#013 : Denied

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{ 013 }

- how they say goodnight to you -

featuring: gojo, geto, nanami, megumi, yuta

[ gojo ☽ ]

the moment gojo finds you already caught in a deep slumber was the only time he willingly remains quiet. his usually upbeat and cheerful voice being toned down into a hushed whisper of your name; the affection he felt for you being so evident and clear.

even his footsteps were lighter, tiptoeing across the hardwood flooring of your shared room as a soft smile graces his features. he carefully sheds off his clothes, never once looking away from the sight of your sleeping features. once he was comfortable enough, donning only a t-shirt and shorts, did he finally slide beneath the covers with you.

gojo feels the way you stir in your sleep, softly whispering to you how he was finally home to protect you from all the scary curses that go bump in the night. from beneath the pale lighting of the moon, he swore that he saw your sweet smile as you instinctively inched closer to him.

he wraps his arms around you, aquamarine eyes shining with absolute love and adoration, bringing you even closer to him when he wraps his arms around your back. his eyes slide shut while he allows his parted lips to meet with your forehead in a sweet kiss.

"goodnight, my love. i hope you have sweet dreams about me..."

[ geto ☽ ]

geto was never one to reject your need for affection, so when he heard your sweet voice calling out to him, asking if you could stay with him whilst he read-

who was he to deny his lover- of denying you of your wishes and desires?

so he extends his arms out to you, gaze appearing soft with an expression he only saves for you. during intimate moments like these, where it seems like it was just you and him against the world, geto knew that he could remain vulnerable with you.

for not only did he trust you with his heart, but his soul as well.

he basks in your purrs of his name, settling yourself atop his lap, the sensation feeling pure and familiar, like coming home. geto allows the tip of his nose to grace at your soft strands of hair before opening his book, reading to you, allowing his rich voice to fill at your ears.

geto had gotten perhaps 3 pages into reading the novel aloud when the sudden sounds of a soft snore was heard coming from below him. moving the novel to the side, he looks down at you with a tranquil expression, realizing that you had just fallen asleep on him.

"my my, what am i going to do with you?" he chuckles to himself softly before leaning in to press his lips against your cheek.

"rest well... i'll be here when you awaken."

[ nanami ☽ ]

feeling guilty for always coming home so late, it was truly nanami's decision to take some time off work and spend the day with you-

after all, it's what you deserved.

he swore that he lived to see you the joy paint your beautiful features, basking in the sounds of your laughter as you jumped into his arms. nanami would let out a soft chuckle while saying your name, allowing your infectious happiness to seep into him.

nanami, being the wonderful boyfriend that he always was, spends the day absolutely spoiling you. he takes you to your favorite restaurant and allows you to buy anything you wished to buy, stopping by your favorite stores while holding all of your bags.

never once did he complain, being so utterly in love with you that he felt fulfilled by just seeing your smile alone.

he ends up completing the day by sharing a bath with you, taking his time washing your beautiful form while lathering shampoo within your hair. as he continues to wash your body, he felt you slumping forward, nearly landing face first within the warm waters had he not caught you in time.

nanami calls out your name in a bit of a panic, "honey, are you alright?!"

only when he hears you letting out a yawn did he visibly relax, resting his back against the tub while chuckling. "i'm sorry, honey, are you getting sleepy?" his voice was filled with mirth when he presses a kiss against your bare shoulder.

"mhmm, just a little bit, ken..."

without saying another word, he wraps his arms around your front, bringing your naked back closer to his chest as he presses kisses against your damp skin.

"go ahead and rest, love... i won't be going anywhere anytime soon... i love you."

[ megumi ☽ ]

because megumi could finally enjoy the weekend, taking a break from classes, he decided to humor you and spend the night staying up watching b-rated horror films with you on your laptop.

none of the jumpscares particularly scared him, and in fact, he found it amusing to hear your laughter at the poorly edited effects. each time you would point at your screen, megumi would simply roll his eyes in response, but inevitably brings you into his arms.

he continues cuddling you even when you both decided to lie down against his mattress. with the scent of your hair overtaking his senses, megumi quickly loses interest in the movie and decides to press lingering kisses against the back of your neck instead.

you didn't seem to mind his kisses, still watching the movie with glee. he basks in your soft giggles, and rewards the sounds of your happiness with even more soft kisses against your skin.

when the movie ends, megumi was the first to sit up, eyes seeing the credits roll when he asks what you would like to watch next. he frowns a bit, not feeling even the slightest twitch coming from you.

feeling panicked, megumi calls out your name while gently shaking you, only to be met with the sounds of your soft snoring. a relief was felt coursing through him when he visibly relaxes.

"i can't believe you fell asleep on me, dummy."

you showed no signs of hearing him, which was perfectly fine in megumi's book, since this meant he could cuddle and spoil you with his kisses without completely embarrassing himself.

letting out a huff, megumi goes back to holding you, pressing your back against his chest once more as his lips worked on kissing the junction between your neck and shoulder.

"goodnight..." his soft voice was heard, allowing the single phrase of i love you to linger within the night air.

[ yuta ☽ ]

yuta found that he couldn't sleep, knowing how much he upset you earlier.

you had gotten into an argument, your insecurities seeming to run at an all time high as you had somehow convinced yourself that yuta stopped loving you because you seldom saw him anymore. he does his best to tell you that he has been keeping busy with his work as a special grade sorcerer; that such distance wasn't anything purposeful on his part-

apparently, that was not the answer you wished to hear.

in a fit of anger, you demand that he sleep on the couch, not wishing him to share the bed with you. because of his shock, yuta ends up remaining rooted to the spot, unable to move.

you had never once kicked him out of your shared room, and the fact that you were doing so now was a clear indication that he had messed up. when he didn't move, you finally acted by tossing a pillow and a thin blanket his way, forcing yuta to hide his hurtful expression as he left for the living room.

he was uncertain with how much time has passed, with the moon already hanging high in the night sky, painting his world in melancholic hues of blue. yuta hated being away from you; he hated hearing the sounds of your soft sobs and how it twisted at his heart so effortlessly.

even when he was caught in misery, he knew he had to make it up to you when morning came, with his mind racing, thinking about all the things he could do to make you smile again.

in the midst of his reveries, he freezes upon hearing the way your bedroom door opens. waiting with bated breath, yuta didn't even dare to move when he catches the familiar sight of your figure coming out of the bedroom and approaching him.

his eyes were wide, seeing you holding your own blanket close to your chest. and your eyes were still rimmed red due to your tears, making yuta call out your name with concern.

you remain silent, simply landing on top of yuta as he lets out an audible groan in response. you bury your head within his chest, and somehow- somehow, yuta knew that all was forgiven.

he allows his arms to wrap themselves around your back, the movement being as natural as breathing to him.

"i still don't forgive you."

"uh huh."

"'m only doing this because i can't sleep."

"yeah, i know baby."

"i'm still mad."

yuta couldn't help but chuckle, hearing the pout in your voice when he leans in to press a kiss against your hair, "how about i make it up to you? would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow?"

his smile was a triumphant one, feeling your nods against his skin.

"breakfast at your favorite café?"

"and lunch at that beef bowl place while finishing with dinner at my favorite sushi restaurant."

"you got it baby, you got it." yuta lets out a light laughter, evident of the relief he felt as he continued to hold you within his embrace.

he waits for your breathing to slowly even out, drawing imaginary shapes against your back while whispering your name like a reverent prayer.

"goodnight, baby... i hope you know that i will always love you unconditionally..."

a.n. - because i would love to be kissed goodnight by my favorite jjk men 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[madelynraemunson]

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!x reader)

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ minors LOOK THE OTHER WAY

Ch 007: Buckle Up, Baby

A night in the town with Eddie takes a spicy turn when an outfit on display catches your eyes. And what do ya know? It’s your exact measurement…

* = somewhat smut

** = smut

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014**, 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*

word count: 3.5k words

disclaimers & warnings — dialogue heavy, arguing, trauma dumping again, angst, yearning, shy girl yelling at eddie (as she should), sexual tension, grinding, thigh riding, car canoodling 🫣

“She’s a black magic woman, she’s trying to make a devil out of me.”

♡

Spellbinding is the best word you can think of to describe Nocturna, a town spookier than Hawkins just 20 minutes inland. It sure lives up to its name, with the average closing time for restaurants, bars, and shops being 3:30 AM.

“This city is so cute,” you beam. “Love the late night vibe it’s got going on.”

“Right?” Eddie agrees. “If Hawkins were a Spencer’s, ‘Turna would be the back of it.”

Eds takes you to El Diablo Bar & Grill where you settle for a ‘TURNA Tossed salad’ and beer. ‘The Eddie Special’ may have left you full, but there’s no way you’d ever pass up free food.

Your boss helps himself to a couple of beers as well, both of them way too hoppy for your liking. And just as you predicted, downing two of those bad boys after smoking a shit ton of weed has its repercussions.

“Eddie, what the fuck are you doing?”

Personal space is a foreign concept for Eddie whenever he’s under the influence. Not like that’s any new information. You just didn’t expect him to be so tender, affectionately fiddling with your hair, using it as a mustache, and then attempting to braid it. You’re surprised because he actually does pretty well.

“Where’d you learn how to braid?” you ask.

“Taught myself,” he replies. “That way if Nancy ever calls out, someone at Hellfire would at least know how to do hair. Luckily I haven’t ran into that problem yet.”

“That’s really thoughtful,” you swoon as Eddie goes to braid your other side.

“I’m also learning how to curl hair,” Eddie adds. “If I could get past burning myself with the iron, that’d be great. Until then, I’ll always vouch for a traditional sock bun.”

You watch has he loops your hair around itself to secure the braid, just as he did the first one. Then comes the unpredictable. Suddenly, you’re taken aback when Eddie gives your hair a tug. Aggressively.

“Eddie!” you cry out.

He spirals into an outrageous belly laugh.

You shove Eddie away from you in a playful form of disgust, his dramatics launching him right out of his seat. Customers start to look your way. You hide your face in embarrassment.

“I think you’ve flown off the handle,” you accuse.

“No,” he denies. “Just comfortable that’s all.”

“Yeah and a bully,” you hiss, undoing your braids out of spite. He knows you’re kidding around.

“What?” Eddie questions, reeling you in via bar stool, smirk growing more and more prominent the closer you get. “You don’t like that I pull hair?”

“That’s enough, you little freak.”

Eddie stops, jokingly wincing at your harsh words. "Thought you were into freaks."

"...Shut up,” is all you can think to say.

"Come on..." he taunts, giving your side a soft pinch. “You know I'm right."

He is right.

You poke his stomach with one of your pointy fingers.

"Okay, and what if I was? Does that get you off? Mr. Know-It-All?”

Eddie clears his throat and squirms in his seat.

"No, actually,” he shakes his head, leaning into your touch. “Cuz that's just not true.”

Your eyes find each other again.

An apology lingers in the air. Eddie bites his lower lip as he stares, closing the gap between you two with a slight turn of his knee. You explore his dark irises, his wide pupils. When fixated on you, they emit what appears to be sorrow, with just a pinch of regret.

"Sometimes I'm wrong. And I fuck up,” he admits. “Whether I like to admit it or not."

Eddie chugs the remainder of his pint before slamming it.

You shrug. “Yeah. Like when you told me to get off my phone today but stayed on yours the entire time.”

Eddie chuckles away from you.

“Playing music…” you persist, leaning into him a little more. “Texting people…”

“You jealous?” he questions, tongue rolling around in his cheek.

“In your dreams,” you lie.

You’re so close to him now you can practically smell the beer. He inches closer, the front portion of his curly locks tickling the side of your face.

“In your dreams.”

Your thighs clench. In your dreams, indeed. Eddie winks at you like he knows.

“Whatever you say,” you scoff. “Freak.”

———— 🌹————

After dinner, you and Eddie decide to walk around the shopping strip. Eddie walks closest to the street, leaving you on the innermost part of the sidewalk like a gentleman.

“So who’s Wayne? Heard you and Henry talking about him before we left.”

“He's my uncle,” Eddie answers. “Pretty much raised me since I was a kid. I owe a lot to him.”

You continue to walk. Somehow along the way, you and Eddie end up strolling with your arms around each other. He turns to ask,

“Who is Max?”

“Max?” you’re stunned to hear that name roll off his tongue. Despite him helping with her YMCA membership, you had always registered them as being worlds apart from each other. “She’s my sister.”

Eddie slowly nods in understanding.

“Her full name is Maxine,” you explain. “Max for short.”

“No wonder,” Eddie chuckles. “I always hear you mentioning a Max and have been wondering who that is.”

“You jealous?” you echo him.

He sneers, “You wish.”

You take this time to admire Eddie. His wanderlust eyes. His pronounced Cupid’s Bow. His thick, wavy locks. The tiny freckle at the crook of his neck that you were sure a lover left for him in a past life. The way his dark clothes always seem to hug him so nice. He’s breathtaking. The hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

"WHOA!" Eddie brings you back. "That's the hottest shit I've ever seen!"

There he goes again. You race after Eddie as he scampers across the street, leading you to what appears to be a lingerie-slash-sex shop. On display is a beautiful scarlet red two piece with fluffy wings behind it to match.

DEVIL WOMAN, is what the set is advertised as.

"Whew, lord," Eddie whistles, pressing his hands against the plexiglass.

He turns to you desperately.

"You can make SO many tips with this on," Eddie insists. "I'm telling you right now woman, you need to seize this opportunity."

"Are you gonna pay for it?" you joke, batting your lashes seductively.

"Sure!" Eddie exclaims. "A-anything you want tonight, you'll get."

It sounds too good to be true.

"Not you trying to spoil me..."

"Definitely me trying to spoil you,” a sneaky smirk forms across his face yet again. “Especially since I’ve been an asshole lately.”

It’s a fair bargain. Not like you can deny it either.

You two shake hands, deal, and make your merry way inside Madame Sédutrice’s Love Boutique.

Time to make his pockets — and heart — hurt.

————💋 ————

It fits you like a glove.

Everything is just right. There is no free space, but there is some real estate to breathe. The set is also squat and split proof. Perfect for a good show.

You strut in front of the mirror like a Victoria’s Secret Devil, relishing over how well the fiery red set accentuates your bust, hugs your hips, and highlights the cheekiest parts of your ass with just enough coverage to have the men wondering.

To leave Eddie wondering.

You’re parading around some more, taking selfies at all angles while Eddie talks to the cashier about guitars. Eventually he does circle back around, as you've been in here for a long period of time.

"Shy Girl," Eddie checks on you from outside. "Did you die in there?"

You put your phone away.

"No, but you're about to."

He laughs. "I love the confidence. Let me at her."

You pull the curtain over so that Eddie can see.

“Jesus fuck.”

Eddie sinks down to his knees, the tips of his fingers trailing from your hips to your thighs, down to your calves. He’s being dramatic again, you think, evident by the three bows of resignation he gives you as he continues to take in your beauty.

"What do you think?" you ask him.

"Simply out of this world," Eddie gasps. He stands to spin you around like he once did before. "You look... like an absolute fantasy. Destined for some alternate dimension."

His breathing heightens as his rough hands trail down to your birthmark. And soon, you’re up there with him.

“I can already see you on that stage,” Eddie gushes. “Doing your thing, stealing the show, driving customers wild. The spotlight soaking in all your beauty...”

“The version of me living in your head sounds pretty damn cool,” you giggle.

You snake your arms around the nape of his neck. Eddie blushes. “She’s a lot like the girl in front of me, actually.”

Either of you can let go now. But you both don't.

“Wanna get out of here?” he asks.

"Mmm… I don't think I'm done just yet," you bat your eyes once more. "What’s a set like this without some accessories?"

You grab his hand and he watches in shock — almost starstruck by you — when you manually wrap his hand around your neck.

“Like a necklace of sorts,” you continue. “A choker, maybe?”

“A choker,” Eddie nods. “Yeah, I can do that.”

He gives you a teasing, gentle squeeze. You’re an absolute puddle.

He grins at you connivingly, playfully.

"Lead the way, m'lady. Anything you want tonight is yours.”

———— 🔥 ————

Satisfied is an understatement. You’re strutting back to Eddie’s van now as he trails closely behind, hauling shopping bags that belong to you in each hand.

“Thank you Eddie,” you say as he manages to open the door for you too.

“Anytime, Princess,” he insists.

You get settled on the passenger side while Eddie starts the van back up again. He waits for a while in his seat.

“You looked stunning in that piece,” Eddie raves, the image of you strutting around still living in his head. “I almost don’t want you to wear it anymore.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What? Why?”

“I wanna be the only one who gets to see you in it,” he explains.

“Gatekeeper much?”

“No, I’m just selfish,” he says. “Especially when you look like that.”

