#::I've Got A Game I Want To Show You - The Muse Speaks::

[alastors-radioshow]

@hellsmayflower has made a deal with The Radio Demon

"Goodness, are you taking a break from the Holiday madness as well, miss~?"

[alastors-radioshow]

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Not a trailer (no sound btw), but seeing Al is always a pleasure! Also, I love how dorky he is x3

@alastors-radioshow what do you think the other you is so ecstatic about, Darling?

“Most likely the fact that the word “redemption” is quite laughable around these parts~ One has to learn, I suppose. Either it bears fruit, or it does not~ This fellow has yet to learn~”

Not a trailer (no sound btw), but seeing Al is always a pleasure! Also, I love how dorky he is x3

[realcube]

dilf december

day fifteen ⭑ kenma kuzome ⭑ want you here tonight

tw : nsfw minors dni, cybersex, f!masterbation, orgasm denial, daddy kink and "kitten"

your boyfriend only exists online.

of course, you've met him in-person before. several times. in fact, you were laying in his cali king-sized bed right now, drowning in the fluffy sheets. but it seems like he always escapes you — jetting off to different countries on last-minute business trips. you weren't even entirely sure where he was right now, all you knew was he was somewhere in asia to accept an reward related to company growth.

currently, for you, it was the middle of the day. though it was a bit dark and gloomy outside, so it felt much later. hence, you were wrapped up snug in kenma's bed, basking in the warmth his covers provided. meanwhile, it was the middle of the night where ever he was; that's the only reason he was able to find time to talk to you over video-call.

his camera was propped up on his desk, so you got a nice view of him as he tapped away on his laptop — unsure whether he was working on important paperwork or just playing video games. his hotel room was dark, and only light source was the computer screen in front of him, harshly illuminating his sharp features.

his narrow eyes darted over the screen, hardly sparing you a glance. still, you'd push your tits up to the camera for your own amusement, admiring your own reflection in the small section in the corner of your mobile phone. you pouted your lips, impressed with how effortless you look, "it's been so lonely here without you. having a big bed is pointless without someone to share it with." you whine, dramatically spreading your arm out across the length of the mattress.

" 'm sorry, babe, but this award is a big deal." his voice is soft yet he speaks in such a dull, uncaring manner. you can detect the sweetness below the surface, however. "i had to fly out and accept it in-person."

"i know.." you sigh, losing yourself and averting your gaze to the side, longingly. it was quite the impressive little charade: you were never really too bothered by kenma visiting other countries and leaving you in his mansion by yourself — the solitude was enjoyable —but you would always pretended to be in utter turmoil over how much you miss him because you know it strokes his ego.

"don't be upset.." he murmured, eyes finally pried off his computer screen, to notice the discontented act you were putting on. "i hate seeing you unhappy."

"hm.." you pout, angling the camera away from your face but still focussed enough so he could see you wiping invisible tears from your eyes.

kenma frowns, and slumps back in his chair, crossing his arms, "c'mon, baby, i'm right here." he tries to reason, between your fake sniffs and quiet sobs, "show daddy those pretty tits, hm?"

wordlessly, you turn your head away from the camera with a dramatic flip of your hair. but, as requested, you lower the camera and pull down the neck of your tank-top in order to free your tits. despite being engulfed by his toasty sheets, your nipples were still stiff upon sudden exposure to the chilly air in the room.

kenma smirks, leaning forward and admiring the view for a moment, before subtly returning his attention to the work on his screen. but not without humming your praises first, "fuck, i've been missing my girls so bad." his chest visibly heaves as he takes laboured breathes, "have you been missing daddy, angel?"

you nod, and as expected, he bluntly rasps in response, "show me."

without further instruction, you kick your sweatpants off, followed by your lacey black panties. sat pretty in the centre of the bed, you spread your legs and place the camera down between them, pointed directly at your sopping pussy, which was leaking arsousal onto his pristine white sheets,

"so wet and filthy.." he mused, only sparing you a glimpse while working. though brief, in that time he was still able to appraise your cunt and it turned him on to see how horny he made you. since he was quite a bit older, he worried that maybe you don't perceive him to be as attractive as he considers you. but seeing with his own eyes how wet he could get you was nice reassurance that he's still hot.

to you, it seemed as though he was clearly more focussed on his work than on you — but that is only because you couldn't see the lewd thoughts clouding his mind. however, it truly turned you on, to be overlooked even while you were fully on display for him. having to claw and beg for male attention was something you weren't used to, so it was certainly a new and erotic experience.

"can i finger myself, daddy?" you whine, hand already roaming down between your thighs and kneading at your plush skin impatiently.

"sure." he muttered, attempting to focus on his computer, "but don't cum. i'm going to do that to you when i get home, okay?"

before he even managed to finish his question, you were already two knuckles-deep into your pussy, moaning wildly and spasming around your own fingers. though you weren't especially fast or dexterous, any stimulation — even amateur — was enough to satisfy your hungry pussy, which yearned for your boyfriend's expert touch, but ultimately would settle for any attention at all.

your walls sucked and gnawed on your own two fingers, making obscenely wet noises as they did so, which not only echoed through the bedroom you were in, but the hotel room kenma was in too. additionally, he got an earful for your loud, staggered moans, which admittedly has his erection aboslutely throbbing in his trousers, but he was experienced in hiding his arousal.

"don't get too carried away, kitten. you're not allowed to cum yet."

[sleepybiscus]

"POCKY GAME" JIN ENJOJI X READER

♡♡♡♡

----this was an idea i've had for a while that i wanted to write for, might do it for some other characters as well if you want!! dw i will get to the rest of my requests soon :]

----fem reader, use of y/n, established relationship, silly shenanigans... (pretend he is holding pocky in this picture)

Generally speaking, Jiji is the silliest guy you've ever met. Ever since you started dating, he's been asking you to participate in all kinds of shenanigans with him.

Today was one of those days where Jiji was feeling particularly tomfoolerish and you were chilling on his bed until he put his phone down, got up, and walked towards the door.

"My dearest Y/N, I HAVE an IDEA!!" he exclaimed before exiting the room.

Very shortly after you were left to ponder what your boyfriend could possibly have thought up now, he returned holding something behind his back.

"Whatcha got there?" you asked him, laying your phone face down on the bed and turning to face him.

"Have you ever heard of... drumroll please... the pocky game?!" he sang excitedly, pointed finger guns at you and pushing his hand out in front of him to show off a box of pocky, in your favorite flavor.

You hummed, nodding and sitting upright while he sat to face you.

Jiji struggled to open the box and the packet of pocky inside, but he eventually got it open after what took far too long, though you were used to his antics by now and patiently waited.

"Alright!! So we each put an end of the pocky at the end of our mouths and whoever eats the most of it wins!" He placed the flavored end of the pocky in his mouth and his face hovered close to yours so you could grasp the other end between your teeth.

He began a countdown with his fingers

3

2

1!

And as soon as you saw the signal, you began to gnaw at your end of the stick before almost reaching his lips, biting off your end, and pulling away.

Jiji, clearly disappointed that you didn't kiss him at the end, pouted as you cheered, "I win!"

You giggled at his saddened expression and he immediately declared a rematch.

This time, you took the flavored end of the stick and him the biscuit side.

Again, the countdown began and hit one; you raced him down the pocky stick, taking the largest bites you could, but this time Jiji was able to catch you slightly off guard and stole a short kiss from you.

"Aha!! I got you that time!" he cheered, taking a pocky from the bag and eating it.

"You're not winning this, Jin," you say seriously.

"We'll see about that," he smirked. "Rematch, rematch!"

You pulled out another stick from the pack and stuck it between your teeth, pushing it into Jiji's mouth, beginning the third round.

You bit off as much as you possibly could at your absolute fastest pace, and it surprisingly paid off, as you reached his end first and pecked his lips.

His eyes widened for a split second and he blinked, caught off guard by your sudden move, making you giggle again.

"I win again! Told you," you hummed, kissing him on the cheek.

Jiji gasped loudly; "You've gotta be cheating!" he accused dramatically, poking at you before squeezing you tightly.

