#{ But what do I know I am just a Crimson Explorer now }

[voidsentprinces]

I think Leap of Faith needs to be able to be done by anyone and everyone. You might not be able to get the gold statue everytime but you should be able to get the bronze with zero effort and the silver with only a tiny bit of effort. You should be able to at least complete the course in 1/3 of the allotted time giving you an extra 2/3 for mess ups or extra statue gathering. To me, the Kugane Tower Puzzle and the Kugane Sightseeing Logs in general all have two things working against you: 1. The fear of falling and going from point J back to point B and 2. Model and Environmental Collision.

Most of the tediousness of the tower came from not missing jumps but fighting against the roofs and angles which seemed to arbitrarily chose what did and did not constitute an area in which collision took place. It felt ill defined at times. But a minor annoyance really.

I probably wouldn’t of done the Kugane or Lampost Challenge if Sightseeing Logs weren’t connected to them and I don’t feel like I’ll ever do the Moonfire Faire tower challenge just cause there is no joy in it for me. I’ve only played GW2 a little and only did jump puzzles because they provided me a little exp and some map opening incentive.

Like all content, the Jumping Puzzles are there if you want to do them. But the Tower and Lamppost Jump only seem mandatory for Sightseeing Logs which themselves seems optional, so you’re adding in an unnecessary, tedious coupled objectives to an optional piece of content which feels...wrong somehow. So far as I can tell there no Crystarium or Moon Jump puzzle so it seems the Tower was the height of the absurdity and we’ve now return to Sightseeing Logs just being a fun side thing.

Bottom line: the Jumping Puzzles ARE neat. Not sure if the Tower and Lamppost were absolutely needed for Sightseeing Logs though. You’ve climbed this tower and you get...two (one if you’re bad at jumping) sightseeing logs, a title for Stormblood, and like an 10+ minutes of your time lost...for...uhh...reasons.

[lordsukunas]

piggyback rides

synop: you want trueform!sukuna to give you a piggyback ride and he doesn’t know what it is. that’s it.

tags: fluffy fluff fluff, fem!reader (referred as woman once, refers to self as ‘queen’ and ‘wife’ once), ooc sukuna (only bc he’s less of an asshole), possessive behavior (kind of?), mentions of sukuna-typical violence, likely historically inaccurate, not proofread. i couldn’t determine whether or not he was actually wearing a haori or something similar - correct me if i’m wrong n i’ll change it!

notes: basic ass title ik... erm sorry! another post in two days is a miracle so i’m a little proud of myself. half-assed ending lol... anyway, this is just a silly lil drabble!! any interaction is much appreciated, enjoyyyy! :3

“what.”

the first set of crimson eyes dart down to look at you, the other set still tracking the scuttling servants. you’re situated quite snugly in his expansive lap — two thick arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into the warmth of his bare chest. “what the hell is that?”

you nibble the inside of your cheek to suppress a smirk. finally, you know something that sukuna does not! and it only took three years. “it’s where i get on your back and you carry me around. quite simple, truthfully.”

he snorts at the slight condescension in your voice. for something so agitating, you have quite the ego. “mm. and why should i do that for you? you can walk on your own, unless your legs are mysteriously broken all of a sudden.”

“because,” you say with a huff, “it’s fun. don’t you want to bond with your queen?”

anxious eyes of passing maids sneak glances at you, your little huff drawing their attention. sukuna shifts you in his lap, turning you to the side, and the massive sleeve of his robe moves to obscure your form from their undeserving gaze. “we have bonded enough.”

“and it would not hurt to bond some more!” you counter. sukuna’s stubbornness is something you absolutely adore about him, but not right now. “can the mighty king of curses not spare a moment of his day to entertain his wife’s wish?”

he falls silent at this, and you can practically see the gears churning in his big head. he’ll cave. if there’s one thing that’s undeniable about the sorcerer, it’s his curiosity.

“... fine,” he grunts. after scooping you up and setting you down, he stands up and gestures with his hand. “so how do we do it?”

your lips curve up into a smirk. “okay, turn around so that your back is facing me.”

sukuna turns around, folding one pair of arms over his chest.

“then, crouch down a little.”

a beat passes, and then he crouches down, back muscles flexing underneath the dark fabric of his haori.

you step up behind him and slide your arms around his neck. his adam’s apple bobs, and the other arms move to cradle your butt. “if this is an attempt to choke me, it isn’t work.”

he always thinks someone’s out to get him. you roll your eyes. “no. if i wanted to kill you, i likely would’ve attempted forever ago.” you lift your lower half onto the lower part of his back, and your legs wrap around his hips.

another beat passes. “is that it?”

“yep.”

sukuna adjusts you, his hold on you becoming more secure as he rights himself to his full height. the warmth of your breath ghosts across his ear, and he can smell the scented lotion you applied this morning.

why hadn’t he done this before?

“soooooo,” you drawl, and he can hear the smile in your beautiful voice without even having to look. you’re so close — he hears the little inhale before you speak, the nearly imperceptible huff of laughter once you finish. “what are you just standing here for? we gotta walk around, explore the estate! it’s not fun if we’re just stuck in one place.”

“i am not a servant,” he warns, voice gruff, but he starts to move towards the throne room’s exit anyway. anyone unfortunate enough bows, mutters a jumbled greeting to the both of you, and scrambles out of the way.

it’s no secret that sukuna is more... benevolent, when you’re around. but that is a double-edged sword — if someone dares to disturb your peace or inconvenience you in his presence, they’d be facing a swift death, along with their parents for giving birth to such vermin.

“apologies, my spectacular husband.” you lean forward a bit and press a kiss onto his cheek, leaving a faint lipstick stain. “now, please, venture forth.”

he rolls his eyes. “if you command me again, woman, i am going to sprint.”

the teasing lilt quickly disappears from your voice, and your arms tighten around his neck. “n-no, that isn’t necessary.”

sukuna’s pace increases, now a brisk jog instead of a leisure walk, and you can hear the gravel crunching beneath his feet. “oh? is it not?”

“it isn’t!” you squeak. a little embarrassing, yes, but you know how fast sukuna is — you’re positive that if he broke out into a full-speed run, you’d be sick by the end of it.

“let’s find out and see.”

[ladyempty]

"Do you think you can just deny me? No, the answer is no"

° | This is a yandere work and may contain triggering behavior. I'm not in favor of that in real life.| ° | pairing: Yan!Maegor Targaryen, o cruel x Wife! Reader ° | !English is not my first language!|

You were certainly a cursed woman for arousing the almost immediate interest of the cruel king after his bloodthirsty ascension to the throne.

Maegor already had three wives at that time, two wives he liked and one he despised with increasing hatred.

But you were different, it was an overwhelming feeling that caught you off guard in the first contacts.

There was something fascinating to the king in his every little gesture and movement. Her so easily adorable personality and impeccable looks.

So this was love? This flame that burns without being seen? That feeling he despised when bards sang softly on banquettes and celebrations, and now it had taken over his body.

Already convinced of the strength of his feelings, the king did not delay in a proper court, he thought he had already made his obvious interest clear. The king's way of showing interest was something... Peculiar... Certainly constantly chasing you, ordering guards to follow you and always so fixedly analyzing your slightest movement, it wasn't the most gallant way.

In any case, the engagement was not long in consideration, with Maegor coldly threatening you father:

"I will have your hand beheaded or I will have your daughter's hand in marriage" His tone was as cold as the blade of his sword held firmly at his hip.

The wedding was only in Valerian traditions, the king's warm crimson blood mingling with his own and the taste of copper on his lips.

Maegor would never stoop to marrying in the faith of the seven. An action that only caused more chaos and anger from the religious.

The wedding night was certainly not a fairy tale. The king was focused on creating an heir and finally freely exploring his body. His touches were rough, strong and not at all gentle.

You better not consider moontea...

As a husband, Maegor is not the kindest. His displays of affection are not delicate and he does not demonstrate his love through words at all.

But compared to his treatment of other people, he is much softer on you.

He will still punish you if you disobey his numerous and strict rules.

Jealous and possessive are an understatement to describe feelings and behavior. You are His in every aspect of the word. Your body and soul belong to him and him alone. And not even his other wives have the right to take their You attention away from him. Your world should revolve around him the same way his world revolves around you.

Maegor is simply crazy about you, he loves you in a way he's never loved anyone else, even if it was in a distorted way, he doesn't want anyone to get close to you, touch you or even breathe and look in your direction. Anyone who approaches you will regret it bitterly when the blade of your sword pierces the person's neck without mercy.

He admired strength... But you couldn't get hurt, he liked your bravery, but there is no way he will allow you to get hurt. Never.

Maegor will not change your reason if you don't trust him. He will even think you are smart. For a while. After your patience runs out, he will simply demand your complete trust in him.

"I am your lord husband, who is more deserving of your trust than me?"

And things only got worse after Alys's deformed stillbirth...

Tyanna's whispers in her ear about infidelity and the child being nothing more than a bastard only served to increase her paranoia. The mere thought of you cheating on him was enough to make him simply lose his mind.

He imprisoned you in your private chambers, no one was allowed to enter unless authorized by the king. Guards guarded the door to his quarters.

Then, in an act of desperation, Maegor took three wives at once. But all three had deformed stillbirths just like Alys… Tyanna had lied and the king simply didn't know what else to do. He was desperate for the first time in his life.

But like a ray of light... Were you pregnant? For the first time in almost decades... Maegor smiled widely.

[xrcs]

sub gyutaro + dom reader

author’s note – i like deadass forgot about demon slayer until the new ep came out yesterday 🤦🏾‍♂️.. but here i am writing for it

content warnings – talk of insecurities. mirror sex. handjob. uncut gyu. nipple play. self harm. soft porn again. L word used???

Mirrors. Gyutaro despises his reflection, breaking each one he sees. Why? Why did he have to be made like this? Were the gods furious at him? Gyutaro wanted to shatter every bone that protruded from his frame. You always see how he treats himself. It was almost as if he was immune to self-care.

You wish you could understand what was going on in his mind. Watching as he scratched his skin off every time he got mad at himself over little things. Warm crimson blood oozed out of the cuts he made from his continuous scratching.

“Jesus Christ, Gyutaro! Stop that, please,” you wince, his tired yellow eyes glancing at you. Gyutaro’s hand hovers over his wounded neck, chest feeling heavy.

“And why do you care?” he scoffs. Gyutaro turns his back on you and walks into another room. Why is it that he hates himself? You follow his footsteps slowly, trying your best not to anger him. But it’s also infuriating seeing Gyutaro degrade himself and his worth.

You sigh as you notice him breaking down. He’s facing the wall, gripping his hair tightly. It’s saddening. His behavior makes you want to cry for him. Gyutaro’s sniffles and sobs become increasingly louder. You approach him and hug him. Your loving embrace soothes him. His tense shoulders drop while he turns to look at you.

