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zoeykallus · 2 years ago

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Hello, I hope your doing ok! And I love your work with writing. Hopefully your in a good mental health right now cause I got a Agnst request!

So the reader and clone of your choice, have been together for a while and she or he introduces them to there parents. The parents don’t approve because they are clone racist! And would rather her or him be with someone nat born. How would clones react to that?

(Also if you wanna go for the headshot and really spice it up, the reader is pregnant. That gonna be a real messy one! P.s this is for when every you feel like it or get the time. I understand writing is just a hobby and some people can be rude. So when ever you get time or you just don’t wanna do it. That’s cool to. P.s.s I’m still support your blog weather my request gets answered or not. You’re awesome writer!)

Aloha!

Still breathing! Thanks for asking :)) Hope you are doing great!

Oh, that's an interesting idea, one I can actually imagine would be true for some people if it was reality... Let me try my take on this one. I hope you don't mind me leaving out the pregnant part, though, I'd like to focus on the 'racism' part itself.

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - The Worth Of A Clone

Warnings: Angst/Tension/ uhm, Clonecism? (racism)

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Meeting your parents for the first time is excitement enough for your batcher, the whole thing takes a nasty turn when it turns out that your family doesn't have a good opinion of clones, especially when it comes to courting you.

AC:

Keep in mind that I am writing this from my point of view, how I would imagine the situation, and also how I might react. I cannot guess how others would react. Well, I could, but then I would have to have at least ten versions.

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Initial situation (For everyone but Echo): Your batcher and you are invited to dinner at your parents' house. Your parents finally want to meet the man in your life. When asked what your beloved does for a living, soldier for the republic army, the first reaction is restrained but quite sympathetic. When your father makes the joking, casual remark, "At least you're not one of those clones," disaster takes its course.

Hunter

He takes a breath, collects himself, he already feels that the truth will not make him any friends here, but he does not intend to lie.

"I am a clone, not exactly like the others, but I am created in the same way and do more or less the same job".

The looks he earns are at first puzzled and incredulous. Your parents scrutinize him.

Your mother says quietly to your father, "I didn't know there were different ones, he doesn't look like the others".

Your father frowns critically, it takes a while until he finally says something again.

"I can not tolerate this connection, and I certainly can not support it".

The words sound rough and harsh. He seems annoyed, as if you and Hunter had deliberately tried to deceive him.

"With all due respect, your daughter is an adult, we don't need your permission. We're here out of respect and decency."

"Decency," echoes your mother, "How can someone like you talk about decency, you're not even a real person."

Shocked and deeply disappointed, you want to retreat with Hunter. Your parents give you a choice, "Family or clone".

The decision is easy thanks to their disrespectful attitude.

"I'm going with Hunter"

Hunter feels touched, hurt and guilty at the same time. He is overjoyed that you stand by him, despite everything, but he feels guilty because you break with your family because of him.

Echo

From the start, your parents react very dismissively and Echo feels very insecure. He wants to be polite, because after all they are your parents, actually he had hoped to make a good impression. However, he realizes very quickly that clones are not very welcome here, and the fact that he is not even an 'intact' clone anymore makes things even worse.

"A clone, a broken clone, half a droid," your father growls to himself, not even having the decency to address Echo directly.

Your mother stands in the background, not giving Echo a second glance, a steep, stern crease between her brows. When she finally speaks, she sounds reproachful and disappointed.

"How can you do this to us, bringing this thing here?"

Echo says calmly, "I'm not a thing. A clone I am by all means, yes, but a human being nonetheless."

Your father points disparagingly at his prosthetics, "That one doesn't look human."

Echo sighs, he feels anger, but mostly a heavy disappointment and pain over this situation.

"Yes, I lost a few limbs fighting for the Republic. Other soldiers are decorated for that"

"Because they're real human beings," your father rumbles.

"Echo is a real human being!" you exclaim angrily.

It quickly becomes clear that the evening is over. You retreat. You are so sorry for the way things have gone, for the things Echo has had to listen to.

Sitting alone with you in your apartment, Echo says after a while of silence, "They're not wrong about one thing, you deserve better".

When you try to contradict him, he says, "Cyare, I know I'm a good soldier, I'm a real person, whether I'm a clone or half a droid. Still, you deserve better."

You hug him warmly, kiss him and say, "There is nothing and no one I love more, you are wonderful Echo, the best thing that has ever happened to me. What we both have, I will never give up, no matter what anyone else says".

Wrecker

At first, your parents are thrilled with the friendly giant. Especially your father seems pleased with your choice, "A soldier and what a soldier, look at this guy, I don't have to worry if my daughter is protected," he says enthusiastically and shakes Wrecker's hand with pleasure.

Wrecker smiles, very happy to have made a good first impression.

The mood shifts drastically, however, when it is revealed over the course of the evening that Wrecker is a clone soldier, obviously not a regular one, but a clone soldier nonetheless.

Your father sighs and says, "I'm sorry, but I can't condone that."

Wrecker asks in surprise, "Why not? Did I say something wrong? I assure you, I respect your daughter and love her very much."

"That's not the problem, it's more what you are" your mother says.

Wrecker looks at you questioningly, he can tell your heart is sinking right now, you already seem to know where this is going.

"I'm human," he says calmly.

"You're a clone, a copy of a human," your mother says somewhat snidely.

Wrecker blinks, then sighs. He's had this reaction before, only here, and now he didn't really expect it. Somehow he had hoped, or expected, that your family would think like you and be just as wonderful people.

After this evening, Wrecker is very unsettled, but he still behaves calmly. He is afraid that you will end the relationship. His pleased, relieved face when you make it clear to him that you will not be influenced by your parents' opinion is priceless.

He pulls you into his arms and cuddles tenderly with you all evening, incredibly happy that he can be so close to you.

Tech

"That would explain why he talks so pompously, like a droid. He's not a real person at all."

Tech raises his eyebrows in shock. He's used to hostility towards his heritage, but he didn't expect this, sitting at a table with you and your parents.

"Mother!" you exclaim, startled and annoyed.

"It's true, isn't it?" your father says, making a throwaway hand gesture.

Your gaze bounces back and forth between Tech and your parents. You feel ashamed of their behavior and the expression on Tech's face pains you, he looks genuinely surprised and hurt.

Tech clears his throat and says, "I guess I should go, I'm obviously not welcome here."

"We agree on that," your father says.

Tech swallows the comment that's on the tip of his tongue and stands up, still politely indicating a bow as he departs. You grab your jacket and hurriedly follow him, against your parents' calls for you to stay.

Tech looks at you in surprise as you catch up to him and reach for his hand.

"Mesh'la?"

"You didn't think I was just going to let you walk away from me because my parents had a stick up their ass, did you?"

He blinks, then smiles gently.

"I'm honored, my dear, but I don't want you to fight with your family because of me."

You stand on the tips of your toes, and he leans toward you. Gently kissing his cheek, you say, "My beloved, I don't care what they think. Admittedly, I would have been very happy if they had accepted you, but the fact that they don't, doesn't change my feelings for you. I won't turn my back on you".

Crosshair

"At least you're not one of those clones"

Crosshair's gaze moves from your father to you and back again, slowly, with what you realize is a suppressed sigh.

"Well, I'm no ordinary clone, a special version if you will, but a clone nonetheless".

"Can you clones feel anything at all. Can you even love?", asks your mother.

Crosshair says dryly, "I can only speak for myself. Theoretically we are all capable of emotion, I just like it in small doses, however with your daughter I make an exception"

Your parents are not very enthusiastic, neither about him as a clone nor about his dry humor. Crosshair faces a well-known hostility.

The mood is tense, but Crosshair is not the sort to put up with this nonsense. He stands up and says sharply, "The clones are the reason we can sit here at dinner tonight and not be under Separatist rule. But keep being condescending and ignorant, that seems to have gotten you a long way in life."

You also hastily get up, leaving your perplexed parents in the dining room. You follow Crosshair out, hastily quickening your steps to keep up with the strides of his long legs.

"Wait, Crosshair, don't run like that."

He stops, turns around and raises his brows.

"I'm not running, your legs are just too short" he says teasingly, finally smiling at you.

"I'm sorry-"

He raises his hand to interrupt you.

"It's okay, I'm used to this kind of behavior. I was hoping your family would be different, but I'm not exactly shocked that they're not."

He strokes your cheek and says, "It's okay, I don't blame you."

"I don't care what they say or want, I still want to be with you."

He smirks and says, "Of course you do, Kitten"

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p0orbaby · 2 years ago

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summary: you surprise Alicent with a sweet treat

a/n: some Alicent fluff for you all

warnings: mentions of pregnancy

word count: 769

A knock on the door pulled your attention from the book nestled in your palms. Bookmarking the page you set it down on the table by the bed, and removed yourself from the furs to see who was knocking so eagerly.

You opened the door, looking over your shoulder to check that the other occupant of the bed had not been awakened by the loud banging. A slight stir but nothing more. Whoever knocked wouldn’t be getting scolded too harshly today.

“Sorry to bother you Lady Y/N, but Cook told me you requested these to be brought up as soon as they were ready”

“Ah yes, thank you Talya” you said as you took the covered basket from her grasp. “But please, refrain from knocking so loudly. I think I saw the ravens fleeing the rookery at your banging”

“My deepest apologies! I have been told I have a heavy hand and-“

“No need to fret. Just remember next time, for everyone’s sake”

The interaction ended with a polite smile from both parties, and a small click of the door as you closed it behind you.

“You’re too harsh on her” a raspy voice chastised you from the confines of the duck-feather bed.

You sighed defeatedly at the realisation that your bed mate had been disturbed. “Rightly so, she’s woken you up and you need to rest. Growing a babe is hard work”

Alicent lifted herself up onto her elbows, the effort apparent with the way she grunted every other push. Once raised enough, she craned her neck to see out of the window to find a crisp blue sky, the sun high in its rotation.

“By the looks of it, I’ve slept until at least midday already. I will become one with the furs if I lay amongst them any longer”

She tried to swing her legs off of the edge of the bed by herself with no avail. You’d rushed from one side of the room to the other in record time to prevent her moving from her spot. On the way, the basket housed in your hands was discarded so haphazardly on the table, it almost spilled its contents.

“Am I to be confined to the bed now?”

“That would be correct. I forbid you leave it unless there is dire need to do so”

“Well my urge to see what it is you’re hiding in that hamper is dire in my opinion. Whatever is in there smells delightful”

“So stay there then I shall bring them to you. Which was my intention anyhow”

“You’re very stubborn”

“One of my better qualities I hope?”

Alicent scoffed at you as she laid back down. Giving into you wasn’t hard, especially if there was something in it for her.

You perched on the edge of the bed, and opened the cloth lid of the basket slowly, releasing more of the sweet smell you had grown to miss.

“I had Cook make these for you” you said as you passed over her gift. “She wouldn’t let me make them myself so expect them to be terrible”

Alicent placed the wicket on her swollen stomach and looked inside with curious eyes. Yet once she realised what they were, the crease between her brow lifted and was replaced with a wide, toothy smile.

“Are these biscuits?”

“An eastern recipe I was told about when I was last in Meereen. They're mainly made for travel. When merchants and noblemen journey west and the sea air gets cold, and the nights colder, they eat these. They’re full of spices that warm the bones. And because winter is upon the seven kingdoms, I thought these would help”

“Can I really have sweets to break my fast? Maester may have my head”

“It is well past noon and sweets are better than nothing. I’m sure the gods will forgive you”

With your most absolute permission, Alicent reached inside and picked up a sweet treat. They were still warm and it felt pleasant against her skin. With a deep inhale she could indeed smell the spices you talked about.

Her first bite had her moaning. Whether it be from finally eating something or because what she was eating was that good, she didn’t much care. All she knew was that she wanted to keep consuming these until there wasn’t any left.

“The baby definitely likes these”

“Does he now? Well I better let Cook know”

“He? Did you learn the art of foresight in the east too?”

“Not quite” you stated as you placed your hand on her covered bump. “I just have a feeling”

#alicent hightower #alicent hightower x reader #alicent hightower fluff #fluff #drabble

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cleolinda · 2 years ago

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(It might truly not be a perfume)

Not A Perfume Superdose, Juliette Has A Gun (2019)

(newly-arrived “discovery set” sample)

Point the first: I wrote about Not A Perfume (2010) the other day, so this is a comparative follow-up.

Point the second: I think this time it really is just one aromachemical, probably. Maybe two, tops. Three?

The whole premise here is that Not A Perfume was “just” cetalox, and so Not A Perfume Superdose is “just” “more” cetalox. Going back to that Fragrantica article, the one talking about how Not A Perfume is in no way One Single Elegant Base Note and is, in fact, three white musks in a hedione trenchcoat:

Let’s say, if in Not A Perfume, the focus was on the smell of the ambergris block, then the Superdose version pushes it aside and instead of the flying and rather invasive white-flowered hedione, it offers us an even more invasive ambrocenide — a cold, even burning ambergris material. Our bed linen is hung out on the street not in summer, but on a winter morning.

Over to the Perfumer’s Apprentice, ambrocenide: what it do?

Powerful and long-lasting top to base booster; lends power to woody and ambery accords; gives radiance and enhances citrus and aldehydic notes at low use levels; propels musk notes to be perceived in the top notes; gives volume and strength to floral heart notes.

(istg someday I’m just gonna order a vial of Cetalox [or Ambroxan, or WHATEVER] and some perfumer’s alcohol and find out what the Single Elegant Base Note would actually smell like)

So, in practice, what Juliette Had A Gun did was remove the secret additional notes and call it super. Reading the reviews for Superdose, however, you start to understand why the original Not A Perfume was sweetened up with some user-friendly laundry musks in the first place. Over at the Fragrantica user reviews, gone are the pears and the fairies and the ghosts and the blood. Now we get (deep breath)

ambergris, a woodshop, sea salt, animal musk, iso e super, lemon, laundry, spice, pencil shavings, Le Labo’s Another 13, paperbacks, rubbing alcohol, plastic bags, a heater turning on, damp fur, cat urine, vodka, whipped cream, body odor, burning plastic; it’s “peppery and harsh”; it’s “mouthwateringly juicy”; it’s “so disturbingly evil”; “this perfume smells like what doing whippets feels like.”