"I'm not!! I promise!"

"Pinky promise."

"Bet."

You linked your pinky with his and he pulled you close and gently pressed his lips to yours. You intertwined your fingers with him and returned the kiss before pulling away and sticking a pocky in his mouth.

"Last round, whoever loses... has to be little spoon," you declared. Jiji nodded and you got ready to start chomping. After a final count of three, you competed to the end of the stick but to your surprise, he reached you first and connected his lips to yours for a bit longer than just half a second.

"Well well well..." He smirked before tackling you into a big hug on his bed and kissing the top of your head, making fake "mwah" sounds.

"We should do this more often," you mused, wrapping your arms around his and sighing deeply, peacefully.

♡♡♡♡

i need me a jiji to play the pocky game with irl😔

[prettiestlovergirl]

hiii!! i love how u write theo and i was wondering if u could do another oral fixation!reader x cold!theo nott (it doesn’t have to be smut ofc, pls do whatever makes u comfortable, even if that means you don’t write this at all!!)

have a great night!

🎀 anon (if that’s not already taken ofc!)

oh, my love, i am sososo happy you asked me for this! idk why i have so much fun with cold! theo but i DO and the fact that you also love him makes me giddy hehe.

this is basically like a continuation of the last one! just a different nickname. (🎀 anon is all yours, babe!) i'm too lazy to add it to everything, bambola means doll! hope this lived up to your expectations. enjoy, my lovely! 𓆩♡𓆪

tw: MDNI; fem!reader; oral fixation! reader; princess! reader; jealousy; light hairpulling; fingering; unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it); sarcastic banter; ends with some fluff; italian! theodore nott

currently, slytherin house was throwing a massive party in the common room. you guys had won in your game against ravenclaw, so of course you were all celebrating with loud music and an abundance of alcohol.

theo was looking for you. the two of you hadn't gotten a moment alone since the library incident he couldn't stop replaying on a loop in his mind.

wanting you was a bad idea. you were from two different worlds, you were polar opposites, but fuck did he need to have you again more than air.

even in a room full of people, his eyes always found you first. unfortunately (for the other guy) you were in the middle of a dance with some guy from the year above you two.

your face was flushed from dancing, your eyes sparkling with joy and laughter as the guy spun you around. your hair was in a ponytail, and he had the sudden urge to wrap it around his fist and tug you to him.

all it would take is one little tug and you would be all his for the taking, the douchebag with his hands on you didn't stand a fucking chance against him.

theo remained cool and composed, but his eyes? his eyes gave everything away. they showed the jealousy sparking deep within him, one misplaced hand away from starting a fire.

you must have been able to feel the heat of his stare on your skin, because you turned your head around and were instantly met with theo's dark gaze.

your breath hitched and the previous smile on your face was wiped as theo approached, instantly wrapping his arms around you. he made a point to place his hand just above douchebags.

"bambola, you didn't tell me you made a new friend." theo mused, his cool and collected smile masking the jealousy, rage, and sudden desire to snap and beat the shit out of this guy for even looking at you, let alone touching you.

"hey, man, who the fuck are you?" douchebag scoffed, his arms still on you as bodies continued to sway and party around you. "someone who's going to kick your pathetic ass if you don't get out of here in the next five seconds."

douchebag looked like he wanted to argue, but the murderous glint in theo's eyes and the fact that he started lifting his fingers in a countdown finally scared him away.

"what the hell was that?!" you huffed, stepping away from his grasp and placing your hands on your hips. "i really like ethan!" you hissed, noticing the muscle tick in his jaw as you said his name.

"you can do better, bambola. he scared too easy, he's not worth your time." theo said coolly, slight smirk on his face as you rolled your eyes. "oh, because you're better? please-"

"you really think you would have enjoyed yourself with him, bella? you think he would have made your eyes roll the way i did? think his fingers would compare to mine? i can still hear your pretty little whimpers, darling."

a shiver ripped through your body at his words, lips parting in surprise at hearing the normally so calm and proper theodore nott speak such filthy words with ease.

"you've got five minutes to meet me by the stairs, bambola... or i've throw you over my shoulder and drag you up myself." he purred in your ear, his voice low and dark and raspy with desire.

of course, you followed theo out almost immediately. you would have been a fool not to follow him, especially with the way you couldn't help but replay the scene of you two in library every time you closed your eyes.

anticipation fluttered beneath your skin as you and theo walked up the stairs to the boy's dormitory. there was an aching pressure between your thighs as you walked, his hand on the small of your back burning so hot he was practically branding you.

you couldn't take your eyes off him the moment you stepped into the room. you hadn't uttered a word the whole way up, but you didn't have to: you both knew exactly what was going to happen tonight.

theo leaned back against the canopy of his bed, arms crossed as his eyes burned into you. "come here." he finally commanded; voice soft as he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up his forearms.

you did as told, walking step by step until your bodies nearly collided. "fuck, bambola. you don't know what you do to me." he murmured before finally crashing his lips down onto yours in a rough, deliberate kiss.

his hand fisted your hair, holding you tightly as his teeth tugged at your bottom lip. he shifted a bit, sinking down onto his mattress and helping you straddle him with ease.

he pulled away after a moment, watching the way your chest heaved as you attempted to catch your breath before he left a trail of hot, fiery kisses down the side of your neck.

you could feel his cock digging into your skin through his boxers, drawing a soft whine out of you as you started to gently grind down against him.

he groaned against your neck, his hand sliding up your inner thigh until it reached your soaked panties. he pressed his palm firmly against your pussy, making you moan out in surprise and need.

"fuck, you're so wet." he groaned, dipping his hand into your panties and pushing two fingers inside your puffy walls. your eyes squeezed shut as you moaned, forehead leaning against his as you relished in the agonizingly delicious stretch.

"theo..." you gasped, mouth falling open as he buried his fingers to the hilt and immediately pressed his thumb against your swollen clit. "fuck, your roommates are gonna come up and see us." you whimpered, sweating beading on your forehead.

"no, they won't, bella." theo hummed, his voice maddeningly calm compared to your breathy whimpers. he brought his free hand up to your lips, pushing his thumb into your open mouth, effectively keeping you from asking more questions.

you rolled your hips down against him, desperate for more as he continued to slowly drag his thumb over your clit while his fingers rubbed against your walls. "need you to fuck me, please." you begged, coating his thumb in your saliva.

"ask me again." he demanded, voice still calm and collected as your tongue swirled around his thumb. "fuck me, theo. i need you to fuck me." you pleaded, opening your eyes to look right at him as he pulled his fingers out of you.

he flipped your positions, pushing you back against the mattress. his fingers made quick work of your clothes, stripping you completely bare for him. he ran his tongue over his lower lip, mouth going dry as he admired just how fucking gorgeous you were.

his gaze was almost predatory as he admired you before leaning down, kissing his way to your chest and taking a nipple into his mouth. he licked and tugged and teased while you squirmed and whimpered underneath him.

one hand gripped your hip tightly, it was definitely going to leave a fresh bruise on your skin but you didn't care. his other hand went down to quickly rid himself of his pants and boxers before lining himself up with you.

