#Grimm and Indigo

[evilfloralfoolery]

Lights, Leather, Action!- Part One

Cold-ridden, snzy stripper shit coming your way lol.

Grimm and Indigo are sent on an undercover assignment where neither knows the extent to other's role.

Imagine Indigo's surprise when he's dropped off at the local strip club and his lover is the fucking entertainment. Neither is allowed to break character. Neither can risk allowing their connection to each other to be known. But there's no rule that says they can't pretend to get to know each other as "strangers."

And Grimm loves a fucking challenge. And he's just come down with a the most horrible cold. However will he manage being a sexy AF "stripper" with something like that? -dramatic music intensifies-

Grimm's dance is done to this version of this song.

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“This is absurd.”  Indigo finishes buttoning his shirt and glances over his shoulder.  “Why would I not be informed of the details of this mission?”

“Because,” Grimm says. “You gotta pretend you’ve never seen me before in your whole goddamn life.”  

He gives his reflection the once over and tucks a wayward strand of hair behind one ear.  Typical black t-shirt.  Ripped jeans. Same old boots.  Yep, Indigo wouldn’t suspect shit. 

Well, except for the fact that he is currently nursing one hell of a cold.  Which Indigo is, in fact, all too well aware of.  The man had been watching him like a hawk all afternoon. 

When he wasn’t forcing Grimm to drink whatever gross-as-fuck tea he’d concocted. Not that any of it had done a damn bit of good. Grimm’s voice already had plenty of gravel, but this is a new level of rough depth.  Probably not a bad thing, considering just what he was about to do.  

The near-constant prickle in his sinuses surges to a sudden burn and he clamps a hand over his mouth to muffle a shuddering “Hhkg–UHhSSCHu! –uuhHKGISCCHHshu!”

Damn. Should've grabbed a tissue for that shit.  Maybe a towel. 

“Bless you,” Indigo says, his tone a mix of exasperation, concern, and plenty of “come fuck me now.”

Which would have to wait.  

He does, however, pass Grimm a generous handful of tissues.  Because this ain’t something a handkerchief handle.  Needs a “once and done” kinda thing. 

“Thanks, Indy.” Grimm gives himself a much-needed sinus clearing and tosses it into the trash without so much as looking. “Look, I gotta go.  Rex is gonna drive you out there.”  

Indigo says nothing.  Looks cross as hell.  Grimm smothers a laugh into his palm.  Yeah, no surprise there.

“I’d say ‘don’t worry about it,’ but you’re gonna.”  He grabs his partner by the front of his belt and jerks him into a tight embrace.  “I’ve been doing this shit my whole life. It’s gonna be fine.” 

“I know that,” Indigo mutter-hisses into his shirt.  “It is your health that concerns me.” 

More chuckling. “It’s just a cold, Indy.  I ain’t dyin’.” 

“Yes, yes.”  Indigo fists a handful of the black fabric, tilts his face up to get a better look at Grimm’s expression.  “Regardless of that fact, I would much rather have you in my care.” 

“Uh huh.” Grimm smirks.  “I just bet you would.” 

Before he can so much as protest, Indigo has tugged him into a kiss that has a fuckton of heat and zero concern for catching whatever Grimm might actually have. 

“Go on, then.” Indigo brushes Grimm’s hair away from his face.  “Do as you must.” 

Oh, he would, alright. 

Grimm pulls at the fabric of Indigo’s gray trousers with a decisive snap.  “Hope you don’t like these pants.” 

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“Rex, where in the name of the gods have you taken me?”

While Indigo is more than familiar with the city and all of its grandeur, this is just beyond its limits, somewhere on the outskirts verging on questionable territory.

“You’re about to find out.”  Grimm's associate shuts the SUV off and grabs his keys from the console.  “Come on. Just pretend we’re two gay-as-fuck bros out for a good time.”

Indigo huffs. “You cannot be serious.”

“I’m so totally serious.”

“Great gods.” 

While Indigo has never entered such an establishment, he is aware of its purpose the moment his foot touches the inordinately tacky carpet.

Surely not.

“Rex.” Indigo grabs his arm and presses himself against the other man’s body so as to be heard over the booming absurdity attempting to call itself “music.”  “You cannot be serious!” 

“You said that already.” Rex runs a hand through his black and blond hair and offers him a lopsided grin.  “Come on, Indigo.  I’ll buy you a drink.” He throws an arm around his shoulders and leads him through the crowd.  “A strong one.”

Well, he would need more than that to cope with the barrage of sensory nonsense currently assailing him. Strobing, multicolored lights. Headache-inducing bass thumping through his entire being. Carpet that looked as if it had been designed by an acid user.  Not to mention the hoards of screaming women.  And more than a few gentleman as well.  To use the term loosely.

And enough naked male flesh on display from both patrons and dancers alike. 

Despite being dressed in casual modern clothing, Indigo himself feels as if he is on display, given the lurid gazes of those in the crowd.

“Don’t sweat it,” Rex says. “They just think you’re pretty.” 

Indigo doesn’t inform the man of what he truly sees.  Amidst the sweltering throng of humans are Others.  At least one for every ten humans.  An inordinate number gathered here, indulging in the perversion of sexual excess and libations. 

Behind the rims of his glasses, his eyes flash brilliant blue but for a moment before he stills his instinctual overdrive. He is here merely as an observer. A “human” observer.

Is Grimm posing as some sort of bouncer?  It was not as if he hadn’t done that manner of work before. 

Rex hands him some manner of clear liquid in a shot glass which he does not bother to consume.  The level of alcohol it would take to so much as touch his consciousness would cause the demise of several grown men. 

It takes him a moment to realize that Rex has guided him to the front of one of several stages, which was absolutely not where he wishes to be under any circumstances.  

“What in the name of the gods are you doing?” He starts to stalk in the opposite direction, but Rex clasps his wrist with a firm, decisive grip.

“Nope. We’re standing right here.” 

Indigo shoots him a look that could freeze lava. “I think not.” 

The deejay’s voice booms over the sound system, announcing the end of one dancer’s routine and welcoming another to the stage.

“Alright all you ladies and gents out there, we’ve got a debut performer for you tonight and goddamn, it’s a good one. Make some noise for Remmington Wolf!” 

Indigo rolls his eyes. Honestly, where did these men find these ridiculous–

The raucous, sexual noise of guitars assaults his ears, but it is not the ungodly noise that stops him short.

No, that would be “Remmington Wolf” swaggering onto the stage, clad in leather and straps.  

Indigo’s jaw nearly drops before he catches his composure in the midst of crumbling.

Grimm. 

Grimm, strutting across the stage like he owns it.  Grimm, ripping that black tank top from beneath the straps that cross over his extremely naked and tattooed chest.  

And approximately one hundred screaming humans suddenly crowding the stage from every angle. 

Great gods.