Eddie takes it upon himself to fasten your seatbelt for you.

Your eyes trail along as he clicks it in place, adjusting the seatbelt so that it laid perfectly and untangled, protecting your hips…shielding your chest…

“My eyes only, you know?”

“Just yours?”

“Mhm,” he strains. “Mine and only mine.”

His gentle eyes are begging, glued to your lips like bees to honey. His tongue pokes out again, and you watch as he licks his lips in lust. Fuck. You can’t help it anymore. You decide to lean into him and try again.

But hostile air stops you in your place. There's fear in that man's eyes the closer you get and he pulls away from you.

OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE.

You swat the rest of him away. “You’re doing it again.”

Eddie sighs in defeat.

"I know."

The fact that you didn’t have to elaborate is very telling. Eddie is not stupid. He knows the game he’s playing.

You watch with zero sympathy this time as Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation. He lifts a hand. You flinch. Then you relax again when you realize the man isn’t trying to hit you.

“I’m VERY aware of what I’m doing, Hargrove. Okay? That’s the worst part.”

“And you think it’s okay? You like stringing me along, is that it?”

“There’s MORE TO IT, alright?” he groans. “I just don’t know how to explain it to you just yet.”

Eddie starts up again.

“I…” he says, his haunted eyes sparkling. “I just. CAN’T. get. involved. with a coworker. Let alone someone who works under me. Think of all the legal issues that can rise up.”

Bullshit.

“That is a FUCKING LIE!” you scream. “A fucking LIE, Eddie and you know how I know that?”

He looks back over at you.

“It’s because you didn’t think twice about it when you were hooking up with Chrissy.”

You’ve had enough of his excuses. Startled, Eddie shies away from you, surprised that you knew of what he so desperately wanted to conceal.

“Who told you that?”

“Who else would know?”

“Everyone at Hellfire, basically,” Eddie laughs pettily. “I just hoped it wouldn’t get around to you.”

Frustrated, Eddie turns off his car. He tosses his keys onto the center console between you both.

“Chrissy and I happened like two or three times. Is that what you wanted to hear?” he asks you. “She was horny, I was horny. She never gave me the time of day in high school so I got all excited. One thing led to another. Thrill eventually wore off. Now she’s just one of my good friends.”

You cross your arms and glare out the window.

“But the reason I was soooo okay with the Chrissy thing is because I only saw her as a fling,” Eddie continues. “End of story.”

“Where exactly are you going with this?”

“The difference with you is that a part of me actually wanted this to go somewhere.”

Does he think you’re stupid? Surely Eddie can’t think you’re just going to fall for his words instead of his actions.

You scoff. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I?”

You muster up the courage to look over at him again. And there he is, his big brown doe eyes glimmering under the full moon.

“I’ve never met anyone like you before, Hargrove,” he mumbles softly. “That shit’s terrifying. For the first time in an incredibly long time I feel like someone gets me.”

You attempt to look away again. Eddie cranes his neck over towards you to meet you where you’re at.

“Someone who gets what it’s like to have a shitty, absent father,” Eddie continues. “Someone who also had to learn how to navigate grief before getting a fucking learner’s permit.”

“You can stop,” you choke. “I get the picture.”

But Eddie continues.

“…Someone who also has to be the bread-winner of the family, not by choice, but by necessity. And someone whose now got a shit ton of trust issues cuz somebody else had to go and fuck ‘em up THAT badly.”

Your throat begins to burn. A soul cry marinates at the pit of your stomach.

"I'm so infatuated with you, Hargrove,” your boss insists. “Okay? You have no idea.”

You tsk.

“You’re infatuated with me,” it’s more of a statement than a question of yours. “Yet you push me away.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Oh, come on, like you don’t have trouble accepting things you so rightfully deserve?”

He reaches over to grab your hand. You let him.

"There's nothing scarier than falling for someone who is your literal mirror," Eddie whispers. "Especially when you don't like anything about yourself."

“I know.”

You two fall silent and end up staring ahead for quite some time.

Both of you observe a couple cross the street together. The smitten pair are taking a stroll on the sidewalk, hand in hand and falling into one another like missing puzzle pieces. The guy kisses the girl's forehead, his silhouette reminding you so much of Steve.

“I also didn’t wanna get in between you and Harrington," Eddie mumbles.

“I told you we’re just fuck buddies.”

“But he really, really likes you.”

“Yeah, but if he’s not over Nancy, then what’s the point?”

It’s been a decade since Steve and Nancy broke up and he’s still lovesick over her. When you realized that she couldn’t ever be replaced, you stopped trying to pursue Steve romantically. Eddie falls mute again.

"I'm just his lil pocket pussy for all I know," you break the ice with a laugh.

"Don't say that," Eddie disapproves. "You are more than your body, Shy Girl."

“Then tell me what I am, Eddie,” the wounded part of you speaks. “Since I don’t seem to know.”

His gaze softens. “Well, it’s easy.”

You look at him.

"Corn ball alert,” Eddie prefaces. “But you’re the conversations you have with your regulars, asking them about their day and if they have any updates for you… You're the friendships you make with girls that you don't see a need to compete with. And you're that silly little dance you do when Argyle makes you food. And you’re also the destructive parts of yourself that you keep hiding from but little do you know that even those parts of you tell a story."

The sound of police sirens divert your attention. You shudder at the noise. Eddie seemingly makes note of it and clears his throat as a placeholder.

"…I didn't think you paid attention to any of that, Eds."

"I'm more observant than you think."

You believe him. After all, there are instances when you catch him sneaking a glance at you, turning away too late because you’re caught by his eyes to do the same.

A sigh escapes your body. You interlock your fingers with his.

“I don’t know what... this… is,” you begin. “But all I know is that I really enjoy your company. And that I’ve had a crush on you since the day I met you. If it wasn't obvious already."

Eddie snorts. “Even when I was freaking out over kegs and ground chili?”

“Especially when you were freaking out over kegs and ground chili.”

And now forgiveness is in the air. Monkey see, monkey do, and soon both you and Eddie are grinning at each other from one side of your faces to the other.

“Please,” Eddie requests politely with a gulp. “Will you let me kiss you?”

“Yes.”

To your surprise, Eddie leaves a peck on your cheek out of all places. This fucker, still so polite. He doesn’t touch or graze anywhere else while he does.

“Thanks,” he says as he pulls away. “I guess.”

But you only want him closer now.

“Oh don’t be stupid,” you giggle grabbing his face with both your hands. “Just fucking kiss me.”

You rest your hands at his chin when you pull him closer. And with Eddie’s permission, you sink your lips onto his. His warm breath circles you as your lips attach to one another.

There’s no turning back now.

Eddie’s lips are as soft as a cloud, and they seem to know yours very well. When he’s latched on, Eddie synchronizes with your rhythm almost immediately, getting a few more kisses in before his tongue begs you for entrance. You deny him access and push him back.

“Oooh,” you taunt him, causing him to laugh. “Someone likes me.”

“Maybe,” Eddie blushes, cupping the side of your face with one of his rigid hands. He gives the back of your head an endearing little scratch.

“But you…can’t get involved huh?”

Eddie shakes his head, doing his very best to stand his ground. He’s back to staring at your lips. “No. Definitely can’t…get involved.”

Of course not.

“Not even if I do this?”

You swoop over to press down on the button of Eddie’s seat belt to unbuckle it. Click. He restrains himself, but there’s wonder in his eyes.

“Or this?”

Your hands travel to the side furthest from you as you lean to crank the lever, lowering the head of Eddie’s driver seat to a 30 degree angle.

Amused now, he furrows his brows together and rests his hands behind his head, manspreading as you play that agonizingly long game.

“You’re pushing it, Hargrove…”

Using his unavailable hands to your advantage, you climb over him and assert yourself on his lap. A low groan escapes Eddie’s nose. You make sure to strategically situate yourself right on his crotch. Eddie’s breath hitches, hand hovering over your birthmark as you sink those hips into him. He bucks his up in return, trying to keep up with you.

“What about this?”

“Oh, that’s not fair…”

His hands are back at your waist.

A protruding essence grows in size as you continue to ride Eddie’s thigh. Soft, low whimpers escape from his chest, his dark eyes now beseeching at his mercy. Eddie’s fingers curl, enclosing themselves tightly around the fabric of your baby tee. His available hand gnaws at the seat below him.

“I don’t like playing fair,” you whisper huskily. “I just like getting even.”

Both of yours eyes are glued to what you’re doing, where you’re grinding, and how.

“Why do you do this to me?” he whispers longingly.

“I think it’s safe to say that you’ve been edging me for quite some time, Munson,” you shrug angelically. “Now it’s my turn to give you a taste of—”

You squeal suddenly when Eddie’s hand flies to your throat. The grip he has on you tightens hastily, long before you can even process it.

Shock overpowers you as Eddie studies you eagerly, with flared nostrils and a hot chest. You peer down at him with glossy eyes and yearning lips.

“Back of the van,” Eddie orders. “Now.”

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author's note: i'd be lying if i told you guys i didn't play imaginary barbies in my head in order to map out the argument between eddie and shy girl dfsjklfdkgfgsg would you say I’m a puppet master?

[hansolnearyou]

「 @hansolnearyou is here to show you 」

↬  「 until you: a seungkwan smau 」 

↬ summary: yn and seungkwan are so obviously in love, but both always deny one another has feelings for them

↬ prompt used: everybody sees it but them ↬ pairing: seungkwan x m!reader ↬ fluff/angst ↬ content warning: swearing, suggestive comments and possibly unfunny jokes ↬ currently ongoing ↬ chapters under the cut

‪♡ profiles: 'yns only friends' 'don't let seungkwan name the gc' ‪♡ 001: being late and parties ‪♡ 002: drunk clingy ‪♡ 003: score ‪♡ 004: a time and place ‪♡ 005: cafe date ‪♡ 006: lost and found ‪♡ 007: conflicted ‪♡ 008: tba ‪♡ 009: tba ‪♡ 010: tba ‪♡ 011: tba ‪♡ 012: tba ‪♡ 013: tba ‪♡ 014: tba ‪♡ 015: tba ‪♡ 016: tba ‪♡ 017: tba ‪♡ 018: tba ‪♡ 019: tba ‪♡ 020: tba ‪♡ 021: tba ‪♡ 022: tba ‪♡ 023: tba ‪♡ 024: tba ‪♡ 025: tba ‪♡ 026: tba ‪♡ 027: tba ‪♡ 028: tba ‪♡ 029: tba ‪♡ 030: tba ‪♡ 031: tba ‪♡ 032: tba ‪♡ 033: tba ‪♡ 034: tba ���♡ 035: tba

authors thoughts: honestly worried about how im going to do this but..! also updates r gonna be sooo slow i can already feel it.. thank school for that one!! but i hope this is okay for my first smau T_T;; - love from rei

@hansolnearyou

[vey-myname]

💫 take the stage ! | childe x reader • smau

・❥ pairing: dancesport! childe x f! reader

・❥ status: ongoing.

・❥ overview:

college has just started and you noticed that your college has a ballroom club. despite being mia in the dancesport scene for 3 years, with a hesitant yet excited heart, you decided to audition. as if the universe had a plan, you meet childe whom you become dance partners with for the rest of your college life. his personality may be different from yours but there is no denying your compatibility beyond dancing. when no one believes in you, even yourself, best believe he’ll always be the first person to believe in you.

・❥ themes:

smau, socmed au, college au, ballroom/dancesport partners to lovers, lots of innuendos lol, slightly heavy topics (personal issues, student issues, family issues), slight angst, unfiltered vulgar language, crack?, angst, fluff, suggestive content, timestamps don’t matter

・❥ warnings:

the content of this story contain vulgar language, family issues, and self issues such as self-doubt, self-crucifying, and belittling. should there be other topics and themes that may be triggering, i will add in this portion as well as tagging them in trigger warnings before the chapter starts.

reader discretion is advised.

take the stage masterlist [name]'s friends | childe bffs

chapters (💫 means written!) 001 • sometimes i still hear her voice… 002 • no. 003 • IM COPING 004 • YIPPIE YIPPIE YIPPIE 005 • audition day ! (💫) 006 • will you judge me 007 • story time 😝 008 • is this who i think it is? 009 • ayo? 010 • i’ll see you later? 011 • congratulations to this couple 012 • if you’ll let me (💫) 013 • OH. 014 • a little birdie told me 015 • done! 016 • ajax support group 017 • shush baby girl 018 • that’s on you 019 • ? 020 • uh oh 021 • 022 • 023 • 024 • 025 • 026 • 027 • 028 • 029 • 030 • 031 • 032 • 033 • 034 • 035 • 036 • 037 • 038 • 039 • 040 •

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[thomasmartinnutt]

Chance Encounters #013

https://www.mixcloud.com/thomasmartinnutt/

Makoto Moroi, Dialect, Keith Fullerton Whitman, Denis Dufour, Daniel Bachman, Zhu Wenbo, Lionel Marchetti & Vanessa Rossetto, Alvin Lucier, Pyur, Christian Marclay & Otomo Yoshihide, Sole, Kiyoshi Mizutani & Daniel Menche, Lia Kohl, Yu Yiyi, Max Eilbacher, Matt Shoemaker, Audio Venture Corp., Digital Visitor, Little Creature Courses Thorough Content In Ribald Constance, Mabe Fratti, Klara Lewis & Yuki Tsujii, Bérangère Maximin, Keiji Haino & Loren Mazzacane Connors, Sons of Negus, Jonathan Skinner

[inposterumcumgaudio]

Poedit Cut/Unused Content: Slaughterers_Apprentice

002 WellM Edmund's a good lad. But he's always been a bit … limited. And my work has become so challenging of late.

003 WellM I've had to go to … "extraordinary measures" … to keep this town fed. But we are in an extraordinary situation, aren't we? You were so helpful bringing that package. Now we need to process it.

004 WellM I'm not proposing to hurt anyone, you understand. Just … ignore a silly old taboo.

005 PC_Art You want me to help … process … that package.

006 WellM Just go on through that door, if you're willing to help.

007 PC_Art I can't believe I'm even considering this. Maybe I should just walk out and report him to the police.

008 PC_Art People do have to eat, though.

009 PC_Art It won't be an easy choice to … unchoose.

011 PC_Art It's a very kind offer. I just have so much on my plate… these days. I think I'll just … go.

012 WellM Well, if you ever need V-meat, you can count on me!

013 PC_Art I wonder what I missed. I wonder if I'll ever know. Damn it, now I'm curious.

014 WellM And people say you can't get good help these days.

015 PC_Art Ow.

016 PC_Art Where's my things?

017 PC_Art No windows? That's not ominous at all.

018 PC_Art That looks like a terribly effective cleaver suitable for your more unruly animals.

019 WellM Welcome to Cutty's Mechanical Kitchen! Featuring the very latest in meat packing technology! It used to take days to dismantle a carcass. With my new inventions, one apprentice can reduce a carcass to its edible parts in no time at all.

020 WellM I hope you're as excited as I am. This is the very first time we're running our machines on the real … material.

021 PC_Art What have I got myself into?

022 WellM Now the first thing I need you to do is obtain the package from the upstairs cold storage room. Don't worry, at no point will you have to unwrap the package; the magic all happens through the provided access valve!

022a WellM First, we must exsanguinate the package! Bring it downstairs to the Exsanguinator.

022b WellM Before you mount the package, you'll need to operate each machine once; just to clear out any residue and check its operational soundness. Don't want to contaminate the product, do we?

023 WellM I must ask you to follow the instructions precisely and promptly. I have customers who are waiting for their meat!

024 WellM Don't let me down, lad. I have a very tight schedule and many hungry, hungry mouths to feed.

025 WellM I have so much faith in you! I know you're capable of more.

026 WellM I want you to take this seriously, Arthur.

027 WellM I don't know what your previous jobs were like, but there's no shirking in my kitchen!

028 WellM I can't afford to replace you, my lad. We'll make a good worker of you if it kills both of us.

029 PC_Art I don't recall signing on to be a prisoner!

030 WellM It's just for a little while, Arthur, while you get up to speed. The job we do is so very important to Wellington Wells. The fact is, we've run out of rats and ravens.

031 PC_Art Why don't you tell the Executive Committee? I'm sure they'd give you a medal.

032 WellM That's just it! I don't think they would. People love to think about cows eating grass happy in the fields. And they like to get a steak wrapped up in brown paper.

033 PC_Art So he loves to hear himself talk. Good. Maybe while he's talking I can find something here I can use.

034 WellM But they don't like to think about how the cow gets into the brown paper. How the meat was connected to the bones. They want everything neatly wrapped up in wax paper, so they can keep it out of their minds.