On me, Superdose smells like dryer sheets. Again. But this time, a used dryer sheet, gossamer thin and clinging to a fluffy towel, so it’s not as overwhelming to me as the original was. Yes: I am possibly the only person on earth who feels less whelmed by Superdose. (This is why I don’t try to officially “review” a fragrance and say it’s definitely good or bad, this or that, because it’s clearly so dependent on skin chemistry, before you even get to personal taste. I can’t judge my dryer sheet against your garbage fire.)

Ironically, it wasn’t the cetalox that bothered me the first time around, but the hedione; Superdose doesn’t have any, so it took a whole hour for the headache to set in this time. Honestly, I would be more likely to wear Superdose again than the original Not A Perfume, I think. I don’t know what it says about me that I got the blandest, goodiest-two-shoes results possible, but… no, actually, that checks out. I almost wish my skin chemistry had produced something edgier, but that’s a monkey’s paw wish if I ever heard one.

(Actually, what I have heard is that Superdose really earns its keep as a base for other perfumes you actually like, especially if they’re weak or wear off quickly. Time to get out the Demeter Fragrance samples, sounds like.)

Also in the Juliette Has A Gun set I got: Vanilla Vibes, Magnolia Bliss, Lipstick Fever, MMMM, Pear Inc., and Lili Fantasy. I’ll intersperse writeups of those, long covid willing, with other fragrances as we go. (I’ve already given Lipstick Fever a quick test, and it was unexpectedly fruit forward.) It’s a total toss-up as to what I’ll post about next, but maybe I’ll switch it up with something I actually wear regularly.

#juliette has a gun #perfume #text post #long post #welcome to hell it’s my blog #perfume discussion #sparkling headache

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triviareads · 2 years ago

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Releases on April 11th

Summary:

In a sequal to Aphrodite and the Duke, Lady Verity Eagleman is experiencing her first season in London with her godmother and her family, the Du Bells. She instantly falls for Dr. Theodore Darrington. Unfortunately, Theodore is the illegitimate son of a Marquess, and doesn't feel like he'll be a suitable spouse for Verity, the daughter of a duke, even as his attraction towards her grows...

My review:

Let me first say that I love this cover, as well as J.J. McAvoy stating right off the bat in an author's note that this is a regency romance with Black aristocracy, because this is fiction. Period. Like, this is all I need and I would love for more authors to write diverse historical romances based on this premise rather than creating some convoluted Bridgerton-esque "love cured racism" plot.

Moving on to the story, I'm a big fan of class differences that result in the hero going like "I'M TOO SCANDALOUS/POOR/LOWLY FOR YOUUUU" and the heroine just refuses to give him quarter and clings on for dear life, which was pretty much the plot here. It was interesting that Theodore admitted his feelings to her pretty much right off the bat, but then backtracks (of course he does lol; because he is, to use his own words, a Bastard). That being said, there doesn't seem to be a whole lot to base their relationship on by the time Theodore tells her he loves her (midway through the book; again, pretty early, and despite him still feeling like he's not good enough for her).

Theodore is a cinnamon role hero. He says all the right things (he outrightly says at a dinner party he believes women have "harsh fates" in that their education is limited and they don't have a choice in marrying), and does all the right things (spending all his money on helping people who cannot afford his treatments). Same for Verity; she doesn't enjoy the Season and all its pretty falsities, and she would rather be studying at university or writing. They are characters that are entirely in line with the modern audience's notion of what is Right, which got a little boring at times.

I think the passion between Theodore and Verity could have been amped up a bit. For example, I really enjoyed their clandestine encounter in Verity's godmother's house and there's a lot of back-and-forth about Theodore being *unsuitable* for Verity. The build-up was great, but the follow-through kiss was anti-climactic. Speaking of which-

The sex:

The sex was low-heat, just a few pages and not very explicit. As I have not read J.J.'s other books, this could just be how she usually writes them. I don't think the heroine is aware of what an orgasm is before she has penetrative sex, nor is she aware of how one becomes pregnant (when he tells her he has to pull out, she doesn't get why).

Overall:

If you like diverse, family-centric stories and romances light on spice, then then I would recommend this book to you. That's not to say this book is low on the drama. There's a lot of familial conflict, ranging from Verity's brother refusing Theodore's suit of her, to the fact that Verity suffers nightmares from past abuse by her stepmother, and the drama of the last several chapters, which I won't spoil here but it was a lot.

This book wasn't personally for me, but I deeply appreciate seeing more people of color on the cover of historical romances, as well as reading POC rep in stories down to their skin color and hair being explicitly described, and I commend J.J. McAvoy for this.

Thank you to Random House Publishing Group and NetGalley for the ARC in exchange for my review.

#netgalley #arc review #J.J. McAvoy #historical romance #arc #romance novel #random house publishing group #ballantine books #jj mcavoy #romance novels

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thewriting-corner · 2 years ago

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Book Review - Of Secrets and Serpents

As you all well know, I have no money, love ARCs and live to support indie authors, so for today’s post I will be reviewing Gabriela Lavarello’s Of Secrets And Serpents, the second book The Raymara Chronicles series. As always, my review will consist of two parts: a short spoiler-free review for those who just want a quick book rec, and a more detailed review kind of more geared to other readers and the author. (Although because the book comes out in a week, I won’t actually use spoilers, just briefly mention certain names and imply certain things)

Enjoy!

This will sound harsh, but I DESPISE sequels. I’ve read so many books and only three make it on the list of valid sequels: Archenemies by Marissa Meyer, The Fire Chronicle by John Stephens, and this one. And not only that, but this book has saved my love for fantasy. Lately I haven’t really enjoyed fantasy books at ALL, but there’s just something about this series - the plot, characters, writing style - that just hits all the right places. Gabriela Lavarello does an immaculate job at showing this stunning world and the trials the characters go through.

We finished the first book in kind of a rough spot for the characters, and this one starts right where we ended while giving us enough context to remember but not so much that it’s boring or dragging. The atmosphere and tone did not change between the first book and this one, which I liked since that’s something I feel that really puts sequels down. And it also did not suffer from middle sagging syndrome!! It’s so common for sequels to fall into the trap of being forced to move the plot along before the next book but not being able to make it too exciting, and this one did not do that. It was a perfect balance of giving us a taste of what’s coming while having its unique story.

The one thing I would criticise (that I also had a very big issue with when I read the first book) is the stakes, or lack thereof. We know very well how dangerous the Red King and Aeden are, and that’s good, but there were so many parts of the book where things could’ve gone wrong and they just didn’t. The plot was too passive at times. Lorian is a master thief, sure, but he has been caught before. Him not getting caught once in this book didn’t sit right to me. It was like the author was afraid to let things go wrong for the characters before the climax. Don’t get me wrong, I was happy to see my favorite characters safe throughout the book, but there were so many opportunities for conflict that went unused and I wasn’t a huge fan of that. Most of the plot moved forward through the characters and their personal development, which great! But it denied the chance for things to go wrong, and I think that’s been an issue since Book 1.

Main Characters: 4/5 (one less for Aeden)

Side Characters: 3/5 I just noticed this, but there’s barely any? I’d say there dynamic-ish characters, but not as well as they could have been given the author’s skill

Spice: 🌶️🌶️ includes two fade-to-black scenes and ocassional, mild cursing

Pacing: 3.5/5 could have gone better, but still good enough to not drop my attention

Writing style: 4.5/5

Plot: 4/5 again, missed some conflict but made up for it in necessary character development

Overall: 4.5/5

Spoilers ahead!

YAY finally I get to mention names. SO, this is where I get ranty. I am SO done with Aeden. If she wasn’t likable in Of Liars and Thieves, I don’t even know how to describe her in this book. It’s implied many times that she’s under the influence of the Red King, but so many of things she does really can’t be blamed on him. I have a bad feeling she will be forgiven by the end of the series, and if that’s the case I expect her to have an earth shattering character development and to NOT end up with Tedric. She has mistreated him, both physically and emotionally, and if she were a man I know her crimes would not be tolerated as much as they are just because she’s a beautiful woman. IF she must be forgiven, I hope they make her grovel for it.

Tedric, my dearest knight in shining armor. If there’s a character that has been shattered in the span of a thousand pages, it’s this poor man. I’m glad he gets reunited with old friends because the direction he’s headed is not a good one. I sense a slight shift in his hero journey towards the direction of a corruption arc and I’m all for it. Tedric deserves some fun and payback after so many characters have convinced him to [SPOILERS] sleep with [ehem] for information. It’s not fair. He’s literally being gaslighted by every single character around him. Judging by where his character stood at the end of the book, the natural progression is him going bad and his friends having to hold him back, and honestly, you go king. We all deserve a Corrupt Tedric so long as he doesn’t go Aeden type evil.

Krete is great as well, but seeing as he barely gets any page time this go around, there’s not really much to say.

Finriel is so amazing I have no words to describe how much I enjoyed reading her character this book. She’s grown so much in this book, and it was SO. WELL. DONE. Her voice is so clear all throughout the book and it’s so refreshing to see a character (1) not lose or completely change over a love interest and (2) not fall apart during the second book. It’s so much easier to have the characters act unlike themselves in a second book to create drama and plot, but Finriel GROWING while continuing to have that slightly closed off heart throughout the book was *chef’s kiss* perfect. She truly is one of the best written characters I have ever read in a fantasy book. I can’t wait for what comes next in her story. Finger’s crossed that is’s a corruption arc so she and Tedric can burn the world down while Lorian cheers his besties on.

Last but not least, the most iconic thief in all of modern fantasy (sorry Kaz Brekker, make way), LORIAN. His character development has been so beautiful to watch and him opening up to Finriel is the best thing to happen to modern fantasy/sci-fi/spec since Emperor Kai literally changed the course of history for Cinder not even knowing if he’d ever see her again. I cannot explain to you how much I love this man. Again, I wish he’d gotten in a lot more trouble than he did considering he was incredibly reckless in this book, but I’m hoping his good luck won’t last that long. And again, I like seeing my favorite characters safe but it’s stops being realistic when he does SO many things that should get him in trouble and nothing happens except a little scare.

Overall, this was an amazing book and so unlike any other fantasy book out there. The concept is similar to, well, any fantasy but the execution of it is so incredibly well done that the result is probably one of the best books I’ve read in a while. Really, props to Lavarello because she continues to do an amazing job with this series and I can’t wait for what comes next.

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jcmarchi · 9 months ago

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Dune: Awakening Preview - Spicing Things Up - Game Informer

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Dune: Awakening Preview - Spicing Things Up - Game Informer

With some unbelievable heat surrounding the Dune franchise following last weekend’s release of the critically acclaimed Dune: Part Two, Conan Exiles developer Funcom provided a huge update for its anticipated MMO, Dune: Awakening, during a livestreamed Dune Direct today. Last week, Funcom and Warner Bros. invited me to the Warner Bros. studio lot in Burbank, California for an advance Dune Direct and Dune: Part Two screening. While I entered this event lukewarm on the Dune franchise, I emerged enamored with the film and excited about the promises being made by the game.

Dune: Awakening is an MMO that uses the survival genre as its starting point. Players set out in Arrakis’s harsh, unwelcoming environment in an alternate timeline separate from the films. While finding refuge, crafting resources, and, perhaps most importantly, water are your top priorities initially, as you progress to the experience’s later stages, the Dune series’ political aspects step into the forefront.

Amassing political power is one possible endgame, but not the only one. Funcom hopes to create a sandbox experience where players can choose their own path, even if the title was designed with the series’ political intrigue as a main underpinning of the late-game portions. For example, one player may want to become a scouter who maps out the world and then sells those maps to other players, while another might want to become an in-game architect who uses the in-game marketplace to sell blueprints of buildings to other players.

“We took what we started with in Conan Exiles – our other survival game – we brought that over, then we started to add to it,” creative director Joel Bylos said in the Dune Direct. “We’ve now created a system for co-op building, where you can place out holograms, and other players can fill them in, so you work with your friends to build bases. You can also save your bases, like an architectural blueprint, that you can then sell to other players on the Exchange, or you can give to your friends if you make something cool.”

Dune: Awakening features what they call “Combined Arms,” giving players the option of using melee, ranged, and abilities. While conventional means like sniper rifles and swords may feel in line with what a lot of MMOs and action titles offer, you can also attend the Great Schools and learn special abilities like Voice from the Bene Gesserit Sisterhood, allowing you to compel your enemies to obey your commands.

And, of course, it wouldn’t be Dune without the iconic sandworms. These mammoth beasts serve as a tension mechanic in Dune: Awakening. You cannot hurt or defeat them, but what you can do is expect them. “We wanted you to be really worried every time you walk on the sand, so you really need to think about what you’re doing,” Bylos said in the video. “The only thing you can do is avoid the sandworms. So, you craft yourself a Thumper and place it out to distract a sandworm, maybe use it to lure a sandworm onto some friends of yours.”

Perhaps one of the most innovative ways Dune: Awakening leverages the desert setting of Arrakis is through its Shifting Sands mechanic. Within the massive PvP area, each week, the Coriolis Storm sweeps through and changes the entire landscape. This also means players will need to be strategic about where they build their bases, but they can also use bases that aren’t long for this world to their advantage.

“There are good place to build and bad places to build,” Bylos said during a group Q&A session. “They have this thing called the Shield Wall, and outside the Shield Wall is the deep desert. The deep desert is where the Coriolis Storms hit their strongest effect and will just destroy everything – and I mean everything. Inside the Shield Wall is a safe place where you can build; it diminishes the force of the storms. What I expect to happen is – we put very valuable things in the deep desert – and […] what I’m expecting is that players use the blueprint system to take a copy of their buildings, they take them out with them, the set up logistics bases in the deep desert with the knowledge that those things are gonna get wiped every week. And then they have their home, they keep that decorated and nice, but they’re continually going out to compete with other people over the big spice blows in the deep desert and compete for harvesting operations.”

All of the footage shown during the Dune Direct looks promising, consisting of high-fidelity graphics and compelling gameplay set within the Dune universe. However, though the game has been running closed betas for a while now, the team does not currently have a window for when the game will be released. If you’d like to take part in the upcoming Closed Betas, you can head to the official Dune: Awakening website.

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capsensislagamoprh · 9 months ago

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Christophe Giacometti was a fey of spring. As he walked a lovely breeze backed by the every illusory images of slowly growing plants blooming artfully behind him when he smiled enchanted and beguiled. He could hear his mentor's voice echoing lightly in his ear, a whisper of understanding that had haunted him when he was young.