Grimm drops to the floor, his hips grinding suggestively against a shadow of nothing, body undulating in ways that were never meant for public consumption. A shower of money and frenzied attempts at touch surround him.  The “leather” pants are suddenly gone, ripped from his body much like the shirt and discarded who knows where, leaving him standing in the shortest excuse for black spandex shorts Indigo has ever seen. 

And the boots.  Knee high and covered in straps and buckles that match the ones criss-crossing his chest.  

It is then that his gaze locks onto Indigo and he drops to his knees, crawling towards him some sort of lurid predator intent on the certain demise of his prey. 

Sweat beads Indigo’s brow at the sexual slink of Grimm’s approach and he stands frozen, unable to retreat or react. Grimm rises to his knees and reaches for him, hand tangling in his hair, the roll of his hips an obscene invitation. 

Screaming, hormonal madness in every direction. Grimm’s face so intensely close to his, mere increments from his lips, that lascivious smile curving his mouth. Energy crackles between them, unseen to those around them, but clearly visible to Indigo.  

Grimm is a fantasy of leather and sex, his body bending in ways that Indigo did not think him capable of. 

He pulls back and rises to his feet, his wandering touch focusing on one of the many women absolutely begging for his attention.  Just for a moment. 

Indigo doesn’t miss the hesitation in his stride, the way he suddenly ducks into the crook of his elbow, the unmistakable shudder of those broad shoulders. 

Once. Twice. Thrice. 

Heat suffuses his entire being as Grimm’s wandering gaze targets him and that cocky smile curves one side of his mouth.

The bastard.  The absolute great bastard!

Everything about his partner has been reduced to strutting, undulant carnal deviance. And all Indigo can do is stare at him like one of the slavering buffoons stuffing handfuls of money down those indecorous shorts.

The music tapers to silence and the audience emits a collective shriek of inane delight worthy of several pairs of earplugs. 

Somewhere above it all, the deejay is rambling whatever drivel comes after a performance, but Indigo’s attention is locked onto his partner who is currently at the opposite end of the runway-like stage, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair, laughing with raucous enjoyment over something a bouncer has said. 

It takes every ounce of control Indigo can muster not to part the crowd with his raging appetency and drag Grimm into the nearest corner and—

“You good?”  Rex nudges his shoulder and Indigo blinks, snapping back to reality.

“Yes,” he lies stiffly. 

Rex laughs. “No?”

Indeed not. Rex truly has no idea.

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Grimm pops the cap off of his third bottle of water and takes a deep swig. That had been a lot of damn energy.  Funny, because he doesn’t feel even a little bit tired.  

He should, though. Even if his cold was just some garden variety bullshit, that didn’t excuse him from the relentless symptoms.  

One in particular. 

He snatches a handful of napkins from the bar and barely manages to clamp them over his mouth and nose.

“---UHSCCHHHu! Hhh’uh-KGSSSCCHHuh!” 

Damn. Barely any warning. Maybe if it wasn’t so fucking cold in this place. A double whammy for sure.

He takes a moment to struggle into some actual leather pants, which doesn’t do a goddamn thing, but it doesn’t matter.  He’s got better shit to do.  

Making his way through an ocean of admiration is only moderately weird, but he’s interested in one particular target and that’s the one currently giving Rex an earful.  Fuck, he can only imagine. The kid is laughing, which probably isn’t the smartest thing, but at least Indigo doesn’t look too pissed.  “Frustrated” is definitely the best word for that look.  He’s seen it pointed at him more times than a firing squad.

As if sensing his approach, Indigo ceases whatever he’s dishing out to Rex and turns to face him, expression neutral, posture proper but deceptively normal.

Grimm isn’t buying it. Not for a second. 

He adopts all of the cocky bullshit he can muster and puts a deliberate swagger in his stride. 

Rex excuses the hell out of himself before Grimm reaches the edge of the table where neither Indigo nor Rex had actually sat, leaving Indigo to fend for himself against whatever advances he might make.  That is, if he tried to do that shit. 

“Hey.” He tosses his dark hair over his shoulders with all kinds of ridiculous finesse.  “Saw you watching.  You like what you see?”

Indigo arches one perfect eyebrow with such an air of boredom, Grimm almost buys it.  

Almost. 

“Perhaps,” he says. 

Hmm, he’s good. 

Grimm steps closer, the fingers of one hand grazing the sleeve of Indigo’s shirt with a feather-light touch. “You got a name?” 

His partner does not so much as flinch. “I do, but you may call me ‘Ice’.” 

Grimm almost chokes on the laugh that bursts out of him before he can even do a damn thing to stop it. “Hmmn, okay, Ice.” He lowers his head just a touch, a gleam in his eye. “Guess you heard who I was since you couldn’t take your eyes off of me.”

“I believe I missed it,” Indigo “Ice” says.  Like he’s so goddamn disinterested, he can’t stand himself.  

Well, now. This shit is gonna be fun. 

“Remmington,” Grimm says. “You think something that long will fit in your mouth, Ice?”

Indigo lifts his chin. “I suppose it would depend on if you prefer ‘Remming’ or not.” 

Did he just . . .

Grimm leans against the column beside the table. “You’re a real smartass, aren’t ya.” 

“You are not the first to accuse me of such a thing.”

Maybe Grimm would have said something equally smartassy back, but standing under an AC vent has won over a spicy comeback.  And this is way better.

He brushes a knuckled finger against his nose with a cringe, makes a show of standing there for a moment, fights against it with more visuals than necessary. Indigo’s gaze is cool and steady, his posture now straight, but not rigid.

Grimm’s expression begins the descent from brash to desperate, his breath hitching with an uneven, almost ragged stammer. 

“Hhh-huuh!  Hhuuh. . .! UHCHSSHu! Hkgh’UHSSCCH’u! —Uhh-KGSSSSSH!”  

To hell with covering. He leans to one side and gives Indy the full fucking show, right down to the full body shiver.  Which he can’t help anyway, but fuck it.

“Goddamn,” he says with a shake of his head. “Fucking freezing in hee-hhhuh! Hh–NXGT–shhuh!” He leans against the support pillar with a thick, congested sniffle.  “Fuck. Excuse me.” He flashes Indigo a lascivious smile. “Might have a cold or some shit.” 

“Bless you,” Indigo says with such polite indifference that Grimm laughs like a stupid asshole. “Perhaps this would be of some use to you?”

The icy bastard waggles a folded handkerchief at him, holding it between two fingers, and Grimm smirks. “You won’t want it back when I’m done with it.” 

“I had no intention of wishing for its return,” Indigo says.

Grimm takes a step towards him, his fingers sliding to clasp the thing, but caressing the edges of Indigo’s pale hand in the process, taking his time to pull it free of the proffering grip.  

Just in time, too. Grimm buries his nose in the folds with a dramatic disaster of an encore, doing nothing to stop himself from unleashing hell from whatever the fuck his sinuses are doing right now.

“UHHKGSSCH!-UHSSCHu! UHH-KGISSCHHUu! Good goddamn.” 

Indigo’s expression softens just for a split second and Grimm nudges the tip of his dress shoe with one boot. 

