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[mjlol52]

i think i have decided to fully not like him anymore

[nymphoheretic]

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Nymph: Repost from my old blog but, Its here! It’s finally here! I am so excited to post this! This idea has been in my head for months and I was kinda nervous about posting it, but fuck it! I hope you all like it as much as I did writing this!

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, oral(fem recieiving), teasing, dirty talk, fingering, clit slaps, orgasm control/denial, edging, spit kink, sir kink, spanking, blood, minor character death (mentioned), weapons (knife and gun), poison usage, alcohol usage, pole dancing(inspired by this)

Pairing: Mafia Boss!Rengoku Kyoujuro x Assassin Fem!reader

Word count: 5.3k

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You knelt down on the shiny, hard wooden floor as you awaited your order from the man who hired you. Breathing shallowly behind the thin black mask you wore to conceal your identity, you dared to look up at the man sitting in the throne-like chair in the center of the room. You were a highly trained assassin, the best in your class. You were skilled with every type of blade and made your own extremely potent poisons.

“Lord Muzan, I await your orders.” you said softly, gazing into the man’s eyes with your own.

Muzan Kibutsuji, one of Japan’s most notorious Mafia lords, was a rather attractive man with short black hair with long side bangs that framed his handsome face and piercing red eyes. Eyes that were now locked on the woman kneeling before him. You were dressed in all black down to your black heeled boots. 

“I need for you to eliminate the family that has become quite the thorn in my side.” He said, his voice calm and alluding the amount of power he had. Muzan snapped his fingers and one of his servants presented the woman with a photo. “That is the Rengoku Mafia Family. Kill them.”

You took the picture from the servant, observing the family. All three males had the same flame colored hair and golden-vermillion eyes while the woman (the mother you presumed) had black hair and soft red eyes.  You almost felt a bit of sympathy for them. They looked like a nice family, maybe you would use your poisons instead. 

“Yes, sir.” you started to rise out of your kneeling position when a hand clamped down on your shoulder, squeezing roughly.

“I don’t give a fuck who you are.” A voice snarled. “But killing Kyoujuro and his family is my job.”

Turning to look at the man who grabbed you, you saw that it was a man with pink hair and golden eyes.  Your lip curled down into a frown as you growled out, “It would be wise to let me go if you wish to keep that hand.

“What can you d-” before he could even finish his sentence you had your thighs locked around his neck as you swung your weight around, throwing him to the ground. A blade slid out of the heel of your boot as you stabbed it near the side of his head. He looked at you with wide eyes as a stinging pain spread from the slow forming cut that split his cheek. Blood pooled in the wound before falling down the side of his face.

“Akaza.” Muzan said simply, glaring down at the pink-haired man pinned by the small woman. “Effective immediately you are reassigned from the Rengoku Family.” His voice carried across the room commanding with a lingering threat. A slow smile began to tilt at his lips. “Unless you can beat her.”

Akaza grabbed the woman’s leg and tossed you off of him before dropping into a kneel.  “Sir, if given the chance. I will not kill her but I can put her out of commission.”

You laughed, maybe a bit too loudly, as you glared at Akaza. You just had him pinned, cheek split open by the blades in your heels. And he thinks he can beat you? “I’m sorry. You? Put me out of commission? Take a hint from the blood spilling down your face. You cannot win.” Small daggers fell into your palms from the hidden compartment attached to your wrists and you pointed one of them at the man. “You’re more than welcome to try. I’ll try to not kill you.” you glanced over at the man who hired you. “With your permission, Lord Muzan.”

Muzan sat back deeper into his throne, his long legs crossed at the knee as he placed his intertwined fingers under his nose. There was a long pause of silence as the two assassins waited for his orders. The woman poised with her blades and Akaza dropped into his fighting stance. “Granted.” He watched with mild amusement as the two began to fight.

You dodged Akaza’s quick flurry of punches he aimed at your face, retaliating with your own with the dagger clenched in between the webs of your fingers. Your blades, while never piercing his flesh with a direct hit, left glancing wounds on his face, neck and shoulders. You somersault backwards, the blade in your heels sliding out. 

Akaza took a step back to avoid the sharp knife hidden in your boots when you flipped, the tip barey grazing his chin and leaving a small knick on his skin. He had to admit the woman was a decent fighter, but it was time for him to get serious. Only he was allowed to kill Kyoujuro. Akaza would not let some stranger take his prize. 

His foot slammed down into the floor, splintering the wood as he focused his strength into his fists. Akaza would shatter the bones in your arms first, to hear you beg for mercy before breaking your legs and making you crawl back to where you had come from. Just as he was about to attack again, he stumbled, a nauseous feeling overcoming him. Akaza gagged and covered his mouth and it felt like he was both going to choke and vomit at the same time. Why did he feel so sick all of a sudden?

“It took long enough.” you walked over to where he was standing, watching him sway on his feet. “The poison has finally coursed through your blood.” you pulled a vial out of the valley of your breasts, swirling the liquid around. “I coat each of my blades in this serum that I make. It’s a deadly poison.” you stood in front of Akaza, a slight smile curling at your lips beneath your mask as you pressed your fingertips against his exposed chest and smeared the blood that dripped from his wounds. “Does it hurt, Akaza? Or should I say Soyama Hakuji.”

Gold eyes widened. How did you know his birth name? He has not used it since he was a child. Akaza choked on his own bile as it rose up in his throat as he struggled to speak. Was he going to die? Poisoned like a worthless creature after not even landing a single blow on this woman, this fem fatale. 

He flinched when you suddenly injected him with a needle and the nausea slowly started to go away as he dropped to his knees to empty the contents of his stomach so that he could breathe again. “Wh-why did you?”

“I don’t kill anyone who isn’t my target.” you said simply as you tossed the needle away on the ground and put the vial back in the inner breast pocket of your top. You walked back over to where Muzan was sitting still crossed legged up now he held his face in the palm of his hand, looking quiet assumed. “Was that display to your satisfaction, Lord Muzan?” you asked as you crossed your fist over your heart and bowed.

Muzan sat up on his throne, a smile curling at his lips. “It pleases me to know that the Rengoku Family will be disposed of.” He said, looking satisfied. “The funds will be transferred to your account when you’ve brought me their heads. 12 million for each one.”

You nodded as you slid your dagger back into the weapons compartment before bowing once more. Your heels clicked as you side stepped Akaza, who was still hunched over and probably still wondering how you knew his birth name. You stopped at the door, turning to the pink-haired man on the floor. “Because you were once my target before the hit was called off. Be grateful.” you exited out of the room.

Once you had left the building, you tugged your mask down and pulled out the photo you had placed in your pocket. You suppose you should start with one of the brothers. Killing the younger one first would leave a bitter taste in your mouth because he looked so adorable with that kind smile on his face. You glanced over to the other brother. 

“Pity.” you said as you took in the older brother’s features. “He’s kinda cute.” Slipping the photo back into my pocket, you pulled your mask back up on your face and hid in the shadows as you made your way back home to plan out your tactics of getting rid of Rengoku Kyoujuro as quickly as possible. Even if you did not kill the whole family before your deadline, the twelve million you would get from just him would be more than enough.

-0-0-0

Bored.

Kyoujuro was bored. Very bored at this party that was supposedly thrown in his honor. He set his face into the palm of his gloved hand as he watched the scantily dressed dancers try to seduce him with their movements. None caught his eye. Kyoujuro reached for his drink, Brandy on the rocks, and swirled the glass around before taking a drink. His attention was caught when the music changed in tempo, becoming dark and seductive.

“INTRODUCING A NEW DANCER: THE FEM FATALE!”

Kyoujuro leaned back into his seat, legs crossed at the knee. The Fem Fatale. A dangerous name. He hoped this one would provide some entertainment for him. He watched the stage with hooded eyes as the lights changed to a dark shade of violet, his glass to his lips as he waited for the performer to come out.

His tongue wet his lips when a woman dressed in dark red lingerie with a black corset tied around her waist to give her more of an hourglass figure and a sheer black robe with red ostrich feathers decorating the train and sleeves. Her feet were wrapped in a pair of thigh high leather boots and she had a riding crop for her prop. She also left her hair down to frame her face beautifully. But what piqued his interest the most was the black lacy mask that covered her eyes, hiding her identity from him. Kyoujuro wanted to know who this “Fem Fatale" was.

He watched with greedy eyes as she strutted slowly down the catwalk, tapping her thighs with the riding crop until she reached the pole at the end. When her music started, she bent over and flipped back her hair, but a few loose strands covered her face, giving her a seductive look. Kyoujruo’s eyes never left her body as she danced and twirled around on  the pole. He sipped at his drink as he watched her spin and spread those delectable thighs until her legs were in a straight line as she spun on the pole.

Kyoujuro felt the front of his pants become snug as she used the riding crop to spank her naughty ass and cunt as she spread her legs from the audience. Slowly, she stripped out of her robe, tossing it to the side as she grabbed hold of the pole. His cock twitched as he eyed her thighs and breasts as she danced around on the ground, her legs looking miles long as she stretched them over her head.

The front of his pants became almost unbearably tight when she ripped off the corset, her cute tummy on display for his viewing pleasure. His eyes followed her every movement as she slowly climbed up the pole, and begin spinning and twirling. Fuck, she was sexy. Her display of strength and her slow, eroctic movement turned him on. When she spun around on the pole, supporting her body with just her upper body and ankles, Kyoujuro knew that he had to have her.

When her performance was over, Kyoujuro motioned for his bodyguards to go find her and bring her to the private room he rented.

-0-0-0

You stepped out onto the stage when they called out your stage name. You walked slowly down the catwalk, tapping the tops of your thighs with the riding crop you used as a prop. Your eyes sought out for the Rengoku’s and you found him already staring at you with those beautiful golden-vermillion eyes and a glass to his lips as he took a drink. I made my way to the pole, heels clicking on the runway. Flipping my hair back I made eye contact with him, watching him adjust his pants.

Coming out of my robe, so I would have more freedom of movement, I slowly slid down the pole as my legs spread into a split. The Rengoku’s eyes never left your form as you danced around the pole, stretching your legs as you spun around on the pole wih just your hands. You slid down the pole until your knees touched the ground. 

You moved your body around seductively, your hair flying around with your movement and sticking to your  gloss. Knowing that your performance was coming to an end, you snatched off the corset.

As your performance was coming to an end, You decided to show off my strength by locking your legs around the pole while spinning around in place. Slowly, you let go of the pole and supported yourself by arching your back against the cool metal while pressing your ankles down to maintain my balance.

 You could feel his eyes on you as you spun around in slow circles. You wished you still had the riding crop to slide it along your covered heat and thighs, but you could tell he was already mesmerized by you. By the time you had finished your routine and blew a kiss to the crowd, he was gone and you knew that he was going to look for you.

-0-0-0

Kyoujuro sat in his private room, waiting patiently for his bodyguards to acquire the woman. He fixed himself another drink and poured one for you when they brought you to him. A soft knock at his door brought a smile to his face as he beckoned them inside. 

When the woman stepped inside his private room, you were even more beautiful up close than on stage. Luscious lips, perfect breasts, adorable tummy, beautiful hips and thighs, you were a goddess among goddesses.

He dismissed his bodyguards with a wave of his hand. “You can leave.” He said simply, eyes never leaving the woman in front of him. Your eyes were still covered by that lacy black mask and he was dying to see the beauty that laid underneath it. He smiled easily and laughed when you looked around the room. “I don’t bite.” His lips curled upwards into a hint of a seductive smile. “Unless you want me to, princess.”

Kyoujuro watched as your lips parted in a gasp and he held out the glass that he poured the drink into. “Brandy?” He asked, walking over to you so that you could take the alcohol. 

You took the drink from him with a shy smile. Standing this close to him gave you a better look at his handsome features. You could see the way his gold-red eyes sparkled in the light, his perfect jawline, pearly-white, straight teeth, soft yet firm looking lips that were almost always pulled into a smile, and his voice was so deep and rumbling. ‘It’s a shame such a handsome man has to die.’ “Thank you.” you took a sip of the rich brown liquid, a bit surprised at how smooth it went down.

He laughed lightly,  gaining your attention. “Smooth, isn’t it. This is Mendi Coconut Brandy.” Kyoujuro refilled your glass and his before clinking them together. “I enjoyed your performance. “He complimented you, walking over to the couch and sitting down. Spreading his long legs, he patted his thigh for you to sit down.

You eyed him, trying to figure out the best method of killing him. You had the knives hidden in my boots that you used to dispose of the real entertainer earlier. You also have your poisoned hairpins tying back your locks you could use. Your eyes caught the movement of him rolling his sleeves up and you saw the dark swirls of the tattoos inked into his forearms. Fuck... Your body automatically moved over to sit down on his leg as you  gave him a shy smile. “Is there something you want?” 

Kyoujuro leaned in, the sweet scent of your lotions filling his scenes. Coconut. You smelled sweet like the fruit and it made him wonder if you tasted just as sweet and was as tender as the flesh. His fingers found your delicate wrist, the pads resting against your pulse and feeling the blood rush through it. “Nervous or excited to know why I called you here?” His smile was gentle, yet still a bit sadistic. Kyoujuro was the hunter and you were his prey.

Pulling the hair pins out of the bun you wore, letting your hair down, you smiled at him. “Oh, I have an idea of what you want.” you said as you shifted in his lap, straddling his thighs. Placing your lips against his ear, you whispered, “But too bad I won’t be giving it to you." You raised the poisoned pins high, ready to send them into the veins of his neck. “Next time don't be so quick to dismiss your guards.”

He sensed the danger and before you were able to plunge the sharp tips of your weapons into his neck, Kyoujuro knocked your hands away. The pins scattered across the room as he quickly flipped your positions on the couch, his gun drawn and pointed at your forehead as you had drawn a hidden blade and pressed it against his neck. “Hm...you’re a better one than the last one he sent.” His finger rested lazily on the trigger.

You began to feel a bit nervous at the large Colt .38 pointed at your head, but you didn’t let it show. “Big words coming from the Boss’s underling.” you tightened your grip on the handle of your knife, pressing it tightly against his skin. “What makes you think I can’t slit your neck before you can pull the trigger?” you fought the urge to flinch when the cold metal pressed even deeper against the center of your forehead.

Kyoujuro smiled down at you, his lips pulled taunt at your words. “The boss’s underling?” He chuckled as his finger itched to pull the trigger from that statement alone. “You have me mixed up with my father, I believe. He was the former head of the family.” He reached around and pulled at the silk strings that held your mask tied closed.

Rengoku Shinjirou wasn’t the boss? You began to sweat a little, the strings of your mask dangling with the tips tickling your shoulders. The only thing keeping it held up over your eyes was the barrel of his gun. Why didn’t Lord Muzan tell me that Rengoku Kyoujuro was the Mafia Boss. You would have targeted him last. You swallowed thickly as he slowly reached for the edge of the lace mask.

