#10 is hero opportunist and cold

[tapestryundone]

uhhh and here are some Variety Goods that i probably wont polish so just have them as they are :)

[cookiealchemieart]

Voices and the Hero I DID IT I FUCKING FINISHED THIS PIECE YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! I have Thoughts about my designs for these guys so uh Design Notes under the cut!

I'm bad at drawing actual birds (if the narrator on the hero's shoulder is any indication) so I went with the next best thing that I'm better at: plague doctors! Plus plague masks are just fun to draw. I tried making each of the voices match the princess they correspond to, but it got tricky with a couple of them. In no particular order, here we go! The Hero is a bird guy with a bird mask. Perhaps the mask is meant to keep his identity locked away? Either way, the outfit is more shapes than actual fabric, similar to the Princess' gown. Simple enough to register as clothes, but vague enough to change and be recognizable as the loops splinter. Also the cape is hims wings! The Broken is made to be the wettest, most pathetic little guy, but also ever so slightly like a priest. This is to reference the Tower (mommy- I mean mommy- I mean-) saying that the hero's place by her side is "that of a priest, or a pet". So I made him look like a depressed little priest. The Skeptic is the voice that joins you on the route of the Prisoner, so what would be more fitting than a warden? Or maybe an escaped convict? Either way I love his little ponytail poking out of his hood. The Hunted looks like a feral wild child. Feather-hair out and messy, cloak made of scraps of fabric. I figured the most wild looking of the voices would be the one that corresponds to the Beast. The Smitten is all puffy and soft shapes to match the Damsel's rufflier dress and softer appearance. Also my friends recommended the hat and I agree 11/10 would hat again. Gave him a bowtie AND a cravat because the Smitten strikes me as just that extra! The Opportunist's beak is meant to resemble a parrot's, as he just parrots the ideas of whomever he considers to be "winning". This is also why he's dressed like a businessman. He kinda looks like a villain version of the Smitten, but I haven't played the Thorn's route yet, so idk if that's relevant. Also isn't this guy the only voice that doesn't show up in the Chapter 2 routes or am I forgetting one? The Stubborn has demon horns to match the Adversary (and the Eye of the Needle HOOGH MAMA). He's also got battle damage, and his mask is fashioned to look like he has a wounded and scarred eye. Fun fact! Stubborn was supposed to get the ponytail, but I decided while lining that a half cut looked better. The Cold looks the most similar to the Hero, but he's just a bit less put together. While I was drawing his hair I was thinking of L from Deathnote for some reason? Probably the cadence the Cold has. The Cheated is supposed to look like a gambler, given his title and speaking patterns. There...wasn't a good way to pair him with the Razor, but I suppose the spade on his cheek could be seen as a nod to the razor's blades? I dunno, I'm reaching here. The Paranoid suffers from my lack of impulse control when it comes to giving characters goggles. I fucking love steampunk goggles. Much like the Cold, he looks like a less-put-together Hero, but this one is a mess, actively having a panic attack, but is pushing through it because NEITHER THE HERO OR THE NARRATOR IS FUCKING HELPING. Also the stitches on his mask are meant to mirror the cracks on the Nightmare's mask. The Contrarian has a mask with three beaks as a mirror to the Stranger's three heads, but also because the two on his head make him look like a little jester and I felt that was fitting for this smartass. His cape is asymmetrical to spite the status quo.

I hope you enjoyed my art + rambles about these designs. I love doing this!

[room-temperature-orange-juice]

Ranking the voices from tallest to shortest

1- Smitten. There’s no way he’s below 5’11

2- Hero. He’s not a giant, but he just seems like a chill, above average height bird-man-amalgamation

3-Cold. Lanky Emo boy, prove me wrong

4-Skeptic. He seems tall, idk what it is about him. 1930’s mysterious love interest vibes.

5-Paranoid. Kinda in the middle, but I imagine him as lanky and scrawny, kinda like he’s fraying at the ends

6-Cheated. Middle of the road, maybe leaning on the shorter side. Once again, regular bird dude.

7-Contrarian. Definitely shorter. He’s just a mischievous little guy

8-Broken. Same height as contrarian, but I think of him as physically weaker and thus appearing smaller

9-Stubborn. Okay hear me out on this, but just imagine this like 5’5, incredibly steroid buff, angry bird man. Just imagine him like that.

10- Hunted. Small but agile prey, able to slip through small spaces and cracks to escape.

11- Opportunist. You cannot convince me in any way he is close to average height.

[literallys-illiteracy]

Slay the Princess: analysis of the Cycle:

Whatever horrors you may find in these dark spaces. Have heart and see them through. There are no premature endings. There are no wrong decisions. There are only fresh perspectives and new beginnings. This is a love story.

The story of Slay the Princess is one of learning, of self discovery, and one about a viscerally human experience.

As a preface, this game is not a singular, cohesive moral as others may be. There are no premature conclusions in one’s understanding of this game, and, like the vessels within, one’s knowledge and experiences past will define their understanding of this story.

As I always do, I encourage you all, to kill the author with your own hands, interpenetrate media as yourself, understand others conclusions but make your own where possible — While it is undeniable that media has meaning, there is no story that will end at the author's intent, and this game alone is proof of that. The narrator’s struggle against the player’s understanding each cycle, his desire and failure to control the humanity of the player and princess alike, to prevent their growth and understanding, each showing how any *human* story will inevitably live beyond the intentions that created it.

Like the Narrator says himself:

“there was no accounting for free will”

There is no singular understanding to be had.

There are no premature conclusions. There are no wrong decisions. There are only fresh perspectives, and new beginnings.

Chapter 1: The Heroes and the Princesses:

throughout the game, the player encounters several “voices”, or aspects of their character who help inform decisions and who each reflect past actions taken in the play through.

There are additionally also 10 Princesses in the second chapter of the game, each being the titular focus, accompanied by one of the aforementioned voices.

Each new voice is a perspective gained, a lesson learned of both yourself, and your.. ‘Relationship’ with the Princess.

The mirror reflects this (god that’s an awful line I’m keeping that in), presenting itself to you, the player alone, unseen by the narrator, in every chapter beyond the first; Each vessel’s final moments is proceeded by this mirror again, finally allowing us to “Reflect” on this moment, on this vessel, without the chorus of voices to guide us.

Each voice exists in dichotomy to a princess of chapter 2: The Hunted and The Beast The Opportunist and The Witch The Prisoner and The Septic The Smitten and The Damsel The Stubborn and the Adversary; The Broken and The Tower; The Paranoid and the Nightmare; The Cold and the Spectre; The Cheated and the Razor; The Contrarian and–

Chapter II.

The Stranger.

“Physical sensations dull and then vanish, until the only things experienced are the endlessly repeating patterns and emotions of the journey. A continuous march forward to a destination long forgotten. Consumption and betrayal. Scepticism and Blind devotion. Rivalry and Submission. Terror and Longing. Pain and Unfamiliarity. And at the heart of it all, an emotion that can only be described as—“

If one chooses to scorn their responsibilities and leave the cabin behind, they are met without ever having met the princess herself (once again, an awful line there), leaving no lesson learned, no perspective gained; The Princess in this chapter is a foreign to you, unfamiliar, a stranger.

The Princess, or the Shifting Mound itself, exists as a creature of perception; Though she changes, learns, from her past experiences, as is claimed quite directly by the Beast, she too changes from our notions of her being — The Princess changes depending on several prior actions, most notably, changing in both appearance and tone depending on whether the player chooses to bring the knife before first meeting her; One’s seemingly innocuous or unconscious decision is imprinted upon the princess upon being made, moving her being into both the player and the hero’s mind, where the princess begins to develop from an archetypal being, present only due to being perceived, into a construct.

This concept of constructs is far from foreign to this game, alike with the idea of archetypal beings; The story of Slay the Princess, is, in my estimation, one of individuation and realising one’s “Self”.

The archetype of the Hero Cycle, also known as the Hero’s Journey, is described by Joseph Henderson’s “Hero’s and Hero Makers” chapter within Carl Jung’s “Man and His Symbols”, as one that occurs nearly universally throughout human stories in relation to maturity and development of the self.

The cycle centres around the hero, or their ego (or your awareness of your “Self” both subconscious and conscious; meaning “I” in Latin), which, over time and through a process of struggle, including a pivotal moment of “death” or “the abyss”, comes to defeat the villain, representative of the “shadow”, or the desires and emotions within ones self, moreover their id, that they wish not to acknowledge or associate with.

When one undergoes their pivotal “death”, when their persona is disintegrated and formed anew, if they then fail to incorporate these realised shadows of their “self”, and instead choose to live fully in ignorance or denial, then they are left as immature and seemingly lost to the world — This, of course, correlates with the route of The Stranger, or rather the Contrarian, as, never having faced the shadow, there was no realisation made for another voice to form; As the princess was never perceived, the ego of the contrarian, who is in and by far the most immature of the voices, takes the place of a more realised voice.

This same concept is even paralleled with the route taken in chapter 1, which aligns with the hero’s “Denial of the call” within the journey, and the continued denial leading to the lack of a journey all together.

Throughout the game, different voices will accompany you, different fears, doubts, and desires will reveal themselves, opposing paradigms of shadow and ego, and each providing a new perspective; Each vessel delivered we are once again greeted with a moment to reflect, finally punctuated upon learning, upon living in this story, in your final realisation, knowing how hollow and vast you are, realising your nascence and multitudes, finding your understanding and perspective when faced with your “self”, that in the end:

Author's Note(s): Wow i finally kept one pretty short... mostly because i intend to make many different essays about the various aspects and faucets of this game, but still. Shoutout to "Katie and Catburger"'s video on this game, which i have had on my "Watch later" list for at least a few months, and which inspired me to write my own on the topic.

I know this one is fairly short compared to my usual projects, but there will be more. Soon? unlikely. But there will be more.

[chuckeroo777]

Slay the Princess- Voice Rankings

Slay the Princess has been one of my fixations for a while, and for good reason. It is such a complex, well written, and funny game. So, why not rank all the voices? Maybe I'll do another one later with the princesses.

13. Voice of the Opportunist

God I hate this guy. Despite being involved in all three of my favorite routes (Razor, Thorn, Dragon), he is the worst. Seriously, despite his best attempts to butter everyone up, he only manages to make himself the most hate-able voice. He pretty much never misses an opportunity to betray everyone.

12. Void Narrator

This is the thing that gives narration whenever the Narrator vanishes. Might not be an actual voice. Honestly, I only included it so that Opportunist could be lower.

11. Voice of the Hunted

He's alright. Never exactly a bad voice to have around, he's mostly rated this low because he's boring. Between his soft voice and one-track mind, there isn't really much to say.

10. The Narrator

Ah, Mr. The Narrator, if that even is his real name. He's exactly the sort of guy you love to hate. His intentions are noble, if misguided. I ultimately believe he is in the wrong, though I can't exactly blame him. He's a lot of fun to mess with. Would probably be higher, but evidence points to him being a false voice, so he loses points for that.

9. Voice of the Skeptic

Skeptic seems like a really good voice to have to solve the mysteries of the construct. Until it turns out he isn't. Seriously, he is worse than the contrarian when it comes to making spiteful decisions. If the narrator says something, he immediately wants to do the opposite. He acts like a know-it-all, but really, he knows nothing.

8. Voice of the Cold

Similar to hunted, Cold is just a little boring sometimes. His calm collected manner is helpful sometimes, but really, he's just kinda there sometimes. He is particularly fun in the grey.

7. Voice of the Broken

A lot higher than I thought he would be. Broken is a simp and a whiner, but he is really funny sometimes. His performance in razor and fury are particularly entertaining.

6. Voice of the Cheated

Cheated is not a helpful voice. He's a salty gamer who would totally sling racial slurs at the narrator if he knew any. The reason he's so high is because he is really funny. Flinching? Never heard of him.

5. Voice of the Stubborn

The second horniest voice, stubborn knows exactly what he wants. He always brings a lot of passion, determination, and drive, though he can be a pain to deal with if you don't actually want to fight.

4. Voice of the Paranoid

Paranoid is a voice that might seem annoying at first, but he is probably the best voice to have your back. Better at deductions than skeptic, better at keeping you alive than hunted, pretty funny at times too, paranoid has it all.

3. Voice of the Smitten

As much as I kinda hate this guy, there is no denying that every word that comes out of smitten's mouth is pure gold. Would probably be number 1 is not for his... uncomfortable behavior in happily ever after, putting it lightly.

2. Voice of the Hero

Sometimes the straight man can be boring, but in hero's case, he is a delight throughout the whole game. Adorably innocent, abundantly reasonable, and always wanting to do the right thing, Hero is a steadfast companion, and is funny to boot.

Voice of the Contrarian

I just love this guy. Contrarian never takes anything seriously, but at the same time, is generally never a hindrance (except in razor, but no one was salvaging that one). He's just here to have a good time, and I love that about him. Only downside is how few routes he shows up in.

Honorable Mention: The Princess

She occasionally slips into the role of a voice in your head. But she is not you. She doesn't count, despite how much I love her.

[voiceofthe]

(slay the princess ask game)

10. (Explore) What's your favorite Vessel-Voice dynamic? You know what. Opportunist and the Wraith. She forces herself painfully into your body like a parasite, breaking all of your bones in an agonizing trek to freedom, and he's like. Absolutely stupendous ma'am! You're doing great! Preemptively groveling before you even meet her in that chapter because he's decided she's the one in charge. It's so funny. 11. (Explore) Any non-canon Vessel-Voice you think is fun to see? THE VOICE OF THE SMITTEN IN THE WILD!!!!!!!!!!!! Ahem. Yes. I think it would be fascinating, especially in the Wounded Wild version as that demands looking at the buried hatred and hurt, and the Smitten refuses to acknowledge the Princess did anything wrong even if she's just killed you painfully. Like, god, can you imagine? Forcing him to actually accept that she hurt him... It could very well be a significant variation of The Wild, like how The Apotheosis is nearly a different chapter depending on which voice you have. All I'm saying is there's potential! My god there's potential. 12. (Explore) What's your favorite Voices dynamic? I don't know.. Voice Of The Cold & The Hero. The Hero & The Smitten. The Contrarian & literally anyone. The Contrarian & The Hero in general and especially the Strange Beginnings ending. 13. (Explore) Any Vessel-Vessel you want to see interact? Interesting question, because I haven't considered this before. Let's go with whatever I think is funniest. The Razor and The Tower. I wanna see if they fight each other. 14. (Explore) What's your favorite ship/s? Honestly, haven't thought about any ships! I don't pay attention to shipping much of anything in most fandoms, really. The Smitten x The Princess 'cause I literally only even choose any of the more romantic options when he's there and otherwise just try to be nice to her. The Eye Of The Needle x me.