Your lips hover over the shell of his ear, “Gyutaro. I want to understand you. Please, let me know what’s goin’ on,” He doesn’t respond to your concern. You’re just going to have to make him feel better. Your soft and plush hands snake down his torso. Fingertips grazing his bony flesh. Gyutaro’s lips let out a small gasp as he feels himself heating up from the contact.

He was never used to being treated well. Even being protected was a taboo thing to him. Gyutaro loathes everyone except you. You’re different. You’ve never judged him for looking a certain way. That’s why he loves you. You’re kind, loving, caring, and so much more. Gyutaro loses himself in your touch, eyes fluttering shut.

“Get up,” you whisper. Gyutaro follows your request and stands up. You wrap your hand around his wrist and guide him to the vanity mirror. The first emotion that washes over Gyutaro is disgust. His repugnance only grew once he saw how skeletal he was. All of his self-hating thoughts came back again.

You observe his body language. That same sickened expression was on his face. You let your hands explore his body this time. The left teases his pec area while the right goes to other places. Gyutaro’s heart rate increases as you touch him so lewdly. He can feel the tent growing in his sweatpants.

His chest feels light when you touch him.

“Look at yourself. I want you to realize how handsome you are,” you utter. You slowly take off Gyutaro’s sweats, his semi-hard cock springing out. Another small gasp comes from his lips, his member twitching in anticipation. You press light kisses onto his nape, nibbling occasionally.

You rub your palm on his bulbous tip, rolling your wrist. A series of moans slip past Gyutaro’s mouth. Pre-cum starts to leak out from his tip. You stroke his whole length, lubricating his cock with the sticky substance. His eyes close while trying to take in all the pleasure.

You abruptly stop and firmly say, “Look into the mirror. Now,” Gyutaro whimpers as he opens his eyes, watching himself getting pleasured. Your other hand pinches his nipple, rolling it between your thumb and pointer.

“Haah, fuck! W-Why do you want me.. ngh- to look at myself in the m-mirror?” Gyutaro questions, arching his back as your touches become more intense. That question will be answered later when he figures it out. Your hand slowly fondles his cock. With every stroke you give, his foreskin covers his tip. The delicious brush of the skin on his tip makes his head spin.

He can’t help but look away. Does he really deserve the pleasure you’re giving him? As he turns his head to the side, your hand assertively keeps it in place. Your eyes burn into his face while you do so. You flick his dark grey nipple, making him yelp. All this touching is making his mind all muddly.

You stop stroking his dick, leaving your hand in the same position. He starts to buck his hips into your fist. God, this is your favorite sight to see. Him fucking your fist like an animal, chasing his own pleasure. You continue to pinch his nipple, creating a more blissful experience from Gyutaro. Waves of satisfaction ripple through his body.

“Look at you, Gyu. So pretty becoming undone. You’re perfect,” you state, smiling as you watch his eyes roll back into his head. He’s getting close. You move your hand around his cock at a fast pace, forcing him to look at himself.

Tears fall down his face from your compliments. You really think he’s pretty? Perfect? More pretty moans and whimpers come from Gyutaro. The coil in his stomach is about to snap. The roll of your wrist as you stroke his cock makes his mouth water. His eyes feel heavy, eyelashes clumping together from the tears.

“F-fuck! ‘M gonna cum.. cum! Lemme cum, pleasepleaseplease,” Gyutaro moans, voice cracking as drool slips past his lips. You smirk as you feel his body twitch as you play with his nipples.

“You’re so handsome, so perfect for me,” you mutter. Gyutaro feels like he’s going to break. The pleasure keeps on building up and it’s getting stronger by the second. Your praise is just too much!

“I love you, Gyutaro,”

His cock twitches as you mumble those words in his ear. Thick, hot, white ropes spurt out his cock. His eyes roll back as his head falls onto your shoulder. Your left hand comes up to pat his head, soothing him as he comes down from his high. God, what has he done to deserve you? You always make him feel so secure. Even with himself.

You wait patienly for his breathing to slow down. Humming and playing with his hair as you do.

Once he does, he sits up. His head between your thighs.

“You have no flaws, Gyu. Say or do some stupid shit again and you’ll see what happens,” you vocalize, giving him a small kiss. He nods and turns around to look at you.

“I appreciate you. I.. love you too,”

XRCS 2023

[gremlinmodetweeker]

New Recruit

So as it turns out, my big thing is just making a ton of different aus for cod and throwing König into the middle of them. Poor guy never gets a break when I'm around.

Either way, this is a super fun au I cooked up and I think y'all might really like it. Super fun campy paranormal goodness. I am so happy with how this is going!

Anyways, SFW but a relatively longer fic from me

2.6k wordcount

Story below the cut

New Recruit

Was this really the place? The old firehouse in front of you seemed rundown and decrepit in how it perched on the corner of the street, kept in place only by worn down concrete sidewalks with dandelions growing up from the spiderweb cracks interlaced throughout. It seemed to be ready to collapse at the snap of your fingers, which you kept safely tucked away in the pockets of your pants as you took in what was supposedly your new workplace.

Once, the big barn doors had been painted a bright crimson red. Now they were cracked and chipped and broken down by time and teenage vandalism that had been power washed away. You walked to the corner of the street and looked down the side to find a smaller, more reasonable green door that had been tucked away from your sight. You walked up, trying to ignore the smashed glass windows and instead buzzed the doorway.

“Hello?”

The sonorous tone of the voice surprised you, but you called your name and explained you were here for the interview.

“Oh right! Yeah I remember you. Come on in.”

The lock clicked, allowing you to push through to look inside. You traveled down the chipped linoleum floors to a grand opening surrounded in white over green tiles stacked haphazardly on the walls. There, in front of a rich wood cabinet that seemed to be bursting with files, a large man with skin like rusted ochre sat and typed away at a keyboard that seemed to be dwarfed by his leathery mitts.

“Just one second,” the man held up a finger as he typed rapidly.

With time on your hand, you looked around the room. The pillars holding up the caving ceiling were working wonders to give the whole place a strangely clinical feeling. At the far wall, a set of rusted black iron stairs crawled up to places unknown while a strangely ominous door sat quietly to the right of it, hidden just out of sight from casual observers. The big balls of light held up by stringy cords swung with an unfelt breeze.

“Alright,” the big man turned his chair to you, “c’mon in and take a seat here. Make yourself comfy.”

He gestured with one large hand to a ratty folding chair. With nowhere else to sit, you took your seat delicately, lest you crush it beneath your weight (in all fairness, you suspected a paperclip might do it in). Adjusting your clothes, you straightened yourself to meet the man’s eyes, or rather, the sunglasses he wore indoors.

“Alright. The name’s Darnell Hutchinson, but everyone ‘round here calls me Hutch. You’d best to do the same.”

You nodded quickly.

“Awesome. So,” the man leaned his elbows onto the hardwood desk, “you know the job title’s not a joke, right?”

You had already forgotten the job title.

“Oh yeah, I know,” you played it off.

“Alright. So you’re a firm believer that there’s things out there that science can’t explain?” Hutch continued.

You tried to not let your facial expressions squirm too much as you lied through your teeth, “Sure thing. There’s a whole world out there to explore.”

Hutch ticked a box on a checklist, “Good. So the whole thing about this job is that you’ll be pretty active around here. Lots of running, jumping, ducking, dodging, all that stuff. You think you’re fit enough?”

“I can be if you need me to be,” you chirped.

“Great,” Hutch nodded with a rewarding smile, “I like your attitude. Anyways, most important question of this whole shebang: do you believe in ghosts?”

“Ghosts?” you couldn’t stop yourself from reeling back.

“Ghosts,” Hutch confirmed solemnly, “poltergeists, banshees, spirits, phantoms, shades, things that go bump in the night. You believe in any of that?”

This interview was a joke. It had to be.

“I’ll believe whatever you pay me to believe,” you replied truthfully.

Hutch lowered his shades to give you a long look.

“Ma’am this ain’t no joking matter. If you want to survive in this place, you’d best understand that ghosts are very, very, real.”

“Then they’re real,” you couldn’t believe what you were saying. Were you that desperate for a job?

“I’ll hold you to that,” Hutch shook his head as he turned over the paper, “so do you have any sorta background in science?”

“A bit?” you offered weakly.

“Better than nothing,” Hutch nodded and scribbled onto his clipboard before putting it down, “alright ma’am, I just gotta clear this with the others, and then I’ll get back to ya. Based on the other applicants we got,” Hutch winked, “I think you got the job.”

Your smile split from ear to ear, the brightest one you’d felt in the past two months.

“So, when should I hear back from you?” you asked hopefully.

“When the other’s come ba-”

The big double doors swung wide open as a big white white cadillac came screaming in with blaring sirens casting wild lights around the room. As soon as the car screeched to a stop, four people peeled out of the car like it was on fire.

“We got a real fighter in here!” a man with a heavy Korean accent held up a swinging black and yellow striped box crackling with energy.

“Hey hey be careful there!” a (by comparison) smaller woman yelled at the man, “that’s a class five you got banging around in there!”

A big man in a shroud shook his head as he stomped up beside you.

“Hutch,” the man’s slow russian drawl caught your attention, “Horangi caught the specter. Please tell Mrs. Wilson that her home is officially cleared.”

“On it,” Hutch said as he twirled his chair back to the computer monitor.

You blinked as the russian man nodded and walked back to the other three as they all retreated upstairs.

“Are those the others?” you whispered inconspicuously.

“Sure thing ma’am,” Hutch grinned, “those’re New York’s finest.”

You watched as the fourth and final figure stumbled forth. If you thought Hutch was big, this man was massive. His black cloth mask stained with two red tear trails swung with every heavy footstep he took towards you. When he laid his arctic blue eyes on you, you gave him a small wave. He stalled, then turned to look at Hutch.

“You gonna go into the basement and do your weird biology shit?” Hutch drawled.

The giant looked peeved, but nodded and hurried off with the sparking black and yellow box to the smaller door on the ground floor.

“I’ll go talk to the others. If you wanna wait around, it shouldn’t take more than an hour,” Hutch offered.

You didn’t have anywhere better to be. It’s not like you exactly had a job you needed to go to. So, you took up the offer and started playing around with your phone while Hutch loped off to catch up with the others.

Left alone, you were given the time to really take in what had just happened. What sort of job did you try and apply for here? You were just sending in your application to anything that was posted on the five job sites you’d been scouring through. You just had an interview for garbage disposal yesterday, and the day before that as a secretarial assistant for a hotel. You weren’t exactly picky, and neither was your landlord. You were already two months behind and he was breathing down your neck for your rent as the clock ticked down on you. One month left, and then you’d have to pay it all back in full. You didn’t know what you were going to do.