"Anything that’s flawless is false. We are beautiful, my dear, not because we have no scars. We are beautiful because we refuse to be defined by them."

And that, Christoph thought, was the problem. Victor had no scars. Non on his heart, non on his body, even his head was an easily repairable lace, every hole simply a new pattern of frost and elegance. But Christoph knew better. Somewhere inside his friend was a longing. Something he was slowly becoming more jealous of. Which might explain why he'd done what he did.

Everyone knew you did not take Samhain away from Beltane.

Yet he'd found a way. Victor found a way. And now everything was moving off kilter. The dance, the song, they were devouring the Dream, taking to much and giving to little. Christoph needed to know what he could do. Frankly, he was inclined to figure out what actually fueled the Ice King's ambition and art; that which turned his mere survival into living; but he knew that it would not be in the land of Dreams. They'd lived there to long, explored to many forbidden places for it to be missed by there vigilant eyes.

Sighing, Christoph pulled out his emerald stick pin, it's cut allowing the gem to sparkle as if haloed. Once it was placed in his grey suit neatly pinstriped in a delicate pink, he looked about. Seeming to bend to flick dust off his fashionable, highly polished shoes, Christoph looked around. No one was near by. Good. Standing, he slipped thrugh the door that didn't really exist in a wall that had no reason to be so mundane when it contained something so fancy.

The chancery flickered into existence, its elegance coming from simplicity and warmth of wood. There were splashes of color, flowers in constant bloom out of season, fires blooming in small braziers, there sparks illuminating a glowing joy. As Christoph moved thrugh the great room, the baelfire blazing with sparks of pink, green, and summer blue, feed glamour into the room. His presence caused it to blaze a little higher, the scent of melting snow and fresh breezes filling the room more than before.

"Ah, there you are!" Emil smiled, his arms wide for a hug. "I heard you were back in the real! What brings you this time?"

Christoph returned the embrace, taking in the softness of the autumn sidhe shirt and earthy summer smells. "I came to help the Ice King," he said in lilted English.

"Oh? Well, that's interesting. I think I'll need the full story. Come on. I have some Estonian delicacies here. You have to try the this new braze. We put the pork in an apple cider, soak it in the favors, then spice it before it is prepared. Little potato, little bread. Marvelous!"

"Kail?"

Emil looked aghast, "As if I would not have such at my table!"

Christoph followed Emil to the private chambers, feeling some sort of tension leave him as a tankard was put in his hand. Admiring the fine crystal after several long droughts, Christoph lowered himself into a plush, fur draped chair. He watched as Emil served him up a hearty portion, then sat back considering the spring sidhe. "You look younger than last time. Care to tell me what took away your years?"

Christoph looked away, then sighed deeply, letting his posture laps into something of a draped recline. "His dream is starting to crack." Emil was silent, listening. The lack of judgment or harsh questions was one of the reasons it was so easy to talk to this autumn noble. The material realm had grounded him in a way those from the dreaming could never manage. It was like the Hero's quiet understanding. He never knew how important that was until he felt the silence wait for him, gentle and nonjudgmental.

After another swallow of his drink, he continued. "The issue is to deep for me to handle alone. I've been seeing the signs for some time. I just didn't think it would cause such a disaster."

Emil sipped his kail, watching with his world worn eyes. The sparkle in them was subtle, the dream holding him steady, in the background. "May I ask..?" He stopped, waiting for Christoph's nod before he continued. "Dose this have to do with why the power didn't transfer on Samhain?"

Christoph grimaced. "Probably. I'd say chances are high."

"That's a big issue. The world suffers from the constant drive to create. Resources are not unlimited here. Soon they will pull from the dream directly to continue making. This world needs rest. It needs to reset."

Christoph groaned, throwing a leg over the arm of his seat. "There is no way to sugar coat it." Pausing, hoping a held breath would make it the words appear with out his having to put voice to them, he pouted a frown. There was no use. He'd have to say the words. "Yuri is missing. Before you say 'send the Hero', he's missing too."

Emil set his glass down carefully. "Explain 'missing'."

"I think Victor's dream lured him to the real. The part of him that's missing - we looked for it everywhere. I thought it might be some nymph, or some other fey. A plant even. But it wasn't. We couldn't find it. And he couldn't go to the material world on his own - " "Naturally," Emil nodded.

"Naturally," Christoph echoed. "None of the fey kings can open the Hedge Gates." He could see Emil understand.

"Except on Beltane and Samhain."

"And as it was not yet those times, he took the Hero with him, used his connection as The Unseelie to open them, and Victor being Victor..."

"He got full of the wonder of winter? Made some foolish choices like a kid on fresh ice?"

"He didn't even check to see if it was thin. Just went thrugh. Before he could be stuck on the other side, the Hero did what he does, and -"

"He got stuck here. In the Real?"

Christoph nodded, his pout taking on the real curves of a frown.

"If you are also missing Yuri, is it possible he went looking? Drawn to the dance?"

"No. He... immolated."

Emil blinked. Looking about, he reached for the pitcher and refilled their glasses, wondering if he'd need something stronger. "So, you have him?"

"He... didn't reappear in the Dream."

Emil sat his untouched glass down. "What sacrifice did the Hero make? Where? Was he near dream, or was he ... still in the Real?"

Christoph rubbed his face, moving the youthful flesh in swirls. "I think ... I fear he was in the real." A sharp intake of breath told him Emil understood the import of those words. He'd expected no less. As one of the rare sidhe who survived the sundering in the material realm, he was uniquely qualified to understand the danger the Dream was in. A sidhe of any sort tormented by the real, dead in the real, could very well be unmade to the point of never having been.

The Dream would not tolerate that vacancy. It would replace him, and it would not care who it chose. The most Unseelie of them all would take the position. The last Unseelie was a horrid monster made of nightmares and torture. It was born of torment and depravity that sent shock waves thrugh the realms. There was no way to stave it off until an entire existence was wiped out. That had been the when the Hero had taken his true form. He'd always been there, a quiet presence, saving with out reward, chivalric to a fault. Everyone had assumed he was seelie, sluagh, and a fool. In truth, he'd been scheming to take down the Devourer, that self righteous poison who ruled Samhain.

Emil had been a young thing back then. He'd not known what it had all meant when the Hero sunk his sword into the dark king's neck, ripping out his heart with his own brutal grip. When the Dream shattered the corps, spreading it's ash thrugh its lands, the dreams seemed to settle, regain color. They grew anew, and sprang forth growth as the Hero took the heart and buried it in the Farmer's Field. From it a single bloom began to grow, to glow with the first rays of spring sun.

The Hero turned to go, expecting no reward. Emil had wondered what house he belonged to. He would like to be so noble too. But the Hero had no house. He simply respected death, knowing it was part of who he was. He would not run from it. He would not pretend that the cost of living was to be reborn. And as the flower bloomed into the beauty of Beltane, Samhain settled on his shoulders like a mantel. He froze in place - really all of the Dream seemed to freeze - as the pale, slender hand reached up from its cover of dirt, touching his own dark skin. When he turned, Emil swears he could feel something click into place. The keepers of the Gates had changed, and with it the Dream.

If they didn't get the Hero back, the balance that was there, delicate as Beltane appeared outside and the insides of Samhain actually were, would be at risk. They already were. "Do any of the Arcadian sidhe know where the oracle is?"

"Only myself."

"You, my dear Lord Giacometti, are more here than you are there. Don't denigh what you know in your heart."

Christoph's lips twisted into a small smile. "Until this is fixed, one way or another, I belong no where. None of us do."

"Well then," Emil smiled, "Let's see the oracle, shall we?" Rising, he held out his hand, helping the spring fey up before leading him down the winding paths of mirrors to the hidden profit.

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18

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achillea-astro · 2 years ago

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Astro Notes #1 🌤

🌤The house the lord of the sign your Chiron is in is in what part of life your trauma originated in, while the house Chiron itself is in is where the effects of the trauma show up. Example 1st House Chiron in Aries, where Mars is placed in the 3rd House. The trauma originated from siblings, extended family (aunts, etc), elementary school, or your childhood neighbourhood, and it affected your identity, sense of self, or your physical body. (the signs of each would give a better picture of how exactly the traumatic incidents went down. like id imagine with aries involved there might be something about embracing the native’s individuality, and with mars in the 3rd it might be form fighting with siblings)

🌤 The Moon in a harsh aspect with the Saturn could be at risk for developing body image issues, especially when the Sun is connected somehow is involved somehow (by connections to the Sun’s domicile lord, connections with the Sun as a domicile lord, or by aspects to the Sun).

🌤 Aries Venus have senses of style people love I keep seeing, and to me it’s because the Aries adds its bold individuality to Venus’s sense of beauty, making looks that are incredibly unique and hard to miss. It reminds me of the whole “you’re the most beautiful when you’re being yourself/confident in being yourself”

🌤 Speaking of Aries Venus, Venus doesn’t really like being in signs ruled by Mars (Scorpio and Aries) but I feel like Mars and Venus have a very delicate relationship. Venus in either of those signs can bring an extra spice that has a lot of positive outcomes, but the nature of Mars is volatile so if Mars is badly situated it’s contact with Venus can be catastrophic. But when Mars is positively situated it balances and energizes Venus instead of destroying her. Those two together are a sort of high-risk, high-reward deal.

🌤 The negative significations of Scorpio placements always seem to be related to situations with the native’s mother..?? I just keep seeing it pop up.

🌤 Mutable signs can be late bloomers in a lot of things because they can’t decide what to focus on. Fixed signs want to maintain what they got, Cardinal signs are good at starting, but Mutable signs are in this fluxuation of starting, stopping, changing. That can be hard to stick with anything long enough to build skills. Cardinal signs are also guilty of this because they’re good at starting but not maintaining, but sometimes a Mutable sign won’t even start, they’ll just observe and ponder. Cardinal signs at least try it out first.

#astroblr #astro notes #traditional astrology #astro observations #astrology #astrologer #astronotes #moon square saturn #moon opposing saturn #chiron #aries venus #scorpio venus #scorpio

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wheelsup · 3 years ago

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kissing lessons

summary: one of your classic movie nights with spencer turns into a learning opportunity

A/N: this is really fluffy, but the whole story centers around kissing. use your own judgement! i’d say it’s at worst 16+

category: spencer reid x gn!reader, fluff (with a bit of spice) best friends to lovers (sorta)

warnings: just kissing, a brief implication at the end

word count: 3k

Occasionally, the team will spend an extra night in their hotel before heading home from a case. Be it due to poor weather conditions, or the fact that your case wrapped in the dead of night, the reasons for flying don’t ever matter. Because the majority of the times when you have to stay that extra night, you and Spencer have sleepovers.

The routine is pretty much the same. You’ll stock up on gas station snacks – sour peach rings for Spencer, salted microwave popcorn for you – and reconvene in one of your hotel rooms. Preferably, whichever of you got the better deal that week – a bigger tv, a room further away from the ice machine. And you’d rent the cheapest movie available on-demand, the options spanning from low-budget sci-fi to poorly written rom-coms. That night, the viewing fell under the latter category.

Spencer perched at the foot of your bed with both feet tucked under his legs, criss-cross style, while you laid against the headboard to watch. Every now and then, you tossed out your commentary and he’d ignore it. He always says you’re too critical of movies and you’re of the belief that he’s too forgiving.

“I don’t think they should end up together,” you mumbled, words slurring around your mouthful of popcorn. You pulled a face right as the movie approached the romantic climax, after spending the past ninety minutes actively rooting against the couple. Spencer ignored you, pretending to be engrossed in the movie to spite your disparagement of it. “They both suck.”

You groaned, slumped further against the pillows, and shoved your sock-clad toes under Spencer’s left thigh in a call for attention. He jumped at the intrusion, but ultimately, your efforts were futile.

And then the big kiss commenced, and your booing finally piqued his interest. “Gross! I feel bad for people who kiss like that.”

A small bell went off in his head and he took a curious glance at you over his shoulder.

“What do you mean?” he asked. He stopped chewing and the piece of candy in his mouth pushed out his cheek, giving him an adorably innocent look. His brows scrunched in the middle and his nose had a tiny crinkle in it, utterly confused.

You scoffed and matched his expression. “Are you serious?” You jerked your head in the direction of the television and Spencer whipped his head back, squinting. He couldn’t figure out what you were pointing out, what it was that was so obviously wrong to you. “Spencer, he’s swallowing her chin!”

Oh. He hadn’t noticed.

Feeling dumb, he muttered, “I thought that’s how you’re supposed to kiss…” It wasn’t the deepest confession to admit to you that he lacked some knowledge when it came to kissing, but he still refused to look at you as he said it.

“Spencer, please tell me you haven’t been kissing people like that.” You narrowed your eyes at the back of his head, sitting up straighter in bed. He shrugged and lowered his head, focusing on his snack as his fingers dug into the packet of gummy rings in his lap.

He popped another piece into his mouth, pretending to be occupied with eating so as to avoid your prying. “I dunno.”

It didn’t occur to you until that moment that Spencer might have learned everything he knows about kissing – among other things – solely through watching movies. How else could he look at that and think it’s normal? And you’re left wondering if he’s ever even practiced it with another living human. He clearly didn’t want to talk about it, but unfortunately, that only heightened your interest. You had to know.

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” You kept your voice low, your tone implying that you were ready to exchange this secret with him. You wouldn’t judge him if he admitted he hadn’t.

He scoffed loudly, and though you couldn’t see his face, you’re positive he rolled his eyes too. “Yeah, of course.” Then quietly, he added on, “But it was only like… for four seconds.”

You nodded thoughtfully, considering how this new piece of information adjusted your existing view of Spencer. For some reason, you couldn’t tell if you actually expected him to be experienced or not.

He didn’t exactly scream that he’d… gotten around, for lack of better words, but you’re still surprised to learn that he’s barely done it at all. You supposed he was objectively cute, that maybe you could see it if he weren’t your best friend. And yeah, he’s a little awkward, but he’s smart and kind, so he has three great things going for him, and you’re surprised more people haven’t swooped him up yet.

Your lips curled down in thought, brows raised in curiosity. “And was it good?” It was a genuine enough question, because you’ve never really thought about Spencer Reid and kissing in the same sentence before. As it turned out, there was a lot of missing information relating to those two things.

“I don’t know! I didn’t get, like, a feedback form,” he grunted, angling his shoulder even further away from you. If you could’ve seen him, you’d notice his face boiling and turning red with heat. All this inquiring made him think harder about his … talents … than he’s ever had to before, and he’s not a fan.