[slaytheprincessfanacc]

Ranking all of the Voices

this is totally not biased at all :>

11. Voice of the Cold

a lot of people might violently disagree with me on this one but personally I’ve never been into any edgy sexymen besides from the Onceler (that is called a joke btw)

idk man he’s just too edgy and willing to kill the princess I guess he’s sorta cool tho

10. Voice of the Broken

maybe I just never went into a sad edgy man phase now that I think about it idk

9. Voice of the Hunted

i put him here mostly because I avoided the Beast route so I don’t know a lot about him, might change this and move him if I decide to stop avoiding the Beast lmao

8. Voice of the Skeptic

again, don’t know enough about him cause I avoided the prisoner route since it seemed boring, same thing I said for the voice of the hunted applies here (damn I really am clueless huh)

7. Voice of the Opportunist

kinda funny but tries to kill the princess too much

6. Voice of the Cheated

lol get rekt

5. Voice of the Hero

nice but considers morals too often

4. Voice of the Paranoid

he ran our autonomic nervous system more than once that’s pretty cool

3. Voice of the Stubborn

i can admire a man who loves butch women

2. Voice of the Contrarian

what a silly giddy tomfooler. reminds me a lot of cat memes which goes well with me since I have an album of 300 of those on my phone

1. Voice of the Smitten

i love him like he loves the princess. good boy, very sweet and accepting chefs kiss mwah

[zel-zo]

Favorite voice in slay the princess?

I love them all so dearly, and my favorite tends to flux between routes... BUT the general ranking is:

1.Hero 2.Broken 3.Paranoid 4.Skeptic 5.Hunted 6.Contrarian 7.Cheated 8.opportunist 9.Cold 10.stubborn 11.Smitten

If you're wondering where narrator is, he's directly implanted in my heart at all times. No rank, just love.

--- (Also, introducing some of my voice designs!! Just for funnies I've drawn a few of them as humans, working on designing them all. Up top, from left to right, we have Broken, Hunted, Skeptic, and Paranoid)

[tapestryundone]

hands these to you

[pathfinderunlocked]

Sin-Carver Mummy - CR16 Undead

Who dares plunder the final rest of the Sin-Carver?  Your sins are at an end.

Artwork by Adnan Ali on Artstation.

Here’s another crazy boss fight for you.

A sin-carver mummy was pledged in life to the eradication of what it perceived as sin, through any means necessary.  After great battles against both demons and humans, it was laid to rest as a hero, along with its armor and weapon.  But those who enter its tomb should beware - the forces of sin have defiled its place of final slumber, and now it rises for vengeance.

This is a high level mummy lord with the powers of both a hell knight and a cleric, and then some more unique powers on top of that.  Some of the mummy lord abilities were altered to make them more fun and dynamic.  Hopefully it’s obvious that this is designed to be a boss fight, though if you have a level 20 party and want to make them fight a group of eight of these things, I’m not going to tell you what to do.

It would be totally reasonable to give this boss a cool unique weapon, or some unique cursed armor or other cursed magic items, maybe putting its Carve Away Sin ability or Sin’s Revenge ability on a magic item.  But that would just be loot, and wouldn’t affect the encounter, so I didn’t include that in its gear.

Its constant aura sight effect lets it automatically know which target to use Smite Chaos on.  It saves the Good Fortune ability for important saving throws or other defensive rolls, and if that fails, then the Hell Knight Aegis feat is a neat alternative to legendary resistance.

It uses its Harm spells to heal itself when below half hit points, moving into an area of Lingering Sandstorm Wrath to safely heal if possible.  Even on rounds when it heals, Opportunistic Dread Bolt allows it to also do some damage as well.

If the players are trying to flee from a sin-carver mummy, it uses the Scar hex on one or more of them, and thereafter uses the Unnerve Beasts hex and the Nightmares hex on them from long distance, leaving the target cursed for defiling the mummy’s tomb.  It doesn’t use its hexes otherwise.

It lacks a typical mummy lord’s Undead Mastery ability that takes control of other undead.  A sin-carver mummy prefers to destroy other undead if they’re not already loyal to it.

Sin-Carver Mummy - CR 16

The fully armored figure rises from the sarcophagus, sword in hand.  Glowing sin runes adorn the pauldrons of his armor and the flat of his blade.

XP 76,800 Unique human mummy lord, divine scourge cleric 12 / hell knight 2 LE Medium undead (augmented humanoid, human) Init +5 Senses aura sight, darkvision 60 ft., deathwatch; Perception +17 Aura great despair (30 ft., DC 26)

DEFENSE AC 30, touch 17, flat-footed 24 (+9 armor, +1 deflection, +5 Dex, +1 dodge, +4 natural) hp 208 (12d8+2d10+140) Fort +18, Ref +12, Will +18 Defensive Abilities channel resistance +4, hell knight aegis (1/day), rejuvenation, sin’s revenge DR 10/— Immune cold, electricity, undead traits

OFFENSE Speed 30 ft. Melee +1 unholy bastard sword +21/+16/+11 (1d10+14/19-20 plus insidious mummy rot plus purging wave plus carve away sin; +2d6 vs. good creatures) or slam +20 (5d6+13 plus insidious mummy rot plus purging wave plus carve away sin) Special Attacks channel rot, hexes (blight, scar, nightmares), insidious mummy rot (DC 19), lingering sandstorm wrath (DC 26, 8d8 fire and slashing), purging wave, spontaneous casting (inflict), opportunistic dread bolt

Cleric Spells Prepared (CL 12th; concentration +21)     6th—eyebite (DC 26), greater bestow curse (touch +22, DC 26), harm (touch +22, DC 26, carve away sin) x2     5th—break enchantment, dispel evil (DC 24), dispel good (DC 24), greater contagion (DC 25), slay living (DC 25) x2     4th—divine power, freedom of movement, poison (touch +22, DC 24) x2, spit venom (ranged touch +14, DC 24) x2     3rd—bestow curse (touch +22, DC 23), dread bolt (ranged touch +14, DC 21, carve away sin ) x5, sands of time (DC 23)     2nd—aid, dread bolt (ranged touch +14, DC 21, carve away sin) x5, silence (DC 21)     1st—bane (DC 21) x8     0th—detect magic, detect poison, purify food and drink, read magic

Spell-like Abilities (CL 14th; concentration +23)     Constant—aura sight, deathwatch

STATISTICS Str 28, Dex 20, Con —, Int 12, Wis 28, Cha 28 Base Atk +11; CMB +20; CMD 37 Feats Combat Casting, Dodge, Heavy Armor Proficiency, Hell Knight Aegis, Lightning Reflexes, Martial Weapon Proficiency (bastard sword), Spell Focus (enchantment), Spell Focus (necromancy), Toughness Skills Intimidate +26, Knowledge (religion) +18, Knowledge (planes) +16, Sense Motive +24, Spellcraft +18, Perception +17, Stealth +17; Racial Modifiers +8 Intimidate, +8 Sense Motive, +8 Stealth Languages Common, Necril, Thassilonian SQ aura (evil, law), curse domain, good fortune, hell knight order (order of the scourge), hell knight armor 1 Gear +1 unholy bastard sword, mwk mithral hell knight plate, ring of protection +1, 1200 gp worth of ruby

SPECIAL ABILITIES

Hell Knight Aegis (Su) Once per day as a full-round action, a sin-carver mummy can give its Hell Knight armor the broken condition.  Upon doing so, it is affected by one of the following spells of its choice (caster level 14): break enchantment, neutralize poison, remove disease, or remove paralysis.  Once it has used this benefit, its armor must be repaired as normal to restore its full bonus to its Armor Class and return its armor check penalty to normal.

A sin-carver mummy can use this ability even if paralyzed, helpless, or otherwise unable to act.

Great Despair Aura (Su) All creatures within a 30-foot radius that see a sin-carver mummy must succeed at a DC 26 Will saving throw or be paralyzed with fear for 1 round, then shaken and unable to willingly move towards the sin-carver mummy for the following 1d4 rounds.  Whether or not the saving throw is successful, that creature cannot be affected again by the same sin-carver mummy’s great despair aura ability for 24 hours.  This is a mind-affecting paralysis and fear affect.  The save DC is Charisma-based.

Rejuvenation (Su) One day after a sin-carver mummy is destroyed, the necromantic energies that created the abomination begin to rebuild its body. This process takes 1d10 days. If the body is destroyed before that time passes, the process starts anew. After this time, the sin-carver mummy awakens fully healed in its tomb. To permanently destroy a sin-carver mummy, it must be destroyed and then its remains must be targeted by consecrate, hallow, and then dispel evil, cast in consecutive rounds and in that order.

Channel Rot (Su) A sin-carver mummy can deliver its insidious mummy rot through melee weapon attacks, its slam attack, and any natural attacks it possesses.

Insidious Mummy Rot (Su) Curse and disease—slam; save Fortitude DC 26; onset 1 minute; frequency 1/day; effect 2d4 Constitution and 2d4 Charisma damage; cure —.

Insidious mummy rot is both a curse and disease, and can be cured only by first removing the curse and then curing the disease.  Even after the curse element of insidious mummy rot is lifted, a creature suffering from it cannot recover naturally over time.  Anyone casting a conjuration (healing) spell on the afflicted creature must succeed at a caster level check (DC 26), or the spell is wasted and the healing has no effect.  Anyone who dies from insidious mummy rot transforms into a pile of sand and cannot be raised by means other than resurrection or greater magic.

Purging Wave (Su) When a sin-carver mummy performs a melee attack, it also creates a shockwave in a 15-foot cone in the direction of its target.  All creatures in this region must succeed on a DC 22 reflex save or take 2d8 force damage and be pushed back 5 feet.  Immediately after doing this, the sin-carver mummy can move five feet as a free action that does not provoke attacks of opportunity; this does not have the normal limitations of a five-foot step.  The save DC is Strength-based and includes a -4 racial penalty.

Lingering Sandstorm Wrath (Su) Three times per day as a standard action, a sin-carver mummy can exhale a blast of superheated sand in a 40-foot cone.  The blast deals 8d8 fire damage and 8d8 slashing damage and blinds targets for 2d4 rounds.  A successful DC 26 Reflex save halves this damage and negates the blindness.  The save DC is Charisma-based.

The area affected by a sin-carver mummy’s sandstorm wrath becomes filled with superheated sand particulate which floats in the air for 3 rounds.  Creatures other than the sin-carver mummy which enter this area or end their turn in it take an additional 2d8 fire damage with no save.

Smite Chaos (Su) Once per day, a sin-carver mummy can call out to the powers of law to aid it in its struggle against chaos.  As a swift action, the sin-carver mummy chooses one target within sight to smite.  If this target is chaotic, the sin-carver mummy adds its Charisma bonus (typically +9) to its attack rolls and adds +2 to all damage rolls made against the target of its smite.  If the target of smite chaos is an outsider with the chaotic subtype, a chaotic-aligned aberration, or a fey, the bonus to damage on the first successful attack increases to 4 points of damage  Regardless of the target, smite chaos attacks automatically bypass any DR the creature might possess.

In addition, while smite chaos is in effect, the sin-carver mummy gains a deflection bonus equal to its Charisma modifier (typically +9) to its AC against attacks made by the target of the smite.

If the sin-carver mummy targets a creature that is not chaotic, the smite is wasted with no effect.   The smite chaos effect remains until the target of the smite is dead or the next time the sin-carver mummy rests and regains its uses of this ability.

Good Fortune (Ex) Twice per day, as an immediate action, a sin-carver mummy can reroll any one d20 roll it has just made before the results of the roll are revealed.  It must take the result of the reroll, even if it’s worse than the original roll.

Spontaneous Casting (Su) A sin-carver mummy can “lose” any prepared cleric spell that is not an orison or domain spell in order to cast any inflict spell of the same spell level or lower (an inflict spell is any spell with “inflict” in its name).

Sin’s Revenge (Su) When a sin-carver mummy is subjected to a spell or spell-like ability that allows for a Will saving throw, and succeeds on that save, as an immediate action the sin-carver mummy can cast Bestow Curse (DC 22) as a spell-like ability on the enemy that targeted it, as long as that enemy is within 100 feet.  Bestow Curse gains a range of 100 feet when cast in this way, and requires a ranged touch attack as if being cast with the reach spell metamagic.

Opportunistic Dread Bolt (Su) When a creature moves within close range (55 ft.) of a sin-carver mummy, as an attack of opportunity, it can cast Dread Bolt as a cleric spell against that target.  A sin-carver mummy can only use this ability while it has Dread Bolt prepared as a cleric spell, and the spell is expended as normal.

Carve Away Sin (Ex) A sin-carver mummy gains a +2 profane bonus on attack rolls and deals 2d6 additional damage whenever it makes an attack to deal lethal damage to a living humanoid or evil outsider.

Scar (Su) A sin-carver mummy can hex a target to scar it.  The target may make a Will save (DC 25) to resist this hex.  The sin-carver mummy can use its Unnerve Beasts and Nightmares hexes on the scarred target at a range of up to 1 mile, and it is considered to have a body part from the target for the purpose of scrying and similar divination spells.  This scar persists through disguises and shapechanging.

The sin-carver mummy can withdraw this hex from a target as a move action at any range.  The sin-carver mummy can maintain 4 scars at once; once it reaches this limit, it must remove the scar from a current victim in order to mark another.  Effects that remove curses can remove the scar.

Unnerve Beasts (Su) A sin-carver mummy can hex a target within its line of sight (or within 1 mile if the target is affected by its Scar hex) to unnerve beasts.  The target becomes offensive to animals (DC 25 Will negates). Animals become distraught and aggressive in the victim’s presence—horses buck, dogs snap and bark, bulls charge, and so on.  The hex lasts a number of hours equal to the witch’s Intelligence modifier.  A creature that saves against the hex cannot be affected by the hex for 1 day. The reaction of the animals is a mind-affecting charm effect, but the hex on the target is not.

