#//would they be somewhere in the middle? or in their own separate area just doing their own thing???? the possibilities r endless

[revvywevvy]

looks @ my mutuals

looks @ my modern au

......... one of us! one of us! one of us! one of us!!

[3rachasdomesticbanana]

The Bet | Bang Chan

•Synopsis: After losing a bet with your boyfriend, your penalty is to do whatever he says that night. But what sort of penalty does he have in mind in the middle of a nightclub and why are crotchless panties involved?

Who would've thought losing a bet would be so much fun?

•Pairing: au Bang Chan x Female Reader

•Content Includes: Heavy smut, Established relationship, Public unprotected sex, slight Restricted movement, Soft Dom Chan, Minimal fluff, Crowded area

wc:3k+

an: edited but might still contain some errors

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“Remember the bet, baby girl.”

Your boyfriend Chan whispers in your ear making you shiver.

You're innocently sitting on his lap in the VIP section of an upscale nightclub somewhere in downtown DC. The club pulses with energy as the heavy bass reverberates through the sleek, dimly-lit space. The air is infused with the scent of expensive perfumes and colognes, mingling with the subtle aroma of alcohol and cigarette smoke.

Smooth leather couches, separated by a red velvet rope line the perimeter of the dance floor, offering cozy spots for groups like our own to relax and chat amidst the excitement. The group of friends you two came with, move with confidence on the dance floor in front of you bathed in hues of deep purples and blues. Hip-hop, EDM, and R&B classics fill every corner of the room. You nod at your boyfriend's words believing he wouldn't go through with the penalty of the bet you lost against him.

Why you bet him that you could deep throat him without gagging wasn't the smartest thing you've done. Chan is far too thick and lengthy to take every inch without gagging even a little when he hits the back of your throat with the swollen head of his cock. Now you wait in a short black leather pleated skirt with a pair of crotchless panties underneath waiting for his command. With every drum his finger plays on your hips you feel your body respond to him. Little touches here and there make you fully aware of all the places his hands and fingers linger on your body. From your back, through the exposed slit down your blouse to your navel. He touches every bit of flesh he can without the movements looking indecent.

There's possibly over a hundred people inside the club and that's just on the floor you're on, there's two other floors below you. You feel certain Chan won't do anything too drastic around all of these people, that he just wants to tease you and keep you on your toes. Though with this man you've been with for years now, you can't ever put anything past him. He's capable of doing so many things others would never dream of doing. If he wants something then nothing will stop him from his goal. It was that way when you met through your boyfriend at the time. He was a toxic asshole and Chris knew he could treat you a thousand times better than he ever could. So he proved it to you every chance he got. Won your heart and eventually your mind, body and soul. You've been happy ever since. Everyday was an adventure with him, full of spontaneity for you, yet carefully thought out in his mind.

So when you feel him lower the zipper of his designer black ripped jeans you're not really surprised. You aren't prepared for him to wrap his arms around your midsection though. In one quick move he pulls you back against his chest and you yelp in surprise. The movement frees his cock from the opening in the front of his boxers. It springs up and out, resting against your ass. Your eyes go wide, your mouth agape and you're at a loss for words. It would take one shift from you for him to slip between your thighs or inside of you. As if he can read your mind, Chan settles his palm flat on your thigh with just enough pressure for you to understand him without words. Doesn't stop him from whispering in your ear though, knowing how his breath on your neck will affect you.

“Don't move baby. Not until I say so. This is a penalty remember… not a reward.” He smirks, proud of himself for this brilliant idea.

Chan is loving this little game of his and he wants to drag it out for as long as he can but the feel of your soft supple ass flushed against his hard length makes him feel like a mad man. He wants to ram himself inside of your sweet slippery walls and plow himself into you until you're creaming all over his cock and dripping down to his balls. He flexes the stiff muscle and grins wickedly when you groan softly. How long can he repeat that move until he feels it inch further and further away from where it rests? until it plops into your needy cunt? He wonders to himself. Maybe if he calculates it right he can make it so his cock doesn't find its way inside of you just yet. He'd love to fuck your thighs for a little bit. Feel you squeeze him with those thick fleshy thighs that he loves.

While you're sitting as still as possible forcing yourself to look as if nothing is wrong, Chan plots behind and underneath you for more ways to tease you like this. Momentarily you're both pulled out of your inner thoughts and intimate bubble when a couple of your friends come over to the table to hydrate and to get you two onto the floor to join them dancing.

“Come on bestie dance with us! Hannie keeps stepping on my feet.” Your best friend exclaims setting down her drink and side eyeing her boyfriend.

“Hey hey that wasn't my fault Minho bumped into me. I'm being framed.” Han puts his hands up in surrender.

You're laughing at the couples playful bickering in front of you but you can feel Chan’s erection twitch again as your laughter rocks your body.

“You two go ahead, you know Chan and I like vibing and watching you guys have fun. We'll join you before the night's over.” You smile in their direction and Chan's does it again.

This time flexing his cock three times making it bounce under you until it slips through your thighs briefly brushing past your clit. Your eyes go wide and you gasp. Very quickly you pretend to sneeze covering your mouth with your hands.

“Bless you baby.” Chan says and you can hear the smile. “Why don't you two show us exactly how to have fun yeah? See if we can compete with you guys later.” He adds over your shoulder and whatever Han sees on his buddies face he's taking your friends hand and pulling her away from the lush VIP area.

He chuckles watching the pair disappear into the crowd and pushes up off the couch as if he's trying to get comfortable but the move only rubs your aching clit with the side of his stiffness. Every vein and ridge brushes the nub making you squeeze your legs together which is exactly what he wanted.

He groans softly before he whispers in your ear, “No moving remember?” and you groan in frustration.

“Please Channie. I'm so wet can't you feel how bad I need you?” You whine, turning your head to look at him.

His coffee colored eyes glitter when they find yours. His full lush lips part and he runs his tongue over them. When you bite down on your own lip you feel him again and you know he's just being stubborn in not giving in and filling you up.

“Because you said please. Slowly scoot up forward to grab your drink off the table and then back down.” He instructs and you nod turning back around.

Your drink, a mix of pineapple and cranberry juice sits in front of you on the oval glass table with beads of condensation dripping down the sides. Stretching your arm out, you slowly inch forward feeling Chan sliding down between your folds becoming slick with your juices. Your hand makes contact with the glass and when you slowly move back to how you were you feel him stretching your cunt wide each inch you push back onto him. The sensation is heavenly and you want to take your time. To enjoy the feeling of him finally inside of you but Chan is an inpatient man and he’s gripping your hips, pulling you back with such force that your drink splashes over the surface and onto the floor. You inhale sharply clutching the glass tighter than you normally would on a normal night out.

If you thought the feeling of Chan inside of you was heavenly, he'll describe it as exquisitely delectable. God he loves it when he bottoms out inside of you, loves it when you take all of him so well. He'll push himself even further though there's no where left for him to go just to hear you whimper the way you are now.

“Shhhh baby, that's it. Fuck. Now no moving no matter what. Good.”

You feel his cock pulsating inside you and keeping a neutral face has never been more difficult than now. If you two weren't surrounded by at least a hundred people right now your ass would be bouncing up and down on him until he was shooting and filling you up but instead you sit still, following his directions and sporting a very natural blush that no makeup brand could ever replicate.

How long could you both sit here like this without needing to cum? How could he even control himself to not thrust. Damn it… he feels too good and you need some stimulation so you ignore what he's told you to do and begin rocking back and forth nodding your head like you're doing nothing more than enjoying the song that the DJ plays. It's enough to make you cum right there but Chan's strong hands stops you with a groan sucking in air between his teeth.

“Hey hey hey.” He says softly. “You were being such a good girl.” His voice his husky and low, it makes your muscles clench around him and when he groans again it does nothing to stop the need you feel.

“Channie.” You whine, not caring about your dignity. “I can't do this. It's too much I need you to fuck me.” You admit squeezing your legs and in the process, squeezing his cock with your cunt.

He curses under his breath fanning your hair at the nape of your neck making you shiver. It's unintentional, completely innocent but you shivering pulls a instinctive thrust from Chan. When you moan he does it again and you have to remember that you're not alone when the urge to arch your back and grind your way into a climax tries to take over. Chan is fighting a battle that he feels he may lose because you just feel too good wrapped around him. Even if you don't move, all you have to do is bear hug his cock and he'll lose his sanity, his composer and unravel.

He didn't think he'd be the one suffering right along with you. As someone who thinks everything through he didn't think of this part. Now he's fighting his compulsions and the impulse to fuck you hard and rough even with an audience. When he makes any sort of sound it only turns you on even more and he knows your walls can't help but clench in response. The way your pussy swallows him up, contracting around him like it's trying to milk him has his brain going fuzzy.

“Fuck, y/n baby. I'm so glad this pussy is mine. If I fucked you right now could you control yourself baby? Or would everyone know that I'm deep inside of you giving you all eight inches of my cock? Hm?” Chan growls gritting his teeth digging his fingertips into your skin.

“Mm- I… I can try baby. I can't make any promises. You've got me too worked up. Please just fuck me though. I don't want to wait until we're home and I definitely don't want you to stop.” You reply sounding breathless as if you two had already been going at it.

“If we're doing this you have to keep still, no moving yeah? You do exactly what I say. If not then we're stopping. This is so we don't get caught okay?”

You nod looking straight ahead, focusing your eyes on the lighting fixtures that hang from the ceiling. They cast subtle patterns on the walls, adding to the ambiance around the club. Occasionally, bursts of colored light sweep across the room, adding to the atmosphere and hypnotizing you when you feel Chan start to move. He's squeezing his legs together like you were doing and bounces his legs to the beat of the song. Each squeeze and bounce creates a tiny thrust, his cock, barely moving in and out but it feels so good you almost close your eyes.

“Dance with me baby. Tap your foot. Fuck- mnh squeeze my cock with your pussy.”

You don't need to be told twice you do as asked without hesitation and the added movement on your part increases the thrusts. He's able to pull out of your cunt further, before snapping back up into you. The music is your focus though you don't hear what's playing, you keep the rhythm Chan has, nodding your head and keeping your breathing even. It's not easy, there's moments where you let slip a moan or a gasp that gets drowned out by the bumping bass. Even Chan can't control the raw uncontrolled sounds that escape him each time your pelvic muscles grip him.

Luckily for you two all your friends are still on the dancefloor but for how long? That thought is all too apparent to Chan and he cannot have anyone interrupting this. It feels too good to stop; he'd be liable to burn the place down in a fit of rage if he was forced to pull out of you before creaming your pussy, breeding you just how you both love. Heads will roll if he doesn't get to finish you both off.

“Need… mmm. Shit baby girl, I need you to cum q- quick can you do that for me?” He asks, his voice strains and his hands snake around your abdomen wrapping you in his arms. You nod in response. It's all you can do, you're afraid that if you try to utter a single word you won't be able to stop the noises that will spill from your lips.

“Good girl, now squeeze me and rock your body to the beat like you were doing before.” He steals your drink from your hand and brings it up to his lips nonchalantly but you hear his moans when you tighten your muscles.

Chan is close; he just needs you to reach your peak so that he can spill himself inside of your greedy cunt. So with his free hand he gently presses his palm down on your stomach just below your belly button. The pressure makes your legs shake and you stutter with your rocking but you find the rhythm again with ease, grateful that the song is a fast paced one.

With his cock throbbing inside of you and the rocking motion of your hips, Chan is now grunting behind you, quietly praising you behind the glass of your drink.

“Oh fuck baby, keep going. Mhm you're close now aren't you y/n? Yeah, I can feel it. So gorgeous when you cum. I can just imagine how you look right now, flushed cheeks, lips parted wanting to scream my name.” He grunts and adds more pressure to your abdomen and bucks his hips once and fast.

He's right you are close and you're more than certain that you're making a mess of the front of his jeans. Neither of you care, your impending shared orgasm on the forefront of your minds. With every rock of your hips you feel Chan's cock bump against that sweet spot nestled deep inside of you that only he can reach. Your walls quiver and you bite down hard on your bottom lip. Your brows crinkle together, making you look angry while you fail to look like nothing is happening other than a happy couple enjoying the music the DJ provides. Behind you Chan is struggling but not for long. With a popping sound, your bottom lip springs out from your teeth and you're gasping like you can't get enough air into your lungs.