You were prepared to do some more digging when the slump in his back made you feel a tinge of guilt. It was your fault he looked so defeated. You pressed too hard, disregarding his boundaries just because you wanted to know more. And now, he was wondering if there was something wrong with him, because you wouldn’t leave it alone.

He barely noticed as you swung your feet from under his thigh and rocked onto your knees, leaning forward to nudge his shoulder with your palm. It hauled his attention out of his thoughts and back into the room. You wanted to apologize, but instead you settled with “I’m sure you’re fine, Spence.”

He nodded unconvincingly. By the glow of the screen, you could see he was still gnawing on the inside of his cheek, focusing his eyes as he played with a loose hangnail on one of his fingers. It made you feel even worse. “Are you actually worried about it?” you asked, laden with concern.

“What if I am bad at it?” He whispered, like saying it too loud would make it true. “And that’s why it’s only happened once?”

A large exhale puffed out of your nose as you weighed your options.

You could go back to your original plan and apologize for setting him down this path of doubt. But that wouldn’t do anything to stop him from worrying, anyway. You could tell him there’s no correlation between the way he kisses and how frequently it’s happened; that you’re sure the reason isn’t because he’s bad. But you don’t know that for sure.

So, fuck it, you thought, grabbing a fistful of his pajama shirt and tugging him closer to you roughly, pressing your lips onto his.

This way, you’d at least have an informed opinion to be able to tell him if he was good or bad.

His lips were softer than you expected – not that you’d thought about them often, they’re just impossibly softer than they look – and invitingly warm. But they were completely stiff.

You could tell he was trying to kiss you back by the way his mouth ferociously moved over yours. He was trying to be a passionate, engaged partner, but he forgot about the aspect of tenderness.

His lips felt like two solid objects just sliding around on your face. They didn’t move in any sort of accordance with yours. There was no push and pull, your lips didn’t mesh perfectly together to form a solitary unit as they moved in unison.

It felt more like his lips were your opponent, putting up an attack and defense play against the actions of your own.

You pulled away, resisting a giggle at his bewildered face. “You’re not so terrible,” you swipe the corner of your mouth, smudged with Spencer’s flavored chapstick, “But it could use some work.”

He was at a loss for words, mouth gaping open as his eyes darted around the room and all over you. Maybe he’d find an explanation for what just happened carved into the walls somewhere or written across your forehead.

What happened was that you kissed him. And he was a little bit bad. Simple as that.

“I-I wasn’t ready!” he stammered, chucking up his hands defensively. He’d process the fact that he’d just made out with his best friend at a later time, right now the bigger concern was the slight cringed look on your face. He sulked and folded his arms.“What was so bad about it?”

“Well,” you scratched the back of your ear, trying to gauge if he’d react well to getting some advice, “my first tip would be to relax your lips.”

“Okay, I can do that.”

“And don’t think too hard. You should react to what’s happening in the moment, not worrying about what your next move is gonna be.” You could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to envision what that would play out like in a real situation. “You wanna try again?” you offered, figuring he’d learn much faster if he was more hands-on about it.

He nodded, and you leaned in close, waiting for him to go for it. His heart quickened under the pressure of performance, eyes screwing shut as he closed the gap. His mouth smashed into yours as he dove in hard. It was toeing on the side of too harsh, but you let that one slide in hopes it was just a byproduct of his nerves.

You had to tap his knee to remind him to relax, and he loosened some of the tension he had in his lips. He slotted his between yours, allowing them to be pliable to your movements and remembering to react, not plan.

He moved his mouth leisurely against yours, trying to match your pressure and pacing. They actually started moving in time with yours at some point. The kiss took on a shape of its own as he started getting out of his head, letting himself enjoy the kiss for what it was in that exact moment.

It was already better than before. Leaps and bounds better. But then he tried to deepen it, building on its intensity but adding more… something into it. You couldn’t even tell what it was he was trying to do.

“Okay, second tip…” you inhaled sharply, pushing him off of you with a palm against his chest. Whatever it was, it needed to stop. “You kinda do this thing like… where you’re blowing air into my mouth?” You scrunched your nose, punctuating your dislike. “That feels weird. Don’t do that. If anything, do the opposite.”

“I’m supposed to suck the air out of your mouth?” His face contorted, voice already slightly exasperated. He barely understood what the air thing was that you claimed he did. He didn’t realize in the process of trying to add pressure to the kiss, he was just forcibly blowing against your mouth.

“Not literally, no.” You laughed a little, rubbing your palm in a comforting pattern on his chest.”But you can use your lips to suck on mine, or my tongue… just nothing involving the exchange of breath. We’re not in CPR training.”

He eased up a little with your joke, adjusting to your advice he gave it another try. After a few moments, he latched onto your bottom lip with his own, sucking it softly into his mouth. “Yeah, like that,” you mumbled against him, voice pitching high in encouragement. He sucked on it with a little more greed, holding it for a second, then eased up, varying the pressure of his movements just like you did before.

You made a mental note to praise him for that at a later time, deciding to instead part your lips to see if he’d venture into further experimentation.

He caught on quickly. He parted them further, prodding his tongue against them as you opened to allow him entry. Just as you started to really enjoy it, he ran his tongue over the inside of your mouth, moving it fast and roughly like he was a washing machine.

“Stop,” you grimaced, tearing away quickly. You had to swipe your hand over your mouth to get rid of the excess saliva that really shouldn’t have been an issue in the first place, given how brief the frenching was. “Your tongue is way too aggressive.”

Overwhelmed, he tilted his head to the ceiling and let out a frustrated grunt, slapping his hands down to the top of his thighs.

There were too many factors to worry about. He had no idea how you looked at him with a straight face and told him not to think too much when there were a million things he needed to remember all at once; he needed to vary his moves to keep it interesting, but make sure he’s not ruining the flow by changing things up too much, and to be gentle but not timid.

All of this was second nature to you, but it was brand new to Spencer. Could you really blame him for not getting the hang of it right away? You decided to stop your list of critiques short for this round to spare him. He’d get there eventually, but not if he felt discouraged too soon.

“I don’t see why people like it in the first place,” he huffed, his head returning to it’s normal posture. In Spencer’s eyes, there truly wasn’t any appeal to kissing with tongue; it looked sloppy and unnecessary, and as you’d just confirmed, it actually was.

You thought about his statement for a second. There’s a certain allure to it, and you didn’t know how to describe it to him. So instead you cupped his cheeks in both your palms and slid your mouth over his again. As his jaw slacked its tension, you slowly pushed your tongue past his lips and gently pressed it against his own before swirling them together.

You sighed softly into his mouth, running your fingers through his hair and tugging carefully at the ends. He made a small noise against you, something like a whimper, and you swallowed the vibrations of it. As you retreated, you captured his bottom lip between your teeth and gave it a light, teasing tug. You soothed it again with your lips before releasing it, a proud giggle forming in your chest as Spencer chased after your lips as you broke apart.

“That’s why.” You smirked at the dazed look on his face. His eyelids remained closed longer than necessary, still feeling the ghost of your mouth on his and a tingle where your fingers were in his hair.

“Oh.” His voice came out meek as he slowly came back to reality, brows wrinkling up his forehead as he opened his eyes.

He put both his palms down on the mattress, one laying flat on either side of you, and dove forward to resume the kiss right where you left it. A surprised squeak left you as his mouth collided with yours with an insatiable hunger. You brought one hand back to his hair, and he was a goner.

He unfolded his legs from under himself and shuffled onto his knees, following his hands until he practically crawled into your lap. Each of his legs hooked onto either side of your thighs as he hovered over your lap, leaning his body entirely into yours.

The physics of it didn’t hold up; he’s taller than you are, and his chest was too heavy for you to carry. The balance was off center and it sent you tumbling back onto the mattress, bringing him down with you until his chest laid on yours.

It was the perfect force – the weight of him on top of you. He tasted like peach candy and sour sugar, and you found yourself craving more of it.

You shuffled higher up the mattress, giving him space to stretch out his body as he followed yours. One of his hands found your waist, gripping tightly, while he placed the other on the mattress beside your head, using it to steady himself. Sliding your legs out from under him, you wrapped them on the outside of his hips, using them to pull him closer down to you.

It only broke off in moments when both of you absolutely needed to get air, gasping as you pulled apart for brief reprieve before colliding again. He followed every word of your advice, getting better with each passing second until he exceeded expectations by leaps and bounds.

Your fingers weaved through his hair, passionately tugging the wavy strands to angle him against you and igniting his nerves under your touch. A soft moan leaves him and you’re encouraged to tighten your grip on them. His hips bucked reactively at the sensation, and he quickly pulled back, a slight embarrassment creeping up his cheeks. He got too carried away.

You took in his flushed face and swollen, kiss-bruised lips. They’d turned a shade of red brighter than you’ve ever seen them, and it was all you could do not to dive for them again as his tongue sweeped over them, soothing the burning heat you’d left on them.

Before he could apologize for his eagerness, you nudged your nose against his, your smile skimming against his lips. “So what else don’t you know how to do?”

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centrally-unplanned · 2 years ago

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Speaking of Anime Discourse ,Trixie/The Golden Witch, formerly Digibro, retired from Youtube last week. For most people this is just an obit for a long-gone career - Trixie’s videos haven’t been reaching audiences for years now. Extremely happy she is moving on; in the ‘goodbye’ video its harsh to watch how much discussion of money is the focus of the long downward spiral. Which is not a criticism, paying bills is good, but its obvious that 95% of the actual drive for making anime videos vanished, replaced with whack-a-mole attempts to chase the ghost of lost glories from ~2017. Real “Romanov-adjacent in 1920′s Paris, bedecked in whatever furs and jewels fit in the suitcase lugged onto the last steamer out of Petrograd, smoking away the years at the Ritz bar awaiting the inevitable Restoration” vibes, even down the mismatched furs. It was never going to work, primarily because it never works for almost anyone and the lack of passion is openly transparent. Absolutely quit, there is nothing for you here, I hope you go be happy.

Though it is funny to hear a decade+ YouTuber discuss subscriber counts like they are meaningful metric, like she needed to ‘recapture’ an audience that is still there due to a 300k subscriber count. Those account aren’t real, if your videos are getting 3k views its because the ‘active’ accounts ditched, all that is left are dead emails & spambots juicing a number. Another ghost from the past, hard to admit that the one thing you do have means nothing. I am not trying to roast here, I just don’t want to pretend that this whole process wasn’t a negative thing. Her trajectory in life was tragic, and it was painful to watch.

At least she admitted she got ridiculously addicted to weed for a time there, heartening for the obvious to finally be acknowledged.

Still for how sad the last chapter was, as Digibro Trixie was one of the most influential anime YouTubers to ever do it. Youtube has era’s, and starting in like ~2014 there was a big upswing in higher-effort ‘analytical’ videos, and Digi was absolutely a leader of the pack the anime space. She brought the caustic, humor-laden but actually-substantiative analytical style of Red Letter Media to the anime sphere and blended it with gonzo-inflected, despair-laden personal rants. The peak of her legacy is of course turning the tide on Sword Art Online, which was an immensely popular anime in 2012 but Digi’s viral 2014 review started a floodgate of counter-appraisals in the western fandom such that a few years later liking SAO was the hipster stance. Pedantic Romantic even documented the ‘digi effect’ on SAO & the fandom in a video, which is exactly the kind of investigative journalism we need more of.

At the time Digi spawned waves of imitators and also was the center of a crew of other creators, people like Endless Jess & Best Guy Ever, she was a member of the PCP crew, and there were others less directly connected but still strongly influenced like Steak Bentley, who’s video on Cowboy Bebop & the West is still one of my absolute favourites. Digi was really good about highlighting other interesting anime YouTubers and giving you an idea of what could be out there, being responsible for half of their viewership, and through that building a sense of community.

Of course I chose those specific names tactically - they are mostly gone now. Some off the internet entirely, others occasionally appearing once a year with a tweet or a video, others pivoting to video games or Twitch streaming, etc. Just like that era of YouTube is now gone, Anime YouTube still exists of course, but it isn’t just the names that have changed; the content, the style, the market, expectations, all moved on. Even Trixie’s later content showed that, making fun of the depression-inflected rage she used to exhibit at properties like High Guardian Spice, because while rage-merchants are a thing on Youtube, oh for sure they are a thing, its now its own thing, not part of the analytical-emotional melting pot in the same way anymore (and pretty inextricably tied to politics). And we are in the golden era of western creators doing serious dives into production histories, industry reporting, etc, but that's too serious, there is also no place for Digi there either.

Or I am wrong, and I just don’t know the new generation doing it out there. Would love to see them. From my vantage point, Anime YouTube’s “Gonzo” era is over, and Digi was the center of it. Maybe itll come back. But its certainly over for Trixie, and I am glad she is finally letting the ghosts fizzle out in the wires of the internet in peace.

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luminberry · 2 years ago

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Secret Ingredient

Pred Zeke and prey Jasper lol, brain really really wanted some unaware vore and this was cooked up shortly after with @stuffems and several others, Jaspers the prey cause who doesnt wanna nom the cute lad?

It was late in the evening, if you could call it that nowadays in Nevada. Jasper was moving happily around the kitchen finishing up the last few touches on dinner for the crew. The M4g dinners were already finished up thank god, so all that was left was to call everyone else in to grab a bite to eat.

Since it was near the end of the month and the deliveries were scheduled to come by first thing in the morning, Jasper elected to make some of his homemade chili with what was left in the stores to clear a bit more space and give everyone something delicious to look forwards to. He even had enough to make a few batches of cornbread for the few that liked that sort of thing, he grinned to himself knowing one of his boyfriends Zeke, seemed damn near insatiable around the stuff.

Putting away the leftover spices and setting the dishes off to the side for the kitchen staff to handle afterwards, something caught Jaspers eye amongst the copious little containers he was set to store away.

"Hm? What's this now..Ah don't remember takin this one out before..Don't look like somethin Ah'd use."

A small jar of what looked like fine pinkish sugar sat out of place amidst the containers of chili and garlic powders. Curious about what it could be he sat it off to the side as he poured himself a bowl, head turning towards the open hall where Zeke and a few others hung out waiting for dinner to be called.

"Zeke, dinners ready! Mind tellin everyone while Ah finish up in here real fast?"