"look at me, bambola." he said roughly, waiting until your eyes were back on his. you nearly gasped when you saw him, the theodore nott in front of you was someone you could hardly recognize.

his usually perfect hair was tussled, his sweat making it stick to his forehead, and his eyes were pools of black and desire. "please." you begged, your voice hoarse with desire.

he kept direct eye contact with you as he finally pushed inside of you, inch by torturous fucking inch. it was sweaty and intimate and you'd never wanted this moment to end.

as he bottomed out, your mouth finally opened in a tortured moan. he lifted two fingers back into your mouth as he started to move slowly. you happily swirled your tongue around his fingers, thankful for the feeling as he started to pull back out.

he pulled out all the way until it was just the tip of his cock still inside before thrusting back inside of you. he thrusted deeper, faster, harder, and you wrapped your legs up around his waist to pull him closer.

after that, you could no longer form any thought that wasn't about how good his cock felt pounding into your desperate, soaked pussy. your tongue swirled around his fingers as you moaned and bucked your hips up to meet his thrusts.

tears streamed down your cheeks as he fucked into you, lips pressing kisses and bites all over your chest while your nails dug into his back. "look at you, bambola. already weeping from how good my cock is fucking your sweet little pussy."

your eyes rolled into the back of your head, the filthy words coming from him practically tipping you over the edge. "fuck, fuck, theo, 'm gonna cum, fuck!" you cried, toes curling as your orgasm crashed into you like a wave.

his controlled, deliberate thrusts quickly grew erratic. he let out a hiss as your nails scraped his skin, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he fucked into you. he pulled out a few moments later, coating your stomach in his cum.

you laid there while he got a rag to quickly clean you up, letting you stay collapsed and boneless against his sheets. theo being theo, he had to at least put your things in a pile before eventually laying beside you.

your eyes were closed, but you could feel his eyes staring at you intently. you finally opened one eye, staring at him as you yawned. "what?" you asked, biting your kiss-swollen lip.

"nothing, nothing it's just... i think this might be the longest i've ever heard you go without talking." he teased, a smirk on his face as his shoulders shook with laughter.

you wanted to be mad, you really did, but it was so impossibly hard to be mad when you heard him laugh. he was always so composed, so stoic. any time you could crack through his persona was a success in your eyes.

"mean!" you laughed, reaching up to smack his chest. he grabbed your arm before you could hit him and he tugged you in close. he pressed a soft, gentle kiss on the chunk of skin he'd bitten earlier before covering you with a sheet.

"you're mine, bambola, and now that i have you? i'm not letting you go any time soon."

ᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ @ᵐᵘʳᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿ

[alastors-radioshow]

"Of course I made an attempt. Would you not be doing the same, should I vanish into thin air for a couple of months?"

@radicheart

"I'm touched that you made an attempt! But I'm here now, so there's no need to fret anymore!"

He's chuckling a bit. Not an outright laugh, like usual.

@alastors-radioshow

[alastors-radioshow]

I am afraid you've lost your s̶̝̍i̶̮̫̮̖̋̓̏̈́͘g̴̻͓̪̮̣͆̾͛̂ṋ̶̟̙̽̑ȧ̴͓͚͍��̺l̶̯͂̽̚~

Let's begin~

I'm gonna make you wish that I'd stayed g̶̢̦̽o̸̹̅̌ͅǹ̵͚͋̽e̶̢̬̝̾̏͗̕~

Tune on in~!

When I'm d̶̨͑̽̂ỏ̶̱̖͈̌͝n̶̮̜̝̊é̵̡̼...

Your status quo will know its race is run~

Oh, t̶͔͛h̵̭́ì̶̼ṣ̷͝ ̷͇̒w̸̜͗ȋ̶̫l̵̥͛l̵̘̚ ̵̩̕ḇ̶̋e̸̹̊

F̴̡̛̮̲̬̮̦̔̔̂͗͋̽͜Ụ̸̋̎͒̂N̵̡̢͉̿̿̉ͅ~̵̻͕͙͇͗̈́͑̽̓̈ͅ

[blue-slxt]

The Game

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: So this was inspired by crazy, horny ramblings from discord. I just love my man and threesomes are pretty fun (even if they are a monster to actually write lol). All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Na'vi!Reader x Fem!Na'vi!OC

Warnings: Smut, P in V, Threesome, Oral (M and F receiving), Face Riding, Sapphic Kissing/Touching, Creampie

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Neteyam gets caught up in you and your friend's "game".

Everything about this whole situation was just so unusual. Neteyam couldn't believe he found himself in this scenario. It was so unlike him to get caught up. But he had been distracted. It was supposed to be another regular trip through the forest. But something was different tonight. He got careless; he got distracted. He smelled a scent he wasn't familiar with. As many times as he's walked through this forest, he knew it inside and out and he knew that whatever this scent was, it didn't belong here.

He hushed his own breath and lightened his footsteps as he moved closer to the unfamiliar smell. It was floral, but with a hint of some type of fruit that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Peeking through the bushes, he noticed your crouched form next to the river. Your back was turned towards him and it seemed you hadn't noticed him approaching you.

He almost called out to you, but when he saw your face, his voice was lost to him. To say he thought you were beautiful was an understatement. Your features were soft and round, but there was a hardened edge to your expression. Clearly a gentle and nurturing soul, but a heart made of steel and no fear.

That's where he fucked up. He got so lost in his musings about you that he let his guard down and didn't notice the second presence coming up behind him until a strong hand grabbed ahold of his kuru and a cool blade was pressed against his throat.

"Move slowly..." the second voice speaks lowly to him.

She stands to her feet and brings Neteyam with her and moves both of them through the bushes into the clearing. "Who did you find this time, Ìze?" you say brushing your braids out of your face.

With a sly grin, she walks him closer to you, "We got a big catch this time. None other than the prince of the Omatikaya himself."

"What is this?" Neteyam asks, trying to piece together the unfolding situation.

"Why don't you tell us? You were the one watching me, weren't you?" you say walking up to him and trailing your fingers over his broad chest.

His ears pin themselves to his head feeling embarrassed at being caught and called out. "Fine. So what do you want?"

Ìze chuckles behind him, "Same thing that you want, pretty boy." Her hand on his kuru eases its grip and starts to lightly stroke the base making Neteyam's breath grow heavy.

"It's okay, Nete~..." you say his name with a sweet tease. "We just want to play with you a little bit..."

"How do you know my name?" he asks, trying to not let the quiver in his voice show.

"Oh, you are famous even among other clans, Mr. future olo'eyktan." Ìze answers finally lowering her knife from his throat. And yet, Neteyam still makes no attempt to escape.

"I've been dying to find out if the Omatikaya prince tastes as good as he looks", you continue letting your fingers dance along the waist of his tewng.

Ìze slowly circles around to his front letting his kuru slide sensually through her hand before letting it fall. Now that Neteyam could clearly see her face, he could see that she was beautiful too, but in an entirely different way. Where your beauty radiated nurturing warmth and hidden power, Ìze was beautiful in an intimidating way. She was clearly the hunter type and everything from her posture to her voice commanded respect.

"So take your pick, Nete~" Ìze teases the nickname.

Neteyam tries desperately to quickly rework his malfunctioning brain to come up with some kind of a response. But any words that come to mind, die in his throat before they ever make it to his lips. His eyes just flicker back and forth between the two of you trying to make sense of at least some part of this.

"What's the matter?" you ask, stepping closer and running your hand along his perfectly chiseled jaw. "Yerik got your tongue?"

Neteyam's not sure why he did what he did next. Maybe it was how sweet you smelled or the shiver he felt all the way down to his tail when you touched him. Regardless of why, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you in close against him.

Your eyes go wide with excitement and a devilish grin plasters itself on your face. Ìze's expression mimics your own at the unfolding situation in front of you both. You're not quite done having your fun yet, though. You lift up on your toes and press light kisses to his cheeks, his nose, the corners of his mouth, his chin, everywhere except where he really wants you. When his patience runs thin, Neteyam uses two fingers to hold your chin and keep you in place so that he can properly place a firm kiss on your lips. 

His lips are in perfect sync moving against yours, but before you can fully comprehend anything, his tongue is swiping at your lower lip begging to be let in. You eagerly grant him entrance just as you feel another set of hands wrap around you and cup your breasts. Neteyam’s tongue dances with yours where he clearly sets the tone and takes the lead and you’re more than happy to submit to him. You sigh into the kiss feeling Ìze give your earlobe a playful nip. You finally pull back from the kiss leaving a thin string of saliva connecting your lips together. 

“My turn” Ìze says still groping at your body that was thoroughly trapped between the two of them. 

She leans in over your shoulder pressing her lips to Neteyam’s and the kiss is a fierce battle of wills between the two of them. Their tongues fight for dominance as you let your hands trail lower down his toned body and you feel the outline of his dick through his tewng. Feeling how big and stiff he is right now has your breath growing heavy with anticipation. Your eagerness clearly overtakes you when your fingers get busy untying his loincloth. 