“Chan… fuck.” You gasp and that's all that he needs to hear. He understands exactly what you mean.

“Yes…” He hisses, pushing his pelvis hard against you. “That's my girl. Oh fuck,” He gasps along with you. “Cum all over me y/n.” Chan mutters cumming inside of you, shooting hard and deep while the walls of your cunt throb with your own release.

With your movements slightly restricted to stay unnoticed, the orgasm is unlike any others that Chan has coaxed from you. It’s as if you've been plunged into an icy lake and the suddenness takes your breath away. Your body is on pins and needles and fucking hell does it feel unbelievable for both you and Chan. Your cunt devours every bit of his seed, still hungry for more. You're shaking all over and it takes Chan’s strong arms hugging you to slow down your breathing and your body to relax.

“Fuck.” You whisper and he chuckles.

“Mhm, I can't wait to get you home y/n. Hope you've got nothing planned tomorrow. I don't think you'll be able to walk when I'm done with you baby.” He informs you and your pussy reacts clamping down around his slowly softening cock.

“Oh, is someone already ready for another round?”

“Another round? Hell yeah bro let's end the night with a fucking bang!” Felix cheers from seemingly out of nowhere, pulling you and Chan back to the now. The shy giggles you two let out leave everyone confused as they join the table one by one.

After ordering another round for the group you both excuse yourselves and as descritley as possible separate from each other without anyone noticing. The whole way to the restroom laughter erupts from you and Chan.

“I can't believe we did that!” Chan shouts over the music and pulls you into his arms. His lips land on yours kissing you until your head is spinning.

“Keep that up Mr. Bang and I'm pulling you into the bathroom with me.” You scold him playfully. He calls your bluff, kissing you again and grabbing your ass for good measure.

“Go on, I'll be waiting beautiful.” he nods in the direction of the restroom doors.

Once cleaned up you and Chan rejoin your friends. Finally making it to the dancefloor, you dance an entirely different dance than before. Your body still feels lit up and the craving you have for your boyfriend still remains. You'll hold him to his promise when you get home but the one thing you love about him is that he always stays true to his word. You know he'll deliver, he's all action as well as words. Who would've thought losing a bet could be so much fun?

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[little-pondhead]

[inspired roughly by this post. My brain snails started going nuts so I thought it'd be easier to post this separately :)]

…

It was a lovely day in Gotham. Well, as lovely as it could be. The sun was up, peeking through the overhead cloud cover and making the buildings gleam in the rare sunlight. The air was fresher than usual, and faucets ran clear of strange and unusual toxins.

Somewhere in the Upper East Side, in a little neighborhood tucked away from the rest of the city, marched around the new boss of the area. She was a young girl, just barely in high school. But despite it being the middle of a work day, she wandered around her chosen streets, content to do whatever she wanted. Above her, a pair of siblings watched on and discussed the unique situation.

"So let me get this straight: that fourteen-year-old goth girl is a crime boss?"

Mia smiled at Leon, her older brother, and his dumbfounded expression as they rested on her balcony. "She's fifteen, actually. Her birthday just passed. We all got together and threw a block party for her!"

"You know how insane that sounds, right?" Leon turned to her, a bit miffed that she dared to say those words to his face. "She's a kid. Why do you all listen to her?"

Mia shrugged and sipped her beer. "She does good work. Holds her own pretty well, and the kid has connections. Good ones, too. That can be the difference between life and death in Gotham."

Leon rubbed his forehead in frustration. "I just don't get it. How did she end up in this line of work? Do child labor laws even apply here?? Why aren't the Bats doing anything?"

"Don't think about it too much, dipshit." Mia crushed her now-empty beer can in her hand and tucked it into a paper garbage bag hanging off of a hook on the balcony rail. A familiar set of green arrows was printed on the side.

"And now you're recycling?!" Leon realized. "When did you start doing that, Mia??"

The woman shrugged and got up, stretching. "Probably around the time Brambles absolutely reamed out Mrs. Zalinski for littering at the park."

"Wait, who's Brambles?" Leon scrambled upright and followed his sister inside.

Mia laughed. "Brambles is our fifteen-year-old crime boss!"

...

"I can't believe you got a cool name right off the bat," Danny grumbled, flopping onto Sam's bed face-first. Sam smirked and shoved him off with her foot. Danny just squawked and let himself ragdoll to the ground.

"It's your fault for not having a better gimmick." She said to his prone body. "Besides, it could've been worse."

"I think Inviso-Bill is the worst possible nickname for anyone." Danny groaned. "But you got something cool immediately. Who even thought up 'Brambles'? That's such a unique name!"

"Well the kids call you Grim; that's pretty cool."

Danny flopped over, twisting himself much farther than any human was supposed to just so he could glare at her face. "They only call me that cause one of the is obsessed with Harry Potter." He grumbled, pouting.

Sam just rolled her eyes and went back to sorting through piles of papers scattered all across her duvet. Since moving to Gotham several months ago, Sam had taken it upon herself to turn the experience into something useful rather than just moping all the time, as she originally wanted to. That 'something useful' had landed her as the newest crime boss in Gotham, with about a third of the Upper East Side as her current territory.

So many problems had popped up in the last year, and the group had decided that taking it on alone would never work. The GIW had been trying to close Amity's borders, Danny's parents had a scientific breakthrough, tensions in the Realms were high, etc. There was a lot on their plate! Sam's solution was to create a foothold in Gotham City. She would lay the foundations for Jazz to work in Arkham and forge a safer environment for the residents of Amity Park to sneak off to if the GIW went too far. She was essentially weaving a cushion for everyone to fall back on.

Danny, using the power of duplication, was splitting his focus between foiling his parent's plans and resolving issues with his rouges to create a united front. He was the main distraction, and Sam's own heavy hitter when she needed help establishing dominance.

Tucker planned to gather intel with the help of Technus and Jazz. They were trying to gather as much evidence as possible so they'd be in the clear when the whistle blew. The GIW would crash and burn, legally speaking. They were the bugs of the operation, spreading themselves thin and hoarding information like it was candy.

Dani was their wild card, their jester. She was keeping the JLD's attention focused solely on her and all the supernatural hijinks she was stirring up. When the time was right, she'd point them in the direction needed and let them loose. After winding them up so much, the hope was that the Justice League Dark would descend upon the GIW like hellfire.

But those were their future plans. Right now, Sam was in possession of specific files from Arkham Asylum and the GCPD. She was looking for anything to give her an edge in the upcoming meeting with a few other crime bosses. Some annual thing they host to renew Goonion contracts, see who's still alive, and examine how much the territory lines have changed. Stuff like that. Red Hood was supposed to be there, and she knew she needed an ironclad defense against him and his nosy colony of Bats.

Danny untwisted himself all of a sudden, making a weird face. "Sorry, got to go." He apologized. "Vlad just showed up to my house."

Sam waved him off. "Go, I'll be fine for today. Just be on time for the meeting on Friday. And I want you, not a double."

"You got it!" Danny did finger guns at her and promptly melted into a pile of green goo. Right on her bedroom floor!

Sam sighed and got up to throw a towel over the puddle. The ectoplasm would evaporate eventually, returning to the original Danny little by little. But for now, this would keep anyone from asking about it until it was all gone.

Sometimes she really hated living in student dorms. People always felt the need to burst into her room for no reason.

Who even made dorm rooms for high schoolers in the first place??

...

Jason couldn't help but stare at the new recruit.

Well, 'new recruit' wasn't exactly accurate. 'Potential to be the most headache-inducing supervillain' was more like it. Standing at a solid 5'10" with platform boots, Brambles, the newest crime lord who had taken over half of the Upper East Side in under four months, was almost tall enough to look him in the eye straight on. Which she tried to do anyways, tilting her chin up oh-so-slightly (in that stupid way aristocrats do when they want to look down at you) and glaring at him with open hostility.

Brambles was young, way too young to be in this line of business. At the start of the annual underground crime meeting (yes, they couldn't come up with a better name), she had announced that she was fifteen, went by she/her, and would snap the dick off of anyone who looked at her funny. Most everyone laughed at her, thinking it was an empty threat. Brambles proved it wasn't by sucker-punching a younger lieutenant who tried to get handsy with her five minutes into the meeting.

When the lieutenant's boss protested and threatened a gang war, Brambles had snapped her fingers and summoned what could only be a fucking pit demon from the depths of hell to threaten the man back. The creature looked like a teenager, just like Brambles, at first. But it was...off. The longer you looked, the worse it got.

It wore a draping black cloak that covered most of its body, with the ends turning to mist when it reached the floor. It had a pale, young face and white hair. Its eyes glowed just like Brambles', except they were a toxic green that made Jason's heart skip a beat in fear. The creature was snarling, with a fucking muzzle on it to keep its sharp teeth away from wandering fingers.

With a nod from Brambles, the creature bounded forward and knocked the guy to the floor, its arm elbow-deep into the guy's chest. The dude looked terrified, and a little sick "Would you rather lose a lieutenant or your life?" She had snarled, sounding almost a bit demonic herself. The other boss had backed down without another word, writing off his subordinate as dead and gone.

Instead of killing the guy, however, Brambles simply banished her little guard dog to a corner of the warehouse to play with its new toy in peace.

"Is she allowed to do that?" Someone whispered.

"They weren't unionized, so the Goonion won't say anything." Another answered.

It was the most awkward meeting in the history of the criminal underworld. No one even died since they were all focused on the newcomer.

Jason could feel a headache forming as the meeting came to an end. Brambles was still sitting in her chair. The creature had grown bored of its toy and was leaning against her, sprawled out lazily and barely flicking an ear at the onlookers in acknowledgment. A few people were idling around her, mostly women, trying to talk some big game and get on the kid's good side. Brambles was humoring them, taking tight control of the conversation when they got too prying.

Jason sighed. He knew he'd have to go over and have a talk with the kid, even if it was just for Bruce's files. He hauled himself upwards and stalked over. "Pardon me, ladies and gents, but I'm going to borrow the kiddo here for a moment."

The creature hissed at him, tensed at his approach. Brambles kept a tight grip on the back of its muzzle, keeping it grounded. The other criminals scattered like flies. They were the only two (three?) left in the warehouse within minutes.

Bramble rose to glare at him. "What." She spat. "If you're here to convince me not to get involved with anything, I will set Grim on your ass after lighting it on fire."

The creature, Grim, growled in agreement. The sound echoed strangely like he was hearing it from underwater.

"Relax, I'm not here to do any of that." Jason raised his hands in surrender, immediately abandoning that possible line of thought. "I'm just here to talk business. You're young, and while you don't want to admit it, inexperienced."

"Stop the fancy words, Red Hood." Brambles' eyes glowed again, and she released her hold on Grim's muzzle. "If you want to make a deal, say it to my face. If you're here to dig for information, either ask me or hit the road. I prefer honesty over flower talk, so tell me what you want before I take over your area, too."

Jason bristled. His vision was tinted green as he snapped, "What the fuck is your problem, kid?! I just wanted to make sure you were safe and not being forced to do this. I was even going to offer my support and protection if it was too much! I know you aren't going to stop, but that doesn't mean I want a kid to die just because they got into something they shouldn't and they think their fancy guard dog will always be there to protect them!"

Brambles' eyes stopped glowing, and her stare softened a bit. Grim went deadly still, just floating there, staring at Jason. His heart beat like crazy in his chest. What was he saying? It was all true, but he could've been nicer about it. Dick would've found a way to be nicer.

-krrrk- "Ibis, reporting in. I think you can trust him, guys. Even if he's a Bat, his connections and experience would be useful in our plans. Ibis out." -krrrk-

Jason flinched from the sudden noise, looking around to find the source. It sounded like it had come from everywhere, even inside his own helmet. Brambles immediately switched out her hostile look for an annoyed one, tapping an earpiece he hadn't noticed before.

"Ibis, you really have to stop opening up our comm lines to the public." She snapped, but there was no real heat to it. "And I thought I told you to stop eavesdropping!"