Nightmares (Su) Calling upon fell powers, a sin-carver mummy can hex a target within 60 feet (or within 1 mile if the target is affected by its Scar hex) that causes its sleep to permanently be tormented by terrible nightmares.  A DC 25 Will save negates this effect.  If the save is failed, the target must make a new save each night or be unable to rest, become fatigued, take 1d10 damage, and be unable to recover arcane spells.  A target affected by the sin-carver mummy’s Scar hex takes a -10 penalty on these additional saving throws each night.  This is an evil mind-affecting illusion effect.

[writing-with-chaos]

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Panacea destroyed all Khaodosians aliens  

They saved the human race

They’re the only ones keeping us safe

Their global empire depends on this belief

But the Khaodosians--or Chaos Powers--chose hosts...

Ariana Salem and the rest of the Unseen manage to keep their host identities a secret for fifteen years. Hiding their powers, living as normal kids, existing in peace. But when they’re discovered, Panacea still deems them a threat to society. 

Ariana does not know how to die quietly. She refuses to learn. 

Now, after a year of fruitless fighting, the price of war has come due. Ariana has lost hope. Her nightmares and panic grow worse by the day, and now she’s ceased bothering to leave the Safe House at all. When strange storms begin popping up around the world, it’s revealed one of Panacea’s prisoners has escaped. This could be the lead needed to tip the balance back in the Unseen's favor...or the breaking point for Ariana’s health.

TL;DR:  MY VILLAIN ACADEMIA + VENOM + DARK STEVEN UNIVERSE: Panacea thought they destroyed the Khaodosian aliens. But they chose hosts. Now, Ariana and the rest of the Unseen have to fight for their right to exist, before Panacea can steal anyone else...& before Ariana loses herself.

GENRE: YA Modern Fantasy, Action-Adventure, Sci-Fi, Paranormal 

AUDIENCE: 16+

POV: First Person Present 

CONTENT WARNINGS: Depictions of Depression, Depictions of Panic Disorders, PTSD, Insomnia, Abusive Families, Implied Child Abuse, Implied Self-Harm, References to Suicidal Thoughts, Depictions of Disordered Eating 

TROPES: Found Family, ANGST, Hurt/Comfort, Reluctant Protag, Smartass Protag, Ensemble Cast, Anti-Heroes, Cinnabun + Hothead, Small Anger + Tall Gentle, Established Villain Couple (basically Harley x Ivy vibes), Glam + Goth, Naive + Guardian That WILL Kill for Them, (Begrudgingly) Domesticated Big Bad, All-Powerful Superhuman Creature(s) x The Child(ren) They’ve Somehow Adopted, Constantly Bickering Host x The Creature Attached To Them Bickering Back 

THEMES:  Mental health, disability and race, and the demonizing of the marginalized in society, all through an ensemble cast of Othered characters that take the negative villain stereotypes they're shoved in and turn them into something powerful.

(Seriously--if you stan the LoV in My Hero Academia, you’ll love this)

MAIN CAST

ARIANA / 15. MC, leader of the Unseen. Powers of Death and Destruction. Sarcasm Is How I Cope(TM). Short temper. Sharp tongue. Crabby. So, so tired. -Short girl voice- I’ll fucking kill you. Ew, socializing. Needs a hug real bad but will die before admitting it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DAMALI / 15. New girl. Runaway Panacea experiment. Controls the weather. Precious Cinnamon Roll Too Pure For This World. Isolated kid now SO excited to learn. Learning to be a person. No fighting. Speak soft or you’ll scare her. Gay as hell.

SABIN / 16. Love interest to Ariana. Captured and missing. Leptokinesis (Matter Manipulation). Half-Human, Half Chaos Power. Created to defeat the invading Chaos Powers until Panacea found a “safer” replacement. Survived on his own, running from Panacea. Hates Kendra and ‘Drea for what they did. Sad, soft boy. Hero we didn’t deserve. Haunts the novel and Ariana’s mind.

ERIC / 32. Antagonist. Brigadier General of the Seraphim, Panacea’s elite military. Was Sabin’s “Warden”. Cold. Controlled. Opportunist. Determined to be a Legend. Never misses. Loves the human race and will defend it from impurities. Lawful Evil to a T.

SUPPORTING CAST

KENDRA / 26-32. One half of the evil alien duo that tried to destroy the world. Chaos Power of Death and Destruction. Attached to Ariana. TALL. Mostly immortal. Hates humanity. Secretive. Vicious. Violent. Commanding. Unbothered. Superiority. Logical, calm. The voice of reason. Big, intimidating goth mom. She attac, but she also protecc...you saw nothing though. Immortal girlfriend to ‘Drea.

SHADOWGRL / 10. The youngest of the Unseen. Powers haven’t fully awakened yet--can only control shadows, hence her self-proclaimed nickname.  Hacker of the group. Ambulatory wheelchair user. Gremlin Nerd. Gifted Child(TM) and is going to make it everyone’s problem. Stubborn. Brat. Is smarter than you and will tell you. Don’t tell her what to do, she KNOWS already. Needs to be involved in everything. TSUNDERE--loves validation but if you’re too mushy about it that’s gross she’s too cool for that. Listen to her info-dump about her crime shows and video games and comic books and how cool Ariana is you know you want to. 

ANDREA / 26-32. Second half of the evil alien duo that tried to destroy the world. Chaos Power of Deception. The only Chaos Power in the group unattached to a human. Loves robbery and fraud. Loud, fun, flirty, glam mom. Thinks humans are cute!!!!!!! like pets that should be collared and subservient and there for entertainment!!!!! Carefree. Manipulative. Social chameleon. Fake 98% of the time. MUCH louder about adoring the kids. Knows when you’re lying, so don’t =) Will gladly stab you with her heels. Immortal girlfriend to Kendra.

SAPPHIRE / 15. Ariana’s twin sister. Powers of Sunlight. Reluctant healer of the group. Does not live at the Safe House with the other Unseen. Hates her powers, wants nothing to do with this shit. Is not very good with her powers because of this. Eager to get back to her normal life. Reckless. Impulsive. Chronic Main Character Syndrome. Spoiled. Gonna be a rockstar. Punk aesthetic. Athletic. People pleasing. Indecisive. Guilt. Golden child to a T. 

KIARA / 24-30. Kendra and ‘Drea’s heroic nemesis. Chaos Power of Sunlight. Attached to Sapphire. Helped Panacea create Sabin, basically his mom (but don’t call her that). Lives in her own hidden cottage with Sapphire. Loves humans. Believes humans are defenseless and childlike and therefore Know Not What They Do. Will sacrifice anything to save humans. Duty-bound. Soft-spoken. Elegant. Calm, understanding, patient. Motherly. Lawful. Cottagecore Mom. Turns callous and impatient when Kendra and ‘Drea are involved. Lawful Good to a fault.

STATUS: Finished! =D You can read it for free on my ao3! I update with new chapters every Saturday~

[chaoticgoodthief]

Hero(es)'s little mutual "oh" was so cute oh my gosh

The voices that look the same but you can just tell on their faces that they're different (Opportunist's little sideeye, Hunted's cute fluffy birb act, how Stubborn's eyebags are big enough hold his luggage, Broken's ponytail and little sneer)

AND THEN THE VISUALLY DIFFERENT ONES OH MY GOSH CHRISTMAS CAME REAL EARLY THIS YEAR

Smitten looking closed off and distant with tattered clothes and hands hidden. Just ghost of a solider slain in battle and it is so cool. And then Skeptic looking so cute and huggable by his side. Little soft guy, marketable plushie, has a little string on his back to pull and he says "I trust the princess". Adore him. (Deadpan Smitten looking So Done TM while Skeptic talks about the princess is so funny. His face, oh wow)

Paranoid looking creepy as hell at it's so cool. He's in control. He's operating your entire body and not even breaking a sweat. The doctor shall see you now. I love the way the darkness of his body looks like a blood splatter, his hand curl, the blankness of his glasses. Man is in charge. And then there' Cold. The visible grimace, shaking like a leaf. My boy looks like he's going to cry. Pathetic old man who got really badly lost in the forest.

Cheated is looking swell. That's the grin of someone who just couldn't care less anymore. I love how easily his scruffy look transforms from "lost his last coin to a slot machine" to "village troublemaker". His little smug pose... Love him. 10/10 would get stabbed again. And then Contrarian! (no I'm not biased because Contrarian is my favourite voice, no not me) Large chihuahua. You can tell he's got a short fuse. I love how you even have a barking image ready for him. He was on his last straw ten straws ago and now is in straw debt. Probably going to be stabbed by the blade that Cheated is throwing.

@remaking-machine thank you thank you thank you my art skills aren't nearly good enough to draw something myself so I am so unbelievably thankful that you did this

STP Voices Personality Swap

Inspired completely by @remaking-machine's awesome AU! I decided to put my own twist on the idea and see how it turns out! (ramble under the cut so that my mutuals don't have to watch me go insane, as per usual)

Self-imposed rules:

Personalities swaps must be based off of this line (or at least my interpretation of it) to force me to think more about how that would even work:

Princesses must be kept as close to canon as possible. I would give a good reason but honestly, it's just more fun that way

Ok, without further ado, let's get started!

Hunted (swapped with Opportunist): Will be on whatever side keeps him alive. Will be completely on board with defeating the Beast since he knows he will die if he doesn't fight her. However, he drops all pretences the moment they aren't in danger of dying. All the other voices actually like him up until he drops the helpful act, which at that point they all immediately hate him for deceiving them. For the most part, acts similar to his canon counterpart but a lot shadier in a way that nobody else seems to notice.

Opportunist (swapped with Hunted): Treats the Witch like an ambush predator and thus always is correct about her next move. False bravado comes off like a prey animal puffing itself up to be more intimidating. Genuinely looking out for your survival, but generally disliked by the other voices for his flighty nature. Does not trust Thorn, but empathetic towards her pain. Generally acts very different from his canon counterpart, but his facade is a nearly eerie replica.

Skeptic (Swapped with Smitten): An seriously unhealthy amount of trust in the Prisoner and only the Prisoner. If she told you to stab yourself he would agree with her because he's that sure that she has a plan. Completely distraught in the Drowned Grey route because he knew she had a plan and it's all your fault for not believing in her like he did. It's actually creepy how easily Skeptic falls down the exact same path as canon Smitten after a personality swap. I love it.

Smitten (Swapped with Skeptic): Serious trust issues after being stabbed to death by the princess and locked away by the Narrator. Rather than you being the one to ask questions in the start of Chapter II, he will ask them before you get the chance. Since he will force you to grab the knife, there is a much higher chance of getting the Burned Grey route. Can be calmed down if you manage to get him to put his trust in the Damsel, but manoeuvring away from Deconstructed Damsel is also a lot harder due to his insistence to get answers. Somehow even more sceptical than canon Skeptic.

Stubborn (Swapped with Broken): Most downtrodden of the lot because of just how exhausted he is from the seemingly endless fighting. Even getting with him to the cabin is a pain due to his refusal to Do This. All the other voices think he's annoying and whiny, with only Contrarian vaguely getting along with him. Interrupts the Narrator's "You're here to -", with "Die. And die. And die again. And if we're lucky... die quickly." He's just as bad as canon Broken and it's so funny yet so sad at the same time.

Broken (Swapped with Stubborn): He's not physically strong in the slightest and failed to kill the princess once already, but this time he's going to win. Comes off as a yappy chihuahua trying to fight a lion. Again. However, he's actually on friendly terms with a good few of the other voices due to this. The Tower is vaguely amused by him up until the moment that he actually wins. And then? Then's she's pissed. Would be great friends with canon Stubborn, but only after proving himself in a fight.

Paranoid (Swapped with Cold): Turned off his emotions to focus on getting everyone out alive (think MoC Cold). Clipped, clinical tone for everything, including the Survival Mantra. Thinks the others don't appreciate him enough for the sacrifices he made in order to keep their body working. He is right. Completely numb to death in the MoC route to the point he doesn't even bother to use the Survival Mantra anymore, not that it matters at that point anyway. Very similar to canon Cold, but more apathetic than bored.

Cold (Swapped with Paranoid): Extremely superstitious, believing the princess to have cursed him with her death, which is only amplified when she returns as a ghost. Urges you not to touch the mirror because you might break it, begins talking about finding an exorcist if you let the Spectre possess you, refers to the Narrator as a malevolent spirit (I mean.... he isn't wrong), the whole shebang. I'm not going to lie, this one is honestly one of the funniest to me. Do not put in the same room as canon Paranoid. It will not end well for either of them.

Cheated (Swapped with Contrarian): Over the course of interacting with the Razor, he quickly starts just messing around after realising nothing he does matters. He treats the situation less and less seriously, to the point that he's making actively dumb decisions just to see how everyone reacts. Throw the blade of the window? Sure, why not? She'd kill us even if we had it! Throw her out of the window she's she's a bunch of blades now? Sure! Why not? She'll just come back, right?

Contrarian (Swapped with Cheated): Tried to get out and now look what's happened. Actively bitter about being trapped into a set path and determined to make it as much of a hell for everyone else as it is for him because of it. Curses like a sailor and is generally just So Done With This. He's not trapped with you. You're trapped with him and he will make everyone knows that. Will still try to make it up to the Stranger, the Hero and the player for his actions later on but does not hesitate to berate you for leaving him behind in the Stranger's cabin. Honestly, he's probably the closest to canon. Spicy Contrarian, if you will (get your mind out of the gutter not like that)

Hero remains the same, but his opinions about all the others are... very different, to say the least.

Phew, that was a lot of fun! Maybe I'll come back with a part two for SwapAU meets canon!

[chrisevansgoodgirl]

give me all your poison, i’m immune to it.

summary: laurie finally fucking leaves.

warnings: cheating, age gap, smut. actual smut. all that usual daddy stuff.

word count: about 12,200

pairing: andy barber  x reader

part 1 x part 2 x

It wasn’t like you could blame Laurie. She didn’t know that you were fucking toys on a webcam, making videos of your fingers buried in your cunt, and taking pictures dressed or undressed for her husband. She was innocent. She thought that you were just the babysitter and that her husband was still the loving, faithful man who would never do anything remotely distrustful.

Obviously, she was wrong, dead wrong, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it. Not given your current location. You just had to start thinking before you spoke. Admittedly, you normally didn’t talk to Laurie about your homework but sometimes, the guilt of being the worst person on the planet caused you to overcompensate. Your mouth moved, without your permission, at times.

You’d merely told her that you needed to interview someone in the criminal justice field for your English class. Stupidly—because you were stupid, that much was clear—you hadn’t anticipated that she would suggest Andy. Everyone was a lawyer in Salem, your grand plan had been to just ask your dad. Or to go out into the middle of the street and yell for one. It had never crossed your mind to ask Andy.