“Bless you,” Indigo says, the frost in his tone warmed for the briefest instant, a context clue no one but Grimm could possibly decipher. 

“Thanks,” Grimm says. He barely manages to stop himself from saying “Indy.” He recovers with another, more subdued nose blow and pockets the handkerchief.  “Wanna buy me a drink?”

Indigo “Ice” chuckles with a thread of something wild.  “I suppose I might.” 

(TBC....)

[enby--ghost]

y'all wanna see my list of "fictional men I want to kiss"?

too bad, here ya go

Mollie Macaw is an honorable mention because she is not a man, but i still want to kiss her

if your fav isn't here, feel free to yell at me

[riverofjazzsims]

Hanging out with Indigo & Grimm Reaper

[nox-is-simming]

Two deaths in as many days is enough to make anyone dare to fight Grim.

[prokopetz]

I've got 50 cents in my steam wallet. You seem to know a lot about indie games. What's a good Metroidvania or RPG in that price range?

Unfortunately, there is not a single metroidvania or RPG on Steam I'd actually recommend that is both non-free and currently going for less than fifty cents – all of the paid ones cost at least a buck. I've got a bunch of free ones you can check out, though:

A Game with a Kitty 1 & Darkside Adventures (metroidvania)

Alien Squatter (RPG)

Astra Hunter Zosma (RPG)

Bloody Hell (metroidvania)

Custodian: Beginning of the End (metroidvania)

The Dark Egg (RPG)

Deep Night Detective - Chapter One (metroidvania)

Dispersio 2 (metroidvania)

Eldtritchvania (metroidvania)

Eternal Senia (RPG)

Ex Vitro (metroidvania)

Franzen (RPG)

Grimm's Hollow (RPG)

Hare Apparent (RPG)

Heart of Enya (RPG)

Heroine's Quest : The Herald of Ragnarok (RPG)

Janosik - Highlander Precision Platformer (metroidvania)

(Throwing a break in here because Tumblr's goofy maximum-characters-per-text-block limit is weird about link URLs.)

Last Chance in Xollywood (RPG)

Lockheart Indigo (RPG)

Lorera (metroidvania)

Moonlaw (metroidvania)

Moonring (RPG)

Nocturne: Prelude (RPG)

Princess Remedy in a World of Hurt (RPG)

The Rainsdowne Players (RPG)

Regenesis (RPG)

Saira (metroidvania)

Soma Union (RPG)

Soulscape (RPG)

Towards the Pantheon (RPG)

Void Pyramid (RPG)

Wienne (RPG)

Weird and Unfortunate Things Are Happening (RPG)

Xenosis (metroidvania)

You Have to Win the Game (metroidvania)

As noted, all of these titles are available for free at the time of this posting, so they will not help you spend your fifty cents.

[darksaiyangoku]

RWBY: Grim Tales

Bargain

Blake could only watch in horror as Jaune was stabbed through the heart by Adam's blade. Seconds felt like an eternity as he was pushed to the floor and his once vibrant blue eyes had suddenly turned dull. She screamed out his name, crawling to him in desperation.

Blake: *reaches to Jaune* Jaune! No! Please. *shakes him* You can't do this to me. No. Please no. *cries* Jaune!

Blake looked at Adam and raised her hand. A small, purple coloured magic circle appeared and a panther-like shadow beast emerged, lunging at him. Adam scoffed and simply cut it with his sword. Blake momentarily left Jaune and drew her tantō, whispering a spell to enchant it. It glowed purple and she charged towards him. Her attacks proved fruitless, as Adam's swordplay was devastating, yet refined. Each blow she tried to land was effortless parried. Seeing an opening, he grabbed her by the throat and hoisted her up.

Adam: Did you honestly think that you could beat me with that pathetic excuse for magic?

Blake: Ack! Y-You monster! *stabs Adam's arm*

Adam barely had a reaction, not even a flinch. Instead, black liquid began to seep out of the wound and seemed to shift. It began to crawl up and down his arm, slowly enveloping him until it spread all around his body and transforming into jet black armour. Blake was horrified.

Blake: Adam... what have you done?

Adam: *chuckles* I have surpassed the weakness of humanity. I offered you a share and what did you do? Cast me aside like I was nothing. But I don't need you or the White Fang anymore. I'm part of a new era, one where I'm promised the rightful title of ruler among you and the Faunus.

There were no words left for Blake to say. Her best friend, her brother, was gone. It may have Adam's face and voice, but not his soul. For the first time in her life, she felt truly defeated. Adam grabbed the tantō from his arm and stabbed Blake right in the abdomen.

Blake: AAAAAAGH!!!!

He threw on top of her dying husband and slimy, black wings protruded from the back of his armour. As flew off into the night, Blake reached to Jaune's cheek and stroked it.

Blake: Forgive me, Jaune.

* * *

The voice of Blake was ringing in Jaune's ears. He tried to open his eyes, but he could feel an intense, burning heat that kept them shut. Blake's voice began fading and in its place was a deep, sharp growl.

???: Jaune.

Jaune: Wha? What the-?

???: Jaune Arc.

Jaune: Who are you? What's going on?

???: Open your eyes.

Jaune slowly opened his eyes and found himself in a dark, desolate landscape. Volcanoes were erupting and the sky was a deep red. Surrounding him were all types of Grimm, hungry and itching to kill. Jaune jumped back and tried to reach for his sword. But it wasn't there.

Jaune: What the hell? Where's Crocea Mors?!

???: Even if you had it with you, I doubt you'd be able to fight all of us by yourself.

Jaune turned around and saw a large, indigo dragon-like man sitting atop a black, bony throne. The Grimm growled gently and all bowed their heads to it. Jaune couldn't believe it. He was the presence of the progenitor of Grimm.

Jaune: Y-You're the God of Darkness.

GOD: Indeed I am. Though you'll forgive my curiosity as to why a man of your virtous character ended up here. You're far from perfect, but you hardly belong in the Land of Darkness.

The God of Darkness stood up from his throne and approached the young man. Jaune slowly backed away, terror coursing throughout his body. The dark dragon stared deep into his eyes with intense focus, not even blinking once.

GOD: Oh... now this is interesting. In your heart lies vengeance and a deep desire for bloodshed. Oh we could use that *chuckles* Someone has wronged you.

Jaune: I... I... I remember being stabbed in the heart. By... *gasps* Adam!

GOD: I know him. One of my finest soldiers. Or at least he used to be. *walks to throne* Tell me, boy, how much do you desire Adam's head?

Jaune clenched fists. He thought back to all the times he and Blake were pursued by Adam. Countless deaths of innocents had followed him, including that of the White Fang. To see him betray his own family like that, who raised him, cared for him and taught him the ways of a Magic Knight, made Jaune furious. And now he had taken him from his beloved wife and son. Tears ran down his face.

Jaune: I'll do anything. Anything.