-krrrk- "Sorry, can't help it. I'm everywhere now! You shouldn't have given me this power." -krrrk-

Grim hissed.

-krrrk- "Don't hiss at me, young man! You were the one who suggested this!" -krrrk-

"I'm sorry, time out!" Jason made a T with his hands. The green from his vision had completely disappeared now. "What the FUCK is going on now?"

Brambles sighed, rubbing her temples. "You know what? Fine. We'll trust you. My name is Sam. Nice to meet you, Jason Todd."

Jason stepped back, immediately reaching for his gun. Grim darted forward and promptly flew through him, stealing all his weapons in one go. "I'm Danny!" Grim-Danny?-chirped in a human voice, giving him a shit-eating smile. "Sorry for the act, Mr. Hood. And sorry about the name drop, I'm the one that told them."

-krrrk- "I'm Tucker! There are more of us, but they're busy. I have literally so many questions for you, Mr. Hood." -krrrk-

"Now that introductions are over-Danny don't eat his smoke bombs, you're not gonna look like Dorathea-we'd like your help."

Jason squinted at them. "You understand this is all suspicious as fuck, right? And how did a pit demon find out who I am?"

-krrrk- "Yeah, we know. But lives are on the line here, and I think you'd really be a help!" -krrrk-

Brambles-Sam-sighed and pulled out a flash drive. "I was going to use this as leverage, but I guess it'll have to be useful in other ways." She tossed it to Jason, who numbly caught it. "Look over it if you want. If you don't, then just burn it. Do not try to plug it into the Batcomputer. Don't try to send it to the Batcomputer, either. A virus will target that specific IP address as soon as it makes contact. Any other computer is fine."

"Look it over, and we can go from there," Danny added, spinning in midair while chomping on one of Jason's knives. (His good one, too!) "And I'm not a pit demon, but I am dead. That's how I knew about you. Whatever brought you back to life gave the Realms a real headache for a while. It wasn't hard to look you up in the records."

"This is so much information. Lives are on the line? And two, three kids are dealing with it? By becoming crime bosses?"

-krrrk- "Technically, Sam's the only crime boss here. And that was kind of an accident. She was supposed to create a safe foothold in Gotham in case we needed to evacuate our town. But we all got cool nicknames out of it! And you're the only adult we've told this stuff to!" -krrrk-

"I'm what?"

"The only adult." Sam's unwavering gaze seemed to pierce his soul. "There are quite literally no other adults that can help, Red Hood. None that we trust, not really. Any adult intervention needs to be planned carefully so it doesn't backfire on us. We're trusting you here, Jason. Not only are you like us, which technically puts you in danger too, but you have power and connections to support a whole town of people the government wants to eradicate."

Jason looked at the little green flash drive in his hand. He didn't want to ask. "And this...?"

"A fruit basket," Sam said simply. "Originally, it was supposed to be blackmail. But instead, this is a present to show our goodwill and faith. To show you our skills. That drive contains information on other gangs, upcoming rogue attacks, chemical breakdowns of Joker Venom and Fear Gas, unfinished antidote formulas, etc. Tucker and his team scoured the underbelly of Gotham and gathered dirt on every single prominent figurehead. Including Bruce Wayne, should you choose to use it."

"I would never-"

"But you've thought about it." Danny cut in and scratched his neck. Jason's hands shook. "It's not a bad thing. It's just the nature of the dead. Wanting to right the wrongs left over from their time with the living. Even if you walk and breathe now, that doesn't mean desire disappears."

"The point is, we need help. Even if I'm loathe to admit it." Sam rolled her eyes, and suddenly, Jason didn't see a potential supervillain in the making. He saw a teenager trying her best, shouldering the responsibility of hundreds of people, both in Gotham and her hometown. Danny looked the same, no matter how other-worldly he was. What battles were they facing? Why weren't there any adults to turn to? What kind of lives were they leading if they immediately trusted a known crime lord with their lives upon the first meeting?

"I'll think about it." Jason finally said. Danny trilled in excitement, and some tension bled out of Sam's shoulders. "If the situation is bad enough, however, I'm calling in someone else for help."

Danny shrugged. "As long as it ain't Batman! I don't think he'll appreciate us smuggling a town of liminals into his city."

Sam poked Danny's shoulder, prompting him to look at her. "Let's go, before you break his brain with more info-dumping. Bye Red Hood!"

"Uh, yeah. Goodbye!" Jason stuttered. He watched the two kids walk towards the exit door, before shimmering out of sight before they even touched the handle.

What the fuck.

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“Are we even allowed in here?” 

You and Bradley turn a corner from the club area into a narrow hallway. There’s a door that leads outside, thanks to the little glass pane, you can see a little terrace situation outside. Bradley tries the doorknob… and it opens.

“I mean, there’s no sign that says we can’t…” Bradley shrugs, offering his hand to guide you in.

Like Alice in Wonderland, you step into a formal English garden in the heart of this complex of townhouses-turned-clubhouse. In the middle of the bricks and noises of the city, there are beds of roses and manicured hedges and ravines over a stone arch. It’s small, but very intentional even with the mosses growing on the edges of the fountain in the middle. A Dionysus statue sits atop the fountain, as if pouring wine instead of water. A nice touch to celebrate festivities.

“Wow. This is straight out of the old movies we talked about.” You marvel at your surroundings. “Like… The Sound of Music or something.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, exactly.”

Bradley starts humming My Favorite Things as you stroll your separate ways around the garden, marveling at the evergreen shrubs and colorful perennials. You eventually meet each other again right in front of the Dionysus statue. It feels like a sign from the universe for him, so he asks,

“May I have this dance?"

He can't be real, can he? "Like a 'dance' dance?"

"Absolutely." He says it with such conviction that it's easy to forget that the deafening, thumping electronic music from the club is completely shut out from your little pocket of a park. And the only semblance of music you can hear is the rustling of leaves, the trickling of water, and the fluttering memories of Bradley's velvety tone.

So you take his hand. He pulls you in and leads you into a slow dance. You were expecting to just sway, this is surreal enough as it is, but as you dance around the fountain, you slowly notice… the slow and simple rhythm, the unmistakable one-two-three, one-two-three count… This is a waltz step.

“You are full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“I try my best.” In a swift movement, he twirls you away and reels you back in with a spin. He just prays to God or whoever is listening that you can’t actually feel his racing heart as he holds your back flush against his chest.

(You can’t. You’re too busy calming your own.)

“So… you and your friends celebrating the success at Wembley?”

His voice tickles the back of your neck, and this sudden closeness is too much for you to bear. You strategically turn around so you’re facing him again. “Oh, no. This is just my night off. I still have… three shows left here.”

“So how long will you be in town for?”

“Another week.”

“And after that…?”

“Paris.”

“Right…” he nods. “And home is in… Los Angeles?”

The question catches you off-guard for some reason. You know he’s probably just asking where you live, but something about the way he asks it makes it sound like he’s asking about… ‘home’ home. “Technically, yes.”

He makes a face. That’s a strange answer… “What do you mean, technically? I’m sure you must have at least one home base somewhere, right?”

“I do, yeah.” You smile sheepishly.  “LA is my home base. But… it’s not like I have any emotional attachment to the city or anything.”

“Where’s that, then, if not LA?”

You give it a good thought… but you got nothing. “I don’t know. Ask me tomorrow.” Maybe it’s the romance of the setting—although his warm hazel eyes play a crucial role too— it makes you feel more inclined to be more honest than you usually do.

Bradley smiles. He’s so fascinated by you, but at the same time, he has an inkling that he might need to solve a few puzzles himself before you let him in. And he would gladly take his time to get there.

At the same time, slow-dancing to a hummed classic with this man away from a modern-day nightclub… It makes you wonder what kind of person he is. “And you? You’re an American in London. Where’s home for you?”

“Well, I think Virginia will always be home, but this place has really grown on me. I’ve been here for most of my adult life, and this city, the team, the people… I can’t imagine living anywhere else.”

“Virginia, huh?” you smirk—imagining him growing up near the water, a sunkissed teenage boy shooting the shit with his friends.

“Yes, ma’am. Born and raised.”

It’s only at this moment that Bradley is so much like this garden. Seemingly out of place, frozen in time while the world moves all too fast around it. But at the same time, perfectly placed, a calm in the eye of the storm. Just for this little pocket of a park.

Just for you.

“Are you normally this… Southern gentlemanly? With the suit and the sweet disposition and the waltz…”

“Honestly? Not really.” He admits bashfully. “But, I don’t know. I feel like I’m in another era with you right now.”

“Oh?”

Bradley doesn’t elaborate right away. Instead, he asks you, "Do you believe in past lives?"

Your face lights up, and he knows he just asked the right question. "I don’t know. Do you?”

"A little…" he nods, thoughtful. "Maybe not in a religious sense where you die, you get judged, and then come back as a... worm or whatever. But.. I kinda like the idea that... no one is ever really a stranger, you know? That our paths have crossed at some point."

"And you're saying we've met before?"

"Oh, yeah." Again with the conviction, this motherfucker. 

“Really?” You step away from him, entering a more cerebral dance than the one that you just swayed into. Your fingers barely touch the surface of the water on the fountain, and ripples it over as you walk by. "Where do you suppose we have met before?" 

He looks up at the sky, moving clouds and all, pondering his answer. "I was thinking the 40’s and 50's—you know, the Golden Age. But I think it's a little earlier than that, don't you think?" 

"Like... the Roaring Twenties?"

“Yes!”

His enthusiasm amuses and fascinates you endlessly, and you never needed much to fuel your active imagination anyway. "I like that. I can see you as... a former pilot who fought in World War I. And then went on to become a poet. Or a pianist."

"I think I'm better off as a pianist.” He’s not very good with words—he’s much better plunking the ivories to get the party going.

"Fair, fair. A jazz… pianist, maybe?"

"Ooh, interesting." Bradley smiles, picturing it in his head. "And what would you be?”

"I don't know. You tell me." You lean back against the stone arch, looking at him expectantly. His answer will determine how he sees you and thus, how you feel about him. And you want him desperately to have a good answer.

"I wanna say... the starlet, or the mysterious singer—" 

"Oh, come on. Even in my past life, I'm still a singer? Can't I be something else?” You groan in protest.

He chuckles, settling right across from you. "Okay, okay..." he looks at you deeply, pensively for a moment. "You're one of those socialites, who drank martinis and danced the Charleston until morning."

"Makes sense. I do love martini... and the Charleston." 

"Right? You'd be one of those girls who rebelled against daddy dearest and partied all night, maybe broke a few hearts along the way."

"Including yours?"

“I don't know. You tell me."

Now it's your turn to pause and take a good look at him. You try to picture it; how boisterous and bright he must be, getting the party going by playing ragtime or samba. And you try to picture toying with his feelings; those irresistible hazel eyes watching you longingly across the room as you give some random man time of day for no other reason but to spark his jealousy... 

"Nah. I think yours is the only one I didn't break. Not on purpose, at least,” you conclude definitively. The thought of leaning over the piano, sipping on cocktails while he croons out some love ditty—or sitting on his lap while he teaches you a Christmas tune at a holiday party seems way more appealing.

"What do you mean?”

"Well, you said so yourself about daddy dearest. He wanted me to marry one of his business associates, an heir to a shipping company or something.” You cheekily stroll past him, down the little path towards the fountain again.

Bradley smiles knowingly, just a step behind you. "Ah. And I'm just a lowly little pianist. What chance did we have, huh?"

You halt your steps and turn around to face him, a mischievous smirk on your face. "Would you have fought for me?"

To your surprise, he meets your gaze with a soft, unwavering look. "Without a doubt. I would have stood up to your father and told him that we were meant to be together, come hell or high water."

The phrase echoes in your head. Come hell or high water. It’s so loud, it sends you reeling and you had to sit down on the edge of the fountain. Suddenly the image of a screaming match flashes so clearly in your mind. Bradley's hand gripping years for dear life. The shallow sobs under the suffocating constrict of your dress. The tears blurring the sight of him leaving…

“But it didn't work, did it…”

He doesn't hear a question in your words —it sounds like a statement. And Bradley, ever the hopeless romantic, wants to say no. Of course it worked out, it had to. Maybe you ran away with him and lived a life of simple means. But it wouldn't have mattered, because it would've been full of music and dancing and love.