035 WellM We are here to let people deny uncomfortable things. So they can get on with their lives.

036 WellM Once you understand the value of our work, you won't even want to leave.

037 WellM Now: join the package to the Exsanguinator via the provided access valve.

038 WellM All right. The green light indicates that the Exsanguinator is ready for exsanguination.

039 WellM Now, turn the crank until the Exsanguinator determines that the package no longer contains free liquids. We don't want anything to go to waste, do we?

040 PC_Art This is rather more disgusting than I expected.

040a WellM Ah, good! As you can see, each machine will release the package once it has accomplished its purpose. Efficiency is our watchword!

041 WellM The amber light indicates that the exsanguinator has completed its function.

041a WellM Next up, evisceration!

041b PC_Art That would be… the eviscerator?

041c WellM You learn quickly! As before, engage the mechanism briefly to verify mechanical integrity.

042 WellM Please detach the package from the Exsanguinator and attach it to the second machine, which I call the Eviscerator.

043 PC_Art I need to get him talking again. What about?

044 PC_Art You're very good at justifying yourself. I suppose you learned that during the War?

045 WellM What are you talking about?

046 PC_Art I found your letter.

047 WellM You were a child then. You wouldn't understand

048 PC_Art Oh, yes, it was a happy, carefree time for us kids.

049 WellM I loved her. We were just two young people caught up in something bigger than ourselves.

050 PC_Art That doesn't sound like what the Home Army's onto you about.

051 WellM You don't understand. I thought they would stay forever. I had to sell meat. We had to get on.

052 PC_Art I suppose we all made our sacrifices.

053 WellM Have you done nothing you regret? Or is it just that you have all your regrets neatly wrapped up in brown paper, so you can pretend you don't know how they got there? At least I look at the blood, and the flesh, and the bone. At least I remember.

053a PC_Art Was it supposed to do that?

053b WellM Did you not see the blades come out?

053c PC_Art No, just sparks. Also, a metal thing just fell out of the main bit.

054 WellM Dismount the package from the Exsanguinator and attach it to the Eviscerator.

055 WellM The green light indicates that the Eviscerator is ready for evisceration.

056 WellM Pressing the button on the side of the Eviscerator will extend the blades from the nozzle. Try it now.

057 WellM Now press the button again to retract the bladeshaft. You will need to retract the bladeshaft in order to mount the package.

058 PC_Art Um … The, ah, bladeshaft won't retract.

059 WellM Hmmmm. Please open the side panel.

060 PC_Art I can see a lot of wires and gears and … smoke … and sparks.

061 WellM Oh, dear. The commutator has overloaded again. I thought I'd fixed that.

062 PC_Art Maybe you'd better come down here and fix it again.

063 WellM Hah! I'm quite sure you can manage on your own. There's a spare one in the store cupboard downstairs. There's only one way to insert it.

064 PC_Art Damn it, I've got to lure him down here. Maybe figure out how to break one of these machines.

065 WellM Come on, no time to waste. We're behind schedule already.

066 PC_Art It's in.

066a WellM There we go! Try the button again.

066b WellM Good as new! Well, it is actually quite new, so… y'know. Anyway, we're back in action! You can attach the package now.

066c WellM Well mounted, lad. Well mounted!

067 WellM Right! Now retract the bladeshaft and mount the package.

067a WellM Excellent! When the eviscerator is done, the package will be dismounted, ready for another package!

068 WellM Excellent! While the Eviscerator is processing, the green light will stay red. When the light reverts to green, the package is ready to be dismounted and replaced with another package.

069 PC_Art Another package?

070 WellM Once I achieve a steadier stream of raw material, I would hope we can keep these machines running all day. Or at least long enough to take advantage of any surplus … protein that can be obtained in Wellington Wells.

071 PC_Art Yes, I see you've got some very enthusiastic suppliers.

072 WellM You mean Mrs. Crannock.

073 PC_Art What does she mean by "new sources"?

074 WellM My God, man, who do you think I am?

075 PC_Art She thinks you have an ambition to be the "purveyor of the finest, freshest meats."

076 WellM I'll have you know I turned her down! There's such a thing as "too fresh."

077 PC_Art Imagine my relief.

078 WellM Aren't you a chatty Cathy? You must have been such fun around the office Joy dispenser. Well, back to work.

079 WellM Now for the final process. Bring the package to the Exfoliator on the next floor.

080 PC_Art Exfoliator?

081 WellM Yes, it exposes the skin to steam, separating it from the muscle, and then removes the skin, making it available for tanning or other purposes.

082 PC_Art I don't mean to be impertinent but … shouldn't you do that first?

083 WellM Oh, no no. There are no stupid questions, only stupid answers! But that would result in the leakage of liquid. And you wouldn't want to put it second, either, because the package is much easier to manipulate with its skin on.

084 PC_Art I'm so glad I asked.

084a WellM On with the exfoliating. Press the button, check the functional integrity, und so weiter. I mean, and so forth.

085 WellM Now, mount the package on the Exfoliator!

086 WellM Fantastic. Now, assuming the light is green, press the green button.

087 PC_Art The, uh, light is out.

088 WellM Would you check that it's properly powered? There's a good lad.

089 PC_Art The power cells are depleted.

090 WellM Don't tell me I left it running all night again. Well, there's nothing to do but replace the power cells.

091 PC_Art Can you bring me down some?

092 WellM Ho ho ho. No need! You can refill them at the Motilene dispenser I have thoughtfully provided. Come on, hup to!

093 WellM Superb. The package will be released once it's fully exfoliated. Do you think Exfoliator is the right word? I thought about "decorticator," but Exsanguinate, Eviscerate, Exfoliate, has a nice ring to it, doesn't it.

094 PC_Art Definitely Exfoliate.

095 WellM I'm so glad to hear that. I mean, it's a "Scalder/Skinner," but that doesn't sound very official, does it? And the last machine is the Extruder.

096 WellM Once the light turns green, please dismount the package from the Exfoliator and remount it on the Extruder.

096a WellM Oh, that's it! The package is now fully prepared! We're ready for the extruder! Mount the package and let's get cracking! Oh I can barely contain myself!

097 WellM This is really the machine I'm proudest of.

098 WellM It's a combination meat grinder, pulper, and injection mold meat former. You wouldn't believe what I had to go through to get the pieces.

099 PC_Art That's it! If I can break his step-down converter, he'll have to come down here!

100 PC_Art You're a poor man's Dr. Faraday, aren't you?

101 WellM You're flattering me, boy, and I appreciate it.

102 WellM I met him once, you know? Brilliant man. Brilliant man.

103 (PC_Art LINE MISSING)

104 WellM That's an interesting thought, but I think you have it exactly backwards. What we do is a sacred service.

105 WellM Butchers used to be priests, did you know that? We were the ones who sacrificed the bull to the goddess Athena, and offer Her the bones and the fat. And then they got the meat to the people.

106 WellM And among the Hebrews, the butcher is still a holy man. He has to know the Talmudic laws.

107 WellM We're Hierophants. Priests. We deal with the freshly dead, and we expiate the sin of spilling their blood. We are the guardians of the watchtowers between the living and the dead.

108 PC_Art No time to read this now.

109 WellM Are you even listening to me?

110 WellM You know what, just remount the package on the Extruder and stop trying to distract me.

111 WellM Excellent! Now we can fill our orders! You're doing a lovely job, by the way.

112 WellM One nice thing about working for a butcher is, you never starve! You can have as much meat as you like! See? I told you you'd be well compensated.

113 WellM Now, up on my board you'll see a list of orders. I've already filled in the addresses. All you have to do is press the right button. For example, if the order calls for one meat loaf, and one meat bundt cake, then you press the appropriate buttons, and then put the order in the pneumatic tube.

114 WellM All right? I've put the first order up on the board. Make me proud!

115 WellM Good work! Now put the order in the hopper.

116 WellM Off it goes!

117 WellM That's terrific. I have a feeling this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

118 WellM You're doing well. And doing good, too!

119 WellM I'm very impressed.

120 WellM Isn't it an amazing system? I'm quite proud of all the automation.

121 WellM I wish we had more butchers! I could start franchising!

122 WellM No, no, no. That's not what it says on the board! Do it again.

123 WellM That's not what the order is! Try again!

124 WellM All I'm asking is for you to push the buttons that match the order. How hard can that be?

125 WellM Are you messing this up on purpose? Do it again!

126 WellM I need you to do the same order as before, but this time, get it right! Is that too much to ask?

127 WellM Don't you think we have a responsibility to the former owner of the carcass? To not waste the food?

128 WellM Come on, don't dawdle!

129 WellM You're a smart lad, speed it up!

130 WellM I want you focusing on the job. This is no time to daydream!

131 PC_Art Uh -- there's smoke coming out of the extruder!

132 WellM Well fix it! Use a repair kit, or bang on it. Just get it done! I can't figure everything out for you.

133 WellM Come on! Get cracking! You're making us late!

134 PC_Art The extruder's stopped working. All the lights are off.

135 WellM Well put in some new power cells! We can't break the First Law of Thermodynamics, can we?

136 WellM You're doing a lovely job. Why don't you take a short break and get something to eat.

137 WellM And… look at that! I'm all out of orders! I think this new system is working brilliantly.

138 WellM Why don't you get some rest. I bet we'll fill twice as many orders tomorrow!

139 PC_Art I've got to find some way out of here.

140 PC_Art What's behind this parcel?

140a WellM Back to work, nosy parker.

140b PC_Art He clearly wants me to stay away from the cellar. Is that the way out, I wonder?

140c PC_Art Ow. Those bloody spankers. I've got to distract him with something if I'm going to get into the cellar.

141 PC_Art … A door! Thank God!

142 PC_Art It's got a keycard lock. And I suppose Mr. Wizard has the keycard.

143 WellM What do you think you're doing? You can't leave! Where's your dedication? Where's your devotion to our sacred craft?

144 PC_Art I need to read that journal I found.

145 PC_Art "August 30. Have to be more careful. I accidentally put my hat next to the suction coupling, and it went right into the intake canister. Spent an hour pulling felt off the blades in the cyclone mincer. Imagine if that had been a bottle? Or worse, a wrench?"

146 PC_Art "September 9. Problem solved. Added a power cutoff to the suction coupling. Now it won't even start up unless a package is mounted onto it. I'm going to add the same cutoff to all the machines, to minimize accidents. Don't want Edmund's hand ending up in the V-meat!"

146a PC_Art Aha! If I stuff that broken bit of the eviscerator into the package, it ought to clog up the works nicely, shouldn't it!

146b PC_Art Ha. Let's see you extrude that.

147 PC_Art That's it. I can load up yesterday's package with all sorts of junk, and sabotage the Extruder.

148 WellM All right! Are you ready for another day of serving people? I mean, serving the people, of course. Hah hah, my little joke. Never mind.

149 WellM I'm just going to start up the board now.

150 PC_Art That doesn't sound quite right?

151 PC_Art Do you want to come down and see what's going on?

152 WellM No, no, I'm sure it will sort itself.

153 PC_Art Something's gone terribly wrong! There's smoke coming out!

153a PC_Art Oh, it's, er, it's doing that… smoky grindy thing again.

154 WellM That doesn't sound good. I better come down.

155 WellM Don't try anything clever. We have a lot to do today, and it takes so long to recover from the Spanker.

156 PC_Art Maybe if I hide I can catch him off guard.

157 WellM You maniac! You blew it up! Ah, damn you! God damn you to hell!

158 WellM People are starving! Don't you understand? We are witnessing the end!

159 WellM You'll pay for this! I'll never let you out now!

160 WellM I'm almost tempted to turn you into a package. Almost.

161 PC_Art I think I'll just get my things and go.

161a WellM Did I pass out? My neck hurts something terrible! Bloody hell! He choked me unconscious!

161b WellM Where are you, ye little twerp!

161c WellM You insubordinate bastard! You get back to your post!

161d WellM We'll have none of this Bolshevik shirking!

161e WellM Heavens, this is clogged up something proper!

161f WellM Are you skulking about somewhere?

161g WellM Don't wander off, I'll need you here as soon as I have this up and running again!

161h WellM Apprentice to the extruder room please, apprentice to the extruder room!

161i WellM Nnnng… damn thing…

162 PC_Art I don't see anyone else's things here. That's a good sign.

162a WellM You're not in the cellar are you?!

162b WellM You little fucker, you're in the cellar, aren't you?

162c WellM Come now, this is no way for an apprentice to behave!

162d WellM Come now around when there are mouths to feed, there's a good chap.

162e WellM Come now most unbecoming behaviour!

162f WellM Come now your sense of duty?

162g WellM Ah there you are; back to work with you.

163 PC_Art You know, Mr. Cutty? I think the police will not share your enthusiasm for your new product line.

164 Bobby What's going on up there? I heard shouting. Where's Reg?

165 PC_Art Mr. Cutty's turning cadavers into V-meat. I barely escaped becoming V-meat myself! He's got these horrible machines in there that turn people into… meat bundt cake!

166 Bobby Human bundt cake! That's monstrous!

167 Bobby Is he armed?

168 PC_Art He has a rather nasty Spanker, but I think he's a bit trapped in his cellar at the moment.

169 Bobby Right! We'll knock out the power, and go spank him ourselves!

170 Bobby Thank you, citizen! We'll take it from here.

171 WellM You can't do this to me! I'm pillar of the community!

172 WellM It's all lies! I never! Those are perfectly legitimate machines!

173 WellM I'm only trying to feed people! We're letting perfectly good meat go rotten! That's insane!

174 WellM I'll give you free sausages for the rest of your life!

175 PC_Art Perhaps I should give a thought to becoming vegetarian

176 WellM Come on, back to work?

177 WellM Where have you wandered off to? No shirking!

178 WellM The Devil makes plans for idle hands!

There were more points of failure on the machines, including having to charge and replace power cells, and you would have had to sneak up on Reg and choke him out to get into the basement.

Reg had a whole monologue about the place of butchers in historical society. I do really wish Line 103 wasn't missing 'cause it sounds a little more detailed than a lead into that monogue.

Also Arthur calling him a poor man's Dr. Faraday and him taking it as a compliment and assuming you meant the late Dr. Faraday. They used the conceit of Arthur not knowing Faraday was a woman, which is strange given that she's a bit of a local celebrity, but it might have made sense if they played with the past and present more with it, the idea that you couldn't not know of Dr. Faraday, but it could escape one's notice that the former had gone on holiday and the present one is his wife.

[guardian-of-gotham]

//Filled out a questionnaire by my lovely mutual, Kirby, earlier in my hiatus, and I finally decided to post it. Also, there are NSFW themes in the Sexuality section. I've colored milder answers in orange and more potentially uncomfortable ones in red.

-- Appearance

001. Do they have any scars?

Yes, several. Most from before the Batsuit actually served as armor, when his dealings with Gotham's mobs saw him stabbed and shot repeatedly. And yet it still took a kid insisting on joining him for him to realize he should sacrifice some mobility for a more durable fabric.

002. Do they have any tattoos/piercings?

No.

003. What is their natural eye color?

Steely blue.

004. Do they wear contacts to change their eye color?

Not unless in disguise.

005. What is their natural hair color?

Black.

006. Do they dye their hair?

Not unless in disguise, and a wig is not an option.

007. Do they keep their hair long, short, or in between?

He's had the same short, combed back side part since he was a child.

008. What does their clothing style look like?

He dresses as formally as appropriate on any occasion. If he's going for a real casual look, he might wear a vest without a jacket or forgo outerwear entirely. No tie and leaving a couple buttons open at the top of his shirt is a popular go-to for a particularly laid-back date night.

009. Do they dress in “the norm” for their gender presentation?

Kind of? He dresses more formally than most men, and there are some common items of clothing he never wears, but his outfits are all still masculine, even if they sometimes get a bit too fancy to be considered normal. Also, he wouldn't be entirely opposed to wearing more feminine clothing if it was part of a disguise he knew he could pull off or if a partner expressed interest in seeing him in a particular garment/outfit.

010. Do they wear any kind of make-up?

Not usually, but he has used it for certain disguises, to help hide injuries, and when necessary for media and/or public appearances.

011. Are they invested in their physical appearance?

He tries his best to look presentable as Bruce Wayne and intimidating as Batman, but if those qualities weren't necessary for his goals, he probably wouldn't care much. His monetary investment in his appearance is pretty substantial, though, mostly due to extensive efforts to minimize his scars as much as possible to avoid suspicion towards his secret identity.

-- Identity

012. What is their gender identity and sexual orientation?

Cis male and demibisexual/romantic.