Before you could decline, she had already picked up her phone and dialed his number.  Now, being involved with Andy was a tight rope walk. Had you claimed that you already had someone, she would have asked who, he would have then wondered the same thing. If you had to give a name, you would have only been able to give your boyfriend’s father. Andy would have found a way to see you in person, just to smack your ass bright red.

You were stuck. He was stuck, Laurie didn’t exactly give him the option of saying no. You weren’t trying to claim that either of you were passive victims in any of this. You were both equally-at-fault villains. You teased and he took the bait, he teased and you took the bait. It was never a question of whether one of you were going to be inappropriate, it was merely a matter of how and when.

In short, you were trying to say that yes, you were ashamed, but you were also an opportunist. That night, when he texted you, you dove straight into a whole act of innocence. You promised this was not your goal and that it was fine if he wanted to cancel on you. You played the boyfriend’s father card and he ignored that suggestion in favor of telling you when you be in his office and gave you some guidance on what he wanted to see you wearing.

He adored you in pink, that much remained and probably always would. So, on the day of the interview, you had breakfast plans with your boyfriend, and after confirming to him you would be there, everything kind of fell into place in your mind. Since Andy didn’t explicitly express his displeasure at the thought of you spending time with your father’s boyfriend, you could pretend to be clueless about it.

Which was what you did. You had breakfast with your boyfriend and let his father drive you to the office. They were coworkers, why would you suspect that they didn’t get along? Honestly, Andy could pin nothing on you, and you knew that would be the most frustrating aspect for him.

On top of that, you were in the car with the man he certainly couldn’t stand in a tiny, pink plaid skirt. You’d draped your bag and jacket over your legs, but Andy didn’t need to know that. All Andy needed to do was get possessive.

It had happened perfectly. You showed up at the same time as him, but he couldn’t say anything. He couldn’t throw a fit that you were in another man’s car, he had to wait. Until that hour that he had promised you a little before 10.

Your chauffeur of the day was a huge gossip, always had been. You certainly weren’t bored all morning waiting for Andy to be available to you. By the time he had texted you, you were completely caught up on all the office drama, a few things you were going to be bringing up to Andy, if only to play jealous and maybe get a little something out of it.

Go wait for me in my office. Now.

Great, you’d already had some office fantasies, this certainly wasn’t going to help.

You were sat in the chair in front of his desk, shifting uncomfortably. You hadn’t done a lot of sitting earlier, given your specific circumstances—the plug in your asshole and the vibrator in your pussy.

When he walked in, he didn’t look at you. He began removing his jacket and loosening his tie. All you could do was watch his arms and hands moving as he made his way to his chair.

You were so happy to see him, you didn’t notice how cold he was being—but you had been told about Andy’s coldness, by your gossiping mate, several times he’d said Andy was barely human. Maybe a robot. You hadn’t thought anything of it because he was just so perfect with you. “How was this morning? Did you win?”

He eyed you as he sat down across from you, rolling his sleeves up toward his elbows. “I only have an hour.”

He had told you that and it wasn’t like you had forgotten, but that was his clear way of telling you he didn’t want to talk about anything but the assignment. Then why were you filled with sex toys?

You looked down at your notebook. “Yeah, um—”

“What is this assignment for?”

You looked up but turned right back down when you saw how he was staring at you. Andy was an intense man, it was probably why you were so attracted to him, but that didn’t mean you weren’t a little scared of him. “We’re reading this book about a lawyer who’s, like, a villain, essentially, I guess, and so we’re talking to people who are what we would think of as, like, heroes…because we’re supposed to understand that not all villains start as villains and sometimes they don’t want different things than good people.”

He hummed.

You felt like you sounded like an idiot—did any of that make sense? You gently cleared your throat and turned down to the list of questions again. “Did you always want to be a lawyer?”

“No.”

Was he going to give more than just one word? After ten seconds, you figured not. You knew then that you were never going to tell Laurie anything ever again. “What else did you want to be?”

He sighed in thought. “There was a firefighter, a doctor, a photographer for a few minutes.”

“And history teacher,” you recalled from your car conversations. Oh, simpler times. “Do you like being a lawyer?”

“Mostly.”

About several questions and just as many short replies later, you were thinking maybe it was time to cut the interview. You could claim that you had everything you needed and just try to forget this whole tense exchange—but see, he must have sensed that you were about to pull away.

With a soft sigh, you set your pen back in your bag. “I think—”

“Take off your panties.”

You instantly looked at him, confused.

“Take them off,” he repeated.

Well, this wasn’t unexpected. You leaned over to set all your things on the floor next to your feet. As you sat back, you took one look back at the door.

“I locked it.”

You didn’t stand, worried the toys would move if you did—you were so wet because even though he was being a complete jerk, his voice still did awful things to you. You leaned back in the chair, legs spreading as you pulled your panties down.

His eyes trailed down your legs and he held his hand out.

You squirmed a little before you leaned forward and handed him your underwear. Your heart stopped when he brought them up to his nose, inhaling deeply. You had been going crazy thinking about him eating you out lately—it was such an intense craving, sometimes you debated calling him and talking him into another car meetup.

He brought them down below his desk, you assumed to hide them away in his pocket. “We don’t have that much longer to wait.”

Two and a half weeks. “Yeah…but still too long.”

“It is,” he agreed. “But I won’t fuck you here, not the first time, at least.”

“Then where?” you quizzed. Certainly not his bed that he shared with his wife.

Instead of answering, he looked at his cellphone off to his side. “Open your legs and pull up your skirt.”

You did so, patiently waiting as he tapped the screen on his phone. You remembered getting these in the mail. Your parents were starting to get suspicious of all the things you were receiving but the packages never had his name on them and to find out anything, they would need to parent. So, overall, weren’t worried.

“Have those toys been there all morning?”

“Yes.”

“Since our FaceTime this morning when you let me see you put them in?”

“That’s what I said.”

“So, you didn’t take them out to fuck your boyfriend?”

You scoffed. “You jealous, daddy?”

“Once you’re on my cock, you’re never going anywhere else, so no, I’m not jealous. I just want to know.”

“Nope. Didn’t fuck him. Just didn’t want to drive myself over here.” You shrugged. “Not a big deal, I still hang out with him. He’s still my boyfriend.”

“Change that,” he said, but you could tell he didn’t mean it.

You snorted. “Leave your fucking wife.”

He arched an eyebrow at you. “I don’t fuck my wife.”

You shrugged. “I don’t fuck my boyfriend…often.”

“You don’t think he’s gonna notice that your pussy is getting harder and harder to fill and satisfy?”

You shrugged.

“How does he fuck you?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I wanna know. Start from the beginning. Does he ask you? Does he tell you?”

You averted your gaze to the desk between you and stopped to think about it. “I guess…he just touches me.”

“And how does he touch you?”

“Usually my waist or my hips. He kisses me, and sometimes he’ll hug me, walk me to the bed.”

“And does he undress you?”

“I think I mostly undress myself. I don’t care to let him do it.”

“Then?”

Your hand came up to your necklace. It was this small chain with a star charm—Andy had given it to you a while back. It had become a nervous habit of yours to toy with it. “Um…I don’t know. If I’m not wet enough, he watches me finger myself until I am.”

“Why doesn’t he do it?”

You shrugged. “I just never ask him to.”

“Why not? You have no problems telling me what you want.”

“Because I know you’ll make it feel good. He tried once…he just wasn’t…that good. He fucking scratched me.”

He scoffed. “Yeah, baby girl, that’s what happens when you fuck boys.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, you’ve mentioned that once or twice.” A million times by now, you were sure.

“Does he ever go down on you?”

“He’s tried…I just…don’t like it.”

“Yeah? You were nearly crying last night, telling me you can’t wait for me to eat your pussy. You’ve been obsessed with it for nearly the past two weeks.”

“I don’t like him to do it,” you clarified. “I don’t trust him a lot.”

“You trust me?”

He sounded so surprised, you finally looked at him. His eyes were on your face, so stormy and blue. You shrugged and muttered, “yeah.” Why else would you be doing this?

“Then?” he pressed.

You looked away again, too embarrassed to say any of this and look him in the eye. “Um, then he fucks me.”

“Just like that?”

“Yeah. Mostly, yeah.”

“Doesn’t make you beg for it?”

“No,” you snorted, “because I wouldn’t beg him.”

“Good; reserve that pathetic behavior.”

“All for you, daddy,” you promised, smirking.

“What else is for me, angel?”

You thought for a moment. “He doesn’t touch my ass.”

“You’ve never been fucked there?”

“Nope.”

He shifted, leaning further back in his chair. “Anything else?”

“I don’t suck his cock, I don’t ride him.”

“Is that so?”

“But I want to ride your cock, daddy. I want to right now.”

“I know, baby, I’ll let you one day.”

“What about today? Will you fuck my mouth?”

He sat up, trying to regain his composure as he cleared his throat. “Do you want me to?”

You nodded.

He stood and your eyes darted down to where his cock was, hard and so desperate for you. He made his way in front of you, setting his phone down once more.

You chanced a look at the screen. The two toys inside you were listed there on the menu screen of the app, ready to be turned on whenever he pleased. You looked up at him again.

“Does he make you come?”

“I fucking swear, Andy,” you sighed and rolled your eyes.

“What? You can ask me questions, but I can’t ask you questions?”

“He can, he’s capable…he doesn’t do so often.”

He nodded.

“Does your wife make you come?”

“I told you, we haven’t had sex in quite a while.”

“Since before this?”

He didn’t answer.

You nodded. “So, you’re a hypocrite.”

“And you’re being a brat, and you better watch yourself.” He started with his belt, but you kept your eyes on his. The zipper of his pants sounded and he reached in to pull out his cock. “Lean toward me and open your mouth.”

You did so, sure to keep your eyes on him. You didn’t flinch when you felt his tip against your tongue, and continued to hold his stare as he slid in.

His attention had moved to where his cock was, eyebrows pulled together, mouth dropped. His small, deep sounds were filling the room, making you so impossibly wet.

It was quickly too much for you to take and you were sure it wasn’t even half of him, but when you gagged after he touched the back of your throat, you opened your mouth again, wider. He looked impressed with your willingness, eagerness, and continued pulling out and pushing back in until your throat reacted around him over and over.

You saw that he reached off to the side where his phone was, but you still startled as you felt the toys vibrating inside you. Your eyes rolled back and you closed your lips around him, moaning.

That was when his hand found the back of your head. He just wanted to hold you where you were and let you get used to all the sensations.

The plug in your ass was at a much higher setting, Andy seemed to enjoy how sensitive you were there. The vibrator in your pussy had an extension that curved perfectly to touch your clit, it had been brushing against you just right all morning and you had been ready to explode if he wasn’t going to let you feel it.

He set the toys on lower settings so you could focus on him for a moment. When your eyes met his again, that was when he gently, slowly started to fuck your mouth. There was just something different about Andy’s cock. All those veins you could feel on your tongue, and he was so big and so hard, yet his skin was velvety smooth, you were consumed with thoughts of it inside you.

He tasted just the same as the others, but that was where the comparisons ended. Andy was not just a regular man. He was an important person, fucking your throat, completely in charge of you, your mouth, your body—and you would have it no other way. It made you feel important, that he had chosen you.

Your jaw was already sore, but you didn’t care. Your mouth felt stretched, your throat a little raw, but oh well. This man did not seem close and you weren’t going to do a single thing except sit there and take him. You would do this for the rest of the day if he wanted you to.

He played with the vibration settings then, searching for ways to make you moan around his cock. There was no pattern or method in the way he handled the toys, he was so caught up in his own pleasure that he couldn’t tease you even if he wanted.

You were nearly squirming out of the chair, whining, swallowing around him. When he knew you were coming, when your hips were moving, when your nails were sounding on the chair that you were gripping so tight, he pulled you down on his cock as far as you could go. This was how he silence the sounds frantically pouring out.

He wanted to savor this, he wanted to fuck your mouth until he was satisfied—and since you’d been teasing him for months and months, he had a lot of built-up frustration. He might have to keep you there all day, something he felt inclined to let you know. “Baby, you feel so damn good, I might need to stay in your mouth until my day is over.”

You were amused that he thought that you wouldn’t be into that. But of course, he had no idea how fucking beautiful you found him, and all the stupid shit you were willing to do for him. Not that you would be rushing to tell him. The way you looked at him, you could tell it gave him an inkling of an idea, because he turned from cocky to wrecked in a second.

“Are you wearing a bra?” That was the first time he pulled out completely, drool and his cum dripping down your chin. He began to pump his cock with a tight, fast fist.

“Yes.”

“Pull up your shirt,” he directed and you quickly did. “Pull down your bra.”

That was when you realized what he wanted. You hurriedly obliged, getting your bra as far out of the way as possible. Your breasts were exposed to him, nipples pebbling because it was so cold. You arched your chest up for him, silently begging for his cum.

He finished with a quiet groan, one hand holding him and the other gripping the desk, knuckles white, nails digging into the wood. His cum spilled out on your chest, he used his hold on himself to coat your nipples, and you shuddered at the feeling of his cock touching you there.

Breathless, he released his hold on himself and your eyes followed his cock. Even soft, he was so big. He leaned over and you sat back in the chair. He took the bra from your hands and set it back over your breasts.

He turned back to his phone and raised the vibration level again. Your body arched, your legs spread wide as he got on his knees before you. He grabbed your hips and pulled you to the edge of the chair.

“Like being covered in my cum?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered. You did like it, how his cum was cooling against your skin, spread by the material of your bra, kept there but hidden, no one would ever know.

“Want me to come on you again?”

You nodded quickly.

“I need to see you finish. Then, I’m gonna eat your pussy until I’m hard again.”

“Daddy,” you whined. That would be no problem. The orgasms Andy gave you were always good but when he watched, they were a million times better. You got off on watching him watch you. You liked knowing that he liked seeing your body, hearing you cry out for him, that he was addicted to the ideas of touching you, smelling you, tasting you.

“Are you close, angel?”

You nodded. “Yes, daddy.”

He leaned over, kissing your mound, and you crumbled into a million pieces. You had to press your hand over your mouth, worried someone would hear you without his cock muffling you. He watched in awe, your face, your mouth, your shaking body. He turned down, suppressing a groan when he saw your pussy pulsing around the toy, full, satisfied, overstimulated.