"Sure thing darlin, leave it ta me! Ya made yer cornbread too right?"

"Pft of course Ah did ya silly goof, made plenty so don't make yerself sick like last time alright?" "...That was one time! But alright alright, lemme go grab everyone."

Jasper couldn't help but laugh a bit to himself as he listened to Zeke fuss and walk off to call the others to dinner. Everything but that strange bottle was put away..and Jasper couldn't quite help himself but wonder if it was just simply colored sugar.

"Might be good whenever we make cookies..if its still fresh might make some later tonight n surprise Zeke n Bull with a treat haha."

Popping the lid open, he gently dipped his pinky finger in and scooped up a small portion to taste. Popping his finger into his awaiting mouth, Jasper was somewhat confused when he tasted...absolutely nothing? A hint of something sweet and a tiny bit sour, but it all quickly faded seconds later.

"..Well now ain't that a weird thing? ..Must be old or somethin..eugh.."

A strange painful headache pinged at the base of Jaspers skull, harsh enough to make his vision swim and force him to lean forwards on the counter.

"...Maybe tastin somethin Ah ain't got no idea what it is was a bad idea..shit, hope that wasn't somethin poisonous.."

Jasper clenched his eyes shut as things began to swim and spin faster, even standing still it felt like things were shifting about him. Hell it felt like he was falling even.

It wasn't until he felt himself tipping a little too much forwards and not connecting his head with the cabinets that something registered as wrong with him. Letting out a yelp when he was falling just a bit too much forwards to be safe, Jasper opened his eyes and saw a sea of red rising up to meet him.

Landing in the red sea, Jasper gasped at how damn hot it was, it smelled very very familiar actually.

"Wait a sec, did..did Ah just land in my own damn bowl of chili?? Oh gods don't tell me that stuff shrunk me.."

Looking around as he tried to keep himself from sinking too much into his own food, his fears turned out to be true when he saw the landscape around him look exactly like the kitchen he was in when this all started..or was still in to be exact.

"Shoot..this ain't gonna end well if Ah can't get someone ta help me outta this damn mess..Ah think Ah can hear someone comin thankfully. If Ah can get em ta spot me maybe this won't be so bad right?"

Jaspers heart soared in relief when it was Zeke who came walking back in, a easy going smile on his face. Jasper had feared it'd be one of the H4nks that'd spot him first, or someone a bit less observant. But he knew Zeke would help him, he could trust his boyfriend would come to his rescue!

"Jasper, everyone said they're comin soon..Jasper? Y'all still in here darlin?"

Zekes smile waned into a look of confusion at not seeing one of his boyfriends, before shrugging a bit and moving towards the counter and spotting the lone bowl.

"Huh, must of left to go get the stragglers I guess..Nice of him ta pour a bowl for me before he left. N I can grab a few things a cornbread before tha others snag it all heheh~"

Zeke moved to pull a few toppings out of the fridge before heading over to the counter with the bowl waiting for him, he was a simple man, some cornbread and sour cream were all he'd usually like on his chili. And Jaspers food was amazing as far as he was concerned, he would borderline make himself sick eating it.

Unknown to Zeke however, said cook of the evenings meal was too stunned to make himself known when he should of. Seeing Zeke towering over him the size of a damned mountain had made several emotions and thoughts run through him. The first being brief amazement at all the minute features on display, reminding him just how damn handsome Zeke could be at times.

The second was disbelief that Zeke hadn't immediately spotted him, not knowing the reason was simply because Jasper unfortunately was coated head to toe in chili thanks to his abrupt landing.

Numbly Jasper watched his massive boyfriend before hearing the container snap open and a mountain of sour cream hovered over him.

"Guh- W-wait Zeke don't! Ah'm down here look!! Zeke please darlin wa-''

Zeke paused as the dollop of sour cream gently landed in the middle of the bowl, for a second he thought he heard Jasper trying to call him.

"Jasper? ...Darlin? Huh..must be hearin things..maybe he's waitin for me in tha mess hall so we can eat together.."

Zeke shrugged to himself as he picked the bowl up and his plate of cornbread and moved to find Jasper and dig in as everyone else slowly filed in to grab their own portions.

Jasper meanwhile wailed under the suffocating mound of damn cold sour cream, feeling himself being pushed down deeper into his own cooking. Zeke wouldn't find him at this rate..the only thing that'd happen for sure was he was going to wind up part of his meal!

"Shit shit shit...Ah should of said somethin sooner before he got distracted..Ah can still try maybe, jus gotta hold on n hope Ah get a second chance."

Zeke looked about and still couldn't spot Jasper amongst the others settling down to dig into dinner, which was rather strange..Maybe he was taking care of something before coming out to eat, Jasper was always busy it seemed sometimes.

Sitting down with his meal, Zeke started to dig in happily.

Jasper could hear and faintly feel the spoon start to scoop out bite after bite of chili, which of course made him panic a bit more. He'd have to do something to get Zeke to notice him before he wound up apart of the mans meal on accident.

Something about the chili seemed different tonight Zeke felt, it tasted somehow so much better..Or was he just starving? Well the excited gurgling coming from his midsection cleared things up after the first two bites..he was fucking starving and then some and the food was damn delicious, he'd definitely have to thank Jasper for the food whenever he saw him next.

Jasper was trying as best he could to keep away from the damned spoon as more and more of the chili trapping him was eaten. He was getting a bit alarmed at just how fast Zeke was putting it away, must of been real damned hungry if he was eating like this.

Inbetween bites of cornbread and chili, the bowl was quickly getting empty. At this rate he might wind up going back for seconds once he cleaned his bowl out. Letting out a happy hum at a rather large chunk of meat on the next spoonful he wasted no time in popping it into his mouth.

"Chrissakes Zeke, eat like ya got some fuckin manners for pete's sake.. Can hear yer damn stomach from outside in tha halls."

"Mnph?? Mnh.."

Zeke jumped a bit at Cara coming out of nowhere to scold him about his eating habits..again. But Zeke knew better than to reply with a mouth full of food, the last time he did that Cara smacked him upside the head for being so crass..

Swallowing the mouthful he had, he was briefly thankful the large chunk slid down his throat with no problems.

"Sorry Cara, ya know how I am with my boyfriends cookin haha..Just too good not ta enjoy, ya know?"

"Mhm..speakin of yer boyfriend..Have ya seen Jasper round any recently? Need ta have a word with him bout tomorrows deliveries, got some strange items on here I don't remember approvin n hoped he'd know where they came from.."

"Nah I haven't seen him since dinner started..was hopin he was out here but he hasn't come out yet."

"Hm..well if y'all see him, let him know I need ta talk with him soon."

"Will do, go on n grab ya a bowl before someone inhales tha rest of it."

"Like y'all seem ta be doin?"

"...Oh hush up Cara, I was jus hungry was all, dang."

Making a bit of a face as Cara laughed and went on his way towards the kitchens, Zeke finished off the last of his meal and leaned back with a satisfied sigh.

"Might wait a bit on that second bowl for now..forgot that stuff expands a bit once it settles."

Zeke sighed once more as a hand came up to gently knead his slightly swollen midsection, before getting up and moving to put his dishes away. Once he had cleaned things away he sighed and started on trying to find Jasper.

Jasper couldn't believe what the hell just happened...He had all but screamed when he felt the spoon knock him over and pull him skywards up towards Zekes awaiting mouth. He had tried to yell his boyfriends name, anything..But he couldn't force himself to get it out in time before he was sealed in the mans eagerly awaiting mouth and tossed about amongst the rest of his meal.

Trapped in the dark humid confines of his boyfriends mouth, Jasper was outright powerless to stop himself from being moved about with ease by the massive tongue trapping him. Feeling himself being tasted and squished against teeth that were far too big for him to feel safe. It couldn't get any worse the poor man thought, that is until he both felt and heard Zeke make a startled noise, hoping beyond hope that it was him noticing him at last...

Only to let out a wail as he was shoved towards the back and swallowed down with hardly a second thought with the remains of his meal. He had only just barely grown used to being swallowed down by Bull, the M4g was always gentle with the process. But this was something entirely different, everything gripped at him tightly as he was pulled downwards to Zekes stomach. Jasper let out a strangled yell as he slid deeper and deeper until he reached the end of his short but terrifying journey.

It was dark of course in Zeke's stomach, and Jasper was alone in here with no one knowing he was even in here to begin with. That thought alone scared him the most. He absolutely needed to get Zeke to notice him before the mans stomach did what it was made to do to him.

And if he wasn't already worried enough about trying to get his clueless boyfriends damned attention, things only grew worse as he was suddenly tossed about with a rhymical bouncing chaos.

Zeke started jogging to try and see if anyone had spotted Jasper during dinner, he was worried one of the H4nk alternates might have nabbed something more than dinner. It wasn't too far fetched considering what most of them were capable of day to day.

Several minutes later and a few very very close calls, Zeke still hadn't found Jasper yet. Deciding to try and ask Bull before he went to bed, Zeke ran his way back towards his other boyfriends room.

Jasper was more or less done with today, it had started off on a good foot too! But now he was being tossed about every which way and it was starting to make him a bit sick.

"Ah gotta tell Zeke he shouldn't run all tha goddamn time..if Ah ever get out in enough time..eugh. Please jus find a spot ta relax..somewhere quite please Zeke!"

Bull thankfully was still near his room, getting ready for his late patrol shift and gave a wave to Zeke as he called out to the other.

"What's all tha rush darlin? Y'all know I don't start till later, somethin up?"

"Yeah, I haven't seen hide nor hair of Jasper since before dinner n wondered if y'all saw him anywhere?"

"Sorry darlin can't say I have really, didja check his room on yer way here?"

"Oh..uh nope, didn't quite think bout that. I'll double back n take a gander then. Thanks sweetheart! I'll come swing by later before I head ta bed alright?"

"No rush darlin, I got all night n looks like yer plenty busy. But I'll save a spot for ya."

Zeke gave a smile and a wave before turning on his heels and making his way over towards Jaspers quarters. If anything he'd surely be there right? Maybe he was tired and stepped out to grab a fast nap, the man was busy today after all.

Jasper had all but given up on trying to grab Zekes attention, nothing he did would likely reach the active man..He was scared of what was going to happen. He had some close calls in the past but he was always saved in the end somehow..But now no one was coming were they? His one hope was damn near deaf to his cries as he was shaken and tossed about more and more.

Zeke finally arrived at Jaspers room and peeked inside the dark interior before calling out softly.

"Jasp? Jasper sweetheart y'all in here? Hope ya don't mind I'm gonna turn tha light on.."

The lights flickered into life and showed nothing more than a empty bed.

Zeke was at a loss and moved to just sit on the bed and catch his breath for a moment in the soft familiar silence of the room. Head held in his hands, Zeke let out a long sigh.

"Jasper..where tha hell didja run off ta?"

Everything was still at last inside Zekes damned stomach, if not a little cramped now. Jasper sat up shakily upon hearing Zeke say his name, wondering where he was, which was ironic in several senses he thought. But it was still and quiet..he wouldn't likely have another chance if he didn't try now.

Pulling himself towards what he thought was the front of Zekes stomach walls he began to pound against it with all he was worth, frustration and fear being put to good use at last.

"ZEKE! ZEKE LET ME OUTTA HERE PLEASE! AH DON'T WANNA DIE IN HERE! LET ME OUT, YA GOTTA HURRY!!"

Jasper hollered and wailed every last ounce of breath in his lungs, hoping it would have the effect he wanted the most. A few seconds passed and Jaspers confines grew immediately tighter as he heard Zeke suck in a sharp breath of air.

"wh-J-Jasper?? What the-OH GOD. Fuck fuck hang on darlin gimme two seconds!! Shit shit shit-AH- oww"

Zeke in the silence of the room, felt a sharp series of pangs ring out from his stomach..And before he could question what the hell was going on..A very very familiar, and outright terrified sounding voice rang out from his middle. It didn't take much for Zeke to connect the pain and voice before taking off like a shot towards Jaspers bathroom, briefly slamming into the doorframe in his rush.

Several frantic moments later, and Zeke was thankfully holding a very relieved and wet Jasper between two hands in the sink. Both were very much exhausted for different reasons.

"Jasper sweetheart I'm so damned sorry..almost just made ya a meal..Y'all alright though? I didn't hurt ya or anythin did I?"

"Ah'm fine..just exhaused now but not too worse for wear thankfully. Didn't think Ah'd get yer attention before it was too late honestly, can see why y'all never gain weight now..y'all cant keep still for ten seconds..hehehh"

Zeke could only weakly laugh in response, he was thankful at least that he found Jasper before...well he didn't wanna think about that. Sitting up a bit more, instead he helped Jasper clean off before taking him back towards the kitchens.

"What'd ya say it looked like again? Ya sure it'd still even be in here after dinner? Hopefully we can find it.."

"Ah'll bet it's still in there, Ah thought it was decoratin sugar for cookies n tha like..Was why my dumb ass decided ta taste it n landed in that bowl of chili ya inhaled."

"..Well in my defense I didn't know we had that kinda stuff layin round. N ya make a damn fine chili Jasper, how can I not stuff myself with it.. Just didn't think I'd eat tha cook as well."

"Ah know, Ah know...Jus hope this wears off or else Ah won't get a damn thing done anymore.."

The two talked as they searched the cabinets in the kitchen, only finding nothing of what Jasper talked about after several long minutes. Both seemed rather perplexed at where the small bottle could of gone to..

"Well we'll worry bout that in tha mornin maybe when everyone else is awake.."

"But what are we gonna do bout me bein this damned small Zeke?"

"If we're lucky it wears off soon, till then I don't mind keepin ya close where I can see ya. Can work on apologizin for almost makin a snack outta ya heheh."

"That don't sound too bad honestly..Ah can certainly use some dang TLC after today."

"I can certainly provide all tha TLC y'all ever need, let's head back ta my room for now.."

"Sounds good ta me.."

#soft vore #mawdness combat #extreme cuddling #g/t vore #mawedness combat #unaware vore #foodplay vore

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littlefreya · 4 years ago

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Prince Of Darkness

Summary: There'll be no escape tonight, the devil always gets what he desires.

Pairing: Devil!August Walker x Unnamed OFC (3rd person pov)

Word count: 6k

Warnings: 18+, DARK! NonCon, kidnapping, stalking, breeding, exhibitionism, loss of virginity, supernatural stuff, sex in a cathedral, mention of heaven and hell. Please proceed with caution.