GOD: *smiles* I see. I can offer you a chance at revenge, a chance to see your family again. But, I require something in return. You must serve me. You must become my Grimm Knight, slaughter my enemies and become my weapon! *clenches fist* In exchange, you shall be stronger, faster, more dangerous than you will ever become with your pitiful human magic. Will you do it?

Jaune: I will! Whatever it takes, just promise me that I'll see Blake and Anthony again!

GOD: It shall be done. But swear your loyalty to me first.

Jaune didn't hesitate to bend the knee.

Jaune: I Jaune of House Arc, hereby swear my loyalty to you. I will be your weapon to vanquish all who stand before you. I will be your servant of darkness. I will make Adam pay for what he did to me.

The ground below him cracked and hundreds of small tendrils latched onto him, piercing bits of his skin. Jaune grit his teeth as he tried to bare the pain. The tendrils shifted into dark armour and his chest bore an emblem of a dragon's skull. Jaune's once luminous, blonde hair had now become white as a ghost.

GOD: You now serve me. Rise, Wyvern.

Jaune rose his head and gave a threatening, guttaral roar. His journey to retribution had begun.

[trashytoastboi]

Day of Eternity - Solomon

~Spicy Sin-Ario F! Version~

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> Female version

> Word count: 1,754 words

Warning: NSFW (Aphrodisiac use, Teasing, Overstimulation, Cowgirl, Toys)

Solomon buzzed around his work bench, humming off key to some song he’d heard and blending it with another. Singing the lyrics a bit disjointed and having a good time nevertheless. He lifted the small beacon to his eye to judge the colour and consistency. He sets it back on the table and adds a little something extra, noticing the hue change from a deep indigo to a light pink. He tilted the beacon until a drop fell to his finger and he tasted the potion in question. Solomon licked his lips after sampling the latest creation. Noticing a honey-like sweetness, his body shuddered and grew hot. Such effectiveness from a single drop, it might have been his best one yet. It is perfect and he couldn’t wait for {Name} to try it out. After all {Name} is his apprentice, his girlfriend and on occasion; his test subject. 

Solomon made a pretty grimm from selling a variety of things to the demons in the Devildom, notably his biggest client base happened to be the many succubi and incubi that resided there. He is quite the salesman for lotions, potions, tools and toys. However before selling something Solomon needed to test the efficiency of things. He’s confident in his skills and knows they’re great with the security of no side effects. These tests were mostly for the smaller details and knowing who he should market the products to. So like any other day when Solomon would invite his lovely apprentice over for testing he’d give a brief rundown in person. {Name} trusted whatever Solomon gave her, seeing that nothing had never been dangerous and was easily assured. The sorcerer placed a small vial of pink liquid on the table, {Name} noted the colour is rather eye-catching. She popped the lid off and drank the liquid, her mouth filled with instant sweetness and dissipated with a candy aftertaste. Solomon watched closely for any instantaneous reactions “How is it?” 

“It tastes good”, Solomon chuckled at her response when he meant to specify the effect, however he’s glad to know it’s a pleasant taste. Bitter medicines weren’t all that favoured. “Do you feel anything yet?” he questioned, looking at the grandfather clock in the corner to record the time. He made his first adjustment note-  shortening the time for it to work. A few more minutes pass before {Name} feels a dull tingling throughout her body. She sighs “This is another aphrodisiac isn’t it?, of course this wasn’t the first aphrodisiac he’d had her test and taste, nor would it be the last. “Mhm, but this one is special” Solomon moves a bit closer to {Name}. “I worked on the effect of amplifying the body’s sensitivity.” {Name} nods, trying to sound out any difference between the last aphrodisiac and this one, “It doesn’t feel much different-” her sentence is cut off by Solomon closing in for a kiss and the contact sent a violent electric shock through her, shooting to every inch of her body as a moan fell from her mouth. “W-what was that?!” 

Solomon watched her closely "Looks like it’s working, you let out such a cute voice.” It was obvious that he was teasing. ‘Oh while I have you here, there’s something else I’ve been wanting to test out and I think this is a perfect opportunity.” He ran over to a storage chest on the other side of the study, one he’d enchanted to fit way more beyond its actual capacity and it took him a few minutes to fish out what he was looking for and he brought out a small capsule looking thing. {Name} eyed the capsule suspiciously. It reminded her of those bath toys when you throw it into the water and it would expand into a dinosaur or something . Solomon loved her keen intuition; it was indeed modeled after those but what pops out is very different. He excitedly explained that once it met water it will act as if it’s sentient, it’s not actually alive but will react as if it is. He went into length about how it’s perfect for fulfilling a tentacle fantasy- {Name} stops him right there. “I am not doing tentacles.” She didn’t budge, even when he pouted and tried to convince her with some pleading eyes. Solomon settles for touching {Name’s} wrist and hearing the surprised moan, Solomon slides his hand up her arm. “N-No tentacles…not today at least.” {Name} held her ground. Solomon looks pleased, “I’ll still be using toys, just not my creations. We need to test how far your sensitivity goes” thankfully the things Solomon had in mind were more tame than his tentacle toy. A pair of soft nipple clamps and a vibrator. “You look relieved, were you expecting something weird?” he hums playfully. “This is you we’re talking about.” She retorts.

Solomon has her sitting in his lap after stripping her down, every ounce of contact drives her mad and he kisses her fervently, he slows down and takes the time to tease her tongue with his own. {Name’s} body squirms in his lap, tenses before her chest is heaving with heavy breaths. Solomon looks astonished. “You came?” {Name} was more startled than he was, she didn’t realize a kiss would be enough to make her cum. She certainly didn’t complain and leaned in to kiss him even more moaning into every kiss, the more she felt pleasure coursing through her body. “Do I even need these?” Solomon held the nipple clamps in his hand, and {Name} nodded “Yeah- use them.” He loved how brave she got once a little pleasure muddled her brain. He holds the tip over her nipple and slowly adjusts it, keeping it a little looser than usual in light of {Name’s} reactivity. He adjusted them and pulled on the chain to make sure they were still on tight enough. The slight pull was enough to evoke a partial scream from her. Solomon kisses her neck softly, in a comforting way. "Does the sensitivity make it hurt?” he keeps the clamps with enough tension to pull on her nipples gently. “N-No…it just feels insanely good.”, she huffs out, “So no pain at all?”, {Name} nods. He’s pleased to hear that and pulls the chain harder. {Name} digs her nails into his forearm “Fuck Solomon-!” she cums again, and glares at him. He flashes a devious little smirk at watching her come undone. “Solomon just give me a moment” {Name} asks while trying to gather herself. “Mhm sure take all the time you need” he said and immediately betrayed his words when he pressed the vibrator right snug against her clit and switched it on. “You assho-” {Name} nearly bit her tongue when her legs started to shake and she kept trying to force his hand away, Solomon however against her wishes did not budge as she felt another wave of ecstasy washing over her. He moves the vibrator lower down, circling her hole teasingly before pushing inside her. Solomon keeps thrusting the toy in, nice and slow, careful not to push her over the edge again while she’s whining in his lap. “You’re so cute baby," Solomon compliments seeing her struggling against another orgasm when she’d usually be embracing it. 