But the heartbreak in your eyes is so palpable, so...real. For a moment, it felt like the two of you actually lived it. You were just retracing the forgotten steps now. 

"No.” He shakes his head softly, sitting next to you. "We tried. We fought, but... we lost.” 

You know that, but it hurts to hear it anyway. Still, you can't help but continue the story. "I think I ended up marrying the businessman, do the right thing for my family. And let you go... play your music in Paris or something. Chase your dreams."

The life he imagined. Of simple means and abundant music... just no you. "I would have written so many songs about you..." he chuckles wistfully. As painful as it would've been to keep picking at old wounds, at least he would still have you in his life.

"I think I would've found your record eventually,” You pipe up, partly in self-consolation. Sure, it might be a stretch, but you're way beyond caring. You needed a piece of him, too. "And I would put it on every time I missed you. Which was every night."

The night is so still, even the leaves seem to give you a moment of privacy. Your little fingers barely touch on the edge of the bench as you sit and grieve for a tragic love story that never happened. 

Eventually, though, you take a deep breath and break the silence. "Fuck. I could write a whole album based on that."

Bradley laughs at your sudden interruption, glad that you snapped him out of his reverie and brought him back to reality. "Yeah? I would be happy to help you brainstorm." 

You throw him a look. It feels weird to return to this point of acquaintance after feeling like you’ve gone through lifetimes with him. But you’re glad to start anew in this life. "Is that your roundabout way of saying you wanna keep seeing me?"

"Maybe. Is it working?"

"I don't know. I don’t do maybe’s. You should ask me for real.”

Holy fuck. He closes his eyes for a moment as his heart skips. You always seem to keep him on his toes, do you? "Alright. Can I see you again? Maybe take you out to dinner?" 

"I would like that. Does tomorrow night work for you?" 

"Perfect." he beams at you. Fuck playing it cool, he just won himself a date with you.

"We should swap numbers so we can figure out the details.” You reach into your purse to grab your phone. And then, something dawns on you, making you smirk devilishly at him, "You wanna put your number in, or would you rather give me that friendship bracelet I heard you made for me?"

Bradley stops dead in his tracks. Of course that public declaration was gonna bite him in the ass. He was doing so well, dancing and talking and making an actual connection with you...gosh, he must've looked stupid right now. "You knew about that?" He grimaces.

"Of course. I have eyes and ears everywhere, " you sling coyly, letting him punch his numbers into your phone with great embarrassment. "That, and Natasha might have sent me a post on Instagram.” 

He sighs in defeat as he hands your phone back. "Goddamn it, Natasha…"

[deletarius-draws]

Baldur’s Gate 3 ~ “Harmonious Ardor”

Solus Aximand (Tav) & Lae’zel

So this piece took me the most time to touch up, originally it was supposed stay in a sketch to inked phase of the two, but then of course I decided to explore other possible additions to the piece. Such as background ideas, I knew for certain they’d be in the Astral Sea somewhere, so I looked into a few references, firstly being from an entirely different game. “The Siofra River” in Elden Ring, that underground area where the ceiling looks exactly like that of a cosmos, with stars and misty Nebula. It’s one of my favorite places in the game, the ruined architecture, white bark trees and ghostly figures that roam that there. This inspired the initial execution of the piece, then after setting the scenery of the background and adding a few things, I looked for more references of a cosmos, in other franchises as well as actual photos of space to further ground the foundation. I looked into Warhammer 40k’s Warp photos too, but of course, if one is familiar with 40k’s lore on the warp, I personally thought, “Nah… Far too chaotic of a depiction, lovely illustrations, but it wouldn’t mesh harmoniously with Sol & Lae’s tranquil & loving embrace, the center piece of the whole thing. I did want to convey the passion through certain use of colors however with just as much peace, respect and unconditional love the two have for one another. So finally I delved into some actual dnd Astral Sea references, browsing through the otherworldly and spiritually inspired illustrations, especially the older edition artworks. Eventually I came across Astral Plane lore and did a bit of reading as I absorbed what I could from the reference images, which helped with painting in proper colors for where the two are currently. Taking Color Pools and other atmospheric lore of the Astral Sea into consideration. I’ve currently been in a sci-fi fantasy mood for quite some time, again. Which helped bring the overall piece together here, I’ve been writing up my own lore of my world’s Astral Plane, keeping the drive to finish the piece alive. Of course I’ve also taken inspiration from the game itself from the screenshots I took while the party visited the Astral Plane for a few moments during my playthroughs.

They are on a floating landmass amidst other floating islands and debris, I honestly can’t say if this is before or after the wars against Vlaakith. Personally I’d like the think it’s after but it is also possible it’s some time in the middle, as they would also find and cherish the moments of repose and peace. The constant fighting, deepening bonding and venturing, the two stay as close together, only splitting if they tactically must, usually if not always in the same general area they reunite. Solus and Lae’zel prefer to be inseparable, they move and fight as one, they know this, that they are indomitable together, but if need-be, will separate, only to always rejoin shortly after during strategic planning. Being just as monumental in combat separately, ensuring the two do not ever fail to return to the other’s embrace, in their own love language they call this, “Our Eternal Return”.

I greatly appreciate you if you read all that, I usually don’t write out my thought and creative process, but it does help to keep the drive alive. I had more but thought this is long enough, I’m still writing head canon of the two as well as fleshing out Solus Aximand (one of my Tavs) as his own character more. I really appreciate the likes, reblogs and eyes that see my work. I’ll be in the shadows working on more in the meantime.

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Kitty-Cat Pt 9

Ettore X (Neuro-Divergent Reader)

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Boyse stands unmoving laundry detergent box held tightly to her chest. her face is pensive and her breathing is labored.

Please move, please

You stand in the same spot that Ettore left you in just staring at her. After what feels like an eternity she finally looks toward you.

"Are you ok Kitty?" her voice is small, as if she is afraid of the response. You simply tilt your head bringing your cheek to your shoulder and start rubbing your face there.

I'm ok

She sighs and walks toward you lifting your head. She looks your body over and grits her teeth when she spots the purple mark forming on your neck.

"Fuckin animal" she mumbles under her breath as she briefly lifts your shirt circling you while inspecting for more injuries. She runs her hand over your hips which are red with obvious fingernail marks in the skin.

"go finish the laundry" she motions her head toward the laundry room and on unsteady legs you enter the room. As you finish up the chore Boyse stands outside the doorway. Like a bouncer at a nightclub she stands with her arms crossed and her face expressionless. Hyper aware of every little noise. When she thinks she hears something that could be a person coming into the area her head moves like meerkat, hyper alert to danger.

For days Boyse is on edge. She hardly sleeps as she tries to keep an eye on the doorway of the girls shared room to make sure he is not coming for you in the night. When she has an assignment separate from you she accompanies you to do your assignment before dragging you along to do hers.

She keeps herself glued to your side at all times. She accompanies you to the showers, not even bathroom breaks throughout the day can be done on your own.

Ettore ever circling like a vulture kept Boyse high stressed and jumpy. Small noises had started to make her flinch. He would randomly post himself outside of the girls room watching them come and go making sure to always give you a small smirk or sometimes even a little wave. In the cafeteria he watches you like a hawk never taking his eyes off of you. Going so far as to openly lean to the side to keep his eyes on you if Boyse attempts to sit across from you and block his view.

This never ending looming threat, a predator circling his prey making their area of safety smaller and smaller until they have nowhere else to go was wearing Boyse down physically and mentally. She peered around every corner checked under every bunk and behind every shelf. The purple bags forming under her eyes were getting darker by the day, and you were growing concerned.

On the fifth day of this non-stop ever growing threat, there was a rare chance at some downtime and you knew exactly how you wanted to use it. You pull Boyse by the hand to the girls shared room and crawl in your bunk patting the bed next to you.

Sleep Boyse, Sleep

She tiredly climbs into the bed "You stay right here Kitty ok? If you need to go somewhere or do something wake me up ok?" you respond by taking her hand and rubbing your face against it.

Boyse decides to take the chance and get a few minutes of sleep. It's the middle of the day. Everyone is awake and has downtime. He can't do anything right now he would be caught. With this thought she is finally able to drift off into some much needed sleep.

You lay beside her just watching her sleep while nuzzling your face into the pillow when you feel that familiar presence, that change in the air that causes the hairs to stand up on the back of your neck. You lean up slightly on your side using your forearm to support you. You don't see him but you feel him.

Where are you?

You look back down at Boyse "You stay right here Kitty ok? If you need to go somewhere or do something wake me up ok?" the last thing Boyse said before she went to sleep echos through your head. Before you can decide whether or not to wake her, he slides fully into the room quietly closing the door behind him with a soft click.

You hold your breath as your hand hovers above Boyse. Ettore looks directly into your eyes and slowly shakes his head as he glides more than walks toward you.

He leans over Boyse and whispers so quietly, you were shocked you actually heard him "come Kitty". Before giving you a chance to make a decision either way he moves to the end of the bed wrapping his cold hands around your ankles and silently slides you off the end of the bed dropping you down to the floor.

He's got me

he tugs you up to your feet by the collar of your shirt and pushes you up against the wall. He breathes deep taking in your scent dragging his nose from your chin up the side of your face. You can't help but lean into the touch. He bites into your cheek not hard but not gently, just the right amount of pressure between his teeth. He holds one hand to your chest holding you tight against the wall while he uses the other to pull your bottoms and underwear off.

When he stands back up straight he grabs both of your thighs tight lifting you up and pushes himself against your core pinning you between him and the wall.

"Have you missed me?" He whispers into your ear before he starts to push himself into you. He does so very slowly leaning his head back to savor the experience.

You look at him trying to make eye contact but he isn't looking at you. His eyes are partially rolled back and he is biting down on his bottom lip.

Yes

He continues slowly filling you up squeezing your thighs tight the further he gets. Once he is fully inside of you the animal is released. He bites down on your neck as he slides in and out at a pace that quickens with every thrust.

"You are so much fun to destroy" He growls into your ear biting at your jaw. "I won't stop. I'll never stop"

He pulls your thighs higher up pushing them slightly further apart. "I'll always come for you, I will always get you" He seems to be getting so lost in the moment he doesn't realize his voice is getting louder with every word.

You feel that same feeling from the store room building up in your stomach and start mewling.

"Yeah?" he chuckles as he presses his entire body against yours. That feeling of overwhelming pleasure explodes inside of you, your entire body shivering and convulsing as he slams into you harder and harder growing ever desperate. He bites into your shoulder and growls as you feel him go rigid inside you.

His breathing is ragged against your shoulder as you come down from your high and roll your head to the side to lock eyes with a bewildered Boyse sitting up straight in bed. A look of shock, anger and violence clear as day on her face.

Oh God, This is the end.

Part 10

A/N:: One part left and then Kitty-Cat is over! I can't believe it! Thank you to anyone who has followed along this seriously weird series I adore you all!

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Also silly thing but now I am thinking about ophanim again so uh... have some more questions:

Biology stuff! Specifically what is the structure of ophanim's electrical currents, and how solid their "body" is?

Relating to the above question, is there any differences between an average starfolk and an ophan when it comes to injuries and healing from them?

And finally: What do you think would be Tephira's (And probably Haysut's) reaction to meeting a random human-

Okay actual final silly-thing: Crack idea where a ophan starlet somehow gets yeeted out of the Eclipsed universe and into Earth. No I do not know where I am going with this idea-

Hrmmmm... that's a very good question. Need to come up with something there....

Okay:

So, their articulates are all solid, that much is a given. Their electrical currents are anchored to their essence beds - there's an additional cell group they have floating around the essence bed called fulgocytes, and these function like little lightning rods or nodes for the electrical current to step between. The origin of the current itself is in their core, which is always going to be the little white sphere in the middle of their head.