When they finally break their kiss, both of their chests are heaving for air. Neteyam locks eyes with you and his blown pupils and half lidded eyes match your own. He lets you continue on your mission to rid him of the offensive cloth until it falls while he licks and nips at your neck. He breathes in deep, heady breaths of your intoxicating scent and you make no attempt to stop him from scenting you. Ìze says in your ear, “looks like the prince has taken a liking to you” with a giggle in her voice. 

“It would seem so. I’ll take the first round and then we’ll switch?” you suggest with a slight moan escaping when his tongue glides just below your ear. 

“Sounds good to me.”

Neteyam is so lost in leaving little marks on your otherwise perfect skin that he doesn’t even hear the two of you scheming. It’s not until you push him away by his chest that he finally breaks out of his trance. Neteyam focuses on the two pairs of eyes trained on him. More specifically, on his thick cock standing tall and proud in front of him. 

“Lay down” Ìze instructs. 

His ears twitch back and forth signaling that he heard her, but his tail sways in hesitation. 

“Relax, your highness. Let us take care of everything.” you say tail practically thrashing behind you with excitement.

Neteyam feels like he’s having an out of body experience, watching himself follow your instructions as he lays down on the soft, glowy moss.

He watches on in curiosity and amazement when you and Ìze strip off your own tewngs in front of him leaving the three of you bare together. You approach him from the bottom while Ìze walks around to the top of Neteyam’s head. Getting down on your hands and knees, you crawl over to him and settle yourself between his thighs that twitch and jump under the gentle caress of your fingertips. It feels like you could start drooling when you finally hold him in your hand. He’s so thick and heavy in your grasp, your fingers can just barely fit all the way around. 

Dragging the flat of your tongue up his length, you can see Neteyam’s abs tremble with the shuddering breath he releases. Your tongue travels up his whole length and then you take his tip into your mouth. Beads of tangy precum coat your tongue and you hum around him in satisfaction at the flavor. 

The beads in his braids clink together as Neteyam’s head falls back to the ground. When he looks up, Ìze is crouched over him grinning like a devil at him. 

“Ah ah ah, eyes forward, pretty boy.” She says, grabbing his face and pointing his eyes back at you. You hold searing eye contact with him while you slide him all the way into your mouth, making small gagging sounds when he brushes the back of your tongue. 

“She’s doing such a good job for you, isn’t she? Doesn’t she just look so gorgeous swallowing your cock?” 

If your lips weren’t currently occupied, they would be tugging into a smirk watching the prince’s composure crumble. Ìze always loved taking the lead in these situations. Meanwhile, you were more of a pleaser. Nothing compared to the rush you felt when you would watch a strong warrior or proficient hunter melt under you. 

Neteyam finally can’t hold your gaze any more when you shoot a wink his way. It’s more than he can handle. His eyes squeeze close while you continue to bob your head up and down on his length. Ìze takes the opportunity to turn his face back to her and capture his lips in another heated kiss. 

Neteyam moans into her mouth when you hollow out your cheeks and he swallows the small chuckles she lets out. 

When you and Ìze lock eyes, a silent understanding is shared between you. You pull off of Neteyam with an audible ‘pop’ and Ìze pulls back from their kiss and Neteyam is left with his head still spinning figuring out what’s happening. 

“Time to see if the prince lives up to his reputation. What do you think?” Ìze teases.

“Oh, I’m sure that he won’t disappoint us” you muse, stalking closer to him and stealing a quick kiss. His lips try to chase after you when you pull away. He watches you intensely when you straddle his hips and hover right above when he really wants you to be. His hips buck beneath you trying to chase your heat. Every time he comes close, you lift your hips a little higher, keeping him from fully getting what he wants out of you just yet. He lets out a low growl of frustration, but it only amuses the two of you. 

“Now, now, don’t be such a tease. I think we’ve made him wait long enough, don’t you?”, Ìze purrs walking behind you and placing her hands on your hips.You let her help guide you to finally sit down on Neteyam’s stiff cock. The stretch is even better than you imagined. 

“Mmf!”

Every curve and ridge seems to fit perfectly inside of you. Neteyam can’t help but watch you sit down on it and watching the way his jaw falls to his chest is the exact sight that you love to see every time. 

You move your hips up and down at a steady pace, coaxing small groans of pleasure from the man under you. Ìze takes her hands off you and makes her way to Neteyam’s face.

“Don’t forget about me just yet, prince.”

She uses two fingers on Neteyam’s forehead to gently push his head down for her to straddle his face. Neteyam wastes no time having his fill of her. 

“Ahh…”

Both of you roll your hips in perfect time with each other on top of him. Your walls clench and hug around his thick cock while Ìze covers his face in her slick that he’s steadily lapping at. 

“Ahn~! Nete!” you cry out when his hips snap up to meet yours. One of his hands holds on to your hip for more leverage to rut up into you. His other hand holds Ìze in place for his tongue to reach all the right spots. 

“Haah…ah, right there!” she croons. 

“Ìze…” you breathe out, reaching your hand towards her. A smirk crosses her lips already knowing what you wanted. She leans forward towards you and uses her fingers under your chin to tilt your face up to hers and press her lips to yours. Her tongue invades your mouth, muffling the sweet moans you make from every buck of Neteyam’s hips. 

The night air is filled with the various sounds of wet skin slapping against skin and muffled sounds of pleasure from all three of you. 

Your head is swirling with all the stimulation that almost borders on being too much. The smell of arousal thick in your noose, Neteyam’s tip knocking against your cervix, and Ìze playfully licking into your mouth has you quickly approaching your peak. 

You finally break the kiss to catch your breath and notice Ìze’s glazed over eyes. It’s a look you’re all too familiar with from having done this so many times. It’s the look she gets when she’s close. She pants against your lips; the two of you practically sharing the breath. Below her, Neteyam attaches his lips around her clit and sucks on it lightly sending shock waves through her body. Her normally hardened, confident expression has melted away into something needy and wanting. Thankfully, you knew exactly what she needed. 

Your hand reaches around the back of her head and grabs ahold of her kuru. Gently stroking the base of it, you lightly purr to her “let go for us, Ìze”. 

As if you had directly spoken to oher core, her hips twitch and her thighs shake with her release that coats Neteyam’s face and runs down the sides of his mouth. Her pussy desperately clenches around nothing as she continues to ride out her high until she can come down.

Watching her like this always riled you up more. Made you go harder, faster, deeper. It was beautiful to watch every time. She was beautiful. 

Her body relaxes and she drops her full weight down. Neteyam lightly taps her thigh to signal to her that he finally needs to come up for a breath and she climbs off of his face. 

“Have fun~” she says with a slightly tired lilt to her voice, leaving the two of you to finish. 

In one fluid motion, Neteyam sits up and lays you on your back on the ground. He throws your legs over his shoulders and ruts into you with more force than before. Lightning flashes through your body. Without even realizing it, your tail coils around his bicep in a subconscious attempt to help keep your mind grounded. 

“Ah! Mm! Haah…Nete!” 

“Cum for me, tanhì” he quietly commands you, knowing that he’s probably just as close as you are. 

Your toes curl and your nails dig into his skin when your release rips through you.Your walls vice grip around him and Neteyam can’t hold back anymore. His hips stutter and lose their previously steady pace as thick ropes of white spill into you making warmth spread in your lower belly. 

His lips crash into yours, still fresh with the taste of Ìze on them. It’s disorienting and addicting in the way it seems to drag out your high and make you see stars. When he breaks the kiss, you’re both trying to catch your breath. 

“So?” Ìze inquires from somewhere behind you.

A smile spreads on your lips and you simply respond, “I told you he wouldn’t disappoint us”.

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Hello! Hope it's okay if I send a suggestion for the drabble game 🥰 How about 71 "I've got you" for the brothers? No rush of course! 💖

For @silenzahra

It goes without saying the Mario Brothers have a twin bond.

A twin bond that’s always kept them connected, even when they were babies.