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own

A/N: I have put a lot of effort into this story, and I’m really anxious af. We all like to see August as a demon, but I decided to go all the way... And I’m nervous at your response and going to die after hitting submit. So bye.

Many thanks to the love of my life @agniavateira, for support, brainstorm and beta. And to @crimsonrae and @wondersofdreaming who held my hand.

Please give feedback and reblog if you enjoyed my work. 🖤

Title: Prince of Darkness

Blood painted the streets, courtesy of the blinding scarlet lights that danced upon gravel and tar before dwindling into darkness. The soft, beaming glow pulsed with the muffled beats of a monotonous song that played inside the luxurious nightclub. Like thundering war drums, it rumbled in the ears of the elegant man who stood along the shadows.

Leaning against the cement, he took a sip from a glass of spiced Bordeaux and brushed an index finger over his thick moustache to wipe away misguided droplets of wine.

‘How could anyone enjoy this abomination?’ He wondered with a guttural groan, never quite grasping this electronic noise thing; but then again August was older than this music, and his tastes far exceeded cheap and trivial antics. He was a man driven by the appetite for destruction and forbidden delights, and tonight, he was finally about to obtain both. After decades of anticipation, the succulent fruit was ready to be plucked.

Oh, what an intoxicating and delicious mist his unsuspecting beloved emanated, setting his heart aflame with her sheer ripeness.

‘It’s been so long, so painfully long.’

Time had lost its meaning as he waited, curving and swerving into a stream of an infinite river flowing with decay and death.

But as the old saying went: all haste comes from the devil.

So the man lingered against the wall, a sparkle enkindled and crackled in his eyes, morphing into black wells whilst the waves of her honey-liqueured ambrosia grew pungent, seeping through his airways and sinking in his throat. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, revelling in the sound of harsh tapping heels that echoed louder with every step until she came summoned into the naked wilderness of the city street.

‘Beautiful and innocent as the garden of Eden. Of course, of course...’

The stranger scrutinised the young woman with another sip from his wine and a bite of great intrigue - but stoicism and silence, for now, were his most valuable allies.

Clad in a lithe black dress and a stylish leather jacket to keep herself warm from the chill autumn breeze, she fished for the mobile device in her purse while distress washed her wrinkling brow. Illuminated by the bright screen, her face sulked as for the seventh time in the last 30 minutes, her attempt to find an Uber bore no success whatsoever.

Was there something about tonight that all drivers were kept occupied, or had her luck simply run dry?

Showing her face to the moonlit sky, she sighed in great frustration. This must have been fate’s retribution to a mindless bad decision; she should have left with her friends, but staying alone to fruitlessly catch the eye of the uncaring bartender seemed more significant as the buzz of alcohol dimmed any ray of logic. Now deep into the night, walking home alone didn’t appear to be the most sympathetic solution, yet it occurred to her that there wasn’t much of choice.

“You seem distressed.”

Equal to a dark chant sputtering words of witchcraft, the low yet incredibly soft baritone of his voice slithered from the corner and crept down her spine with icy scales. A lurching hollow flared within her gut, her neck seized by the tight grip of a serpentine phantom.

His vibrato sounded like a voice that called her through a dream she never had before; despite the unsettling arctic spasm gyrating through her shaky limbs, it lured her to return a stare and meet the cryptic face behind the seducing chant.

Two sharp glaciers glimmered at her as the stranger sauntered into the penumbra, momentarily lit by another flash of neon red that broke onto his face and highlighted his ethereal features. Her lips drew open, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her dress as a shiver ran through her. To say that the stranger was handsome would be an understatement, as it almost seemed as if he was ‘designed’ by a sculptor - carved cheeks led a path to slightly pouted lips, and a stark, dimpled chin was shadowed by dark stubble. His chocolate-brown hair was elegantly combed to the side, with a couple of large lustrous locks gently nestling over his brow.

Though it wasn’t his good looks that left her riddled with prickly goosebumps, but the unprecedented magnetic haul that made her feel as if she was physically drawn toward this mysterious man.

Frightened by the unbidden reaction of her own body, she quickly retreated to gawk at the phone and provided no answer to his inquiry. A strange yearning to submit grew between her clenching thighs, a primal response to his striking looks and charms.

But she killed the seed before it set roots in her flesh.

‘They said Ted Bundy was charming as well…’ she mused. Frivolous as she wanted to be, getting murdered was undoubtedly not among her plans tonight.

Revelling in her silent reply with an arched brow, he tilted his head when a blinding flicker abruptly caught his keen eye. Kissed by the pale moonlight’s beam, a small silver cross rested upon her collarbone. His sharp fangs begged to peek with sardonic amusement, but he kept his lips clamped, not wishing to scare her too soon.

There was to be plenty of that later...

“May I offer you my help, sweetling?”

Threading his long fingers between the smooth stem and clasping them around the bowl, he lowered the glass to the side of his hip, dragging the girl’s unwilling eye to the healthy bulge in his groin.

Her lips drew open as a surge of staggering heat flushed at her apex.

It seemed enormous...

“Name’s August, like the emperor, but you can call me whatever your heart desires...”

Embers burnt at her cheeks; in her belly, the odd mystical calling continued weaving at her core in an urge to accept whatever it was he had to offer. Her eyes warred to tear her gaze away from his nether region as her lashes fluttered to meet the abysmal glance that bestowed both frost and fire through her tendons.

There was something archaically familiar about this man as if she knew him before the days had names. Yet she swore, it was the first time she ever saw his striking face.

“I can take you wherever you need to go.”

Breath laced with wine titillated her nostrils as the words spilt from his lips, whilst another crimson ray broke upon the marble of his face. Never had he urged, but instead suggested with a tongue soaked with honey. Still, a blazing aura of danger encircled him. And even though the very natural fear of walking home alone grappled her, it still seemed like a much better plan than entrusting her life to a stranger who was twice her size.

Deciding to keep her tongue knotted, she turned and began striding away. ‘Best not to engage him,’ she thought, but once she moved past his bulky figure, her heart suddenly picked up its pace and her legs refused to function as if they no longer belonged to her.

Seconds stretched into eternity. The thought that this civilised savage will assail her and drag her into the night scratched at the back of her head. But the worst of it was the simmering throb. Unforgiving, like gathering storm clouds, it thundered the closer she walked by him and then gradually died out as she finally managed to move away and free herself from this invisible bond.

Savouring the final drop of wine, August watched amused as the frightened little lamb quickly oscillated on her feet, scampering into the horrors offered by the dark. It was funny how fear made animals act so heedlessly and rush straight into the burning heart of peril.

A toothy grin peaked his chiselled cheeks. Always the gentleman, he shifted from the concrete, discarding the glass carelessly to shatter on the sidewalk. His sinew stretched in a relaxed ripple of an apex predator before he straightened both vest and jacket and stroked his thick moustache.

Though her heavenly fragrance still soaked the air, the girl was already gone from normal eyesight. It was a pity to see her leave, yet there was no need for him to rush.

There was never really a choice for her.

Strangely, the night kept growing unnaturally darker. A great ocean of blackness and crystalised stars spread from above, casting looming shadows across the tall buildings that resembled a maw filled with rotten teeth. The tepid wind that blew between the vast concrete monoliths was nothing but the breath of a mythical beast intoning her name through the shadows.

Clawing at her forearms, she meandered through the inert street with a wary eye. Desolate neon signs flickered hauntingly, bequeathing a vibrant beacon of dread over the shimmering, onyx road. Not a living soul was in sight as if the world descended into stillness, dominated by an eerie, dead silence save for the harsh echo of her hasty heels. And yet, the long path felt anything but lifeless. With every step landed on the ground, she could sense the movement beneath the surface: swarming vile things, slippery and scaled. Unseen by the human eye, they hissed dirty little secrets and slithered with sinister hunger, drizzling down their fangs.

‘You can already feel me inside you, can’t you sweetling…’ Remaining hidden, he had to admit that watching the little lamb leap shivering into the slaughter has been somewhat of foreplay.

A veil of fumes emitted from her parted lips. The air became colder, summoning a terrifying truth that made her lungs clench around the black void that abruptly filled them with the notion that maybe... maybe… that chill, liquid-like thing that threatened to touch her ankle wasn’t just in her crazy imagination.

There was something out there, something undeniably familiar. This unusual gust of wind brushing at her nape has accompanied her since she could remember herself, an unsettling breeze bidding that evil lurked between the creases, holding its sinewy fingers clasped together while waiting for her to answer his hushed calling.

‘And once you finally answer, there is no turning back…’

Fear gnawed its frosty fangs at her bones, puncturing tiny painful cavities that were needles in her flesh. Tonight, of all nights, the same hazy feeling became stronger than ever before. Deep inside, she knew she would meet her end. Pressing the oily pads of her fingers at the sharp corners of her pendant, she inhaled and chanted a prayer, refusing to succumb to the noxious malice when a frozen pin pierced her heart.

Like the lark calling on the dawn, an unbidden chant carried her name.

Drenched with frigid sweat, she exhumed a shuddering breath, praying to God that it was only her imagination playing tricks on her ears.

‘The greatest trick he ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist.’

Indeed in the darkness, leered the beast. All teeth and malicious glee, August moved from one shadow to another, feasting on the aphrodisiac that was the mixture of her harrowing terror and unveiled desire. If only she knew the trail her scent left for him to follow - he could smell her from miles away.

The little flower between her legs began blooming the moment their entities finally encountered one another, and it was his ancient name her dew had dripped for.

‘My sweet little thing, tonight I will finally grant you a purpose...’

Like a hound awakened from a deep slumber, he flexed his bulging muscles and tailed her in utter silence. The same spell that burnt in her core seethed the blood gathering in his ardent loins. Since the dawn of humankind, he had more women than any other man on this earth, yet none has evoked such hunger in him.

He would have eaten her alive and torn her to shreds if only he didn't have bigger plans for her.

Still hidden by the unnatural night, August stalked from behind, the blaze of his enkindling burn licking her path as he crept further to ensnare his prey. He wished she could see herself through his own flaring glance, how beautiful she was with tears of despair rolling down the tender slope of her cheeks.

His beloved girl; his, by ancient law. Spirited as a rageful tempest, she insisted on escaping her prophesied fate. Muscles and bones strove against the panic that turned her boiling blood frigid. But no power, physical nor divine could revoke this otherworldly attraction that bound her to him. His bidding could never be undone and as much as his blood relished from the thrill of the chase, it was time to put an end to this dance and seal their union.

Appearing from a stygian haze of a spectral nightmare, the beast drew his claw to grasp the fleeting girl’s shoulder.

The world froze along with the scream that died in her throat. Cold, slippery wet, the phantom serpents slinked around her ankles and held on to the ground as the thing behind her bit his nails into her collarbone. His touch was no ghost, but as real as the quiet moon that voyeured her fate from above and did nothing. A wretched gasp of anguish shuddered through her airways as his fingers stalked forth to cinch at her neck.

His grip was tighter than the icy finger of death, yet its caress was the sensual lick of a gossamer tongue.

It was almost as if he worshipped her.

Shadows befell her as the assailant leaned close, wafting a mist of intoxicating fumes scented of poisonous elixirs and an ancient forest that laid deep between the veils of the underworld, hiding forbidden mysteries that none dared speak of. Seeping through her orifices, it stung her eyes and raked remorseful tears.

“Please…” she broke into sobs, shaking her head at the dawning of her fate.

The man inhaled deeply. Though she could not see him, the joyful malice that danced on his pleased breath roared in her ears.

“Do not fear me.” The sonorous rumble caressing her ear was hardly a surprise in its familiarity. It was him, the handsome bewhiskered gentleman from earlier. But of course, it was always him: the whisper in the dark, the slithering things moving beneath the tepid ground, and the smell of burning pyres.

But who the hell was he?!

As if he read her mind, his hand twisted around her nape and with a careful sway, turned her to face him. The voice inside her head warned her over and over again not to look at him; yet the temptation was too great, peeling her eyes open to stare at the thing that made her heart drop to her gut.

Vast, raven wings spread from each side of an Adonis figure, their intimidating length denying her widened eyes to look at anything but the dark god that soared tall in front her. No, not a god, a devil. A pair of small golden horns peeked from the mane of long curls, and the heavenly icy gaze she remembered from earlier had melted into an abysmal lake of fire.

He was beautiful.

He was monstrous.

And just like that, she descended from the earth, swept into a thick swamp of darkness that swallowed her whole. Never letting so much as her feet kiss the ground, August scooped her into his strong arms. Peering down upon her, he broke into a delightful grin, already enamoured with his delicate new bride. The pang of lust tingled in his groin, though despite the raging need to claim her now, it was her screams he desired more than all as he would consummate their eternal marriage.

Wicked tongues of fire licked up the shallow air, casting a faint amber glow into the abominable sombre of a vanishing nightmare. Shy as feral nymphs, the bursting sparks ascended melancholily, whispering tales of perishing days that fell to harmony with a strange mumbling chant. Still locked in a void of unconsciousness, the fallen girl shifted with disquiet, her hands restlessly clutching at a virginal silk gown that covered her body.

Vaguely remembering a horrifying dream of a demonic entity, she woke with a sudden electric jitter. A peal of breathless pants pushed through her heaving chest before she slumped into the intense relief one experiences from a brush with either death or a ghastly fantasy.

“Thank God…” she whispered with a fist pressed to her breast.

Yet, something was amiss. The low vocal melody continued despite her state of clarity, tangled with the eerie presence of a hundred cutting glares that stabbed her crawling spine. Slowly and carefully, she lifted her head and scanned her surroundings.

The blood drained from her face.

Swaying like shadowy wraiths stood men cloaked in black velvet hoods. Tears of milky boiling wax trickled from the candles held by their stringy fingers, yet they didn’t seem to flinch as the burning rivulets seared their flesh. Their hollow eyes were fixated upon her while words of a dark sacrament sputtered from their lips and reverberated through the endless archways and ribbed vaults that towered above them.

Her trembling muscles were briskly stifled under the unsettling realisation of her whereabouts - a cathedral, a thousand years old if not more. Burning torches lit crumbling pillars and statues of monstrous winged creatures that encircled them from every niche, their malicious shadows dancing upon dusty obsidian bricks. Unglazed windows were barred by black iron, the beautiful floral shapes preventing any means of escape.

Only the fractured ceiling held a cheap shred of hope, as a vast rupture of broken stone exposed her to the scarred carmine wolf-moon.