There’s a lewd squelching sound that makes Solomon purr, “Getting me impatient seeing you all messy like this. Don’t think I can wait much more” he’s playing it off like a joke but judging by the hard thing prodding her ass she knows it’s not. “Then don’t wait.” Those words were all Solomon needed to hear, he was falling over himself to try undo his pants enough to get free. The moment he’s shuffled his pants off enough to get some semblance of freedom, his cock is already springing against {Name’s} stomach, she lifts her hips and slowly sinks down. The languid way she moved down had her cumming just from feeling him pushing inside. “Baby you have to stop cumming for a second or I’m not gonna last.” Solomon hissed through his teeth when he felt how tight she got all around him. “Can’t help it.” she moans out and rocks her hips, only a few minutes of riding had {Name} utterly fucked out and so overstimulated, tears streamed down her face “I can’t…please…” {Name} begged and pouted hoping for some sympathy from her dearest, “Aww I’m sorry baby, I didn’t know it would feel too good to handle” He mocked, giving little kisses in apology as he thrust up into her, kisses drifting from her neck to her collarbones, down her chest before he was sucking on her nipples. The warm, wet feeling of Solomon’s tongue circling the soft bud and lightly sinking is teeth in had her squirming and cumming again. “Sol…stooopp” She whined, “Safeword or I’m not stopping baby.” Solomon stays still for a moment, giving her a chance for the muddled thoughts to clear up enough to utter a single word- she looked at him, never uttering that word. Solomon’s lips turned upward in an evil smile, “Oh you’re begging me to stop but you don’t wanna stop huh, it’s too good?” Solomon is lost in the rapturous sensation she kisses him. After all the exchanges with kissing and the heat that washes over him he guesses that the effects can be transmitted by bodily fluids. Her insides clamp down tight again, he can’t handle how good it feels every time she does that and it nearly sends him over the edge himself.  He grabs her hips in a desperate attempt, “Didn’t want to cum this fast…” he furrows his brows and speaks through a few shaky breaths. {Name} can see how hard Solomon fights against it and she wants to be a little vindictive. She moves against his grip just a little more, a little more she thinks before she’s clenching around him with the most intense one yet. Solomon curses as it forces him over and he’s cumming, body riddled with intense ecstasy. “Good thing you skipped the tentacles.” Solomon jokes, placing his head against her as they both try to recover. “Is it really necessary to bring that up right now?” She asks Solomon who smiles at her words. “Oh dear it’s absolutely necessary because we’re going to do it next time.” He laughs into another sloppy kiss when {Name} gently shoves his face away “Seriously I think I’m going to die if I cum again.”, Solomon pouts asking if he couldn’t just give her one more.

Taglist: @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf @roninfromtheops

[pupsmailbox]

do you have any names similar to these? it doesnt have to be all of them, but mainly Edgar, Pierce, Rigorre and Grimm. ive been looking around for some and this'll be great help :)!

Edgar, Grimm, Rigorre, Cain(e), Ozzy/Ozul, Onyx, Dice, Throne, Viper, Vesper, Heron, Nyx, Spector, Harker, Talyn, Dorian, Pierce

EDGAR︰ adler. albert. alexander. alfred. alice. archibald. arthur. atlas. august. barnabas. beatrice. benjamin. charles. charlotte. clarence. dior. eddie. eder. edmund. eduard. edward. edwin. edyn. eleanor. elijah. elmer. ember. emerson. emmett. ernest. esther. eugene. evelyn. everett. ezra. felix. ferdinand. finn. franklin. gilbert. harold. harper. hector. henry. humphrey. iris. irving. isaac. jack. jagger. james. jasper. leo. leonard. leopold. noah. oliver. oscar. penelope. rowan. rupert. sebastian. silas. theo. theodore. tiger. vincent. violet. walter. william.

GRIM(M)︰ august. axel. brennon. charlie. dax. dean. declan. delilah. demetri. enver. evangeline. ezra. felicity. finn. foster. fox. gaerwn. garan. garima. garin. garran. garren. garron. geranium. gereon. gerianne. germain. germaine. german. geronimo. gerwin. gianni. giovanni. gordon. goren. graeme. graham. grainne. gram. grannia. granny. green. greyden. grian. griffin. grina. gurnam. gwern. iris. joaquin. jude. kevin. kyra. leah. loki. millie. parker. rain. rogue. sage. silas. spencer. tristan. viktor.

CAINE(E)︰ abel. aidan. aiden. aleks. amelia. amory. andreas. aries. asher. aurora. ava. axel. azriel. bane. bartholomew. bonanza. cade. caden. cael. caiden. cain. caine. cale. caleb. cam. camden. cameo. cammie. camo. cana. canaan. canan. cane. cannan. cano. canyon. carter. case. casey. cash. cassim. cato. cawny. cayden. cayman. ceanna. ceona. chahna. chaim. chan. chana. chance. chaniya. charlotte. chase. chayan. chazmyne. chen. chesmu. chesna. cheyenne. cheyne. chiazam. chima. chimene. chin. china. chione. chosen. chukwuma. chumani. chyna. chynna. cian. cinna. cinnamon. cluny. cohen. cole. conn. connie. conway. cosmo. coyne. craig. cuan. cuno. cwen. côme. d'arcy. dane. dash. declan. dewitt. duran. edelynn. elijah. enoch. evelyn. gabriel. gage. gardeenia. genevieve. grayson. gwendelyn. gyles. hadrian. hesh. iain. icarus. jane. jermyn. kace. kade. kaelynn. kaidan. kaiden. kailyn. kain. kaine. kale. kane. kate. kaydin. kaydon. kayne. kedar. ken. knox. koen. lane. layne. liam. liliela. loch. lucifer. lucy. mattheo. nicollette. raiden. rayne. roddy. romilda. ryder. sawyl. scarlett. shane. thane. tyre. violet. wayne. zain. zaine. zane. zayne.

OZZY / ONYX︰ adi. archie. aria. arlo. asher. aspen. atlas. aurora. autumn. avi. axel. beck. bijoux. blade. bodie. bowie. caelum. cora. cy. daisy. davi. declan. draco. dune. echo. elton. elvis. ember. ezra. ezri. falcon. finn. fleet. garnet. gavin. genevieve. harper. hazel. imre. indigo. ivy. jade. jagger. jasper. jem. jet. jinx. johnny. joplin. josiah. joziah. kai. kaiya. kano. karter. kavi. khari. knox. lennox. leo. luca. luna. lynx. mac. maddox. mazi. mercury. millie. milo. morrissey. neptune. night. nirvana. nixie. nova. nyx. oak. oakes. ocean. ocheckka. ochoa. ohanzee. ojai. ojas. oke. oki. oliver. omega. onika. onix. onnika. onnix. onyekachukwu. onyx. ooko. oonagh. opal. opaline. orion. oscar. oscosh. oshae. osias. osiris. ossie. otto. owen. oyku. oz. ozzie. penelope. penny. peridot. phoenix. quinn. quint. rami. raven. ravi. remi. reno. river. rocky. roux. rowan. sage. salem. santana. sebastian. silas. sophie. storm. sunny. theo. topaz. uziel. violet. willow.��wren. wyatt. zaki. zephyr. zeppelin. ziggy.