“Let me see this face of yours.” He hummed, pulling his gun back slightly, ignoring the bite of your blade against the side of his neck. Grabbing the lace between his fingers, Kyoujuro pulled it away revealing your beautiful face. You were gorgeous. “Fem Fatale. I see why you picked that name. Many have tried to come assassinate me and my family, but you’re the first one that used this method.” He hummed as he grabbed your knife in his gloved hand quickly and yanked it from her grip. “Muzan finally thought of sending a woman instead of that pink-haired bastard.” The tip of his gun moved down to tilt your chin up so that he could stare into your eyes.

You shivered as you looked into his golden-crimson eyes. They were so cold yet beautiful with that glow of lust that swirled in his irises. You felt helpless without your blades and Kyoujuro was so much bigger than you that you wouldn’t dream of taking him in hand to hand. Then there was the gun he had pointed at you. You swallowed thickly. “What are you waiting for? Kill me. You know that I came here to kill you by Muzan’s orders. Unless you want to offer me more money to take out Muzan for you.”

Kyoujuro clicked his tongue as he tapped the tip of his gun against the bottom of your jawline. “Now what is the fun in that, princess?" He trailed the cold steel down your neck to the valley of your breasts, pointing the barrel at your heart. “How much?”

“12 for each head and double if I finish before the end of the week.” you answered quickly, your eyes glancing over at the corner where he had thrown your weapons. You wished you had gotten time to redress into your normal attire, but his bodyguards had barged into the dressing room almost as soon as you had closed the door. You barely had time to grab the hair pins.

The more he stared at your barely covered body, the silver of his gun contrasting beautifully with your skin, the tighter the front of Kyoujuro’s pants became. Fuck you were gorgeous. He tapped the weapon against your breast, smiling when you jumped. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll let you go. But...” he trailed off, finger toying with the trigger. “On one condition.”

You arched your brow as you tilted your head to the left. Has he lost his mind? Let you go? You were just going to take another attempt on his life, maybe even go after his family first. “And what might that be?” you would play along with whatever he wanted if that meant you would live.

“I will make you fall in love with me before the deadline of your assassination attempt.” He smiled pleasantly, laughing a bit when you recoiled your head back. “If I can’t, you can have my life, but if I do, you’re mine.”

“You’re not fucking serious!” you screamed at him. You? Fall in love with him? “You really think I won’t just try to kill you while you attempt to woo me?!” your brain stopped working when Kyoujuro reached out and placed a black leather gloved finger against your lips, silencing your rant. Damn him. Did he know you thought he was attractive? 

His smile never left his lips. “I never said you couldn’t keep attempting to kill me, but I will thwart every effort and won’t stop until I break you and make you mine.” Kyoujuro leaned in, moving his finger and slid his tongue out and ran it over the seam of your lips. “Come on, princess, just admit that you’re attracted to me.” his hand trailed down your neck.

Your lips were on fire from his touch as you looked up at him wide eyed. His fingers made your skin come alive when he led them down the front of your throat. “What are you...” you trailed off when his gloved fingertips traced over the swell of your breasts, his gun now being holstered back into its holder at his hip. A soft moan escaped when his palm brushed over your nipple before he used both hands to cup your mounds.

“Sensitive thing, aren’t you sweetheart?” Kyoujuro chuckled as he pushed you back onto the couch, his knee sliding between your thighs. “Let me give you a taste of what you’ll receive once you’re mine.” He leaned his head down slowly, intending on kissing her but his lips were met with your cheek as you turned your head away.

You placed your hand over your lips. “I’ll agree to play your little game, but I have my own rules.” you held up two fingers. "First is that unless I say yes, you cannot fuck me.” your head rolled back when his thigh pressed firmly against your heat, tempting you into giving into his touch. But you had to hold firm. “The second is until I say so, no kissing either.”

Kyoujuro gazed down at you, his brow arched before he sighed. “Fine. I won’t fuck or kiss you until you say I can, however,” He snatched your hand away from your lips and grabbed your chin, hooking his thumb on her bottom lip. Gathering a pool of saliva in his mouth, Kyoujuro let it fall from his puckered lips and into your parted lips, landing on your tongue, “have a taste of what you’re missing out on.”

As his spit slid down the back of your throat, a small whine left you. He tasted like the coconut brandy you had drunk, rich and smooth. You wanted more, but Kyoujuro had already latched his lips onto your neck, nipping and sucking his marks into your flesh. 

Your back arched off the couch, grinding your core down further against his hard thigh between your legs. His hand began to massage your breasts, squeezing the flesh until it spilled over in his palms.

“Come on, little one. Let me hear those beautiful moans.” He licked a line down your neck to the valley of your breasts. Kyoujuro pulled the cups of your thin, lace red bra down, pushing your breasts out. His mouth began to water at the sight of your taut nipples standing to attention for him. Latching his lips around your left one, he pinched and twisted the other in between his fingers. Soon a symphony of your saccharine moans graced his ears.

You could not hold back your cries when Kyouuro began toying with your nipples. You weaved your fingers into his silky blond hair to hold him against your chest.

 The pleasure was starting to consume you as he did wickedly sinful things to you. You let out a gasp when you felt his other hand glide down your belly and rested between your thighs. He moved his thigh down so that he could cup your sex over the thin red panties you had on.

Kyoujuro used his teeth to pull his gloves off his hands. He then pushed your underwear to the side and slid a finger along your slit. Releasing your nipple with a wet sounding ‘pop’, a smirk curled at his lips. “You’re already so wet, Princess.” He ran his finger up and down your cunt, parting your folds and watched your lewd juices glisten. “Look at this pussy, just dripping and sopping wet for me. Are you sure you haven’t fallen in love with me yet?”

Your face heated at his words as you swallowed thickly, the taste of coconuts still heavy on your tongue. “N-no!” you whimpered, feeling two of the thick fingers swiping through your slick coated slit. “I’m not in love with you.” A gasp left you when he suddenly pushed those digits inside your clenching hole and your hands gripped the leather exterior of the couch. “Fuck.”

Kyoujuro thumbed your clit as he thrust his fingers in and out at a leisurely pace. He watched every expression that appeared on your face. Marvelling a each lewd sound your pussy made as he fucked you with his hand. Adding a third finger and curling them, Kyoujuro found that spot that made you squirm and shake around him. He licked his lips as he stared hungry at your cunt. You only said that he could not kiss your mouth...

You were drowning, lost in the overwhelming ecstasy that he was causing on your body. Your nails dug into the upholstery of the couch. His fingers found your spot quickly, like he knew your body like the back of his hand. Your eyes slid closed as you started to lose yourself in the mind numbing pleasure. Until you left something hot and wet dripping onto your sex. My eyes shot open when I saw Kyoujuro spitting onto your clit, smearing it over your opening before lowering his head. “What are you doing?!” you kicked your legs out as you tried to grab his cheeks.

He looked up at you with a sinister smile on his lips before he slapped your clit, the stinging pain causing you to freeze up. Kyoujuro smiled up at you as he gathered your legs over his shoulders. “You only said I couldn’t fuck or kiss you, but you didn’t specify how to fuck you or what lips I could kiss.” He spanked your clit once more before gliding his tongue over the nerve.

Your head fell back as you gasped from the stinging pleasure of having your sensitive bud slapped and abused before his warm, wet muscle circled it as if trying to soothe the pain. You moved to curl your hands even tighter into his hair, not knowing if you were trying to pull him away or push him closer to your needy cunt. “Fuck...” you whimpered softly.

Kyoujuro licked up and down your folds, relishing in your sweet taste. You were indeed sweet and tender, even more so than the fruit. He could stay between your thighs, eating and drinking from your drooling hole all day. His nose brushed against your clit as his tongue dipped into your sugary hole to gather your slick. “This pussy is going to be all mine.” He groaned. “Won’t it?” 

In your lustful daze, his words rang true in your ears. “Yes!” you screamed out, flinching his hand came in contact with your ass, the rings he wore possibly leaving an imprint on your skin. You quickly changed your words, “Yes, sir! My pussy will belong to you.” you whined out, fingers tightening in his long golden hair as you bucked your hips upward.

He hummed as he sucked at your opening to taste as much of your sweetness as possible. A combination of your juices and his saliva rolled down his chin. You tasted better than the finest of desserts. Moving his lips up to your swollen nerve, he flicked it with his tongue as he pushed his fingers back inside your slick, clenching hole. Your cream began to smear onto the silver and black rings he wore.

“Oh fuck...” you moaned out as he attacked your clit with quick flicks. You shook your head from side to side as your thighs began to tremble and shake around his head as your back arched even further off the couch. Kyoujuro caught your body before it landed back onto the cushion, pressing your cunt deeper into his face. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” you chanted as your high was nearing. “Right there, please, right there.

Kyoujuro felt your walls clenching and fluttering around his fingers. He gave your clit one last suck before pulling away completely, ruining your orgasm. The Mafia leader gave you a sweet, charming smile before he placed his still wet fingers into his mouth. “Gotta become mine if you want to cum on my tongue, princess.” Standing to his feet, Kyoujuro reached for his suit jacket before reaching behind the couch for his katana. “It’s been fun. Until your next attempt, little fireball.” He walked out of the room

You sat up, knowing he did not just leave you on edge like that. The throbbing in your core let you know that he indeed left you in such a needy state for him. Clenching your hands into tight fists, you declared. “I am going to kill him!”

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Cult of One's Own

Prompt: It wasn't easy to start a cult

Relationships/Characters: The Party, Steve/Eddie (minor/background)

Tags: Dungeons and Dragons, Post-Season 4, The Party plays D&D, Steve plays D&D, fluff, domestic

Wordcount: 864

Ao3

Eddie grins as the party talks animatedly amongst themselves. He has decreed a five minute break so he could take a leak and grab a soda from the kitchen. Hellfire was different now, the Corroded Coffin boys were all off at college or had moved away but with their absence came 4 mostly new players. Will the Wise, Erica the Vicious, Jane the Kindhearted and Steve the Brave. A Sorcerer, Rouge, Cleric and Paladin respectively. The other change to Hellfire club was that rather than be held in Hawkins High’s prop room the party now played in the Harrington’s basement with Robin and Max as frequent observers. 

Eddie lounges in the DM seat, watching Dustin and Mike bicker over their latest monster encounter, berating each other about their shortcomings. A party of eight was the biggest group Eddie had played with long term but he felt it was easier to manage the kids with Steve in the party, picking up a similar parental role even in game. Convincing Steve to play wasn’t difficult at all and after taking a lot of time to walk him through the game mechanics and making sure he had a simple calculator and some scrap paper for the math, he was a pillar in the party’s dynamic. Dustin had originally been very affronted that Eddie had convinced him to join so easily but it turns out your boyfriend asking you is a lot different than being pestered by your kid pseudo-sibling. 

It wasn’t easy to start a cult but Eddie had laid the groundwork down at the very start of the campaign. Will’s kindness towards the needy family of Kobolds they stumbled across in a cave caught the Party in Eddie's scheme, hook line and sinker. Steve was harder to convince and Mike even more so but soon enough Jane wore through to them. Erica remained suspicious but that was not unpredictable. Dustin jabbed her as needed. It wasn’t long before the group was deep in the throws of assisting this mass organization. They had been coming up on their last session for a few weeks now, and tonight the big reveal was close. 

Suddenly Eddie clapped loudly, gathering the attention of the room.

“Ladies, Gentlemen, please take your seats once more.” Eddie smiles with false serenity. 

The Party takes their seats once more, Mike getting elbowed into his seat by Lucas. Erica folds her hands atop the table, meeting Eddie’s eyes. It’s very possible that she has caught onto what is happening or what will happen next but knows it’s too late for the Party. Eddie smirks, surveying the room and takes his seat. Steve rolls his eyes ever so slightly. If there was one thing Steve didn’t understand about the game it was the drama. Eddie thinks it's a real rich attitude to be coming from Hawkins High’s former drama queen.

“You all find yourselves in the home of Balthazar, one of the core patrons who support the noble cause of your pursuit. It’s been months since you’ve joined this association and you’ve slowly climbed the ranks. You find yourselves at a peak of sorts or so you feel. The goat figure leads you further into his abode, inviting you all to be seated for a dinner prepared in your honor. What do you do?” Eddie narrates.

In all the session ended with a bang.

Erica, tired of the ruse, ended up stabbing their host after Will became poisoned. Steve was the first to back her up, ever loyal. Jane had convinced the party to spare the Goat-like man long enough to get some answers out of him.

“I can’t believe all that time we were participating in a cult!” Dustin winges as he stomps, slumped, to Eddie’s van. 

“I can’t believe you dumbasses didn’t figure it out sooner, honestly.” Erica shoots back with an unimpressed look.

“I mean yeah it was suspicious but what isn’t, it’s D&D everyone kind of comes off that way.” Mike adds, less put out than Dustin.

“At least we all made it out alive!” Lucas points out, grasping at threads to bring some positivity into the situation.

“I’m just glad El was able to heal me in time, and getting some answers out of Balthazar was pretty cool.” Will interjects, nudging his sister with his hip.

“I am glad too, I do not like that we were lied to.” Jane’s bashful smile is hard to cover-up even with her serious tone.

“Alright everyone, pile in! Let’s get you all home lest you be tardy!” Eddie calls to the kids gathered in the Harrington driveway. He swivels his head around quickly, checking all neighbors are out of sight, (which is not hard considering how far back the drive is set) and gives Steve one last peck goodbye. Mike groans and Lucas adverts his eyes. Erica 'aw's at them surprisingly genuinely, apparently the freak and the jock were cute together.

The party clambers into Eddie’s van, continuing to argue. An unbearably fond expression crosses his face then matching Steve’s, their gaze on the party.

It might not be easy to start a cult but, sometimes he wonders if he managed it anyways.

[katyspersonal]

I know we don't talk and there's stuff we may not agree with. But I am truly sorry you've dealt with a lot of drama over fictional crap. And I'm sorry if my posts in the past ever contributed to that. Hope you have a better day.

Hey... That's all fine, don't worry! After all, it takes a lot of time and Insight to realise that Gehrman is a very gentle and respectful man and Godrick is an absolute gigachad kdkdkshdffhhgfds /lh /lh

But yeah, on a serious note. It was quite frustrating to find out the real motivation under all that... mess was something so pathetic, but at the same time this is what happens when people make engagement with media and fandoms a moral, political act. Not necessarily a problem, after all, I was the one who concluded that the way a fan judges fictional characters and other fans will very well reveal how cruel they are to real people who do something bad, or how much they will forgive based on personal sympathies. And my mad ravings about caring about female characters! I think the problem comes when a fan is so insecure that they have nothing else besides this defence of ideals through fandomry. If your only way to assert yourself is to be a good guy punishing the bad guys, and that mad raving loredigger discovers there is NO bad guy, what is left of you?

This is why it is crucial to have passion for nurturing rather than for undermining! I think if you speak like this, you've found this truth too? This is true that I don't know you very much (mutual-in-law thing), but to be honest.. you didn't poison my fandom experience at all? I tend to never be aware about discourse until someone basically calls me for help fhdhgsdgdfs Can't scout the fandom tag regularly!

