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vaultdwellerbarbie · 5 months ago

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happiness is a butterfly

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cooper adams (trap)/f!reader (5.5k wc)

summary cooper keeps his promise to return your security clearance card after escaping police custody

content warnings smut, unsafe sex, morally dubious main character, mentions of murder and violence, guns, not really cheating but still kinda cheating i guess, dark i guess but everything is consensual

i know that this is like a twisters blog but i needed to get this off of my chest i don't have any other blogs sorry to everyone who has my post notifications on i'm in love with josh hartnett fun fact. i actually giggled out loud in the movie theater when he took his shirt off it was kind of humiliating. this is named after the lana del rey song, but has notes of velvet crowbar and dark but just a game too.

When you and everyone else you worked with were informed that Lady Raven’s show was going to be used as a rouse to catch The Butcher, a man who had been keeping everyone you knew awake well into the night for quite some time, you weren’t so sure that you were equipped to handle the responsibilities that you were being given.

Most people, when asked to picture a security guard, didn’t picture you. You weren’t intimidating, physically or in terms of your personality. You were rather disarming, but that unassumingness made you an asset because you were equipped to handle threats, you could fight back if need be, and you knew that most people would feel comfortable enough around you to not worry about doing something wrong like they would around a big, strong man.

That was the whole point of your role at the arena, you were undercover security. If you needed to take someone down, you were able to do so. If you needed to call something in, you were able to do so. It wasn’t exactly a unique position, plenty of security personnel worked in plain sight. Up until that meeting, you weren’t even so sure why so many people in your life were so concerned that you were putting yourself in danger.

You’d claim that it’s ‘really not even more dangerous than being a secret shopper at Target’, and for the most part, you never really got put in super dangerous situations. You were allowed to escort people off the premises, and if someone did get a little aggressive, there was often a way for it to be handled without you getting hurt. There were so many procedures in place that you were never worried.

It was difficult to not be worried when you were told that you were going to take part in taking down a serial killer, someone who you knew was killing people indiscriminately. Someone who you were being told was partially your responsibility, as security detail. When you were given your card, you felt as though it was going to play a part in your life in some way. You were just under the impression that way was something simple, though. It was important because it was going to be there during a day that you could tell your family about for years to come, surely?

Not so.

He was tall, charming in an awkward way, devilishly handsome, and one of the best sexual encounters that you had ever had in your life. You couldn’t forget the way that he pressed you against the wall, the way that he touched you wherever he pleased but wouldn’t let you even get a taste of him beyond one fleeting kiss when you agreed to lend him your card for the day. He had promised that he would get it back when he was certain that he was safe, and at the time you were too charmed by him to actually process what you were doing - who exactly you deemed it appropriate to get finger-fucked by at your job in return for him taking your one-way ticket throughout the arena.

The promise that he made you to return your card was never fulfilled, and when you saw on the television that The Butcher had been apprehended, you knew that it never would be.

There was a sick feeling in your stomach. You knew that you had willingly helped The Butcher, Cooper. But it didn’t really matter, did it? He was apprehended, he wasn’t going to hurt anyone else, and the young man that he had kidnapped had survived the encounter. Lady Raven never made it to her second show, the one that had sold out to begin with, but even she had made it out alive.

Still, that sick feeling grew - because you were almost disappointed.

Not disappointed that people had survived, it wasn’t that you thrived on chaos and wished to see more violence. You were disappointed because you wanted more from that encounter, you wanted to feel more than just his fingers, you wanted him to fulfill that promise that he had made to you to return his card. That promise had come with a lot more implications than just returning something that you weren’t going to need for work anymore now that he was caught. It made you feel sick because you knew who he was, what he was capable of, and you still found yourself wishing that you could feel his fingers digging into your hips again. You wished that you could touch him, at least once. It was so very wrong to wish something like that about him now that you knew who he was - but did you not know before?

Glancing away from the glow of the television in your dark room, you raised the fabric of the tank top covering your upper torso. His fingers had dug into your skin harshly, it almost felt like the ghost of them still existed on your skin even though you knew that couldn’t be possible.

A knock at the door shook you from your thoughts, but you were certain nobody should be knocking at this hour. Leaning forward, you opened the drawer of the coffee table and grabbed the small gun from inside of it, work-issued, something that you really weren’t supposed to fire when you weren’t on the clock. They should understand if you were about to be potentially murdered, right?

Standing up, you peered through the peep-hole only to find the one person who you were certain couldn’t actually be there. But he knocked again, and you were almost sure that he had somehow made eye contact with you through the hole in the door.

“How did you figure out where I live?” You asked, opening the door and letting him in before anyone could see what was happening. “And how are you here? I saw on the news that you were in custody.”

“Well, I was in custody.” He held up a small metal object, it looked like one of the spokes from a bike that he had bent. “I got out.”

“And my address, how’d you get my address?”

“You left your wallet sitting out, figured I’d return it to you.”

You watched as he pulled a wallet out, and it was unmistakably yours. How had you not noticed that you didn’t have your wallet? It must have been the chaos of the day. When the concert ended, you were all briefed and asked to go home, but you knew that there was more that needed to be done once it was over. You were supposed to return for the second concert once they had done a sweep of the building to make sure that nobody was hiding out in there, but that had never happened.

“I shouldn’t have let you into my house.” You acknowledged, taking the wallet from his hands and tossing it behind him onto the coffee table. “But I did.”

“You did. Why?”

“You made a promise, I figure it would be the gentlemanly thing to do to keep your promise.”

Cooper hummed in agreement, pulling the small white card out from his pocket and holding it out for you. Just as you went to grab it, he pulled it back. “I’ll give this back to you, but I want something in exchange.”

“What’s that?”

“How much did the news actually tell you?”

“Just that you were apprehended, that you have a family.”

“It was my wife who turned me in, I can’t go back to that house. I can’t hide away with my children, I can’t even see them again.” He looked angry, you could see that, but his anger wasn’t with you. “I can’t run away because they’ll just look for me, but you…”

“Cooper…”

“They won’t suspect that I’m with you, they don’t even know that I know you.”

That much was true, he had pulled you into an area with no security cameras. You had already been there, and even if they questioned you, you doubted that they were actually going to be able to figure out that you’d been working with Cooper in any capacity. Still…

“That’s a terrible idea.”

“How so?”

“Well, I don’t have any clothes in your size, so I’d have to buy those. I don’t have enough food for two, or anything for you to shower with. It would look really weird if I all of a sudden had a bunch of ATM withdrawals or mens clothes on my bank statement since they have you entering a room I was in on camera.”

“I’ll give you cash.”

“Alright, fine. But what if they come here?”

“Why would they come here?”

“At home visit. This is the FBI, they’re thorough.”

“They’re not going to come here, I walked into a lot of rooms with a lot of people. I doubt that they’re going to interview everyone, and there were no identifiers on the card you gave me.”

Glancing back over at the card, you knew that he was right, but there were still flaws.

“You’re going to get caught, and then we’re both going to be put in jail. Someone gave you a card, they know that much.”

“No, they knew that I had a card. I could have stolen that from anyone, I stole a clearance pass from someone - is he under investigation too?” He stepped forward, holding the card out for you. There were a lot of different ways he could have played this, and you weren’t foolish enough to think that he actually liked you as a person - this man just wanted to lay low and survive, even though you had been told that he wasn’t the type of person who really wanted to survive to begin with. You could only imagine that he was driven by pure spite, but by god were his manipulation tactics working. “I won’t hurt you, I promise. You can see that I’ve kept my promises to you.”

“Yeah, with conditions.” You replied, but you doubted that he was going to kill you. Unless something randomly snapped in him, you had done nothing to provoke him and he, technically, needed you. He couldn’t go out in public, and he really needed to lay low. Killing you would cut off any resource he has, and he would have to come up with some way for your neighbors to not get suspicious. Cooper wouldn’t be stupid enough to kill you even if he wanted to, since you were so willing to comply with him for some reason that you couldn’t quite figure out. “What do you gain from this?”

“I live, I fuck Rachel over just like she did to me.”

“The anonymous tip was her, wasn’t it?”

“It was.”

“Right.”

Sighing, you fought with yourself in your mind for a few moments. This was wrong, incredibly wrong. This man was a serial killer, he had done awful things. You had a gun and you could kill him, he couldn’t fight back in time when he had nothing to protect him. At the very least, you could incapacitate him and call police. It would be the right thing to do, the moral thing to do. Yet, when he looked at you, you couldn’t help but remember the feeling of his hand on your hips, of his fingers inside of you, of his brief and taunting kiss. You wanted to do the moral thing, but you couldn’t do it.

“I’ll help you.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. I knew you’d make the right choice.” Taking the card from his hand, you glanced it over before setting it down.