VESPER / VIPER︰ ace. aeron. akiva. antares. apollo. arcana. archer. asher. atlas. atticus. aurora. calista. callaway. cardin. cash. cason. chai. chancellor. charlotte. cora. cordovan. coriander. corisande. cruz. denarius. draven. elaina. elixir. elowen. elyse. ember. enfys. evangeline. felix. ferelith. finn. genesis. glade. hadley. halcyon. harbor. hazel. ivy. jaguar. journey. kaemon. kailo. kanon. katia. koa. kobe. kodiak. lainey. lazare. legacy. luna. lyra. magic. majesty. mystique. nora. obsidian. ocasio. oceane. oliver. opaline. ophelia. pax. peregrine. phaedra. phoenix. piper. quinn. rasmus. regulus. reverie. rohmer. rowyn. royce. rule. sage. salome. scarlett. sebastian. shyla. silas. sorcha. summer. tatiana. thorin. titan. vale. vallis. vance. varro. vega. velvette. vera. verity. vesper. vespera. violet. viper. von. vyra. wren. xavier. yvaine. zander. zephyr.

DORIAN︰ adrian. adrien. ambrose. amelia. andrea. appoline. arian. armani. asher. audrey. aurora. basil. benno. bloom. cassius. charlotte. cornelius. damian. damien. dante. darcy. darena. darian. dariana. darien. darin. darina. darion. darius. darren. darrin. darrion. darwin. daryan. datherine. davian. davion. dawson. dayaram. declan. derion. deron. derron. derwyn. dharma. dhiren. dominic. doreen. dorin. dorona. dorsey. dreama. dren. drian. duran. durham. durin. emrys. ethan. evander. evelyn. evleen. ezra. florian. gabriel. gilda. gordon. hadrian. heidy. jackie. jordan. julian. korbin. leander. liam. lorcan. lowri. lucian. lysander. marian. marion. mars. morgan. muse. naoma. oberon. oliver. orion. pallas. penelope. peregrine. quianna. rian. sebastian. shawnee. soren. theodore. tori. umber. violet. warren.

PIERCE︰ asher. audrey. ava. beckett. bennett. brooks. callan. charlotte. claire. cole. colton. dean. emerson. emmett. eros. everett. finn. fisher. fitz. flint. foster. gavin. grant. grayson. harper. harrison. hawk. hazel. heath. henry. hiro. hudson. ivy. jack. james. kane. kyra. landon. leo. liam. mason. miles. miller. mira. noah. oliver. olivia. owen. pace. paprika. paras. paresh. paricia. paris. parish. park. parker. parks. pauric. pearce. pearson. peers. percy. perez. perga. perris. perry. perseus. persia. persis. piers. pierson. piroj. porsche. powers. prakash. prayaksh. precia. preciosa. precious. price. prince. prisca. prissy. pryce. pyrrhus. quinn. reese. reeve. reid. rhett. ridge. rowan. sawyer. scarlett. sirius. slater. spencer. theo. theodore. vince. violet. wren. wyatt.

[nikosasaki]

the maraverse ⭑ pride 2024

created by Gilbert Baker, the original pride flag had eight colors, all with its own meanings; pink for sex, red for life, orange for healing, yellow for sunlight, green for nature, turquoise for magic, indigo for serenity, and violet for spirit.

taglist; @kendelias @chlobenet @bravelittleflower @eddiemunscns @purpleyearning @eddysocs @heavenlysurf @arrthurpendragon @villanele @nolanhollogay @stanshollaand @lovehermioneforever @raith-way @kiara-carrera @decennia @luucypevensie @waterloou @ginger-grimm @hiddenqveendom @foxesandmagic @jvstjewels @dragonsbone @endless-oc-creations @ginevrastilinski @sunlitscribe @dyhlanobrien @partiallypearl @witchofinterest @fleetwoodmcs @daughter-of-melpomene

[rpgmakershowdown]

RPG Maker Showdown Round 1

Here's the line up for the first round of the RPG Maker Showdown! The first 4 polls will be released today. The next 4 will be released the next day and so on. Each poll will last a week.

Polls:

Ib VS. Palette Hylics VS. Hello Charlotte Space Funeral VS. Ao Oni Jimmy and the Pulsating Mass VS. OFF Yume Nikki VS. Angels of Death Monster Girl Quest VS. Yume 2kki Danganronpa Another VS. The Witch's House Grimm's Hollow VS. Your Turn to Die -Death Game by Majority- Pokemon Uranium VS. Pokemon Reborn VS. Pokemon Rejuvenation Omori VS. LISA Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea VS. .flow Pocket Mirror VS. OneShot Lockheart Indigo VS. Mother: Cognitive Dissonance Alicemare VS. Super Lesbian Animal RPG Corpse Party VS. Mad Father Misao VS. Fear & Hunger

[girlseemer]

i doubt i'll fit in any more now sooo games i finished in 2024

JANUARY Sonic Jam Castlevania: Circle of the Moon Drool of the Killer Warriors of Fate The Beginner's Guide Grimm Troupe Final Fantasy 7 Episode INTERmission Super Lesbian Animal RPG Brighter Day Super Mario RPG Armored Warriors Celeste 64 Out Run 3-D

FEBRUARY Eyes of the Killer God Hand Battle Circuit GRIS Operation C Light Crusader Pokémon Yellow Hero Hours Contract Mighty Gunvolt Rez Shadowbringers

MARCH SegaSonic the Hedgehog Flesh of the Killer Metal Slug XX

APRIL Jet Set Radio Balatro Dragon Quest V

MAY System Shock 2 Blood of the Killer SRB2 Riders Contra III: The Alien Wars All Night Nippon: Super Mario Bros. Sonic Advance 2 Phantasmagoria of Dim. Dream

JUNE Endwalker Hypnospace Outlaw

JULY Shadow of the Erdtree Penny's Big Breakaway The Teal Mask

AUGUST Dawntrail Chicory

SEPTEMBER Ears of the Killer Final Fantasy VII Rebirth Galaxian Pac-Land Yoshi Goes to Tesco Hatsune Miku: Project DIVA

OCTOBER Yakuza 5 SRB2Kart Megpoid the Music# Rockman & Forte: Mirai Kara no Chousensha Hatsune Miku: Project DIVA 2nd Landstalker Kitten Burst Echoes of Wisdom Panzer Dragoon Orta

NOVEMBER Freedom Planet 2 Indigo Disk

DECEMBER Neo The World Ends With You Shadow Generations Duke Nukem Newer: Holiday Special LSD Dream Emulator Yume Nikki Super Mario Blue Twilight DX Heart of the Killer Astro's Playroom

[dancingsunflowers-ocs]

🦝 + Ariel Berry? <3

Thank you so much @rose-of-oz!! 💕 Gonna tag the Glee moots @luucypevensie, @ginger-grimm, @manyfandomocs and @ginevrastilinski-ocs!!! 💕

Their favourite scent: Burning wood from a chimney.