He pulled out the toy in your pussy as soon as your body relaxed against the chair, but let you keep the plug. The next second, his mouth was pressed against you and you were whimpering and shuddering, hands grasping his hair as your hips rolled forward for more attention.

But he grabbed you and held you down, which took the toy vibrating in your ass almost too deep. He kissed up and down your soaking slit, licking his lips instead of you, a smug glint in his eyes. You ached with need, you just wanted to feel his tongue. Ever since you’d felt it in the car, you dreamed of it, fantasized, it was rarely off your mind.

“Daddy, please,” you whispered.

“Need my mouth?”

“Yes, daddy. Need your mouth and your tongue. Need you to eat my pussy so fucking bad.”

“When she’s gone, I’m gonna eat your pussy every night.”

You liked the sound of that, but you were confused. How was that going to happen?

He let the tip of his tongue slide down, teasing your entrance before he licked back up. He began kissing you again, smirking at the frustrated noise you tried to quiet by closing your mouth. He took his fingers and spread your pussy wide open. Eyes on yours, he flicked his tongue over your clit so fast that it took your breath away. He got you so close to that edge, your entire body trembling, your attempted breaths short and shaking, before he stopped.

“Daddy,” you gasped. Not this, not now. You couldn’t take Andy’s brand of teasing.

“We need to discuss something first, princess. I want you to stay at the house.”

“Are you fucking crazy?” It probably wouldn’t get you any points, in fact, it would probably irritate the hell out of him that you were speaking to him like that, but that was what came out. But that was all you could think.

“Probably.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I know. That’s why I’m trying to get you to agree, while you’re not as stubborn, while you’re so distracted that you can’t think of consequences.”

“You’re an ass.”

“True, but I want to fuck you. I want to fall asleep next to you every night, buried in your pussy. Then, when we wake up, I want to fuck you again.”

“What about Jacob?”

“Guest room,” he explained.

It all made sense now. That was where he was intending to fuck you for the first time. You hummed, feigning insult. “I feel so special.”

“You should, I made the room up just for you.”

“You did?” you asked before you could talk to yourself about how dangerous that question was.

“Yes.”

You tried to ignore the butterflies that gave you, how your stomach was twisting, your heart was pounding, and your body abruptly felt hot. “Well, how can I say no to all that effort?”

“I suspect you will try to backtrack later,” he admitted.

He was probably right. “But since we already know that’s going to happen and you’re going to talk me out of it, why not just say yes now and let you make me come?”

“Good idea.”

You smiled a little. “Then my answer is yes.”

He didn’t say another word before he dove right back in. This time was different, there was more intent. He knew when to flick his tongue at your clit and when to run it through your folds, but more importantly, he knew just how to suck to make you see stars when you finished.

You were dizzy, breathless, and barely conscious when he stood up. His cock was hard again and you were once more ready for whatever he wanted from you. You sat up but stayed leaned on the chair, untrusting of your ability to stay upright on your own.

He stepped closer, hands grasping your hips to lift them from the chair. His cock was lined up with your pussy—as if he were going to fuck you, but you knew better—and your legs instinctively spread more. “Make me come, sweetheart.”

You set your hand over the head of his cock and pressed down until he was touching you, his fingers dug painfully into your skin. You wanted your arousal to wet his skin before you wrapped your hand around him and began pumping the length of his cock.

“Fuck, baby. You’re such a good girl, my fucking baby doll.”

Your eyes flit up to his. “You wanna come on my pussy, daddy?”

He stared down at you, body alarmingly tense. “I’d prefer to come inside your pussy, but I’ll settle this time.”

You moved faster, sensing both of you growing increasingly desperate. The noises coming from his open mouth were soft, low grunts and groans, but sometimes, these animalistic sounds that made you want to beg him to fuck you right there.

He must have seen that on your face because again, his hold on you tightened. “Don’t ask me to do that, I might not be able to stop myself.”

“What’s so bad about that?”

“Well, you’re not going to be able to walk when I’m done fucking you. You want your boyfriend’s dad to carry you out?”

You were unbothered by his joke, but still voiced your displeasure for it. “You’re sick.”

His eyes fell shut and his hips started to thrust forward into your hand, the head of his cock pressing against you so slightly every now and then. “And you are going to be the fucking death of me.”

You felt no need for further discussion, sensing that he was just about there. He pulled your hips closer as he was coming, jaw set to quiet his moan, eyes still shut tight. One last jerk of his hips and his cum was streaking across your skin. You were buzzing, still sensitive from his lips and tongue and beard and when his cum touched certain parts of you, you thought you might come again.

He finally opened his eyes, admiring how he left you painted and soaking wet. He gently set you back down on the chair, hands rubbing over where he had been holding you so tight. “Keep your legs open.”

You did so because you too wanted to stare just a little longer. You liked the way his cum was slowly dripping down your skin, teasing just like him. You felt him at your calves and turned down, finding him sliding your underwear back on. You happily angled your hips up for him, welcoming his method of keeping you covered in his cum.

As the material was settled over your ass, staring right at you, he gave your pussy one last kiss.

You shivered and he stood up, redressing himself.

He leaned over to where his phone was set and stopped the vibrating plug. “Did you get everything you needed from me?”

You snorted.

His eyebrow arched. “I was referring to your assignment.”

“Sure.”

He sighed, sitting across from you again. “Come on, I tried.”

You shrugged. “I said sure.”

“But it’s in your tone.”

“You’re not super talkative, not a big deal.”

He looked exhausted. “What else could you possibly want to know?”

You shook your head. “Nothing that needs to be included in my assignment.”

He scoffed, turning down. “Close your legs and pull your skirt down. I have to get back to work.”

You did as he ordered, trying to regain feeling that you hadn’t known you lost in your legs. You packed your things away and turned up to him, shooting him a curious look when you saw him watching you.

“Soon,” he asserted.

You tried not to smile but failed so terribly that even he had to smile. “Yes. Soon.”

“Is he taking you home or back to your boyfriend’s house?”

“His place, I think, yeah. Then I’m gonna walk.”

He hummed, pleased by the thought of you having to stay covered in him for so long. “Kiss him before you go home.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes. “Andy.”

“You better, baby, I’ll know if you’re lying.”

“You’re sick.”

“Yeah, probably will be as long as you’re in my life.”

You knew that was true. “Back at you.”

He smirked. “Get outta here, call me when you’re in a bath.”

“You want me to wait until you’re home?”

He glanced at his phone and nodded. “I’ll be home early, around 4. Stay exactly the way you are until then. Understood?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“One last kiss, angel.”

You stood and excitedly leaned over his desk to kiss him. It was brief, mostly you pulled away in surprise at how wet his beard was. Scrunching your nose, you wiped your palms along your jaw.

He watched you, clearly amused.

You kissed the tip of his nose and without another word, practically pranced out of his office.

“You’ll call,” Laurie said. It didn’t sound like a question, but she was clearly asking, or more so begging.

“I promise.”

“I know a lot of tricks,” she insisted. “I don’t want you to think that I don’t think you’re great or that I don’t trust you, but I’m his mother. I just know more about him than anyone else.”

“I know,” you assured. “And I will call if I need help, I swear.”

“I’ve never been away from them,” she confided, frowning.

Andy was in the house, grabbing the last of Laurie’s things. You had wanted to get there before she left, knowing Laurie would feel much better talking to you directly, instead of through her husband.

“Well,” you began, awkwardly wringing your hands, “absence makes the heart grow fonder?”

She forced a smile. “We shall see, I suppose… I just feel like something terrible is about to happen.”

Your stomach twisted, there had to be something wrong with you, right? Someone shouldn’t be able to stare at someone, who had only ever been great to them, and lie about fucking their husband.

Your gaze averted to the packed car. It was running, had been for a while. Laurie was clearly anxious, dreading the idea of leaving her husband, her home, and mostly, her child. “Don’t think like that. Everything will be fine.”

“I know that, deep down.”

“I’ll take pictures,” you offered, turning back to her. That was her biggest source of sadness, knowing that she would miss out on some of Jacob’s life. The least you could do was give some of that back to her.

Her smile turned sincere. “I feel so guilty about leaving him. He’s so young.”

“Too young, I’m sure. No emotional trauma will result.”

She scoffed. “Well, if he ends up a murderer—”

“You can tell me I was wrong,” you finished for her.

She hugged you tight and you felt guilt flare up again. It had been coming and going all morning, it had nearly made you sick when you were getting dressed this morning. You chose a skirt because Andy loved you in them so much, knee-high socks, and a thin sweater, but absolutely no underwear. You were going to hell, that much you were sure of.

Andy walked out then, and things just slowed down. It was his eyes, what he wasn’t saying but what you knew he felt, that was enough to calm you down. This was wrong, yes, but your feelings were sincere. At least it wasn’t just some fling, he wasn’t going to do this with someone else, you weren’t going to go after another married man. This was you and him, it just was.

He met your panicked stare, a knowing look in his eyes. He knew you were what you were thinking, feeling, and as soon as Laurie was gone, he was going to do everything in his power to stop it. “Last bag.”

Laurie pulled back, watching her husband load the last suitcase into the backseat. Once he turned to her, she threw herself at him.

Andy was slow to react, too slow in your opinion, but you figured Laurie had become used to that by now. You figured you weren’t exactly the reason Andy had started pulling away, you were just a step in that path.

And cue jealousy. You realized you’d never watched them together, not like this. Andy wasn’t an overly affectionate man so save for the occasional quick kiss when he got home, nothing. You hadn’t experienced this ugly emotion in the pit of your stomach all the times before that, but then, the last time had to have been months before he started driving you home.

“I know I’m being ridiculous,” she stated.

Considering, via text the night before, how many times he promised to make you come, she was not being ridiculous. You stepped back a few feet to give them some space, turning away completely when she kissed him.

You rolled your eyes as yourself, turning your attention to the porch you were standing on. What had you been expecting? That was his wife, of course, he was going to kiss her. You didn’t look at them again until Laurie called out a goodbye to you. You smiled, waving as she ducked into her car.

“Thank you so much.”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” you responded, probably more to make yourself feel better than her. This was not ‘nothing’, however, what you were doing was terrible, unforgivable.

“Really, I’m sure you’ll get tired of them in a few days.”

“No, not Jacob.”

Andy glanced at you curiously, a look you completely ignored.

Laurie laughed, looking at him once more. “I’ll call when I get there.”

“Okay. Drive safe.”

“I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

“Bye, Y/N! Again, I can’t thank you enough.”

“Trust me, you don’t need to thank me.”

Andy rolled his eyes at you, but otherwise, you both kept appearances until she was down the street. The tension between you two was so strong that it became palpable outside. You knew that when you looked at him, it was done, there was no going back.

You turned to him first and then he turned to you. Arching an eyebrow, you began to step back toward the house, “Well, I should probably get started on this completely serious job.”

He nodded and made his way up the porch. “I agree. Go to your room—”

“My temporary room,” you interjected.

“And get on your bed—”

“My temporary bed.”

“And take off your—”

Your hand instantly pressed over his mouth. “Andy, seriously, none of this when Jacob is here. Okay?”

He leaned back, scoffing. “Jacob isn’t here.”

You rolled your eyes, gesturing into the living room. “I know he’s not here—”

“No, I sent him Derek’s house for the night. He wouldn’t let Laurie pack.”

“Oh.” So…then, oh. That meant that you two were alone and you had all night with him, and it was crystal clear how he wanted to spend that time. You also wanted the same thing; it was just that you hadn’t much time to prepare, mentally, physically. Maybe if you hadn’t fallen asleep last night instead of making videos with one of the toys, you would be a lot more confident.

“Do you want to see your room?”

“Yeah, okay.” You were insanely curious. He led the way up the stairs with you following closely.

Halfway there, he stopped as if he remembered something and turned back to you.

“What are you d—”

He cut you off with a kiss. His arms wrapped arms around you, pulling you into his chest. He’d never kissed you like this, so freely, so desperately. There had been the time in the car, fueled by lust and thrill. This wasn’t that. He held you and locked you in completely, one arm looped around the small of your back, the other around your shoulders, and he just kissed you. It was unhurried because he could finally get lost in you since no one was around, and forceful because there was no reason to stop. Nothing could stop this.

His beard was pricking your skin, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was starting to feel like home, much to your dismay. His tongue soothed your lips anytime the short, rough hairs scratched you there, which was increasingly often as the kiss turned from sweet and experimental to frenzied and disgustingly needy.

You hadn’t realized it was you that started asking for more and taking it without permission—it was you that brought your hands up to his face, you that took advantage of his opened mouth—not until he pulled away. Your hand came up to your lips, the only barrier you could think to put between you two before you tried to kiss him again. How were you ever going to stop now that Laurie was gone?

He smiled at you, rubbed his hand up and down your back. “You really are going to end up killing me, aren’t you?”

His hand closed around yours before you responded and he started guiding you upstairs with him. You continued to press your fingers to your lips, hoping they would stop tingling like you were some pathetic 13-year-old.

“Does she know? About the room?”

“Yeah. I told her it was a good idea…I get home late sometimes, and you need to be here early anyway. She agreed…she would agree with anything that got you away from your parents.”

“But not my daddy?” you teased.

He glanced back at you briefly, trying not to smile. “Can you not call me daddy when we’re talking about your actual dad?”

“As if that doesn’t turn you on more,” you muttered.

“It doesn’t,” he claimed.

You rolled your eyes. “So, she saw the room?”

“No,” he scoffed. “That would have been a dead giveaway. I just told her that I left it the way it was, and I’d let you do whatever you wanted to it.”

“Why didn’t you let me do whatever I wanted to it?”

Jacob’s room was the first room right at the start of the hall on the left. There was a small closet on the opposite side, the guest bathroom next to it. Andy and Laurie’s room was toward the end, the guest bedroom across from it. It seemed like a weird place for a guest room, it was probably an office before the Barber’s moved in, but Andy had taken the spacious room full of windows downstairs as his workspace.

Your heart was pounding with each step closer. You could tell he was nervous about something too; he was squeezing your hand so tight.

He pulled you in front of him a few feet in front of the door, one arm snaking around your waist, the other coming up to your jaw to tilt your head back. “Because you’re my gorgeous little girl and I wanted to spoil the hell out of you.”

You hummed. “You like spending money on me, that’s kinda sick.”

He arched an eyebrow. “On the list of all the things I want to do to you, it’s not even in the top 20.”

You smirked. “What’s number one?”

Trying to stop his smile, he rolled his eyes and kissed your forehead. “You’ll find out soon enough. Focus.” He reached for the door and you turned forward again.