But not only it actually was a quite long ago I saw a "negative" post from you, but also I've seen through the posts that my friends liked or reblogged from you that you've actually became very eager person to defend people's passion and interests! I think the post that particularly got stuck with me was when you resented seeing someone's light die after some Redditor asshole "well aktualy"'d a thing they were excited about creating (not exact wording but maybe you remember too)? Like... you are fine, man. At that point I realised that you were a good fan and in the end valued people's creativity and passion over personal preferences. That you never wanted to be THAT guy, even if your interpretation could not be further from someone else's. Coming to terms with what actually matters in fandomry is very mature and I am happy to see this attitude!

I am still glad that you messaged me about this though; I did not expect this, but thank you! I think I will continue getting involved in fictional discourse because my autistic senses cannot ignore factually incorrect takes with a clear insidious motive, and.. eh, sooner or later, I'll piss off the wrong guy again. Don't feel bad for me when it inevitably happens :p I've accepted the shortcomings when I decided to be the debate guy. Simply laughing at some gremlin starting a discourse with the girls in DMs and not stressing over it is only funny until I realise that newer fans could get misinformed right off the bat.

[terresdebrume]

Ok so Hi, Hello, I hope you're having a great day! I just read your latest fic for the time between us series on ao3 and I found your blog while I was on Aphrodite's tag having a small trip down memory lane lol I just wanted to thank you for this new fic, and also to tell you that I loved it, and that it was a really nice surprise in an otherwise rather boring Sunday. Also, please don't think I was stalking your blog or anything djfshdf, but I saw you made a post about how you hc that Piscies training turns their cosmos into a kind of autoinmmune disease and 👀👀 I'm curious now and would love to hear your thoughts about it if you feel like sharing!

Hi Nonners!

I woke up to your message so yeah, my day is starting pretty well :D

I'm so happy you liked the fic, it's been so long since I updated this series I'm still riding the high of posting tbh xD And btw, stalk my blog as much as you like, that's what I tag (most of) my posts for xD I love seeing people pick a tag on there and just go through it, it always makes me go 'hey friend, I see you!' so really d'ont feel self conscious about it :)

Okay, now on to the headcanon part of the ask, under the cut because it might get long.

So, the thing is that officially, Athena's knights/saints are supposed to be normal people who figured out how to unlock the super special part of their brains, more or less. But normal people don't have poisoned blood, so while figuring out what Aphrodite's deal was, I thought it would be good to figure out how the heck he made that work.

Now I could have said the poison blood was just another cosmos technique like his roses but

It's less angsty

From a Watsonian standpoint it makes no practical sense bc then other knights would be able to sense his cosmos heighten and get advance warning that the poison was coming, which defeats the purpose of Aphrodite's 'you'll be dead before you realize I'm trying to hurt you' MO

So if the toxic blood wasn't a cosmos effect, the easiest way to make it is to essentially treat the Pisces Saint's body like a big syringe, with teeth/nails/blood needles as the needle: just pump the guy full of poison and let him release it through bites in the event that someone gets close enough for it.

However, once you start putting poison into said apprentice's body, you have to have a way for them not to die. So essentially, what I decided happens in the TBU verse is that Pisces apprentice are actually picked out at around 6 months to a year old, and undergo a sort of passive cosmos training, in which they are given manageable doses of poison and their master guides their cosmos to make it inert/ineffective. As they grow up, the doses of poison become bigger, and the filtering of their blood via cosmos becomes an autonomic reflex, like breathing

Which is why, if they stop ingesting poison, their cosmos instead attacks other parts of the blood: viruses and bacteria, yes, but also blood cells and white cells and all the nitty gritty stuff that you want to have enough of for your body to function properly. In practice, I imagine if Aphrodite didn't get his (quite high) daily dose of poison for a while, he would start developing symptoms similar to AIDS (bc of the attack on white cells) and some Red Blood Cells disorders.

The reason I used the term autoimmune disease even though those two examples aren't autoimmune is because it would be a sickness caused by the Saint's body/self rather than something exterior to it.

TL;DR: Back when a friend let me his copies of Lost Canva, Albafica was said to have poisoned blood and the question of how that looked, in practicality, has been poking at my brain ever since :P

[bluebudgie]

Chill Tangled Depths map completion tour on EU servers!

Featuring the best worst tour guide in your vicinity, yours truly.

I made a kinda messy first post about this earlier to test the waters, but let's get this a bit more organized now. If people are interested, I'd love to do a 100% map completion hike through Tangled Depths with you peeps!

This will NOT be a speedrun of any sort, we'll go slow and relaxed. Regard it as a sort of scenic tour.

The general outline:

No mounts required. We'll tackle this the old-fashioned way.

No waypoints required, we will not be porting between WPs (unless of course we all wipe, which hopefully will not happen). I'm not a fan of loading screens and jumping around places too much in group content.

We will start near the Order of Whispers Camp waypoint [&BA4IAAA=], the waypoint close to the Auric Basin map portal.

I have a commander tag so you will hopefully not lose the tiny rat in the depths of the jungle. The squad will be set to private.

I apologize in advance for being a chaotic mess. I will run in the wrong direction at some point.

What you need to bring:

You will need these two masteries this mastery to get 100% map completion:

Itzel Lore IV: Itzel Poison Lore

Exalted Lore I: Exalted Markings Edit: You do NOT need this one in fact! Thank you @dasozelotvonnebenan!

Not 100% required but definitely helpful (we will be using these, but we can find a work around in case you don't have them):

Gliding II: Updrafts

Gliding III: Lean Techniques

Itzel Lore I: Bouncing Mushrooms

How long will it take?

I can't give you an exact estimate of how much time a full map run will take - the route we go will depend on a few different factors. If we're taking the one I currently have in mind it took me - on my own, without taking any breaks - a bit above an hour. Given we'll be in a group and we'll probably generally move slower, wait in between, chat a bit etc I'd rather plan 1:30 to 2 hours for this. This is a rough guesstimate, I've never done a 100% completion run with several people :D

When will it be?

Good question! That's where I need your help. I prepared a little survey to determine which day and time would be the best for most of us. My schedule's a little ~weird~ so I hope any of the listed times will work for you peeps. If it's not possible at all for anyone, we can discuss and try to find something that works for more people!

>>You can find the survey here!<<

If you are interested in participating I would be grateful if you could fill the survey out. I will observe it over the next few days, I'll probably close it latest on thursday.

I don't often ask this of you but if you could spread this post around a little so as many potentially interested people as possible can see it, that'd be awesome! Thank you! ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

[astrcthesiai-archived]

Ravenheart Pirates (One Piece)

Behind the cut/read more is information about the Ravenheart Pirates. I will not tag this post because it is informative and helps readers know what they might be getting into.

Mira -- Captain -- 22-24 -- Biography -- Tags

Ravenheart D. Miranda or Mira, is the captain of the Ravenheart Pirates. Her father only had a daughter, and so she inherited the Will of the D. Her Oharan mother died due to complications from childbirth some years later. Mira developed an obsession for Death to help her grieve over her mother. She pleaded for her father to let her become his apprentice as an undertaker. And so he did. During the murder of Prospero and the kidnapping of Mira, it was revealed that her father, Prospero was a member of the Revolutionary Army. He was one of the spies sent to collect intel on the Nobles and report back. Mira held onto her hair accessory from her father as he told her to smile even through difficulty...

Jasper -- Spy Master -- Age -- Biography -- Tags

Corvino Jasper was originally a Celestial Dragon who defected when he befriended Mira, one of his father's slaves. He followed Mira to freedom and eventually had a fallout with her over her treatment of her first crew. He predicted they would mutiny against her and that they did. While he was away, he met a tribe after getting poisoned by one of their members. They would only allow him to go if he helped the one who poisoned him meet up with the Revolutionary Army. Hesitantly, he agreed but by then there was no way to save his arm. After recovering, he leaves the tribe with his charge. They find the RA headquarters stationed and help is discussed between the RA and the tribe. He had to see his traveling companion back to safety. As a reward for his bravery and sacrifice, he was given a mythical Zoan devil fruit. It would allow him to become a Quetzalcoatl.

Crimson -- First Mate -- 20-22 -- Biography -- Tags

Crimson Charlotte, or rather, Crimson, was raised as a mercenary under the Band of the Unseen with her adoptive sister, Miyuki. Crimson was originally from an Elbaaf tribe that learned to fight Giants and had developed an ability to go into a trance that would up her fighting skills. This was useful for the Band of the Unseen, and Crimson developed a liking for alcohol and substances that could catalyze her Trance ability. One day, she found Miyuki among the fallen near the border to the North and East Blue. She brought Miyuki home to the Band of the Unseen. The rest would be history. After leaving for the sea to get stronger and to find help, Crimson would come upon a starving woman marooned at sea. Her name was Mira, and she would later become Crimson's captain...

Miyuki -- Navigator -- 19-21 -- Biography -- Tags

Crimson Miyuki was raised a mercenary under the Band of the Unseen with her adoptive sister Crimson. She was considered the runt of the group, and as such was scheduled to be disposed of. However, Crimson saved her at the last moment. From then on, Miyuki would become Crimson's mentee. Miyuki learned her specialty within the mercenary group, to use the rifle. The sisters would go on missions together, and on one mission they met a Fishwoman in hiding, Nerissa. They became friends with her. She would eventually become a mother or an older sister figure for both of them. Crimson left the mercenary camp before Miyuki, and asked Nerissa to watch over Miyuki. Crimson was determined to get help to disband the Band of the Unseen.

Nerissa -- Chef/Quartermaster -- 30-32 -- Biography -- Tags

Nerissa was originally from Fishman Island and had loving parents before she was taken by slavers to Sabaody Island. During the boat ride, Nerissa somehow escaped and swam all the way to East Blue. Scared she would be found, she hid on one of the islands in the East Blue. Time marched on, and Nerissa felt shame for leaving her fellow merfolk and fishmen on the boat instead of helping them escape. There was no going back, so Nerissa had to live for herself and for the ones she left behind. One particular day, Nerissa met two little human girls. Both did not have names but called each other Crimson and Miyuki. Nerissa befriended them and eventually became an older sister or mother figure to them. She promised Crimson to look after Miyuki, and so she made good on her promise. She taught Miyuki Fishman Karate and how to navigate the waters.

Marie -- Medic -- 18-20 -- Biography -- Tags

Kurie Marie is Marquis' twin and was raised with him in the same prison walls among the Wardens. They taught themselves medicine after learning to read from the Wardens. After Marquis made his inference, the twins discussed their options. Coming to no remedy to their decision, the twins decided to become Wardens themselves and experiment on the prison's population for fear of being disposed of themselves. Their greatest hero growing up was Vegapunk. After confronting the Wardens and the twins, Mira talked Ana into giving her the twins. She would rehabilitate them. Marie is the only one of the twins with a devil fruit. Her devil fruit is a special fruit that has the same attributes as both Paramecia and Logia fruits. It allows her to control her own blood and that of others.

Marquis -- Medic -- 18-20 -- Biography -- Tags

Kurie Marquis is Marie's twin and was raised with her in the same prison walls among the Wardens. They taught themselves medicine after learning to read from the Wardens. Marquis inferred that their birth parents were researchers who were later executed. Fearing the other Wardens, Marquis and Marie worked diligently as researchers often ignoring their heart's desire to leave the facility or to empathize with their patients. After the Wardens are confronted, Mira talks Ana into giving the twins to her.

Ana -- Sniper/Weapon Engineer -- 26-28 -- Biography -- Tags

Ana was originally from a family of marines and 'smithies in the New World. They lived in an area that was ravaged by pirates, and in one invasion her mother was killed by pirates. Her dream to become a talented 'smith was soon forgotten. Ana grew to hate pirates and was determined to follow in her father's footsteps to become a marine. After training with her father would always tell Ana and her brothers a story about Icarus, a foolish boy who flew too close to the Sun. He warned them to be careful of reaching the top. Her younger brothers did not heed the warning and died in the line of duty, while Ana kept her head down. She always felt the ways her younger brothers met their ends were odd, and so she decided to investigate their deaths. It would lead her to make the hard decision to leave the Marines and join her old enemy's band of pirates.

Rockette -- Shipwright -- 22-24 -- Biography -- Tags

Rockefeller Rockette is originally from an island not unlike Water 7, but from a wealthy family of architects instead of shipwrights. She was expected to follow the family business but always dreamed of becoming a shipwright. The family's patrons were usually the World Government Nobles themselves, so her family pushed and pushed for excellence and perfection. She would hide her ship projects in the hopes of her family not finding them. When Mira came, Rockette took this chance to go to sea for her own freedom. "I can design a ship for you and build it, but you must not tell a soul. You must promise me to take me with you out to sea."

Shakti -- Bard/Singer -- 20-22 -- Biography -- Tags

Ashoka Shakti was originally from the sky island of Birka. She escaped to Vearth (what she calls the earth below) for fear of Enel and his men with the help of her parents. Shakti has an ancestor who was one of the Sky Islands' gods long ago, Ashoka Lakshmi. She sometimes prayed to this ancestor for guidance or strength before her concerts on Vearth. She hoped that by becoming a singer she would let her parents know they were okay. Her devil fruit ability is sought after by the World Government to cancel out Belo Betty's and Perona's devil fruits.

Feiyu -- Meteorologist -- 21-23 -- Biography -- Tags

Yu Feiyu is invited as the crew's meteorologist to help them navigate the chaotic waters of the New World. They are a thief from Kano. Their biggest achievement is stealing the Uo Uo Fruit: Model: Ao Guang from a World Government Noble in Kano. During the heist, the thief ate the fruit, themselves. While they gained the power of the Dragon King of the East Sea, they no longer can swim due to the curse of the Devil Fruit.

[daryfromthefuture]

I posted 277 times in 2022

That's 123 more posts than 2021!

132 posts created (48%)

145 posts reblogged (52%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@fiddlstyx

@daryfromthefuture

@jayisnotdrawing

@bg-sparrow

@odddelorean

I tagged 258 of my posts in 2022

Only 7% of my posts had no tags

#back to the future - 233 posts

#bttf - 223 posts

#marty mcfly - 147 posts

#doc brown - 125 posts

#bttf fic - 73 posts

#bttf fanart - 59 posts

#until i get home - 25 posts

#doc and marty - 23 posts

#bttf 3 - 21 posts

#bttf cowboyvember - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 125 characters

#maybe its too much and ppl may see it as romance? its not too much they are family and if you see it as romance to to therapy

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

happy bttf day, tumblr!

64 notes - Posted October 21, 2022

#4

Dary's big essay on "Back To The Future: The Musical"

I finally saw this show on Thursday! And obviously I want to share all my thoughts :D

(the stage already looks awesome change my mind)

Under a cut because spoilers ahead

As soon as Olly Dobson showed up on stage, it felt so real. Bttf the musical live. How awesome in that? He's an amazing Marty McFly.