As for solidity, they're not terribly solid. If you tried to pass something through the current you'd meet resistance, but you could force it through without hurting the Ophan. It just feels a little funny. However, if the object is extremely non-conductive, it will simply stop. Trying to force it will temporarily disrupt the current and they'll lose connection with that limb for a bit, sort of like your arm falling asleep. This isn't harmful, generally, but it's uncomfortable. Incidentally, the resistance is the main reason they can wear clothing.

Around the primary electric lines, there's a bit of a... "static field", we'll call it that for now at least. This is the first area of resistance, but it's less hefty. Once you hit the line itself, that's where much higher resistance is. So when an Ophan is wearing clothes, you can see fabric resting on that outer static layer. If you were to grab them, they'd "squish" a bit, though. If you somehow disrupted the current, their arm would go limp and floppy for about 3-10 seconds while the current reestablished itself.

I... think I have some inconsistency regarding whether hey have unabstracted forms, because I've definitely drawn Tephira with one, but I think somewhere else I said they didn't have "full forms", or at least that they worked a little differently. I'll... get back to you on that-

Now, as for healing, there really aren't any differences. The most notable difference is the presence of the fulgocytes. If the essence bed gets injured, those fulgocytes are going down with it, which means they've basically lost the ability to use that limb. A normal starfolk could still hypothetically use a limb with a damaged essence bed, it would just need some sort of bandage to keep them from bleeding out, and possibly routine painkillers. But an Ophan loses loss of that limb for good.

However, this can be remedied if you've got an extremely good doctor - a flock member can contribute fulgocytes to rehabilitate inside the limb. It won't repair the essence bed, but it allows the current to connect again and from there they can use it. But, it's a risky process to execute without disrupting the donor's fulgocytes too badly.

I... have no idea how the crack idea would play out, other than... possibly badly - Ophan starlets need their flock, so if they got separated from said flock, not only will you have that flock turning their own world inside out to find them, you've got a starlet that doesn't have the proper care in the middle of Earth somewhere.

If they were found soon enough by someone, they might be able to imprint or "flock" with that person, but they'd be able to tell that it's not exactly one of theirs. You'd end up with an emotionally very... depressed Ophan.

Also, humans trying to handle the Ophan would be a bit tricky - they'd probably need lots of insulated stuff because Ophan starlets don't have nearly so precise control over their currents.

All in all, it's... potentially a cute scenario if it's brief and temporary, but if it's a permanent shift you've got a very angsty story on your hands.

[spacecasehobbit]

This got long and then I decided it probably should be it's own post rather than clogging up the OP's notes, but I've seen this post around a few times now and it has only gotten more frustrating each time I see it again.

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As someone who has had the pleasure of visiting cities that are vastly more walkable than most of those I grew up in, or most of those which exist in the US at all, I want to be clear that I am 1000% in support of walkable cities.

This list, however, is... troubling.

For one thing, what do lawns have to do with walkability? Nothing, or at least nothing directly. Lawnowners who don't want sidewalks next to their lawns are a separate issue, and making them deal with sidewalks anyway will always be easier than trying to ban lawns entirely. Especially when lawns don't really pose a water issue in many areas where drought isn't an issue, and they do provide homeowners with an easy and low-maintenance way to fill their yard with something green and alive that helps combat things like global warming a lot more than a block of highrises with sidewalks right outside would do. Or yards filled with, like, rocks and decorative fake plants, which would be the option some people would chose if they weren't allowed to grow a lawn instead.

(Yes, trees could be planted along those sidewalks by the city, but it is still often beneficial to focus on one goal at a time instead of shooting yourself in the foot by demanding everything right out of the gate. Especially when most people aren't going to see these goals as connected, when plenty of people are also perfectly happy to let their neighbors walk down the sidewalk next to their lawn.)

Then there's the issues of single family homes and access in cities for cars. At least the single family homes point specified "in cities," which I appreciate and support to an extent, insofar as "homes" is used to mean "separated houses," here. I'm gonna be honest, though, given some of the other points, I'm not sure how much to read into this particular one. I am firmly of the belief that families deserve individual living spaces with a reasonable degree of privacy from their neighbors, though, as do any people who want a bit of privacy and a space to call their own whether they live in a city or outside of one.

It's not always feasible, and I support plenty of appartments and high-density housing within a city, too, but take that idea too far and no one deserves to be crammed into the modern equivalent of tennement housing just to make the city a few blocks shorter on any given side.

As for cars, while I also 1000% support better funded, more comprehensive, and more accessible public transportation options, banning cars entirely is nonsensical. Even the most accessible public transport will still have issues for many disabled people, especially disabled people who need to travel to, say, a doctor's appointment or emergency hospital visit at either peak travel times when public transport will be incredibly busy, or outside of normal travel times like the middle of the night when it doesn't, actually, make sense to have the same number of bus drivers/train operators/what have you running the same number of routes as are available during the day.

Plus, not allowing cars majorly complicates the ability of people to get out of the city (or into the city from outside of it) if they don't have somewhere outside city limits to store a car/friends to pick them up/other easily available options for switching to a car outside the city in the event they're going somewhere that's not on a train or bus line. Even if every small town were linked up to bus and train lines, it would still take longer and likely require one or more transfers and significantly more advance planning to get between the city and small towns, and it would still be impractical to link up every cluster of farmhouses in the country with easily accessible and conveniently frequent public transport options, even just to major hubs.

If you don't think that would only worsen divides between "city folk" and "small town" folk who already get enough propaganda shoved down their throats on both sides against the other side, then I really don't know what to tell you.

Just off the top of my head, it makes it harder for people to commute and would force many of those who can only find jobs in the city to live there whether they want to or not, and vice versa; it makes it more difficult for people - especially disabled people with special accommodations needs - to visit family living in different locations, which can cut vulnerable people off from vital support structures; it also cuts down on options with the greatest personal autonomy for people who need to leave dangerous situations that they'd be able to leave easier/feel more comfortable leaving if they had access to their own car (though I'll be fair - this one applies in both directions; free and accessible public transportation also makes it easier for people in bad situations to escape those situations when they don't have access to their own form of transportation. Which is among the many reasons I am not arguing against a need for free and accessible public transportation, too, here); public transportation breaks down sometimes, and people often still need to get places when that happens.

The "architecture must be beautiful again" point is, I'll admit, mostly just annoying to me. What gives one person the right to decide what counts as "beautiful" over other people? Plenty of people today think of the architecture and styles of, say, the 70s in the US as pretty ugly, but many people in the 70s in the US thought that style was pretty groovy back then. Most people would agree, even when it was more popular, that brutalist architecture isn't very pretty, but I can list off a handful of people I know personally who disagree and would bet that they aren't totally alone in their opinions. I do think it's nice to walk down streets with architecture I find beautiful, and I think a lot of America very solidly misses that mark, but it would probably be more practical to include in a list like this that architecture should be made with quality and care and an eye to longevity, again. And then we're back on that being really it's own topic, and only tangentially related to walkability of cities.

(Hell, plenty of people find lawns beautiful, and in fact not ruining the aesthetic is one reason plenty of lawnowners cite for not wanting sidewalks plonked in next to their lawns. So I'd argue that "beautiful things to look at while walking" is its own double-edged sword.)

As for these points:

All public transportation should be 100% free.

Every commercial street should have at least one bench.

Public restrooms must be free, common and accessible.

I don't have any gripes with those. They're just 100% accurate and should be priorities for anyone who cares about progressive policies around public amenities, whether or not you care about walkability.

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Writing practice ( 22 / 04 / 2024 )

#2 Version — Writing in Spanish and translated to English.

Context: pro-hero au.

Tenko succeeds in catching the bad guy who generated the leak on the sewage systems and the heroes' effort confined the explosion to a small zone. Unfortunately, Tenko didn't have the time to get out of the sewage before the explosion. Now he's stuck underneath as the other heroes search for him.

    Move move move move move—

    "MOTH!"

    Part of him would always respond to his sister's call. It was something intrinsic to him, a kind of compulsion that took his body hostage when Hana's voice rose to the heavens.

   ��Sometimes Tenko found it hard to believe that they had survived the shadow of a villain like AFO. If he closed his eyes now, he could imagine that he was just sleeping and that at any moment he would wake up in another bed, another room, another life just as his as his own. He would walk to a deserted room to shake the fantasy of his dream into dust on the trash can. He would go to the bathroom, wash his face, and not recognize the young man standing there. Only his red eyes would give away his identity.

    All was a dream.

    It was time to stop playing heroes.

    He knew that he had done his job well because his whole body hurt, yet he was alive. Tenko had managed to contain the explosion to the smallest tunnel of the sewage system in the middle of the evacuated area. Hana had surely redirected most of the gas and dissipated it appropriately on the surface. He knew this because the explosion only knocked down a couple of walls and sent him flying into the bars on the west side of the tunnel.

    Deep inside, he just wanted to curl up against Touya's jacket, lay down on the floor and take a nap. He must have had a concussion. He couldn't feel it 'cause everything hurt the same, but Tenko always took his paramedic classes very seriously. Check for contusion. Check to see if he kept the rest of his body. Even without visibility due to the smoke and the giant block of cement covering the exit, Tenko knew that he would see nothing but a firmament of starts blinking on his periphery if he tried to open his eyes. However, Hana was calling him. There was not time to rest.

    "Hana."

    No good. His voice sounded beyond ruined. If he had heard Hana, she must be somewhere around him, he reasoned. Tenko had no idea of the radius of the explosion, so he had to do his best to help his sister locate him.

    "Hana..." Think, Tenko.

    Could the piece of rubble in front of him be safely removed? When the explosion sent him flying, the separating metal fence saved his life by stopping a large piece of debris just over a meter away. He couldn't see anything because of the way the tunnel collapsed. On second thought, he couldn't put it down. Tenko wasn't sure if that would bring him to the surface or let more debris rain down on him. He had not survived the explosion to die buried by his own impatience.

    "MOOOOTH!"

    "Here..." to your left. Damn, he was running out of oxygen in there. Was that normal? How come he could hear his sister perfectly, but he couldn't feel the slightest draft of air against his skin?

    Panic struck him suddenly. He couldn't be hallucinating, could he? The concussion, the lack of oxygen, the feeling of being swimming in air... If he decayed with his quirk that piece of debris and there was something on top of it, he would die. If he did nothing and he was hallucinating, he would die. If he rushed to make a decision and it was the wrong one, he would die.

    Ironically, Tenko could only think about his conversation with Touya a couple of hours ago.

    I promise not to die in your jacket.

    Wait... Touya's mask!!! He had it with him!!

    When he made it out, Tenko promised he'd pay for Touya's new jacket. For lending it to him— and for saving his life by doing so.

[chthonicgodling]

Giiiiive us.... Maci's current living space! What does it look like. What is the the decore. The vibes!

bOyyy oh boy in a perfect world I could be like “ah yes, let me whip out these detailed schematics and background art of Maci’s bedroom and palace!” BUT I cannot do that because those drawings do not exist lmfao and, due to my whiny dislike of drawing anything that I personally do not like to draw - props, scenery, furniture 😔 - probably will not ever exist. HOWEVER!

you would think that I’d have given more thought into some of these details than the amount of thought I actually have over all these years so I’m about to make some split second canon decisions in this lengthy set of paragraphs, blended up with things that I HAVE given thought to and. I will not be specifying which is which so that I seem like I’m on top of my game ggkfkgkgkg soooo

Maci’s living space is the heart and soul and main setting of the entire Elysium’verse, as she and all her friends live in a giant palace in the middle of the Elysian Fields of the Underworld. It’s HER very own personal palace (separate from the main, bigger palace in the main, bigger Underworld); her parents gave it to her when she was an actual teenager even though she didn’t move into it until millennia later, with Tory, when that became their home ever after. I refer sometimes to “the palace” or “everyone else in the palace” its Maci’s one here that i’m referring to!

The Elysian Fields are a physical bubble of artificial bubbly sunlight in the middle of the afterlife but Maci’s palace is more on trend with the Underworld itself it’s a BIG ass goth castle. Loosely Greco-Roman in architectural style obviously — although I enjoy the thought of the palace being very anachronistic - mmmm idk really. there’s columns on it. it’s all black. whatever!!! it’s whatever you imagine it to be!!