Their favourite color: Black and Dark Indigo.

If they had to pick a spooky thing, what that would be: If Ariel had to pick a spooky thing, she would choose either a banshee or a vampire.

Their dream job: Ariel's dream job would be either a set designer or a street photographer.

The number one movie in theatres the day they were born: Dumb and Dumber (18th December 1994).

Their favourite toy they had as a kid: Tamagotchi.

Their favourite album: Riot! by Paramore.

Their favourite love song: Ever Fallen in Love by Buzzcocks.

If they got to travel to a foreign country, which one they would chose: I think Ariel would really like to go to either Spinalonga Island, Greece or Pompeii, Italy.

Their favourite classic literature book: Dracula by Bram Stoker.

[grimscripter]

The Scripter, Leo Grimm

Meet Leo Grimm, my MASHLE: Magic and Muscles OC!

This is all I have of him at the moment, I have a bunch of WIPs with him tho :)

Leo Grimm

17 (2nd year as of the beginning of the anime)

AMAB He/him

Double-liner

Autistic and OCD

5’7”/171cm

Wand is relatively basic with a lighter checker pattern

Personal/Family magic is Script Magic.

Secondth: Elite Dictionary

Summon: Bragi (Skaldic God of poetry in Norse mythology)

His “script” writes out in runic characters (hence the norse references)

Adopted by the Grimms in America at 13 years old

Moved to Japan to go to Easton.

Native English, fluent in Japanese, French, and Nordic Runes

Named after Leo Tostoy, a famous Russian author

Grimm is a reference/play on the word grimoire, which is a “book of spells” or “magic book”

Ash blonde short hair with darker ash-red streaks

Indigo eyes

Wears red eyeshadow/eyeliner occasionally but doesn’t put the effort in every day

Always wearing blue tassel earrings

Has moles scattered on his face and has two “conveniently placed moles” in the loops of his magic mark.

Has a really bad RBF and hates it sometimes, but it does get people to leave him alone when he needs it to. Otherwise, he forces his eyebrows to stay up so he looks more neutral rather than angry.

Generally laid back and calm to anyone he comes across, not in an egotistical way and not in a “i dont care” way. He’s just chill like that.

He is a bit of a sweetheart though, and tries to be kind as much as possible, but he loses his patience easily…

When with people he’s comfortable with, becomes a little shit

Somehow got roped in with Mash’s first-year crew.

Somewhat Idolizes Margarette Macaron and Rayne Ames

(OC) Fanbook stats:

Blood type: A

Dominant hand: Ambidextrous

Foot size: 26.5cm

Good subjects: Magic History, Divination

Bad subjects: Dark Magic

Hobbies: Doodling on his papers, listening to music

Favorite foods: Takoyaki and Salmon dishes

Favorite words: “Face the sun”

Favorite type of the opposite sex: "…no"

Dislikes: Lack of common sense, bugs

Frequently visited school spots: Library

E.g. of spending money: Vending Machine snacks, unnecessary online purchases

How to spend holidays: Sparring with friends, or going home to spar with his brothers and sisters.

I'll get into his backstory and world building later :)

[imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs]

🌹 A Year of Rosegarden Prompt 8: “Beach Day/Fireflies”🌹

@ayearofrosegarden

Menagerie was beautiful. In spite of some of its history as a sign of appeasement and a base for certain organizations, it really was lovely.

Having spent most of his life on a farm, the trip there had been Oscar’s first trip to an island, tropical or otherwise and by the time they’d stepped onto the sandy shores, the mixture of the sea breeze and warm air was already intoxicating him.

The group had put it to a vote due to the lull in Grimm activity and it had passed near unanimously. A weekend off at Menagerie, enjoying the surf and the sun and to generally just unwind from the rigors of being huntsmen and huntresses.

And so far, Oscar had been enjoying himself.

The two of them ran through the water as it lapped the shoreline, laughing in the all but disappeared summer sunlight.

For the life of him, Oscar couldn’t remember why they were laughing, only that he was having the time of his life and his hand was in her’s.

Ruby’s.

The two collapsed in a heap.

“So,” Ruby said after her laughter had died down, “you think they’re making s’mores now?”

The day had been highlighted by a beachside barbeque, at which Ruby had put away three cheeseburgers and some grilled asparagus. Her father had to shoo her away with the promise of toasting marshmallows in order to make sure the others were fed.

“I don’t know,” Oscar said.

Butterflies flitted in his stomach as he chanced a look over at Ruby. In the late hour, the light gave her an appearance that… he couldn’t describe. But it made his face hot and his toes curl and entertain the thought of maybe giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s beautiful out here,” he continued, looking up at the stars as they came out to glitter in the sky as it turned from indigo to navy to black.

“Yeah,” Ruby replied, “you never get views like this in places like Vytal.”

“On the farm,” Oscar said, “you’ll sometimes see fireflies out over the fields at night during summer.”

He still remembered sitting on the porch with his aunt, a soda in hand, watching the glittering lights like descended stars hover over the fields of wheat.

“We should probably go back.”

Oscar turned to look at her, but as they got to their feet, Ruby wouldn’t meet his gaze.

He decided not to wonder why. He wasn’t that optimistic.

[imjusthereforironwood]

That Chaotic Night

Cardin Winchester was breathing heavy as he slammed Executioner into a Creep's skull, the heavy mace cracking the Grimm's head with a sickening thud. Black ichor drips off the titanium flanges of Executioner as he removes the mace from the monster's shattered skull.

The Fire Dust crystal inside Cardin's mace had been drained of it's energy, and now he was left with a regular titanium mace. The only thing keeping him alive was his wits. He had been using his Semblance, Dreadnought, on and off, trying to conserve his Aura and only using it only when absolutely necessary.

The world had fallen apart in less then one hour. Cardin was in a burger joint when the final match between Penny and Pyrrha occured, and he watched on in horror as Penny was torn apart. That woman, that strange black-haired woman gave a speech about something or other. It seemed so long ago, but what she said stirred up panic and fear.

And that drew the Grimm in. On top of that, these airships flown by what looked like White Fang dropped off more Grimm! What was wrong with those animals!? To make matters worse, something was happening to the Atlas ships, it looked like they were fighting each other! Did the White Fang infiltrate them too?

Cardin hadn't been able to find or contact Russel, Dove, or Sky, and panic for their safety had begun to set in.

The young student heard the sounds of a kid calling for help. He may be selfish, he may be a bully, but he's not a monster. He starts running towards the voice, his exhausted, burning legs aching with pain, but he couldn't stop.