You sighed and slumped in your chair. Ever since you lost your job at the diner, you were scrambling for anything to get you by. The handiwork you’d been offering on Facebook Marketplace was dwindling down for the season and you didn’t have any equipment or expertise in lawncare to offer your services to the more elite of New York City. You were getting too desperate to turn down a job just because it dealt with ‘ghosts’ or whatever.

You rolled your eyes. Who even believed in ghosts? What sort of nonsense was this all about? It seemed ridiculous and juvenile. But if there was some eccentric billionaire hiring ghost hunters for some bunk science experiment, you’d be down to clown. So long as you got paid, of course. Anything was on the table as long as the bills got paid.

You thought back to the four people who came out of that bizarre car. You turned to take a good look at it.

A white cadillac with a red trim sporting a siren and a megaphone on the top sat still, almost as though it hadn’t nearly shot your eardrums out just moments before. It looked like it had been modified in some way to give it more leg room, making it look decently spacious in size but you still couldn’t figure out quite how that big guy with the cloth mask fit in there. The thought of him crammed in there with his knees up to his chest made you snort.

“You don’t like my baby?”

You swung your head back around so fast you cracked your neck.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” the man chuckled as he descended down the metal stairs.

“I wasn’t laughing at your car,” you defended yourself quickly.

The man raised an eyebrow above his sunglasses, his smile hidden by a camo face mask, “So what were you laughing at?”

You bit your lip, then admitted, “Thinking about that big guy trying to fit in that car.”

“Oh!” the man gave a deep belly laugh, “it can get tight in there, but not bad. It’s good enough to get us around.”

“So that’s your car?” you asked.

“A 1958 Cadillac Miller-Meteor Sentinel ambulance. It’s been hauling us all around town since I rescued it from a scrapyard a year ago,” the man slumped into Hutch’s chair and kicked his heavy boots up onto the desk. He looked at you for a moment then pressed a finger to his mask, “Don’t tell Hutch.”

You laughed, “Won’t say a word.”

The man nodded approvingly before reaching a hand out, “I’m Hornagi, the face of the company.”

“You’re the face?” a feminine voice called out.

Horangi turned to glare up at the lithe woman at the top of the staircase, standing as though she was liberty and strength incarnate. She looked down at you with a knowing smirk.

“Nice to see you, Roze,” the man peevishly grumbled as he swirled in Hutch’s chair.

“Don’t listen to him,” Roze sighed as she walked down gracefully, “Horangi’s an idiot.”

“I’m the one with the physics degree,” Horangi scoffed.

“You also blasted a hole through Mrs. Wilson’s cat tree,” Roze snarked as she rounded the banister, “you’re just lucky she was taking that cat to the vet.”

“Eh,” Horangi threw up his hands, “she can buy another.”

“You know that comes out of our salary, right?” Roze leaned against one of the pillars before looking up warily, “sure could use that money to help out here…”

Horangi was about to reply before he looked up at the ceiling.

“Maybe,” Horangi conceded.

“So,” the woman turned to look at you with a smirk on her scarlet red lips, “you’re the new recruit?”

“I’m the new recruit?” you asked in bewilderment.

“Yes you!” Roze laughed and swung her dark hair from her eyes, “Hutch was pretty excited about you.”

“I didn’t think I did that well,” you muttered under your breath.

“Hah! I like this one!” Horangi cheered beside you.

“You like everyone, slut,” Roze rolled her eyes.

“I have very high standards, thank you,” the man sniffed.

“Are you sure?” Roze snorted, “doesn’t seem like it.”

“And this is why you aren’t allowed to be interviewed anymore,” Horangi pointed at her, “you’re too mean.”

“I’m just mean to you,” Roze pointed out.

“Only for me? You’re too nice.”

“I’d shove you in a trap if I could,” Roze growled.

“I’d say you have the worst interviews, but König exists,” Horangi sneered.

Roze sighed as she pushed the heels of her palms into her eyes, “König can’t be allowed near a microphone ever again.”

“That was the worst I’ve seen him in years, you know,” Horangi ran a hand through the back of his short but fluffy black hair, “did you see that poor reporter trying to get her mic back?”

“I had to help her,” Roze groaned, “but he just kept going on and on.”

“Is König the russian guy?” you wormed your way into the conversation.

Roze’s dark brown eyes widened as though she only just noticed you were there, “What? No, Nikto’s great in interviews. He’s the face of the company.”

“I’m the face!”

“Nikto seems pretty scary, but he’s actually really cool once you get to know him,” Roze’s smile dropped, “just don’t ask about his mask.”

Hornagi turned to you and nodded solemnly, “She’s right. Don’t ask about the mask.”

“The halloween mask?” you asked, thinking back to the Scream mask that the man wore.

“He rotates,” Roze offered, “but yeah, Nikto’s nice. He’s funny and he works hard. He’s smart, too.”

“He’s the only one of us that didn’t have a background in science,” Horangi cut in, “he only took the job because he needed one for his green card.”

“Now he has to deal with all of us,” Roze grinned.

“So you all have degrees?” you asked, thinking back to Hutch’s questions about your educational background.

“Horangi has a masters in physics, I have a masters in chemistry and a doctorate in physics, and König has a doctorate in biology,” Roze offered.

“Hutch has a masters in cyber security and a bachelors in mechanical engineering, which is how he got into the military,” Horangi added, “so he’s really our ‘man in the chair’ here.”

“And Nikto?” you asked.

“Something in the military,” Roze trailed off nervously.

“Nikto was in the KGB, I think,” Horangi clacked his teeth together.

“Don’t ask about that either,” Roze declared.

“Don’t ask about his job back home or his mask,” Hornagi affirmed.

“Are they related?” you inquired.

Roze and Horangi shared a look before turning back and saying, “Yes.”

Ah.

The door up above swung open and Hutch walked through, “There you guys are!”

“Yeah, we’re just talking to the new recruit here,” Roze called up as Hutch came down.

“So both of you think she’s a good fit?” Hutch asked.

“Sure do,” Roze nodded as Hornagi followed suit.

Hutch walked up to his chair and yanked it back so hard that Horangi nearly fell out of his chair, “Out.”

Hornagi grumbled as he relinquished the seat and strolled over to stand beside Roze with an indignant huff.

“I was talking to Nikto upstairs, and he seems to think you’re a good fit too,” Hutch typed into his computer furiously, “so, you know, majority rules.”

“Does König know?” Horangi asked.

“König can suck an egg,” Hutch shook his head irritably, “he needs to get over himself.”

The printer whirred to life and started chugging through paper. Hutch gathered the papers and a pen and handed them over to you, the stack still warm in your hands.

“Whelp, looks like you’ve got the job,” Hutch smiled warmly as he handed over the forms.

You read through the papers quickly before signing and handing the papers back over.

Hutch stood and you followed suit. He held out a meaty hand and gave you a firm, welcoming handshake.

“Welcome to the Ghostbusters, recruit.”

AU Masterlist

[huggingtentacles]

Alright you just beat Elden Ring. Congratulations! You're now one of the cool folks who can actually beat the game, and you're not ready to put it down yet.

Maybe PvP intimidates you and you just wanna explore the world again. You may try a new build sure, but now that you know more about the game, you might wanna try something different, like a challenge run.

"huggingtentacles I am trash at the game there is no way I could do any of the cool runs, I died to Radagon a bazillion times"

Most people are good enough to beat a challange run. You can define what a challange is for yourself! There is no need to jump into something insane like a rune level 1 run or a torch only run. You can set any restriction you want, and completing the game with an additional challange is immensely more satisfying (and gives you bragging rights)

There are many different challange runs all varying in difficulty. Here are the runs that I've done personally.

Easy:

Region Lock Run — the premise is simple, you can't leave the region you are in unless you best the major boss(es) of that region. You can't go to Liurnia untill you beat Margit, you can't go to Altus untill you beat Rennala, etc. This run is fun because you can't skip over progression (like killing the Caelid dragon early with bleed to be overlevelled for Limgrave) which makes every fight feel appropriately difficult.

Starting Class Run — Only use the gear you start the game with. You can level up and upgrade your weapons and flask, but you can't use any other consumables and talismans you didn't start the game with. This run is quite flexible in difficulty because whether you choose to, say, use ashes of war or different spells or even golden seeds is ultimately up to you. All of them count.

No spirit summons — for some this is just the normal Elden Ring run, but for most it's a challange. While it can be somewhat difficult, not having spirit summons still leaves you with enough options to steamroll through the game if you need to. The challenge comes from actually learning the bosses and their patterns and engaging with combat more.

No status effects — As simple as it sounds. Perhaps you used to crutch on bleed, frost, rot or poison, now you can't. There are plenty of other very powerful damage options in the game, so the run is definitely not very hard, it only limits your arsenal somewhat.

Spells only/melee only — depending on what your previous run was. If you're used to standing behind and throwing pebbles, picking up a weapon might be a fun new challenge. And if you are used to your Big Sword, it's gonna be kinda hard to adjust to managing your FP and putting together a build.

Medium:

Spirit Summons Only — moderately difficult because it requires rather extensive knowledge of the game's mechanics. The basic premise is that you can only deal damage using spirit summons. You can restrict it to bosses only or to the whole run in general. It's an absolutely hilarious run. The AI built into the game can beat the entire game for you. Including the hardest endgame bosses like Malenia. Also playing as a support, healing and buffing your summons is really fun :)

No Crimson Flask — LISTEN. I swear it's not that hard. Yes it sucks a bit in the early game, but there are so many tools and options available to completely replace your flask with regen and heal spells. Just level up your vigor. This run is incredibly fun and it's good if you are aiming for harder runs in the future but aren't sure if you have it in you. I know you do ;)

Taunter's Tongue Run — Definitely my FAVOURITE of all of them. Its incredibly simple: you get Taunter's Tongue as soon as you get access to Roundtable Hold and you turn it on forever. Fight invaders alone or with a friend in 2v2s. If you don't have any PvP experience, this is one of the ways to learn. By the end of it, you won't be half bad at PvP, trust me (unless you just run away all the time which is also an option)

Hard:

Rune Level 1 is such a difficult run to do, but the cultural legacy of Fromsoft "no leveling up" runs makes the completion of it so desirable. Completing this run basically makes you part of the small section of people who actually know how to fight every single boss without relying on cheap tactics and cheese. You learn how to counter every move most enemies make because of how unforgiving it is.

But what's more fun is the sheer variety. Stat boosting gear is so common in this game you can literally use almost anything you want as a weapon.

Permadeath — If you die, you restart. Use any tools at your disposal to survive, play it safe, level up your vigor. But most importantly, brace for setbacks. Restarting because of a dumb mistake sucks, but that's why it's such an impressive run to complete. If you can take a loss on Elden Beast and make it to the inside of the Erdtree again, you will achieve one of the hardest challanges ER has to offer.