The first song, "It's only a matter of time", is definitely one of my favorites. It's partly based on the bttf main theme! And I love that.

Lovelovelove that Jennifer gets more appreciation in this show. Her duet with Marty? Amazing. The fact that she played around with his hair to comfort him after his band got rejected? Yes. That Marty took pics of her during the song? YES.

The next song was "Hello - is anybody home?". While it's beginning sounds more darker (still replaying those chords in my head *shiver*, awesome music) it gets lighter as every family member sings and Dave asks everyone if "they want fries with that". It's a longer song in comparison to the others but also one of my faves! Clearly expresses what Marty feels about his home life.

Roger Bart as Doc is a vibe.

The way Marty stays on side being like "what the fuck is going on here" while Doc dances and sings about the time machine and how "it works!" is one if the best things about this musical

They cut out the Libyans and had Doc die of radiation poisoning after his suit ripped. On his ass.

Marty aka the confused kid in 1955 (bonus: everyone around him is singing???)

The Biff understudy was so good honestly

Goldie Wilson also has a bit of a bigger role - he's got an entire song for himself which is also pretty long and he's completely in the center for a while

George has his own song! "My Myopia". Nice one, but rather not in my favorites. He actually sings this while spying on Lorraine

"Pretty Baby" is a good song but the level of awkwardness. Lorraine, darling, you've literally just met this dude for the first time ever, lay off him. The tension in the audience was fitting

Doc: No, Mr. McDonald, sorry, but I cannot make an investment in Scottish hamburgers. (or something like that)

Doc's FACE as Marty tells him the flux capacitor story- afjafbdkaf

Marty: Doc, you've never let me down in the past! Doc: You mean in the future. Marty: *visible confusion*...riiiight.

The song "future boy" <333

George: "I'm your dentist"

Marty, Biff and the fight on top of the school lockers. Just this scene. Our boy took some sort of light tube and played star wars ("Biff, I am your father." "What?" "Ah, nevermind") and kicked Biff in the ass. Too bad this only impressed Lorraine more.

"21st century" is kinda neat but...kinda unnecessary? I loved Doc going crazy though. Guy felt as if he was on top of the world and he deserves that much <3

Lorraine (to Marty): "Pick me up at seven and take me to heaven~" Doc: *CHOKE*

Idk where exactly that was but this was one of my favorite moments of this whole show. So basically Marty said "this is heavy" and Doc replied with "There's that word again, heavy. Why are things so heavy in the future, is there a problem with the earth's gravitational pull?" And Marty went "wait, what?" Then there was this: Doc: "wait, what?" Marty: "wait, what?" Doc: "wait, what?" Marty: "...wait, what?" Doc: "wait, what?" Marty:... :/ This was especially funny bc Roger spoke louder each time, pulling Marty's leg that way

George and his awkward but adorable dancing

"FOR THE DREAMERS". THIS SONG. I WAS IN TEARS. AW. ALL THE FEELS <3333 The moment Marty went up to Doc, touched his shoulders from behind and said "But I know who you are, Doc. And this dream of yours, it will come true, I know it will. Because I really do believe in you" *sobs* aaahhhhh

Doc hiring Goldie Wilson to attach the cable to the clock tower bc our science boy is afraid of heights 😔

The whole enchantment under the sea dance was done so well?? Like...the decoration, the atmosphere, the set up? Many kudos for this!!

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#3

For y'all playing Animal Crossing: New Horizons, I made some bttf designs that I wanna share for you to use!

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78 notes - Posted August 11, 2022

#2

bucket hat Marty >>>

Also yes I did it I drew my idiots in the cat game

165 notes - Posted July 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I got the ultimate incorrect quote y'all

377 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

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[devils-windchimes]

Pitch Canker Challenge Prompts Part 2: Days 11-21 (Excludes Day 17)

Part 1 here!

Here's Day 11 through 21. So why did I exclude 17, you ask? It contains g/ore, and so does 30. I plan on posting those two by themselves; that way, people who don't want to see g/ore don't have to avoid entire posts. Just a couple images. Anyway, here's some descriptions.

(11) What the- wait a minute. Someone tagged Gary's car! That's not cool, mate. Not pictured: A slew of profanity coming from Gary Clabaugh himself, and quite possibly some scared teens.

(12) Gary found out the culprit: it was one of the school bullies, Sakura! Her father, Mr. Hamasaki, received a phone call from her science teacher Mr. Clabaugh, and now Sakura will have to take the bus for a while. This looks weird out of context.

(13) Gregg had been gone for way too long; like half a year, an entire career for some. Yes, this whole image is a reference to 'Lifetime Achievement Award' by Lemon Demon. Anyway, he learned that his best friend Melonie (right side, they/them), or quite possibly former best friend, was responsible for requesting a mad scientist to bring a dead body back to life...even though she was rather inexperienced with resurrecting corpses, as told by the sloppy stitch work.

(14) Micha (previously known under a different name and gender at the time of posting that on Twitter and Newgrounds) was working on poisonous concoctions, as she normally did. Her parents have high hopes for her, and dammit, she was not gonna let them down.

(15) Playwright and Micha are...somewhere. The kitchen, maybe? Anyway, their mother wanted Wright to do the dishes, and so does Micha. Wright, not knowing better at the time, thought dishwashing was 'a woman's job', which was something that wasn't expressed in the image; in-story due to avoid being chewed out by his mom and sisters, and IRL due to time constraints.

(16) Lee makes himself sick as a result of eating trash burgers. Yes, they're made with literal rubbish. If him eating that stuff didn't kill him, a random car will. 👽

(18) Relating to the unseen Day 17, Corvina helps Quincy nap after being up all night. When Quincy started showing signs of having psychic powers, his first vision was someone's horrific demise. This made him unable to sleep, which almost everyone noticed. Corvina cares a lot about him, and wouldn't want him to go down a dark and disturbing path.

(19) So, uhh...Mix, a 1-year old girl, a literal toddler, suddenly decided to ask one of her fathers where babies came from. That's extremely awkward, as neither her dads nor her uncle were prepared for that conversation. D'oh!

(20) Chloe callously rejects Micha's date proposal, only caring about how dating someone like her 'would've made her look so uncool'. This bothers the background characters in different ways; Sakura is annoyed, Corvina and Matchh are mad, both Playwright and Pattern look in fear as they try to prevent their brother Matchh from flying towards Chloe in a fit of rage. You could say he was...batty. Get it? 🦇

(21) Quincy had a lot of fun in the arcade, having enough tickets to play jump rope with. He noticed that Chloe worked there, so he decided to brag about the amount of tickets he had. Chloe tried to hush him, as she saw some parents reacting negatively to the profanity the nerd used. This place was like CEC, not D&B.

[kxkyuu]

Kirei: Its here! It’s finally here! I am so excited to post this! This idea has been in my head for months and I was kinda nervous about posting it, but fuck it! I hope you all like it as much as I did writing this!

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, teasing, dirty talk, fingering, clit slaps, orgasm control/denial, edging, oral(m-->f), spit kink, sir kink, spanking, blood, minor character death (mentioned), weapons (knife and gun), poison usage, alcohol usage, pole dancing(inspired by this)

Pairing: Mafia Boss!Rengoku Kyoujuro x Assassin Fem!reader

Word count: 5.3K

Tags: @cherrykamado @bakugosbratx @souyawn @bvnnichuu @novaresque @monaukah @cyancherub @renhoeku @spookygeto (these are the main tags. I have soo many)

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I knelt down on the shiny, hard wooden floor as I awaited my order from the man who hired me. Breathing shallowly behind the thin black mask I wore to conceal my identity, I dared to look up at the man sitting in the throne-like chair in the center of the room. I was a highly trained assassin, the best in my class. I was skilled with every type of blade and made my own extremely potent poisons.

“Lord Muzan, I await your orders.” I said softly, gazing into the man’s eyes with my own.

Muzan Kibutsuji, one of Japan’s most notorious Mafia lords, was a rather attractive man with short black hair with long side bangs that framed his handsome face and piercing red eyes. Eyes that were now locked on the woman kneeling before him. She was dressed in all black down to her black heeled boots.

“I need for you to eliminate the family that has become quite the thorn in my side.” He said, his voice calm and alluding the amount of power he had. Muzan snapped his fingers and one of his servants presented the woman with a photo. “That is the Rengoku Mafia Family. Kill them.”

I took the picture from the servant, observing the family. All three males had the same flame colored hair and golden-vermillion eyes while the woman (the mother I presumed) had black hair and soft red eyes. I almost felt a bit of sympathy for them. They looked like a nice family, maybe I would use my poisons instead.

“Yes, sir.” I started to rise out of my kneeling position when a hand clamped down on my shoulder, squeezing roughly.

“I don’t give a fuck who you are.” A voice snarled. “But killing Kyoujuro and his family is my job.”

Turning to look at the man who grabbed me, I saw that it was a man with pink hair and golden eyes. My lip curled up into a frown as I growled out, “It would be wise to let me go if you wish to keep that hand.

“What can you d-” before he could even finish his sentence the woman had her thighs locked around his neck as she swung her weight around, throwing the man to the ground. A blade slid out of the heel of her boot as she stabbed it near the side of his head. He looked at her with wide eyes as a stinging pain spread from the slow forming cut that split his cheek. Blood pooled in the wound before falling down the side of his face.

“Akaza.” Muzan said simply, glaring down at the pink-haired man pinned by the small woman. “Effective immediately you are reassigned from the Rengoku Family.” His voice carried across the room commanding with a lingering threat. A slow smile began to tilt at his lips. “Unless you can beat her.”

Akaza grabbed the woman’s leg and tossed her off of him before dropping into a kneel. “Sir, if given the chance. I will not kill her but I can put her out of commission.”

I laughed, maybe a bit too loudly, as I glared at Akaza. I just had him pinned, cheek split open by the blades in my heels. And he thinks he can beat me. “I’m sorry. You? Put me out of commission. Take a hint from the blood spilling down your face. You cannot win.” Small daggers fell into my palms from the hidden compartment attached to my wrists and I pointed one of them at the man. “You’re more than welcome to try. I’ll try to not kill you.” I glanced over at the man who hired me. “With your permission, Lord Muzan.”

Muzan sat back deeper into his throne, his long legs crossed at the knee as he placed his intertwined fingers under his nose. There was a long pause of silence as the two assassins waited for his orders. The woman poised with her blades and Akaza dropped into his fighting stance. “Granted.” He watched with mild amusement as the two began to fight.

I dodged Akaza’s quick flurry of punches he aimed at my face, retaliating with my own with the dagger clenched in between the webs of my fingers. My blades, while never piercing his flesh with a direct hit, left glancing wounds on his face, neck and shoulders. I somersault backwards, the blade in my heels sliding out.

Akaza took a step back to avoid the sharp knife hidden in her boots when she flipped, the tip barey grazing his chin and leaving a small knick on his skin. He had to admit the woman was a decent fighter, but it was time for him to get serious. Only he was allowed to kill Kyoujuro. Akaza would not let some stranger take his prize.

His foot slammed down into the floor, splintering the wood as he focused his strength into his fists. Akaza would shatter the bones in her arms first, to hear her beg for mercy before breaking her legs and making her crawl back to where she had come from. Just as he was about to attack again, he stumbled, a nauseous feeling overcoming him. Akaza gagged and covered his mouth and it felt like he was both going to choke and vomit at the same time. Why did he feel so sick all of a sudden?

“It took long enough.” I walked over to where he was standing, watching him sway on his feet. “The poison has finally coursed through your blood.” I pulled a vial out of the valley of my breasts, swirling the liquid around. “I coat each of my blades in this serum that I make. It’s a deadly poison.” I stood in front of Akaza, a slight smile curling at my lips beneath my mask as I pressed my fingertips against his exposed chest and smeared the blood that dripped from his wounds. “Does it hurt, Akaza? Or should I say Soyama Hakuji.”

Gold eyes widened. How did she know his birth name? He has not used it since he was a child. Akaza choked on his own bile as it rose up in his throat as he struggled to speak. Was he going to die? Poisoned like a worthless creature after not even landing a single blow on this woman, this fem fatale.

He flinched when she suddenly injected him with a needle and the nausea slowly started to go away as he dropped to his knees to empty the contents of his stomach so that he could breathe again. “Wh-why did you?”

“I don’t kill anyone who isn’t my target.” I said simply as I tossed the needle away on the ground and put the vial back in the inner breast pocket of my top. I walked back over to where Muzan was sitting still crossed legged up now he held his face in the palm of his hand, looking quiet assumed. “Was that display to your satisfaction, Lord Muzan?” I asked as I crossed my fist over my heart and bowed.

Muzan sat up on his throne, a smile curling at his lips. “It pleases me to know that the Rengoku Family will be disposed of.” He said, looking satisfied. “The funds will be transferred to your account when you’ve brought me their heads. 12 million for each one.”

I nodded as I slid my dagger back into the weapons compartment before bowing once more. My heels clicked as I side stepped Akaza, who was still hunched over and probably still wondering how I knew his birth name. I stopped at the door, turning to the pink-haired man on the floor. “Because you were once my target before the hit was called off. Be grateful.” I exited out of the room.

Once I had left the building, I tugged my mask down and pulled out the photo I had placed in my pocket. I suppose I should start with one of the brothers. Killing the younger one first would leave a bitter taste in my mouth because he looked so adorable with that kind smile on his face. I glanced over to the other brother.

“Pity.” I said as I took in the older brother’s features. “He’s kinda cute.” Slipping the photo back into my pocket, I pulled my mask back up on my face and hid in the shadows as I made my way back home to plan out my tactics of getting rid of Rengoku Kyoujuro as quickly as possible. Even if I did not kill the whole family before my deadline, the twelve million I would get from just him would be more than enough.

-0-0-0

Bored.

Kyoujuro was bored. Very bored at this party that was supposedly thrown in his honor. He set his face into the palm of his gloved hand as he watched the scantily dressed dancers try to seduce him with their movements. None caught his eye. Kyoujuro reached for his drink, Brandy on the rocks, and swirled the glass around before taking a drink. His attention was caught when the music changed in tempo, becoming dark and seductive.

“INTRODUCING A NEW DANCER: THE FEM FATALE!”

Kyoujuro leaned back into his seat, legs crossed at the knee. The Fem Fatale. A dangerous name. He hoped this one would provide some entertainment for him. He watched the stage with hooded eyes as the lights changed to a dark shade of violet, his glass to his lips as he waited for the performer to come out.

His tongue wet his lips when a woman dressed in dark red lingerie with a black corset tied around her waist to give her more of an hourglass figure and a sheer black robe with red ostrich feathers decorating the train and sleeves. Her feet were wrapped in a pair of thigh high leather boots and she had a riding crop for her prop. She also left her hair down to frame her face beautifully. But what piqued his interest the most was the black lacy mask that covered her eyes, hiding her identity from him. Kyoujuro wanted to know who this “Fem Fatale" was.