We all know the story of how that twin bond helped Mario save Luigi with the help of a herd of friendly Yoshis.

But here’s what most don’t know: it’s also helped them when one of them is unable to voice what’s wrong with them.

Take for example when Luigi was getting bullied in middle school.

It took Mario a while to realize what was happening, but as soon as he realized the dread and fear he’d been feeling the past few weeks wasn’t his own, he didn’t hesitate.

The moment they got home, he confronted Luigi about it in their bedroom.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” is all Mario had the chance to say, before Luigi burst into tears and confessed everything.

Another is when Mario slid on the mud during soccer practice and twisted his ankle, and instead of getting it looked at, tried to walk it off.

Only Luigi knew the truth, because the sharp shooting pain in his own ankle wouldn’t leave him alone.

So when they made it home, Luigi pulled him into the bathroom and got to work icing Mario’s ankle.

“Don’t do that again.” Luigi ordered, and Mario knew better than to argue.

“I won’t.”

This was the norm for them growing up in Brooklyn, and no matter how intrusive it may seem at times, neither of them would give it up for anything.

So really, in the aftermath of the Brooklyn Battle, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise how quickly they picked up on how not fine either of them were.

Here they are now, trying to hide it from each other in their parents’ apartment in a rare moment when they have it to themselves, when it just comes right out.

“Why won’t you talk to me?”

“You’re not okay!”

The realization they’ve both spoken at the same time startles them, to where they don’t speak again, instead laugh awkwardly before going to their room to sit on their beds.

“We suck at this, don’t we?” Mario asks first, to which Luigi nods.

“Yeah, we do.” Then he says, “It’s weird, not knowing how you feel already.”

“You don’t?” Mario asks, surprised.

“No...” Luigi says slowly. “Why, do you?”

It’s a simple question, but it’s enough to completely throw Mario off by surprise.

“Lu, I feel everything.” Mario emphasizes. “I was so sure at least some of it had to be coming from you, but if you’re not feeling anything…”

This only serves to confuse them even more, until Mario muses out loud, “Even though you’re usually the one that feels everything, and I’m the one that’s constantly pushing everything away.”

“Everything?” Luigi repeats, then comes closer. “Show me.”

“What? No.” Mario shakes his head, but Luigi won’t let it go.

“Mario, come on. Show me. If you’re right, I need to see.”

Mario rolls his eyes, but proceeds to pull off his shirt, revealing the ugly bruises on his back from where he got tossed around.

“Mario.” Luigi gasps in horror.

“You weren’t supposed to see it.” Mario mutters, wincing when Luigi flicks him on the forehead.

“So what, you were just gonna let me think you were fine when you weren’t?” Luigi demands. “Did you think I would forget about our twin thing?”

“No.” Mario growls.

“Then why?”

“Because I forgot about it, okay?” Mario blurts out, stunning Luigi. “I was so caught up in exploring a kingdom full of mushrooms, going on some great adventure with a princess, I forgot I had a way to track you down the whole time, and never thought to use it, not even once.”

“Mario…” Luigi tries to reach out, but Mario won’t let him.

“Don’t. Please.” Mario begs. “We’ve had it our whole lives, always using it to suss out when we’re hiding something, and the one time it could’ve saved you, I forgot.”

Mario yanks his short back on, wincing. “But you didn’t forget, did you?” he says knowingly, no accusation in his voice.

Luigi wants to deny it, but he can’t, so he shakes his head. “No.”

“Of course not. You were alone and scared, while Bowser was doing God knows what to you, waiting for me to remember all I had to do was lean on our twin bond and you would’ve been saved sooner. But I didn’t. Instead it was a miracle I saved you at all. One wrong move…”

Here, Mario stops and clamps a hand over his mouth, trying to stop himself from screaming as he cries.

Luigi, for his part, just sits there and lets Mario cry on his shoulder, rubbing his back.

Then he says, “I knew about what happened on the rainbow road.”

The blunt statement is enough to get Mario to stop crying long enough to look at him. “Huh?”

“The night before the wedding. One of Bowser’s minions told us that Bowser would be getting married, and that we’d all be ritualistically sacrificed.”

“What?” Now Mario’s guilt has turned into anger, but that’s not what Luigi needs just yet.

“The monkey king guy filled us in on what happened. He said you were driving on a road made out of a rainbow, and one of those turtles with a blue shell came after you, and blew up the road. And when you hit the water, you got swallowed by a giant eel.”

“Aw, Lu…” Mario says guilty, but Luigi shakes his head.

“No. That’s not why I’m bringing it up. I’m bringing it up because I knew it wasn’t true.”

Mario’s eyes widen. “You did?”

“Uh huh.” Luigi confirms. “You said I didn’t forget about our twin bond, and you’re right. And it’s because I didn’t forget that I knew you weren’t dead, and that you would save me, one way or another.”

Now Luigi puts both hands on Mario’s face. “So why would you think for one second I’d care how you saved me?”

“But–”

“No buts.” Luigi says firmly. “We got pulled into a world we’d never known existed. And we were navigating it alone, for the first time in our lives. Honestly, if it were me, I couldn’t say if I’d forget either.”

Luigi pats Mario’s face in a light slap, then says, “So can we stop the pity party now?”

Now Mario’s the stunned one, then suddenly, he’s back to bursting into tears, grabbing Luigi tightly as he cries into Luigi’s chest.

“It’s okay, big brother.” Luigi whispers, stroking his hair. “I’ve got you.”

[utilitycaster]

Fighter Breakdown Tracker, episode 3x78

Welcome to what was originally an opportunity to talk about the myriad wizards (not Myriad wizards, a separate concept) of Campaign 2 that occasionally gets co-opted into other things when the thought arises. Anyway, obviously the main event was the Barbarian Breakdown and, relatedly, the Party Breakdown, due to their Communication Breakdown, giving Allura Vysoren specifically her 19th Nervous Breakdown, but I've already talked a lot about Ashton. How are the fighters doing?

As a reminder: characters are included on the basis of 1. are they a fighter, 2. are they remotely relevant to this campaign, and 3. do I have something funny to say about them. I cannot stress enough how important item 3 is in the decision process; do not make requests, my muse speaks to me and that is how the characters (and, to be honest, classes) are chosen.

Cassandra de Rolo: Yes! According to the Tal'Dorei Campaign Setting (not reborn) she's multiclassed into fighter! Anyway that plan to go to the ziggurat went well, huh? totally normal and great. I like to think that due to her rogue levels she saw Fearne march down the ziggurat steps and just peaced out and has been chilling in Pike's little cabin ever since. 4/10: normal "is the world ending" concerns but otherwise she's having maybe the best day anyone on the Whitestone War Council can.

Jarett Howarth: he's specifically avoiding Bells Hells because motherfuckers keep teleporting from Marquet and not bringing any fusaka. This, plus normal "putting the Pale Guard on a war footing and also there's a really mad goat lady in the garden" bumps him up to a 6/10.

Orym: my serious thoughts about the space made for Chetney, FCG, and Imogen to step up aside I honestly think the semi-joking narrative of Orym going off in a huff and working out his feelings quite literally via the power of elaborate bodyweight calisthenics of the sort that grant you 20 Dex and 10 Str would be good for him. Allow yourself a little pettiness, Orym; it's good for the soul. 5/10 because I don't fucking know; we'll see next game.

Ariks Eshteross: I hope he's at peace and buried next to his love as requested; I still haven't gotten around to making those cookies actually and frankly I've had much more of an eye on the gunpowder tea shortbread. 0/10; I like to think he has found true rest.

Bertrand Bell: These motherfuckers have not visited the grave of their namesake at ALL. Traipsing around the Raven Queen's temple - literally everyone but Laudna and FCG has wandered over to that corner of the city - and NO ONE has taken a moment to pause and reflect. He died as he lived: everyone kind of setting him aside for more important matters except for followers of the Raven Queen. 8/10 because hopefully he was entertained by the raven show that got put on but also, come on man you couldn't stop by at all?