“Do you want something to drink? I have water, lemonade, whatever. Make yourself at home, I guess.” Glancing toward the living room, you moved to turn the television off, figuring it probably wouldn’t be advisable to have the news on anymore. Flicking the light on, you pointed toward the hallway. “I’ve got a small house and I live alone, you can sleep on the couch. My room’s back there.”

“I’ll take a water, and the couch will be just fine.”

Nodding, you walked to the kitchen and grabbed him a bottled water, but the couch couldn’t be right, you wouldn’t be comfortable with it. “Couch isn’t fine, you can sleep with me.”

“What’s wrong with the couch?”

“I have a giant sliding glass door, I’m shocked you didn’t just break in.” He finally turned to look at it, it was very close to your couch. “I’ll work on covering it up, but you’re just going to have to sleep with me.”

“My pleasure.”

Your heart beat sped up for a second, but you brushed it aside and handed him the water, your fingers brushing his for a second. You couldn’t have sex with him, not tonight anyway. You wanted to, desperately, but your mind was running a mile a minute and you were certain his was too, considering. Everything about this felt like a fever dream, you were harboring a serial killer fugitive in your home for what reason? Because he was hot and good with his fingers? It was shameful, sinful, but not enough that you could stop it from happening.

“Promise me again that you’re not going to kill me.” You said, walking him to your room and opening up the drawer where you typically kept your gun at night. Though you lived in a relatively safe area, you were always rather cautious. Supposedly. Maybe it wasn’t very cautious to let a known serial killer lay low in your home.

“I promise I’m not going to kill you.” He stepped closer to you, his thumb on your chin as he tilted your head so you were looking into his eyes. There was a coldness in them that contrasted the naturally warm brown color that his eyes had, it probably should have turned you off. You were pretty sure it was impossible for you to be turned off by him, though. “Do you believe me?”

“I believe that you kinda need me for at least a little while, so yes.”

“That hurts.” He replied, and for just a moment you wanted to smile - he was kind of funny, but you weren’t sure that he was trying to be funny.

Cooper’s movements were swift, it was as though he was sealing his promise with a kiss just as he had the last one. But this one was deeper, much longer than the kiss that left you yearning for more in the supply closet where you had forgotten what you were even looking for. The feeling of his hand on the small of your back urged you to move closer to him, his taut frame pressed against yours in a way that made you forget every pesky worry about safety and morality. Cooper’s hand ventured lower, a gasp escaping your lips upon feeling him squeezing your backside.

But he pulled away, and he actually had the nerve to laugh at you for pouting before sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“You’re gonna need to strip, you’re not sleeping in my clean sheets in your outside clothes.”

“These aren’t even my clothes, I took them.”

“That’s even worse. I’ll get you new clothes tomorrow.”

“Are you sure you don’t just want to see me strip?”

“I do want to see you strip, but no. Please?”

The rest of the evening was… uneventful. You should know, since you were awake for most of it.

Despite having the assurance of your gun being beside you, and knowing that logically there really was nothing this man could gain from killing you, you also knew that this was a terrible idea. He needed you for now, and probably for a little while, but were you just delaying the inevitable? People were going to assume he fled the country after a couple of months, and were you really even capable of laying that low for a couple of months just so he could kill you when he no longer needed you? But would he even want to kill you? He had the option to earlier in the arena, he had no idea at the time that it would have been shooting himself in the foot if he did. He knew that you would figure out who he was, and somehow he knew that you weren’t going to turn him in.

Even with the belief that he, at the very least, wouldn’t kill you for a while - was this right? Surely, no. He was a serial killer, he was surviving predominantly so he could kill someone who had wronged him. This wasn’t someone who was at large for robbing a bank to feed his family, this was someone who was at large for murdering people and who was hoping to kill one member of his family. Still, it struck you as interesting that it was only one member. He seemed to care about his children in a genuine capacity, you had seen him with his daughter. At the very least, he had a capacity for human emotion, but did that simply make him more dangerous than he already was?

Sleep didn’t come easy for you. If it wasn’t a worry that the man beside you was going to turn on you on a dime and kill you two months down the road, it was your moral arguments about how you shouldn’t have even let this man into your house - how the right thing to do would be calling the police now that he was asleep beside you. If it wasn’t that, it was thoughts of how gruesome the murders had been, and a morbid curiosity about why he had done what he had done and what had driven him. You’d heard the profile, you knew that it had a lot to do with how he was raised and the issues that he had with his mother, but you wanted to know more - you wanted to hear from his own mouth what it was that drove him to do the things that he did in the manner that he did them.

Eventually, you were able to fall asleep. Not that you slept for long, because just the slightest stir beside you caused you to wake up. But you did get a few hours of sleep, and those few hours translated into a sluggish day where you picked up men’s clothing and foods that you wouldn’t normally eat and hoped beyond all hope that someone you knew wasn’t going to be there. You were lucky that the arena was closed until further notice - with pay, thankfully - since it was still considered an active crime scene since Cooper was still at large.

When you returned back, he was still right where you left him and seemingly relieved to change into something that didn’t belong to someone else. While he took care of himself, you took care of dinner. It was odd enough cooking for two people when you were used to just being alone, but it was even weirder knowing what the person who you were cooking for was capable of. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to actually question if what you were doing was morally okay or not - it wasn’t. It was not morally okay, you had ample opportunity to turn him in without worry of being killed for doing it and you chose not to. And why not? Because he was hot? Because you wanted to have sex with him? What kind of reason was that? At some point, you really just got tired of arguing with yourself in your mind and focused instead on whether you were actually going to have sex with him.

Sure, he fingered you one time, but he did that so you’d do him a favor. Sure, he’d kissed you since then, but was that just a thank you for helping him? And, sure, he was driven to kill Rachel - but it wasn’t like he was technically divorced. Killing his wife was probably a lot more severe and permanent than divorcing her, but that didn’t necessarily mean that he was looking to have sex with someone who he had just meant. At some point, you had to consider your own morality in ensuring that - if that happened - it wasn’t solely because he wanted somewhere to stay.

Once you had finished cooking, you took the opportunity to install the curtains that you had purchased while you were away. It was true that you had a fence in your backyard, but it was also true that you were still worried that - being that you were on camera in the same room as Cooper - you were being monitored, or at risk of being monitored. You’d intended on getting curtains for the glass door anyway, some sort of worry about people peeping through the glass. Of course, you hadn’t accounted for purposefully letting the danger inside of your home and deciding to look past the amorality of it.

“Need some help with that?”

“I’m good.”

“Looks like you need some help with that.” Cooper moved with such ease, adjusting the curtains so they were installed in the right place. He was incredibly tall, and had no qualms with leaning so closely behind you that you could absolutely feel him pressed against your back. It sent a shiver up your spine, but that only made him lean just a little bit closer.

When he was finished, you would expect that he’d move away. Instead, you felt his large hands move down to your hips, your breath hitching in your throat as you watched his reflection in the glass. He could see you, he was looking right at you, and you wanted to stop him and remind him that you made dinner, but the feeling of his lips against your neck had you forgetting anything else that was lingering in your mind.

“You don’t have to have sex with me just so you have a place to stay, you know.”

“I had other ways of getting your help, I’m not looking for a favor.” He replied, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin on your neck. “Unless you don’t want to… but I feel like you do.”

“I do want to,” You replied, but turned around to face him anyway. He left his hands on your hips, not bothering to move away from you. He was so close to you, you could smell the soap that he had just used in the shower on him when you looked at him. “After we eat, I spent extra money on food for two.”

“After we eat, then.”

Cooper leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to your mouth, your eyes fluttering shut as you had a difficult time controlling your body’s unavoidable attraction to the man. Wetness still lingered on your neck from his mouth, and all you could focus on was how badly you wanted to look down and confirm that he wanted this just as badly as you did. But he pulled away, giving you exactly what you had asked for and joining you for dinner.

It was tense and somewhat awkward to sit down at eat with him, but it also seemed like something was was awkward for him, too. Not because he was thinking about you, or because he was even thinking about being on the run, but because he was used to eating meals with his children. Regardless of who he was, regardless of what he was capable of, it was inarguable that he cared about his children. You were certain that his mind was simply lingering on them, on what they were doing and what they were thinking of him at this very moment. Despite knowing that he was The Butcher, knowing that he really didn’t deserve much sympathy since he had made the decision to dow hat he had done, you still felt bad to see a man so desperately yearning to be with his children again. A yearning that you both knew was never going to be fulfilled because, even if he could find a way to get in contact with them again, it was unlikely that they were going to want to be in contact with him knowing what he had done, what he planned on doing to their other parent in an act of revenge.

By the time you were finished eating, the only thing you could think about was how badly you wanted the man sitting in front of you - and how badly you were sure he wanted to distract himself from whatever thoughts were lingering in the back of his mind. Trying to wash the dishes lasted about two seconds before he was behind you again, and this time you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything other than give in.

“Finish cleaning.”