Immediately, you were shocked by what was in front of you. Everything was so pink. There was so much—the huge bed covered in fluffy blankets and pillows, the dresser that had a boxed vibrator on top of it, the bedside tables, the lamps, the huge mirror over the dresser and then the one on the wall across the bed.

“Andy…”

He pulled your hair back on one side, leaning over to get a better look at your face. “What is it, princess?”

You stepped away from him, still in awe. No, this had to be a fever dream—he could not have done all of this for you! “This is too much…I can’t…”

“This isn’t even all of it.”

You turned back to find him looking rather amused. “What have you done?”

He shrugged. “Look around a bit. It’s your room, you know.”

You quickly leaned over the nearest bedside table and yanked open the drawer, it contained several boxes of small plugs, all soft pastel shades, or gold and bejeweled. Who needed this many? No one, but it was clear that nothing, in Andy’s mind, was too much for you.

You chose to ignore the locked chest at the end of the bed as you marched to the opposite bedside dresser. A pair of handcuffs, silk ties, and ropes—because evidently, he liked variety.

Next, the dresser caught your attention. Most drawers contained panties and bralettes in so many colors, save for the top drawer. Now, the top drawer, that was where things got interesting. Several questionable things were there but the most notable was the gag.

You picked it up, turning back to him with an arched eyebrow.

“Well, you’re not exactly quiet.”

You scoffed, turning back to toss the gag back in its place. “You’re crazy.”

“Crazy about you, baby.”

You turned back, fully intending to tell him how lame you found that line. Instead, you noticed the closet. You stared at it for a mere second before you shot him a pleading look. No, not that.

“Maybe you should hold off on that.”

Oh, god. You rushed forward and yanked the door open, mouth instantly dropping. Color-coordinated, lace, leather, sheer, tiny, short—all beautiful lingerie that you fell in love with. “Andy.”

“It’s not a big—”

“When did you start doing all of this?”

“The morning after you said yes.”

Again, your stomach flipped. You were more than just flattered, you were elated, relieved. This wasn’t all in your head, this wasn’t a relationship that you completely built up on your own. No one had ever cared about you this much or put as much effort into you. “I don’t know what to say.”

He nodded you closer and held his out to you, waiting until you made your way to him and took it in both of yours. “I only need to hear you say one thing.”

“Which is?”

His free hand came up to your face. “Do you want this, right now?”

You wanted to have sex with him, you knew that. But right now? That was a much more complex question to answer. This decision had the potential to change everything, and you’d just gotten closer to him. You didn’t want to lose that so quickly.

“I can wait,” he promised. “I’ve been waiting…I’ll wait until you know you’re ready.”

“I know I want this, I’m just…scared.”

“Scared? Of me?”

“No, not you… We can’t undo this, Andy.”

“I know.”

“And have you thought about what that means? Have you thought about if someone finds out—”

“No one is gonna find out.”

“Let’s say they do.”

“It’s not going to happen.”

“If it does,” you repeated firmly. “Then what? Then this is just done, I never see you or hear from you again?”

“No. I am obsessed with you—”

“I like you,” you admitted. “I don’t want to fuck you and then just…stop.”

“That will not happen.”

You rolled your eyes. “You say that, but—”

“I mean it. I don’t want to alarm you, baby doll, but did you think you had a choice? Did you think that I was ever going to stop trying to get you to say yes to this?”

You scoffed. “No, but what if I hadn’t?”

He let his hands slide down until they reached your hips, smirking at the way you shivered. He spun you around, arms circling your waist, mouth level with your ear. “I would have taken you.”

You shook your head. “No, I’m being serious.”

“So am I,” he promised. “Dead serious. I would have brought you back here,” he started moving you toward the side of the bed, “I would have tied you up, gagged you—”

“Stop it,” you halfheartedly scolded. “That’s not funny.”

“No, that’s desperation, and I am very desperate for you.” He pressed himself against you. “Can you feel how desperate, baby girl?”

You could feel his cock against you—this was happening. You wanted it, he wanted it, and neither of you were strong enough to think about the consequences anymore.

He twirled you back to him, taking your arms in his hands. “Say yes.”

“Yes,” you replied instantly.

He indelicately shoved you onto the bed and you gasped a little, then he was over you in a second. His forearms pressed to the bed at either side of your head, his hips pressing down on your thighs, the heat from his body threatening to burn you. “What’s my name, princess?”

“Daddy.”

He hummed. “Don’t make me remind you again.”

You nodded.

He took that time to stare at your body, your weak, completely pliant body. “What am I going to do with you?”

“You should fuck me.”

He glanced up at you, curious to see how much further you were going to go.

“You should fuck your little girl, daddy.”

His eyes darkened—a guilty pleasure he had. A reminder that you were so little compared to him, not in physical size, but in every way. That was why he was your daddy. It got him off knowing how happily you admitted your submission to him.

At first, you weren’t into it as much as him—only when you were unfathomably horny. You came around after he talked about what it was that made you his little girl. It was because he adored you so god damn much. It was because he would do anything for you, anything to touch you, taste you, fuck you—all you had to do was ask, he’d give you the world. It was because you belonged to him, and he would certainly make you happy if you let him. Despite its meaning, its actual definition, it made you feel powerful, in control.

Yes, maybe you were little. Maybe Andy was big—huge, his presence, his reputation, even his name, but he wanted you. He felt something for you. You made him weak, you made him feel desire he’d never felt, not for his wife, not for anyone. You made his life exciting again, you reminded him what lust, infatuation, mind-numbing need, and aching, burning passion felt like.

“Oh, my little girl?” he teased, not bothering to hide how happy he was. “You gonna be my good little girl today?”

You nodded.

He stood up then, pulling his shirt off. He tried to hide his smirk as you rose onto your elbows, eyes trailing down his torso to where his hands were working his pants down. Once he was naked before you, he could see how badly you wanted his cock. No one else had ever been so desperate for him, he could see on your face just how badly you wanted him to ruin you.

He got on his knees before you, tsking when you went to sit up. “You wore what I wanted you to wear.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“I think that deserves a reward.” He draped one of your legs over his back at a time, then he shoved your skirt upward. He took your hands, linking his fingers between yours, and your heart started pounding.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your pussy and your back instantly arched. He did so again and again, sometimes pulling away completely to pay attention to your inner thighs. You had no idea how long he was teasing you for, you just knew that your pussy was soaking, you could smell your arousal, your skin burned everywhere that he touched you, your hips were shaking, squirming, bucking with need.

When he finally let his tongue slide along your folds, the breath was stolen right out of your lungs. Your body arched uncomfortably, a sob caught in your throat. You didn’t move due to the illogical fear that somehow this feeling would disappear.

His tongue moved through you loudly, only possible because he had gotten you so wet. Your cheeks burned at some of the sounds that filled the room, so filthy, so telling. He would moan and sigh and suck on your skin as he hummed, all to let you know he was enjoying every second of your pussy.

You didn’t want to hurt him, you were mindful of your heels and you didn’t press them into his back. You spread your thighs wider every time you were concerned you would close them on him. You couldn’t tear at the sheets or his hair because he was holding your hands. All that you were managing were small whimpers. You needed something, you needed to hold something, scream, do anything, but you couldn’t.

You started to shake the closer you got, your entire body just trembling with pure yearning. Andy’s eyes flickered up as he took your clit with his lips and sucked relentlessly. Your breaths were short and shaky, getting caught in your chest, barely making sound at all.

Still, most of the noise was from his mouth on your soaking core. He was so obscene about it, it was the only way he knew how to humiliate you, to remind you he was in charge. He needed you to know that he knew how badly you wanted him, there was no hiding. Not anymore, not in this room, not while the two of you were completely alone.

A scream that did not sound like your own tore from your throat when you were coming. Your hips bucked and all he did was make sure to keep sucking on your clit. He let you ride out your high, using his face until you fell limp against the bed.

Only, in typical Andy style, he didn’t stop. He continued to lick and suck at your skin greedily, as if you were his favorite fucking desert. Your body was spasming from the aftershocks every time he pressed his tongue up forcefully and then circled your clit, whimpers becoming much whinier, breathier. He didn’t care, he simply kept going, eyes trained on your face because he wanted to see you fall apart again.

You propped back up on your elbows again. You wanted to see his face, his eyes, but mostly, you wanted to watch his mouth working against your cunt. You could always anticipate what was going to happen, you knew when his beard would brush against you, you knew when he was going to lick or suck, you knew where because you could see it but that never prepared you for a second of how it felt.

You bit down on your lip as you felt his tongue run down, just barely pressing into your entrance. Fuck. “Daddy,” you gasped, surprised by how good it felt.

He groaned softly and you mewled for him. “You taste so good, princess.”

“Daddy, please make me come.”

He hummed. “Again?”

You nodded fast.

“You already want another one?” he teased. “You have the greediest pussy, baby.”

“You gonna be able to keep up with me, daddy?”

He scoffed. “I suppose we’ll see.”

Your body was trembling all over again as you felt his tongue dipping into you, curling to gather all that was dripping out of you from your first orgasm. Your hips erratically jerked up for more, silently pleading for him to make you finish. Of course, Andy kept you there for as long as he could.

He was watching the way your body moved as he kept sliding his tongue inside you. He found your taste sweet and soft, no surprise there, because you were his sweet and soft little girl that he was going to tear apart tonight until you were this greedy, pathetic little thing.

His lips slid up roughly, locating your clit in no time at all. When he pulled on your skin, sucking noisily, you started unraveling again. You writhed around on the bed, unable to get away from him with the back of your knees catching on his shoulders.

“Daddy,” you sobbed. “Fuck, daddy!”

He remained there, uncaring that you were wrecked, overstimulated. Through your whimpers and pleas, he continued focusing only on your clit, unrelenting, cruel, smug. He knew exactly what he was doing.

You just felt pressure, building and building in your core as the seconds ticked by. It was nothing short of agonizing, all the swipes of his tongue, his beard, his lips latched onto your clit. Every touch hurt, it was simply too much for you, but it was a burn that you loved every moment of.

Your body moved without permission from your brain. Your hips jumped off the bed, your back arched, your elbows dug into the mattress, you yanked your thighs further apart. You couldn’t take much more—your brain knew that, but your body just wanted and wanted.

Every touch from Andy sparked something in your brain, a part that needed him so deeply and then was utterly, thoroughly satisfied. It was addiction being fed, a match being lit, a shock just coursing through your body until you were coming once again.

After running his tongue up and down a few times, just to get the taste of you, he turned his head and began to kiss your thigh. He waited until you were limp on the mattress before switching legs. “Baby?”

You knew he called out to you, but your mind was all hazy and scattered. It took you several long moments before you could respond. “Yeah?”

“I’m starting to lose feeling in my hands.”

At that moment, you realized how tightly you were holding him. You yanked your hands away immediately. “Oh, I’m sorry!”

He chuckled, laying on his side on the bed next to you.

You remained on your back but turned your head to him. His jaw and beard were wet and you’d never seen him look as happy as he did right then.

He arched an eyebrow at you. “You good, sweetheart?”

“Yeah. Can I taste you, daddy?”

He touched your cheek and you nuzzled your face into his palm. “Not right now, baby girl. I’m gonna finish inside you because I have been waiting for months to be able to.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

He gave you a look. “I’m taking it easy on you, don’t start getting mouthy.”

Finally, you turned onto your side. You just wanted to feel him, you pressed your palms to his chest and dragged them down his stomach. He was built like a fucking wall and that was one of the many reasons you felt safe with Andy. He was so strong, strong enough to hold you down and fuck you until you couldn’t remember your name.

He took your shoulder in his hand and pressed you down as he got back onto his feet. He returned to his position on his knees and you just barely stopped yourself from pleading with him not to eat you out again—you couldn’t take another one of those, but he would if you let him know that.

He started with your shoes, carefully, touching you like you were a vase, he slipped them off and let them noisily clatter to the floor. He grabbed the top of one of your socks and began kissing his way down until he pulled it off your foot. One last kiss was set to your ankle before he repeated his actions to your other leg.

You sat up for him and he stood from between your legs. He took the bottom of your sweater and you lifted your arms when he needed you to. For a moment, he just stared at you, then his eyes met yours as he took one of your breasts in his mouth.

You gasped and reached back, both hands pressed to the bed and fisting the sheets. You stared at one another as he sucked roughly enough to leave a mark, and then did so again to your other breast. He scattered wet kisses everywhere, your chest, down over your rib cage, your stomach, until he was at the hem of your skirt.

“You still good?”

“I just need you inside me, we’ve waited so long.”

He found the zipper on the side of your skirt and pulled it down slowly, almost like he was waiting for you to back out.

You used your elbows for balance and lifted your hips when he pulled the garment down.

He leaned over you, hands on the bed. “Just one more time,” he muttered. “I just need to hear it again.”

“I want you right now,” you promised. You weren’t nervous, not in the ways you thought you’d be. You saw a million and one promises in his eyes, you knew he wouldn’t let you down. Not here, not ever.

“Okay.” He kissed you briefly before settling in the bed. You watched his cock move as he laid flat on his back. He was hard, dripping with precum and your pussy was aching at the thought of being filled by him. “Come here.”

You rolled over onto your hands and knees to climb over him. You pressed his cock down to his stomach with your hand and set your soaking cunt along his shaft. You sighed, reveling in the feel of him.

His hands shot out to grab your hips as he sighed. “Fuck, baby.”

“Daddy, your cock feels so good.” You rolled your hips back and forth, wet noises, your whimpers, his heavy breaths, until he held you tight and made you stop. You set your hands to his stomach, eyes lingering on all the muscle there.

“Don’t tease, angel.”

“Or what?”

He gave you a warning look.

Smirking, you slid one hand and took his cock. With your gaze locked in his, you lined yourself up with him.

“Take it slow, baby.”

You were nervous now, worried about the pain a little, but mostly that you wouldn’t be able to take him all night like he so clearly intended. The head of his cock was against you and you had to press down hard to get him so slightly inside you. The immediate sting made you gasp.

“Fuck!” he hissed. His thumbs rubbed over your hip bones encouragingly. “You’re doing great, take your time.”

You took slow, measured breaths until it stopped hurting so much, then you took more of him. You ached, your skin burned, but you wouldn’t be satisfied until he was completely inside you.

“Fuck,” he repeated, gorgeous blue eyes staring up at you. He let one hand fall to press his fingertips to your clit.

You whimpered, “Daddy.”