He watched with greedy eyes as she strutted slowly down the catwalk, tapping her thighs with the riding crop until she reached the pole at the end. When her music started, she bent over and flipped back her hair, but a few loose strands covered her face, giving her a seductive look. Kyoujruo’s eyes never left her body as she danced and twirled around on the pole. He sipped at his drink as he watched her spin and spread those delectable thighs until her legs were in a straight line as she spun on the pole.

Kyoujuro felt the front of his pants become snug as she used the riding crop to spank her naughty ass and cunt as she spread her legs from the audience. Slowly, she stripped out of her robe, tossing it to the side as she grabbed hold of the pole. His cock twitched as he eyed her thighs and breasts as she danced around on the ground, her legs looking miles long as she stretched them over her head.

The front of his pants became almost unbearably tight when she ripped off the corset, her cute tummy on display for his viewing pleasure. His eyes followed her every movement as she slowly climbed up the pole, and begin spinning and twirling. Fuck, she was sexy. Her display of strength and her slow, erotic movements turned him on. When she spun around on the pole, supporting her body with just her upper body and ankles, Kyoujuro knew that he had to have her.

When her performance was over, Kyoujuro motioned for his bodyguards to go find her and bring her to the private room he rented.

-0-0-0

I stepped out onto the stage when they called out my stage name. I walked slowly down the catwalk, tapping the tops of my thighs with the riding crop I used as a prop. My eyes sought out for the Rengoku’s and I found him already staring at me with those beautiful golden-vermillion eyes and a glass to his lips as he took a drink. I made my way to the pole, heels clicking on the runway. Flipping my hair back I made eye contact with him, watching him adjust his pants.

Coming out of my robe, so I would have more freedom of movement, I slowly slid down the pole as my legs spread into a split. The Rengoku’s eyes never left my form as I danced around the pole, stretching my legs as I spun around on the pole wih just my hands. I slid down the pole until my knees touched the ground. I moved my body around seductively, my hair flying around with my movement and sticking to my gloss. Knowing that my performance was coming to an end, I snatched off the corset.

As my performance was coming to an end, I decided to show off my strength by locking my legs around the pole while spinning around in place. Slowly, I let go of the pole and supported myself by arching my back against the cool metal while pressing my ankles down to maintain my balance. I could feel his eyes on me as I spun around in slow circles. I wished I still had the riding crop to slide it along my covered heat and thighs, but I could tell he was already mesmerized by me. By the time I had finished my routine and blew a kiss to the crowd, he was gone and I knew that he was going to look for me.

-0-0-0

Kyoujuro sat in his private room, waiting patiently for his bodyguards to acquire the woman. He fixed himself another drink and poured one for her when they brought her to him. A soft knock at his door brought a smile to his face as he beckoned them inside. When the woman stepped inside his private room, she was even more beautiful up close than on stage. Luscious lips, perfect breasts, adorable tummy, beautiful hips and thighs, she was a goddess among goddesses.

He dismissed his bodyguards with a wave of his hand. “You can leave.” He said simply, eyes never leaving the woman in front of him. Her eyes were still covered by that lacy black mask and he was dying to see the beauty that laid underneath it. He smiled easily and laughed when she looked around the room. “I don’t bite.” His lips curled upwards into a hint of a seductive smile. “Unless you want me to, princess.”

Kyoujuro watched as her lips parted in a gasp and he held out the glass that he poured the drink into. “Brandy?” He asked, walking over to her so that she could take the alcohol.

I took the drink from him with a shy smile. Standing this close to him gave me a better look at his handsome features. I could see the way his gold-red eyes sparkled in the light, his perfect jawline, pearly-white, straight teeth, soft yet firm looking lips that were almost always pulled into a smile, and his voice was so deep and rumbling.

’ “Thank you.” I took a sip of the rich brown liquid, a bit surprised at how smooth it went down.

He laughed lightly, gaining her attention. “Smooth, isn’t it. This is Mendi Coconut Brandy.” Kyoujuro refilled her glass and his before clinking them together. “I enjoyed your performance. “He complimented her walking over to the couch and sitting down. Spreading his long legs, he patted his thigh for her to sit down.

I eyed him, trying to figure out the best method of killing him. I had the knives hidden in my boots that I used to dispose of the real entertainer earlier. I also have my poisoned hairpins tying back my locks I could use. I- My eyes caught the movement of him rolling his sleeves up and I saw the dark swirls of the tattoos inked into his forearms. Fuck... My body automatically moved over to sit down on his leg as I gave him a shy smile. “Is there something you want?”

Kyoujuro leaned in, the sweet scent of her lotions filling his scenes. Coconut. She smelled sweet like the fruit and it made him wonder if she tasted just as sweet and was as tender as the flesh. His fingers found her delicate wrist, the pads resting against her pulse and feeling the blood rush through it. “Nervous or excited to know why I called you here?” His smile was gentle, yet still a bit sadistic. Kyoujuro was the hunter and she was his prey.

Pulling the hair pins out of the bun I wore, letting my hair down, I smiled at him. “Oh, I have an idea of what you want.” I said as I shifted in his lap, straddling his thighs. Placing my lips against his ear, I whispered, “But too bad I won’t be giving it to you. I raised the poisoned pins high, ready to send them into the veins of his neck. “Next time don't be so quick to dismiss your guards.”

He sensed the danger and before she was able to plunge the sharp tips of her weapons into his neck, Kyoujuro knocked her hands away. The pins scattered across the room as he quickly flipped their positions on the couch, his gun drawn and pointed at her forehead as she had drawn a hidden blade and pressed it against his neck. “Hm...you’re a better one than the last one he sent.” His finger rested lazily on the trigger.

I began to feel a bit nervous at the large Colt .38 pointed at my head, but I didn’t let it show. “Big words coming from the Boss’s underling.” I tightened my grip on the handle of my knife, pressing it tightly against his skin. “What makes you think I can’t slit your neck before you can pull the trigger?” I fought the urge to flinch when the cold metal pressed even deeper against the center of my forehead.

Kyoujuro smiled down at her, his lips pulled taunt at her words. “The boss’s underling?” He chuckled as his finger itched to pull the trigger from that statement alone. “You have me mixed up with my father, I believe. He was the former head of the family.” He reached around and pulled at the silk strings that held her mask tied closed.

Rengoku Shinjirou wasn’t the boss? I began to sweat a little, the strings of my mask dangling with the tips tickling my shoulders. The only thing keeping it held up over my eyes was the barrel of his gun. Why didn’t Lord Muzan tell me that Rengoku Kyoujuro was the Mafia Boss. I would have targeted him last. I swallowed thickly as he slowly reached for the edge of the lace mask.

“Let me see this face of yours.” He hummed, pulling his gun back slightly, ignoring the bite of her blade against the side of his neck. Grabbing the lace between his fingers, Kyoujuro pulled it away revealing her beautiful face. She was gorgeous. “Fem Fatale. I see why you picked that name. Many have tried to come assassinate me and my family, but you’re the first one that used this method.” He hummed as he grabbed her knife in his gloved hand quickly and yanked it from her grip. “Muzan finally thought of sending a woman instead of that pink-haired bastard.” The tip of his gun moved down to tilt her chin up so that he could stare into her eyes.

I shivered as I looked into his golden-crimson eyes. They were so cold yet beautiful with that glow of lust that swirled in his irises. I felt helpless without my blades and Kyoujuro was so much bigger than me that I wouldn’t dream of taking him in hand to hand. Then there was the gun he had pointed at me. I swallowed thickly. “What are you waiting for? Kill me. You know that I came here to kill you by Muzan’s orders. Unless you want to offer me more money to take out Muzan for you.”

Kyoujuro clicked his tongue as he tapped the tip of his gun against the bottom of her jawline. “Now what is the fun in that, princess.” He trailed the cold steel down her neck to the valley of her breasts, pointing the barrel at her heart. “How much?”

“12 for each head and double if I finish before the end of the week.” I answered quickly, my eyes glancing over at the corner where he had thrown my weapons. I wished I had gotten time to redress into my normal attire, but his bodyguards had barged into the dressing room almost as soon as I had closed the door. I barely had time to grab the hair pins.

The more he stared at her barely covered body, the silver of his gun contrasting beautifully with her skin, the tighter the front of Kyoujuro’s pants became. Fuck she was gorgeous. He tapped the weapon against her breast, smiling when she jumped. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll let you go. But...” he trailed off, finger toying with the trigger. “On one condition.”

I arched my brow as I tilted my head to the left. Has he lost his mind? Let me go? I was just going to take another attempt on his life, maybe even go after his family first. “And what might that be?” I would play along with whatever he wanted if that meant I would live.

“I will make you fall in love with me before the deadline of your assassination attempt.” He smiled pleasantly, laughing a bit when she recoiled her head back. “If I can’t, you can have my life, but if I do, you’re mine.”

“You’re not fucking serious!” I screamed at him. Me? Fall in love with him? “You really think I won’t just try to kill you while you attempt to woo me?!” My brain stopped working when Kyoujuro reached out and placed a black leather gloved finger against my lips, silencing my rant. Damn him. Did he know I thought he was attractive?

His smile never left his lips. “I never said you couldn’t keep attempting to kill me, but I will thwart every effort and won’t stop until I break you and make you mine.” Kyoujuro leaned in, moving his finger and slid his tongue out and ran it over the seam of her lips. “Come on, princess, just admit that you’re attracted to me.” his hand trailed down her neck.

My lips were on fire from his touch as I looked up at him wide eyed. His fingers made my skin come alive when he led them down the front of my throat. “What are you...” I trailed off when his gloved fingertips traced over the swell of my breasts, his gun now being holstered back into its holder at his hip. A soft moan escaped when his palm brushed over my nipple before he used both hands to cup my mounds.

“Sensitive thing, aren’t you sweetheart?” Kyoujuro chuckled as he pushed her back onto the couch, his knee sliding between her thighs. “Let me give you a taste of what you’ll receive once you’re mine.” He leaned his head down slowly, intending on kissing her but his lips were met with her cheek as she turned her head away.

I placed my hand over my lips. “I’ll agree to play your little game, but I have my own rules.” I held up two fingers. First is that unless I say yes, you cannot fuck me.” My head rolled back when his thigh pressed firmly against my heat, tempting me into giving into his touch. But I had to hold firm. “The second is until I say so, no kissing either.”

Kyoujuro gazed down at her, his brow arched before he sighed. “Fine. I won’t fuck or kiss you until you say I can, however,” He snatched her hand away from her lips and grabbed her chin, hooking his thumb on her bottom lip. Gathering a pool of saliva in his mouth, Kyoujuro let it fall from his puckered lips and into her parted lips, landing on her tongue, “have a taste of what you’re missing out on.”

As his spit slid down the back of my throat, a small whine left me. He tasted like the coconut brandy we had drunk, rich and smooth. I wanted more, but Kyoujuro had already latched his lips onto my neck, nipping and sucking his marks into my flesh. My back arched off the couch, grinding my core down further against his hard thigh between my legs. His hand began to massage my breasts, squeezing the flesh until it spilled over in his palms.

“Come on, little one. Let me hear those beautiful moans.” He licked a line down her neck to the valley of her breasts. Kyoujuro pulled the cups of her thin, lace red bra down, pushing her breasts out. His mouth began to water at the sight of her taut nipples standing to attention for him. Latching his lips around her left one, he pinched and twisted the other in between his fingers. Soon a symphony of her moans graced his ears.

I could not hold back my cries when Kyoujuro began toying with my nipples. I weaved my fingers into his silky blond hair to hold him against my chest. The pleasure was starting to consume me as he did wickedly sinful things to me. I let out a gasp when I felt his other hand glide down my belly and rested between my thighs. He moved his thigh down so that he could up my sex from the thing red panties I had on.

Kyoujuro used his teeth to pull his gloves off his hands. He then pushed her underwear to the side and slid a finger along her slit. Releasing her nipple with a wet sounding ‘pop’, a smirk curled at his lips. “You’re already so wet, Princess.” He ran his finger up and down her cunt, parting her folds and watched her lewd juices glisten. “Look at the pussy, just dripping and sopping wet for me. You sure you haven’t fallen in love with me yet?”

My face heated at his words as I swallowed thickly, the taste of coconuts still heavy on my tongue. “N-no!” I whimpered, feeling two of the thick fingers swiping through my slick coated slit. “I’m not in love with you.” A gasp left me when he suddenly pushed those digits inside my clenching hole and my hands gripped the leather exterior of the couch. “Fuck.”

Kyoujuro thumbed her clit as he thrust his fingers in and out at a leisurely pace. He watched every expression that appeared on her face. Marveling a each lewd sound her pussy made as he fucked her with his hand. Adding a third and curling them, Kyoujuro found that spot that made her squirm and shake around him. He licked his lips as he stared hungry at her cunt. She only said that he could not kiss her mouth...

I was drowning, lost in the overwhelming ecstasy that he was causing on my body. My nails dug into the upholstery of the couch. His fingers found my spot quickly, like he knew my body like the back of his hand. My eyes slid closed as I started to lose myself in the mind numbing pleasure. Until I left something hot and wet drip onto my sex. My eyes shot open when I saw Kyoujuro spitting onto my clit, smearing it over my opening before lowering his head. “What are you doing?!” I kicked my legs out as I tried to grab his cheeks.

He looked up at her with a sinister smile on his lips before he slapped her clit, the stinging pain causing her to freeze up. Kyoujuro smiled up at her as he gathered her legs over his shoulders. “You only said I couldn’t fuck or kiss you, but you didn’t special how to fuck you or what lips I could kiss.” He spanked her clit once more before gliding his tongue over the nerve.

My head fell back as I gasped from the stinging pleasure of having my sensitive bud slapped and abused before his warm, wet muscle circled it as if trying to soothe the pain. I moved to curl my hands even tighter into his hair, not knowing if I was trying to pull him away or push him closer to my needy cunt. “Fuck...” I whimpered softly.

Kyoujuro licked up and down her folds, relishing in her sweet taste. She was indeed sweet and tender, even more so than the fruit. He could stay between her thighs, eating and drinking from her drooling hole all day. His nose brushed against her clit as his tongue dipped into her sugary hole to gather her slick. “This pussy is going to be all mine.” He groaned. “Won’t it?”

In my lustful daze, his words rang true in my ears. “Yes!” I screamed out, flinching his hand came in contact with my ass, the rings he wore possibly leaving an imprint on my skin. I quickly changed my words, “Yes, sir! My pussy will belong to you.” I whined out, fingers tightening in his long golden hair as I bucked my hips upward.

He hummed as he sucked at her opening to taste as much of her sweetness as possible. A combination of her juices and his saliva rolled down his chin. She tasted better than the finest of desserts. Moving his lips up to her swollen nerve, he flicked it with his tongue as he pushed his fingers back inside her slick, clenching hole. Her cream began to smear onto the silver and black rings he wore.