“But-”

“Finish cleaning or we won’t do anything.” He responded, but made no effort to make it easier on you as he pulled your hips against his, the rather apparent evidence that he wanted this as badly as you did pressing against your ass as you tried your best to continue washing the dishes that were in the sink. “Good girl.”

“You’re a tease.”

“Just organized.”

You knew he was organized, you knew it bothered him if things weren’t clean and tidy. Each of those things were discussed during the breakdown of the profile of the man, so you doubted that he was going to be much different from that while living under the same roof as him even if it was only temporary. You had no qualms with washing your dishes and keeping your house clean, you simply took issue with it when you were trying to do a chore and had his mouth against your skin.

It took you all of two minutes - a personal record - to have everything cleaned and to have him turning you around and lifting you onto the dry part of the cupboard. You knew that he was strong, how else would he have been able to effortlessly lift the people that he was kidnapping? It wasn’t a shock to you that he would have no issue in placing you on your own cupboard, but you simply whined out a complaint along the lines of ‘I just cleaned in here the other day’.

“You can clean again, I’m feeling impatient.”

“You really should help me clean since you’re not paying rent.”

“Sounds fair.”

Cooper seemingly was being honest about being impatient, wasting no time in pulling your shirt over your head and undoing the bra that was hooked at your back. He had a lot more ease with that than even you did sometimes, but you chose not to think too hard about it as you felt his lips against yours. He pressed himself in between your legs, spreading them a bit wider than was entirely comfortable for the muscles in your thighs, but that slight apprehension was entirely forgotten the moment you felt his hips grinding into yours.

A sigh left your throat, his hands complimenting the feeling nicely as he brought one to your chest, his thumb pressed against your nipple. He had quite large hands, but considering his overall stature, you weren’t very surprised by that. Your own hands got a bit adventurous, moving to undo his pants while he moved back slightly so you could do what it was that you wanted to do. Cooper helped you remove them, but you noted that he didn’t allow his pants to fall to the floor - that must be something that bothered him.

“Please take your shirt off.”

“Since you used your manners, I’d be happy to oblige you.” He responded, taking the shirt of but very neatly setting it down beside you. Your eyes locked on his, that familiar darkness still lingering in them as he looked at you. Bringing a hand up, he let you explore his torso, the warmth of his skin contrasting the coldness in his eyes - even when he seemed to be doing something intimate, there was never much warmth behind them. Not when he looked at you, anyway - you’d noticed that he looked very warmly at his daughter during the concert, it was something that made him stick out to you in the first place.

“I really need you to fuck me.”

Cooper huffed out a laugh at your bluntness, but wasted very little time in helping you get your pants undone and pulling them down your hips along with your panties. You watched him as he set them into a neat pile with his shirt, the coolness of the counter underneath you making you move a little bit closer to him. But any coldness that you still felt was gone soon thereafter. The head of his cock pushed against your clit first, a whimper leaving your lips as you felt him teasing you.

“So fucking wet, have you been thinking about this all day?”

“I’ve been thinking about this since yesterday.” You admitted, but you were certain that he knew that.

“I have too.” He responded, pushing inside of you a moment later and giving you very little time to process what he had said. Leaning forward fully, Cooper supported your body so you could press against him. He set a brutal pace, giving you very little time to adjust to the stretch of the size of a man of his stature. It was painful at first, but that pain was soothed by the feeling of his mouth against yours, by the sound of his moans filling your ears and reverberating against your lips.

The pain melted away into pleasure rather quickly, fingers absentmindedly roaming his body before settling on his forearm.

“You’re taking it so well, honey, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me.” Whatever thoughts were plaguing his mind were quickly forgotten as he pounded into you, and any remaining apprehensions in your own head were gone just as quickly as his were. “If I had time yesterday, I would have bent you over in that supply closet. You would have liked that, wouldn’t you?”

“Fuck- I would have-”

“You’re sick for fucking me, you know that.” He was taunting you now, and he seemed to be getting off on it - in a weird way, you were too.

“I know.”

“But you love it anyway.”

“I do- feels so good.”

“I know, I know it does baby.” His taunts faded into coos, but his tone was still teasing and his hips were still snapping against yours with reckless abandon. Everything felt overwhelming, him inside of you, filling you more than anyone else ever could. His hand squeezing that part of your hip again, his hot breath against your lips - your breaths and moans fading together, and the feeling of the friction against your nipples as your chest was pressed tightly against his. It was all too much, but somehow not enough; you really couldn’t get enough of him. “But now I can have you whenever I want, isn’t that right?”

“Yes-” You let out a squeal at a particularly harsh thrust, a coil building in your stomach as you felt one of his hands roaming down your skin before he pressed a finger against your clit. “Whenever you want.”

“Such a good girl, I think you deserve to cum. You’ve been so accommodating, so sweet.”

“Please-”

Cooper’s finger sped up against your clit, your eyes shutting and your head falling against his chest as he brought you over the edge. He let you ride out your orgasm before pulling out to finish against your stomach, bringing his fingers down to collect the cum on your skin. Your eyes felt clouded over as you opened them, gazing into his that were also still blown out with lust. He watched as you took his fingers into your mouth, his own lips slightly ajar as he took in the sight of you taking the taste of him onto your tongue.

“Let’s get you into the bath.”

By the time that you had finished your shower - a shower that was riddled with mistakes as your legs were just a little bit shaky, he had placed all of your clothes into the washer and had seemingly dug through your drawers to find you some pajamas. It was definitely not the polite thing to do, but you weren’t sure what you expected from him.

This issue with him was, as you got back into bed with him and let him hold you - which, you weren’t sure if it was more for you or for him - was that he was so normal. You knew there were things wrong with him, but he appeared so normal and tame that you were almost able to forget them. But you knew about them, you knew what was wrong with him and you knew that you were just as bad for hiding him from the police, for allowing him a place in your life even though you were well-aware of the awful things that he did, the awful things that he was planning on doing in the future.

Yet, as you felt his fingers brushing through your hair and the warmth of his body against your own, there was no part of you that wanted to change the decisions that you had made regardless of the risk and amorality of it all.

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caitchercatlady · 3 months ago

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Sleeping Over at Ramshackle w/Ace

Ace would pretty much find any excuse to have a sleepover with you at Ramshackle dorm. He envied how you were a single freshman with a huge, yet rickety, dorm all to yourself. Granted that you had Grim to keep company, you were still a singular human in a big building nonetheless. As the Prefect, you had the greatest benefit in not having to deal with a super strict Housewarden.

Having Ace come to your dorm with a collar around his neck was one thing. Having Ace freely come to your dorm with a full bag ready for some fun was a pleasant other. Other than his essentials, his overnight bag was loaded with a bunch of magic trick equipment, which included the required deck of cards. For the first hour, Ace pleasured his hosts with a bunch of tricks that he'd been working on back at Heartslabyul and between class breaks. Grim could never get over how one simple scarf can become tied to a multitude of them tied together with one scrunch of Ace’s fist.

Then, a few simple rounds of blackjack quickly turned into a game of how Ace was able to cheat his way into winning as the dealer each round. Seriously, with every single game that you had played with this guy, you had become more used to figuring out how Ace was able to do it, despite your inability to produce and conjure magic yourself. Ace had become more slightly annoyed at that, but at the same time he was more so impressed.

After two and a half hours of fun gaming, Ace went to go take his shower. You knew by then that the heart mark that Ace always wore on his eye wasn't actually a real birthmark, but that didn't mean that you were getting more used to his bare face at night. Once his evening wash was done, he caught you in the middle of setting up his guest bed. Instead of asking to help you with that, he insisted upon himself to finish the job. As you straightened out his sheets, he patted on his own pillows. When Ace was done with that, he looked back at you, noticing that you were staring.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Ace asked as if he had been transfigured into a lopsided rabbit.

“Sorry. I didn't mean to,” you replied. “It's just that I'm not used to you without your heart makeup.”

“Oh, you thought it was a birthmark?”

“I'm not too familiar with folks who are from the Rose Queendom.”

Ace scoffed. “The only people born with any birthmarks in the Rose Queendom are the people born to the Royal Family. Any common person born with a shaped birthmark means that something weird has happened.”

“When you say weird, you really mean…”

“Exactly.”

Ace opened his overnight bag, and he pulled out two tops. One was a white t-shirt, and he threw it on over his torso first. The other was a red hoodie with an image of a card soldier army marching on the front, which he donned over the t-shirt. Ace had explained to you that he got cold sleeping at night, so wearing layers always made him comfortable. You knew how Ace would tease you if you made any comments about the clothes that Crowley provided you, which was only the bare basics. You were grateful to get spare blankets as gifts from friends, but in the deep of winter, sadly, it wasn’t enough. You envied Grim for having fur to protect his little self.

“Are you going to be alright there?” Ace questioned.

“As I can be,” you said. “Why are you asking all of the sudden?”

“Part of me thinks that room gives you the heebie-jeebies.”

“I've had months to get over that.”