FRIDA: I have to imagine things in Vasselheim are wild and it's going to be missing FCG hours, but at least they're in great company! 5/10; they're a pretty even-keeled robot all things considered but the situation is pretty tense.

Otohan Thull: My sole regret about how great this episode is and the fact that we're dropping into the Fey Realm for a bit to have some much-needed time to regroup is that we are likely delaying their richly deserved demise. Anyway everyone's beloathed Palpatine knockoff is unfortunately super unflappable; another reason why they are boring as shit and why I very much want Bells Hells to make the bridge a little bit bloodier on the way up. 3/10.

Percival Friedrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III: Here's the thing. All things considered, his personal position is stressful, but not terrible. The ziggurat did not blow up; Gwen appears to either have not told him about her Delilah incident or did so in such a way that he didn't realize what was going on; he doesn't seem to have noticed the break-in into his parents' bedroom yet; Allura was reassuring re: Whitestone likely being safe (although...it's on a ley nexus so watch out!); and he got to deliver the line "ever since I met you, I knew you were destined for stupidity" which is actually how he specifically blows off steam. On the other hand, every single window in the castle has been destroyed, Allura had to leave, and I just checked and confirmed that Pike does not have the mending cantrip. Maybe one of the local clerics does? Maybe one of his kids does? Maybe Vilya or Ebenold does? Maybe Grog's in town and can be convinced that the role of the Grand Poobah etc etc is fixing windows? 6/10.

[alastors-radioshow]

"The fact that you believe that I am bothered by what you possess is quite hilarious~ At least what I have is real. Not some delusion I pretend to be content with~"

@hannah-the-small

"Sure bayou breath, keep telling yourself that. I have everything I could want, and I'm still getting more~"

@alastors-radioshow

[alastors-radioshow]

@siempreminta has made a deal with The Radio Demon

"I would advise you to make it quick, dear. I have a prior arrangement with my mate to attend~"

[theodosiani]

LET'S GET REACQUAINTED ! hey rpc ! lets be honest, datv brought us all back in one way or another either you're a veteran or new, i'm sure there is stuff that has changed or we don't know each other so let's have a game about it to reintroduce each other ! repost this to do the same & tag some pals if you want !

Name / Penname: Sawyer for veterans, did you go by something previously ? if so what was it if you're comfortable sharing that name &/or penname: Used to be known as Sarah, don't mind if folks know but Don't Call Me That. age & gender( if comfortable sharing ): Nonbinary, 29 what was your first dragon age muse: I will be so forreal I don't remember if Averill or Varania's blog came first but I thiiiink it was one of the two of them? do you have any other darp muses / blogs: I run @orxna and I used to write on @rattrunner and @birdfacedelf, and several other muses that I've since moved over to my multi here. what muses / blogs do you have outside of darp: None right now thedas has two moons: true | false - Two moon truther I don't care what any of the newer media says

single line, para, or novella: Honestly, I'm pretty open for anything. I am a person who may spit out a multi para at you out of nowhere and if we haven't agreed to a length beforehand do not feel pressured to match my legnth. I just can't shut up about my muses sometimes. plotting or winging it: I like to plot a lot, I think it's fun to talk about how our muses interact and I think it can give more depth and nuance to any future spontaneous interactions. That being said, I also like just stuff out of the blue it's fun and brings in variety. fighting threads, you bold enough for them?: Depends entirely on the muse but yeah, I do like them. I do like to have some idea of how they're mostly going to go, and I'm ALWAYS happy to have a muse lose if yours is understandably more powerful. I actually think it's quite fun to find creative ways to throw my muses at brick walls so to speak. The desperation builds character. what content warnings are on your blog?: There's a lot of body horror potential from Several muses, I've got blood mages and demons and eldritch abominations so it's not something I shy away from. I do also have some level of child abuse in several of my muses' histories along with themes of slavery and finding personhood after. what things do you need tagged for your comfort?: Just general epilepsy related tags. Flashing gifs, epilepsy warning, etc.

shipping preferences: single | multi | no ship | polyshipshipping boundaries: For the most part, as long as a person shows pretty basic respect of not autoshipping, and actually checking in with me? I'm real open for shipping. I love smashing our barbie dolls together, I like to be able to talk with folks about the ships so like communication is key and all that but I'm not particularly finicky, I guess? I also love all varieties of ships be they romantic or platonic. favorite ships in dragon age: I love HoF/Sten, any HoF I simply don't care it's just a good ship whether it's queer platonic or romantic, I am a VarricHawke truther. I did not like Solavellan when the game first came out but because of all the wonderful rpers in darp I'm pretty feral for it now lol. favorite ships from the rpc( tag your friends ships ! ): My fucking KINGDOM for Solas(@theharellan) and Ian(@theshirallen). I have shipped that shit for almost my entire time in Darp which is buckwild. I love Inara(@valorcorrupt) and Alistair, Merc has given me so much emotional damage over on Orxna about it.

fun facts about yourself that may have changed since in the past ten years( when inquisition dropped )--

This is so hard, lol. Well, I don't live in the south anymore and am, in fact, like an hour from canada now. I also work on a whole ass Farm now, it's pretty great.

be honest, did you miss darp. come on now--

Yeah, I really got my legs writing in darp I think it very much helped shape who I am as a writer. Definitely helped me fine tune what kinds of characters and tropes I enjoy and work on my collaboration with cowriters just as passionate about this series as I am.

challenge round ! put a small top five things unrelated to dragon age !

I have Too Many birds. Three geese, one gander, twenty-six hens, and one rooster.

I also have too many dogs. I have four Hungarian puli and two Scottish deerhound.

I'm working towards getting my vet etch certification in the next few years.

I currently work at a brick fire oven pizza place making pizza and I'm really good at stretching dough HOWEVER I cannot toss dough. I don't have the pizza rizz necessary but I make a really good sausage mushroom alfredo pizza.

Snow was put upon this earth to specifically inconvenience me every morning when I must do bird chores.

tagging: I am really bad at tagging because I have a horrible time keeping track of people who've already answered so just steal if you wanna

[hplrules]

Enter the Griffin, Part 2

This is the conclusion of the forming of an adventuring group for Phandelver and Beyond: The Shattered Obelisk. If you're new to this tale, start at Enter the Griffin.

Nyx deftly lifts the monk sash from his belt while he drinks, then holds it waiting as he quickly notices, alarmed that she got past his keen alertness.

Nyx chuckles as she returns the sash to Zen, gaining Van's attention. As he laughs, knowing this game and being thankful enough that she's found a new victim, she turns briefly to give him a sly laugh. While her facing is turned away from Zen and they're all distracted, she whispers the verbal somantics for her Trickster cantrip, "Reconditus Artificium". She turns back to the monk and unties his pack with the invisible force while he replaces the symbol of his order's martial ranking, amazed that this rogue was able to get it from him. She'd already studied the knot, and the cantrip works in her mind with the feel that her own hands would offer, so that part is simple enough for her expert skill. But she senses that his awareness is higher this time, and feels that she'll fail this round, so she cheats. Casting the Silvery Barbs spell as a reaction in this contest, she lowers his focus and enhances hers, and that makes the difference.

By the time his attention returns, she's holding the first thing she found in his open bag, a flute. "I have some trouble with personal property laws, so you know. You're quite the wary challenge, no easy mark. This "fell" from your pack, which is still open," she reports with a sardonic show of concern.

Nyx allows Zen enough peace to replace his flute, turning away with a salute to her new best victim. The arcane touch slaps his pack forward before her cantrip fades. Zen realizes that it wouldn't matter how many steps away he was, and that there's no way to control it, one strange wonder after another.

"I'm off now to the Sun Soul Temple to give notice to Master Hill," Zen reports to the group.

Nyx pauses, then turns back grinning. "Hill, of Hill Securities?" she asks, referencing the lockbox and custom cabinetry business that temple produces. "Give him my regards. This is going to play well!" Now she's thrilled to be working with a crafter of security devices, and looking forward to teaming with him on their dungeon delves.