013. What is their relation to their gender identity and sexual orientation?

He's never questioned either and still thinks he's straight (by default). Given his place on the ace/aro spectrum, it's already difficult enough for him to form and realize attraction to others, and his stubbornness leads him to deny his feelings longer still, so he's never really needed or been presented with the opportunity to wonder if his interests go beyond women. Funnily enough, his first crush was on Harvey Dent in college, but it was also his first time experiencing real friendship, and he's so emotionally stunted, he didn't realize his feelings went beyond that.

014. What is their relation to their ethnicity/heritage?

Bruce was raised in both the Jewish faith and culture and still engages in the associated traditions despite now being disconnected from the spiritual aspects of his upbringing. There were some mild Christian influences from his father, who belonged to the Episcopal Church before his relationship with Martha, but those had much less of an impact on his life than the strong family values and emphasis on making the world a better place. "Tikkun olam" may as well be his life motto.

015. How do they feel about their nationality, current or of origin?

Having been born and raised in the U.S., he can appreciate some of the ideals behind the country's founding and the independent spirit it can inspire in people. However, he is also aware of just how deep corruption runs through every system currently in place, those in Gotham being some of the worst examples. To say that he loves his country in its current state might be a bit of a stretch, but he does care about the people living in it and does his best to play his part in its eventual improvement.

016. What family members had the most impact on them?

Considering his parents both instilled his current ideals in him and set him on his current path through their deaths, probably them. Although, he never would've gotten this far if not for the support and influence of his butler, and essentially, second father, Alfred.

017. What is their relationship with their family?

He does his best to love and protect every last person in his family, blood relation to them an unimportant factor, but he would never ask the same of them. As far as he's concerned, they would all be better off without him, and their continued association with him only increases the likelihood of their death. Any apparent distance he might place between himself and them is simply him trying to prevent that outcome.

018. Do they connect with their sense of self or reject it?

He sees himself as a tool, a necessary evil to help others. Any moments of self-discovery or humanizing experiences, regardless of if he's eventually appreciated them or not, have happened against his will.

019. Is their sense of self tied to another person or thing?

Very much so. As stated previously, he has built his entire life around aiding others. He sees no point to his existence otherwise. Honestly, he doesn't even know who he is anymore. Bruce Wayne pretty much died the same night his parents did, Batman is a purpose, not a person, and even the moments in his life where he feels the most real and alive only occur because of the people he's grown to love.

020. What does their morality look like?

He is intent on making the world a better place through self-sacrifice and systemic change. He unfortunately has found it necessary to hurt people to stop them from hurting others, but he refuses to kill, because he doesn't believe in any one person having the power to end another's life, and he believes that when people seen as heroes kill, it can corrupt their mission and/or inspire more malicious forces to pose as heroes and take advantage of people's trust in them to carry out harm on a mass scale.

021. What other names are they known by? 

Batman, Bats, The Bat, The Dark Knight, B, Brucie, Brucie Boy, Brucie Baby, Bruce Old Boy, Mr. Wayne, Dad, Father, Baba, Spooky, and more.

022. Do they know any languages besides their birth tongue?

English, French, Spanish, Russian, Japanese, Mandarin, Cantonese, Filipino, Korean, Arabic, Turkish, Polish, German, Latin, Greek, Italian, Portuguese, Hebrew, Thai, Vietnamese, Kryptonian, Swedish, Swahili, and Kasnian. Possibly more.

023. What religion were they raised in, if any?

Judaism.

024. Are they religious at present?

No. He's seen too many unbelievable things to completely discount the idea that everything he was taught in his youth was true, but there seems to be no explicit evidence supporting its existence either. Regardless, he still engages with the cultural aspects of Judaism and lives by the ideals instilled in him, holding the belief that faith in an otherworldly being isn't necessary to uphold family traditions or to be a decent person.

025. Do they hold to any superstitions?

Only if they've proven to be true, at which point, they can no longer be considered superstitions.

-- Health

026. Do they need glasses?

No.

027. What mental conditions do they have?

Autism, PTSD, C-PTSD, and Dysthymia (a.k.a. Persistent Depressive Disorder).

028. What physical conditions do they have?

Other than a plethora of scars, none at present.

029. Do they have any allergies?

No.

030. What notable injuries and/or illnesses have they had?

Broken bones, bruises, blood loss, sprained joints, strained muscles, dislocated bones, head trauma, bullet wounds, burns, stab wounds, incisions, temporary hearing loss, temporary loss of vision, temporary death, the common cold, pneumonia, frostbite, radiation poisoning, food poisoning, ingestion of poisons, exposure to fear toxin, Joker venom, Poison Ivy's pollens and pheromones, and various other psychoactive substances, paralysis, comas, hangovers, and many, many more.

031. How diligent are they about their personal hygiene?

When he needs to go out in public, very much so, but he has been known to neglect himself when focused on a particularly frustrating mission.

032. Do they keep up with their medication if they have any?

Alfred makes sure he does whenever necessary, but he does sometimes intentionally skip doses if he finds that the effects interfere with his ability to carry out his work.

033. Are they particularly concerned with staying healthy/clean?

Only to maintain respectability and the ability to fight crime. He doesn't fear death so much as no longer being able to protect others.

-- Symbolism

034. What colors are they related to?

Black as Batman, obviously, and perhaps gold as Bruce Wayne? He would be associated with wealth and extravagance, the color is the same as the champagne often served at his parties, and he is seen by some as a ray of light and symbol of hope in Gotham's dark, corrupt atmosphere.

035. What animals symbolize them?

Other than his clear connection to bats, there are also some parallels between him and a wolf. Both are seen by others as solitary predators despite clearly being pack animals. Plus, the animal's fierce and loyal characteristics are also very present in Bruce's own personality.

036. What plants symbolize them?

From Victorian Floral Code:

Asphodel - Remembered Beyond The Tomb

Red begonia - Dark Thoughts

Bluebell - Constancy

Bittersweet Nightshade - Truth

Box - Stocism

Cedar - Strength; I Live For Thee

Pink carnation - I'll Never Forget You

Cypress - Despair; Mourning

Dogwood - Love Undiminished by Adversity

Eglantine - Poetry; I Wound To Heal

Everlasting - Enduring Remembrance

Fennel - Force; Strength

Adonis Flos - Painful Recollections

Forsythia - Good Nature

Dark Geranium - Melancholy

Gladiolus - Strength of Character

Heliotrope - Devotion

Hyacinth - Sorrow

Ivy - Fidelity

Lavender - Mistrust

Marigold - Grief; Despair

Monkshood - Chivalry

Snowball - Bound

Johnny Jump-Up Viola - Thoughts, Remembrance

Wallflower - Fidelity in Adversity

Water lily - Eloquence; Purity of Heart

Weeping willow - Mourning

037. What celestial bodies symbolize them?

Stars - guidance, hope, and destiny

Comets - change and upheaval

038. What time of day are they most related to?

Night. A time of secrets and darkness. Light still exists; it's just harder to find. So long as there are those who can't rest safely each night, he will make this darkness his home.

039. What is a number or numbers that relate to them?

2. A number of dichotomy and conflict, as well as partners and cooperation. Two parents lost, two identities formed, the dynamic duos that protected him from the harm of self isolation, the two alters at war within his best friend, Harvey Dent, once the white knight to his dark knight, and the minimum number of people he can count on to continue residing at Wayne Manor, as they have since the other two were lost.

040. What elements are they most connected to?

Earth. Grounded, solid, steadfast, and dependable. Rich in resources and the foundation for all continued life.

041. What type of weather are they?

Gloomy and overcast. Melancholy and mundane, he isn't always appreciated and can be a source of misery for some, but to those of an acquired taste, he offers peace and hope, with the promise of a better life to come after putting up with a downpour or two.

042. What season of the year are they?

Fall. A time of death, loss, and change. He sacrifices and sheds parts of himself, so life and hope can begin a new in those around him. Even if he doesn't live to see the eventual spring, he will bear the brunt of the coming winter to leave the world stronger than he left it.

043. What kind of precious material are they?

Diamond. Forged under pressure and difficult to break.

044. What type of music fits them best?

Classical instrumental. Filled with soul and complex emotions, even if often overlooked or misunderstood by others due to a disconnect from those who rely more heavily on verbal communication.

045. What songs are closely tied to them?

Symphony No. 3 by Henryk Górecki, also known as the Symphony of Sorrowful Songs, is a piece that always spoke to something in him, especially after the deaths of his own parents. He might give its name if asked for his favorite song, but to actually hear him listening to it nowadays would likely not be a great sign for his emotional stability in that moment.

-- Preferences

046. What is their favorite food and drink?

Steak and steamed vegetables have always been a reliable go-to, and he wouldn't be able to function without the vast amounts of black coffee he consumes each day. Although, if he were trying to pair the two, red wine would be a better fit for the aforementioned meal.

047. Do they like sports?

Not particularly. He likes engaging in physical activity and appreciates the value sports add to society, but he's not the type of person who needs to keep up with a particular game or team. His priorities lie elsewhere.

048. Do they like hot or cold weather?

Cold. He's used to Gotham's gloom and recognizes the practical truth that it will always be easier to warm oneself than attempt to cool off.

049. How do they feel about animals?

While he appreciates them and finds it himself easily growing to care for them, he does think that there's a limit to how many of them people can personally care for within a single household and hopes Damian's penchant for collecting strays doesn't end up getting out of hand.

050. How do they feel about nature?

It's a precious resource that needs to be protected, but unlike a certain adversary of his, he doesn't believe the loss of human lives is necessary for that protection.

051. Do they prefer science or the humanities?

Personally, science. However, he does believe teaching the humanities to be more important when it comes to fostering a kinder society and making people aware of societal warning signs before true corruption can take root.

052. Are they booksmart or streetsmart?

Mostly booksmart, but he's streetsmart enough to do his job as Batman. He's knowledgeable on how the criminal underworld works and capable of analyzing his enemies' psyches, but there are deficits regarding his social intelligence in general that often get in his way.

053. Are they more comfortable in large crowds, small groups, or totally alone?

While he would likely say alone, he does, in fact, work and feel best when in the company of a few close friends or family.

054. Do they feel more in their element in urban or rural settings?

Urban, but specifically an older, darker version of urban. Places like Metropolis can feel too bright and overwhelming, and they lack the harsher architecture and abundance of hiding spots he's grown used to in Gotham.

055. How do they feel about math and language?

Both are important cornerstones of society, and he's made sure to remain well-versed in each subject.

056. Do they prefer to travel or stay in one place?

Stay in one place. There's a comfort in familiarity, even if Gotham can't exactly be described as comfortable on its own.

057. Are they good about getting out of their comfort zone?

Not really. That may seem hard to believe, given his nighttime activities, but pain and fighting have become commonplace to him. It's much harder to trust others or allow himself to be vulnerable than to face off against increasingly more difficult foes.

058. What’s their sense of humor like?

Dry, sarcastic, and often deadpan. It's sometimes hard to tell that he's joking beyond the sheer ridiculousness of some of his statements.

059. Do they have any special interests?

Justice and social reform.

060. What pieces of media are important to them?

The Gray Ghost and The Mark of Zorro, although, he hasn't seen either in decades. Television and film in general have lost much of their appeal to him since his parents' deaths.

061. What are their pet peeves?

Recklessness, greed, and cowardice shown by people who have others depending on them.

-- Sociabilities

062. Are they more introverted or extroverted?

Introverted, for sure, but he can pretend to be extroverted when he needs to be. He enjoys being around those he cares about, but even then, he prefers to observe them interacting with each other or quietly enjoy their company.

063. Are they paternal in nature?

Given that he has managed to amass a small army of children, several of which were acquired against his will and best efforts, it's safe to say that he's so paternal, it's often to his detriment. He doesn't believe any kid deserves him and the trouble that seems to follow him in their lives, but he will always care for the few that made their way into his life regardless. He also treats kids in general with as much kindness as possible, knowing all too well how frightening and lonely it can be to exist as one.

064. Do they want kids?

Surprisingly, no. He's only adopted kids if he's felt he's been their best and/or only option, which doesn't happen often. He didn't plan to have Damian, and he doesn't plan to willingly bring any more children into his horror show of a life. Of course, that's how he's always felt, so odds don't look great for him actually maintaining that goal any time soon.

065. What level of emotional intelligence do they have?

His emotional intelligence is fairly decent; however, his emotional wisdom and social skills often leave something to be desired. He can understand that he's in distress and needs to care for himself just fine, but that doesn't do him any good if he convinces himself he can handle things alone, believes himself to be undeserving of compassion, and actively refuses to take said care of himself. Likewise, while he can often understand the emotions of those around him, not everyone appreciates some of those emotions being treated as a simple problem he just has to find the solution for.

066. How do they communicate their thoughts and feelings (positive or negative) to others?

He doesn't. He bottles it all up until they push him too far or the occasional feeling dawns on him that he should them know he cares about them. After all, he's very obvious in showing how he feels (in his mind, at least), so why does he need to specifically voice it all the time?

067. What are their love languages out of the classic 5?

Acts of service, gift-giving, and quality time. Physical touch is also a common one for him in romantic relationships, but he doesn't initiate it nearly as often in platonic or familial relationships.

068. What are their love languages not included in the classic 5?

Memorization of small details, protection, avoidance, and sacrifice (up to and including his own life).

069. How strong is their sense of empathy?

Not very. He can be incredibly sympathetic and has his ways of reading people, but unless he can specifically relate to their current situation, he can't actually place himself in their shoes and feel what they're feeling. Even when he can relate to their situation, he moreso taps into his own past feelings than connects with their current ones, which can be counterproductive if they feel differently.

070. Do they allow themself to be vulnerable or keep all at a distance?

He absolutely keeps everyone at a distance, but those patient and persistent enough can definitely break through his walls and witness moments of vulnerability from him despite his best efforts to pretend such vulnerabilities don't exist. Those who pay close enough attention will even realize that the very fact that he allows them to get close means that he's already become vulnerable to them. The only time he doesn't try to hide that, though, is when he truly believes they need a reminder of how much he cares for them.

071. Do they struggle relating to others with foreign experiences?

Very much so, but that doesn't mean he automatically dismisses them. He'll always try to help others in their struggles as long as they aren't harming others. Even then, he's been known to offer words of kindness to those most in society wouldn't seem worthy of such an act. People can't change if never presented with the opportunity or motivation to do so.

072. How quickly are they to give their trust?

What trust? Joking aside though, trust always needs to be earned with Bruce. However, once fully earned and fostered, it's hard to break that trust entirely. He might not trust them in small matters anymore, but he'd likely still trust them with his life if push came to shove.

073. Are they more of an optimist or pessimist?

He would describe himself as more of a realist, but his life experiences have led him to expect the worst more often than not. Despite that, he continues to fight for a world where better expectations might more easily exist.

074. Are their emotions easily influenced by others’?

Only by those he's already started to grow close to. Usually, there are too many walls in place, but once someone's slipped past his defenses, it doesn't take much to have him wrapped around their finger.

-- Romance & Sexuality

075. Do they fall on the aromantic/asexual spectrum?

Definitely. He's demi in both spectrums, requiring an existing emotional connection before developing feelings for or attraction to anyone.

076. Do they want to be married?

Ideally, yes. In practice, it would take a lot to convince him to add yet another potential family member for him to lose into his life, though.

077. What type of features are they attracted to?

Sharp/angular facial features, plush lips, slender builds, toned muscles, broad shoulders, long hair, heights not far below but potentially fairly far above his own, and nice hands

078. What type of personalities are they attracted to?

Passionate, charismatic, mature, strong-willed, kind, and respectful people who are good with children.

079. What type of personalities repulse them/are a turn off?

Rude, violent, manipulative, reckless, egotistical, immature, and/or chauvinistic people unable to take anything seriously.

080. Would they be open to a threesome?

Not unless it was one mind shared between two bodies or one body shared between two minds.

081. Would they be open to a foursome or more?

The previous answer would still stand, but there would be more hesitance for each additional body/mind. More alters/other variations of head mates would be more likely to cause real discomfort than more bodies, though, since each one would technically be a separate partner with their own thoughts and personality. 2 minds might actually be a max for him.

082. Would they be okay with an open relationship?

Not at all. I could see him agreeing to his partner seeing others to keep them happy if he was talked into it, but he wouldn't be able to keep up multiple relationships at once himself, and even sharing his current partner would be very unhealthy for him and would eventually break him to the point of pulling away entirely.

083. Are they polygamous?

Absolutely not, as explained in the previous answer.

084. Are they open about their sexuality (both orientation and general)?

Nope. He doesn't even realize he's on the ace/aro spectrums, much less that he's bi. Even with women, he denies his attraction to them as long as he can and tries to avoid even purely emotional attachment to them, due to his tendency to repress emotions, his lacking romantic experience and his fear of loss. He's also a deeply private person in general and tries to avoid being the focus of a conversation.