“Oh fuck...” I moaned out as he attacked my clit with quick flicks. I shook my head from side to side as my thighs began to tremble and shake around his head as my back arched even further off the couch. Kyoujuro caught my body before it landed back onto the cushion, pressing my cunt deeper into his face. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I chanted as my high was nearing. “Right there, please, right there.

Kyoujuro felt her walls clenching and fluttering around his fingers. He gave her clit one last suck before pulling away completely, ruining her orgasm. The Mafia leader gave her a sweet, charming smile before he placed his still wet fingers into his mouth. “Gotta become mine if you want to cum on my tongue, princess.” Standing to his feet, Kyoujuro reached for his suit jacket before reaching behind the couch for his katana. “It’s been fun. Until your next attempt, little fireball.” He walked out of the room

I sat up, knowing he did not just leave me on edge like that. The throbbing in my core let me know that he indeed left me in such a needy state for him. Clenching my hands into tight fists, I declared. “I am going to kill him!”

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Ghost Explains His Ruby Redfort Playlist At Great Length

(aka the most self-indulgent and probably longest post i’ve ever made, enjoy!)

Also, I’d love to hear any songs you think fit the story/characters! In the tags, replies whatever, I’m 100% down for RR themed song recommendations :D

- Ruby Slippers: Both a reference to her name, and the infamous red clogs from Look Into My Eyes. Also: “Drowning, neck deep in the drama, these catastrophic problems that follow your around” is perfect for her ‘reputation’ at Spectrum.

- Rules: Links to Ruby’s rules, and has themes of questioning/rebelling against authority. “You know you’re never gonna get to find out anyway, the game plays us for fools, you know you’re never gonna get to have the final say, you don’t get to make the rules” matches with Ruby’s defiance of Spectrum, especially her issues with LB.

- Spy?: It’s straight up about spies, what more could you ask for? Also, thought it was good for the mole situation, as well as Ruby’s tendency for self-endangerment.

- Bubblegum Bitch: She wasn’t called “bubblegum girl” by Lorelei for no reason, plus thought it had a fitting amount of attitude.

- It’s A Trap!: It’s a call for action! It’s defiant! Links to wanting to be a field agent rather than a desk job like code cracking, and desire for action instead of waiting around.

- You’re Nobody Till Somebody Wants You Dead: Ruby sure did accumulate a lot of enemies, unfortunately most of them being bloodthirsty killers instead of the standard middle school rivalry. Also reflects a growing paranoia, because isn’t that fun :D “You’re nobody till somebody wants you dead, and the list it grows and grows until it’s everyone you’ve ever known.”

- Blood Red Youth: Ruby’s youth sure has been bloody! About being involved in stuff you probably shouldn’t be at that age.

- Meet Me On the Roof: The roof of the Redfort house is a popular hangout throughout the series, and the line “How high is your low gonna go?” can link to Spectrum potentially lowering standards/relaxing rules to let her work for them. Also! “Taking drowning lessons, secret words and true confessions goes super well with Take Your Last Breath: links to the threat of drowning and the truth serum.

- The Last of the Real Ones: This one I think can be interpreted multiple ways: could be Clancy and Ruby about each other, Ruby about Bradley Baker, or (i think this one is strongest) LB about Baker. About someone who’s had a strong impact on your life: both people feeling set aside from others and connected to each other.

- The Reckless and the Brave: Fits Ruby’s temperament v well, and it’s about wanting a more exciting/meaningful life- wanting to be a part of Spectrum and determination to prover herself as an agent.

- Perfume: This one encapsulates Pick Your Poison for me- Links to the perfume code, Lorelei von Leyden and her signature of Turkish Delight, and “I don’t like his eyes, and I distrust the name” for Ruby’s suspicion of Blacker.

- Bad Decisions: She has quite the track record of making questionable decisions, so,,, 

- The Kids Aren’t Alright: The title alone earnt it a place I reckon, but also “Former heroes who quit too late, just wanna fill up the trophy case again” could fit Buzz and Baker for different reasons, and “I’d do it all again, I think you’re my best friend” is Ruby and Clancy.

- Daniel in the Den: It’s paranoia and betrayal again!! “It’s harder than you think telling dreams from one another” for difficulty discerning genuine concern with paranoia, and “And felled in the night by the ones you think you love, they will come for you” speaks for itself.

- HEY CHILD: Replace child with kid, and I think it’s a decent fit for Hitch to Ruby.

- Don’t Stop Me Now: It’s fun and confident, something nice and upbeat for Ruby.

- RISE: It’s a fighting anthem! Similar to Reckless and the Brave, it links to wanting to prove herself in Spectrum, and her determination to succeed in dangerous situations against the odds.

- Send Them Off!: Really like this song to represent the jealousy dealt with by Clancy and Ruby- Clancy’s jealousy of Ruby, and Ruby’s jealousy of Bradley Baker. The opening lines stuck out to me particularly as being about Baker’s death.

- You’re My Best Friend- Clancy and Ruby are best friends your honour!! I think this song fits their friendship super well. 

- Kung Fu Fighting: I saw this in another RR playlist looking for inspiration/songs outside what I normally listen to, and adfgdfgfh brilliant idea i love it! Fun to imagine the training scenes in Pick Your Poison.

- The Edge: This one is for a very specific scene- At the end of Blink and You Die, where Ruby is on the window ledge as Buzz and Hitch try to convince her to trust them, and that the other is the mole. Lyrics about a balancing act on a high edge as a metaphor for the tipping point in a relationship.

- I’m Still Standing: A fantastic and triumphant song to finish off! “Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid.”

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Wizards Hearts Recs: Soulmates

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 survival is a talent by ShanaStoryteller Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  367490 Tags: Soulmate AU, Indian Harry Potter, Black Hermione Granger, canon? i don't know her, Slow Build, Lucius Malfoy is a bad person but a good father, Parselmouth Harry Potter, Smart Draco Malfoy, I'm offended that's a tag OF COURSE he's smart, sometimes bad things happen, but this fic isn't out to hurt you, Secret Relationship, Slytherins and Gryffindors being reluctant friends, Plotty, suprising lack of focus on soulmates for a soulmate au Summary:  In the middle of their second year, Draco and Harry discover they're soulmates and do their best to keep it a secret from everyone. Their best isn't perfect. ~ “Are you trying to get killed, Potter?” Malfoy drawls, stalking forward. Quick as a serpent himself, he reaches out and grabs the snake just below the head. It thrashes in his grip, but is no longer able to bite anyone. “This is a poisonous snake, and I doubt anyone brought a bezoar with them.” Harry glares. He opens his mouth, and feels the beginning the snake’s language pass his lips, and this isn’t what he wants, what’s the point of insulting Malfoy if he can’t understand him – Malfoy’s eyes widen. He slaps his hand over Harry’s mouth, “Potter, what the hell–” ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Vortex by xanthippe74 Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  20625 Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, POV Draco Malfoy, Down and Out Draco Malfoy, Azkaban, Knockturn Alley, Redemption, Poverty, Angst with a Happy Ending, Auror Harry Potter, brief mention of past suicide attempt, brief mention of past self-harm, Past medical abuse (over-prescription of Calming Draught), Non-graphic off-screen injury Summary:  “Don’t worry, my dearest one,” Draco’s mother told him when he confided his worries to her. When he was old enough to feel the pangs of adolescent longing, but still too young to sense the storm gathering around them. “Magic will overcome any distance or obstacles to bring two soulmates together when the time is right. Circumstances will arise that steer them in the right direction; strange coincidences will make their paths cross again and again. Then the most wondrous moment arrives, when you both realize that your soulmate, your perfect match, stands before you, and from that day forward your hearts will be one.” Ten years after that conversation, the idea of perfectly-matched soulmates feels more like a curse than a blessing to Draco. Who would want a soulmate who was a schoolyard bully, a Death Eater, and a convicted felon? Certainly not Harry Potter. And Draco is determined to take this secret to the grave. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Tie My Heart to Yours by Craftybadger1234 Rated:  Mature Words:  36661 Tags: Rape/Non-conHogwarts Eighth Year, Potions, Red String of Fate, Soulmates, Depression, Past Rape/Non-con, Past Child Abuse, Angst, Getting to Know Each Other, Mild Sexual Content, Mildly Dubious Consent, Fluff, Bisexual Draco Malfoy, Happy Ending Summary:  For fun, Slughorn has the eighth year students brew a potion to reveal their Red Strings of Fate. Harry doesn't know what to think about being tied to Draco. Or how to make a relationship work between them. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Highly (in)Compatible by daisymondays Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  36828 Tags: Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Romance, Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World, Post-Hogwarts, Denial of Feelings, anxiety mention, References to Depression, Panic Attacks, Forced Dating, Enthusiastic Consent, POV Draco Malfoy, Humor, Magical Theory, Soulmate Theory, HP: EWE, Getting Together, Getting to Know Each Other, Forced Proximity Summary:  Draco’s been shagging The Prat Who Lived on and off for a few months when his soul mark starts to change. Draco’s had to accept a lot of adjustments to his life, but accepting that Harry Potter could be his soulmate is one step too far. It can’t be true? Can it? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 A Tale of Woo by Veritas03 Rated:  Mature Words:  25330 Tags: N/A Summary:  Harry’s a bit of a mess, despite a successful Quidditch career. Draco’s not too much of a mess, but believes his life is as good as it’s likely to get. Both want something more. Fate is going to help them out with that. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 With You, Always by acupforslytherin Rated:  Mature Words:  14542 Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Hogwarts Era, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Non-Explicit Sex, Dreams, Lullabies, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, hearing, TasteofSmut 2020 Summary:  All his life, Harry repeatedly hears one same calming tune in his dreams. No one seems to recognize the mysterious song, until one day, Harry catches Malfoy humming it when he thinks he's alone. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Not By Duty Are We Bound by Dreaming_of_a_Bright_Sky Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  17176 Tags: Graphic Depictions of ViolenceAU, Soul Bond, Hurt/Comfort Summary:  Draco Malfoy has saved Harry's life so many times that it's joked about (and even bet upon) by the Aurors Harry works with. When Harry finds out how and why, it forces him to see a reality that he'd been blinding himself too. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 All Our New Years by Frayach Rated:  Mature Words:  2525 Tags: New Year's Eve, Soulmates, Minor Character Death Summary:  It takes too many New Year's Eves without each other but eventually they get it right. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Changing Tides by carpemermaid Rated:  Explicit Words:  109687 Tags: Bisexual Harry Potter, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Slow Burn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Dumbledore's Army, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Auror Harry Potter, Auror Partners, Auror Draco Malfoy, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Patronus, Gardens & Gardening, Cultural References, POV Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts Fifth Year, POV Alternating, POV Harry Potter, Wandless Magic, Coming of Age, Mutual Pining, War AU, Romance, Falling In Love, Humor, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Healing, Post-War, Ministry of Magic, Minor Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Soulmates, Community: hd_erised, Sexual Fantasy, Wet Dream, Snogging, Frottage, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Non-Penetrative Sex, Emotional Sex, Hand Jobs, Professor Harry Potter, Person of Color Harry Potter Summary:  Draco has spent half of his life spouting the things his father has taught him without much thought about how he feels about what he says. When he unexpectedly comes face to face with the Dark Lord, he grapples with the harsh realities of the world and struggles with his changing views on life. Instead of doing what’s expected of him fifth year, he joins Dumbledore’s Army and learns how to defend himself, how to make his own choices, and how he can be something greater than his father’s example as he grows into his own man rather than his father’s shadow. The choices he makes change both his and Harry’s fates, intertwining their paths until they converge. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Everything a Word Can Mean by OTPshipper98 Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  2355 Tags: Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Sectumsempra Scars, Pre-Hogwarts, Hogwarts Era, Post-Hogwarts, Foot Massage, Nicknames, Cuddles, Happy Ending, Drunken Confessions, Getting Together Summary:  In a world where magical people are born with the nickname their soulmate will call them by tattooed on their skin... what does it mean that the word on Harry's chest is the thing he hates to be called the most? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Danse Russe by Frayach Rated:  Explicit Words:  140119 Tags: Novella, Soulmates, Angst, HP: EWE, Explicit Sexual Content, World Travel, not a wip Summary:  True Love. Soul Mates. They're just words until put to the test. Harry and Draco have a bond that was forged in the hell of the post-war years and pulled them both back from an abyss of nihilism and self-destruction. Nothing can break it, or so they believed. But True Love can demand sacrifices too great to bear and deeds too terrible to justify. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 A breath worth of life by Explicit Rated:  Explicit Words:  39791 Tags: H/D Hurt!Fest 2020, Soulmates, Terminal Illnesses, Death, Preparing for Death, Minor Character Death, Grief/Mourning, breaking up, Loneliness, Depression, Self-Hatred, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Suicidal Thoughts, Heavy Drinking, Therapy, Grief counselling, Vomit, Hospitals, Cruise, Pirates, Treasure hunts, parenting, blended families - Freeform, It Takes a Village to Raise a Child, Magic Theory, Healer Hermione Granger, Cursebreaker Draco Malfoy, Auror Harry Potter, Accidental Bonding, love is the most powerful magic, Breathplay, Domesticity, Weddings, proposal, vactioning, hermione deserves all the awards, Kópakonan saves the day, Italians do it better, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Draco is father of the year, Ron is father of the year, Harry is not even in the competition, PoC Harry, POC Hermione, Long-Haired Draco Malfoy, long-haired Harry Potter, Short-haired Draco, Short-haired Harry, questionable medical ethics get handwaved here for the sake of fun, close encounters with ponies puffins sheep and other assorted fauna, Trans Luna Lovegood, Casual Sex Summary:  ‘...that moment when everything clicks into place, when the circumstances are right, your magic aligns, and you touch your soulmate. You'll know then, Draco, my darling.’ His mother used to look at his father with such devotion then. ‘It will feel like breathing fresh air for the first time, you'll know you'd been living on borrowed time until then but no more. There is an entire lifetime in that one breath.’ Finding your soulmate is the one way a wix can hope to live past thirty, but if he can’t have that with Astoria, Draco is ready to check out, let his magic eat him up and be done. Harry, on the other hand, isn’t about to leave any stone unturned or path unbeaten until he finds the one person meant for him before that fated birthday rolls around. After every failed attempt he grows more and more convinced that whatever Voldemort did to him might have made him unlovable, but he will go down fighting if he has to. Hermione still thinks the whole thing is cancer but what does she know? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Today, Forever by PalenDrome (nerdherderette), PotterArt Rated:  Explicit Words:  60958 Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Voyeurism, Frottage, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Rimming, Anal Sex, Auror Harry Potter, Veela Draco Malfoy, Winged Draco Malfoy, Veela Mates, Bonding, Soulmates, Enemies to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Draco Malfoy/OMC (brief), Past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Case Fic, Minor Violence, Minor Character Death, Magical Theory, Magical Biology, Muggle and Wizarding Technology, Digital Art, Embedded Images, Harry/Draco Big Bang 2018, Community: harrydracobang Summary:  As if his recent divorce and sleepless nights weren’t bad enough, a rash of escalating crimes against purebloods forces Harry and his team of Aurors to protect the riskiest target in all of Wizarding Britain. Of course, Draco Malfoy would still be ridiculously infuriating and impossibly gorgeous. As well as a Veela. Who happens to be Harry’s mate. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Dragon Heartstrings by JET_Playin Rated:  Explicit Words:  23825 Tags: Soulmates, Red String of Fate, Explicit Sexual Content, HP: EWE, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Angst, Fluff, Romance, Implied Relationships, Top Harry, Bottom Draco, Falling In Love, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Tall!Harry, Misunderstandings, Oblivious Harry, Oblivious Draco Malfoy, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:  Draco has seen the strings for almost as long as he can remember, but they don't mean anything. Anything at all.... ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Love and Paranoia by sunnyeclipses Rated:  Explicit Words:  48547 Tags: Post-Hogwarts, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Drug Abuse, Drug Addiction, Addiction recovery, Near Death Experiences, Overdosing, Relapsing, Drinking, Partying, Drunkenness, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, wall punching, Concern Over Someone Else's Weight, Soulmates, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Caretaking, Pining, Falling In Love, Slow Burn, Explicit Sexual Content, Self-Esteem Issues, Auror Harry Potter, Down and Out Draco Malfoy, Domestic, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Minor Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini, Minor Theodore Nott/Pansy Parkinson, Minor Neville Longbottom/Luna Lovegood, Hurtful Comments About Drug Use, Brief suicide ideation, Christmas, Pets, Sharing a Bed, Weddings, supportive friends, Forced Proximity, classic literature, H/D Erised 2020 Summary:  When Harry finds out his soulmate is none other than Draco Malfoy, he genuinely expects his life to go to shit. It doesn't help that Draco is an addict, coasting on reality-altering highs to feel something happy, something pure just once more before the comedown. What Harry doesn't expect is to care so much that it tears him apart at the seams. A story about love, drugs, and getting better. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Every Me and Every You by bixgirl1 Rated:  Explicit Words:  69300 Tags: Forced Proximity, bed sharing, Legilimency, Veritaserum, Snark, Magical Theory, Tropes (please read author's note!), EWE, Falling In Love, Frotting, Mutual Masturbation, Rimming, magical sex, Really just all the sex, Gift Fic, UST, RST, Soulmates Summary:  Harry liked his life just fine, thankyouverymuch — so it was bad enough when a sly fairy cursed him to leap into alternate realities. But seeing Malfoy in all of them? Definitely way too much. And worse yet: needing the bastard's help to figure out how to get out of of it. It was a disaster waiting to happen, really. Well... probably. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 you've got the antidote for me by Kandakicksass Rated:  Mature Words:  20730 Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soul Bond, Red String of Fate, Heavy Angst, Terminal Illnesses, Major Illness, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:  When Harry Potter unintentionally severs their soulbond before it can fully form, Draco Malfoy resigns himself to a slow death and decides not to burden Harry with a soulmate he's made it very clear he doesn't want. He's never been selfless before, but for Harry, he can try. ❤️ Read on AO3