An easier variation of Permadeath would be "no rune loss" run. There are tools the game gives you to avoid losing runes, but it's still a very difficult run.

Torch Only Run — You pick up a standard torch from Church of Elleh and you use it to Kill God.

An easier variation would be Torches Only run which allows you to use the entire arsenal of torches. Still a very difficult run that requires a lot of skill to beat.

Impossible:

No Thinking About Kissing Malenia run — still working on this one. Can't figure it out. If you have advice please DM me

Feel free to add more challange run ideas!

[loverboy-lover]

crimson rivers you will always be famous, I don’t know how anyone could read this fic and not be forever changed so here’s some (not well put together) thoughts:

- the most beautiful and in-depth exploration of trauma, grief, love, what it means to be human and have humanity that i have ever read

- i will never read a more heart wrenching sibling relationship in my life because the tears i wept watching every change in sirius and regulus’s relationship oh my god

- remus lupin i love you in every story every lifetime every world, you deserve everything

- also sirius and james and regulus you also do and i also love you i just needed to give remus his own shoutout

- i know obviously the moon thing is in many (every? i’m gonna say almost every) fic but UGH!!!!! sirius saying “moon of mine” “my moon” and just adoring him and calling him radiant in this specifically just really pulls at my heartstrings i’m literally weeping

- this is by far the best ending i’ve ever read in actually any written work and i have read MANY things in my day. I always want a little bit more of characters just living and being happy and the progression here of them learning to navigate life post-war, to being somewhat better, to adding new things into their lives and finding happiness everywhere, to being fully happy and flourishing was just perfectly beautifully done and i was crying very happy and fulfilled tears because it’s what they deserve

- zar’s work is just. so so good. there’s not even enough words to describe how grateful i am to have read this because genuinely it felt like i took a journey and i am better for it

anyways now i don’t know what to do with myself im just gonna stew and rot a little bit thinking about when i will be emotionally stable enough to reread this <3

[astayinwonderland]

I saw her first

pairing: jaehyun x f.reader x mark

genre: smut || very little plot || +18

summary: you are tired after a long day of meetings but you step into an elevator with jaehyun-- however, you don't know mark has his eyes on you too

word count: 1.9k

warnings: threesome, pet names, unprotected sex (don't), cursing, oral (f.receiving), cumshot, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dom jae

a/n: the first ff I post anywhere so... enjoy! also english is not my first language

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚

When your eyes meet his, you are undeniably possessed by his gaze. Nothing in this world could compare to the way he looks at you. It’s intoxicating, but your fingers brushed, and the heat between your legs crave him and only him. 

“Which floor?” he asked. His voice is husky, calm. 

You clear your throat before you answer. 

“Thirteen.” 

He looks at you and says nothing. The elevator is still stuck on the Mezzanine level, but his fingers are on the close button and you can hear how your shaky breath blends into the background music. His eyes are light on you, and a shade of crimson crosses his cheeks. Chuckling, he presses thirteen on the elevator and watches how you regain composure. Curious, he crosses his arms around his broad chest. You want to feel his weight over your body right now. 

“Long night?” he asks. 

“The longest” you manage to reply. 

Bright eyes scan you up and down. You wish you wore your sluttiest dress tonight, but a beige cardigan hides all of your curves now. Traveling for work, you find yourself at a 6-day conference. Day 6 out of 6 you have not gotten the time to explore around the city. However, when you spot Jaehyun, your dream man, in the same elevator, this conference trip might not be bad at all. 

He takes two steps towards you and takes the ID dangling right above your abdomen. His eyes scan up to your breasts and he stops to look into your eyes. 

“Your name is pretty, just like you,” he smirks. 

In what seems to be the longest elevator ride ever, you nod getting a laugh from him. He presses another number on the elevator number pad. This is number twenty-five. His lips are so close to you now, you allow him to come closer. His plush lips hover over yours as his eyes devour you, disguised under his blonde fringe. 

“Come over to the twenty-fifth?” 

Silence. 

The elevator dings. This is floor thirteen, your floor. The safe haven you’ve been daydreaming about all day. But this was before Jaehyun was this close to you. 

You reach the close button and the elevator doors shut close. 

You grab Jaehyun by the collar of his body-tight black shirt and pull him into a kiss. Surprised, his eyes widen, but shortly you feel him melt into you. Hands grabbing your ass, wanting more. His tongue collides with yours, the taste of wine and desire overpowering you. Backing up, you find yourself pinned against the elevator doors. You almost didn’t notice when you are already on floor twenty-five. 

Jaehyun pushes you softly to get yourself out of the sinful enclosed space, never breaking your kiss. Tasting every lick, every liplock, everything you offer him. You are lost in him. His touch, his scent. You pull his hair enough to make him softly moan as he kisses you until you reach the double doors. You break the kiss to gasp for air. He shows you his room keys and you smile willingly. 

The doors open and the view of the city is breathtaking. You can’t help but be in awe. The lights are off, so all you can see are streetlights and the beautiful skyline of buildings. It is quite a scenery. Jaehyun hugs you from behind and starts to plant small kisses on your neck. 

“I am not doing anything you don’t want to.”

“Who said I didn’t want to, Jaehyun.” 

To his surprise, you knew his name, and he is pleased. His ego was boosted.

“So… you know me?” 

“Yes,” you say not turning to look at him. 

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispers.��

Kiss open-mouth kisses travel from your neck to your shoulder as he cups your breasts and starts to undress you. You are stripped down to your bra when suddenly you hear a third person in the room. 

You jump, scared. 

The third person clears their throat. 

“I didn’t think you would go through it,” the voice says. 

Jaehyun, laughs, unbothered. 

You spin and look at Jaehyun, puzzled. What on Earth is happening?

Jaehyun moves to turn on the lights. 

Mark Lee. Sitting on the couch directly across from you. 

Your reaction is to cover your chest, shocked, and embarrassed. Your eyes find Jaehyun, his look apologetic. 

“I didn't know he was here, princess,” Jaehyun starts. 

“I’m sorry,” Mark says. He stands up and hands you your shirt. 

“See, Jaehyun saw you the other day, early in the morning. I saw you the day after that. I honor the fact that he wanted you first. But if you would allow us to please you, baby, you’ll have no regrets.” 

You are stunned. Speechless.

“What do you say?” Mark’s head cocks to the side, silver-white hair dangling to the side of his face.

“I call the shots, I saw her first,” Jaehyun pushes Mark closer to you. “Kiss him, princess.” 

You look at Jaehyn, your eyes lost, confused. You want this, you can feel Mark’s gaze on your breasts, on your lips. Anxious, waiting impatiently for you to accept him. A rush of adrenaline curses your head, and your chest, it goes down to the oh-so-sweet spot you crave these men to enter. You put your arms around Mark’s neck as you kiss him deeply. Letting go of any embarrassment you found within yourself before. Mark Lee tastes like desperate lust. He hungrily kisses you while Jaehyun focuses on getting rid of the pieces of clothing that cover your dripping sex. 

“Fuck,” Mark gasps from air breaking off the kiss. 

Drunk on his kiss, you are still not aware of your bearings when Jaehyun is already stripping his clothes off and guiding you to the bed. He doesn’t lay you there but only bends you over. Half of your body is on the bed, the rest of you still standing. Jaehyun kneels, and you feel his hot breath directly on your entrance. Your heavy panting is the only sound in the room. 

“Tell me what you want, princess. What would you like me to do with you?” Jaehyun asks. 

“Please,” you say, not really knowing what you are asking for. 

Mark stares at the two you you, blankly. He looks like he is in a trance-like state. Walking towards you and Jaehyun, he undoes his pants. 

“You sit there and watch,” Jaehyun orders. “Do you forget I saw her first?”

Mark runs his hand over his hair in frustration but can’t help to smile. He obeys and sits down on the same couch you found him before. However, his pants now pool on his ankles as well as his boxers. He looks at you, drunk in lust, slowly stoking himself, cock hard, red, erect. 

“Shit!” you yell. 

Jaehyun, flat, wet tongue slides inside you. Your hands grab the bedsheets fiercely as his tongue licks a long stripe from your clit to your entrance. 

“She tastes so good,” he tells Mark. “It’s glory,” and you feel him slide a finger inside you, stretching you out while his spit makes you even wetter and his tongue flicks up and down your clit. It’s sweet torture, keeping you right on edge, enjoying every second of you climbing to your high. 

But, Mark, oh Mark. His eyes are glued to you as your face expresses pleasure beyond understanding. He wants to be Jaehyun, he wants to be the cause of your moans. He wants you to hear you say his name when you cum. 

“Mark, come here,” Jaehyun says, not interrupting the pace at which his fingers enter you. “Taste her”. 

And now the world seems to slow down when Jaehyun removes his fingers from your squelching pussy and asks you to turn around. You find your legs spread on the bed, Mark standing in from of you. 

“Touch yourself, princess, and have Mark have a taste.” 

You swallow hard, but you obey. There is something alluring about Jaehyun's voice, like the voice of a siren. Beautiful, dangerous, but almost impossible to escape. Two of your fingers enter your core, and your immediate reaction is to close your legs. Luckily, or unluckily, at this point you are not sure, Jaehyun is there to keep your legs open. When you are about to get your fingers out completely. Mark shakes his head. 

“More,” he asks. 

And you obey him as well, his eyes begging for more. He wants all of you. You keep going, but you are so close to cumming that your moans start to get louder. 

“If I don’t stop I’m gonna cum,” you let out desperately. It feels so good to have them watching you like this, you need one of them to stop you or you’ll be a goner. 

“Let me–” Mark interrupts, and you stick your fingers inside his open mouth. He savors every bit. Sucking on your fingers again and again. Without Jaehyun telling you to do so, you voluntarily spit on Mark’s aching cock. His eyes close as he resumes his stroking, thinking only about you. 

“You are naughty,” Jaehyun whispers while climbing to the bed where he manhandles you and gets one of your legs over your shoulders. 

Entering slowly, Jaehyun’s cock is perfect in every single way. He knows how to fuck. Waiting for you to adjust to him he starts deep and slow. The lustful rhythm makes your eyes cross and your head spin. 

“Tell me how you like it,” Jaehyun asks. 

“Fuck, I love it,” your eyes shut close, taking it all in. 

His pace quickens and your other leg wraps around him, grabbing his ass you encourage him to go deeper, faster, you want all of him and you want it now. A sharp breath catches your attention across the room. Mark, sweat dripping from his forehead, hair damp. Breathless as he watches you intently trying to get his high. Pre-cum leaks from his cock and you want it. The way he looks at you and Jaehyun inside you, this was it. You feel you are so close, the knot in your stomach ready to give up. You want them, you need them, and you can’t do this without both of them. 

Your moans are screams at this point. Jaehyun reaches your sweet spot and knowing you are close his thumb presses circles on your clit. 