085. Are they comfortable with casual sex?

No, he doesn't even feel the need to engage in such acts when not in a relationship. He would have no reason to seek out temporary companionship, and he wouldn't be attracted to anyone without forming a deeper connection to them. He hadn't even had his first kiss before becoming involved with Selina, and his one night stand with Talia was not intended to be so brief on his side of things.

086. How comfortable are they with discussing sexuality in general?

In general, incredibly uncomfortable, but with a (potential) partner, usually the most discomfort he'll feel is some mild shyness or embarrassment.

087. What are their kinks?

Bondage (mostly receiving), dominance (receiving), body worship (giving), sparring/wrestling, sensation play, adrenaline/danger play (only when no real risk/threat exists to deal with or after dealing with something real not brought on by his partner where nobody else could've been hurt), roleplaying (mostly bringing hero/rogue personas into the bedroom, though he's too embarrassed to reveal so without prompting), clothed sex (either both or just his partner), costumes/uniforms (mostly formal attire, business wear, and hero/rogue uniforms), lingerie (on either his partner or himself, but he hasn't been introduced to that second option yet), teasing (mostly receiving), and suspension (mostly receiving).

088. If they could choose, on average, would they prefer slow and sensual or fast and rough?

He definitely prefers to slow down and appreciate things as they occur, but he'll speed up if requested, and he certainly wouldn't have any complaints being treated a little rougher if his partner was the one controlling the pace.

089. Does emotional intimacy play any part in their enjoyment of sex?

Absolutely. He cannot enjoy the act if he isn't physically pleasing a partner he has grown emotionally attached to. He doesn't even tend to himself, though there's generally no need to if he hasn't interacted with such a person recently.

090. How tolerant are they of kinks they don’t have?

It depends on the potential they have to cause harm or illness and how much physical pleasure it would bring his partner. Outside of his own relationships, he doesn't care what people do as long as they're being safe and discreet.

091. Are they more prone to the dominant or submissive role?

Submissive. He can fake being dominant occasionally to please his partners, but it doesn't come naturally to him, and prolonged teasing or pushback would quickly break his resolve.

092. Do they prefer the penetrated (bottom) or penetrating (top) position?

He has no preference, but given that he has only had cis female partners in the past, he is more experienced as a top. Although, he would be uncertain of himself either way at first with a partner who had the same genitalia as him, and until he became more confident in his skill with that type of anatomy, he would likely always make sure they were still stimulated from the front in some way when topping. He also tries to use other forms of stimulation when taking the bottom role with partners lacking the necessary natural anatomy, wanting to make sure their needs are still being met. In any case, constant audible confirmation of his partner's pleasure greatly helps to reassure him and keep his anxieties from interfering.

093. Are they a sadist, masochist, or both?

He's not exactly a masochist persay, but if any pain is going to occur, he would much rather it happen to him. Anything on his end couldn't go beyond gentle love nips, lightly running his nails across skin, or minimal pressure/squeezing applied to certain body parts, and that last one would take a bit of convincing before he was comfortable trying.

094. Do they prefer to give or receive oral sex?

Give. He grows deeply uncomfortable whenever he is doted on in any way unless he is able to return the affection, preferably simultaneously, Even when he's already made sure his partner has had their fill for the time being, having all attention turned on him can still make him tense or squirmy, especially when when unable to at least touch them while it's happening.

-- Misc.

095. Would they be considered “out of touch” with the present day?

In some ways. He doesn't necessarily keep up with the latest trends or what slang is currently in use among the youth of today. In fact, he could easily be described as a product of an older era. However, he is more aware than most of the things that truly matter in life, and people trust him to pay attention to their needs and do his best to fight for necessary changes, when others with his level of power in society often ignore anything that doesn't directly seem to affect them or even make things worse for those less fortunate if it works to their advantage.

096. What are their feelings about recycling?

It's an incredible method for reducing waste, but an individual's efforts to engage in it won't make a difference if the corporations that create most of the world's waste continue not to take any accountability or make any attempts at change themselves.

097. Do they have any grasp of Internet culture?

Basically none. If it could provide insight on a case, he might put in the effort to learn a thing or two, but beyond that, it holds no relevance in his life.

098. What’s their average level of energy?

Probably a 5. Tired and overworked, but he manages to carry on regardless.

099. What are they proud of?

His family, his friends, and people who have chosen to better themselves despite any struggles involved in doing so. He holds no pride for any of his own actions or achievements, though.

100. What do they regret?

Every mistake, real or imagined, that he's ever made, the people that he's failed to save making up the majority of that regret.

101. Do they have any secrets?

...He's Batman.

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013. Geneq

A beautiful day looms overhead, and Nomin is finally given a gift that she had been eagerly awaiting. Now owning a bow of her own, Esenaij is able to teach Nomin what he knows about archery, hoping to allow her the avenue to fend for herself should it ever come to that. However, their training is interrupted when a strange noise catches their attention.

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The time that the Haragin spent close to the Sagahl was as fleeting as the ocean breeze. In roughly a fortnight since meeting with them, many of the Haragin packed their ger and traveled westward in order to bring their goods and wares to Reunion in order to trade and make merry with their friends and allies there. Only a small group of Haragin stayed behind to ensure their anchored ships were watched over from the shores. Nomin even learned that there were those still manning the ships to keep them safe where they were anchored.

Nomin had since gone through all of her precious chocolates, unable to manage rationing them out to make them last longer. Her disappointment was voiced; more when both Bayarmaa and Esenaij denied the desire to see the Haragin again to trade for more of the delicious morsels. This disappointment was quickly forgotten, however, once Esenaij presented Nomin with her very own bow. To Nomin’s delight, the bow was decorated with this prominent blue along its deep, golden limbs.

“You put the blue on it like I asked!” Nomin exclaimed as she looked over her new bow. Her tail flicked up and down as she held it by the grip. Turning her attention back up toward Esenaij, she beamed with immense appreciation. “Thank you, Esenaij!”

As soon as her thanks left her, Nomin darted forward to him and threw her arms around Esenaij before he had a chance to even make a response. Esenaij flinched, a brief jolt of bemusement rippling through him. He then relaxed and slowly brought a hand over to pat Nomin a couple of times on her head in response. Giving a silent sigh, he said, “Think nothing of it. It's yours, and it should reflect how you would want it. No other shall mistake it as their own.”

“Does this mean we get to do archery training?” Nomin asked, keeping her attention on Esenaij, still clutching onto his waist with a grin. Her elation would have been infectious were she dealing with Bayarmaa.

Esenaij offered a nod, his expression steady as he gave his response, “Indeed. I had a mind to begin training you while the sun still shines today. Provided Bayarmaa has no plans in teaching you anything else.”

From the opposite side of their ger, Bayarmaa’s voice drifted over. “Nothing that Nomin doesn’t already know for the moment. We can sit and learn again on a later day about the bounty closer to the ocean shores.” Bayarmaa then looked up from her spot in the ger, offering a knowing smile in Nomin’s direction. She had been busy tuning her morin khuur finally, having been idly playing off and on during the process.

With Bayarmaa's approval, Esenaij motioned toward the entry flap of the ger. Nomin's excitement bubbled over, and she let go of Esenaij. Gathering her brand new bow, Nomin hurried outside. She practically hopped through the entryway, skipping along a small ways outside the ger. Pausing to back behind her, she saw Esenaij not long after, holding his own bow. He had a quiver of arrows loosely hanging from his shoulder, clearly having been given little time to actually secure it to his waist and thigh. He followed along after Nomin for a time until he directed her to head outside of the iloh when they got to their site's border.

“I'm gonna get to shoot real arrows~” Nomin sang to herself. Her voice was filled with that same joy l as she was now the one trailing along after Esenaij.

“Let's not get ahead of ourselves,” Esenaij said, casting a brief glance over his shoulder. “I have training arrows for you for now.”

“I'm gonna get to shoot training arrows~” Nomin sang instead, her shift in words holding no shift in her mood. Nothing was going to dampen how thrilled she was to finally learn archery.

Once they were a distance away from the iloh, Esenaij took up some of the arrows he had with him and spread them on the ground at his and Nomin’s feet. They were newly made from the look of things -- their shafts nearly glowing in the sunlight, and their fletchings looking almost alive with how clean the feathers still had been. As Nomin admired the training arrows a moment longer, Esenaij rose to his feet, gesturing toward the nearby hillside. Nomin could hear the ocean waves and some of the calls of the ocean cloudkin beyond it.

“I'm going to have you shooting toward that hill,” Esenaij began. “The hill is tall enough so the arrows don't fly off too far away -- if at all. I'll set up some targets for practice, and ideally, I want you to aim for those.”

Esenaij looked down at Nomin momentarily to make sure she was paying attention. When she looked up and nodded, Esenaij then started walking toward the hill, digging in one of the compartments to his quiver to pull out folded squares of cloth. Nomin watched as he unfurled the targets, each one a goal to keep in mind. After the second one had been secured, Nomin leaned down and picked up one of the arrows.

The arrow did not have a sharp stone- or steel-tipped arrowhead. Instead, there was a little cloth tip, rounded out and filled with a spongy texture when Nomin went to pinch it between her fingers. Each of these soft, cloth-tipped arrows had colored powder within them as well, releasing when Nomin squeezed them. The one she had stained her fingertips orange, the pigment bright against her dark blue skin.

Holding the arrow high, Nomin waved it over her head while calling out, “What's the colored powder for?”

“It'll show where you hit when it makes impact on the targets. That will, in turn, show us how your aim is,” Esenaij called back, making sure his voice could carry over the wind and ocean waves. He had been getting the final target secured into the hillside.

Jogging back over to where Nomin was stood, Esenaij took his bow and strung it with practiced ease before standing upright and then taking one of the training arrows from his quiver. He then knelt down and helped Nomin get squared up and in a proper stance.

“Since we're staring out, we'll start with a wide, grounded stance. Shoulders square with your hips,” Esenaij went on to explain as he helped Nomin out. “As you draw your arrow, do your best to keep your posture -- if you slouch, your aim may wander.” He then leaned over as Nomin brought her bow up, bringing his hand up to both steady her arm, and ensure there was a slight bend to her elbow.

“It's like what Mister Daritai showed me!” Nomin said, a flicker of recognition for the basics flitting through her memories.

“Good, then I won't have to go over this for too long, I trust?” Esenaij questioned. His question hung in the air as Nomin did what she could to recall what Daritai showed her during their time in Nhaama’s Retreat.

“Why don't I want my arm straight again?” Nomin questioned, looking between her arm, her bow, and then Esenaij. “Mister Daritai showed me back when we were traveling through Nhaama’s Retreat…but I don't remember everything that he said back then.”

“That was nearly a moon ago at this point,” Esenaij considered as he rubbed his chin. “You want a slight bend so your bowstring doesn't snap against your skin on release. It can be quite painful -- like being stung by some vilekin.” Esenaij then reached over and helped to realign Nomin’s fingers on the grip. “And then we have your thumb and index finger holding the bow in place, curling the others to rest upon the grip. Despite what it may seem like, a somewhat relaxed grip is more ideal than a firm one. It’ll help with better control -- after all, you don’t want to fight your own weapon.”

Nomin nodded, listening intently to Esenaij’s instructions. She closed one eye, then the other to see which one would have been better for her aim. Something she remembered Daritai explaining to her. She quickly grew excited when Esenaij finally gave her a training arrow to nock for herself. He stepped aside so that he would not be a potential target for her -- accidental or otherwise -- and motioned toward any one of the four targets.

“It's unlikely you'll hit one on your first try,” Esenaij noted, making sure to imply that Nomin should not expect results right away. “Hitting the targets today isn't what's important here today, though. What is important is getting used to the stance, how it feels to hold a bow, and how it feels to release the arrow. Breathe in as you draw, and then out as you release.”

Esenaij's words filled Nomin with some determination in regards to hitting the targets. Pulling the arrow back, Nomin felt the tension of the string beneath her fingertips, and she did her best to keep every detail Esenaij told her in mind. The ones she could remember at any rate -- her thoughts were going a malm a minute trying to recall everything that she deemed important. Settling her gaze upon the target that was straight ahead from her, Nomin took her aim.

With an exhale, Nomin let go.

The arrow sailed through the air…straight into the ground mere fulms from where Nomin stood.

Puffing up her cheeks, Nomin huffed before repeating the process again and again. Her arrows found various destinations; some flew further than the first, some bounced off the grass, and even managed to graze one of the four targets! Though…it would have been nice if she actually hit the circles on the cloth, and not just the excess.

Time felt like it stretched with each failure to hit anything. It got to a point Nomin furrowed her brow and sighed, her frustration rising. The targets felt like they were impossible to hit. Looking up at Esenaij, she asked with a tinge of upset, “... Maybe I can watch you do it?”

Esenaij glanced at the targets briefly, his expression ever unreadable to Nomin, before taking up his bow and then one of the remaining arrows on the ground. His stance and focus looked like they came so naturally, though. He only took a moment, but once the arrow was drawn and released, Nomin watched it fly through the air before it hit the leftmost target right between the bullseye and the ring around it. The orange stain left behind was proof of Esenaij’s aim, and Nomin gawked in awe.

“How do you hit it so well?” Nomin asked. It was hard for her to feel anything but a sense of admiration and amazement for how easy Esenaij made it look.

“Shoot where you're looking,” Esenaij replied. He picked up another arrow and nocked it. “You can achieve this” -- he released his second arrow, and it hit the same target in nearly the same location -- “by keeping your focus trained.”

Lowering his bow, Esenaij looked back down at Nomin. “When I was younger -- your age, maybe -- my father taught me to wait until I saw the tip of the arrow in my non-dominant eye. Truthfully, I didn't know what he meant back then…though I started to take account of how to hit my targets based on distance. I could line up my arrow and then adjust higher or lower than how it looked head on.”

Esenaij then knelt beside Nomin, still taller than her by a good few ilms. He took up one of the last few arrows that was left at their feet and got himself relatively level with Nomin as he lined up his shot. He was only looking at the target and how the arrow aligned itself it seemed.

“... Hm…” Esenaij hummed in thought before relaxing the arrow and then putting both it and his bow down. “You may have to aim a bit higher than what it looks like when you look down the arrow…”

Esenaij leaned over and helped to adjust Nomin’s posture once more. “Get a feel for this, and see how shooting your bow fares you this way. In time, you’ll learn now to adjust as needed.”

Brow furrowing more with consideration, Nomin’s expression seemed caught between a thoughtful scowl and lingering frustration. A silent sigh left her, and she raised her bow once more as she attempted to renew her focus. Nocking another arrow, she took in a breath, holding it as she looked down the shaft at the target. Aiming only slightly upward as Esenaij suggested, Nomin exhaled, letting go and watching the arrow fly. It continued on until it finally made contact with the corner of the target again. To Nomin’s credit, however, the orange mark was closer to the target than she had previously managed!

Pointing, Nomin smiled up at Esenaij. Her expression was alight with triumph as her tail flicked skyward. “It's closer!”

There was only a brief nod of acknowledgement from Esenaij before he said, “Good. We'll retrieve the arrows, and we can practice more of this. The more you practice, the more this will all become second nature.”

Together, both Nomin and Esenaij collected as many of the arrows as they could find, their bright orange tips making them all the more easier to find. However, they both halted when they heard what sounded like a cloudkin. Though…this particular cloudkin sounded a little off from what either of them were used to.  It was unfamiliar enough for Esenaij to hold his arm out to signal to Nomin to stay put before he slowly ascended the hill with his bow and one of the training arrows.

Of course, Nomin was curious as ever. She tailed along after Esenaij toward the sound as well. She mirrored his steps, keeping herself quiet so as not to get scolded by him right away. When Nomin was high enough upon the hill to peek over the top, she saw a young boy -- younger than her by a couple summers, surely. His small hands were cupped around his mouth as he mimicked the calls of the seabirds circling overhead.  Not far from him stood a woman, her expression amused as she watched the boy’s antics. She pointed upward, guiding his attention to the birds swooping and diving through the ocean sky.

“Geneq…” Esenaij quietly said, a sigh of relief escaping him.

“Who are the Geneq?” Nomin whispered, her curiosity piqued at the idea of coming across those from a tribe she had not yet met. An expression of exasperation crossed Esenaij’s face when he realized Nomin managed to follow him.

Instead of answering Nomin’s inquiry, Esenaij got himself stood up. Placing his bow down, he then held a hand up as a gesture of being unarmed. Esenaij then called down to the woman and the boy below: “No alarm, please.”

Of course, the woman and the child turned to look up the hill where Esenaij stood. Their surprise softened when they saw he was not attempting to be threatening in the slightest. The woman even lifted a hand to wave toward Esenaij, a smile spreading over her lips in place of her former surprise.