“Well you know me. If you ever need a big strong man…”

Chuckling, you playfully punch Ace in the arm.

However, he wasn’t all that wrong. With the lights out, Grim was snoring to the side as usually, and you were staring up at the ceiling, counting the tiny cracks. You had been twisting and turning, trying to ignore the breeze. Your fretting comes to an end when you get a whisper at your door.

“Hey, Prefect.”

You turned over, and there stood Ace, slightly hunched over. “What are you doing up?” you questioned.

Ace sighed. “I couldn’t sleep. I had a feeling you’d be up.”

“That’s so unlike you.”

He admitted that it wasn’t really fun to sleep in separate rooms. At Heartslabyul, he was used to having the company of Deuce and two other roommates. If he ever wanted to say something, he’d have three other sets of ears. In a spare guest room, Ace didn’t have anyone. Ever since gaining a friendship with you, Ace didn’t like being separated in the same building.

With that said, you opened your heart and allowed Ace to take the right side of your bed, which had always been empty. He graciously took your offer and immediately snuggled up against you. When you asked why he was being so hasty, he quickly replied that he was going to guard you from the cold. He thought you would appreciate it. Though you didn’t say it, little did he know…that you did.

#twisted wonderland #anime #twst #disney #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #birthday #birthday series #twst wonderland #twst birthday #ace trappola #ace trapolla x reader #heartslabyul #twst ace #twst ace trappola #twst ace x reader

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the-offside-rule · 23 days ago

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Jude Bellingham (Real Madrid) - Baking Challenge

Day 5 of Christmas

Prompt: Baking Challenge

25 Days of Christmas

The camera blinked on, and the familiar hum of festive music filled the air. You grinned as you stood beside Jude Bellingham, Real Madrid’s rising star, while Y/n's teammate, Carla Camacho, and her partner in crime for the day, Kylian Mbappe, prepared on the other side of the kitchen.."Hola Madradistas!" Y/n greeted the camera, waving enthusiastically. "Today, we’re bringing you a special Christmas challenge. Jude and I-" She nudged him with her elbow, causing him to chuckle. "are winning." Jude flashed a smile to the camera. "Oh yes. I don't bake but Y/n’s the pro, so I’m in good hands."

"Good hands?" Carla quipped from across the kitchen, raising an eyebrow. "I think you’re just here for the entertainment, Jude." Kylian joined in with a playful smirk. "And to hold the GoPro, right?" He winked at Y/n, knowing Jude's role was likely going to be more decorative than practical. She rolled her eyes playfully. "Exactly. Jude is the GoPro holder and maybe, maybe he’ll help me mix a few ingredients if I trust him enough." Jude looked at the camera in disbelief. "Wow, thanks for the confidence, Y/n." Jude teased. "I’ll do my best!" Jude leaned closer to Y/N, wrapping an arm over her shoulder with an exaggerated smirk. “Anyways, on this side, we have the winning team: Y/n and, of course, yours truly, Jude Bellingham.”

She rolled her eyes dramatically but couldn’t help the giggle that escaped. "And on the other side, we have the ‘try-hard’ team. Kylian Mbappe and my amazing teammate Carla Camacho." Carla waved enthusiastically at the camera. "We’re not just trying, we’re winning." Kylian, ever the competitor, crossed his arms and smirked at Jude. "Just so you know, Bellingham, we’ve got this." Jude laughed, nudging Y/n. "Let’s just say baking’s a bit… out of my skill set." Y/n turned to him, eyebrows raised. "That’s putting it mildly, Jude. Just… try not to ruin everything, okay?"

With the introductions done, the card with their assigned task was handed to both teams. Y/n’s eyes scanned the instructions as she tried not to laugh at Jude’s confused expression.

The crew counted down until the time started. 3....2....1....start! Jude knocked a jar of untensils almost immediately, casuing the pair burst into laughter as she pointed to the camera in front of them. "Haven't even started and youve messed it up!" She grabbed the card detailing the challenge and ingredients. "So, we’re making a Christmas cake." She announced to the camera, holding up the recipe card. "Sounds simple enough. Jude leaned in, squinting at the ingredients. "Uh, you sure about that?" Y/n ignored him and quickly divided the tasks, aware of his limited experience in the kitchen. "Alright, Jude, I’ve got an important job for you." His eyes lit up. "Yeah?"

She grinned, grabbing the GoPro from the table. "You’re going to be our cameraman. Just film the process, and we’ll be fine." Jude pouted, but his playful energy was undeniable. "Seriously? That’s all I get to do?" She nodded. "Out of order, that is." Jude chuckled and took the stand of the goprop, adjusting it like it was some highly technical piece of equipment. "Alright, babes. What are we doing?" He said with a wink, focusing it on you. Carla laughed as she and Kylian began grabbing their ingredients. "You’re giving him the easy job, Y/n! Thats cheating, no?" The crew agreed. "Trust me, it's for the best." Y/n replied, already sifting flour into a bowl. "If you guys wanna be home at a respectable hour, you'll let us do our thing and let them do their's." Jude faked a look of offense but quickly turned his grin back toward the GoPro, focusing on her with it. "Right, filming duties it is. I’ll make sure to get your good side, Y/n." He added cheekily. "Every side is my good side." She retorted. Jude was taken back by that answer and looked over to the main camera. She couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head as she concentrated on her task. "Just don't mess this up, Jude. The cake is what matters."

Although Y/n and Jude's side seemed chaotic, things were moving slower. Jude, holding the GoPro a little too close to his face, was narrating their every move in an over-the-top commentator voice. "Here we see Y/n expertly cracking eggs. Will she succeed, or will it all go horribly wrong? Stay tuned!" Y/n tried not to laugh, her focus on measuring the butter. "Jude, please! This is serious!" Jude leaned in with the GoPro. "Very serious, indeed."

As she measured out the ingredients, Jude leaned closer, whispering. "I feel like we’ve already won this. No one’s gonna even notice what the cake looks like when we’re the one's making it, right?" Y/n bit back a smile, glancing at him. "Yeah, but I’m not sure we get extra points for flirting." She grinned. "Maybe we should." Jude shot back with a wink, making her laugh harder. "Alright, focus!" Y/n said, waving a spoon in front of him while trying not to blush. "We’ve got a cake to make."

Carla, already working diligently with Kylian, glanced over and raised an eyebrow. "Is anyone baking on your team or just flirting?" Kylian chuckled. "You know, Carla and I might actually win this thing at this rate." Jude pointed the GoPro at them, narrowing his eyes. "We’re strategizing over here, thank you very much. Y/n’s just multitasking better than you lot."

"Right." She said, holding back a laugh as you stirred the mixture. Jude kept panning the camera over her shoulder, making silly commentary every few minutes. Y/n had to pause multiple times, either because she was laughing too hard or because Jude distracted her with another one-liner. At one point, he leaned in closer. "You’re really good at this, you know? Maybe I should let you take charge more often." She playfully nudged him away. "I always take charge. You’re just here for moral support." He grinned. "I’m killing it at that part, though, right?"

"Sure." She giggled. After a few more moments of him joking around, Jude finally set the GoPro aside and asked. "Come on, let me do something."

Y/n looked at him cautiously, hesitating. "Can you?" He handed her the GoPro, not even giving her an answer. "Can I mix? I'm not a complete idiot." He scoffed. "Okay, you can mix the batter. But don’t break anything, alright?" As Y/n filmed, Jude gave his own commentary. "So, the technique Im doing bere is clockwise and then anti-clockwise because...science, I think." Y/n sniggerwd behind the camera upon hearing his reasoning. "And I'm moving the bowl too because by doing this, it'll get more flavour. Camera-girl, am I right, or am I right?" He asked. Y/n turned the GoPro to focus on herself. "He's just in his own little world. I'm taking a well deserved break and-" She was cut off by the glass bowl falling onto the ground and shattering, the whole batter now on the floor. She turned the GoPro to Jude, matching her equally shocked face. "Jude!" Y/n gasped, wide-eyed. Jude’s grin slowly returned to his face, both embarrassed and stifling laughter. "Okay, okay, I can explain!" Y/n shook her head, trying not to laugh but failing miserably. "You had one job, Jude. One!"

From across the table, Kylian and Carla paused, watching the scene unfold. Kylian smirked. "Mate, what is that?" Jude raised his hands in mock defense. "It’s not my fault! The bowl just slipped!" Y/n, still chuckling, grabbed a new bowl and shooed him away. "Alright, new plan. You’re officially banned from anything breakable. Just… film again." Jude picked up the GoPro with a guilty grin. "You know I’m more of an production guy than a baking guy, right?"

"Trust me, I’ve noticed."