“Come on, princess, just a little more. I can feel you dripping down my cock, you can take it.” He brushed his fingers back and forth over you, not intending to make you come, but to get you wetter.

You forced yourself down until you were sure you couldn’t take more, a scream catching in your throat at the immediate pain. You stopped to get used to the feel and he added more pressure, shorter, faster, more deliberate movements over your clit. Your head fell back as you felt that familiar coiling sensation. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chanted, voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re doing good,” he promised. “So good, because you’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

You hummed, nodding.

“Mhm, and you’re gonna keep going?”

“Yes, daddy.” You clamped your mouth shut, closed your eyes, and held your breath and you moved further down.

“Fuck, you have the tightest pussy.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “I am sure that you can say that to all the girls.”

His voice was rough, deeper than usual, an indication of how much strain was being put on him to stay controlled, to not just yank you down and fuck you senseless. “It’s okay, baby doll, you’re almost there. Come on, a little more.”

Instead, you pulled back and then slid right back down. Your eyes rolled back, filling with hot tears at the blissful but sharp sensation.

His fingers pressed down unbearably into your hip bone. “Remember back when I was trying to get you to come back?”

You didn’t say anything because you knew he would finish speaking regardless. You focused on his cock, relishing the feel, the veins, the heat of his body, but also concerned because was he going to fit? You were too scared to look at your progress, so you blindly kept slipping down.

“And remember how you tried to say your boyfriend was bigger?”

“I don’t think I recall,” you managed.

“Sure,” he scoffed, “Because then you would have to admit what an insolent little brat you are.”

You laughed shortly, a shaky, breathy sound deep from your chest. In pain or not, Andy was still hilarious to push around, not that he much let you. You turned your attention down, finding that he was staring at the place you two were connected. “Oh, I’m insolent?”

He nodded once. “I’ll have to teach you some manners before summer’s over.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.”

He lifted his hand from your cunt and grabbed your jaw. Instead of letting him communicate whatever half-hearted threat he thought up, you took his wrist and pulled it up. When you could, when they were in your reach, you swallowed two of his fingers.

He groaned. “God damn it, I’m about to throw you down and fuck you so hard, sweetheart, until you’re crying and begging me to stop.”

You moaned loudly around his fingers. Was that his idea of a punishment?

“Don’t stop now, babe, come on.”

Against your better judgment, you looked. You saw that you were halfway down, yet felt so impossibly, completely full, and noticed that you were, in fact, dripping down his length. You made another sound, sucking on his fingers to distract you from the next sting as you deliberately went down, down, down until you were seated on his thighs.

He pulled his hand from your mouth to grasp your other hip. “Shit.”

Whimpering, you slid your hands upward until you were lying flat on his chest, trying to stay as still as possible until you accommodated his size. Your soft body was resting over his sculpted figure. Your breasts against his firm chest, your stomach against those abs, inner thighs pressed to the outsides of his. “Oh, god, daddy. You’re so fucking big.”

One hand came up to the back of your head and he held you there. “You’re such a good girl, you know that?”

You nodded a little.

His other arm looped around your back, pinning you down. He rocked his hips forward just once, just barely, but it brushed the right spot and made you mewl for him. “You okay?”

You nodded, nearly frantic. “I’m okay. Do it again, fuck me, daddy.”

“I’m gonna sit up, okay?”

You were confused by that but moved when he did, wrapping your legs around him when he was in reach. It widened your hips and he managed to get in a little deeper. You stared at him, touching his face, feeling over his cheekbones, his lips. How could one person be so beautiful? Part of you wanted to hate him. You never had a chance at saying no, not when there was a man that looked like this that wanted you the way he did.

“Are you still okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you assured.

He took your hips in his hand and pulled you off until you were just about at the head of his cock. Then, he thrust in and pulled you down, gaining a surprised but satisfied moan from you.

“Daddy, please,” you begged, “keep doing that.” You were so wet and your mind was so hazy, you were almost certain you would go insane with need before he made you come. How you two had even held out this long was a miracle.

He did as you asked, several more times, all slow and careful movements that were certainly not meant to make you come. You could see that enjoyment in his eyes as you stared at him, still admiring his face. He was teasing you, but were you honestly going to do anything about it? Well, you could whine a bit.

“Daddy,” you muttered, “I need to come. Please, please just fuck me.”

He hummed as if he hasn’t already made up his mind. “I don’t know…”

“Please, I’ll be so good all summer, I swear.”

He snorted. “I highly doubt your ability to be good for extended periods of time.”

“I will,” you insisted, voice weak, much to his amusement. “Daddy, I’ve wanted this for months. I can’t wait anymore, please.”

He gave you this searing, agonizingly slow kiss, all tongue and lips and teeth, and didn’t pull away until you were breathless and your lips were swollen.

Once more, he used his hold on your hips to control the pace and pressure. Each time you were brought back down on his cock, he was hitting this mind-numbing spot that always made you gasp and moan as more tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

You were still aching, but that was secondary to how badly you needed this man to make you finish. You wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging to his shoulders. You didn’t much care for this dynamic—you, in this blissful place where he nearly had you crying and coming, but him, controlled and quiet.

You squeezed your cunt around him as he faltered in dragging you down his cock. And there it was. Your advantage. He continued to push and pull with his hold on your hips and when you could, you used your pussy to grip him tighter.

Your first orgasm happened unexpectedly. You were still aching, still stretched a little too much, you thought it would be possible, but one more forceful thrust of his hips and it was triggered. “Daddy, fuck, I’m coming!” Your nails pinched down on his skin, trying to get him closer, but also trying to get relief in any way you could.

“Yeah?” he cooed, still fucking into you with evident determination. The sounds coming from him were short, you felt them start in his chest, they would come out quiet—he still hadn’t lost that remarkable restraint, but he would. “My little girl’s gonna come?”

You nodded quickly, “daddy, please. Please let me come.”

“You can come, baby. You can come on daddy’s cock.”

You cried out sharply, frustrated by how close you were. It still felt out of your reach, impossible to get, but then it happened. It was one last hit to the spot inside you that no one else had ever found, your vision went white for several seconds, your entire body briefly tightened everywhere, and then you just exploded. His hold on you loosened, allowing you to take some of the lead and you used the next several minutes to keep your body moving, hips stuttering and your cunt struggling to take him.

You were shaking again, your entire body, fucked out, exhausted, but still wanting.

“Look at the mess you made, princess.”

You turned down, mindlessly obedient after what he’d just made you feel. His stomach was wet, the part of his cock that you could see was covered in you. You weren’t surprised, you felt like a dam had broken inside you.

“Did daddy make you feel good, baby?”

You looked back up at him and nodded.

“Do you need a minute?”

“No,” you shook your head, “I need you to come inside me.”

He tossed you down on the mattress, situating his body over you. He found leverage on his knees and discovered that he could fuck you sufficiently from this position. Relentlessly, his large hands keeping your lower half pinned to the mattress, his hips began snapping up. They were desperate, almost panicked. He was close and he needed to use you hard and fast.

Those soaking wet noises from your pussy grew louder as his hips jerked up, only covered by your screams. You latched onto him, arms locked around his shoulders, keeping him as close as humanly possible.

“Can you give daddy another orgasm?” he asked. “Hmm? I want to feel you coming when I do. Can you do that for me, beautiful?”

You were nodding without giving the question much thought. You would do, or at least try to do, anything that he asked. You started to angle your hips as he thrust in, clit brushing against some part of his skin. You were close around the same time he was, you noticed his shorter hip movements, more powerful snaps, a tighter grasp where you knew bruises would form by the time you woke up the next day.

He set his face in the bend of your neck, open lips against your shoulders. You felt all his heavy breaths, the grunts, the cursing.

Again, you pointedly clenched around his cock and his hips slowed for a mere second. When he was moving again, he was coming. You felt him spill into your cunt and with only a few more brushes against you, you were coming. Neither of you stopped moving despite having reached what you wanted, because, in reality, you both wanted so much more.

You both wanted seclusion, the house to yourselves, the whole summer vacation to do a whole lot more of this. All of it was yours and you knew there was a world outside, but right there with Andy, it seemed like nothing else existed. It was just moans and groans and cries, grabbing one another as hard as possible.

Once he rode out his high, he rolled over to let you on top once again. You laid yourself out flat on top of his body and he hugged you to him, scattering kisses on the top of your head. Abruptly, he took your jaw and angled your face so you were staring at him. “Tell me right now that you have never been fucked that good.”

“I haven’t,” you assured, “Never.” You meant it, there was no one who ever made you scream as much as Andy had. Now that you were coming back down to earth, your throat was raw, lips swollen, breasts still wet from his mouth, body covered in the thinnest layer of sweat.

He smirked. “Good girl.”

Your body was spent, exhaustion you had never felt before, but you still craved him, you still wanted to take. Andy’s cock remained buried inside you because he wanted you to know when he was ready for more, he wanted you fully anticipating when he was going to be fucking you again.

You felt him soft, felt his cum dripping out of your cunt. Then you felt him grow harder as his hands roamed every inch of your body for what could have been hours. He started with your ass, admiring the curve, then your waist for the same reason.

His hand grabbed a handful of your hair and he yanked your head back so far that your chest started to lift just a little. There, he took one of your nipples between the fingers of his opposite hand and squeezed.

Your mouth dropped and you released a shuddering breath. “Daddy.”

He moved onto the next, pinching just as roughly until a soft plea spilled from your mouth. Once you begged him—for nothing in particular, just a chanting of ‘please, please, please—he let you go and pulled you back down for a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss that made your toes curl and your body heat up.

He only pulled away because he was hard again. The dark, demanding look he gave you should have terrified you. He was going to reduce you to nothing, pull you apart, absolutely deconstruct everything you were, everything you knew.

“You ready for another round, sweetheart?” he didn’t give you the time to answer, instead, he rolled over yet again to lay you out beneath him. His cock still inside you, he created just enough space between the two of you that he could press his fingers down on your pussy, searching for your clit. When your mouth dropped, two fingers from his other hand were shoved inside until you were choking on them.

“After I’m done with you, you’re never going to be able to fuck another man,” he asserted. “Not your boyfriend, not anyone else. No one is going to give it to you as good as I am. No one else is gonna be this rough, this sick, not enough for how desperate and greedy you are. You, baby doll, are officially, completely mine.”

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[mz-elysium]

Wow. That was a lot longer than I planned. Do we even do comic sans wip posts anymore? It it cool? Am I cool? 

Photo ID below the cut because this is already way too fucking long of a post. And this ID, bc of it, is so so long.

Photo ID: a 13 slide Comic Sans font powerpoint about an original WIP. All slides but the first are white, black text, all font being Comic Sans to follow the meme.

Slide 1: black background, white text. Titled with red shadow: The City of Fallen Angels: (2) Hitaeth. Definition below: hiraeth: homesickness or nostalgia, an earnest longing for an idealised past, or a sense of regret. Around this title are a bunch of floating descriptors about the WIP: vampires, gothic-punk, regrets vs forgiveness, dark urban fantasy, historical 2003, 4 POVs, secrets, political intrigue, slice of life, compassion vs selfishness, vampires playing Game of Thrones, grimdark and also hopepunk. A Vampire the Masquerade canon divergent original novel.

Slide 2: Worldbuilding, about the Vampire the Masquerade world. Titled: The canon sects but like a little more nuanced. Three columns of bullet points follow. 

The first is the Camarilla. 

neo-feudal lords and princes

rule most of the world

want to rule the rest of it

scheming, old elders who don’t give a shit about anyone else

will kill your family to make a point

BUT ALSO.

stable domains; due process

clan culture, history, tradition

connected to wider vampire society

play their game and you can live as a peaceful peasant (mostly)

The second column is the Anarchs.

rebellious neonates/ancillae

in their Free States, there’s opportunity for power and to live your own life

neonates can actually own land??

ALSO

literal anarchy

no real oversight or leadership

can and will be killed by another gang

“if you can hold it, you can have it”

Third column is the Sabbat

worship Caine as the First Murderer (first vampire)

take “vampire” too literally

inhuman monsters

war cult readying for Armageddon

ALSO

profoundly religious

strict code of honour

accept their inhumanity (no angst)

tight-knit family-like packs

heroes/crusaders for their ppl

Slide 3: Titled: Have a shitty map. A Google map screenshot of Central Los Angeles, with highlighted sections in different colours, clearly done in Paint by a child. Seven sections are highlighted, explained on the next slide.

Slide 4: The lands are divided by the sect who control it.

Anarchs:

Angels Wasteland: remains of the #peaceful Barony of Angels. With Salvador Garcia’s death, it’s a shitshow chaotic warzone. 

Tinseltown: Isaac Abrams, movie baron, just wants to be left alone.

East LA: ruled by loyalists of the Old Guard Anarchs, who are all dead/gone. Sabbat from further east are smelling weakness.

Downtown: technically “no baron” but also nines is baron. Typical Anarchs, shooting each other, living rough, living free. OR ARE THEY???

Camarilla:

The Valley: a praxis backed by legendary elders, who are propelled by faceless masters, using unwilling Prince Barty Vaughn as a pawn

Westside: greedy and ambitious LaCroix goes “hmm. la looks like shit. probably wanna get in on that” and calls up his contact, Therese Voerman and says “yo. u got a barony, huh? wanna be my seneschal?”

“Independent”

Silver Lake: a desperate grab by Monroe and co to build their own “utopia” … sorta like the Anarchs 60yrs ago… and look how THAT went. Monroe ate the last Old Guard Anarch.

Slide 5: Titled: Monroe’s POV, with a subtitle of The Captain. On the left, a photo of half of a man’s face in shadow. He has dark hair, pale skin, blue eyes, and a hard expression. Bullet points describe him as Matthew Monroe, Clan Ventrue, Embraced 1873, Humanity 5, age 28. On the right, a series of bullets describe his POV’s story.

this is a dude drowning in an ocean of Problems and his catchphrase is “I’ll figure it out”

he owes a life debt to the enigmatic powerful archon in the Valley (Jan Pieterzoon), who seems to respect/honour him more than most of LA.

he used to be besties with the Valley Prince (Barty Vaughn), who he can’t trust but seems? the same?

he turned his ghoul and secret love into a vampire (Hawthorne), against her wishes, and now she hates him. monroe: u kno what? that’s fair.