“Glad am I that my son and I would run into those of the Sagahl instead of the likes of the Kharlu or Jhungid,” the woman said, her voice carrying a note of heartfelt relief for the meeting. “I trust the migration went well for the season?”

“Well enough,” Esenaij said, his initial response short. He then held a hand down for Nomin to help her onto her feet. “My younger sister and I were practicing archery, though it's perhaps a good thing we stopped. Training arrows or not, I’d hate for either of you to have been startled or harmed because of us.”

For a moment, Nomin was stunned. Hearing Esenaij call her his younger sister in that instance had been a first. Nomin could not help the smile that bloomed across her lips. She beamed up at Esenaij, forgetting that there were others there for the time being. Simply put, she was pleasantly taken aback.

“...ite alright.” Nomin was brought back to the setting as it went on as the Geneq woman's voice finally registered in her horns. Turning her attention toward her, Nomin noted how the woman looked slightly amused as she conversed with Esenaij. She then motioned toward the boy, beckoning him toward her. “My son and I were simply observing the cloud- and wavekin in the area since we're taking a small breather during our own migration. Teaching him about their own migration patterns and which ones to expect as spring turns to summer.”

“Did I do good mimicking them?” the boy asked, grinning up at his mother. He seemed pleased with himself at the very least. His mother giggled softly before reaching over to ruffle his hair.

“Well enough, my son… Perhaps we'll work on the mimicry when we return to the tribe,” the woman said. She then looked back up at Nomin and Esenaij, waving to them. “I shall leave you both to your training. Apologies if we disturbed you both.”

“You have naught to apologize for in that respect. We were only concerned for the unusual sounds we heard. Be safe on your journey back to your people,” Esenaij assured the woman. With these parting words, the woman and her son began their journey back to wherever their tribe must have been. Once the two were but shrinking specks in the distance, Esenaij turned his attention back toward Nomin. “We still have plenty of daylight. It's up to you if you wish to continue your lessons.”

Nomin looked thoughtful before looking up at the sky. It was a beautiful day with only a small handful of clouds hanging overhead. The thought of continuing on with their archery training was more than enticing, truly it was! However, Nomin considered the boy's enthusiasm for mimicking the local creatures. She found it interesting at least, and she wondered if Esenaij had any thought on it.

“Is there anything to learn in mimicking cloud- and wavekin?” Nomin finally asked.

Esenaij considered her question, his expression thoughtful, before he gave a small shrug. “That mother was likely teaching her boy how to hunt by imitating the calls of the local creatures.” He seemed to be piecing together the scene in his mind, trying to find a plausible explanation that might satisfy Nomin’s curiosity. “If we stayed in the same area, we’d probably ruin his chances of learning. You're a bit too loud -- your shouts and whooping would send the creatures fleeing, I’d wager.”

Nomin’s mouth dropped open, her eyes wide with disbelief. A flush of indignation crept up her cheeks as she furrowed her brow, her pride stung by his teasing..

“I am not!” Nomin protested, her voice rising in volume -- ironically proving Esenaij’s point. The loudness of her objection echoed briefly in the open air, and for a moment, Esenaij’s stern demeanor softened. The corners of his lips twitched upwards before he let out a rare, genuine laugh. It was a deep, hearty sound that was seldom heard from him.

Nomin’s eyes narrowed as she glared at him, stamping her foot into the ground. Her small fists balled at her sides, and her cheeks puffed out in a display of childish indignation. “Why are you laughing?” she demanded, her voice laced with frustration once again, this time at being the source of Esenaij’s amusement.

“... You simply have much to learn. Like that woman's boy,” Esenaij replied.

[whentranslatorscry]

Hitagi Honeymoon

013

I could ramble on about this, but it wouldn’t amount to anything more than a pathetic excuse at this point. But I swear to God, I swear to Hachikuji, it's not that I've forgotten— I’d even swear to Hanekawa if I must.

Just as Shinobu said, the incident was a primal encounter for me that transcended even the most horrifying of experiences. Spring break had influenced me more profoundly than any prenatal education could have. Not even the Weight Crab, no one could take away that memory from me— and really, who could blame me for not wanting to fight the league of vampire hunters ever again after living through that?

Now, here I am, six years later. I can’t deny that both my resolve and commitment to Shinobu have grown lax— I should have devoted my entire life to her but it seems, at some point, it had all become halfhearted.

Maybe it wasn't Shinobu's seal that had weakened.

Maybe it was my oath to her.

Ah, yes. It’s as clear as day: common sense, a rule, a prerequisite, the equality under the law. It’s the law of nature, the ecosystem, the food chain, the pyramid.

Vampires feed on humans, and humans are their prey.

They suck their blood, bite into their flesh, crush their bones, swallow their organs, chew on their brains— devouring their very souls.

They trample on existence.

Of course, there are various opinions on this, and not every vampire is a gourmet glutton like Deathstopia Virtuoso Suicide-Master. A European castle had taught me that vampires have individualities— but ultimately, humans are nothing more than food for them.

Just as we eat meat and vegetables, vampires eat people.

Like wild beasts; their very existence is enough to pose a significant threat and inspire fear. It's not for no reason that they take center stage in horror tales and their legends themselves are eccentric.

It’s only natural to be afraid of them, and there's no helping that.

But in the case of Shinobu, she went beyond the mere act of eating a human— Kiss-Shot Acerola-Orion Heart-Under-Blade did not just eat people.

She devoured them.

Right before my eyes.

Ravenously, greedily, voraciously.

She feasted, savoring the taste of the human flesh.

It was precisely because of this that I, on that spring break, broke away with “her” decisively and, despite being a servant myself, I raised my rebellion against my master and engaged in a fierce battle with the King of Aberrations on the grounds of Naoetsu High School.

I could not forgive her for eating humans.

I could not forgive her.

“……”

That's right.

For instance, even if we intellectually know that lions and tigers attack humans, once we've actually witnessed them doing so, we are unlikely to ever again see them as simple objects for observation at the zoo.

Similarly, if we were ever to be attacked by a wild dog, we would no longer be able to consider them as friends of mankind. There was a world of difference between dying at the hands of a wild boar in the mountains and in the maw of a bear.

Even though there may be legitimate reasons for culling bears that have attacked humans, such as the fact that they have developed a taste for human flesh, could it be that a deep and visceral repulsion forms the undercurrent for such actions?

Unforgivable, isn't it? Isn’t it more frightening than anything else?

Those predators.

The ecological pyramid in the food chain.

So, our desire for punishment should be exceptionally strong as a result.

“……”

At least, that was what my high school self had perceived. Six years later, now an adult, that perspective had undoubtedly experienced an update.

It had changed.

Back when I was seventeen, I felt utterly unforgiving and was overcome with anger, but now, at twenty-four, I must admit.

I had forgiven quite a bit, Shinobu, who ate a man in front of me.

Somewhere along the way, I'd forgiven her.

That anger, that feeling of, let’s call it hatred, that resentment, honestly, didn’t last… Since Spring Break, I've had many experiences, met many people, and learned of many strange phenomena.

Since becoming a cop, I’ve dealt with tragic and baffling cases, as well as cases that made me want to turn my eyes away in despair for humanity— and, the memory of a person being eaten in front of me could never fade. But it’s only fair to admit that back then, as a high school student, I was maybe too fastidious.

Conversely, now I am tainted.

I forgive people more easily than I used to. I realized that I myself was no saint. I've grown tired of remaining angry, and I've realized the futility of that anger. I've grown tired of constantly feeling sad, understanding that sadness won’t go away just by grieving. It could be that I've become kinder, but does that mean I’ve become kinder to myself, who continues to be wounded?

“Humph. Don't fall into despair so readily, my master. It’s hard to know how to console you when you’re like this. I would rather praise you. This is because you have managed to tame me, a monster, so skillfully over these six years. You have trained me, a beast, and now I see no reason to feed on humans. If I had to say, I prefer vegetables or donuts, Mister Donut in particular.”

“……”

“But, even so, it does not erase the past where I've fed on humans. In your professional terms, my criminal record is not expunged. I'm still in the midst of a suspended sentence. And it's not just that one who I ate before your eyes; there have been a considerable number of humans I've devoured over the past six hundred years— though not as many as Death.”

A monster.

Could she be welcomed into a family as a daughter?

“You can do it, no? It's what you've always done. I believe you will. There's no doubt about that— but what about the mistress? With how she innocently became excited over topics such as Turtle Soup and the marshmallow test, could it be that she doesn't even know that I eat humans?”

“S-She likely doesn't know. I haven't told her.”

Aside from the specialists, the only one who might know about this was Hanekawa for being involved in that spring break. Well, I haven't explicitly told her, but maybe Kanbaru might have had a hunch as well… She had some connections to specialists. What she hesitated to say at the gate where we met might have been just that.

Although you may have forgotten— I'll say it again, I haven't. It's just that a lid was placed on my consciousness. I had become accustomed to not thinking about it. To glossing over it.

When I started dating Hitagi, I promised not to keep secrets about aberrations. But, there were still things I could and couldn't discuss— convenient lines drawn, even for me. Wasn't the reason I couldn't tell anyone that I was protecting the man-eating Shinobu because it weighed on my conscience?

“Nevertheless, she is your spouse. She has experienced many tragedies, and her spirit is firmly settled. Perhaps she has the capacity to accept a weakened, powerless me. If you say so.”

“……”

“Well then, even so, it's no more than a personal matter between you and her. Right now, the idea might seem unthinkable, but someday the two of you may be blessed with a child. How then will you explain this to the child? That their ‘big sister’ is a cannibal?”

One might wonder if this was some sort of drama about a criminal family. As a police officer, it's an issue I couldn’t ignore. As if the decision wasn't already difficult enough, there were cases where choice was nonexistent— children cannot choose their parents or their siblings.

Furthermore, as a parent or prospective parent, there is no avoiding the dangers that come with it. That is to say, the possibility that your own child could become prey for a vampire. If it were someone else's problem, I would certainly offer fair warning.

Because I trust Shinobu as she trusts me, I foolishly believed that a tragedy like that could never happen. It's just that… welcoming a monster into my family was not an easy task.

I carry this sin with me.

Without any surprises or casual skirting around the subject, if I were to formally bring it up, Hitagi might indict me for that sin. But if I may use a clichéd phrase—

Our unborn child would be innocent of all blame.

“See? 'Tis impossible for you to adopt me as a daughter, to become family. Whether you try to tame me, neuter me, domesticate me, or enslave me, a beast will always be a beast. You've done well to even treat me as a pet, when that alone would be inherently dangerous.”

“…Shinobu.”

“Correct, I am Shinobu. Oshino Shinobu. Do not involve her— the mistress, or your future child.”

Kaka.

She laughed, like a mischievous spirit.¹

“I shall lurk within your shadow and watch over you. I have no intention of joining your household, nor do I wish to become a part of your family. Being a slave is sufficient for me. Quietly watching over your growth from the shadows is an enjoyable way to pass the time— along with, perhaps, witnessing the development of your children with the mistress.”

In the face of my own thoughtlessness, and, indeed, my shamefulness, I could do little but fall silent. It wasn't a silence of acceptance, however. I tried to squeeze out even a single word, but even such muttered pleas found themselves locked away, as if sealed by the heavens.

“Ah?”

Suddenly, a large raindrop struck the nape of my neck, right at the site of a vampire's bite. With a force that felt as if I’d been struck.

“A raindrop— Rain?”

From there, everything happened in the blink of an eye.

From the completely overcast night sky of the Nasu Highlands, torrential rain fell like a barrage— a poet might have remarked that just as our hearts weep, so does the sky. Unprepared and without an umbrella, my only choice was to drag myself away from the Killing Stone.

Oh, what misfortune it is to be getting drenched in rain at a place like this— or, actually, it might have been a convenient rain for me, at least a part of me thought of it that way. After all, it created the perfect excuse to not continue this unbearable and terrifying “ghost story” any further— however, it was a rain so strong it could ruin the entire trip.

“A moment ago, there was a small shelter with a roof just over there. For now, let us weather the storm there, master,” said the soaked Shinobu, before quickly retreating into my shadow— a shelter?

Had there been one?

Maybe it was only invisible to me.

Even if it weren't night, even if it weren't a downpour, I couldn't have seen anything.

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This sentence is a pun with these words for girl: 養女、幼女、妖女, which are all read the same way. It’s hard to carry this over.

[victorywithremy]

Prompt 013

It had been interesting to watch the rest of his fellow demi-gods find and gain those animals companions, watching those connections grow and the joy it had bought to the camp. Remy himself had been a little more reserved about reaching out to do the ritual- he still had a complicated relationship with his own mother and the gods above for his entire childhood. Hell, part of him was sure he might not ever get over that- even if he was the sole heir to his mothers legacy forever.

Still there was only so long that Remy could avoid denying his own curiosity what might appear to him if he did such a ritual. Remy found himself standing at the training ground just before dawn- the bright sun already starting to spill over the horizon, hitting Remy's golden wings as he drew that ritual circle at the dead centre of the fighting grounds. It had been a choice to do it here- the site of so many fights between him and the others. The site of so many victories and so many failures. The place he'd confessed his love for the people he'd started to consider his found family. The place he came when he needed to get his thoughts out of his own mind- well, other than the bathhouse and the idea of doing something like this next to the place he'd fucked in felt...well, more than a little awkward. A hand reached back to find one of those golden wings and flexed it- turning it from a usual feather to that sharper knife before he plucked it from his back. Remy shoved the golden knife into the centre of the circle as he moved to his knees fitting as much as he could in the circle, his wings flexing out slightly as he started to speak. The words dancing around the empty fighting ring.

"Divine Song within my veins, Hear my call beyond the planes. I pronounce my intentions to thee, Appear for me now and equals we shall be. Not master and servant, nor collar or chain. But partner to partner, equals in name. I call you forth, and bind together, An eternal bond that lasts forever. "

He wasn't even sure what he should have been focusing on- instead he just tried to clear his mind and focus on something that made him happy. He saw Atticus's small pleasing smile when something mentally clicked about puzzle he was trying to work out from a book. He saw Ollie whispering to one of his plants, the subtle encouragement for a rose to bloom- the way that such a simple thing as that could make the man exude happiness for the entire day. Stolen moments with Romeo as he rested against him at the breakfast counter or the way Rio would spend twenty minutes trying to debate which movie of Netflix to put on. Easy kisses with all of them. A thousand moments that had made him feel more alive in the last few weeks than he had the time before he'd come to the camp. Before he found out who he was.

So he focused on that instead- just the feeling of that happiness. The warmth and the smile it caused on his face. So that was the feeling he tried to force into this ritual. Pure, distilled happiness. That's what he wanted out it. It's what he needed.

His hand curled around the knife as he tried to use that as a focus, to channel that feeling into that cool, golden sharp as hell knife. He was hoping he could sense something that meant that ritual worked but for the moment...there was nothing.

Not yet, anyway.

[rayyxota]

Fala rapaziada, suave???

Entrei hoje e não faço a mínima de como se mexe nisso.

Existe um jeito melhor que começar do que falando um pouco sobre mim? Vocês lembram da época que o "50 fatos sobre mim" ficou famoso?😁

Então, aqui vai!

50 fatos sobre a Adm😏

o que você odeia em você = acho que o fato do meu corpo não está nos padrões

Peso= 80 kg?

Se você pudesse visitar qualquer lugar no mundo onde você iria e por quê? = Não tenho um local em que eu realmente queira ir, eu quero conhecer todos os lugares do muuundoooo.

A última coisa que te fez chorar = jogo do mengão 😭

Eu não vou morrer sem… ver o mengão jogar no Maracanã ( eu sou de Fortaleza, ir pro Maracanã é um luxo)

Quanto tempo você leva para ficar pronto pra sair? = Depende do local haha. As vezes eu demoro horas.

Se você pudesse voltar no tempo, o que você mudaria? = Teria pintado meu cabelo na primeira oportunidade.

Último lugar que você estava = na cama ( são 22:10 e eu me encontro na sala assistindo jogo do mengão)

Comida favorita = baião com ovo😋

Comida que você não come de jeito nenhum = FÍGADO, ECA🤮🤮

Música do momento = BOTA NA PIPOKINHA 😇

Vivo perdendo = Meu óculos 😭

Uma frase= viva a vida enquanto estiver vivo por que depois de morto não tem mais como viver.

Último show que você foi= eu nunca fui em um show😭😭😭😭

Última mensagem no Whatsapp = meu boyzinho dizendo que me ama💓

Última vez que se estressou = jogo do flamengo.