Van Lar removes his cloak and tosses it to Zen Cobain, slings his bow in a very rare break of his style, which causes Nyx to stare with curiosity. She's never seen him uncloaked, and seldom without his weapon in hand, so she wonders as to the meaning. He seems oddly comfortable with both of these new fellows.

The half-elf explains, "Take my cloak, Zen. It should hide you on your travels, and don't worry about drawing my enemies. They all sleep in the day."

Zen answers quietly, "My deep thanks, brother Vanaer. I shall return presently," and he salutes before departing.

Mohag turns to Nyx and speaks through and with his meal. Nyx takes this social affront with her perpetual gnome humor, delighted to have found such a natural oaf. Were it not for his deadly temper, she muses, he could be a court fool. "So I've got a friend with a small job escorting a supply cart down to Phandalin. Doesn't pay but ten gold crowns each, like as why it's listed all week without any takers, but work's work and it'll get us out 'o here."

Nyx returns, "I've heard of that sleepy little town, not much traffic. I'm for it. Maybe after that we could go on to Tri-boar or push south to Waterdeep. I've always wanted to explore Undermountain and Skullport, and the way you and Zen fight, I'd say that we stand a chance there."

Mohag blushes with the compliment and nervously finishes eating, recalling the rumors he's heard of those dangerous places.

The odd sound of a coin spinning and catching in a glove is heard from the stairway, but no boards creak as the coin flip grows louder. Pendor Caldair appears and joins the company, grinning with mischief as he calls out to them. "Greetings and good morn, Finder and fellows. I'm able to manage a proper farewell after all, if I'm not out of your heart already."

Nyx quips, "That implies that you were ever in it, Pockets. Mohag, this dapper lad is my former mentor, Pendor, and he's here to rob us blind on his way out of town."

Pendor counters, "Come now, I'm a legitimate woodsman now, or will be soon enough, so your purses are safe today. I'm reformed!" he finishes with a funny pained look.

Nyx chortles, "If only I could believe it, that you could grow so boring." It's clear that these two have seen few dull moments, and neither of them wants those to end.

Mohag brings over a barrel to sit near the fire as Nyx continues with Pendor.

The halfling thief flips his coin to Nyx, who catches it without looking, their old game, and he draws the crossbow from over his back.

"That your new bow, then? It looks to be an antique," Nyx remarks, holding back her covet of a new magic item.

Pendor quietly brags, "Aye, it's a reloader with a hidden quarrel."

Nyx smartly returns, "Hidden, as in one of your dimensional pockets? Most convenient, but I was rather hoping that you'd pass that old jacket to me."

The master rogue deflects, "Oh, sorry dearest, but my love has a few limits, even for you."

Pendor lowers his bow and moves up to show it off in the light of Mohag's candle, which is lighting his bloodstained pipe. Nyx stiffens as her rogue master passes, her hand covering her tool pouch and hidden dagger. She isn't going to be taken easily in their last competition. Van, great with ale now after a night of feasting, toasts his friend's fine enchanted bow, happy to make this cheerful farewell with him.

Van offers, "You'll find my woodsmaster, Xuban Dagonet, in and around Sharandar, and he'll have you well into pathfinding by the end of the season. Say, that's a right fine cap!"

Pendor laughs and replies, "Haaa, always dress for the job ye desire! Me thanks for the referral. It's almost uncomfortable changing me ways after so much success, but life is a river."

Van returns, "Oh, I like that one lots. Mind if I use it to order the next ale?"

Pendor consents, "I'll give ye the rights for a copper each, just pay the royalties to Nyx!"

Nyx drops her guard as Pendor hands her his reloading crossbow. She smoothly flips him her coin and moves her tea cup to accept the weapon with her left, and is instantly impressed by the bow's lightness. There's something more to it, an energy that she's heard of in her studies of enchanted weapons, but never experienced until now. Her impulsive free spirit is encouraged to wild action, to express her will without control or regard of anything but the desire to shoot that damn elk trophy in the throat! She spins suddenly to her left and lets fly a bolt right over Mohag, who impressively ducks in time to avoid getting his head punched.

Pendor keeps his eyes high in this ruse and gets Nyx's dagger, which he knows is in a cross-draw sheath behind her, his part in their game won. Nyx watches the bow reload itself with great approval.

Nyx is torn between the elation of this unusual bow, which she would kill to keep, and the loyalty she has for her mentor. She must be rid of the thing now or she won't be able to at all. "This is a Chaos Bow, infused with an entropy enchantment! Take it back, and thanks for the tease you rascal!"

Pendor chuckles, "I knew that ye'd love it, Finder. Forgive me cruelty. I'm certain that ye'll be making these er better b'fore too long, but yer Angling Bow be far better suited to a non-climber such as yerself, and it's me final blessin' to yer career.

Pendor steps back to sling his bow, knowing that his hunting knife is still on his person, and he presents Nyx's pilfered blade, expecting to win this last match. Nyx's whisper of Reconditus Artificium goes unheard under the sound of his bow's strap sliding. It doesn't overly surprise him to see her win in hand, even as she was too far to get it.

Mohag laughs, "She witched it from him, sure as the points on her ears!"

Nyx admits it, "Aye, and it counts in this game. So we're tied again, you scoundrel." The trickster floats her mentor's knife back to its sheath and retakes hers that way.

Pendor flashes a big smile, hiding his embarrassment, "Ye make me proud, darlin', even as ye cheat the game, maybe more so for it. You fine lads keep 'er safe an' sound fer me. Until next..." The master thief winks to his former apprentice and departs without looking back.

An old rat scurries out of its hiding as soon as Pendor leaves, goes straight to Nyx and climbs up to her hand. She greets it with squeaks and twitching expressions, and they talk like this for a moment before turning her attention to the dwarf. "A witch, Mohag? I rather like the sound of that over "wizard", has a raw and edgy feel to it.". She returns to her rat chat.

Mohag trades his smoking for drinking, realizing he somehow encouraged her magic use. He stares at her critter talk with wonder.

Van watches his new friend's take on her gnomish talent with animals, and quietly remarks, "She's like that with most every beast her size, knows all the cats, dogs, and rats in town. Feeds 'em too, why we're so poor."

Return of the Griffin, the Sun Soul Monastery, Zen arrives back at his training temple on the north side of Neverwinter's coastline to give his leave and collect his trade tools. He goes to consult with Master Hill.

The Sun Soul Monastery is alive to its early business, many of the monks out fishing for the temple's breakfast or in the mountains drawing fresh water. The monk is greeted only by the celestial goat that guards the marketplace. He bows to the sentinel as it recognizes him and snorts, and hurries past before its ire is raised. It's only spoken to him once because he isn't on the Sun Soul path that fights with radiant energy. His less spiritual Way of the Fist insults the mystical being, who gives ceremonial flights to monks of his favored style in celebration of their advancements and greater achievements. It's the only one here who won't miss him, but it allows him to pass without feeling its terrible horns.

He ascends the great stairs past the harbor warehouse and goes on to the pagodas, where he knows the Sun Soul masters are teaching. He crosses the first bridge and vista pagoda, leaping down past the stairs as he has whenever he has the grounds to himself. He reviews his four years here and slows his pulse with satori, containing his sadness of leaving this heavenly sanctuary.

Zen meets Master Hill at his morning meditation in their training pagoda, greets him respectfully, and explains his situation, "The Kraken mob accosted me near the docks, and I fought them off with the help of a new friend, then two others helped us to escape. They have a supply escort job to Phandalin, and I think it wise to leave Neverwinter for a time.

Master Hill considers this a moment before responding, "Your sport has made you some rough enemies, and you might never have peace here again.

They sit in the seiza position, kneeling across the worn plank floor. Hill asks for some details, "Tell my about your friend. Can you rely on him? What are his intentions and goals?"

Zen calmly reports, "He is Mohag, the wandering battle rager we've heard about from the city watch. I think that he helped me as an excuse for another brawl, but he's been fairly pleasant after it resolved. He likes the others who helped us escape across town, and I sense that he is honorable and loyal."

Hill continues, "That sounds well enough, and your escort job is a nice turn of good fortune, an opportunity presented by your good karma. Who are the others you'll travel with?"