Despite the chaos, Y/n managed to mix the cake batter smoothly. She poured it into the tin, with Jude’s constant commentary keeping her laughing. "And now, the queen of baking herself, Y/n, swoops in to save the day, as always." After what felt like a small miracle, the cake was in the oven. Y/n turned to Jude, giving him a light shove. "You’re lucky I’m good at this." Y/n said exasperated into the camera. "I’m just here to make you look even better." He teased, leaning in closer, his playful smirk never leaving his face.

decorating the cake as the finishing touches came together. After some strategic placement of holiday-themed decorations and a light dusting of powdered sugar, you stood back and admired your creation. It was no masterpiece, but it was festive and definitely presentable. "Done!" She announced proudly, and Jude zoomed in with the GoPro. "Look at that! That’s teamwork right there." He said, though most of the work had been her own. Carla and Kylian also finished around the same time, presenting their cake, which was surprisingly neat. The four players gathered in front of the camera again for the big reveal.

As the teams presented their final products to the camera, Jude leaned in close to Y/n. "See, I didn’t ruin everything. Y/n smiled, shaking her head. "You came pretty close." Carla glanced over and laughed. "Alright, moment of truth." Jude said, still holding the GoPro close to your cake. "Who did it better?" They tried one another's cakes, both acty ending up very well. "Well, I think you two win for most… entertaining, at least." Carla smiled. Kylian nodded along. "But if we're talking about overall, I think we all know the answer here."

"No, no, no." Y/n interjected. "Our cake is festive and cute, and most importantly, edible." Jude nodded enthusiastically, pointing at the camera. "Yep, edible is key. And look at that snowflake design. Pure artistry from us." She turned and arched a brow at him, making the other two laugh. "Anyway, we win for sure."

"No, you don’t." Carla laughed. "Carla! Te golpeaste la cabeza o qué? Así es como se supone que debe saber un pastel! Try it again!" The trio laughed as Y/n grantically fed her teammate another piece. "Not bad, right? Even with Jude just filming!" Jude laughed, finally dropping the GoPro and grabbing a fork. "Hey, I helped with morale! And filming is harder than it looks!"

As the camera cut off, Jude leaned in close, his voice low. "Next time, I promise I’ll actually help bake." He said. "Good." She replied with a smirk. "Because I’m not carrying you through every challenge, Bellingham." He chuckled, that familiar playful glint in his eyes. "You know you love it."

#football imagines #football #football blurbs #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x y/n #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham fanfic #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham drabble #bellingham #christmas fanfic #christmas fic #christmas #christmas imagine

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simp-ly-writes · 2 months ago

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Hii

I dont know if you write for Alex tran ?

If you do could you write one with Alex and reader were the reader also works at smosh.

I dont have a specific idea so i would love if you could just write something cute and fluffy. Thanks

Dating Alex Tran Headcanons

Pairing: Alex Tran x gn!Partner!Reader

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, established couple and fluff... thats about it!

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST

─ · · A/N: Sorry this took awhile, I had to do my research but I hope this isn't too bad!!

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↳ You and Alex were dating prior to you joining him at Smosh when the opportunity presented itself. You already worked in the entertainment industry as a production assistant to a Late Night Television Show but you could image how repetitive that became after awhile so you jumped ship as soon as you could

↳ At Smosh, you and Alex constantly "umm, actually-ed" each other when it came to set days, it became a battle of the nerds and the cast was all ready to grab popcorn and watch. Arguing (lovingly) over game rules and what you both wanted to see happen in the video while also ensuring they kept on track

↳ You combing back his hair in between shoots, you both sending one another memes throughout the day and you both have each other on your phones home screens

↳ Your texts to one another are a mixture of screenshots for work or quoting tweets you found to the latest gaming new albeit board or digital. (If anyone tried to read over your shoulder, they would be ultimately unable to know what the hell you both were talking about)

↳ Going on double dates with Shayne and Courtney outside of work, from going to the arcade, karaoke, or just a simple dinner, you both loved spending everyday together, every hour.

↳ You both definitely plays boardgames together, testing them for the Games channel while also both trying to cheat and get the other one not to catch on. Friendly competition never hurt anyone in your relationship

↳ When the office gets cold, you can often be seen stealing one of Alex's hoodies while running around equipment between sets

↳ You both go to conventions together and buy matching merch for your favourite animes, games, and pop culture references. (You both also fanboy/girl over your favourite voice actors, your walls are covered by photo-ops of you two with them striking various poses)

↳ Don't even get anyone started on your shared Magic the Gathering card collection, it is both your prized possession and you love to show off the books on your coffee table back at your shared apartment.

↳ You both get ready beside each other in the morning and grab breakfast from the cafe down the road before carpooling to the office. You also both grab coffees for one another throughout the day

↳ Everyday when you both go home, you put on random youtube videos to play in the background before cuddling with one another and falling asleep before one of you wakes you both up to move towards the actual bed.

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─ · · TAGLIST: @lisiliely @missflufffanfics

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multiwreckedmess · 2 years ago

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February Filth Fest - Day 5

Pairing: Lee Know(Minho) x fem!reader Kink: Dacryphilia WC: 1.5k Summary: Minho is the classic best friend who hates all your boyfriends. He’s always had a good reason to hate them, you are just always late to see it. TW/CW: Dacryphilia, possessive Minho, break up sex, unprotected sex, pull out method, surprisingly soft? no pronouns used but reader has fem genitalia.

You looked like a drowned cat and maybe that’s why Minho let you into his apartment that night. Umbrella forgotten at the movie theater, mind preoccupied with disbelief. You didn’t stop running for the whole ten blocks it took you to reach his building’s alcove, fully equipped with a new video buzzer. Panting and shaking and dripping you rang his number and prayed that he was home snuggly on a Friday night rather than out on the town.

You were buzzed up without a word from him. Unusual but appreciated. Normally he’d play a back and forth game with you as though he didn’t know who you were before pretending to reluctantly let you in, much to your embarrassment. This time he didn’t even say hello, just the heavy thud of the lock deactivating answering your call. The apartment door was cracked open for you, one of his orange cats greeting you with a loud meow before trotting to the kitchen.

“Minho?” You could barely keep your voice from wobbling. Adrenaline wearing off you grasped the wall of the entryway for support. “He’s a fucking asshole Minho you were right. You were right. I was dumb. Tell me you told me so. Come on, get it over with.” The man appears, two bottles of soju in hand, no glass in sight. Giving you a once over he frowns, “you’re wet.” “It’s raining.” “Ah. I see.” He disappears only to reappear with a pair of sweats and a shirt throwing them at you with little ceremony. “Change before I gloat, you look depressing.” You sniff and giggle. It’s remarkable how sobbing and laughing feel so alike to your diaphragm. The kick of muscles forcing air out of your nose and mouth, the only difference is the ache in your heart.

In his bathroom you gingerly peel off your wet clothes and lay them over the safety bar in the shower to dry. Tipping your head over the tile you fluff your rain matted hair and check the reflection. Pitiful. Dark ring of mascara covering your undereyes, lashes heavy with retained water. Or tears.

A soft knock at the door. “Hey,” Minho’s voice reverberates from the other side. “Everything fit okay?” “Oh, yeah,” you swing the door open. He’s propped against the frame casually, nearly nose to nose with you. You jump a little. “Boo.” He smirks and hands you your bottle of soju. “Tell me, what did this one do?”

Minho had an annoying habit of prognostication when it came to your love life. It started when you’d first introduced him as you best friend to your latest fling. The strong handshake, the set jaw, the forced smile, all indicators that he was jealous and controlling. Minho smiled back. They hated each other. Minho knew the fling would pull the “your friend or me” card on you and end it. The next guy was no better, Minho hated his sleazy smile and immediate fallback to “bro code” as if they’d been friends longer than you and he had. This current boyfriend he just flat out hated. He told you he hated him. He didn’t like that when you talked your boyfriend would look at his phone more than you. He thought he was rude and arrogant and told you not to trust him.

“He cheated Minho. He’s a fucking cheater.” Your heart sinks down into your stomach. Brushing passed Minho you collapse into his overstuffed couch, another small brown cat comes to investigate you. Minho swigs his soju. Legs pulled into your chest, fingers pulling and stretching the cuffs of his sweats. “They look good on you. Keep them.” “Did you hear me Minho? I caught him. In the fucking movie theater with some bitch. Can you just, I don’t know, tell me how dumb I am and that you knew it from the beginning and get it over with please.” Your words bounce off of him, face blank, staring straight at you. He knows it’s not the right time, in fact it could be the worst time but he can’t help it. He’s already a bottle into the night and you look so cold and pathetic. “You look really pretty when you cry.” Somehow it doesn’t sound so bad when he says it. “Your eyes are really sparkly and your nose is cute and red,” he continues kneeling by the couch. “I knew he’d cheat on you from the first time we sat down for drinks. I’ve hated him since that night. I’m glad he’s going to be out of your life.”