Tira uma selfie e mostra pra câmera = sou tímida😇

Uma música com a palavra AMOR = Amor I Love You - Marisa Monte

O que é feio, mas você acha bonito = Casal grudento ( eu sou um casal grudento)

Mostre a última foto do seu Instagram = foi uma linda selfie 😣 a https://www.instagram.com/p/Co0nOfbLahc/?igshid=NmE0MzVhZDY=

Uma frase que sua mãe sempre fala = ""Quando eu morrer, vocês vão me dar valor😭""

Eu estou= assistindo o mengão jogar ( e passando raiva, obviamente)

Eu sou = sem graça KKKK

Eu quero = casar, ter 6 filhos, 4 cachorros, 2 gatos , 3 papagaios.

Ser amigo é= Aturar a pessoa.

Quando você morrer = vou voltar pra assombrar todo mundo😏

Um livro = o bicho-da-seda

Uma meta a cumprir de qualquer jeito esse ano = me concentrar mais nós estudos.

Um filme = o natal de Denis o pimentinha ( MUITO BOM)

Queria ser uma formiga pra= picar o pé de todo mundo😏

Calça ou vestido = vestido

O que te faz feliz na TPM = 🍫

Seja feliz ou = seja feliz, não tenho outra opção

Queria ser = Rica🗣️

Queria ter = Money

Se eu fosse homem = ia deixar minha barba bem bonitinha

Uma pessoa que você quer conhecer pessoalmente = TODOS os jogadores do flamengo

Cerveja é = não sei, nunca provei

Na noite passada eu = dormi mais cedo do que o costume.

Poderia ficar horas = desenhando 😋

Uma careta = essa "😋"

Seu lema = Quando deus abre uma porta, ele fecha uma janela 😉

Morro de medo de = morrer e perder a vida

Seu maior defeito que é uma grande qualidade = todo mundo diz que eu sou narcisista, o que é mentira , pois narcismo é um defeito e eu não tenho defeitos nenhum😋.

Sua maior qualidade que é um defeito= Sinceridade

Um jogador que você admira e 3 qualidades dele = Giorgian Daniel de Arrascaeta . Eu admiro demais esse uruguaio por que ele é extremamente perfeito. Primeiro, ele ama o Flamengo, segundo ele é tímido ( que nem eu😊) e terceiro ele é meu fã 😏

Que horas são? = 22:42😏

Daria tudo para = conhecer o elenco do flamengo 🗣️

5 palavras com a letra V = Vida , Vitória, Vitorioso, Viagra ( NAO ME JULGUEM ) e Violão.

Uma frase motivacional = Não deixe os outros falarem que você não consegue, diga você mesmo. Eu não consigo !!!!

FIIIIIM!!!!!

Espero que gostem😏♥️

Uma linda música pra vocês ficarem inspirados

[atlasarcana]

Under the Read More is the statblock for the monster found in destructive interference. 

MAJOR FIC SPOILERS, because It’s 100% consistent with how it worked in the fic. If you want to use it in your own game, feel free!

The Aeorian mindkiller was modeled between the hunters and the baby-abomination (Subject 0-002).

Yes, the name is a Dune reference. The litany of fear was on my mind for a while in February, when I started writing this thing, because I was riding off the high of Dune (2021) dir. Denis Villeneuve with Timothee Chalamet, lmao.

The name for the ability Condemn to Darkness comes from Cassandra by Florence + The Machine, which I listened to on loop while writing Chapter 9.

(”Everything I thought I knew / has fallen out of view / in this darkness I’m condemned to.”)

...

Aeorian mindkiller (Subject 0-013)

Medium monstrosity, neutral evil

The mindkiller is a monstrosity engineered by ancient archmages and inspired by elder evil aberrations, and is found only in the ruins of Aeor. It stalks its prey before attacking and instills terror to draw out its meal. The mindkiller targets prey that carry significant fears and regrets due to their mind’s weakened defenses.

Strategically, this creature uses the Fangs and Condemn to Darkness abilities over the first few days to compound the target’s fear, maximizing the meal it will get from consuming it with the Consume ability. 

It is a glass cannon. It does not attempt to stick around for boss fights: instead, it picks off weak prey and quickly vanishes, dealing more in psychological warfare than in raw brutality.

The mindkiller avoids the Aeorian hunters, but can sap fear with Fangs from them if its palate has been whetted by the taste of a humanoid’s suffering.

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Armor Class 19 

Speed 40 ft

Darkvision 120 ft, Passive 16

HP: 250

STR 11 (+0), DEX 17 (+3), CON 10 (+0), INT 20 (+5), WIS 14 (+2), CHA 10 (+0)

Saving throws: INT +7, DEX +6, WIS +3

Resistant to fire, cold, lightning, and nonmagical weapon damage

Immune to radiant and necrotic damage

Immune to charmed, stunned, and frightened

Understands Common, Draconic, and Abyssal

Speaks with Telepathy

Spellcasting DC 22

Can (3/day) cast Misty Step, Shield, Mind Sliver, Counterspell, Hold Person, Modify Memory

Can (1/day) cast Dimension Door, Darkness, Mirage Arcane

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Fear-Sense. The mindkiller is able to sense the most fearful creature within a one mile radius and knows the location of that creature at all times as long as the creature is within the radius and on the same plane.

Fangs.  A target creature within 60 feet must make a Wisdom saving throw DC 22. On a failed save, psychic fangs sink into the target’s heart like an invisible brand. Every time the target takes damage, the target’s hit point maximum is reduced by an amount equal to the damage taken until the target reaches 0 Hit Points, is no longer the target of Fangs, is consumed by the mindkiller per the Consume ability, or until 3d12 days have passed since the target’s last encounter with the mindkiller, at which point the effect ends.

For every hit point the target takes in damage, the mindkiller ‘feeds’ and heals that same number. This effect also establishes the Condemn to Darkness connection. The mindkiller can have no more than 3 target creatures under the Fangs effect at a time and can remove the effect at will.

Condemn to Darkness. The mindkiller can read and scan the thoughts and memories of a creature that is marked by the Fangs effect. It can communicate telepathically to that creature at any distance even when the creature is in another plane. The mindkiller can tap into the target’s memories and impart illusory hallucinations and other symptoms (DM’s discretion) to raise the target’s torment and paranoia for as long as the Fangs effect brands the target.

Consume. A target creature marked by the Fangs ability within 30 feet must make a Wisdom saving throw DC 22. On a failed save, the creature is trapped in an illusory disruption depicting their greatest fears, significant traumatic memories, and/or hostile intrusive thoughts (DM’s discretion) visible to only that creature. If multiple creatures are within 30 feet of the targeted creature, they are also drawn into the disruption and able to witness its illusions for the target. All creatures within the disruption are blinded and deafened to the outside world and incapacitated for the duration. 

The disruption lasts for 10 rounds, though creatures inside may experience time differently. If the target is still within the disruption when it ends, it dies instantly, and the mindkiller is sated for (1d100 x 12) days. The mindkiller cannot die of starvation. Any other creatures within the disruption are released and unaffected, as the mindkiller can only dive into memories and manipulate fears for one creature at a time.

Leaving the illusory disruption requires problem-solving from the creatures within the disruption at the DM’s discretion. The disruption ends if the mindkiller takes damage, if the target creature outsmarts the mindkiller, if the target creature no longer fears, or if dispelled by a creature outside of the disruption at a DC of 22. Dispel Magic using the Wish spell ends the effect instantly.

Any creature released early from the disruption takes take 1d10 psychic damage for every round spent in the disruption at a maximum of 9 rounds. The mindkiller is not sated, and may still be encountered upon the target’s release. The mindkiller may feed multiple times on the same target until it succeeds at fully consuming the target, but may only use the Consume ability once per dawn.

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Actions.

Claws. Melee weapon attack: +7 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 9 (1d8 + 5) slashing damage. (Against celestials or fiends, it deals an additional 1d10 (5) per strike).

Mind-Scorching Blast. (Recharge 5-6). The mindkiller magically emits psychic energy in a 30-foot cone. Each creature in that area must succeed on a DC 22 Constitution saving throw or take 55 (10d10) psychic damage and be stunned until the end of its turn. On a successful save, it takes half as much damage and is not stunned.  (Against celestials or fiends, it deals an additional 2d10 (10) per blast).

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Notes:

The Mind-Scorching Blast ability is named after and nearly identical to Lucien’s. This was a little bit of a red herring, because I knew that there was going to be some speculation on the Somnovem being involved; however, Beauregard acknowledges that psychic damage has a strong connection to the Astral Sea, which is where a lot of aberrations come from. The Somnovem and the original aberration from Miskath that inspired the Aeorian mindkiller (as referenced in the epilogue) both come from corruptions of the Astral Sea, and so I decided they probably share the same style of psychic attack.

[rintarhue]

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Rintaro knows he isn’t human.

That information was pretty much implanted in his brain. ‘You are just a robot—created to help make our customers feel as if they are not alone.’ Was said by Kuroo, the head robotic engineer, the first day after Rintaro was confirmed to be a working robot. ‘You are programmed to love them; and when caught with any sign of malfunctioning in your system, your data will be immediately deleted.’

“Are you okay?” He asks your crying form, as you watch him through bleary eyes. 

You shut your eyes, biting your bottom lip harshly. Before you could wipe the tear that threatened to fall, Rintaro plants his hand on your cheek, wiping it for you. He then urges you to look into his worried gaze, as he wraps you in his warm embrace. 

“Takahiro told me he liked me.” You cry into his chest, your snot covers his sweater, but he couldn’t care less. He pats your back, soothingly. “All my life, all I ever wanted was to hear those words come out from someone—from anyone’s mouth.”

You’re quiet for a few minutes until you open your mouth to speak again. 

“I would throw myself to so many people; falling for them so fast and then confessing right after—only to have my heart broken right after,” Rintaro listens to every word you say. Pain coated your voice, as it wavers slightly in the end. He feels a slight tinge in his artificial heart. “My friends would say I was just being shameless, I was just being shallow…”

Breaking apart from his hold, you hiccup the next few words. 

“—But all I ever wanted was to be loved, you know?”

Your cries get even louder; though this time, it sounds even more sincere. The pent up disappointment and frustration through the years finally exploded; you were never really that vulnerable towards other people, not wanting to burden them even more with your pain. You often kept the facade of being eccentric and loud to compensate for it.

“When my parents divorced, I felt as if I was left alone in this world.” You reveal to him, as he sees your tears pour like a never-ending storm. “The two of them started their new lives, creating a separate family that wasn't the three of us. I chased so many people because I just wanted to be loved. I just wanted to feel as if I was part of something; something worth fighting for—that I’m worthy of being loved.”

Your friends were aware that you came from a broken family, but you never really talked about it—keeping the pain buried in your heart. Your friends knew how you celebrated events twice in a year; how you had to plan your schedules meticulously just to meet your parents. 

It was a constant tug of war; one was a loss, while the other was in victory for a short period. Though, in this game, there was no winner. You lost every time. (It makes sense, because you lost your completeness as a family, anyway.)

You look at Rintaro; vulnerable. “If you weren’t a robot, would you love me?”

He stays quiet for a while.

“I’d love you either way,” his answer makes your eyes widen in response. “Because you’re you, Y/N.”

You feel your heartbeat faster than usual, you shake your head as you deny it.

“You were programmed to say that, weren’t you?” You laugh, though it’s not sincere like your usual laugh. He frowns at that finding. “I mean, what did I expect? You’re programmed to care for me, so you inevitably said that.”

Rintaro feels a weird static in his chest when he says the following words, “I wasn’t programmed to say that.”

“Yes, you were.” You sigh, wiping your tears. You offer him a small smile, “It isn’t your fault though.”

He cups your cheeks once more, eyes staring deeply into yours. This time, his eyes hold something deeper into them—

“I’ll make sure you won’t feel alone anymore because I’m here. And I will spend the days I have to love you.” Rintaro breathes, his words holding no lies. “And I can assure you that I’m not programmed to say this—may it be a glitch in the system, but I don’t care.”

Rintaro knows he isn’t human, but he feels like one whenever he’s with you. The way his heart suddenly feels like bursting from the cage of his body, the way he instantly smiles at the very thought of you, or the way you’re the only one coursing through his brain. He has never felt this way from any of his past customers, and it excites and scares him both at the same time. 

This is what you do for love, right?

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[zodiacmac]

diamond in the rough | a tomgreg spotify mix.

a mix about longing for the wrong person and wanting to be more important to that person than you should ever be allowed to be. 

link within the title. tracklist and lyric selections below. 

001. hot & heavy | lucy dacus.

how could i deny a diamond in the rough? you let me in your world until you had enough. you knew that i wanted you to bend the rules. how did i believe i had a hold on you? you were always stronger than people suspected - underestimated and overprotected. 

002. solider heart | mara connor.

because in this life, i can see the years wearing in your eyes, like a tired tree that wilts under the moon. and you’re a sorry someone who takes a lover in your stride, bends and breaks them to suit your mood til you’re no longer satisfied. but i don’t need to fall apart - i’m the owner of a soldier heart. 

003. sick of spiraling | bachelor, jay som, palehound.

i thought, “if i can’t have my own back, how the fuck can i have your’s?” you are a braving light in a world so dark, and i’m sick of spiraling, and i need your touch to stop. 

004. romantic | mannequin pussy.

i get along with everyone i meet - i’m so sweet. you’re in a bad mood. every time you wake up with the bees. stop taking this shit out on me. 

005. and more | tanukichan.

you can call me if you want to, but there’s a price to pay. you can read into my silence better than the words i say. 

006. why do i always feel this way | pale honey. 

through the heaviest storms, i know i can carry the weight of your world if only you’d let me. was it all for her? then what about me? i will never learn - i can never compete. 

007. ben franklin | snail mail. 

live on, but nothing feels true. sometimes i hate her just for not being you. 

008. young enough | charly bliss.

i can’t protect you now if i couldn’t save you then. you were still just a kid - you’re a beautiful boy. 

009. 2 cool 2 care | anna burch.

from what i can see, reciprocity is boring, but i’m tired of unrequited love stories. you scare me with your indifference - i like you best when you’re a mess. 

010. conditions | squirrel flower. 

keep you guessing, i swear i won’t tell you. make you want me and then i’ll desert you. but it’s alright because you said you don’t need me. it’s alright because i kept it steady. don’t look at me like that, like you’ll kill me. i can outrun you and i’ll do it gracefully. 

011. soft stud | black belt eagle squad.

wondering if you want me. i know you’re taken. need you, want you. i know you’re taken. 

012. forever | pom pom squad.

it’s not my fault you think about me every time that you’re with her. why do you push me away when i know you wanna touch me? you’re only kidding yourself when you say that you don’t love me. 

013. power | katie von schleicher. 

i’m afraid she’s the other one you made. she has tremendous power. i want it - can i have it? do i have it yet?

014. red shoulder | squirrel flower. 

take. hit harder. feeling more. i don’t know what it is or isn’t anymore. you’re one for healing, but i’m still reeling from your last call.  

015. all this love | destroy boys. 

i want it so bad - all those things i used to have, but it was never quite right. all this love i have to give - no one wants to take it. i’m doing too much. 

016. laying on my floor | adult mom. 

and my dad says, “why do you always fight for love that always bites?” he only loved me when i looked away - my neck hurts from keeping it that way. 

017. point of no return | lola kirke.

you always know just what to feed me - just enough to keep me wanting more, more, more. i spend my time planting seeds of love for you to walk on. that’s why they don’t grow, grow, grow. 

018. i know it’s wrong | hurray for the riff raff. 

well, i take you out like i did before. i send you right to the nearest liquor store, and i tell you one thing [that] always made some sense: it’s never wrong to hop a fence. well, i know it’s wrong, but it feels right if i love you, babe, for all my life.  

019. trouble was for | thao. 

everybody needs sugar from your mouth - but i’ll take none for me. i was late - you’ve run out. come back, come back, because i got smart in the time it took to get this far. a fight so old, this body complains. i come back because the punches always hit the same. 

020. i bet you think about me | taylor swift.

now you’re out in the world, searching for your soul, scared not to be hip, scared to get old, chasing make-believe status. last time you felt free was when none of that shit mattered because you were with me.

021. honey | drugdealer and weyes blood. 

i know that you want to be seen and to be heard. oh, to be loved - it’s not a crime. money is the root of the game - what you stand to gain, but everybody’s gonna lose their heads. 

022. fourth of july | cold war kids. 

why’d you think i’m special if i’m only selfish? i’ll never forget what you gave up for me. what makes me so special? you think that i’m selfish. i’ll never forget what you gave up for me.

023. the adults are talking | the strokes.

don’t go there because you’ll never return. i know you think of me when you think of her, but then it don’t make sense when you’re trying hard to do the right thing (but without recompense). and then you did something wrong and you said it was great - and now you don’t know how you could ever complain.