Rounding the corner of a bombed out building, he found the source of the voice: a small family, backed into an alleyway by a Beowolf and an Ursa Major. The father was standing in front of his family, a rusty pipe held in his shaking hands as he tried to keep the beasts at bay. His wife was standing in front of their daughter, a broken board in her right hand as she gripped her daughter with her left. They were scared, terrified.

Cardin Winchester refused to let them die. Steam escaped his lips as Dreadnought was activated. He could feel his strength increasing, adrenaline pumping through his veins. Cardin bellowed a feral roar as he charged in. The Beowulf and Ursa turned to fight the intruder, teeth bared and claws extended.

The red haired Huntsman-in-training allowed the Ursa Major's claws to glance off his plate armor as he closed the distance on the Beowolf. One quick swing, and Executioner knocked the wolf Grimm's head from it's body. Pivoting on his foot, Winchester raised his sturdy mace to block heavy paws of the Ursa. Usually, the raw strength from the bear-like monster would be enough to knock anyone off their feet. But Cardin's natural strength, combined with Dreadnought, allowed him to block the blow and parry with a mace to the ribs.

The Ursa stumbled back, growling and snarling, swiping with unexpected speed. The claws scraped against his breastplate, leaving large scratches and knocking the wind out of the brash fighter. The Ursa swung again, the claws just missing him, but the paw slammed into his face and torso. His Aura sparked at the contact.

'I'm pretty sure one of my ribs just cracked,' Cardin thought painfully.

Undeterred, however, Cardin moved in close and slammed Executioner into the Grimm's left forleg, causing the beast to stumble. Wasting no time, Winchester brought the heavy weapon down into the Ursa Major's neck, killing it instantly.

The indigo-eyed student took a moment to catch his breath, and he glanced up at the family he had just saved, and for a breif second, he paused in shock.

The father was a Faunas. Though Cardin hadn't noticed it before, the man had a raccoon's ringed tail flicking behind him. The wife was human, and the daughter had black markings around her eyes, like the mask on a raccoon.

If he had seen them on the street earlier in the day, Cardin probably would've made a snide comment, or rolled his eyes in disgust.

But right now, that seemed so unimportant. This family was fighting to protect each other.

Cardin wiped a bit of blood from his busted lip as he narrowed his eyes.

"What are you just standing around for?" he barked out loudly as he waved his hand at the family. "I saw the police set up an evacuation route in this direction, get a move on!"

The family began to follow, the father and mother giving Cardin looks of eternal gratitude. The small half-Faunas girl looked up at the red-haired teen like he was her guardian angel.

"You saved our lives," the husband murmered gratefully, his racoon tail flicking behind him.

"Yeah...sure," Cardin said quietly.

The police had set up a barricade as they attempted to establish an evacuation route.

"Hey, you!" Cardin shouted at an officer as he led the family up. "We've got three civilians. Get them out of here!"

The officer didn't protest, he simply led the family behind the barricades. The little girl turned around, her blue eyes exaggerated by the dark mask around them. She gave Winchester a small wave.

Cardin glanced back at the street he came from. He could evacuate right now, but he knew that there were more civilians out there.

So, the bully went back into the fray, Executioner becoming stained with Grimm ichor as he looked for more survivors.

Bu as Cardin chased down an Ursa Minor and killed it, he saw some Atlas Knights stepping out. These robots had been helping clean up some Grimm, protecting people. Which is why Winchester froze in shock when the Knights turned their guns to him.

Time seemed to slow.

Bang. Bang.

Cardin opened his eyes to see two of the Atlas Knights missing heads and sparking. His jaw dropped as he watched a man in a torn shirt absolutely destroy the group of robots in the span of a few seconds. Half of his torso looked to be prosthetics, and a large white revolver was gripped in his hand. It took Cardin a moment to recognize his savior as General James Ironwood, the Headmaster from Atlas.

"This area is secure," General Ironwood said in a commanding voice. "We need to-"

His words were cut off by a dark-haired Huntsman pulling out a mecha-shift scythe with an intense glare directed at Ironwood.

"Qrow, this isn't my doing!" the general called out as the scruffy Huntsman began to charge.

Cardin was still frozen in shock as he watched Ironwood flip his gun around, prepared to fight this Qrow guy as he jumped. But instead of going for Ironwood, Qrow went for the Griffin behind him, slicing the flying monster in two.

As the two halves hit the ground behind him, the scraggly man let out a dry chuckle.

"You idiot, I know you didn't do this," Qrow muttered. "So, what now General?"

Ironwood stiffened up, and and began giving Glynda and Qrow some directions. The initial shock had worn off for Cardin, even as one of the Atlas warships crashed into a field outside the city, just a few blocks away.

Cardin Winchester took a deep breath, and stepped towards General Ironwood, Ms. Goodwitch, and Qrow.

"Tell me what I can do to help."

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Baptisia is our May Plant of the Month. May is a month of beautiful flowers, of trees, shrubs, and perennials in the central Great Plains and Midwest. Our gardens are loaded with many wonderful blooming plants. So why choose baptisia over all the others?

Also known as blue false indigo or wild indigo, this native perennial is one of the most popular perennials in gardens across the United States. There are 15 species, all native to North America, and 3 major species, which are found across the Great Plains and Midwest regions. With breeding programs, there are many new cultivars available in the nursery.

What is so great about wild indigo?

There are plenty of reasons to like baptisia, or wild indigo. Let us discuss each one for better understanding.

Lots of variety

Host plant for butterflies and moths

Attracts many pollinators

Easy to maintain

Great for floral arrangements

1. Lots of variety with baptisia

Thanks to the work of various plant breeding programs across the United States and Europe, we have a plethora of cultivars to choose from. Couple that with research from botanical gardens like the Mt. Cuba Center and gardeners like you and me, and we can easily pick out a variety for each of us.

I love baptisia, and have personally planted 3 species and 8 cultivars among the gardens of my home. So far, this does not seem like nearly enough to me, with all the above benefits making the choice easy. Color choice among baptisia is almost as great as it is with coneflower, though little compared to daylilies.

The top 8 of the following list are the ones in my garden, though I would recommend any of them.

‘Cherries Jubilee‘ – maroon to orange-red flowers

‘Lunar Eclipse‘ – flowers are purple on bottom and white on top of floral spike

‘Pink Lemonade’ – perhaps the most striking of all multi-colors, yellow near the top, pink in the middle, almost chocolate on bottom

‘Lemon Meringue‘ – best yellow flowered cultivar

‘Twilite‘ – this was my first ever planting, dark purple-brown flowers

‘Sparkling Sapphires‘ – very nice blue-purple flowers

‘Purple Smoke’ – a light, dusty, smoky blue-purple, one of the oldest cultivars available

‘Solar Eclipse’ – yellow that fades to reddish-brown

‘Ivory Towers’ – best white flowering in Mt. Cuba Center’s trial

‘Crème de Menthe’ – another striking white flower, with very dark stem color

‘Pink Truffles’ – light pink fading to purple

‘Grape Taffy’ – very dark purple flower

‘Dark Chocolate’ – closest flower color to black, a chocolate brown