Every word feels sharp in your ears, ringing painfully all the way to your chest and burrowing in your throat. Biting your lip you nod, “okay, yeah. You’re right.” Scooting behind you he pulls you into his lap, head to his shoulder. It was a familiar position, familiar circumstance. You fall into him easily, seeking his warmth and strength.Your warm breath fanning on his neck, small hiccups shaking the both of you, how your fingers curl around the cotton of his black tee shirt, it’s the small moments where his heart wants to take care of you most. “You’re dumb for wasting your time on him. On all of them.” “Make it not hurt anymore Minho, please,” you look up, eyes red and puffy, into his and plead. “I hurt so much.” His lips catch yours, “okay. If you trust me. I will. I’ll take care of you.” Nodding your nose brushes his, your lips meeting again softly. “I do. I trust you.”

Holding your waist he adjusts you to face him, sunken into the couch straddling his thighs. His heart beating wildly he gulps, “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.” “I know.” You let his arms swallow you whole, losing yourself to his kiss. Rough calloused palms run under your borrowed shirt along your back. Each kiss places a patch over a wounded soul. One to your throat, one between your breasts, one for each of your wrists, even leaning you back to kiss your stomach. He maps your invisible scars with his fingertips, all the battles he couldn’t fight for you, all the times he regretted not saying something sooner. “Fuck me and make it hurt,” you demand in a whisper. “I need to hurt.” “No,” he wants to elaborate. He wants to tell you that you’ve hurt enough. That you don’t need more physical pain to feel like what you are feeling is valid. But he doesn’t, slowly stripping you both of your sweatpants. “Please,” your voice is small and whiny. “Is that how he fucked you?” “No.” “Then no.” Minho slides two fingers in your spread pussy, stopping your chatter with his mouth on yours.

Every movement feels slow motion. The slick sound of you hips rocking into his palm, thumb brushing over your clit. Minho touches you like you could break easily in his arms. Kisses you like he was trying to catch a floating bubble on his lips. Even sliding down on his dick felt easy and smooth, slotting in like you were made for him. Fully seated with him inside you melt over his chest, chin on his shoulder.

It’s the most complete you’ve felt in years. Sticky sound of skin peeling off of skin as you rock into each other and breathe. He smells sweet and spicy, familiar and warm. He holds you to him as he moves more quickly, fucking up into you, chasing your whimpers and sighs.

Minho can feel your walls flutter and clench around him,your thighs growing tired you crash down onto him hard, forcing him deeper and closer. He keeps pace as you squirm and whine unintelligibly. “That’s it, let it out. You can let go. Let go for me okay? You’re safe.” He whispers, encouraging softly to contrast the brutal snap of his hips.

“Mmhohkay, Minho- I-”

Groans forced from your body with each stroke you feel it again, the overwhelming tightness in your chest that spreads and blossoms up to your throat and down to the tops of your thighs. The heat between you is all consuming. You need air. Leaning back onto his thighs, fingers clawing his biceps, air rushes into your lungs. Minho already has one hand at your clit to make up for the loss of friction, pressing against it with his middle and ring finger making small harsh circles. You cum violently, pent up with rage and sadness, sobbing and swearing and shaking.

“Too good, Minho, it feels-it’s-” your voice is rough and shaking with each syllable. He loves it. He loves how destroyed you are. Destroyed in the way you should be, racked with pleasure until you are broken and his.

His. The thought circles and wraps around his brain like a cobra. Minho cums with a strained high grunt, slipping out of you and spraying his release on your tummy. Globs of pearly white streaking your skin. Despite the mess he scoops you up back against his chest. Kissing and coddling you as you vibrate in his arms. “Whose tears are these?”

“Yours Minho.” You smile and wipe your cheek.

He rubs his thumb under your eye, collecting remnants of mascara and tears. “No more crying for anyone else.”

This was a lot softer than i expected to write him. I just didn’t feel like writing him too mean or rough this time even though generally i like mean!minho.

#lee know smut #stray kids minho smut #lee minho smut #skz minho smut #minho smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #february filth fest

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merchant-wizard-and-jerry · 10 months ago

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“Hello, I’m the friendly wizard _____. My name got taken by a fey prince but it hasn’t really hampered my life. Anyways I am new to this wider wizard community and would like to get along. I have a magic book, a cart, and a friend. His name is Jerry, he is a fungus colony that has taken over my magic book and acts sort of as my patron. He…is a little weird but great fun.”

*sound of an explosion in the background, a book flys by being chased by goblin shamans casting fire ball*

“He is…”

“He is fine.”

“Anyways, I am here to sell goods and make a small profit. If you need something I’ll see what I can do : ) ”

“Also apparently I helped smuggle an amnesiac @fattocatto-wizard out of the city in my wagon. That was a shock, though he was just a cat.

Character Cheat sheet

( 3 currency to 16 silver crowns and 2 copper crowns)

(3 skulls to a coin)

(2 currency to 1 gold)

(100 currency to a 1000 grams gold bar)

(1 currency per 10 grams of gold)

(Current balance 89,359.250,001 currency, one penny, 23 meat pucks, 14 pounds, 2 gold coins one with Julius Cesar on it, 3 naturally-grown mana stones, 2 highly enchant able metal pieces, and one bar, 1 special bug corpse, 1576.5 gold, silver 18, 70 aus, 5kg silver, magic dirt house size. 24 counterfeit currency. Moss/lichen-coded bio stone. An inverse cold torch. 99 BG silver. EMERALD LINCOLN, GOLDEN CARROT, 200 SALTED MEAT DISKS, 200 POLISHED ROCKS, 82 FIGET SPINNERS!, A FULLY EQUIPPED LICH'S DUNGEON, and a cardboard box (magic black marble).” Invisibility stone, a bundle of drake feathers, quantum locked rock, raw gold. 9 Gold coming from the green goblin empire, 50 mushrooms, 92 secret society emblem. 5 trans enchanted gold coins, 2 skull coin, ancient lost civilization fragment, 5 glistening green metallic coin, 31 writhing bugs of gold, jade coin. Pile of gold coins and gold coin bugs, pile of shines from harpy, dust, quantum glass shards, bag of tooth shaped candy, 6720 candies from the festival, bag of holding money bag, 68 money bags, 500 flat Foxen, double sided dollar coin, 3 floppies, a Brahman horn, a medkit, a few candy bars, and an umbrella, 130 goblins eggs (goblin cooked chicken eggs.), 17 bars of pure gold, 1 crate of guns, temp singularity potion. 762 grasshoppers glow in the dark.Book on the formation patterns of natural portals - @serious-tabaxi. Edward Evandrian’s expired library card. Gems and frenicx mother gem and a junkarian leap amethyst. white mithril sapling. Timeseed, infinite note book, time tunnel. A nice gold bag. bag full of candied scorpions 💰, large gem stone. 💰 💰 💰, gems = 70currency. 1/3rd a gold bar. Compass map, it's keyed to the Island of Silence. N=10^7 menger sponge. 2416 shadow cloaks, 52 shiny stones. 20$, 3 gold coins 100 grams. Gummy worms. 100 journals of Ventus Asamuran, Last Peacekeeper of Har Aminas. car keys, box of a 27 rusted necklaces with warding spells. an amulet made of stone, with blue rectangular crystals growing out of it. 48 shiny stones, 30 currency worth of silver. 3 sets of custom made chips @crickled-thorn-thug. Gold potion It opens a portal to the realm of metals! It causes any land within 20 feet to be transmuted, temporarily, into a variety of metals. If left untouched, the land reverts after a day. If harvested, the stuff stays metal and can be used. It also causes uhh 20 gold peices to spawn, and anyone within the radius to get a bit of vertigo. Causes slight iron deficiency, for some reason. 23 bouquets of metalic flowers. They're grown beneath volcanic chambers, uses the heat of magma as a supplement for sunlight. Given their environment, they grow petals sharper than claws and harder than steel. They can be used for creating armours and weapons. one box of nightmare inducing Mac and cheese)

(Currently holding baby dire bunnies. A ring of mana (covers energy into mana. Only suitable if you don’t have mana)

(Jerry’s balance 13 gold, a fancy rock, 1 coin, flower petals (snacks for later), harpy eyes, feathers, vocal cords, and talons, a coin with @informis-the-many-faced on it, it is locked away for emergencies. bottle of magic mold rejuvenation powder, wooden key @crickled-thorn-thug)

(Warlocks of Jerry @fungal-boy-witch-yay @ignisuadaroleplay @life-is-okay-rn2 I think that is who it was…)

(Possessions - wealth stone, Antidote stone)

Owner of membership cards

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@the-final-knight-2

@confused-sorcerer

@bi-gender-sorcerer (+ 10% off for employee discount)

@the-mighty-dalob

@detectivewizzard

@goblin-wizard-in-the-making

@serious-tabaxi

@weltreths-wanderings

@ignisuadaroleplay (will)

@shittest-wizard-ever

@wizard-wylin-wylerian

@akronus-and-associates (the primordials)

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@hallowed-the-silver-gun

@jormungand-seas-champion

@crow-natures-wrath

@antros-ember-of-fear

@akronus-the-redeemed

@clockwork-time-watcher

@aldira-born-anew

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@wizard-ghost

@yeast-wizard

@crickled-thorn-thug

@sorcererest-sorcerer

@damnable-druid (+ 10% off for employee discount)

@informis-the-many-faced

@kittycatwizard

@gun-sorcerer

@crime-wizard-conglomerate

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Perks

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5% off all purchases

Special requested items

More favorable bartering

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#wizardposting #wizard posting #wizard #wizard tumblr #wizard shit #wizard island island

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diazsdimples · 7 months ago

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single dads au!!! ❤️

Hi Vicky!! Let me see if I can find a snippet of this I haven't shared before (or shared long enough ago that everyone's forgotten it fsdkjhfs).