Canonically I BELIEVE it’s got at least three floors but more importantly it’s got literally infinitely generating bedrooms because it’s maaggicccccc. Most everyone’s bedrooms are loosely near each others in the same wings or at least according to family units. Yes all the kids have their own rooms! The kids also have a huge playroom; Tory’s got multiple art studios of his own; there is NOT a throne room in the Elysium palace actually its my personal cute belief that this is what the living room den area was supposed to be and they just,, chucked a Regular Huge Family Style Sofa in there and a tv fgkfkfkg. Huge family kitchen-dining room….

There’s an expansive courtyard in the middle of the palace grounds, a pool as well (somewhere else?? I think that’s inside??) , the whole palace is surrounded by meticulously maintained gardens!

Everything is black. EVERYTHING is black. theres also sooo much marble (it’s just very fireproof), also there’s lights but also many candles it’s a blend,, like I said I love love love the thought of the palace being incredibly anachronisticz Big goth ornate palace with a..,, regular giant family couch and Legos from the kids scattered everywhere—

Maci’s PERSONAL living space aka her bedroom with Tory - honestly it’s, so lovingly, like a revolving door common area in and of itself too haha. Maci & Tory’s bedroom is nearly ballroom sized, it’s connected to their bathroom (with features such as a bathtub the size of a small swimming pool). Maci’s got paintings of herself and tory on her walls (Tory painted them all!! There’s sculptures of her and the kids scattered through the palace too - also done by Tory!) other features incluudeee ridiculous huge vanity, giant mirrors,, again lights but also goth pyromaniac shit like candelabras. Maci’s bed is ridiculously huge, it’s able to fit quite regularly and very comfortably like. Eight people PLUS at a time lmao. ouyughh I don’t actually know what her bed looks like except that it’s uhh. got a headboard and corner posts that are……. Handcuffable fgkfkgkgk

on that note turning nsfw VERY quickly when talking about Maci’s bedroom — Running joke forever that one of her bedroom walls behind a curtain inexplicably has CHAINS on it. though thats less inexplicable if you’re cute enough ;) the other running joke forever is Maci’s walk in closet, behind another curtain — The Closet™ breaks the laws of physics to be an infinite spiralling room of every sex toy known to man and presumably some that mortals have yet to discover. it’s her pride and joy, very well organized, frequently ransacked by the rest of the palace residents fgkfkfk

the vibe IS very distinct and honestly iconic its , giving.,,,, Ornate Luxurious Princess of the Dead/Sleazeball Royalty of the Underworld/Spoiled Beyond Your Imagination/Horny Vampires COULD Live Here. It gives VERY Maci. welcome to the palace!!! it’s 🖤home!

[away-ward]

I find it quite unrelasistic that Thunder Bay only has two high schools with a population of around 20K. I don’t know how things work in mainland USA, but where I live (US territory but not part of the country), schools of all levels can be seen in almost every corner of my town despite having a population of less than 2K. Many students are from neighboring towns, and I only began attending school here when I started high school. The majority are public schools, with only three to four being private schools out of the ten to twelve schools. They aren’t rich rich as TBP, as the schools that tend to have over 10K fees (or just as high as university tuition) are in the richest areas such as the capital, metropolitan area and coast area. Those types of schools aren’t seen anywhere else in the island, with the average private school annual tuition being under 5K. My country is pretty small (majority of the population lives in the US, not here) so I didn’t exactly understand how they were able to separate that many kids and teenagers (both from TB and surrounding areas) in super rich schools (I suppose the middle school the majority attended had to be just as expensive) and the middle class area that’s treated as a poor area. Just three school. Two high schools. I guess Meridian City has more social class diversity but PD’s world building is quite baffling from a realistic standpoint 😅

The great majority of the cities have a population of under 20K and together they sum over 200 schools. I may be misunderstanding it so I won’t take my perception as true, and ty for reading all of this 💌

ty for reading all of this

Of course! No worries. I love talking about these kinds of things.

Thunder Bay from the start is just something you have to suspend your belief about. I also think there are some plot holes with in the town setup, but I do have some explanations for your issues.

Corrupt puts the populations somewhere around 10,000. Maybe PD slipped up and said 20,000 elsewhere, but the 10,000 already seemed too high of a population for the way the town functions, so 20,000 is unrealistic. Meridian, just about 45mins – 1 hour down the road, has a population of 2 million (think Chicago), however, and Falcon Wells, which is also close by I believe is between 10 – 15,000, unless it was directly mentioned in Punk 57. I could be wrong on this.

As far as we know, Thunder Bay Prep not only the private school, but it’s the only school in Thunder Bay, period. In Nightfall, Emory mentions that the other kids in town take the bus to another nearby town (which is one of my biggest gripes with the Thunder Bay as a setting. I think legally, as Thunder Bay has a working government, it’s required to have a public school but whatever. I could be wrong.). Most likely, “Thunder Bay” is more of a suburb of a bigger city, but still its own separate township. We’re not let in on what’s going on with the lower grades, but I like to think they’re a K-8 program that moves directly into Thunder Bay Prep.

Realistically, Thunder Bay is probably set somewhere farther south in New England. Massachusetts is a popular pick, but I personally prefer to use Maine as a reference. Specifically, Bar Harbor. It’s a small coastal village that has a main street very similar to how I would picture Thunder Bay. It’s also a small island, which sort of goes along with how the map looks on PDs website. It does have a population of about 5,000 and that is more how I would understand Thunder Bay to be (I also really liked Old Orchard Beach, Maine because it has a theme park right on the coast and across from that, a town center with a gazebo, which is not how it’s pictured in the books, but the set up with just two perfect!)

However, just a little bit farther inland, is Orono, Maine, which had a population of just over 10,000 a few years ago. It also only has three schools in its district – elementary, middle, and high school. So, it’s not a huge deal that Thunder Bay only has one school to support it. It’s weird that it’s a private school, probably with a very small student body, considering the kids “middle class” families go to public schools in the surrounding area.

I recommend bopping around on goggle maps to get a sense of just how compact New England can be, how many townships there are, and the population sizes. There’s nothing to learn, it’s just a fun time. Thunder Bay doesn’t really match with any one city, but it’s nice to get an idea of what it might look like, to try and find places that kind of match, to pull from different towns to find the “right” thing that works with how you view the town. I also have a #thunder bay tag where I talk about some town stuff, if you’re interested.

There’s a lot about Thunder Bay that doesn’t make sense. And I feel probably all questions are valid. I hope maybe this offered some explanation for why it’s so weird. It could also just be PDs world building, too quick of an internet search, and the typical “I’m writing it, who cares if it’s accurate as long as we’re having fun” writer’s mentality.

Thanks for reading all of this!

-Ko

[septima-severa]

Karyn Faro x OFC draft

I have had another brainfart with Thrawn, but this time, I'm trying to write it centered around Commodore Faro. Let's say that the plot it shit, but so far, I have had a bit of fun with that. Writing is only a hobby for me, and after so many years of inactivity, I am quite rusty. So, let's take it as another chance for practice. So far, I have landed my ass at a sixth chapter, and as I got stuck with it, I have returned to the beginning to refine the story as it's not in a publishable condition yet. So, here is an excerpt from the first chapter.

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Karyn Faro was still in shock. His Lambda shuttle just disappeared. None of the witnesses present on the bridge at that moment could believe their eyes. Her own disbelief was mirrored on faces of many. But they couldn’t be paralysed by this. They had to retrieve him as soon as possible.

She had to snap out of it, and fast.

“Can we track them?”

“We have their vector, Commodore, but the sector is uncharted,” came from the navigation console. “Nothing in our database matches it.”

“We can,” the stranger stepped in.

Faro didn’t like her. In fact, all the bridge officers stole wary glances in her direction here and there. Could it be the disturbing appearance of theirs? She didn’t know. Yet the alien was currently aboard the Chimaera because Thrawn himself had demanded to contact the Pathfinder Guild, apparently an organisation providing guidance in poorly charted regions of Wild Space and beyond. But… whatever it takes to save the Grand Admiral, that was what resonated in her head. “My office, now,” she hissed, beckoning the figure to follow her to the aft bridge area.

The office door closed with a hiss, separating the two females from the rest of the crew present.

“What do you propose?” she didn’t bother hiding the edge of impatience from her voice.

“I can navigate your ship as close as possible to the presumed position of the shuttle. But the rest of the search and rescue might have to be executed incognito,” with the last word, she switched from Basic to Sy Bisti, apparently due to lack of proper vocabulary. So far, it seemed that the Guild had been dealing with many alien species, its members capable of communication in many languages – at least enough to deliver the requested information.

As far as the Commodore knew, the Pathfinder Guild was well known to the Chiss, them being its frequent clients. Since this specimen could also use Basic, she deduced that they were dealing also with humans from their galaxy, perhaps traders, albeit not as much as with other species. Still, her appearance remained disturbing. If she was to place a bet, she would say that she shared a part of her nature with her commander’s species. But her skin – what wasn’t covered by a black uniform with the shoulder patches she had never seen before – was striped. And her disturbing heterochromatic eyes…

“How so?”

“I presume that there is no Pathfinder on board the shuttle since all are accounted for in my unit and our next base is too far and in opposite direction. So, it must be a local. Can you please show me the vector?”

Faro obliged, projecting the data over her desk. She then watched the strange female come closer and place her device – he had called it questis – there to add her data that weren’t making much sense to her at first glance.

“It is patchy, as we generally avoid this area,” she pointed a blue finger somewhere. In the middle of the vector shown in yellow. “There is a rogue black hole further down, and without an experienced sky-walker, the route is inaccessible.” She paused for a moment, thinking. “There are three systems with potentially inhabitable planets in the path to be considered,” she marked those in red. “And we know that this one,” she pointed out the said solar system, “is currently under… war? No… Enemy’s hands.”

“Which enemy?”

“Grysk,” the Pathfinder hissed.

Great. As if it couldn’t get any more complicated. Chimaera had had encounters with those on multiple occasions already. And Karyn Faro was none too happy to look forward to another possible run-in with them, even though the chances were slim that these already knew what an Imperial Star Destroyer was capable of.

“It might get nasty,” the alien continued in Sy Bisti before switching back to Basic. Was she doing it perhaps on purpose? As if assuming that this conversation could be eavesdropped on? “But I can guide you there, no problem.”

“What do you need from us?”

“Access to your helm, naturally. But tell me, how familiar are you with the Pathfinders’ work, commander?”

“Not really.” To be honest, she hadn’t quite followed the Grand Admiral’s way of thinking on this mission. Originally, they had been investigating a Rebel cell activity that had eventually led them to this hellhole. Still, the reason behind the presence of a navigator evaded her.

“And how comfortable are you with the Sight? I think your Emperor calls it Force sensitivity.”

Even better, Faro thought. What the hell did she get herself into?

But the woman continued before she could object, switching to Sy Bisti. “The Guild is strictly neutral; we offer our services without taking sides. I must warn you that the region we are about to enter has only a few barely established hyperlanes. I saw in your hangar that you already encountered the Grysk disrupting device, and I can’t guarantee we won’t run into another one deployed there. In that case, we would have to continue in a shuttle. Notify your quartermaster that in that case, you will need undercover. You and whoever else you deem fit to join us on the rescue, that is. Our shuttle can accommodate four persons maximum.”

“Understood. When can we be underway?”

“Let me call off our ship and I’ll be ready shortly. Oh, and one more thing… We can run into the enemy quickly. This ship is quite large,” the navigator gestured around her to emphasize her words, “and might attract unwanted attention.”

Faro nodded and exited her office first, leaving the door open. She proceeded to issue commands to prepare the ship for the mission, and it seemed to lift the stricken mood of the crew.

“The Pathfinders’ ship is leaving, madam,” Commander Hammerly called from over the Lieutenant Lomar’s console as the remaining crewmember emerged from Faro’s office.

“Stage Two alert throughout the ship. Lieutenant Agral, step down from the helm, if you please,” Faro continued.

[accidentalmistress]

Dust in the Wind

It's that time again! The latest installment of Accidental Mistress is here! Join me for another adventure! Separately. In our own homes. Preferably away from other people, because we are all filthy degenerates... Ahem, anyway...