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Secrets of the Darkened Seas

🧜🏻‍♀️ Hello! Welcome to chapter five! Please please please give a like and follow to my co-author and best friend Luna ( @epithymiahua ) because this story would not be where it’s at without her help! She’s incredible and deserves so much credit for working on this alongside me cause she works so hard. And I feel horrible that she isn’t getting the credit deserves. Just a small reminder that the next chapter will be posted on Luna’s blog! 

This chapter features a mention of poisoning, it’s quite brief and only about paragraph but nonetheless here’s your warning. Also, if you have any questions about swords and the reasoning behind Min-Jun’s sword having a name, feel free to ask Luna on her blog, she is great at explaining the lore behind it all and very patient to help you understand. 

As always, a reminder that there is some lore included within this, however, it will be explained over time so no worries. There are very subtle mentions of lore within the previous chapters so perhaps read back and see if you can catch it. 

Under the guise of Fantastic Nautical Creatures by Newt Scamander, the included lore on different types of merfolk will as always, be taken from the book “The Secret World of Mermaids” by Francine Rose. We will not take credit for its writing. It’s a childhood book of mine that I adore dearly and sincerely think you should all check out!

Also! Please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list so that you don’t miss a new chapter! Anyways, that’s about it. I hope you enjoy!

If you’ve missed any chapters here’s the link to the masterlist for this story Secrets of the Darkened Seas 🧜🏻‍♀️

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Chapter 5: The Sea Serpent’s Venom

Everything happened in a span of mere seconds. Regulus and Tadase both woke up in fear, the crew claimed their weapons, the boys were pulled away by Opal and hidden away, Remus drew his sword, Sirius’ sword clanged against his, and the invading pirates boarded the Dragon’s Pearl. 

Remus glared at the offending man, he stepped back when other pirates began to draw closer. One of the pirates stood next to Sirius Black. He was lean and tall, he wore round spectacles, light skin, the most unruly black hair Remus had ever seen, and a sword at the ready. 

Remus blocked the first to his head, retaliating by swinging his sword. The pirate in spectacles charged at Quinn, who only smirked in response. Easily dancing around the younger pirate, disarming him rather quickly by grabbing the spectacles of the pirate. The man yelled out in surprise, shouting at the unfairness of it all. 

Another pirate, this time a woman with bright green eyes and fiery red hair, charged after Opal. Having just joined the fray, she quickly blocked a blow to her side. She was not amused, nor did she want to deal with practical children, minus Remus of course, trying to steal their ship.

“Where is he?!” Sirius snarled out, his sword pressed against Remus’.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” He snapped in return. Pushing his sword down against the Black.

“Don’t play coy, I know your captain kidnapped my brother!” Sirius pulled his sword free and twirled it with his wrist. “Kidnapped?! My captain practically saved him!” Remus widened his stance, putting the hilt of his sword to his chest.

Sirius didn’t even bother to respond to that, only frowning at the answer Remus gave him. He surged forward again, aiming for Remus’ torso. He blocked and began to advance while Sirius began to retreat to the stairs. He was heading for the Captain’s quarters. In a moment of quick thinking, Remus threw his sword. Sirius found himself pinned to the wall- Remus’ sword piercing his sleeve to the wood of the railing.

Sirius tugged his wrist, trying to pull free, he glared at Remus who only offered a smirk in return. His expression falters at the sight of a young lanky man with dusty blonde hair and grey eyes. The young man’s eyes darted around nervously, he quickly ran towards Sirius, handing the object in his arms to him. 

It was Min-Jun’s sword, the one with a dark green sheath with gold accents. Dú hǎi. Remus paled. The lanky boy had snuck into the Captain’s quarters. Sirius smirked, taking the hilt of the sword.

The crew of the Dragon’s Pearl paused, watching Sirius. With all of the attention on him, Sirius spoke. 

“I’ll be taking over this ship, unless you hand over Regulus Black. If you don’t, I’ll have the Dragon’s Pearl kill you all.” The crew merely looked at the Black in confusion.  

Sirius frowns, he lifts the sword up for the crew to see. “See this! This sword controls the ship, and I hold the sword.” 

Remus looked to Quinn, an intense desire to wring the young Black’s neck was clear upon his face. Quinn merely shook his head, sheathing his sword, and leaned against the railing. Remus only looked at Sirius as if he was watching a child wave a stick and calling it a magic wand.  

Sirius’ brows frowned further into frustration at the lack of a response from the crew, in anger, he pulls the sword from its sheath. Instantly dropping the sword, blood dripping to the deck. Sirius clutched his hand tightly, a tiny metallic gold snake with emerald eyes wrapped its body around Sirius’ wrist, its fangs piercing the skin. 

The metallic gold snake released its fangs, leaving two puncture holes, uncoiling its body, and it fell to the floor. Then slithered its way to the hilt of the sword where it fits perfectly to the deep grooves of the metal hilt that had appeared to have lost a large piece. The snake froze and became inanimate once more. Its emerald eyes shimmering. 

Sirius looked to Remus and Quinn. His vision began to fog up around the edges, his mind felt heavy. “What did you do to me? What is that sword?!”

“Us? We’ve done nothing.” Quinn replied with a shrug.

Remus sheathed his sword and walked forward. His expression was neutral as the crew began to drive out the remaining pirates who had grown in fear at the sight of the sword’s snake coming to life. “That sword, is called Dú hǎi.” 

Sirius fell to his knees, he looked up to Remus. “What the bloody hell does that have to do with anything?!” 

Remus remains passive. “Dú hǎi translates to Venomous Sea.” He crouched down next to the pirate. “You were bitten by the spirit of the sword, and now have its venom running in your veins.” 

The pirate glared at Remus. “Give me the antidote!” 

“I don’t have it, only the White Sea Serpent has it,” Remus answered calmly.  

Sirius froze, he had heard that title before. The White Sea Serpent was a man who had vanquished many pirates and had a magical sword that only served one master. “Who is he?! Where can I find him to give me the antidote!?” 

“He’s my captain,” Remus smirked. “Captain Min-Jun Hua. And I doubt he would give someone like you the antidote. He doesn’t take too kindly to trespassers on his ship.”  

Sirius struggled to keep his eyes open, his heart began to slow, he fell to his side. Quinn walked forward. 

“You got bitten by the White Sea Serpent mate. You’ll become legendary if you survive. Which you won’t since its venom is hell without the antidote.” He leans down to grin at the pirate. “You’d best start praying my captain returns soon, eh?”  

Sirius couldn’t respond, he fell unconscious. Quinn tsks, shaking his head. He stood, “Take him to the infirmary, make sure he stays alive long enough for Min-Jun to arrive.” 

The crew gets to work. Remus watches them drag Sirius away, his arms crossed. “Defeated by the captain’s sword when the captain was nowhere in sight. What a terrible way to die. He doesn’t even have the honor to die with the captain present. How tragic.” 

“Well, now you know how it looks in person. This is why no one has managed to take the ship.” Quinn adds, he grabs the fallen sword, speaking quietly to it. A small hiss answers in return, Quinn resheaths the sword.  

“I’ll go check on the children. They got quite the scare.” Remus offered. He personally wanted to make sure the children weren’t harmed during the fight. 

“Alright, try to get some sleep,” Quinn adds as he looks to the ship that was sailing away. “His own crew left him, not that I blame them. They wouldn’t even be able to help him.” Quinn turned to the infirmary. Dú hǎi in his hand. 

When Remus joined the children, Brielle had taken to hiding Regulus as well. She snarled when the cabin door opened, but stopped when she saw that it was Remus. 

“How are they?” Remus asked softly, kneeling on the ground. The mermaid had not spoken once, but it was clear she could understand them. The mermaid only communicated with Remus telepathically, but even then Remus still struggled to understand the complex mer language. 

Brielle simply looked to her right, the children were huddled under a blanket. She looked back to Remus, her eyes turning silver as she spoke to Remus telepathically.

Remus instantly raised his hands to try to stop her, his head shaking. “Alright, I understand. Please stop doing that, it feels so loud my head might burst.” He looks to Brielle who’s shoulders slumped. He sighs. “At least until I know about your language.” 

Brielle looks away, her hair falling over her shoulder. Remus turned his attention to the blanket, lifting it up a tad to peek at the children underneath. Two pairs of wide eyes stared back at him. Remus couldn’t help but smile. 

“Are you both alright?” The boys nod. Tadase crawls out from the blanket, curling up to the older mer’s side. Purring contentedly. Regulus crawled out as well, hesitantly watching the two mers interact, it looked like he wanted comfort too.  

Without warning, Remus pulled Regulus onto his lap, hugging him tightly. Regulus struggled to pull himself free, but gradually came to a stop. The child’s shoulders began to shake, before he began to sob. 

Remus only rubbed his back in an attempt to soothe him. A sigh leaving his lips, he was angry. Regulus had been so small and thin, he hadn’t spoken a single word for nearly all four days. Only flinching whenever someone mentioned the Blacks. What had they done to him?

“He feels abandoned.” Remus snapped his head up, eyes wide as he looked to the mermaid. She had spoken. In english!

Brielle looked undisturbed with her sudden ability to speak. She watched the boy closely. “I feel, loneliness from him. He feels abandoned.” 

Remus frowned. He wasn’t surprised. The Blacks all but unloved the frail boy in his arms. Regulus was neglected for so long, it must have felt like rejection and abandonment. Brielle tilts her head, the mer child in her arms has fallen asleep. Gently, she places Tadase down beside her. She turns to Remus, her arms stretched, reaching for Regulus. 

“I’ll sing. To help him sleep. No more nightmares.” 

Remus’ eyes widened in surprise. “Mermaid’s can be rid of nightmares?” 

Brielle nodded. “Mothers do, for their babies. I will do it for him.” She pulls the boy into her arms, her clawed hands were so gentle, it amazed Remus how such a fierce creature could become so gentle and tender to others. He had much to learn about his fellow mers it seemed. 

Once settled comfortably upon her lap, Brielle began to sing. And her lullaby soothed out the frown on his face, falling deep into sleep. Tadase curled closer to her. Her lullaby seemed to calm the rage within Remus’ own mind, and all the crew slept well for the first time in days. Even Sirius Black who was fighting for his life, the pain seemed to dull. 

Her song reached everyone aboard the Dragon’s Pearl.

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Thanks for the ask! This is kinda a long one without any pretty pictures, so I’ve tagged it for anyone who doesn’t want it clogging up their dash.

1. Historical figure you used to like before you learned more about.

I’ve never actually liked him, but Winston Churchill. I knew he was 'problematic’ to an extent, but I was pretty neutral on him since, you know, he “saved Europe” from the Nazis. I also didn’t learn about him in school, so I just took the established opinion of him at face value. But MY GOD he was a racist, white supremacist, imperialist, genocidal piece of shit. Here are some choice quotes from the man himself:

On the Boer War (1902): “[It was] great fun galloping about.” “[My only] irritation [is] “that Kaffirs should be allowed to fire on white men” (The ‘great fun’ being the war in which the British sent 100,000+ black Africans to concentration camps, and ‘Kaffir’ being a racist term for black Africans.)

On the use of chemical weapons against the Kurds (1920): “I am strongly in favour of using poisoned gas against the uncivilised tribes … it would spread a lively terror.”

On Mussolini (1927): “In the conflict between Fascism and Bolshevism, there was no doubt where my sympathies and convictions lay.” (Hint: it was fascism.)

On Palestinians (1930s): “Barbaric hordes who ate little but camel dung.” On self-determination: “I do not agree that the dog in a manger has the final right to the manger.”

On Jewish people (1937): “It may be that, unwittingly, they are inviting persecution — that they have been partly responsible for the antagonism from which they suffer.” (Hitler was already in power, so YIKES)

On the genocide of Native Americans and Indigenous Australians (1937): “I do not admit, for instance, that a great wrong has been done to the Red Indians of America or the black people of Australia. I do not admit that a wrong has been done to these people by the fact that a stronger race, a higher-grade race, a more worldly wise race to put it that way, has come in and taken their place.”