If only she had wings…

Bones rattling beneath her crawling flesh, she sat upon the hard surface with wells of despair. Her hands clutched around the edge of the bed, only to be kissed by the sharp corners that pierced the delicate flesh. Hissing with pain, she lifted her arms and stared below at what appeared to be a midnight-black marble creased with golden veins and saplings-like patterns.

It was beautiful, just like the creamy gown that covered her body.

“Do you like it, bride?”

Rising from the crowd like a flame among charred coals, appeared her handsome abductor. Suitable to a true evil prince, a long red cloak enrobed his broad, sturdy form, the velvet hem trailing behind him like a thick river of blood while he marched forward with no haste in his dauntless mien. Human once again, August offered the most endearing grin; two profound dimples embellished his scruffy cheeks, and his eyes shone brighter than a frozen sea.

Yet in her sullen gaze, he was nothing but a monster.

Abruptly enraged and driven by pure instinct, she jumped off the marble and paced backwards. Tears of anger and fright rimmed her swollen lids and her bare feet nearly collided as she shook her head at August who was neither impressed nor concerned by this foolish protest.

“You stay the fuck away from me!!!” She warned with a scream and hastily turned away.

Lost in some trance, the praying mob never stirred, granting the girl a fair chance to escape the bewhiskered man who was still several strides away. Her feeble legs made three to four steps when her muscles swiftly turned to stone, and her stomach lurched.

‘No! It couldn’t be! How?!’

Curls shining like precious coils of onyx, August emerged in front of her, continuing his relaxed gait as if this was a natural occurrence. His bright icicles melted into malicious dark pools of twisted desire, and his tongue briefly laved his plump lips at the sight of pure disbelief that cascaded over her face. He could feel right under her skin, hear the thrumming heart that both chilled and fumed for him. Further beyond her thoughts, his betrothed yearned to be defiled and torn open by him.

It was her destiny, whether she liked it or not.

Still she fought, so ferocious and defiant, flinching away from his attempts to seize her. It was almost comical to watch her deny him, knowing that her fate would be no different; she will spread her legs and submit to his conquest. And yet, her battle was immensely appealing; what better bride to the dark lord than a woman who breathed fire.

“Who are you?!” She cried, her trembling voice rising with panic and her cheeks soaking with tears, “What do you want from me?!”

August's face was devoid of mercy, her whimpering hisses did nothing to deter him and only further increased the appetite of the deprived wolf that circled in his gut. With a wring of his wrist, his fingers snapped at her elbow, hauling her against his rock-hard chest with such might her heels hovered above the ground.

Writhing in his grip she flung her hands at his face, clawing streams of crimson to trickle down his cheeks. The notion of hurting this vicious man brought somewhat of a sick joy; but her onslaught died at once, and her mouth fell agape as his skin healed with not even a trace of injury.

“Oh God, what are you?!” She shuddered.

Still holding her elbow hostage, his free hand travelled to the hem of the white gown, the long, perverted fingers twisting around the fabric before yanking it off at once. A resounding rip echoed through the tall arches, causing the chanting choir to halt their susurrations at once.

All eyes were afloat as the cold air kissed her skin. In vain, she attempted to cover herself only to be felled by the restraints of August’s grasp.

“God?...” The man finally spoke, his melodic voice ending with a sonorous hum that sprouted through her arteries like a deadly toxin. Not less poisonous, his gaze trailed down her form, worshipping the very sights of his delightful prize.

“Not God, but once I was an angel,” he suggested and leaned down to inhale her skin with a gratified growl before he flicked his wide tongue at her chest.

A groan of approval emitted from his lips, the sheer coat of sweat that layered her bosom was soaked of freshly brewed fear, his most favourite savour. His wet, velvety snake swept the sweet-briny wetness and licked further down her breasts, twirling around the erect nipple.

Unintended, she moaned. A river of delights rushed between her grinding thighs.

“No!”

Wrongful, unwanted bliss awoke in her. She felt desecrated and allured at once. Her fickle body deceived, mistaking this vile conquest as consensual. And the more August took, the more she desired; her dutiful womb demanded to consummate this bond, almost as if the beast had bewitched her a long while ago, embedding his essence in the marrow of her bones.

August grinned against her skin, the scent of her arousal fresh in his nose while his lips travelled to kiss down her sternum and the slope of her torso. His thick whiskers left a trail of fluttering butterflies.

“Have sympathy, my love. I had built my own realm and waited in the forlorn abyss. Empires fell and worlds disintegrated into ashes while I waited for thou,” he explained and clutched the cheek of her behind in his claw, squeezing it possessively. “I have longed for your touch since the day your ancestor promised you to me, little lamb. A hundred years’ worth of waiting for the bargain to reach its end, and for you to finally be ripe.”

The beast pressed one last languid kiss below her navel, a guttural hum exuded in between his lips, huffing hot against her belly. Slowly he rose to his full height, towering above his helpless victim who hugged her arms to cover her naked body and watched her nightmare unfold once more. Cold wind chilled her damp cheeks as August flung the blood-red cloak and exposed his naked figure before her.

He was massive, a masculine build fit for a warrior angel, covered with thick bulging muscles and dark hair. Lips parted, she forgot herself, gawking in awe and allowing her gaze to trail down to his unapologetically monstrous cock. Firm and throbbing, it dripped with hunger, urging to find release inside her clenching cavern.

She didn’t even know a man could be this vast, but alas, he was no man at all.

It was at that moment when blackest wings spread before her that realisation finally struck through like a blunt hammer to the back of her head. Covering her mouth she cowered away, her exposed back hitting the raised altar behind her.

August was no man nor god, but Lucifer himself.

Seeing the hope die in her eyes, the devil sneered.

“No, no, no! This can’t be real! This isn’t real!!!” She yelled, pathetic little hiccups sputtering from her lips.

August tilted his head, giving a scornful pout and scoffed with amusement. “Am I not?” He asked as he lifted an arm to flick his fingers, summoning two of the hooded servants to approach the dais. Their eyes were soulless gems embedded to a grey face that was cracked like a broken eggshell.

“I am real, beloved, as real as the child you will conceive me tonight.”

Shrills of terror flew through the great hole in the ceiling. Kicking and screaming, she fought as the men seized her arms and dragged her to the altar, forcing her flat down and holding her arms to prevent her from escaping. They never blinked at the ferocious war she waged against them, though an impish smile slowly possessed their faces as their master strode forward.

“Sweet little lamb,” August chanted, enamoured with his fiery bride while he sauntered by the edge of the altar. His Adonis body golden in the candlelight, his fingers squeezed and pumped the ravenous demon that hung heavy between his legs. The twinge in her womb rose in response, a low roar thrumming as it yearned to succumb to its unbridled purpose. Sheen, the arousal trickled between her kicking legs and onto the smooth stone, making her cheek flame.

Much to August’s pleasure.

“Our son will burn this world to cinders,” he promised and snaked his fingers at her ankles. Calmly deflecting her attempts to kick against him, he dragged her toward him until her knees folded over the edge and spread between his thighs. The platform was in the perfect height, positioning her delicious Eden at the height of his blessed demon.

“You will make an excellent mother.”

Her entire body shook, her cunt clenching along her sobs in both defence and beguiling need as August leaned in and grazed the silky pink crown between her wet petals. She begged he wouldn’t be able to invade her, but her prayers fell to deaf ears.

“Please don’t do this to me! I will do anything… please!” She wailed a bargain, still trying to escape the servants’ grip and looking at him pleadingly, “I… I...haven’t been with a man!”

“Oh I know…” August beamed and stroked himself back and forth between her engorged lips. Vamping flames tingled at her flesh, her core foolishly squeezing around nothing in demand for this wretched monster to defile her.

“You’ve kept yourself for me, didn't you? I have waited for you too, for centuries even, but now our waiting has ended, and I can finally love you.”

With one brutal thrust, he breached through the gates of her sacred haven, corrupting her purity and ripping her open with the elegance of a savage.

Exasperated bats fluttered their wings over the red moon at the sound of her pained howl. Eyes flared to the bleak sky above; the girl watched them in a daze, disbelieving the blazing demon that scorched her from inside as he nestled himself between her resisting gates with no intention to cease.

In his villainy, August pushed further. Stunned thunders of ecstasy erupted from his lips, all to humiliate her along with the dark minions who circled the altar to pervertedly witness this sacrilegious ritual in which their master ravaged the unwilling maiden. Ignoring her body’s vehement protest, he forced himself unfathomably deep, only stopping until the head of his cock kissed the gateway of her cervix.

Crystalised tears rolled down her temples and stained the cold marble beneath her body. Slit impossibly sore, she twitched and sobbed at the overwhelming feeling of being invaded by another entity. Her once protected realm was now under the domain of a ruthless prince, and he took no prisoners and granted no mercy nor care at her vain endeavours to push him out.

He would never stop. He would have her again and again until her sacred little womb would be plentiful with his seed.

“Tight,” he blurted out in a blissful huff and reached his talons to bite into her quaking thighs. Spreading her wider, he hooked his hands below her knees, moulding her into a vessel to be fulfilled. Arctic orbs glazed down her naked figure, his plump lips cooing at her aching whimpers. The taut and hairy muscles of his gut flexed as he carefully withdrew his vicious cock, coated in the crimson sorrow of her maidenhood.

Hollow pain throbbed in her empty cunt as he suddenly abandoned her. Distressed and overwhelmed, she hoped he would stay out, yet her traitorous body coveted his return in a false faith that it would ease the fervid twinge that soared to her belly and even burnt in her breasts.

It was far from true.

No less vigorous than before, August plunged back inside her, stretching her again, shaping her as his own as she yipped and struggled to escape. His head threw back with a roar of divine pleasure, feasting at the thrill of her dauntless veils wrapping around him like a succulent flower. For a moment there, he wondered who preyed on who. Her concupiscent little cove sucked him so wantonly it threatened to swallow his raging cock.

‘But of course, every virgin is destined to become my whore.’

Hot and heavy, his shaft seized the void that had always been inside her, their heaving organs collided in euphoric bliss like two broken shards that were lost for decades and finally pieced back together. And even though she seared with every jerk or shift he made, the impassioned flames licked at the seams of her twitching cunt in waves of ache and foreign desperation.

“No…” she whispered, shame singeing her throat as the little pesky sparks enkindled where the devil had violated her. Vision blurry, she gazed at him utterly mystified. Part of her warred to stoke the fire that screamed heresy, while the other begged to yield to her demise.

As August pulled away again and thrust harder, a breathless moan tore from her lips.

A cutting grin radiated onto his face. “It feels so good inside you,” he sang and slid one hand to stroke all the way down from her sweat-ridden thighs to her belly, feeling the movement of his cock with every push and shove.

He was taunting her, yet she couldn’t care less. Over the cinders of pain and virtue, a garden began to bloom. With every abysmal stroke of his swelling shaft, she could feel green saplings and coy vines growing within her uterus—soft, beautiful tendrils stalked through her arteries, sprouted through her cove, and engulfed his swelling demon as well.

She was no longer burning but becoming alive. Pained cries suddenly evolved into asphyxiation of bliss. Beyond her realisation, she undulated her hips in the desire to endure each of his wet claiming thrusts. Her spine coiled against the surface, further allowing him easier passage to nourish the wilderness that continued spreading through her blood.

Noticing the change in her, approving groans rumbled in his throat; his little bride was growing tighter around his demon, her quivering lips and fluttering lashes the image of true Elysium. It was not long before he would plant his seed in her fertile lush. Her cunt milked and suckled around him, demanding to be bred by the devil.

“Yes, my love! Give in to me! Give in to your primal sin!” August urged, enhancing the rhythm until he was thrusting into her like a battering ram, the sinful elixir of their union smearing on his groin and dripping down her rump. “Descend with me!”

In her delirium she witnessed magical nightshades and sinewy stalks growing amidst the gritty bricks, encompassing the ominous cathedral with bright colours.

It was paradise on earth, given to her by the unearthly rapturous joy of having this demon violate her, slamming harder with growing frustration until his thick girth ripped through the last threads of her self-preservation and that which she tried so hard to deny erupted through her clenching core.

Euphoria.

For a lingering moment, she had wings of her own, pale as precious pearls and lustrous stars. Tingling waves of ethereal white heat burst at her seams, purifying her as she flew above the cathedral, and watched their ungodly union from above. But her wings suddenly caught aflame and before she knew it, she crashed onto the earth with a secondary, more violent climax.

The beast’s roars erupted into a brutal thunder, causing the sturdy pillars of the cathedral to quake and crack like thin glass. With all his might, he clutched her thighs and hauled her against him, slamming his swollen cock deep into her belly and releasing his smouldering, milky essence until it seeped from her sleek. August’s wings flew open as he found his own rapture, blazes following through and consuming the ancient hall.

This was no longer a hallucination.

This was Inferno.

Still radiating with orgasmic glow, she screamed horrified as everything around them vehemently burnt to coals. Even the soulless servants crumbled into dust, accepting their fate without so much of a yip. The fire raged and died within seconds, leaving nothing but broken pillars and ashen smoke.

Shortly, the tepid air of night caressed her naked skin as they remained alone in the ruins of what was once an ominous cathedral. Still buried in her viscera, August broke into a low, stretching groan of relief which made her immediately return her eyes to him. Shame rose bitter in her throat and new fresh rivulets trickled on her cheeks.

After all that he had done to her, she could see nothing in him but a beautiful monster.

“My beloved queen,” August keened to comfort her and moved his hand to tenderly stroke her lower belly.

A toothy smile broke upon his face, his eyes gleaming with surprise as he felt the life that had already begun growing in her angelic fortress. A son, strong and glorious as his father. For the first time in his long existence, the devil was truly elated and he vowed in that moment that he would give her much, and much more. But first, she needed to be cared for.

Her assaulted hole convulsed with pain as he pulled himself out, leaving a trail of creamy fluids to dribble at his departure. Sniffling and shaking, she watched him bemused, as he climbed onto the altar and moved to lie beside her. Though she no longer flinched as he touched her, what was the point of it anyway? He had already destroyed her and stolen her innocent soul.

“You make me so happy, my beloved queen,” August had murmured as he gripped her jaw and pressed his lips to hers. His kiss claimed her breath, pillaging whatever left of her chastity and wit until she absentmindedly kissed back, forgetting herself as his tongue bested her will.