Also as a brief reminder just because it has been years, Buck is a single dad to two girls (Carrie and Lily, aged 7 and 5), and Eddie also a single dad to Chris. This starts out initially pre-season 2 but goes through the events of season 2 and 3 as per canon, but with two tiny Evan Buckley clones.

“You’re so clumsy, Dad,” Carrie teases as she chucks her bag on the ground and kicks off her shoes, sprinting into the kitchen. “Hey, shoes and bag away nicely please!” Buck calls after her and Carrie slinks back into the hallway moments later, looking slightly sheepish. “And I was carrying your sister. I’d like to see you trying to open that lock one handed.” Unsurprisingly, considering she’s Buck’s daughter, Carrie takes that as a challenge. She swipes his keys from the counter and skips outside before Buck has time to yelp at her and pauses, hovering by the door. “If I can do it one handed, can I stay up with you tonight?” Buck sends her a flat look. “Carrie, it’s a school night. And how will I know you’re not cheating hmm?” Carrie puts on her best offended look. “I never cheat.” Yeah right. Buck’s seen her cheat at cards plenty of times. It’s an annoying habit she’s picked up from Chim. Buck sets Lily on the ground with a quick kiss on her head before turning to his eldest daughter, preparing himself for a stare down. Carrie is remarkably well equipped for a battle of wills, considering her age. “C’mon Carrie, I’m not letting you lock yourself out of the house. Come tidy your shoes, please.” Carrie pouts, jutting out her lower lip and creasing her eyebrows in the cutest approximation of puppy eyes Buck’s ever seen. “But Daaaaad!” she whines, “I just wanna see– “ She falters when Buck levels her with a look, one she’s seen many times in the past. When she was younger, she would push him even more and then would always be equal parts surprised and upset when he’d carry her into timeout. Now that she’s 7 though - practically an adult - she’s learnt that when Dad says no, he means it. “Shoes, please.” Buck repeats quietly, and Carrie immediately slumps, trudging her way back into the house. She’s got the martyr look down to a fine art, looking for all the world like a kicked puppy as she mooches back down the hallway to where her shoes lie scattered on the floor. She pauses to give Buck a hug, burying her face in his stomach and he smooths down her unruly curls. “‘M sorry” Carrie apologises, her voice muffled in his shirt. “It’s okay, thank you for listening.”

Tagging some friends who might be interested

@theotherbuckley @hippolotamus @daffi-990 @bidisasterevankinard @neverevan

@steadfastsaturnsrings @wildlife4life @elvensorceress (I haven't written for this AU in YEARS so I can't remember who liked it or not fsdkjhfs so lmk if you want adding or removing from this taglist)

#james answers things #james writes #single dads au #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 buddie #911 abc #buddie au #buddie wip

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doubleca5t · 10 months ago

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mtg nerds I am once again calling upon you all for assistance. I've decided to brew a new commander deck but I didn't leave enough room for lands so I need to cut about 10 cards to make this work. My gameplan is all about flooding the board with knights and cheating equipment into play

interested to see what you guys think I should cut, i feel like there's a few different directions I could go in

#mtg

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tailschannel · 1 year ago

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Bonus Missions, Snowdrift Sonic, and bug fixes in latest Sonic Forces Mobile update

With the release of the Apple Arcade exclusive Sonic Dream Team came a new patch for SEGA HARDlight's long-running mobile game, Sonic Forces: Speed Battle.

The new update, version 4.23.0, came with a new runner scheduled for future in-game events, several quality-of-life improvements, balance changes, and the introduction of Bonus Missions.

The developers also announced significant improvements to the mobile game's anti-cheat detection code, promising players to see "far less exploiters in races and on the leaderboards."

A look at Snowdrift Sonic

Snowdrift Sonic will be equipped with a speed stat of 10/10, a strength stat of 4/10, and an acceleration stat of 6/10.

Snowball - Give your rivals the chills with this snowy strike.

Gift Wrapped - Need some gift wrap? No problem. With this festive boost you’ll have your rivals covered!

Festive Forest - Plant trees to needle your opponents and a chance to treat yourself to a free gift.

Speed Battle players can collect cards for this festive runner between 19 to 26 December 2023.

Bonus Missions

Officially dubbed a "new and exciting way to gain cards" for Speed Battle runners, the newly unveiled Bonus Missions feature will allow players to collect cards for different runners every week.

Starting today, this week's bonus mission is to collect cards for Treasure Hunter Knuckles and Elite Agent Rouge.

Balance changes

Character balance changes were made for Mephiles the Dark and Rusty Rose in the latest Speed Battle update.

Changed "guarantee" to "chance of" x2/x3 for Mephiles the Dark's Stalking Shade,

Slightly reduced damage for Rusty Rose's Crossed Wires at all levels, and reduced chance of x2/x3 on Crossed Wires,

Updated upgrade text for Rusty Rose's Crossed Wires to correctly reflect final upgrade (increase to chance of x3, not x2).

Bug fixes

From SEGA HARDlight's official patch notes, bug fixes for version 4.23.0 of Speed Battle are as follows:

Fixed an issue with Darkspine Sonic powerups spawning behind him,

Fixed an issue with Zeena's blizzard bomb spawning behind her,

Fixed an issue with speed up/slow down trail items,

Fixed an issue where vault bonus box would show a cooldown despite not enough time left on vault to claim it again,

Fixed an issue where item slots locked by Booby Trap would unlock when taking electric damage,

Fixed issues with some item behaviour being different on networked clients: Whisper running through her own Pink Spikes made it cause no damage to other rivals; ISJ running through his own Trap Shot made it cause no damage to other rivals; and some projectiles, such as Psychic Surprise, instantly exploded when viewed on a rivals device.

#sonic forces mobile #sonic forces speed battle #sega hardlight #snowdrift sonic #knuckles the echidna #rouge the bat #sonic the hedgehog #sega #gaming #sonic forces speed battle spoilers #mobile gaming #sonic forces mobile spoilers #sonic news

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tilthedayidice · 8 months ago

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Tilly's Titillating Treasures! : A Baldur's Gate 3 Mod list!

Today's Mod list is various Item and Loot mods that add more variety to your inventory! Some of these will be stright up useless items, some sell for a good amount of gold!, and some will also be usable and/or equitable!

While I have your attention, here's a cool site to help Palestine, all you gotta do is click it daily.

All of the mods will add items to be found around Faerun, or for those who want instant access some can be found in the Tutorial Chest Summoning. This Mod allows you to summon the Cartilaginous chest found in the tutorial level, and mods that support this will be available in said chest during the tutorial, or can be summoned later in game.

Items

JWL One Man's Trash - Inconsequential Loot

Adds 45 Rare Useless items to be found scattered around Faerun. Each item sells for over for over 100 gold, value varies. There s no Tutorial Chest add-on, but it comes with an optional file to add JWL Sceleritas Fel's Coffers of Forlorn Treasures (Lootboxes) to the Loot table.

JWL Deck of Many Things

Adds 3 version of the Deck of Many things to the in game Loot Table. The 3 versions are Tarnished, Incomplete, and Deck of Many Things. You can draw a card once per Long Rest, and there are a total of 22 possible affects. You can find them in 3 separate locations in each act.. There is a Tutorial Chest add-on.

Gear and Equipment

Ancient Weaponry (104 random loot items)

Adds 104 Lootable Weapons to be found all around Faerun! Currently, the mod features: 25(10/9/4/2) daggers, 8(2/2/2/2) flails, 8(3/2/2/1) sickles, 21(11/6/3/1) shortbows, 30(15/10/4/1) shields, 12(6/3/2/1) handaxes.This mod pairs with Randomized Loot mod, unless you want the Tutorial Chest verion. (I would like it to be known I copied the weapon rarieties over thinking that color coding would copy too LIKE A FOOL!!!!!!!!!!! But i loved it enough i went through and did it anyways)

Ancient Armoury (50 random loot items)

Adds 30 Clothing and 20 Light pieces of equipable gear to find around in the Early Game. There is a Roleplaying and Cheat version of each. Comes with a Tutorial Chest add-on

Ancient Jewelry (110 random loot items)

Adds 110 pieces of jewelry to the in game Loot Table! From the mod page "from ancient wizards, necromancers, cults and kingdoms, meticulously crafted and with a history of their own." Each item is Equipable and comes with its own affects! Mod comes with two versions Roleplay and Cheat, Cheat is available in the Tutorial Chest!