(More Accidental Mistress content can be found in the Master Post.)

Title: Dust in the Wind

Word Count: 2,359

Content and warnings: snz (male), technically snz (fem) but just the one, lol

An incident in the tower library leads Noelle and Oraion to discover that the demon might have a slightly worse dust allergy than they thought...

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About a mile and a half outside of the small town of Chambelf in the country of Schorseau, an old stone tower stood in the middle of a forest. Its original purpose and progenitor were lost to time, and for many, many years it stood empty and crumbling, a relic from a bygone era. To a casual observer it would still appear as such, the reason being that the tower’s current occupant wanted it to. She had cast a number of warding and trap spells, not the least of which was a glamor that caused anyone who came upon the tower to see it as a dilapidated, and furthermore uninteresting, ruin. The passerby would then continue on their way and soon forget they had seen anything at all.

The spell was a work of genius, and Noelle knew she could never have pulled it off without Oraion’s help. As an incubus, he possessed intuitive knowledge on magic that influenced the mind, and together they had formulated the intricacies and inner workings of the complex ritual. Then, with the power and control that Oraion provided her through the link created by the contract that bound them, Noelle had woven the spell over an area that kept the entire tower and much of the surrounding land nicely hidden.

The tower itself was round save for a wider, square level at the base. That was where the entrance hall was, as well as the kitchens. Above that were six more levels, plus an attic, which was far more space than Noelle could reasonably utilize alone. Her bedroom was near the top, as well as her bath and a room that was now Oraion’s. One level of the tower was a single open space with large windows that let in plenty of sunlight, and it was this sprawling room that had become Noelle’s workshop, study, and library. It was easily her favorite room in the tower.

Another thing she liked about it was how high the ceilings were, nearly twice the other levels, which meant she could install huge floor-to-ceiling bookshelves with one of those ladders that moved along a rail. Like everything else in her tower, they had been cobbled together with whatever materials she could buy from the nearby town or scavenge on her own, but she still thought they made the room feel like a proper library. She’d made a lot of progress in filling them up with books over the years, some that she had purchased and many that had been given to her or that she had rescued after being thrown away by their original owners. Sure, that meant her collection was a touch eclectic, but where else might she have acquired an out-of-print, first-edition copy of Trexala’s Trove of Trivia, Vol. 4?

At the moment, however, she needed an old volume on thaumaturgy, an astronomy text, and a thin pamphlet she had tucked away somewhere that contained some useful diagrams of ancient Pre-Jaksdasan runes. She had reached the top of one shelf with no success in finding the pamphlet, and was just about to descend when she saw something sticking out from between two books at the far end of the next shelf over. If she could grab it, it would save her the trouble of having to go down, move the ladder, and climb back up again. She set the two books she already had down on the shelf in front of her and steadied herself on the ladder. It wouldn’t do to take a fall from this height.

She leaned out to the side and reached for the pamphlet, barely brushing it with her middle finger. With a frustrated snort she tried again, adjusting her footing so she could reach further, stretching out as far as she possibly could. She was rewarded with another brush of it with her finger, but she’d managed to pull it out slightly. Now, if only she could—

Crack.

The ladder shifted beneath her, coming loose from the rail entirely as some part of the fixture gave way. Noelle tried to grab onto one of the shelves in front of her to steady herself on the ladder, but the plank of wood tipped forward under her weight, dumping books to the floor before slipping completely from her grasp.

“No, no! Ah-!”

It all happened so quickly. For a moment she was weightless, and she closed her eyes, bracing for impact. Then she hit the ground, but with admittedly less force than she was expecting. It still hurt a bit, but it felt like something had broken her fall. When she opened her eyes, she saw exactly what it was. Or rather, who it was.

“Ow…”

“Oraion! Oh my goodness, are you all right?”

The demon scoffed with a wry smirk. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that, Mistress? You’re not hurt, are you?”

He was sitting on the floor beneath her, holding Noelle in his lap with his muscular arms. His wings were out; from the look of it he had flown across the room to catch her.

“Yes. Yes, I’m fine, um, thanks to you. So, uh… thank you.”

“Of course, my dear, but please be more careful next time.”

One more straggling book fell to the floor, landing on several others in a heap.

“Yes, I’m sorry. Seems I’ve made quite a mess… I think the ladder is broken, too.”

“A bit of a mess and a broken ladder can be cleaned up and fixed, I’m just glad you’re… you’re, um…” He trailed off, and Noelle couldn’t quite read the look on his face. Distracted, maybe?

“Oraion…?”

He sniffed, nose scrunching. “Uh, would you say those books were a bit dusty?”

“Wh- dust? I- Oh no, I haven’t dusted in ages.”

She looked again at the mess, and sure enough the sun shining through the windows illuminated a veritable galaxy of glowing motes of dust floating in the air. Poor Oraion’s nose was already turning pink.

“I-I must be a bit more allergic than I th-thought, because I have such a-an intense tiiihhckle. -snf- Nguh…”

He let go of her with one hand to rub his nose, pressing a knuckle under his septum as he took in a shaky breath. In his lap, Noelle had the perfect view of his quivering nares as specks of dust swirled around them.

“I s-swear I’m n-not doing this on p-purpose, I- I- heh! Oh no- hiihh-HIHH-heh- -sniff- s-sorry- heh-heh- hehhh ih-hiiiHH HIH-ITCHOO! HEHGTCHIUH! HESSHHIIU!”

Oraion's broad chest heaved against her, spasming muscles visible through the thin fabric of his shirt, as he was rocked by sneeze after powerful sneeze. Noelle didn't think she'd seen him sneeze with his wings out before. They twitched and flared throughout his hitching buildups and the outbursts that followed.

"S-so strong- oh- eh-heh! HEHIIH'TCHIU! Gods- ehGHISHUH!"

"Um, maybe you should put me down?"

Oraion could only nod in response, hardly able to keep his crimson eyes open between sneezes as forming tears glistened in his eyelashes. Even Noelle's own insensitive nose was starting to run a bit. His grip on her slackened, and she clambered out of his lap with all the grace and dexterity of a newborn foal. At least she didn't kick him anywhere sensitive.

She immediately set about throwing open the windows, hoping for a breeze to air out the room. Oraion's fit showed no signs of stopping or even slowing, a bright red flush blossoming across his nose, cheeks, and even his long, elf-like ears.

"haESHOO! IISSHHIU! Nguh- Mistress, I- eh-heh HEH! HIISH'IUUU! I c-can't etchu! etchu! ngh- suh-stop- heh-hehh-HEHH-HEHHTCHUU! EHH’SHYU!"

Sometimes Noelle couldn’t be certain if he was playing it up for her benefit, or if he was actually distressed. This particular episode seemed especially bad, though, worse than any she’d seen him go through before.

“I-I know. I’m sorry. I’m trying to get it cleared out, just try to hold on a little longer.”

What else could she do? Was there really nothing else but to wait it out? The aggrieved demon pressed a hand over his nose and mouth, catching his increasingly wet sneezes against his palm.

“Oh!” Noelle rushed over and crouched next to him, pulling a simple, white handkerchief out of her pocket. “Here, use this.”

Eyes streaming, he reached blindly for it, so she pressed it into his hand. He immediately unleashed another strong sneeze into the cloth. At least now he wouldn’t have to use his hands. The harsh expulsions were so forceful and close together, Noelle imagined he couldn’t focus long enough to summon his own handkerchief. She heard him try to blow his nose into the one she gave him, only to be cut off by another hitchy outburst. Unsure what else she could do, Noelle placed her hand on the demon’s shoulder.

A sudden pause in his sneezing gave Noelle a fleeting hope that at last his fit was letting up. Yet his chest heaved, pulling air into his lungs in stuttering gasps. Breathy hitches shifted into vocal ones, rising in pitch and strength. His reddened nostrils flared, eyes squeezed shut, nose crinkled with intense irritation. Noelle caught the tip of a fang visible through his parted lips. The longer the buildup went on, the more desperate his hitching became, until at last it reached a fever pitch and Oraion’s torso snapped forward.

“HIIHHSSHHHIIEEWWW!!”

He barely got the handkerchief over his nose as a tremendous sneeze seized him, launching him into a violent, uncontrollable paroxysm of sneezing that had him hunched over, both hands clutching the handkerchief to his face as his torso convulsed again and again. A spasm made one of his wings nearly clip Noelle across the head, and she had to duck aside to avoid being hit. After about half a dozen or so powerful sneezes, the fit finally began to subside, leaving Oraion panting and gasping for breath.

“Oh, by the Princes of Hell… That was… s-so intense… hehchiu! Gods…”

“I-I’m so sorry, Oraion, I…”

Noelle trailed off, unsure what else to say. She’d apologized a few times already, and… Well, she wasn’t ready to acknowledge the part of her that had enjoyed watching his positively desperate fit.

He waved a dismissive hand as he finally stopped sneezing long enough to blow his nose.

“Nothing to apologize for. I’m f-fine. Note to s-self: extremely allergic to d-dust in s-suffi- heh-hehh! HEEISHHOO! Ngh… sufficient quantities.”

He rubbed his thumb and forefinger up and down his nose in an itchy fervor. He then wiped the tears from his face as he took a bleary look around the room. There was still dust floating around, Noelle noted, despite the open windows. Oraion flapped his wings several times, which sent a light breeze across the room, encouraging fresh air through the windows to replace the dust-laden air in the room, before the appendages vanished into his back once more.

“That should help clear the room. Now I just need to get the stuff out of my damned sinuses… hihh-tchoo!”

He raised the handkerchief back to his face and gave several forceful blows. Noelle still felt somewhat sniffly herself, and rubbed her own nose with the back of her hand.

“I, um, I know what you mean.”

Almost on cue, she felt a prickle, and she raised both hands toward her face.

“Uh-oh- heh… heh-itchu! Ugh. -snf-”

She hated her own sneezes: all high-pitched and kittenish, while still being incredibly ordinary and boring. When she looked up, though, she found Oraion staring at her with an intensity that sent a tingle across her skin. Her cheeks burned under his scrutiny as she rubbed her nose again.

“Um… please excuse me.”

All at once his entire face began to turn an alarming shade of red, and he kept a hand firmly clasped over his nose and mouth. A tendril of anxiety touched Noelle’s spine—was he about to have another severe outburst?

“O-Oraion? Is everything all right?”

“Oh, yes, I… uh… I-I’ve just… never seen you, ah, sneeze before… and it… i-it was… really… really… cute…”

He practically whispered the last word behind his hand, and it took Noelle a few seconds to parse out what he’d said. Once it hit her, her eyes went wide as volcanic heat flooded her own face.

“C-c-cute?! B-but, I— I mean, it just- just sounded normal, d-didn’t it? My, um… m-my sneezing isn’t anything special…”

Either Oraion found something on the wall very interesting, or he couldn’t bring himself to look at her. His voice was an embarrassed mumble behind his hand.

“... still cute.”

Noelle had never seen Oraion this flustered, and, truth be told, it was almost as attractive to her as his sneezing. Sitting there with his bashful red face and sniffly nose; she couldn’t think of a time when he’d looked more adorable. Beautiful, haunting, sexy—he always embodied those characteristics to a T, but this? This was, well…

Cute.

She leaned forward. “Hey… Oraion?”

He finally turned back to face her and dropped his hand away from his mouth, and Noelle was waiting. His full lips were warm from the flush in his face as she covered them with her own. He tensed up, frozen for half a heartbeat, but then he melted into the kiss, and she felt his fingertips tickle her cheek in a gentle caress. Noelle put her arms around his neck and shoulders, breaking the kiss for just a moment to look into his bright scarlet eyes. She didn’t even care how hard she was blushing, since his face was just as red.

“I think, um, that you’re pretty cute right now, too.”

Leaning back, she began to pull him down towards the floor. There was still the mess of books and papers, and she would have to set aside some time for inspecting the library ladder to assess if it could be fixed. Right now, though, all she could think about was the gorgeous man in her arms, the decidedly hedonistic things his tongue was capable of, and the fact that the wards and traps she’d placed all around her tower meant that no one would be nearby to hear them.