When he broke away, the taste of spiced ruby wine and blood lingered in her mouth.

“An eternity awaits us,” the devil explained as he pecked her nose and her forehead lovingly, to which she shivered - out of fright or out of want, she couldn’t tell the difference anymore.

“You had made me the happiest, now give me the chance to grant the same favour, ask for anything you want in the world and it shall be yours,” he begged and wrapped her in the shelter of his strong arms to lie down with him on the smooth stone surface.

Absentmindedly, she welcomed the protection offered from his embrace and stared silently as flakes of cement broke from the remnants of the wall floated in the air around her before she opened her mouth.

“I wish for…”

Her whisper faded into the dark.

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You Take Good Care Of Her Pt.2

Word Count: 1,440

Status: Requested!

Fandom: The Expendables {1-3}

A/N: This was just a little extra spice to add to the first part. A fluffy, happy ending for all the Lee lovers!

Relationship: Lee Christmas x Reader

Summary: When the mission goes south and leaves the reader injured, feelings arise to the surface in a swarm of feelings at the thought of losing each other, especially when the only things worth while is the other in their lives.

Warnings: mentions of blood, fluff OVERLOAD, language (We’re dealing with grown-men-children okay?)

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Despite his attempts, he knew he wouldn't ever be able to resist her, and for that, he didn't care what he had to go through, he was going to have her. Because she was his, and he was hers, no matter who knew.

And now we continue...

With his newfound set of mind, Lee made it his priority to say hi to Y/N every morning, smile, wave, and even engage he in conversation. "You really are desperate aren't ya?" he thought, trying to be as gushy and nice as possible. He was trying to be so different he wanted to gag. Sometimes he wondered if this new act was something that Y/N would get used to and he would have to keep up this act for the rest of his life.

Y/N knew Lee was being weird. The first thought she had was that he was sick, but now, as he openly made eye contact with her, spoke to her, even sometimes winked, she found herself thinking of the knives expert more than she thought she ever would. He was sweet yes, but she's lying to herself if she didn't like the true Lee she knew. Back when he was very avoidant of her, she saw who Lee truly was, but at afar. He was snarky, mysterious, funny, British to the bone, and strong mentally and physically.

Barney saw this shit from the very beginning. But, even as he didn't want his baby sister falling in love and being left brokenhearted, he knew the two good enough to know that they needed each other. At one point, once he saw Lee start acting like a lovesick puppy, he started to secretly root for them, joining the ship Yin Yang and Toll had built months ago. This didn't mean he was going to make it easy for the man either though. They still all had a job to do and love is going to get in their way if they don't focus.

Dropping down in the forests below, the Expendables, clad in black suits, weapons to attack 5 states, and high tech gear to guide them through the thick forest. Barney, splitting the team off to get to the best views of the town under attack, tells the group where to go while giving them all ear pieces to keep up with communication. Gunnar, going along the outskirts where the forest meets the open town lands, squats, getting a visual on the sniper at the top tower, utterly excited to finally use his new toy: a big ass bazooka. Toll and Yin Yang sticking together to find shelters near one another but still separated. Barney, not wanting to leave his sister alone on a mission, appoints Lee to her, knowing the two have each other's backs while still not getting into Barney's dangerous line of sight.

As the group splits, its only natural for the foreign enemies to spot them. With the first cry, most likely to alert the opposing team's members, made Y/N's stomach tie up in knots, always an unsettling noise to be paired with the impending war ahead. Times like these make her go into a dangerous trance, back to the war and military she was a part of for 10 years. Even as the images flash through her mind, she tries hard to yank them away, focusing her for the time being.

As the war raged on, the pairs of teams the Expendables once had have broken up accidentally, communication soon being cut off during the blasts and explosions, leaving Y/N alone. She had dropped it as she was taking cover from the harsh blows. With her ear piece gone, she had missed Yin Yang as he had pinpointed the next blast of a missile, not their own, but the rivals as they aimed in her direction. The team screaming her name through the earpieces, not knowing if she could quite hear them. By the time Y/N saw her attacker, she only had minimal time to run away. Getting a great distance away, her lungs burned as he leg caught a rock. The missile falling seconds later, far away, but not far enough to stop her from the debris crashing and colliding with her small form.

Lee had turned a corner just in time to watch the horrific event play out in his eyes. Sprinting, he rushes to Y/N, seeing her bloodstained clothes, cuts, and bruises. Upon his arrival, she looked at him with such fear and pain, almost as much to make her cry as the adrenaline started to run out, the sheer intensity of the pain finally settling in. Lee held her tight, moving themselves to the closest form of shelter, plopping down, and cradling her body into his own. She was sitting in his lap, arms weak, and head leaning on his shoulder. She had made it out fairly lucky now that Lee had gotten a closer look, but not lucky enough for a piece of shrapnel to lodge itself within her torso.

"Your gonna be fine, I swear! You have to be okay! I should've never left you behind," Lee almost choked out, as tears threatened to fall.

"Lee, I'm fine. See? It's just this piece, if you don't touch it, it doesn't hurt, so can ya' please stop shaking me?" Y/N responded jokingly, trying to lighten the mood as she didn't want Lee to spike her anxiety even higher. "Do you have an earpiece on you? Please, get Barney," she asked, wanting her brother more than ever.

"Yeah...Yeah I can do that," he said as he contacted Barney, holding Y/N in an iron grip. "I was so worried you were dead...I didn't know what I would do with myself if you had. I- I-" Lee stuttered, getting lost in her Y/E/C eyes as they peered up at him.

"You what Lee?" she asked, starting to feel a little lighter with the amount of blood dripping.

"I love you Y/N," he admitted, now fearing for her life more now that he had admitted what he's wanted to say for forever.

With this, a lazy smile appeared on Y/N's face, chuckling lightly with delight, "I love you too Lee." He could only muster a look of utter disbelief before the rest of the gang showed up, the rest of the mission finishing out in a blur. At some point, whilst making their way to the hangar of the plane, Y/N had dozed in and out of consciousness, seeing Lee running her away from the mission's town, seeing the plane, the shrapnel being removed by Barney's concentrated and light hands, and later, waking up in a bed, in the hospital with Lee in the chair beside her. Both of his hands wrapped around her tiny one.

He wakes up once he felt the bed move slightly, Y/N stretching her long worn out body. Lee bounces out of the chair immediately, asking her if she needs anything, "The only thing I need is this British guy to sit next to me and play with my hair," Y/N responds playfully, Lee smirking as he takes off his boots, keeping his socks, and laying beside Y/N on the hospital bed, both dozing off together.

Click

A quick, almost blinding light flashes once as snickers and mumbling was heard in the direction of the hospital room door. With the pair now fully awake, and possibly more afraid than they were when Y/N was attacked, they both make eye contact with the res of the Expendables watching the pair, Barney front and center.

"Look, I-" Lee had started, trying to come up with an excuse for how they ended up like this, but ultimately coming up empty and out of excuses.

"No, ya' gonna listen to me. You take good care of her, ya' hear me? I'm gonna bust ya' balls if ya' don't, alright?" Barney answered defensively. "You have my blessing, but ya' better not fuck it up. I'm warning ya'," he continues, motioning for the team to give them privacy, Toll wiggling his eyebrows before he walks out.

Y/N, falling into a fit of laughter, moves to lay on her back, unable to flip on the right from where the stitches from the shrapnel were placed. She looks up at Lee, him blocking her from the edge of the right side, her falling in the blissful feeling of love.

"I'm gonna be walking on eggshells for awhile I guess..." he glances at Y/N before continuing, "but I know it's worth it."

With this, Y/N cups Lee's right cheek, pulling him down lightly to capture his lips with her own, sealing the bond they've spent forever building. Knowing that wherever, whenever, they are always a team, and are always going to be better as long as they are together.

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AHHH CONGRATS ON 600!!! I hope you're doing well heehoo and if its okay can i ask for the whole alphabet with scaramouche?:3 (also pls don't overwork yourself jdjajdkdlfmmeis)

600+ event!!

this is my first time writing for scara so i hope i did okay aha,, under the cut for length!

fluff alphabet with scaramouche, gn reader, warning for inazuma quest/scaramouche backstory spoilers!!

why is his name so long

A-Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

- scaramouche isn't super knowledgeable about relationships, so he'll just sort of tentatively ask what you want to do and go along with it (though he might act like it's a stupid idea the whole time). really he doesn't care what he spends his free time on as long as you're a part of it.

B-Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

- well first of all, he admires the courage you've got to have to be with him in the first place. other than that, he also loves your smile (but you won't hear him tell you that out loud, unless you're not really asleep when he thinks you are)

C-Comfort (how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?)

- another thing he's alien to. at first just starts telling you to calm down and is pretty harsh about it. when he realizes this isn't working, he'll reluctantly take you into his arms and start awkwardly patting your head. it's funny how awkward it is and you end up laughing at him about it, which makes him annoyed, but at least now you feel better.

D-Dreams (how do they picture the future with their s/o?)

- scaramouche... either wants you to be by his side as he conquers everything and shows the world just how strong he is, or he wants to do it alone. though it would be much better if you were with him and it makes him sad to think about you not being there in the end.

E-Equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship or rather passive?)

- surprisingly passive, actually. he doesn't really know what he's doing so he lets you make most of the decisions about dates and spending time together. other than that though, he likes to drag you around to do whatever he wants.

F-Fun (what do they do for fun with their s/o? what’s their idea of a fun day out?)

- what's fun? on a day off, scaramouche will wander around and ponder his own existence. you'll have to take him to a market or a park or something so he can actually experience things first - once you do, you'll find he enjoys being alone with you somewhere quiet, where he doesn't have to listen to other people.

G-Gratitude (how grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

- doesn't show it, but is definitely grateful, though he also doesn't know just how much of a hassle he can be. scaramouche just sort of assumed love was supposed to be unconditional... but he can tell when he's crossed a line, and he's grateful for you sticking by him despite everything.

H-Honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

- obviously the one big secret is how he came into being in the first place, but once he trusts you enough to tell you about his being a puppet and a test, he's in all the way. he hides little things from you before that but once he's told you, you're in it with him forever whether you like it or not, and that means he doesn't keep anything else from you.

I-Inspiration (did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?)

- he's a lot more tolerable around you! you've been approached by fatui officers asking you "how do you do it?" and saying things like "thank you so much i totally thought i was gonna be yelled at today!" somehow you cool off his temper a bit.

J-Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

- JEALOUS JEALOUS JEALOUS man. he gets jealous so so easily and WILL confront you about it. after a while and once he knows he can trust you he gets jealous less frequently, because he knows you're with him for the long run.

K-Kisses (are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?).

- bad kisser at first because he's probably never been in love before. he gets the hang of it quickly though! your first kiss was because he had to shut you up and he couldn't figure out another way how so he just kissed you. you yelled at him after that.

L-Love confession (how would they confess to their s/o?)

- scaramouche confesses on purpose but in a really weird way. he plans it and everything - he takes you out to see the sunset and brings food (almost like a picnic) but then once he gets to the actual confession it's just like "how dare you do this to me? i stay awake at night thinking of you and somehow you're the most tolerable person i've ever met. childe had the audacity to call it love and to laugh at me so he got what he deserved. if you don't feel the same way i'll punch you too." but he doesn't end up having to punch you, which you're both very glad about.

M-Mornings (what’s it like waking up with them? do they sleep late or wake up before the sun rises?)

- he didn't have a reason to sleep in late until he started sleeping next to you. now he's stuck in his ridiculous sleep schedule so he always wakes up before you. but hey! bonus! now he gets to look at you while you sleep, which for some reason makes him extremely flustered (which is really cute to wake up to).

N-Nicknames (what do they call their s/o?)

- just calls you your name 🧍

O-On cloud nine (what are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

- when he discovered he was in love he got angry at you. then he realized it wasn't your fault, and, actually, this wasn't such a bad thing. man were you confused though. for a solid week he just yelled at you for no reason. childe guessed correctly when he realized scaramouche's more-unusual-than-usual behavior, but he had the decency to hold his tongue around you.

P-PDA (how are they with PDA? is it fun to them or are they more reserved with their affection?)

- hates pda. will hold your hand and that's it if you try to kiss him in public his face will scrunch up and his ears will pull back instinctively. then he'll avoid you for the rest of the day.

Q-Quirk (some random thing they do when they’re with you for no reason in particular)

- gently taps you at random moments, almost as if he's trying to remind himself that you're here with him.

R-Romance (how romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?)

- scaramouche tries to be romantic? he's doing his best. he tries all the gooey stuff to make you happy like buying you chocolate and giving you stuffed animals but in reality he has little to no tolerance for this kind of thing and you have to reassure him you love him, not the classic romantic things he forces himself to do. after that he stops, which is a huge relief.

S-Support (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals do they believe in them?)

- he's more focused on his own goals and climbing the fatui ladder, but he's also very invested in anything you're attempting to do. wholeheartedly believes in you, whether he outwardly expresses it or not.

T-Thrill (do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship or do they prefer certain routine?)

- scaramouche likes the security of his routine and the place your relationship is at. he gets embarrassed at pretty much any new milestone and needs some time to get to them, and he gets cranky when things change suddenly, so uh. no, he likes it better the way it is with little to no changes.

U-Understanding (how good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

- not very empathetic, but is very understanding. scaramouche lacks the ability to feel how you're feeling (is it because he isn't quite human?), but he does understand how you work and function, and the best ways to treat you depending on your mood.

V-Value (how important is the relationship to them? What is its worth in comparison to other things in their life?).

- since you're so important to him, you're about number two on his list of priorities, maybe almost tied with his work in the fatui. he can't stand people, but you've wormed your way into his heart, so he's not letting you go anytime soon.

W-Wild card (a random fluff headcanon?)

- any time you give him affection he's a little startled at first, but he comes to love it and eventually will ask you for hugs.

X-XOXO (Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

- yes but ONLY behind closed doors. he's afraid if he so much as looks at you lovingly his underlings will laugh at him, and he definitely can't have that. when you two are alone, however, he absolutely cannot get enough of your touch.

Y- Yearning (how will they cope when they are missing their partner?)

- angry angry angry and makes it everyone's problem. when you get back from your trip the mood is dark and agents are running up to you like you're their savior "OH GOD YOU'RE BACK THANK EVERYTHING PLEASE SAVE US."

Z-Zeal (are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

- he would literally kill for you (please tell him not to)

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