“Fuck, please… I am so close,” you beg, 

“Please what, princess?” Jaehyun asks, breathless. 

“Make me cum.” 

“You heard that, Mark? Come closer,”: 

But Mark’s head is in outer space. He needs you to tell him that, it is you or no one else. 

“Mark–” you gasp. 

Now he walks towards you, not interrupting his own pleasure because you are the reason for that pleasure. You, all fucked out, is too much for him.

“Cum, princess. Only after you cum we can,” Jaehyun says. 

But you need him to say it again. 

“Cum for us, princess,”; Jaehyun repeats, and that does the trick. 

You look at Mark. 

“Cum hard for us,” he says. 

Your body spasms as you reach your so-desired climax and Jaehyun keeps fucking you through it while getting to his. A deep groan escapes his mouth as he pulls out and cums on your breasts. Mark is trying to get there but you open your mouth and he sees white. 

Hot cum is shot in your mouth as he finds his blissful relief. 

“Fuck…” he whispers before collapsing on the bed with you and Jaehyun. 

You can barely move when you feel hands helping you up and cleaning the evidence of a lustful night. You feel warm as Jaehyun plants a kiss on your temple. You open your eyes and give him a smile. Unexpectedly, Mark turns your head away from Jaehyun and his lips meet yours, a long-deep kiss. Your heart flutters and the so-well-known heat makes your nipples hard. 

“What?” Mark smiles. “It’s my turn, baby.”

[kerubimcrepin]

Liveblog: Wakfu Season 2 (episodes 22-26)

Episode 22 - The Silence of the Rings

Insane lore implications for Ruel fans (all 3 of them)

"Made in Amakna Copyr"

NOM: Passambaal

PRENOM: Torrhe

SEXE: M

NE RE: 12 Octilliard 823

Nation d'Amakna

Judging from this, Breta is either a part of the kingdom of Amakna — or this man is travelling a long way.

"Pour vivre heureux vivons tamponnes / To live happily, live stamped"

[guy who is only interested in Waven-era Bonta voice] Unironically, Waven-era Bonta seems to be run a similar way. Though, unlike Cassis and Melo, — Joris, Kerubim, and Atcham have some plausible deniability thanks to Waven-era being a post-apocalypse wartime.

I think Joris would approve of this unironically, considering Waven.

"Le kama fetiche / favorite cama

mon precccieu / my precccious"

UGHHHHH I am not translating this.

The third one says "The Dark Dofus" and something about it being the secret to the best omelette I think, but I am too lazy to translate it fully beyond that. I am so lazy.

Episode 23 - The Crimson Claws

[coughs weakly] How would you know about possessing dragons, Qilby. [coughs in season 4 confirmed two-way mind link between eliatropes and dragons] Do you have anything interesting to tell us about your very healthy and normal 99999999999999999999999999999999999999 years of life together with Shinonome? Please? Some crumbs?

I often see people claim that technology has hardly progressed in the centuries between Dofus and Wakfu, and in some ways its true — this setting is hardly interested in exploration of how the tech has developed, however...

I do think that giant underwater submarines with guns are more at home in Wakfu, than in Dofus. At least in part because there's less water in Dofus.

One of the weirder changes of season 4, is that, by that time, Sufokia has "an empress".

My headcanon is as follows: His mom is the empress, and this is a matriarchical society. King is his father's title to point out that he is below his wife on the social ladder.

THIS HAUNTS ME!!!! THIS HAUNTS ME!!!!!!!!

The possibilities for how this happened are endless, but I do want to point out that New Sufokia has been underwater for centuries. Is this a very old teacup? Is this a fucking centuries old teacup? Is this boufbowl merch? Am I insane? Am I mentally ill?

Episode 24 - Phaeris the Mighty

"I don't like violence" is something only the most sussiest of Eliatropes say, I think.

If Joris, Atcham, and Kerubim weren't a part of this franchise, I'm sure I would be very mentally ill about Qilby and Shinonome. Specifically them. The implications. The implications.

He loves her a lot. And I think she was just as responsible for the things he's did, — whether she was a reluctant participant, or an active one. And I think she loves him a lot too. They've been all alone together for 99999999999999999999 years, after all. Their relationship is completely different to that of the other Eliatrope-Dragon twins, and their outlook on the other twins is just as different.

Episode 25 - The White Dimension

LIKE WHAT IS THE DEAL WITH THIS FUCKING TEACUP!!! WHERE DID IT COME FROM!!!

I'm literally insane about him.

Guys, I think Qilby has some supremacist beliefs about the Eliatrope people.

Episode 26 - The Eliatropes

Guys, I think Qilby has some supremacist beliefs about—-

He loves her so much it's crazy.

I know Tot doesn't care... but I do <3 I do. A lot.

The implications of Shinonome being his ride-or-die even while he was doing the mechasm stuff, coupled with the implications of her being like "oh goddess this has to stop now" by this point, are insane.

And so are the implications of his disbelief.

My honest reaction:

im going to hopital. gootbye

WHAT'S WITH THE TEACUP!!!!!

[littlefireball]

CS|Fallen Angel and Fallen Evil pt.3 (M)

San's Birthday week~~ Evil San x Fallen Angel Reader Smut|Mentioned of bloody fight|Fingering| Public Sex|Unprotected|Marking|Soulmate|Reader finally fallen| Word count: 2.1K

The blood-soaked hands stuck to the red feathers reflect how bloody and ruthless the battle just now was. You wipe your dirty hands by the lake, without any regret or fear, instead feeling an unusual calmness. The crimson soaking into the lake is like ink flowers, finally dispersing and leaving a thin layer of red cloth on the clear lake water.

"You're so hot, you know?" San kneels beside you, his warm breath falling on your neck, his cool fingers gently touching and trailing down your back, feeling the two wounds oozing black and red blood. His fingers continue to explore your waistline, caresses the wounds from the battle just now.

"Wanna continue what we were doing?" He murmurs against your neck, leaving a trail of kiss while licking your sensitive skin. You rest your head on his shoulder to give him more access and gasping. His warm tongue teasing your nerves, the wet feeling sending a shiver down your spine.

"We do it here?"

"It doesn't matter."

His restless left hand ventures into the thin fabric, tracing your contours, caressing your left breast and gently teasing your nipple with his thumb.

"Soft af."

"Hiss… Mmm…"

"I know you can't wait. Am I right, my pretty?"

"Yes, San, I want more, please."

He smiles satisfied, then cups your face with his right hand and kisses your slightly dry lips. Your lips meet gently, both enjoying the pleasure brought by the kiss. Your tongues entwine, sparks of electricity igniting in the flames.

"Open wide your legs, honey."

You obey his command and slightly open your thighs. His left hand slides into your panties, softly caressing your clit, occasionally pressing and brushing it. Just like what he did in the dream.

"Ahh… San…" You can feel his chest rising and falling and his hard lower body occasionally brushing against your butt through the fabric.

He inserts two more fingers into you, slowly moving in and out. The moment he enters, you arch your back, feeling the excitement he brings. He reaches your deepest part over and over again, hitting every spot with different angles and scratching your wet, hot, and tight wall.

"It must be good when my cock deep inside you. So tight for me."

You pant heavily as he speeds up. The waves of pleasure and heat crash over you, you surrendered to the overwhelming sensation. You moan loudly, as if you are afraid no one would hear you. You look at the corpse on the ground and see how ironic everything was. But you don't feel any guilt, the most important thing right now is how San pleases you.

"San… I can't hold it anymore." Groaning shyly as if nothing happens, no death, no guilty, only joyful and lust.

"What? You want to cum?" He smirks, his eyes filled with teasing.

"I…have a knot in my stomach…"

"Just let it go, darling. No need to hold it."

You are unable to hold back any longer and squirt as your juices wet your clothes and San's fingers. He takes them out, licking the sweet liquid with satisfaction.

Taste as sweet as the dream in the morning.

"You did so well, darling." he murmurs, guiding you down to the soft, cool grass beneath you. The dampness barely registers as your bare skin meets the earth, the sensation doing little to quell the fiery desire that courses through your body. Your gazes lock, brimming with longing, on the brink of igniting everything in an inferno of passion.

He sheds his black coat, revealing chiseled abs and a muscular physique that you hadn't fully appreciated until now. His broad shoulders seem like a protective shield around your smaller frame.

The clash of metal interrupts the moment, drawing your attention to his eager, crimson member, poised and ready as if it can't wait a moment longer to be inside you.

A flicker of worry dances in your eyes, mingled with anticipation for the impending connection. Your heart races with these conflicting emotions.

Sensing your apprehension, he leans in to press a tender kiss to your lips, whispering reassuringly, "It's alright, my dear. You can handle this." Despite his demonic nature, his touch is gentle, and you find yourself falling deeper under his spell.

"Ready?" he asks softly. You nod in response. With deliberate care, he enters you, causing you to arch your back and cling to his sturdy shoulders. A silent pressure builds in your throat, stifling any cries that threaten to escape.

"San… I…" "It's okay, angel." He strokes your flushed cheek and playfully pecks your lips. When you finally adjust to his size, his forehead glistens with sweat and his furrowed brows hold back the urge to fuck you wildly.

His appearance makes you inexplicably feel heartache. You lightly touch his shoulder, signaling that he can move. Afraid that you might feel pain, he slowly and gently thrusts into you, lightly grinding.

"Hmm!!" The slight pain gradually turns into pleasure, and the touch of his glans against your inner walls sends waves of numbness throughout your body. Skin against skin, the intimate contact between you and him raises the temperature.

"You can go faster… San."

"Really? I don't want to hurt you."

"Yes, I can take it." Suddenly, he thrusts forcefully, hitting your G-spot aggressively.

"Ahhh!! San!!" You can't stop yourself from shouting his name, and he smirks mischievously.

"Be careful next time when you beg me."

"I didn't ask you to go so hard."

"Oh, you dare to argue with me?" Before you can react, he thrusts forward again and increases the speed.

"Oh fuck!"

"Tight af." He thrusts vigorously, hitting your deepest spot accurately, creating a lascivious sound.

"Fuck fuck fuck!!"

"Such a dirty mouth!" He pounds hard, and there's no trace of the earlier tenderness, only endless lust. You pull him closer, your lips fiercely locked in a kiss, an atmosphere of desire and passion. You indulge in this intense kiss, where everything else in the world disappears. There is only the sensation of your skin against each other and various stimulating touches, as your desires burn and sublimate.

San pulls you up, not breaking the kiss. He firmly grips your butt and pulls you towards him as he thrusts forward. You understand his intentions and move back and forth with him.

"Ha! Ahh!" The soft touch of your butt makes him very excited, and he loves the way your bodies fit tightly together. He leaves a trail of kisses and suck hard on your chests, the deep red hickey standing out on your fine skin. Licking it proudly, he bite your collarbone but not hard enough to make you feel painful.