Master's Cloaks (100 random loot items)

Adds 100 Equipable Cloaks to the in game Loot Table. Each Cloak has its own themes and affacts! Comes in bothe Roleplay and Cheat version. Cheat is available in the Tutorial Chest add-on.

JWL Discordant Instruments - New Equipment Slot

Replaces the Instrument Equipment Slot with the new Trinket Slot! Adds in over 100 new Trinkets, each with their own Abilities, Spells, and Affects! Comes with optional Tutorial Chest add-on.

Looting Systems

JWL Drop All The Loot

A personal favorite of mine, this mod makes all vendors who are killed.... well drop all their loot! Comes with an optional file to make them drop even more.

JWL Art Dealer

Makes art worth something!!!! Another one of my favorites! I hated picking up an immaculate painting ad finding out it was only worth 30 Gold. What the fuck man? Their weight is also increased and I think that's fair considering I sold 4 for like 2k Gold the other day.

JWL Sceleritas Fel's Coffers of Forlorn Treasures (Lootboxes)

Adds Lootbozes to be found around Faerun that contain random Loot. It may drop Weapons, Armor, Clothes, or Items. Some NPCs can drop these boxes as well. To claim your loot you break the seal! This mod does require at least one Plugin that supplies loot. Comes with optional file to not have Loot automatically equip. No Tutorial Chest add-on.

Randomized Equipment Loot v3

Makes the Loot you find around Faerun randomized. No one thing will ever be in the same place again! This is configurable with other loot mods as well!

No Empty Chests - More Loot

I really like the description for this one so here ya go "Changes all empty chests to have loot, ranging from trash to treasure" No Tutorial Chest add-on

Sorting

Bags Bags Bags

Adds 23 i containers that will automatically sort out your inventory for you. I will warn that it takes your Potions and Scrolls off your hot bar. They're still plenty usable in your inventory, but I would recommend keeping important scrolls and Healing Potions outside of it. Comes in the Tutorial Chest.

Preemptively Label Containers

Tells you if they're empty or not before you open them! Also tells you the number of items in your container, this mod gets a little confused when used with No Empty Chests.

Bags of Holding - Increase weight limit x2 x3 x4

Adds 3 Bags equipped in the Instrument Slot. Comes in 2x/3x/4x carry weight options. Does not seem to come with a Tutorial Chest add-on.

Simple Sorting Bags

Comes with 16 bags that will automatically sort out your equipment. You can find these in either the Tutorial Chest or with Thief Vendors.

Stackable Items

Makes all items able to stack. This can get a little annoying with matching armor sets or weapons that you're trying to equip onto other characters. Base loot stack size is increased from 20 to 100. Comes with a default highlighting option if you don;t like holding down Alt.

As always this post will be updated if I the mods update or I find anything new or interesting!

Sorry these mostly ended up being the same two guys... I didn't realize i had so many of their mods til i made this.....

Dividers made by @saradika-graphics !!

#mods #mod list #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #looting #loot mods #loot variety #long post #there's a link

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enemyoflactose · 9 months ago

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I finished Noah's Arc

My descent into villainy begins.

@lostsomewhereinthegarden wanted to be tagged in this one 💕

Voice acting:

I have no clue what any new characters sound like in the sub, so this 4kids performance only.

Noah: round of applause he sounds fantastic.

Gozuburo: he needs to sound more like he smokes

The Deep Sea Warrior guy: I forgot what he sounded like

Crump: he sounds weird

Johnson: Why is his voice so deep? Why is it so deep? He sounds like a big scary monster.

The robot: I wasn't paying attention to him

Lector: nice. I like his voice.

Dark Magician Girl: it's really annoying for some reason.

Flame Swordsman: hot voice

Serenity's deck master: I don't like it.

Characters:

Yugi: that sure is Yugi. He gets more screentime than usual and that's a nice change. I love his interactions with Téa after her duel, he's so sweet it makes my dumb shipper brain go crazy.

Yami: he sure does duel. He insults Noah a few times, and is mean to Kuriboh in his first duel.

Téa: QUEEN. If Kaiba didn't exist this would have been her season.

Joey: That sure is Joey. It killed me every time he thought of Mai. Bro wants her back so badly.

Tristan: he was robbed. He deserved to duel again.

Duke: this man is so fucking rude like what the hell? I love him tho he's funny and silly.

Serenity: this poor girl blames herself so much. It was not her fault that Tristan died. It was 100% Duke's.

Seto Kaiba: why is he like this? He's so cool.

Mokuba: precious baby wanted to forgive Noah so badly. He said they were family. He said Kaibacorp would help build him a robot body and they could be twins. I'm crying.

Noah: Why was his backstory handled better than the Ishtar's? Why? This is a filler character and I felt worse for him than Marik. Maybe it's because he's a better duelist idk.

The big five: they exist

Gozuburo: his love for Noah was so conditional, I hate this man. I'm glad he's dead.

Important note

Deck Masters are a thing. I like the idea of them.

Duels

Duel 1 - Yugi vs Gansly

Yugi chooses Kuriboh as his deck master and is upset about it because it was an accident.

Gansly is his own deck master.

Most of the duel is Gansly explaining the rules to Yugi and using cards that either don't exist, or are really bad.

Yuugi wins using Kuriboh, Rainbow Bridge, and Gaia the Fierce Knight to attack Gansly directly.

Duel 2 - Téa vs Crump

There was so much Téa fan service in this duel and before this and after this duel. It would have been distracting if this duel wasn't hype.

Téa picks Dark Magician Girl as her deck master, and Crump uses himself/Nightmare Penguin as a deck master.

Crump uses Penguin cards and cards like Cold Wave (Rest in Peace King) to gradually turn Téa into an ice sculpture.

Téa uses cards like Maha Vailo, some equip spells, and Mirror force to help herself, but due to still being a beginner mirror force gets destroyed.

Téa is getting guidance from Dark Magician Girl on how to duel, and ends up using Sage's Stone to special summon Dark Magician.

Téa wins the duel.

Also, Crump wanted to build a penguin themed amusement park, but that's not important.

Duel 3 - Joey vs Johnson

Joey stumbled into a court room after thinking he found his way back to the blimp. He was tricked by Johnson who was pretending to be Mai.

Joey's deck master is Flame Swordsman and Johnson's is Judge Man.

During this duel, Joey is using his deck master's special ability to raise his monsters attack points, but then they all get destroyed.

Now Joey is putting his faith in his gambling cards, but Johnson is cheating and making it so Joey can't use them

Noah catches this and calls out Johnson, but Joey says it's fine as long as he doesn't cheat anymore.

Joey ends up winning.

Duel 4 - Tristan, Duke, and Serenity vs Nezbit

I wasn't paying attention to this duel until Tristan died.

I still wasn't paying attention after he died.

Duke and Serenity win, but Nezbit got to take control of Tristan's body and now Tristan is Robot Monkey Tristan.

Duel 5: Kaiba vs Lector

This duel was too short.

Lector's deck master is Jinzo and Kaiba's is Lord of D.

During this duel, Lector is using cards like Jinzo and Imperial Order to make sure Kaiba can't use spells or traps. He also uses Injection Fairy Lily. I miss her. I miss my Lily.

Kaiba catches on to Lector's plan and makes him lose too many life points to keep Lily and Imperial Order on the field, then he summons Blue Eyes White Dragon and destroys a Satellite. I'm pretty sure 4kids censored this scene, because there was a weird jump cut from Blue Eyes attacking, to the debris falling.

Duel 6 - Joey and Yugi vs The Big Five

The big five are using Tristan's body to duel, and they're doing alright with early Umi Control. Then Johnson ruins it.

Yugi and Joey fuse their deck masters The Big Five fuse their deck masters.

Uhhhhhh

Yugi and Joey win and we never see the Big Five again.

Important stuff that happened

Mokuba got kidnapped and brainwashed.

Kaiba and the gang found out that Noah was Kaiba's step brother.

Noah is being really creepy to Mokuba.

Duel 7 - Yugi and Kaiba vs Noah

This duel is so long

Kaiba is really trying his best and is kind of winning, but Noah is reciting the Bible and using Mokuba as a shield so Kaiba loses because he is a hardcore reddit atheist and loves Mokuba.

Yugi calls Noah a hypocrite and combines his and Kaiba's deck.

Kaiba and Mokuba are turned to stone at this point.

Yuugi keeps talking shit and then Duke gets turned to stone. Nothing of value was lost.

Noah has to activate his deck master's second ability because Yugi destroyed the first one, and now Yugi has to fave Shinatu or whatever his name was.

Noah keeps raising his life points and he's using Spirit Monsters