024. diplomat’s son | vampire weekend.

it’s not right, but it’s now or never, and if i wait, could i ever forgive myself? if i ever had a chance, it’s now, then, but i never had the feeling i could offer that to you. to offer it to you would be cruel when all i want to do is use you.

[cardest]

Italy & Rome playlist

Pizza. Fiat. Centurions. Fulci. Argento. Morricone. It’s all here in this Roma - Italia playlist. If you love ancient Roman history and horror film soundtracks, this is the playlist for you! Hit play right here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC18JtHohAYmD7g1FGA8S-D2B

Nero would enjoy this playlist! But, if there is a song or band I forgot or even a horror film soundtrack, or Italian prog record I mighta missed, let me know! This is one of my favorite playlists. Grazie!

ITALIA & ROMA

001 Goblin - La caccia 002 High On Fire -  Romulus And Remus 003 Braens Machine - Flying 004 Piero Umiliani - Produzione 005 Fantomas - Page 1 [6 Frames] 006 Lucio Fulci's Zombie Theme(1979) 007 Tullio De Piscopo drum pattern - Samba Carnival 008 Quella Vecchia Locanda - Il Tempo Della Gioia 009 Sandro Brugnolini - Amofen 010 Ufomammut - Mars 011 Gerardo Iacoucci - Tradimento 012 Procol Harum - Conquistador   013 LA TERZA MADRE  - Main Theme by Claudio Simonetti 014 Fantomas -  The Godfather 015 Toto Cutugno - L'Italiano 016 CHILDREN OF TECHNOLOGY - Fear the mohawk reaper 017 Ennio Morricone -  Non Rimane Piu Nessuno 018 Mina - Non credere 019 Bölzer - Roman Acupuncture 020 Jerry Goldsmith The Omen OST - Ave Satani 021 Lou Monte - roman guitar 022 Tony Di Marti - L'Uccellino Della Comare   023 Paul Chain Violet Theatre - 17 day 024 Satyricon -  The Ghost of Rome 025 Ghost - Con Clavi Con Dio 026 Charles Aznavour - Com'a Triste Venezia 027 Jula de Palma - Tua (1959) versione originale 028 Dean Martin - That's Amore   029 FORGOTTEN TOMB - We Owe You Nothing 030 Mike Patton - Ti Offro Da Bere 031 Death SS - Heavy Demons 032 The Lord Weird Slough Feg - Sword of Machiavelli 033 Afterhours - Milano Circonvallazione Esterna 034 Fantomas -  Page 17 [14 Frames] 035 Gluttony -  The Rise Of Pompey 036 Sherpa - Kim (((o))) Tigris & Euphrates 037 Umberto Tozzi Gloria - Italian Version 038 Franco Bracardi & Giorgio Bracardi -  Lo Strangolatore Di Boston 039 Black Hole - Bells of Death 040 Tarantella Pugliese - La Rondinella 041 Pino Villa- A Mucca Pazza 042 Opera IX - Bela Lugosi's Dead 043 MARIO MOLINO - TRAFFICO CAOTICO 044 Lucio Battisti - La Collina Dei Ciliegi 045 Tenebre (Main Title) by Goblin 046 SYK - FONG 047 FUOCO FATUO - Sulphureous Hazes 048 Primordial -  As Rome Burns 049 Abysmal Grief - Crypt of Horror 050 Mike Patton/Mondo Cane - re D'Amore 051 The Man from U. N. C. L. E. Soundtrack - Jimmy Renda Se 052 Stelvio Cipriani - Papaya 053 Fantomas - Page 28 [20 Frames] 054 Carlo Maria Cordio - Rosso Sangue (Absurd) 055 Emma De Angelis - Trip 056 BRUNO NICOLAI-Red Cats (1975) 057 Duncan Dhu - La barra de este hotel 058 FROZEN CROWN - Neverending 059 Pavor na Cidade dos Zumbis (City of the Living Dead, 1980) Theme 060 Jarboe & Father Murphy - The Ferryman 061 Mudhoney - When In Rome 062 Fantomas - Page 21 [11 Frames] 063  Ancient Roman Music - Synaulia I 064 Behemoth - Rome 64 C.E. / Slaying the Prophets ov Isa 065 Clutch - Nero's Fiddle 066 Gluttony -  The Rise Of Sulla 067 Goblin - L'alba dei morti viventi 068 Elvis Presley - Heart Of Rome 069 Bulldozer - Insurrection Of The Living Damned 070 Peggy Lee - When In Rome (I Do as the Romans Do) 071 Osanna - Variazione I (To Plinius) 072 GIULIANO SORGINI - Ultima Caccia 073 Ennio Morricone - Metti una sera a cena 074 Sepultura -  The Vatican 075 Rome Soundtrack 02 The Forum 076 Fantomas -  Page 4 [11 Frames] 077 Gladiator - Theme Song 078 Avantasia - The Glory of Rome 079 Caligula (1979)-Opening Credits 080 Umberto -  Temple Room 081 SODOM - Caligula 082 Lacuna Coil -  Survive 083 Gigliola Cinquetti - Non ho leta 084 Lucio Battisti - Emozioni 085 Goblin -  Markos 086 MIke Patton -  Urlo Negro 087 Sandro Brugnolini -  Megattera 088 Fantomas -  Page 25 [34 Frames] 089 The Italian Job Soundtrack- Opening Titles 090 Fabio Frizzi - Un Gatto Nel Cervello 091 Heidevolk - Het verbond met Rome 092 Messiah - Nero 093 Julio Iglesias - Todo el amor que te hace falta 094 Calabria - Luna Calabrisi 095 Various Artists -  Iena Sequence 096 Fantomas -  Page 5 [7 Frames] 097 Perry Como Mandolins In The Moonlight 098 The Beyond Soundtrack - main theme 099 Mercyful Fate - Gypsy 100 Goblin -  Suspiria 101 Ufomammut - Empireum 102 Diaframma - Neogrigio 103 Umberto -  The Psychic 104 NecroDeath - Master Of Morphine 105 The Dirtiest - Cento shot 106 Fantomas -  Page 29 [39 Frames] 107 La Morte Viene Dallo Spazio - Ashes 108 Achille Togliani Fontana Di Trevi 109 MV & EE - Much obliged 110 Isis Synaulia - Musica dell'antica Roma 111 Sandro Brugnolini - Marsuino 112 Giobia - far behind 113 Darvaza - silver chalice   114 Fantomas -  Investigation Of A Citizen Above suspicion 115 Rome Soundtrack - Main Title Theme 116 Nebulae - Carbon 117 Beat Fuga - Shake 118 Gruppo folk naxos - Tarantella siciliana 119 Russian Circles - Milano 120 Kalidia - Circe's spell 121 Harlan Williams, Beneath the Iron Heel of Pagan Rome 122 Exhorder - Slaughter in the Vatican 123 Vatican - the 5th of metal 124 Extrema - Deep Infection 125 Rod Stewart - Italian Girls 126 Louis Prima - Buona Sera 127 Mike Patton/Mondo Cane - Che Notte! 128 Sinoath -  Saturnalia 129 Piero Piccioni - L'Italia Vista dal Cielo (Lombardia) 130 PIERO UMILIANI - Topless Party 131 Dean Martin - Arrivederci Roma 132 Fantomas -  Page 30 [2 Frames] 133 Sadist - Nadir 134 Hour of Penance - Rise and Oppress 135  Virgin Steele - The Burning of Rome (Cry for Pompeii) 136 FROZEN CROWN - Battles In The Night 137 The Monolith Deathcult - Demigod 138 PIG DESTROYER -  Machiavellian 139 Raw Power  - State oppresion 140 La luna ammenzu o mari - Folk Sicilia 141 Angels and Demons Soundtrack - Main Theme (Hans Zimmer) 142 Lou Monte - Bella notte 143 Fantomas - Page 7 [6 Frames] 144 Danger Mouse and Daniele Luppi - Theme of ''Rome'' 145 INFERNO OST Dario Argento - MAIN THEME 146 Hombres G - Venezia 147 Rome Soundtracks - The Battle has began (Caesar's Theme) 148 NORA ORLANDI- Ossessione 149 Stelvio Cipriani - Orgasmo Nero 150 Goblin -  Profondo Rosso - Mad Puppet 151 Duatha - Maximinus Thrax 152 Sodom - City of God 153 Caronte - Invocation to Paimon 154 Demoni (Demons) Soundtrack by Claudio Simonetti  - Killing 155 PSYCHEDELIC WITCHCRAFT - Rising On The Edge 156 James Reyne - Fall Of Rome 157 Fantomas -  Vendetta 158  Rome Soundtrack - 16Th Death of Pompey 159 Alessandro Alessandroni & Sorgini Giuliano - Overcraft 160 The Man from U. N. C. L. E. OST - Che Vuole Questa Musica Stasera (Profumo Di Donna) 161 Clutch - Circus Maximus 162 Candlemass - Demons Gate 163 ROME - Uropia O Morte 164 Siouxsie And The Banshees - Cities In Dust (Extended 12 Version) 165 Tony Mottola - You And Only You 166 Musica dell'Antica Roma - Pavor 167 Fantomas - Page 6 [26 Frames] 168 Aborym -  II 169 Scorpions - The Sails Of Charon 170 Blind Guardian -  Lionheart 171 Septicflesh -  Dante's Inferno 172 MESSA - Leah 173 Mike Patton -  Senza Fine 174 Gary Numan - My Centurion 175 Frank Black and the Catholics - Back to Rome 176 Tonino Cavallo - Tarantella Siciliana 177 THE MELVINS - The Bloated Pope 178 Gluttony -  Lucullus In The East 179 Toto - Spanish Steps Of Rome 180 Fantomas -  Page 8 [9 Frames] 181 Mark Lanegan Band - Playing Nero 182 METRALLETA STEIN OST - Telemark 183 Luciano Pavarotti - Sole Mio 184 Jorja Chalmers - red light 185 Blood Ceremony -  Faunus 186 EKPYROSIS - Profound Death 187 Corleone  - Tutto diventerà rosso (feat. Mike Patton) 188 Primus -  The Storm 189 Museo Rosenbach - Superuomo 190 IVANO FOSSATI - MILANO 191 Lucio Dalla - Milano 192 Fantomas -  Page 9 [11 Frames] 193 Alessandro Allesendroni - Remember 194 Le Orme - Felona & Sorona - Return To Naught 195 Rome - The Spanish Drummer 196 Epitaph  -  Beyond the Mirror 197 Ephel Duath - The Passage 198 Three of You - New Life 199 Walter Rizzati I remember (Quella villa accanto al cimitero) 200 Lacuna Coil -  Heaven's A Lie 201 Judas Priest - Nostradamus 202 Triumvirat - Vesuvius 79 A.D. 203 Amedeo Tommasi - Exploration 204 Nero Kane † Lord Won't Come 205 FULCI - Eye Full Of Maggots 206 ULVER - Nemoralia 207 Voltumna  - Roma Delenda Est 208 Adorable - Sistine Chapel Ceiling 209 I Gres - Restless 210 Rita Pavone - Il Geghegè 211 Jahbulong - Under the influence of the fool 212 Theatres des Vampires -  Sangue 213 Antonio - High Voltage! 214 Fantomas -  Page 23 [17 Frames] 215 Sadist - Enslaver of Lies 216 Bunker 66 - (She's Got) Demon Eyes 217 GIULIANO SORGINI - Mad town 218 Zu -  Ostia 219 Moonraker - Miss Goodhead Meets Bond in Venice 220 Franco Micalizzi - I Due Volti Della Paura 221 John Zorn Naked City - The Sicilian Clan 222 Piero Umiliani - Nel Villaggio 223 Mike Patton/Mondo Cane - Cielo In Una Stanza 224 UFOMAMMUT - Warsheep 225 Fleshgod Apocalypse -  Elegy 226 SLASHER DAVE - Fulzzi 227 Panna Fredda - La Paura 228 Meads Of Asphodel - God Is Rome 229 Nora Orlandi - I Robot Original Version (Il dolce corpo di Deborah) 230 Caronte - Exctasy of Hecate 231 White Skull - Will of the Strong 232 Wotan - Thermopiles 233 Chromatics - Faded Now 234 Fantomas -  Page 2 [7 Frames] 235 Schizo - the main frame collapse 236 Ghost B.C. -  Per Aspera Ad Inferi 237 Dream Theater - The Count Of Tuscany 238 Satyricon -  Commando 239 Psico Galera - La Prima Volta 240 Scolopendra - Priest's blood soup 241 Theatres Des Vampires - 'Til the Last Drop of Blood 242 Victrola - Game of Despair 243 Blue Phantom - Diodo 244 Mortuary Drape - My Soul/primordial 245 Fantomas -  Page 11 [10 Frames] 246 Gianni Ferrio - Un dollaro bucato 247 Ataraxia - Canzona 248 Hexvessel - Phaedra 249 Lee Hazlewood and Nancy Sinatra - Some Velvet Morning 250 Mike Patton -  L'Uomo Che Non Sapeva Amare 251 Idiota Civilizzato - Uno E Nessuno 252 Ennio Morricone - Main Theme for Dario Argento's THE CAT O'NINE TAILS 253 Rhapsody - Ascending to Infinity 254 Monumentum - Battesimo: Nero Opaco 255 Opera IX - 1313 (Eradicate the False Idols) 256 Piedone lo sbirro OST - The Baron's death 257 Goblin - Deep red OST main theme 258 EKPYROSIS - Immolate the Denied 259 L'Impero delle Ombre - II Sabba 260 Monte Kristo - The Girl of Lucifer 261 Ghost - Lady Nite 262 Hallowed - Wake Up In The Night 263 Fantomas -  Page 27 [15 Frames] 264 Giuliano Sorgini - Lavoro cerebrale 265 Death SS - Vampire 266 VOLTURIAN - Broken 267 Cradle Of Filth - The 13th Caesar 268 Fulci - tropical sun 269 Alessandro Cortini - Perdere 270 Francesco Guccini - Bologna 271 Abysmal Grief  - Celebrate what they fear 272 Goblin - book of skulls 273 Tom Waits - In The Colosseum 274 Peggy Lee - Autumn In Rome 275 Ruins - Petit Portrait 276 Urna - Omnis Inifinita Mens Est Gremium Et Sepolcrum Universi 277 Nicolas Gaunin - Noa Noa Noa 278 Lacuna Coil - No Need to Explain 279 Theatres Des Vampires - Morgana Effect 280 Sepultura - City of Dis 281 Opera IX - The Oak 282 Rhapsody - Il cigno nero 283 Cripple Bastards  - Variante Alla Morte 284 Goblin - Witch (Susperia OST) 285 Death SS - revived 286 Henning Christiansen - L'essere Umano Errabando La Voca Errabando 287 Rolling Blackouts - The Second Of The First 288 Giuda - Overdrive 289 Hierophant  - Son of the new faith 290 Giorgio Faletti - Nati a Milano 291 Fabio Frizzi - A Cat in the Brain, Sequence 2 292 Dean Martin - On An Evening In Roma (Sott'er Celo De Roma) 293 FLESHGOD APOCALYPSE - Monnalisa 294 Valgrind - The Endless Circle 295 Oceana - Atlantidea Suite Part 1 296 Soda Stereo - Paseando Por Roma 297 Blasphemer - The Sixth Hour 298 Raw Power - Dreamer 299 Mike Patton/Mondo Cane - Deep down 300 Lacuna Coil - Swamped 301 Slalom OST by Ennio Morricone - Main theme 302 Stefano Marcucci - INFERNO 303 Lou Monte - Shaddap Ya Face 304 The Case of the Bloody Iris OST by Bruno Nicolai - Main theme 305 Mortuary Drape - Dreadful discovery 306 Antonio Riccardo Luciani - Cinque sottozero 307 Plateau Sigma -  Ouija and the Qvantvm 308 Piero Piccioni - Colpo rovente OST - main titles 309 Riz Ortolani - sette orchidee macchiate di rosso 310 Ad Nauseam - Imperative Imperceptible Impulse 311 Oliver Onions - Italian Girl 312 Bauhaus - Bela Lugosi's Dead 313 Metamorfosi - Spacciatore di Droga - Terremoto - Limbo 314 Body Count OST by Claudio Simonetti  - main theme 315 Symphony X - Underworld 316 Carlo Savina - Titoli di testa 317 Orchestra King Zerand - Night Song 318 Piero Umiliani - La schiava 319 CLAUDIO SIMONETTI'S GOBLIN - The Devil is back 320 Roman Holiday OST - Main title 666 Fabio Frizzi - Voci Dal Nulla

Perhaps not enough Morricone and needs more Goblin. The next update will have more, I am sure. Play it here:  https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC18JtHohAYmD7g1FGA8S-D2B