You body now covered with all his hickeys and bite marks, announcing to the kingdom of heaven, no, should I say the world, you are his, only his. San stares at the sky, knowing that old man is watching everything. He smiles with a sense of success and proud, you have finally become corrupted.

Nothing can stop him anymore.

He kisses you again and pushes you down, flip you over when he pulls out. "I need to mark you, then you'll be mine." His cock slides into your pussy filled with his cum and your juices, pushing as deep as he can, making your moans leave your lips.

"Ah~san~" San grab your hair and continues to enter and exit like a raging beast. You are on the verge of losing breath as the excitement take over your mind and makes you dizzy. The sound of skin slapping resounds in the forest; the lake reflects your posture, so fucking erotic.

His chest presses against your back, feeling the temperature of each other rising as if there is a fire burning inside. Your mouth is shaped like an "O" and you feel you are going to climax again.

"San, san…I wanna cum…"

"No until I tell you." He suddenly thrust very fast cause you scream in high-pitched. The tingling sensation makes you even more powerless and your knees give out and you collapse to the ground.

"Hmm…San…please."

"You can hold it." He let go your hair, kisses and licks your nape. With a burst of pain coming from the back of the neck, warm blood flowed to the shoulders. The sound of sucking rings in your ears, and the soft touch of his lips gives you goosebumps.

"Cum, my angel." After few thrust, you release everything, warm fluid enveloping his cock and he also cum all in your cunt. Marking is complete; there is a purple mark on your nape─the sign of Santan.

You collapse into his arms, both of you panting heavily. He pulls out of you, his touch gently caressing your back as he gathers your messy hair behind your ear.

"You are finally mine now, my soulmate." He strokes your face and leaves a kiss on your forehead. He has fallen for you.

"And I finally know what my nature is." Your eyes shine with golden light, and wings covered in black, not pure white like snow, but wicked black, grow from your back. He smiles with surprise, his eyes sparkling with joy, like a child.

"Let's go home, Y/N. A place, the only place, belongs to us."

He spreads his black wings, and demonic horns grow from his forehead, revealing his true devilish form. You follow suit, spreading your wings and flying straight into the dark underworld.

Even though it is gloomy and treacherous there, it makes you feel an unprecedented sense of comfort. Because now you are no longer restricted by the rules of heaven, there are no morals or chains. You can follow your desires as you please. And most importantly, San will always be by your side.

"Do you still want to kill me?" San asked.

"Yes, of course."

"What?Don't you say 'no, I won't. Because I love you so much'? Am I not your love?"

"You can't ask a cruel person not to kill people."

"I know you love me and won't do that." He pretended to pout in anger, looking adorable and muttered in a soft voice, coquettishly.

"I'm sad." He looks like he is about to cry and you cup his face, smiling lovingly.

"I will kill you softly… on the bed." The furrowed eyebrows instantly unfold, revealing a lovely smile, as he directly picks you up and walks towards the room. You surprise shout out with laughter.

"Hey, put me down! Others may see."

"Does it matter? Y/N, just show me how you can kill me softly."

Again bursts of moaning and gasping come from the room, and of course, the sound of slapping skin also echo in the corridor, and everyone who pass by could hear it clearly.

Oh? What is the final outcome of the kingdom of heaven? Ummm… Do you think it's possible for the cruel fallen angel and the strongest demon to join forces and for heaven to continue to exist? Impossible, right?

Ah also! A half-demon, half-fallen angel child is about to be born.

[otomefiend]

Alfons Sylvatica

Collection Event: I want to know every inch of you

A very quick translation, so please forgive any errors/awkwardness. Here's to hoping Kate will manage to fluster this guy one day. Cause it ain't today.

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Alfons: "Physical examination...?"

Kate: "Regular checks are performed as part of the Crown's healthcare system. Your cooperation will be greatly appreciated."

When Victor asked me to collect everyone's details, I called Alfons to the infirmary.

Alfons: "If that's the case, then go ahead. Do as much research as you like."

Kate: "There are some red marks on your neck and chest that..."

Alfons: "Hmm... those could be scratches from a cat or a dog."

(... if he says so. I shouldn't pursue the matter further)

Alfons: "I get marked easily. Would you like to test it yourself?"

Alfons ran his hand over his skin invitingly.

Crimson flowers blooming on his pale skin drew my gaze. The sight unsettled me and made me avert my eyes.

Kate: "No need to concern yourself with me!"

Alfons: "Oh, I see. That's a shame..."

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(All right, now that I've learned all I needed to know)

Kate: "The assessment is over. Thank you for your cooperation."

Alfons: "Please wait. It looks like some fields are still empty?"

His finger tapped the corner of the record sheet I was holding.

(Huh...? I thought I filled it all in)

Indeed, the last item was still left blank. What was there ---

Kate: "The most important entry... 'erogenous zones'!?"

Alfons: "My my, this seems like an interesting section, don't you agree?"

Kate: "It must be a mistake! I'll go ask Victor!"

Alfons: "Why don't you just measure it according to the instructions?"

Alfons: "If it's a mistake, you can erase it later."

Alfons: "Lord Victor is busy, that's why he left this task to you, am I right?"

Alfons: "I don't think it's worth wasting time confirming this..."

(Ugh... he's probably right)

Kate: "T-then... could you shed some light? On your erogenous zones that is..."

Alfons: "Now then, you want to know where they are?"

Kate: "Yes?"

Alfons: "Thinking about it, it's hard to pinpoint the exact location..."

Kate: "... every day you return at dawn and yet you don't know?"

Alfons: "Uh-huh, haven't got a clue. Can you help me find out, Kate?"

Alfons: "Touch my body... Try to find a place that makes me feel good."

(I really should refuse...)

(...but he's right, I need to complete the records properly)

After pondering on it for a moment, a wicked idea came to mind.

(... this could be a perfect opportunity to expose Alfons' weaknesses)

Up until now, I had always been at his mercy.

But if I had succeeded, this was going to provide a perfect opportunity for a payback.

Kate: "...... fine, I'll do it. It's part of my task after all. Please, sit on the chair."

He sat in silence as I reached towards his body.

Observing his reactions, my fingertips slowly traced his chest, then stomach and finally his waist.

Alfons: "Haa... haa... ah, this is good. Keep it up..."

(Such exaggerated noises... it's definitely an act)

(How can I find his erogenous zones...)

Kate: "Does it really feel good?"

Alfons: "Yes, of course. Your clumsy attempt is quite entertaining..."

Alfons: "Besides, it's enlightening to observe the way you touch me."

Kate: "Enlightening...?"

Alfons: "All of the areas you're touching in your search... might be the very spots you find pleasurable yourself."

Kate: "Ugh...... absolutely not. My... this has nothing to do with me!"

Alfons: "Oh, are you going to stop? If it doesn't matter, I don't see a problem with continuing..."

Kate: "I think I've done enough research already!"

Alfons: "There are places you haven't explored yet. For example... inside my mouth."

Kate: "Inside your mouth..."

My gaze lingered on his thin lips.

Alfons: "Stir it with your tongue, taste it, suck it... check if it feels good."

Kate: "Yeah, yeah, how typical."

Alfons: "Well, without it, the form will be incomplete."

Kate: "Ugh."

Alfons: "... this is only for research purposes, right? It's your job to investigate after all."

Kate: "Fine..."

It felt wrong. It set off my alarm bells since I knew those were devil's whispers ---.

Alfons: "... As expected, you're an excellent fairytale expert."

How was it possible that one piece of praise could bring me so much joy?

Kate: "Nn...."

I carefully placed my hand on Alfons' shoulder and pressed my lips to his.

Then I wrapped my tongue around his and tried my best to stimulate him.

(It's a decent try, but... does it really make him feel good?)

Preoccupied with kissing him, I had no chance to pay attention to how Alfons was doing.

Alfons: ".... You're such a pitiful girl."

I heard him mutter in a gentle tone of voice ---.

Kate: "Huh!? Mnn...."

This time, it was Alfons' tongue that entered my mouth.

My head was spinning from kisses so intense that my earlier ones seemed like child's play in comparison.

(This is ridiculous...)

(I was supposed to look for Alfons' erogenous zones, and yet it was me getting lost in pleasure...)

When our lips finally separated, I was the one who was exhausted and breathing heavily on his shoulder.

Alfons: "....many thanks for your efforts in the investigation. You've been very helpful."

Kate: "You're wel...."

Alfons: "After all... that debauched face of yours might be what excites me the most."

Alfons: "... well, please write in your report that my whole body is an erogenous zone."

Alfons: "If there's a need to write anything to begin with..."

(......what?)

Hearing his strange remark, I quickly looked at the form... and noticed that the last section was nowhere to be found.

(No way, Alfons' ability to change perception...!?)

When I looked up to give him a piece of my mind, he was already gone.