Silver Lake is held together with duct tape. monroe’s right hand (Ashley Swan) is a nightmare and untrustworthy. his people try to kill each other.

he’s got a lot of unresolved trauma/grief/abuse/anger and vampires sort of have “The Beast”, a spirit that haunts them with evil

and oh yeah, LA is about to explode

Slide 6: Titled: Monroe’s supporting characters. Four characters, each of them have a photo, a title, and brief run-on description.

First, a photo of a very pale man with purple eyes and a lock of ice blonde hair. Ashley Swan, the Thorn, Clan Toreador. Monstrously cruel, sarcastic, hedonistic, aggressive, sadistic, can’t be trusted, doesn’t wear shirts. Bisexual transman.

Second, a photo of a dour woman with dark hair. Audrey Hawthorne, the Lovechilde, Clan Ventrue. Blinded by the Embrace, furious, frustrated, grieving, snarky, over accomplished, creative, passionate.

Third, a man in a black suit looking over a ballroom with a crystal chandelier. Jan Pieterzoon, the Kingmaker, Clan Ventrue. 300 year old, archon, elder, sire is Camarilla big-shot, dignified, mysterious, chessmaster, honourable, elite.

Fourth, a man in a dress shirt, sleeve rolled up, hand extended with a cigarette and bloody palm. Barty Vaughn, the Valley Prince, Clan Ventrue. Former Anarch, Prince of San Francisco, now reluctant Prince of LA. Smokes like a chimney, lives to fuck Tremere and have fun.

Slide 7: Titled: Zari’s POV, with a subtitle of The Black Rose. On the left, a photo of a beaming dark-skinned Black woman with bouncy coily black hair. Bullet points describe her as Zari Adeyemi-Swan, Clan Toreador, Embraced 1973, Humanity 6, age 27. On the right, a series of bullets describe her POV’s story.

life sucks, it’s cruel, and there’s no point thinking on the past, even when the past comes to haunt you

she fled her foster sire and once-lover (Ashley Swan) for his cruelty to others, but now he offers maybe?genuine? amends.

thirty years ago, she left her human children. her daughter (Aisha Adeyemi) has been Embraced and brings bad news

her main way of #coping is working and distracting herself. she throws herself to infiltrate the Westside Camarilla court (Sebastian LaCroix), against all good advice.

soon after she arrives, she finds herself having a secret admirer (Mercurio), who reminds her how precious it is to be loved, held, and cared for — but they need to overcome their own instincts to accept what they could have

The Voerman sisters are in the thick of it all, making perfect cautionary allies and, if she can overcome her preconceptions, friends.

and oh yeah, LA is about to explode

Slide 8: Titled: Zari’s supporting characters. Four characters, each of them have a photo, a title, and brief run-on description.

First, a photo of a white man wearing mirrored sunglasses in front of orange-pink neon. It casts his face and smile eerily. Ashley Swan, the Foster Sire, Clan Toreador, monstrously cruel, charismatic, loyal, thorough, too clever, pleasurable. Bi transman.

Second, a photo of a white man in a suit, adjusting his cuffs. Sebastian LaCroix, the Westside Prince, Clan Ventrue, opportunistic benefactor, greedy, ambitious, petulant, ruthless, degrading.

Third, a white man in a paisley shirt, gold necklaces, putting a hand to a tattooed and exposed chest. Mercurio, the Admirer, LaCroix’s Ghoul, resourceful, sweet, empathetic, capable, romantic, salt of the earth, former Mafia hitman.

Fourth, a white woman in a black suit with delicate gold jewelry. The Voermans, the Mirrored Sisters, Clan Malkavian; one is brutal, calculating, patient, reckless, the other is seductive, fun-loving, innovative, insightful.

Slide 9: Titled: Charlie’s POV, with a subtitle of The Moonchilde. In small text, a line says “a.k.a. Me processing grief over my mother #coping. On the left, a photo of a sad-faced white woman with freckles, black eyeliner, and frizzy brown curls. Bullet points describe her as Charlie Bradley, Clan Malkavian, Embraced 2003, Humanity 8, age 20, lesbian. On the right, a series of bullets describe her POV’s story.

life is getting back to normal? well, “new normal”

as a new adult, she has a good ol’ fashioned “start of life” crisis: who am I? where do I fit in? complicated by her mother’s death a year ago. what sort of woman am I? how does this figure into my attraction to women?

maybe. maybe. maybe monroe is cold and distant and ruling a vampire kingdom, but he wants to look after me. maybe i should let him.

also, hey, you (Jesse Harper) get it. and you’re hurting. let me help, let me be your soft place to land. wow, okay, this is kissing.

she didn’t mean to ruin her sire’s (Rhys Wilson) life. but, she did. she killed his mentor. SHHH! secret! she feel bad. maybe friends? uh, okay, weirdo. maybe D&D.

she’s learning to deal with feeding on scumbags and giving what people got coming to them. and the Cobweb, supernatural psychosis

WHY ARE VAMPIRES LIKE THIS? WHY CAN’T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG? FFS

and oh yeah, LA is about to explode

Slide 10: Titled: Charlie’s supporting characters. Three characters, each of them have a photo, a title, and brief run-on description.

First, a white man in the middle of screaming, his head swaying back and forth so it looks like he has three heads. Rhys Wilson, the Sire, Clan Malkavian, weirdo, prime D&D fanatic and DM, just wants friends, and vengeance, pulls pranks to teach lessons. Gay.

Second, a very strong white woman with her arms crossed, a tattoo on one, and a t-shirt that is obscured but clearly says “The future is female”. Jesse Harper, the Darkness, Clan Lasombra, former vampire hunter, reluctant vampire, brooding, mysterious, sullen, black trench coat, buff as fuck, brave. Lesbian.

Third, a pair of clasped hands, male over female. Monroe, the Stepsire, Clan Ventrue, fucking old, inhuman, kills too easily, sincere, honourable, intense, gives good advice but really should shut his mouth hole.

Slide 11: Titled: Jack’s POV, with a subtitle of The Lone Wolf. On the left, a photo of a sad-faced strong Chinese man with a shaggy and tufted mullet. Bullet points describe him as Jack Shen, Clan Gangrel, Embraced 1955, Humanity 7, age 25, gay. On the right, a series of bullets describe his POV’s story.

why does he always end up alone? people leave, people die, people drift and change, but the good times were worth it

he’s always had a rocky relationship with his lover (Ryuko Saito), but now the dumbass has found a cult promising power.

he hasn’t lost him. he hasn’t. him and ryu just take time apart sometimes. but it’s been a long fucking while. and jack isn’t sure who he is alone anymore. a new human friend (Dustin Cohen), working at his animal hospital gives new life.

his former best friend (Damsel) has dove deep into Downtown and managing as Nines’ lieutenant, bringing him more and more dirty work to clean up

monroe relies on him to reign in the chaos of vampires trying to live without killing each other.

and oh yeah, LA is about to explode

Slide 12: Titled: Jack’s supporting characters. Three characters, each of them have a photo, a title, and brief run-on description.

First, a young white woman with dyed fire-engine red hair and an Iron Maiden t-shirt. Damsel, the Lieutenant, Clan Brujah, naive, brash, physical, loyal, loud-mouthed, smart.

Second, a skinny man in an ill-fitting Hawaiian shirt and jeans. Ryuko Saito, the Orphan, Mage, power-hungry, desperate, proud, ruthless, loving, isolated, crushingly lonely, gremlin, old and chronic pain, hides and “treats” it with magic.

Third, a white hand extending a hummingbird to fly free. Dustin Cohen, the Receptionist, Human, understanding, the best of Good Dudes, empathetic, kinda lame outsider

Slide 13: Titled: also. A moodboard on the right side includes two weeping stone angels, one at sunset, one in darkness between a tarnished and broken silver crown; a gas station in LA as seen through a rainy car window; grim-looking downtown city buildings; and a sidewalk curb with neon lights reflecting off a puddle and a plastic bag of takeout garbage strewn across.

On the left, bullet points follow.

about 100 million other characters. I legit have a spreadsheet

Everyone is capable of evil

Sins of the sire (father)

Never too late to start being a good person

Takes place  about 6 months before Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines

At least one more novel in the works

Subheading, 22/55 chapters written. Gonna start posting September 28.

End ID.

[cerastes]

Brief Summary of Luna’s God Damn Mess [spoilers of course, though it’s all in an event that probably won’t be rerun for a while, and that’s never been run in Global or Asia servers]:

There’s this place in the Eureka continent, on which our main story HAS NOT taken place yet, called Wintenberg. It’s famous for dragonslayers and for its war against dragons who live in the valleys.

One day, a dude named Straze (higher scope villain of E7) waltzed in with his Asshole Army and started causing trouble for both Wintenberg AND the dragons in the valleys.

Queen Francesca said Oh Fuck Dude and the dragons say Oh Fuck Dude so they join forces against this common enemy and thus PEACE is signed between humans and dragons, with the Queen allowing the dragons into the kingdom, and allowing half-dragons (such as Luna, born from a human father, a dragon mother, and a lot lubricant) to become knights.

But not all dragons liked this idea, especially the ones under the leadership of Ragnar, who hates hates hates humans. So those were not allowed in and the war continued against those, resulting in a 3-way war.

ENTER LUNA, who became inseparable with Cecilia, the Queen’s daughter. Luna fervently believed that if they could get rid of dragons that opposed this peace, humans and dragons would finally be able to live in peace :)! So she trained and trained alongside her bestie Cecilia in order to become a knight and realize this dream.

However, this is Epic Seven, so we can’t have things such as ‘joy’ in this house.

One day, Straze and Francesca had a 1v1 and it lasted forever, it was some Gilgamesh vs Enkidu shitfest, like three days swinging at each other. They couldn’t clinch it and decided to back off and try again another day. However, the fight was so intense that all of Francesca’s equipment broke. The same happened with most of the army’s weapons. 

Luna and Cecilia are like “Your Majesty/Mom, shit’s fucked”, but Francesca is like “do not worry, my lily white daughters, for I have a plan”, and this greatly reassures Luna! She’s so glad to hear this that she goes into the valleys to hunt for Ragnar just in case they want to launch an opportunistic attack on Wintenberg after this melee.

Luna fights with Ragnar, who tells Luna she’s really gonna regret helping the humans. She kindly asks him to shut up and perhaps die. Luna beats him but he retreats. Oh well, next time! However, when Luna returns home, she finds her panicked sister, Yufine, freaking out because she can’t find their mother or any other dragons.

(Clarifying Intermission: Luna and Yufine are half-sisters. Luna was born to a human father and a dragon mother, making her a half-dragon, whereas Yufine was born to the same mother but with a dragon father, making her full dragon).

Queen Francesca tells Luna “oh yeah all the dragons just pussied out and ran back to the valleys”, which Luna found hard to believe, as she didn’t buy that her mother would betray the humans like that, given she also had fervent wishes to live in harmony with the humans of Wintenberg and mama was no bitch!

COME NEXT MORNING, Yufine is missing.

Ohfuck.mp4

Luna goes back to the valleys and finds her!

:)!

Cradling their mother’s bloodied, brutalized corpse.

:(.

Ragnar is also there, and explains that it was none other than Queen Francesca that did it.

:(.

And then he explains that the land that is now Wintenberg used to belong to the dragons long, long ago, and that some humans came and begged the dragons to let them use the land, offering part of their livestock as payment. The dragons were super chill and kinda thrilled to make contact with another intelligent species so they said sure thing bro and so they settled.

And so the humans multiplied and no one dared fuck with Wintenberg because, you know, dragons. All was well! 

Except this is Epic Seven and things can’t be well.

Humans eventually got greedy and poisoned the livestock that they gave to the dragons, weakening them and then killing them in cold blood.

Then, they took their scales, claws, and eyes to forge armor, weapons and magic items.

:(.

Then humans used Propaganda and painted the dragons as evil.

So basically, Queen Francesca’s plan was to murder the dragons to take their scales, claws, and eyes to replenish the armor, weapons and magic items they lost in the war with Straze.

Starting with Luna’s mom.

:(((((((((((((((((((((((.

Luna decides “well I guess I am going to murder the fuck out of my personal hero and my best friend’s mom now”, and so she returns and acts as if nothing had happened, all the while preparing to strike.

And the chance presents itself not long after. Queen Francesca, still feeling the effects of the fight with Straze, is ambushed by the Luna drunk on hatred, and Luna defeats and kills her, tearing her body apart as she did with her people’s.

Luna rolls a nat 20 and is not found out.

Luna’s not had enough, however. All related to her must pay.

Luna, Cecilia, Rose (a dragonslayer) and Nemunas (a dragonslayer-in-training) are hunting down one of Ragnar’s lackeys one day, Lucius, and Luna says “OK GANG LET’S SPLIT UP,  I’ll go with Cecilia over to that conspicuous cliff, Rose and Nemunas will cover that patch of grass over yonder really far away from us, and Scooby and Shaggy will lure the monster into our trap”.

Everyone agrees because Luna is nice.

Big Mistake.

When they are near the edge of the cliff, Luna goes full Heihachi Mishima and Electric Wind Godfists her off the cliff.

I want to remind you that Luna and Cecilia are the bestest of friends and are explicitly described as “inseparable since childhood”. Luna just drops her. Luna has submerged this hard into despair and hatred.

Yufine knew something about her sister was off, so she tailed them and tried to stop Luna from doing Cecilia in, but is too late.

Rose and Nemunas however weren’t too far and rush in to confront Luna for this.

Luna Mishima uses the Electric Wind Godfist (623B) to knock both of them down the fucking cliff too.

Yufine tries to stop Luna’s Super Smash Brothers Power Hour and fights her.

During the fight, she missteps and also falls of the god damn cliff.

Well.

And the direct results of this are:

We have no idea where Luna is and what she is doing currently, but it can’t be anything good, going by her voice lines, which are dripping in hatred and a lust for further revenge.

The ones thrown off the cliff ended up hitting a Chaos Gate which sent them to another continent, Ritania, where the main plot takes place so far.

We have no idea where Nemunas is.

Rose ended up meeting Tenebria, an Acolyte of the Archdemon, and pledged her loyalty to her strength. This directly leads to her appearance in Chapter 10, where she fights against Ras (the protagonist), juices herself up on magic steroids, loses, and possibly actually fucking dies (and permadeaths ARE VERY MUCH A THING in Epic Seven).

Yufine is amnesiac and lost in Ritania.

Cecilia is alive but lost as all hell for a while, and mostly takes to adventuring on Ritania, becoming something of a folk hero.

Rose might be super dead, though.

So yeah, Luna.