Zen quickly responds, alerting his mentor to his mixed feelings about them, "One is a gnome rogue named Nyx Ningle, and her friend is a half-elf ranger and cleric of Selune, named Vanaer Larium. He healed Mohag and lent me this cloak for my safe travel here, a fine fellow indeed. Nyx might be some trouble, is wildly fey-spirited. She stole my sash by hand and then the flute from my pack with magic, right past my watchful attention. I don't know how she could do that.

Master Hill smiles and laughs once, "Ha! Gnomes can cast illusions with ease. Could it have been such a ruse?"

Zen returns the smile, "She returned them to me, so I know it was all real. She was very amused to have bested me, and her laughter rings merrily."

Hill waves a finger across the span between them, "She seems to be one of these Arcane Tricksters that uses an unseen Mage Hand cantrip, which extends their reach out to thirty feet. Miss Ningle has been seen at cards with the master burglar, Pendor Caldair. She may be his apprentice."

Zen looks down a moment before recovering himself, "That's an amazing ability. I'm challenged to keep up, and I'll never play cards with her."

The master nods and holds up a rolled scroll, "Enjoy her games lest they turn hard against you, and take this writ of my teachings. Keep a sharp eye on this group you're joining, and be a good influence to them, then you may return to us later, when it's cooled off here."

Zen bows and takes the lessons, "Thank you, master. I will guide them with our ways."

They walk down to the docks in silence, in deep respect for their last moments together at the monastery. At the final landing, they pause.

The teacher watches a cloud pass over, casting a shadow behind them and giving a starker contrast everywhere, and gives his blessing, "The Sun Soul has been your home for many years, but now you go into the wild world representing our martial style, values, and practices."

The student replies, "I have learned much here: defense, philosophy, and some trade skills. My time here has been a precious gift that I will always hold closely."

Hill returns the sentiment, "As we shall hold your memory closely."

Cobain answers, "May the fates see my return home."

Hill finishes, "May we be blessed again by the sun of your soul."

Zen bows deeply and departs, returning east to his new fellowship at the Woodsman Lodge.

[alastors-radioshow]

"A tad agitated, I would say. My senses are still on high alert. But maybe that is for the best for the time being."

@axcat

"Luckily he only injured my pride." Still, the tip of his tail flicks in agitation. "I'm annoyed, but I'll get over it."

"...and you?"

@alastors-radioshow

[marshmallowprotection]

ive never seen it before but i really like the lesbian rika hc!! is there a reason behind why you hc it or is it just one of those things that feels right?

Mainly, it's just because it feels right to me. In another sense, it's got a lot to do with the fact that I think Rika needed more time to live and experience the world before she stumbled into Jihyun Kim's artwork. She found him not long before she got kicked out. She worked as his muse / model for a short while before that happened, and that's how she ended moving in with him and their relationship snowballed from that point.

When Rika talks at length about Jihyun Kim, she doesn't speak like she's in love with him as a person, she speaks to the effect of wanting to BECOME him. Rika has never wanted to be herself. She, as herself, has never been good enough for the world in her eyes. She was never wanted as a baby as far she knows. She was never truly wanted with her adopted family because she wasn't "angelic" enough.

There was a single moment in her life when she found the agency to have control, and that's when she acted like the devil to keep Sally at her side and confronted the entire church for their bigotry. That's one of the major reasons why Rika bounces back and forth between that angel and devil iconography in the series. She only felt like she had a sense of autonomy when she was the devil.

But, Jihyun Kim?

The man with shining eyes who captured the sun in a way that made her feel alive?

He doesn't have to be the devil to feel in control. He doesn't have to fight inner demons like she does when it comes to trying to decide who he is as a person at crucial moments of right and wrong. He has a world of freedom and liberty and beauty. She doesn't have that. It becomes the reason why she ultimately obsesses over with him.

The game doesn't exactly do a good job in showing the full scope of this particular narrative, and unless you've got Rika's Diary from the Box and you've played her DLC, you're gonna miss these details. It's damning once you see it, though. Rika wants to become V to escape being herself.

I won't say Rika didn't love Jihyun because she did love him on some level. But, she wasn't in love with him. She was in love with the idea of love, and the idea of becoming Jihyun Kim. She could never become him, though, and that's... that's ultimately one of the things that hurt her when she hit rock bottom.

When she killed Mother Choi to defend herself and she stood there, realizing that she couldn't be an angel, she couldn't be the RFA's Rika Kim, and she couldn't become Jihyun Kim to run away from the devil she fears becoming even though being the devil was the damn thing that also helped her feel liberated? She gave up on trying to be what she thought the world wanted and accepted that she could only be a devil.

That led to the creation of Mint Eye as Mika spurned her to lean more and more into her devil. She took Mika's idea and made it her own in stride, going further than what Mika might've done had she lived as Rika lashed out at herself, Saeran, Ray, Jihyun, and the RFA in anger and contempt. She burned her bridges and everyone around her in an instant.

A huge part of her anger at Jihyun isn't just that he "spurned" her devil, it's because she's still angry that she couldn't become him to escape her devil. The obsession between Jihyun and Rika is such a messy topic to talk about from both sides, but just speaking from Rika's angle here since I've talked way more about Jihyun than her over the years, she loved the idea of him more than being with him.

Neither he nor her should've gotten in a relationship because they both needed a lot of help and care for themselves first.

Whenever Rika interacts with the player in the moments when the MC has a chance to bridge the gap and listen to her above everyone else, she lowers her guard in a way I don't see her doing Jihyun. Her relationship with MC in the V Bad Ending certainly isn't a healthy one in the slightest, but there's something worth saying about the way in which Rika says:

"You make me feel like a person, not the Savior, not the muse of Jihyun's obsession, or someone who will be taken advantage of by those around me."

Ever since I played that ending, I've just been unable to read Rika as anything other than a lesbian who never had the space to realize she liked women because of the oppressive environment her religion had on her as a person. She never had the chance to find the language to express her feelings and she latched onto V when she did because it was like... he was her only hope, and she wanted to become him more than she ever loved him.

In a way, Jihyun was her Savior, like God, and even Jihyun himself confesses he tried to act like a God or Savior to her at their lowest moments together in that codependent, toxic relationship.

I think if Rika had more of a chance to explore herself, she would find out that she's queer. She feels more drawn to women then she ever did with men and with time, she'd find the word for herself and feel at home with it. For someone who's felt the sting of religion hurt me on my journey to find my identity, the thought of Rika working hard to unravel her trauma and accept herself is a peaceful arc in my heart.

I just wonder, if I ever sat down with her, would she say she wanted to feel a spark with Jihyun but it was never there? She was obsessed with him because she wanted to be him, to love him, and to be loved in turn, but it always felt strange? She wanted it with him, but in her heart, there was always something there telling her that this wasn't quite how she wanted to experience love?

And maybe that's why being with MC in VBE1 felt so right for Rika, and why was she able to communicate how she felt at ease with her MC? Like, I know there are limitations in Mystic Messenger when it comes down to sapphic routes, and they get as close as they can in many ways, which paved the way for other otome to soar even more in that regard. But, I know the game won't outright say it one way or the other for Rika, even though we've had 1000000% confirmation for Jaehee and I'll fight anyone who says Jaehee's route isn't one of the most romantic ones.

But, yeah, lesbian Rika real in my heart. I know there are some people who headcanon Rika as bi, but I don't get a read on her that feels that way so I've always viewed her as a lesbian who only figures that out for herself when she meets MC and really self-reflects on what she thinks love is, not just as an idea or an obsession, but what it really means to be in love.

I'm surprised you haven't seen the lesbian Rika HC before because most of the people I know in this fandom also view Rika as a lesbian!

I know a few people with MCs shipped with Rika that are the cutest, actually! Off the top of my head, I know @natasha-in-space has an MC for Rika she'd probably love to gush about! I've done some art and writing in the past for folks who have Rika MCs, too. I just love seeing MCs for the entire cast. Rika MCs are rare, but when I see any of them, I'm happy!