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Alfons: "Heh,... you troubled thing, so serious and so completely fooled."

~~~

[mindstriker]

i would love to hear your Five Points of Vaughn Contention actually

HELL YEAH HERE WE GO

Vaughn was my second favourite character in TFTBL and I am Pissed on his behalf for what happened to him in 3 for several reasons. Precisely 5. Which I have decided to present in order of importance to me personally. Putting this under a read-more for everyone's sake.

Number one: The like, naked man thing. Hygeine. You name it.

Listen. I have no problem with the idea that after living on Pandora for an extended period of time would make him visibly more disheveled/rugged- I mean, even over the span of TFTBL we clearly see him progress from clean-cut accountant to like. Pandoran enthusiast. I also don't have a problem with the idea of his appearance getting a bit wilder post-the deaths of the Children of Helios. Obviously that could have caused him to lose a lot of stability and organization in his life, and wandering Pandora alone could lead to him getting overall sandier and less composed than before- but are we actually taking the funny "oh he took his shirt off in the desert before" scene and deciding that he's decided to spend his time hanging around in nothing but dirty underwear? Because... it's funny? It's just another part of the "Vaughn is a belligerent idiot who can't take care of himself" schtick that 3 forced onto him in the name of ignoring genuine character development for snark, and I hate it.

Which leads me into my second point: The whole "I love Pandora now and I'm soaking up the thrills" thing never should have led into Vaughn idolizing bandits. It doesn't fit his motivations for getting attached to Pandoran life in the first place or his previous actions.

Vaughn in TFTBL liked the adrenaline of doing something risky and wild for once in his life, and encountering a new and thrilling environment- but that doesn't translate to "heehoo bandit appealing". He liked the thrill of fighting for his life, not the thrill of... banditry? He was pumped up by the chaos of Pandora, but he still *cared* about other people and wasn't thrilled about violence or happy to be brawling with other people- hell, he organized a pacifistic group of survivors. Why the hell would he idolize bandits? You know, the people who are KNOWN for dying horribly out in the desert and killing people for shits and giggles?

Sure, he's excited about working with Fiona and Sasha, who he refers to as "grifters" at one point- but working with "grifters" isn't that different from working with... you know, his literal friends from Hyperion who are also grifters, just of the corporate variety? There's an element of moral bankruptcy slightly present in him- in ALL of the Hyperion employee characters we see in-game- but his brand of dubious isn't violent bandit, it's more "you could talk me into a bank heist for the thrills". I don't buy the translation of "overall well-meaning guy with a kick for adventure and risk and a little bit of chaos" to "kicking around in the dust with whatever scumbags I can find who act like frat boys".

Again. I understand that watching the Children of Helios' pacifism plan fail, leading to their deaths, could have led to him becoming more militant. My problem lies in the way that this was written. Why did they go the course of "oh yeah the people he essentially led and tried to take care of post-Helios fall all died, surely he'd immediately begin fawning over the type of people responsible for their deaths like an asshole" and not "sure yes he'd probably be forced to give up his pacifism but we're going to take this seriously and maybe explore the idea of a character who tried and failed to make a good, fun, risky-but-not-cruel life for himself on Pandora and failed". I would've preferred it if they played the angle of his risk-taking behaviour and Pandoran survivalism taking on a new aspect: maybe something akin to vigilante behaviour or... literally anything else. Joining the Crimson Raiders because if he's going to be in a constant brawl, it might as well be on the side of someone he vaguely knows to not be brutal and evil, instead of crawling to them after getting kicked out by bandits. In general, I hate the way that they barely had him react to the Children of Helios' deaths without so much more than a "oh yeah haha they had laser pointers- shitty idea, they died but I'm fine now". He... went to the trouble of trying to help and lead those people even though they were strange and prone to idolizing Rhys. You want to tell me he was heartless enough to barely care beyond a "whoopsie" joke about them? When he's clearly a character that cares enough about his friends- notably even one who possibly lied about/was in cahoots with Handsome Jack- to the point of arranging a risky ass scheme to rescue them?

Anyways. This is already long as hell but points number three and four: Vaughn was never incompetent, just prone to risk-taking behaviour- and goofiness doesn't have to equal stupidity or a lack of any actual substance. Two things 3's writers clearly didn't understand.

Yeah, Vaughn was the butt of the joke a lot in TFTBL, but being the comedic relief didn't also prevent him from having like- an actual productive character arc culminating in him becoming a confident man capable of leadership and not stumbling over his feet as much in a strange new world. His funny "bro" behaviour and newfound love for chaos weren't his primary character flaws, or the things dragging him down/making him incompetent and irritating, they were some of the catalysts for his development into someone capable of enduring Pandora for long periods of time. There was a balance between him getting dunked on for giggles, and acknowledged as a character who was actually important to both the other characters in the game and to the overarching story.

And yeah, alright- he did things like "try to have a pacifistic society on Pandora, ye planet of war" and "try to rescue a friend with the use of laser pointers"- but those worked. Risky choices, yeah, but not belligerently stupid ones. Vaughn was smart enough as an accountant to divert funds and fuck with him and Rhys' access to things, he has lines in TFTBL where despite his nervousness and mounting excitement he acknowledges risks like desert dehydration, demonstrating at least some variety of survival competence- he just wasn't stupid! He really wasn't! They made him stupid because they thought it was funny, and all they accomplished was making him annoying.

And finally, point five: Irony poisoning and everything else aside. Why did they decide to split Vaughn and Rhys up in such an anti-climactic way? I mean, this feeds into a way larger issue I have with BL3's segment featuring TFTBL characters (If we can have an entire segment about what Rhys is up to, can we PLEASE interact with Fiona in some way, or at least get an explanation/exploration of where her and Sasha went post-TFTBL???) I could understand the TFTBL gang splitting up post-game. Sasha wants to travel and explore, Fiona has expressed a clear interest in becoming a VH herself- a pursuit that takes a lot of travel and which would put her under the radar to her friends, and Vaughn prefers to stay on Pandora whereas Rhys obviously fucks off to Promethea to rebuild Atlas. But you're telling me none of them even try to stay in contact? You're telling me Rhys and Vaughn had a falling out? Over WHAT? If you're going to write it in at least make it believable, because the way things were left in TFTBL I would've been shocked to see them not still being the closest members of the original group post-game. They both made new lives for themselves, yeah, but if anyone was going to keep in touch regularly- it would be them? Why aren't they working together to some degree? Vaughn was very technologically literate in the past, are we acting like him adapting to Pandora suddenly means he's never going to use the ECHOnet or other tech to establish long-distance connections or accomplish things again? He seemed to like being tech-savvy, please. Why did we split everyone up in the shittiest way possible with minimal coherent explanation? WAUGH.

[txemptress]

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀 - 𝐎𝐍𝐄

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character(s): Eros Vasilios

manhwa(s): Your Throne

tw: violence

reminder: this will be a manhwa crossover series, featuring Eros Vasilios from Your Throne and Dion Agriche from The Way to Protect the Female Lead's Older Brother. Expect violence and possessive attitude in the series because this guys are known for it. Anyway enjoy ^^

Name had finally gotten away. Figuratively that was. Her husband had relented enough to let her explore the vast village, that she's never explored.

But, of course not every want was exactly how you want it to go. Her husband had simply invited himself into the trip as well. This annoyed her to the fullest, yet she tried to keep herself calm. Once she gets upset and yells at him, it'll be all over for her. She'll never see the beautiful shine of the sun again.

She tried distracting herself from him by looking at the beautiful scenery. Her husband was a man of great importance to the Vasilios council. He was the prince's good friend a better friend than any other so he told her.

Not that she's ever seen or heard of the works of his so-called friend. Eros Orna Vasilios was a name forbidden to be mentioned in her husband's house. At first, she had not questioned it, but now curiosity took over her. What was there between her husband and the prince that he was trying to hide from his wife?

Name pushed the thoughts away. She should not think of this when she was supposed to be happy that she was out.

As the carriage stopped, her husband took her wrist. "You know the rules." He said, in a threatening tone. "Do not dare try escaping. Or you're never coming out of that house understood?"

She nodded, she was not planning on doing it anyway. Yet her dear husband just had to assume that so many things came to her mind once she was out in the sun.

Her husband scanned the crowd before letting go of her wrist. "I expect you in this location by evening fall. If you are not back by then—"

"You'll lock me up in my room again and never let me out ever." She cut him off. "I am aware of your threats, darling. I will not run." He regarded her with a cool stare before waving her off.

Finally! Alone at last, she ran through the stalls looking at the beautiful things made by the commoners.

The place was lively, so many people chattering and enjoying themselves under the sun.

As she bought some food from a cheerful and kind vendor, she overheard a conversation.

"Do you think the prince will choose another bride?" A lady said in a hushed tone.

"I am not sure. Isn't he in love with Lady Solon?" Another female asked.

The first lady shook her head. "I heard they barely get along and he plans on leaving her." She had to strain her ears to hear the rest of the conversation. Apparently Lady Medea and His Majesty were engaged, but from what the lady said Eros had broke off the engagement for a reason she had not heard properly.

"I heard he has quite an interest with Duke Armani's daughter." This made her pause. Her? The prince had an interest in her? It would've been normal of commoners to think the such, but a lady such as the two? The thought gave her a bad feeling.

Was this what the nobles thought of her as? No, it couldn't be right?

She walked away before those ladies said something that might upset her day even more.

After an hour of walking around the village, she got tired and found a cafe where she could sit for a while. A sigh escaped her lips, she was exhausted. She still had hours to explore.

At that moment, a man entered the cafe. The mysterious male went to a nearby table and sat there. At that same moment as she stared at him with interest, the man turned her way.

She flushed as they made eye contact. She looked away from those crimson eyes, looking towards the window. How embarrassing. She wondered what her husband was doing while she was gone. Perhaps he was enjoying himself?

Meanwhile, her husband was being beaten up by the prince himself.

"You traitorous bastard." Eros Vasilios glared as he kicked the man. "Marrying a girl who you know I like." He took him by the collar. "Perhaps we can make a deal, no? Unless you wish to die, of course." His voice was threatening him and the beaten up male knew it.

"What deal..." The male could barely breathe as the prince was choking him. His hand gripped onto the traitor's neck.

A dark chuckle escaped Eros' lips as he let go of his neck. "You of all people should know what I want." He stared at pitiful figure.

"She...won't...let...you..." The male choked out the words as a sudden tug of his hair brought waves of pain and agony.

"Not unless I order her. And I will." Eros' eyes were filled with a venomous rage.

"You're a monster." The man spat out as Eros laughed.

"Maybe I am, but you won't be there to tell her."

"You plan on killing me then?" He said through gritted teeth.

"I am not that foolish, no. I will keep you alive. But, of course you'll be spending your worthless days in a dungeon." Eros smirked. "Guards, take this filth away."

"What about his wife, sir?" The head guard asked.

"I will tell her myself." He put on his gloves. "Focus on the traitor."

Name came back to the location, just as the sun set fully. There she was met with an unexpected sight. A royal coach.

What was it doing here?

A male came out of it. Blue hair and piercing grey eyes that almost looked white. "You must be his wife." The male said, holding out his hand. "Eros Orna Vasilios, a pleasure it is finally to meet you."

A gasp escaped her lips. The prince himself! He was as charming as the ladies of the court had said. "What are you doing here, Your Majesty?" She asked, nervously.

"Your lord husband has gone through quite a predicament." This made her even more nervous as she stared into those grey eyes. "He has betrayed the empire!"

Her eyes widen. That struck her harder than a slap ever would. "H-He what?!" Her head was spinning as she tried processing everything that he just said. Her husband? Betraying the empire?!