[negative-speedforce]

3, 7, 9, 11, 13, 14, 17, 19 for Siv, Jay, Hailey, and anyone else :)

3. What is your OC's financial status? Are they just scraping by, making enough to live comfortably, or wealthy? Has there ever been a drastic change in their status? If so, what happened?

Siv grew up extremely wealthy, and definitely took that for granted. After all, don't most people grow up in high-tech mansions? Anyway, after being declared dead (and all her father's possessions being passed on to one Barry Allen) and returning from said death, she found herself in a unique position- no life skills whatsoever, and no money or possessions other than the clothes on her back. They keep themselves alive through a combination of theft, dancing at The Golden Booty (yes, the club from the "I just love chicken wings so much" episode), and squatting in a condemned apartment. After beating up some thugs that were harassing him, Ember invited Siv to work for them as a bouncer at her club, which improved their financial situation greatly.

Jay grew up in your average middle-class American family. With his and Cassandra's jobs as secret agents, he is able to live comfortably in the upper middle-class bracket. However, due to his disability, he has to be careful with his money in case there is a point in the future where he is unable to do his job anymore.

Hailey grew up in a fairly wealthy British family, not quite aristocracy but definitely wealthier than most. She was disowned by them after coming out, however, and now she lives off her salary as a secret agent, which leaves her comfortable with some money to spend.

7. Does your OC like their natural hair color or do they dye it? What styles do they prefer?

Siv has natural black curly hair, which she usually keeps cropped in a curtain undercut and slicked back with enough hair gel to drown an elephant. When they were younger, they used to dye it a lot, not because they didn't like their natural color, but because it was fun.

Jay has naturally wavy sandy blonde hair, which he keeps in a "wet mop" haircut. The only time he ever dyed his hair was during his middle school emo phase, when it was black with a blue streak.

Hailey has dip-dyed hair, which is her natural black at the roots, then at around shoulder length it's dyed purple. Her and Cassandra dyed their hair purple at the same time, though Hailey's let hers grow out.

9. Is your OC laid back or do they thrive on drama? What role do they play in their group of friends/associates?

Both Siv, Hailey, and Jay have one thing in common- they would prefer to stay out of drama. However, the drama often finds them.

11. What does your OC believe in? God(s)? Monsters? Love? The power of unbreakable bonds of friendship to overcome any obstacle? The ability of money to open any door? Or are they indifferent?

Siv very firmly believes in herself, and her own willpower. They also believe in a very white-and-black mentality for morality, separating the people they know into two lists- Allies and Villains.

Jay believes in the power of love to save anyone. He also believes in aliens (not like "UFOs at Area 51" but like "There's no way we're alone in the universe")

Hailey believes in angels. While she's far less religious than her family that raised her, she still believes that there are forces higher than herself, and that they watch over and guard her and the rest of humanity.

13. How important are romantic relationships to your OC? Do they prefer casual sex, short flings, or long term relationships? Do they want to get married or are they content with what they have? Or do they have no interest in romance whatsoever?

Siv has a feeling they might be somewhere on the aromantic spectrum, but they're not sure. She definitely prefers casual sex/flings to long-term committed relationships, but that might just be their trust issues talking. Though, her relationship with Hailey really seems to be going somewhere...

Jay prefers committed relationships to anything casual. Despite his fiancee, Cassandra, being aromantic, they've found a way to make it work.

Hailey is asexual, but despite that, she prefers casual flings to anything else, mostly because there's no strings attached. She doesn't enjoy being tied down for too long.

14. How important is friendship to your OC? Do they prefer to have one or two close friends or a large group of casual friends? Or do they prefer their own company over that of others?

Siv... isn't great at having friends. They're cold, brusque, and downright prickly, and she prefers her own company to that of others. However, they appreciate that Jay has stayed on their side even after everything she's done.

Jay thinks friendship is the most important thing in the world, which is why he's wiling to betray his oath in order to help Siv and make sure they don't get themselves killed.

Friendship is fairly important to Hailey, but she prefers to be alone.

17. Does your OC have an enemy? What happened between them? Is it mutual or one-sided? Is it petty or serious? Is one party seeking revenge? Does one person want the other dead or are they content to hate them from afar? 

Siv has a one-sided grudge with her father. She wants him dead, or at least in so much pain that he can begin to feel how tortured she was after Gina died. Unfortunately, he has no idea why she hates him so much, after all, all he did was kill her girlfriend (at senior prom, mind you!).

Jay also hates Siv's dad for the same reason. However, his grudge is a lot less single-minded hatred and just... "I don't like him, and he should be taken out of society because he's a bad person.". However, if he were to ever see Eobard, it's fairly possible that he'd start shooting at him and calling him every vulgar insult in the book. "You killed my best friend, you [redacted]!"

Hailey has one enemy- her target, the Dark Streak, an international metahuman criminal who she's been tasked to track down and neutralize through any means necessary. Unfortunately, she doesn't realize that her archnemesis is laying with her in her bed.

19. Has your OC ever had an experience with the paranormal or the divine? What happened? Was it a one-time encounter or is it a normal part of their life? Did they find it terrifying or thrilling?

Siv has had many experiences with both, due to being half eldritch god and routinely fucking a ghost. She occasionally gets possessed by the Negative Speed Force if she stays in "eldritch" mode too long, and will commit far more crimes than usual. Getting possessed is not one of Siv's favorite pastimes, they find it rather annoying.

Jay does not enjoy dealing with either, but he often has to. His fiancee is a witch, his coworker is a ghost, and his childhood best friend routinely gets possessed by an eldritch god. It's not even that scary for him anymore, he just finds it inconvienient.

Due to Hailey being a ghost, the paranormal is a normal part of her life. She literally is the paranormal. She doesn't really think about it that much, since it's a normal part of her life.

[experimentalfma]

‘ not  just  a  scratch,  reverse  ‘  -Kimbley to Greed, bc we ALL know Kimbley will never seek medical attention from anyone ever :^)))

Greed had been in the storage room idly checking inventory and hadn't heard Kimbley come in, but when a drop of blood on the floor caught his eye as he returned to the back room, he slowed down a bit for a better look. A few more drops led back toward the closed door that separated the bar from the more private area he and his crew inhabited. Eyes narrowing as he tried to determine whether he should be concerned about someone starting trouble in his bar, he quickened his pace to find out. The last thing he needed was to find out one his his patrols lost their temper over some minor inconvenience and swung a bottle at whoever was serving that night. His patrons should know better than to report any sort of incident to the authorities, but if word spread that there were fights breaking loose in the Devil's Nest, it risked drawing unwanted military attention. It would be a pain to have to pay someone off.

When he stepped into the room, swinging the door shut behind him, however, it was immediately clear that wouldn't be the case. Otherwise they'd likely be clearing a corpse out of the bar right now. So he stepped over another drop of blood and crossed the room to where Kimbley was trying to treat a serious-looking wound on his own. It hardly came as a surprise that the chimeras wouldn't involve themselves with him.

"So do you know how to get blood stains out of a rug?" was his first question despite how little blood was actually on the intricately patterned throw rug spread across the middle of the floor. "It'd be a pain to have to replace it if we can't get it off." There was the matter of disposing of this one, buying a new one, and carrying it all the way here to consider.

Greed glanced down to inspect the wound, folding his arms at the thought of how fragile humans could be. But at least Kimbley wasn't dead; there would be hell to pay for that, and not because of any sense of love or kinship. As far as the homunculus was concerned, anyone living at the Devil's Nest was his, and it was unacceptable to take them from him.

Despite the severity of the injury, however, Greed doubted the other man would actually die from it if he had been able to make it all the way here and was working on staunching the bleeding without anyone's help. But from what he knew about injuries on more mortal beings, that was probably going to be easier said than done.

After a moment of consideration he asked without any concern in his tone, "So you need me to stitch that up? It's not like it'll stop bleeding on its own. Martel should have first aid kit somewhere around here." Greed had never actually touched a needle in the 400 years he'd been alive, but it was better than letting him bleed all over everything.

[the-firebird69]

There's a few other things I'd like to mention.

-+we have a couple people who have gone by a few times and the same disguise and they're trying to time it right so they're trying to teach people what to do and stuff for fish people who see it like the Max and they miss it every time they took the money and they don't get it it's very gross and poor and sad

-+there's a couple other things going on too but this is a really huge day there's a massive buildup they're going to try and attack our areas too and we've been going in all week the max are going into strength and foreigners and we are going to follow momentarily it will be a battle in a big one today it's battles all over the place but tonight it will come in a huge one overseas it's to begin relatively soon I think at noon over here and it's in the middle of the night and it'll be a kickoff they're telling about 3:00 p.m. eastern time so gearing up right now there's going to be many alerts today

Hera Zues

Olympus

Several projects are being kicked off today and are over civilian nature.

##water and water filtration and distribution potable water usable water processed water and basically any kind of water even for pools I would be getting this huge project globally it needs to be concentrated on and it needs a lot more manpower and it needs professionals from that industry very badly this is a priority. If you can't drink water you ain't going to make it and we need people to know that this is a key to survival and and a must for hours with it now we are hiring anywhere introducing the program right now today here on this Tumblr site I'll start to sign on to our military.

##sure treatment and something and removal any thing that has to do with treating sewage of any kind agricultural material from animals is not storage sewage but anything that flows out of there as such is and we are working on that too it should not be sent to the same place it's treated differently it breaks down differently. We're up and we're at it and working hard it's everywhere it's a problem everywhere and it's becoming monstrous we need emergency measures in the West Tommy Allen started to deploy them is having a lot of problems and says people don't want to they want more buildings and so it's becoming difficult for those buildings and for others and they're fighting over

As a side note Tommy F has a character and a son recognizes him from westboro but it's somewhere else it's a famous person and he's seen him before I can't remember instead sabatini instead of maybe you can't remember what it is we know where he signed and he was famous so he knows who the character is and he's going to try and remember it but it's not columbo now but they look like that

##waste collection waste disposal waste separation and recycling you go hand in hand huge project in the beginning today and extremely important to maintain the health of the planet to make sure it would not be in contaminated with anything lethal we are moving on this one it's huge now and there's a lot of activity there's a lot of priority One action on this so we're going to get to it right now we're going to hire people we need you to come forward on your own if you have any experience in this area at all even if you're just put your garbage out and had to collected and saw a few specials on TV we need people for this right now it's a desperate need on Earth

##automobile accessories this is moving straight up there to number one in that accessories are for the interior of the car and people want all sorts of stuff it helps them get through the day and it's needed and we want to do it more and soon and right now.

##hand in hand with this division and they're both the under kit cars the accessories will be under two headings yes I have different divisions within them this is wide body kits and other types of kids that are attached or replace just panels and or fairings and cowles and hoods trunks and other minor it's really cosmetic or partially structural not nothing that's very strong or structural on the car a lot of plant-ons are requested we have huge requests and we want to start feeling them we'll create a cover thing and we will continue to use that method but really we need to do it now we have a lot of requests we have tons of tons of requests we have a huge potential here for a massive massive industry they want to do it for the VW and to make Ferrari out of old Camaros and Firebirds and they want to do it now and they want to go back to the old kit and see if they can do it and make the glue better and they have the molds and they're like modify it a little maybe a little odd but that's a good start and we would like to start there it can be done a lot better these days with the technology they have and if you get a hold of a Ferrari it says you should rent one and that's a wicked thing to do but you look like you're not wealthy and you're a startup business so we are going ahead with this kind of thing and we are going to proceed but we are looking for people with experience right now and we do need it desperately we never be able to sign on any and all positions associated as well and we need it now.

-I'm wishing everybody a good day today ours and we have a lot to do we have a war going on we need you now and we definitely need you for everything is going on it will not have to set foot within the solar system over there but we do need you now

Thor Freya

Olympus

This is what I say we need you to sign up now. We've been saying it for quite a while now is the time and to try and beat conscription before it happens it's coming up this month I believe

Nuada Arrianna

We will have to do it shortly and because people need us to.

Frank Castle hardcastle

I have a couple comments but we're running out of space

Duke Nukem Blockbuster