On the partition of India (1947): “I’d rather see them have a good civil war.” “The Hindus were [a] race protected by their mere pullulation from the doom that is due” (’Pullulation’ meaning ‘to multiply rapidly’, and ‘the doom that is their due’ being the brutal, sectarian partition in which millions were killed and displaced. Churchill may have helped create Pakistan — or as he called it, Britain’s “bit of India” — but he despised Pakistanis, who he considered a “lower manifestation” of humanity.)

On the Bengal Famine which killed 3 million (1944): “I hate Indians. They are a beastly people with a beastly religion.” (Keep in mind that, like the Irish Famine, the Bengal Famine was a direct result of his own government exporting rice from India, despite the fact that crops had failed and that Churchill was repeatedly warned that continuing to export rice would lead to famine. Not only did Churchill deny relief to Bengal, but he also blamed the Bengalis for their own starvation for “breeding like rabbits.”)

His opposition to Nazism wasn’t nearly as principled as most people believe. Far from being an anti-fascist and anti-Nazi, Churchill was himself a fascist eugenicist, who only opposed the Nazis insofar as Hitler’s imperial ambitions threatened British dominance. This was the same Churchill who once boasted that the “Aryan stock is bound to triumph,” and whose main criticism of Hitler was that he had “not been mellowed by the great success that ha[d] attended him,” lamenting the loss of “the Hitler of peace and tolerance.” I was neutral on Churchill before, but now I’m pretty comfortable placing him in the same league as other racist mass murderers, if not in death toll, then certainly in his views. The British Viceroy of India said that “Churchill’s attitude towards India and the famine is negligent, hostile and contemptuous.” The Indian Secretary of State said that there wasn’t “much difference between his outlook and Hitler's.” His own secretary attested to him saying that Indians were “a foul race ... and he wished Bert Harris could send some of his surplus bombers to destroy them.” And those were just his view on Indians. While Churchill’s own colleagues saw him as an extremist, the cult of British exceptionalism demands that these inconvenient aspects of his legacy be ignored, lest they contradict the narrative of the Empire as an ultimately beneficial, civilising force.

Don’t get me wrong, I do think that Churchill is worthy of serious study, as all influential and complex figures are. But he is uncritically considered The Greatest Briton of All Time purely because of his whitewashed wartime legacy, which has been used time and time again to dismiss the very real harm he caused to millions of people and continues to cause harm today. Stalin also “saved Europe” from the Nazis, but it would be insulting to say his role in defeating Nazism somehow excuses his atrocities. Yet Churchill’s atrocities are constantly excused because his victims were mostly brown “savages” (his words), who needed to be ‘civilised’ anyway. You only have to look at this BBC article to see his apologists’ mental gymnastics in trying to defend him (here’s my favourite: “Although Churchill did think that white people were superior, that didn't mean he necessarily thought it was OK to treat non-white people in an inhumane way”). As a POC from a former American colony, I find the systematic erasure of the atrocities committed by the Anglosphere and the knee-jerk defensiveness towards any acknowledgement of the intergenerational trauma caused beyond irritating. The Cult of Churchill is but one example of this.

5. Historical figure we should talk more about.

JASPER TUDOR UNCLE OF THE CENTURY. Now that was a man who was actually loyal to his brothers and protected his nephews, unlike... some other uncles I could name lol. He’s also the one Tudor man (aside from Arthur) that PGregs couldn’t demonise, although she did still portray him as a 26 year old man being in hopelessly love with his 13 year old sister-in-law, which uh, NEVER HAPPENED.

Anyway, I have a whole tag devoted to Jasper here if you want to learn more about him. There are also three historical biographies dedicated to him: Jasper Tudor: Dynasty Maker by Terry Breverton (2014), Jasper Tudor: Godfather of the Tudor Dynasty by Debra Bayani (2015), and Jasper: The Tudor Kingmaker by Dr Sarah Elin Roberts (2015). I haven’t actually read them myself so I can’t give you my opinion on them, but I have read Wales and the Wars of the Roses by Howell T. Evans (1915) which discusses Jasper in detail and I highly recommend.

7. Favourite primary source.

Oh man, it’s so hard to choose! Purely in terms of aesthetics, it has to be Les Très Riches Heures du Duc de Berry. I even have a whole tag devoted to salivating over the pretty colours lol. In terms of textual information, I’d probably say Henry VII’s letter to his mama, Maggie B. It reveals so much about Henry’s relationship with his mother, including how close they were, how much he respected her, and how often they collaborated in matters of state. It also includes this cute line:

I shall be as glad to plese you as youre herte can desire hit, and I knowe welle that I am as much bounden so to doe as any creture lyvyng, for the grete and singular moderly love and affection that hit hath plesed you at all tymes to ber towards me.

I was supposed to write a post about it, but I got lazy so it’s still sitting in my drafts. In terms of both textual information and literature, I think Gwaith Lewys Glyn Cothi is pretty underrated as a primary source. They’re poems, so naturally there’s a lot of embellishment, but they give a lot of insight into the under-explored Welsh aspect of the Wars of the Roses from someone who actually lived through the era. I’m also Jasper Tudor trash, so of course I’d like anything that talks about him.

(The history asks meme is still open!)

[chibinoyume]

Creator meme

Thank you @indelibleevidence for the tag!

RULES: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works <3

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This made me realize once again how much Fandom helped me through the pandemic for a few months - browsing through my own tags there’s so much stuff I’d completely forgotten about!

1) “Jane Doe” - a 3 part comic series (especially the first one)

Post 5x10, where Jane has lost her memories because of the ZIP, and slowly bonds again with Kurt and the team. Originally it was meant to be a 4 to 5 part comic series, but I needed to get it done before the finale aired, and I ran out of time. Since I have the lines written down somewhere, I may write it as a fic at some point, albeit a very minimalist one (and it would count as canon divergent post 5x10), because it was meant to be a comic script.

Still, the first part of this comic took SO LONG and while I can still pick at things I could have done better, I’m proud of it anyway, especially because my specialty are chibi-like drawings. Cute is my cup of tea, serious is haaaard. 

2) “Ever After” - a bittersweet Jeller oneshot.

Technically there is a second chapter to this, but reads more as an epilogue, so this could be read as a standalone (and I don’t know if I’ll ever get to finishing that 2nd chapter! I’ll try, though).

I mostly wrote it for myself as a fix-it fic (sort of) after the series finale. While I stubbornly will stay in happy-ending camp, sometimes when I saw images of the sad-ending, that feeling of dread filled my gut. I had some ideas in my head to narratively justify what happened, including the odd dinner scene, so I rushed to write it out while the Muse kicked and screamed at me to do so.

So in the fic, it starts as Jane collapses to the ground, but not everything is rosy and magically fixed. Both Jane and Kurt have to deal with the aftermath of what happened, and be there for each other as they learn their new normal and start healing from it, in the way supportive partners do ♥

3) Nightmares - a hurt/comfort Jeller fanart.

Post 4x12, this is how I’d imagine things may go, at least sometimes. Jane almost died (again), and even though she is now fine, has her memories and is no longer poisoned, losing her is still Kurt’s biggest fear, and he has nightmares about it in the following days or weeks. Not all the time, but when they show, it hits hard. She’d always try to reassure him as best she can, whispering words of comfort as he mumbles incoherently and apologizes for what could have been.

While some details about it still bug me (why am I like this) I still like this drawing a lot. One of the many scenes of Jeller in bed that are in my headcanon, if only finding good references for Jane’s tattoos (other than her arms) wasn’t such a hassle, I swear I’d have done so many more.

4) Honest screencaps: one & two (I couldn’t choose) 

I just had to lol when I was rewatching season 1 earlier in the year and screencapping things for drawing reference and because of reasons, some facial expressions where just too good not to caption. The ridiculous lines worked even better as a screencap-comic rather than an actual comic, imo.

It’s so much fun.

5) Too tired for subtlety - a silly Jeller comic.

Early season 5, Kurt is still very much a workaholic, even in the bunker. But this time, Jane is not having it. Mwahaha. 

It took a while to find photos of the relevant tattoos, and even then I had to BS a good bunch of them because the images were too blurry to tell xD. I swear if they released an artbook I’d buy it in a second. They could use the same pictures they had in SIOC where Jane was standing up with all her tats, they blur out the necessary bits and have a map of ALL the tattoos, dammit! 

How am I supposed to draw Summer Jeller when drawing Jane in a bathing suit is gonna take 5 hours just to find references D:?

Bonus) :D this ridiculous video (feat Rich’s rescue)

Basically, expectations vs reality.

This tiny video took way more than I’d like to admit lol and it still looks so choppy. But it’s part of the charm, right? lol Even so, the idea wouldn’t leave me alone and I had to do it. And I feel honored and proud that Ennis saw it on instagram xD

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Hmmm, trying to tag people Amy hasn’t tagged yet! @marv-el-spot @birdsaesthetic @mchellesvanity @whatshouldjustbeours @singinprincess 

Anyone else, feel free to do it! So much fun.

[twisted-eels]

Post Release Tag Game

~Your twisted tale begins!~

1. You just woke up in a coffin trapped with this talking rat thing that swears he isn’t a tanuki. How do you actually react?

✦ Well that entirely depends on whether I’m aware of the fact I’m in a game or not. If I retain my knowledge of twst then I follow the game path (and accept that I have to live with the talking rat from now on). If this is all completely new to me then I would most likely go with the flow, I’d realise that something completely unnatural has happened and try to adapt to the situation. I’d also interrogate the talking rat thing and try to find out more information

2. Let’s pretend for a second that you’re not at the mercy of a magic mirror and incompetent bird dad, choose which dorm you would like to be a part of. Why, and do you think the mirror would agree?

✦ This is hard… I would choose to be part of Octavinelle, I mean… the visual design of the dorm rocks. Plus they do well in tests, so I could persuade my dormmates to tutor me. The mirror probably wouldn’t agree with me. I’ve taken a couple ‘What Twisted Wonderland dorm are you?’ type quizzes, and I usually get put in Heartslabyul. Maybe I should send someone a dorm sorting request and see what happens?

3. Going back to twst reality, where you don’t have magic and get sentenced to Ramshackle; what is your first thought upon seeing this safety hazard of a building? What’s the first thing you choose to fix there?

✦ My first thought is ‘no’. The first thing I choose to fix is the fact that I live there. Surely I can make a deal with Azul to have a spare room in Octavinelle. He can have Ramshackle in exchange. I know he wants that second location for the lounge

4. In an alternate reality where you don’t immediately get lumped together with Ace and Deuce, who in the school becomes your best friend(s)?

✦ Epel and Rook seem interesting to be around, I don’t know a ton about either of them, but going off of my general idea about the two, I could see myself hanging around them. Epel I’d probably befriend pretty quickly, Rook maybe not so much. Unless being from another world is enough to make up my lack of beauty or interesting qualities. Other characters I could potentially befriend would be Kalim, Jamil, Trey, and Idia

5. Which existing club would you give a shot? Any particular reason why?

✦ Board games club! You guys should’ve seen when I got Risk and nobody wanted to play with me because it was so long… in the board games club they’d have to join me, right? Also I just wanna vibe with Idia and Azul

6. Don’t be shy, we know there’s a certain someone who’s caught your eye! Who are they? How did you meet?

✦ … Jamil. I’d assume we meet through Kalim. I met Kalim, vibed with him and we started hanging out together, and then Jamil came to find Kalim for one reason or another, meeting me in the process or if we’re following the game plot, we’d meet when I was investigating the mysterious injuries surrounding magishift players

7. Which of the events was the most exciting for you?

✦ Ghost marriage. Sitting on the sidelines and watching everyone get slapped would be legendary, and all those outfits? Even better. Of course I’d feel bad for Idia, but that doesn’t really change how amusing the rest of the event would be

8. Ghosts: delightful dorm mates or unholy terrors?

✦ That entirely depends on their reaction to my 2 am singing, they might become nightmare fuel just to get me to shut up for a minute. Otherwise the ghosts are honorary dorm members, who have an obligation to listen to me, their dorm leader I’m officially the mc now

9. Choose a champion (no further context, just pick).

✦ Leona. As long as he’s actually awake/motivated to get up and do champion stuff, I think he’d be well suited... I say, having absolutely no idea what the context for this is. If this whole champion thing requires motivation however, I’d pick Jamil instead

10. Would you rather (a) film a movie with Vil, (b) play a round of magic shift with Leona, or (c) go gargoyle sighting with Malleus?

✦ Film a movie with Vil, the other options aren’t even up for debate

11. Thoughts on fairies?

✦ Cool as hell. Those are not things we have here and that is honestly a shame. I’m kinda interested in all the different types of fairies and what distinguishes them. Like is it just physical differences or do the different fae have special abilities of their own?

12. “Magic mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?” (Choose wisely now)

✦ Vil, I would rather not be poisoned by him for saying otherwise

13. Would you rather (a) keep Azul from eating fried food, (b) be responsible for dragging Idia out from his lair, (c) break a rule with Riddle standing right in front of you, or (d) tell Kalim to his face that Jamil isn’t all that great (not true).

✦ Break a rule with Riddle standing right in front of me. I’m looking forward to him trying to use off with your head on someone with no magic of course he could just beat the shit out of me, but that is a risk I am willing to take

14. You stumble upon Rook stalking another student from inside the bushes. What do you do?

✦ First of all, laugh at him. Then probably join him tbh, depends on who he’s stalking

15. Which homeland (that we know of) would you like to learn more about?

✦ Land of Pyroxene

16. Thoughts on Grimm?

✦ Rat bastard who needs to stop eating overblot rocks. Or if he’s gonna eat them, at least wait until I’ve experimented on them to find out what they are and what they can do

17. If you had magic, what would be your unique magic?

✦ Now this is a hard one. I’d say… an ability that draws attention to or from someone. So the magic could make it so that everyone turns and pays attention to the target, or that everyone ignores them, making them essentially invisible. I don’t have a name for the magic right now because I only just came up with it

18. Favourite ship? 

✦ Marcela x Lilia. Not because I think it’s a good ship, but because if they did get together it would be so chaotic. It’s just for the memes

19. Favourite theory?

✦ Silver being twisted from the sword that kills Maleficent. I don’t know who first came up with the theory, but I’ve seen it mentioned multiple times by different people. I like it ‘cause it’d be an interesting narrative, and hint at a possibility of betrayal. A character twisted from a villain and another character twisted from what killed them, nice

20. The school year is coming to a close, how are you feeling? Any thoughts?

✦ Please tell me I can continue on as a second year. I’m feeling kinda annoyed that I can’t use magic, but seeing everyone overblot, I figure it might be for the best that I can’t

21. “Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight; I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.” What do you wish to see from the game in future stories?

✦ Potion shenanigans. Perhaps an event where a dodgy potion resulted in some body swapping or something? Or they pull an Emperor’s New Groove and turn someone into a llama. I think I prefer the llama idea. Please twst give me a llama event

Tagging: @sorianfordarwin, @edda-blattfe, @ghostiebabey, and any of my followers who want to do this. Go wild kids