"I understand that this may be hard for you, Lady Name." Eros said, as he stepped closer. "While we figure out what to do with him, you shall stay in the castle as my guest." He murmured as he took her hand. "It truly is a bad timing, and I apologize for ruining your day."

He then escorted her to the coach, and they went back to the castle.

There she was taken to her room, but with much pleading the prince allowed her to speak with her husband.

"Name?" Her husband sat up from his bed when he heard her familiar voice. "Listen you have to get out—" his eyes widen as he saw the prince next to his wife.

The prince gave him a victory smile as he leaned by the wall. "She wanted to see you. Be glad I agreed." He shrugged, before settling down to let the two talk.

The two exchanged statements for a while, the female was so worried for her husband. This enraged the already pissed off Prince even more as he finally spoke up. "Perhaps we should go now, my lady. Your husband will need his rest for tomorrow's meeting." Name sighed as she let go of her husband's hand, standing up to go to the prince.

The prince looked at her, giving her a small smile to comfort her. "Go on ahead." He said, looking at her then her furious husband. "I'll be there in a moment."

The moment Name was out of the way. Eros walked to the cell with the male.

"What do you want?" The male spat out.

Eros smiled. "Just came to tell you not to worry."

"About what?"

"Don't worry because she's in great hands." Eros said darkly as he walked away.

[nerdieforpedro]

Day Twelve - Daydream

Word Count: 767

Warnings: Joel is very much in his FEELINGS, guilt, self-loathing, grief, imagined poisoning attempt, COFFEE, do I have a thing with porches now?

Notes: Joel Miller may have some survivor's guilt. I wanted to explore what he might be thinking about in Jackson, where he's safe with Ellie. I mean maybe, I dunno. I am familiar with how thoughts can swirl.

Main Masterlist / March Spring Prompts 2024 / Writing Challenges

Joel Miller’s mind wonders more than people realize. He’s aware that he’s thought of as a boogeyman, legend, nightmare, murderer in the various places he’s been, also here in Jackson too. He keeps a small core group: Tommy and Elle, his brother and his kid. There’s also Maria who tolerates him because he’s useful and her husband’s brother, otherwise she’s on the side of the vast majority in Jackson who steer clear of him. He’s used to the ire and navigating it with a scowl and indifference. He’s aware of what he’s done, worse than people think and he doesn’t regret it. He’s still standing. Joel Miller is still alive. There are times he’s able to picture his daughter Sarah’s face, oddly when he’s out on patrol and sees crimson roses or yellow pansies. If she was here with him, he’d be motivated to do worse to keep her safe, or maybe because she’s with him, he wouldn’t need to. The echoes of her laughter and playful mockery of his lack of culinary skills makes him still form laugh lines on his face when he’s by himself and between the tears.

There are other times where Joel finds himself curious how Tess would do in a place like Jackson. How big of a pissing match would her and Maria have over how things should be run? Would she even care enough to stay or want to keep moving like they had been, smuggling to survive? Would her hair look the same with the sunlight hitting it through the window, a straw yellow with streaks of brown? The same deep breaths against his back as he stays somewhat alert just in case. Just because he’s gotten used to life without her doesn’t mean he doesn’t remember the way Tess smelled or comforted him in some of his darkest days.

It's a rare day he’s not on patrol. Elle’s gone off to classes and he’s sitting on his porch. It’s cool so he has on his green flannel over his white t-shirt and jeans. The air is helping him to wake up in addition to the coffee he’s drinking. It’s horrible, but it was this or some flower tea Maria suggested. She could be trying to poison him; he didn’t know what flower that was.

“Good morning, Joel.”

You greet him despite knowing who he is and what he’s done. Joel’s fairly certain you at least have an idea. Your small wave and warm smile have him sip his coffee to hide his own. He can’t smile for you, you’re not one of his people. He nods after he pulls his cup back from his mouth, certain he can keep his face neutral. He raises his hand, and you nod, heading down the road. You live three houses down, in a small house by yourself. Patrol with you isn’t horrible. You’re a damn good shot and keep your wits about you. On patrol Joel trusts you with his back, and you talk to him, like you did just now. It’s not much, but he’s loathe to admit how much it does mean to him. He’s seen the second floor of your house and that you still have the fuchsia primrose he’d given you a few weeks ago. Miller was surprised that you’d kept it.

Joel was curious about how conversations with you would go if he was ever keen to speak outside of clickers, raiders and landmarks on patrol. You’d likely listen to him, let him talk for a bit as he clumsily asked you some simple question like what you did before Jackson. He was glad you were close in age to him. Well, he’d put you late thirties at the youngest but he’d bet on early to mid forties, given how calm you are and that you seem to have experienced life before everything went to hell, you couldn’t be much younger. Maybe you’d tell him about family you used to have or what our old job used to be if you had one. What could Joel Miller picture your profession as?

He sees you as capable so it could be any and everything. Maybe you had several. His eyes close as he sips his coffee again, the warm liquid sliding down his throat with a gulp. Could he sit out in that field and sip coffee with you? Did you even like coffee? As the sun continued to rise, Joel was curious if you’d sit with him again on a rock but this time side by side so he could talk to you. So many daydreams.

[fillesdesiir]

MANEATER ━━ part i (tom riddle)

all chapters here

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  Men were idiots, Aubriella's new next-door neighbor was a perfect example of how stupid the male species was. He was blinded by lust, the hunger to feel his cock slide in and out of a woman's heat, and this hunger was ferocious. It was so strong that he unwarily waltz into hell. Aubriella Langsley was going to destroy him, devour him. 

     "Lovely home you have, Ms. Langsley," Nate complimented Aubriella. "You live alone?" he asked and furrowed his brows. "I do sadly, my parents passed away," Aubriella said, feigning melancholy. "How tragic," Nate replied sincerely. "It is indeed, I have been so lonely here." "All alone, without anybody to hold me, tell me how much they love me," The Langsley heiress sighed and slowly led her neighbor to the living room. The pair sat down and poured themselves tea, "I am deeply sorry for you, is there any way I can ease your pain?" Nate asked. "Well, I have been searching for someone, someone to.." Aubriella trailed off as she sipped her tea and stared into the fire. "To?" Nate asked. "Oh, it's embarrassing," she whispered. "I will not laugh at you, please tell me," her neighbor pushed. "I have been aching for someone to touch me, will you-" Before she could finish her sentence Nate's lips were on hers. Kissing her roughly and pushing her into the sofa. Aubriella pretended to enjoy the feeling of his hands roaming over her body, squishing her tits and moaning at the feeling.

     She allowed him to explore, to listen to the symphony of her fake moans and whimpers until her hunger had become too strong to ignore. Nate's flesh was torn by the teeth of Aubriella. She breathed in the smell of his blood and smiled. The taste of his flesh is what the Langsley heiress imagined gold to taste like.

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     Aubriella wiped crimson droplets off her lips and threw the now lifeless body of her next-door neighbor to the ground. She stood and walked upstairs. Her small pumps clicked on the marble flooring and echoed throughout the soulless home her parents left her. Not everything she told Nate was a lie, her parents did die but she did leave out the part about how she was dead too. Figuratively and literally. Her parents died in a tragic fire at their vacation home in Paris, shortly after finding out about the wicked curse placed on their daughter and the shocking fact that she wanted to keep it. 

      Aubriella didn't know how she was going to explain what happened to everyone, so she impulsively pretended to die alongside her starstruck parents. It was quite easy to trick everyone, her parents strayed away from the wizarding world many years ago. They found it quite horrid, so the muggle police were left to figure out what happened (they didn't) and were stunned. Nobody found her body, and nobody ever would. 

    The police called the case simply just another unexplained tragedy and never looked back at the Langsley family again. Now Aubriella lived alone, in a small town which she would soon be leaving. The people of the town had become weary. Over fifty men had gone missing, and none had been found. Rumors were beginning to spread about how she was a witch and her parents weren't on vacation but were dead. That she murdered them, Aubriella could not have a bunch of angry women with pitchforks burning down her home which is why she was leaving and was heading to the one place where nobody would think her an abomination, well she would be able to blend in better. People would still fear her but, the Wizarding World was far better than where she currently was.

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I know I posted a lot today but still having too many thoughts about this episode so I am repeating some of my posts and others I am adding as a side note. The tune on my head as I am writing the post and what I was reminded of as I watched the episode. Putting everything under the cut.

Tbh, I was kinda expecting Leo and Grimoria to fall before Malcolm and Edgar with the number of scars they had but with this outcome? *chefs kiss* The psychedelic shit that went down in the second half of the episode combined with the first half and it's feels and all the emotional talks were kind of the whiplash I was expecting but not expecting at the same time?

I was not expecting the talk between Leo and Edgar about their sisters and their trauma openly given that Edgar is a very conservative person and doesn't open up that much and the fact that it was implied they might've known each other before the whole circle had formed? I mean, it was a speculation and I may have overshot the time they might've known each other but still, I wasn't also expecting Leo to talk about his trauma so...

Though I kinda also wanted them to talk about that with Malcolm also given that I think he might also need an explanation to all the breakdowns that were going on the end of the second episode, you know but him not knowing also gives an interesting dynamic.

The dynamic between Malcolm and his mother was also an interesting thing to explore, given that Malcolm told that she had a soft corner for him but at the same time I think he underestimated how much she knows about the actual inner dealings of the company and her resistance to give information out that easily? Her asking him to come back into the family was also interesting given the fact that Malcolm had previously mentioned how he was thrown out and will most likely not be welcome back (as Malcom did mention in the episode) Don't worry ma'am, Malcolm wouldn't require the days at all.

Pity we didn't see an interaction between Edgar and his father because we have seen everyone else with their parents/parental figures for a conversation over the course of stuff. But even if psychedelic, I am glad for the sister interaction Edgar got out of it.

Also, wondering how Declan actually escaped the carnage and successfully went back to Serenity without letting it out that the mission went wrong given the way the psychedelics worked... Also is the psychedelics an extension of whatever Calinus tried to do? Was it his legacy?

And the placement of the circle of the Wyrm and it's crime scene was just... *chefs kiss* just the right amount of horror and anticipation and the immediate jump scare of everyone dropping?

I have too many questions and too little answers.

The machine which took Edgar's sister was made years before the war and probably was evolved during the war and used to end it but what actually happens to the people who are hit by the rays? Are they just disintegrated? Disappear and transported? What happened? I have similar question regarding what happened to Leo's sister and friends.

I ALSO NEED MORE INFO ON GRIMORIA'S BACKGROUND!!!!

I wonder how the fallout of this current episode will be for Zora, given that she just lost Declan and now gets to know that the circle of the Wrym is completely dead because of their "expeditions" and two of the Crimson Mirror has also now fallen to this thing. Her worry for the other two when they haven't come back...

I also wonder what will be going on in Grimoria's head as she read Leo's will (which I initially thought to be Edgar's but I won't be surprised if Edgar did leave a will for Grimoria. And Malcolm)

Speaking of, someone should inform Glask about Malcolm's fate? And Edgar's hospital. And Edgar's dad maybe. Maybe Candela takes care of it? Maybe not? But I DO NOT want Grimoria to go back to the Frogs.

Liam, you incredible man, the story may not have been what you set out to tell but it was pure gold and hats off to the rest of the cast for how they went about the whole thing. Alex and his reactions, Imari and his Candelas, Taliesen and his roleplay and Aimee just being Aimee? Chefs kiss.

Thank you for hearing my rant for the day, might catch the 2nd rebroadcast in a few hours and just immerse in it but man I LOVE THIS CIRCLE!

Liam just asking the others to stop helping each other and die was one of my favs of the day! Along with Alex deciding to shoot Malcolm and the honest to god description the whole episode?

I just wanted to see more of Declan and his relationship with the circle even if it is from anecdotes from the circle in itself, maybe an insight into how they got introduced to him but it's fine.

Still want to know how this all ties in with Tide and Bone and really looking forward to the session zero of this circle cuz I WANT SOME QUESTIONS SIRS AND MA'AM!