#I will rip that suit off him then I will [redacted] his [redacted] then he can [redacted] my [redacted] until we get numb

[yuri-is-online]

Couple's (questionable) Halloween Costumes ft. Tokyo Debunker

I just got back from an event and had some thoughts idk. This is not in any particular order, just whoever came to mind first.

Towa- Bee and Beekeeper. His chibi is already a bee, he'd probably find it cute to see you dressed up like one too. Haru is the one who suggests his jumpsuit already looks a bit like a beekeeper suit, all he'd need to do is get a hat. Towa loves romance, so he'd probably be one of the only ghouls actually interested in dressing up with you 10/10.

Sho- Mario and Princess Peach, except he's the princess because he made the mistake of telling you that Leo always makes him be the girl. You really want to play this game, senpai? Fine. He'll hate every second of it but it is just the littlest bit worth it to see you squirm at how good he looks in a dress. Somewhat. He'd rather make you squirm someway else ???/10

Luca- Jedidiah and Octavius (from night at the museum). He sort of ruins it because he doesn't understand the reference and spends the night talking at length about Roman history. Which is nice if you are into that but extremely boring if not 6/10.

Kaito- Ketchup and Mustard. He also sort of ruins it; doing something this classically coupley with you makes him delirious with happiness and he has a stroke before you can make your way to the party. Salvages the night by baking Halloween themed cupcakes, you have a nice little date decorating them and no one has to see you two embarrass yourselves in public 7/10.

Haru- Cow and the Moon. He... does not have the best fashion sense if his cards are anything to go by, and hey this cow costume he got for (insert total rip off price here) will totally help him promote the back to nature tour! You dressing up as the moon was supposed to be a cute gimmick thing to play off the old nursery rhyme, he wasn't expecting you to put together such an ethereal outfit. Completely forgets about promoting the tour in favor of being cute with you all night, he's totally willing to do this again 9/10 (don't let him choose the costumes next time).

Rui- Moth and Lamp. He wants to do Gomez and Morticia, but the torture of not being able to touch you is already too much to bear as is, he isn't about to make it worse for himself. This way he can still be free to tend bar and make a bunch of cheesy "jokes" about you being the light of his life. Moths sort of fit the Obscuary theme anyway so it's a perfect costume, 10/10.

Haku- Howl and Sofie. He wants a costume that will give him an excuse to flirt with you and will make it very very clear just who you are leaving this party with. Haku probably thinks he'd look really good in Howl's outfit and you know what? He's right. Just remember to take him seriously when he offers his help removing your clothes this time, inspector 10/10.

Taiga- Ghostface. For exactly the reasons you think kitten don't even bother picking out a costume [redacted]/10.

[geordikisser]

jealous!redacted boys | suggestive

characters: david, milo, asher & sam :p

☆ a/n: any porter missers? miss porter. this was an excuse to write abt porter but might as well spoil my milo & david mooties who follow meee >_O!! part 2 later :33 ☆

context: someone is tryna spit some sweet shit to you as he steps away

david:

- david will never hesitate to let it be shown when he is feeling a type of way about someone who’s interacting with you. it’s in his blood to devote loyalty & possessiveness upon things he claims as his

- whether it’s intentional, it’ll show when he is feeling upset at someone who’s seemingly putting moves on you

- “is everything alright.” in the scariest voice you’ve ever heard from him

- david is a direct man but that directness doesn’t mean he’s directed in the right direction sometimes,, he isn’t to good with social cues with you. he’s stupid with love. smart with most! but love? eeeerm.

- he has a history with that too,, looks at jealous tsundere bf confronts you.

- he will become very touchy/clingy with you once he begins reading signs he doesn’t like. to hand holding or even thigh holding. he’ll rub your thigh with his finger gently or hold you closely by the waist and play with the bottom of your shirt. actions speak louder than words! i guess

- “clearly social cues aren’t your strong suit. fuck off, they aren’t interested.” as blunt as he’ll put it, in that same tone. he isn’t loud or aggressive. just direct and stern, he doesn’t want to cause a scene.

- after you two left from hanging out, david felt the urge to meet your lips with his as he dragged you in the house practically. you chuckle in between kisses as you put your hands on david’s chest. “you’re mine, you know that right, angel?” he asked in a low husky tone. you nod as you caress his cheek. “i love knowing you’re mine.” he growls lowly, his breath hitching as he said that.

milo:

- unlike david, he isn’t quiet. he’s loud about how he feels with you & other people who try to spit some shit with you

- “yo, who’s this?” mentality

- he will glare and give nasty looks from afar. until he realizes the whole shtick going on with you. he will make his entrance very grand and big,,

- “hey sweetheart!” he pulls you in and kisses you everywhere he can within public. “how’s my sweetheart?— oh? who’s this?” he’s petty with it i just know it

- if the punk doesn’t get the hint milo will get real serious. he will puff out his big boy chest and rip that person tryna hit on you to shreds. he’ll even bare his teeth a bit too ngl, he isn’t scared

- “listen here, punk. your little act for my sweetheart isn’t cute. quite frankly, you could use some tips. good thing i’m not a teacher. though, i could teach you some manners if you’d like. no means no, now scram.” in a low tone but if anyone walked by, they could hear.

- milo isn’t bashful, he knows what’s his and wants to keep it that way. he doesn’t need small hints and signs to show what’s his, he will scream it to the roof tops lmao. he’s a blunt and bold dude, no hesitation w him

asher:

- asher’s dumb. he has 0 tone reading skills & doesn’t understand most things. he won’t catch on until it gets physical or you show visible discomfort.

- he is more polite compared to his other friends. he’s a sweet boy, has 0 bad bones inside him. he’ll tell the punk to go off somewhere or tell them you’re taken to actually avoid conflict

- asher, despite his loud & unruly nature, prefers peace over violence such as that. he hates conflict, he isn’t a aggressive person at heart!! doesn’t mean he’s afraid to be aggressive he won’t hesitate to be violent, especially if it’s over you? he’s a extremely protective person.

- “hey, i know your intentions are pure but they’re taken! they have a boyfriend.” & whatever the other person has to say he’ll shut it down immediately, he doesn’t care for what they have to say. positive or negative, he doesn’t care.

- if the person persists (which they do most of the time due to asher’s kind personality ) he will get nasty about it. not crazy like milo or quiet like david, in between.

- “if i need to remind you again i will trust me! i ain’t scared of you.” he’ll be laughing as he says this, he’s to unserious,,

sam:

- sam is also very possessive. he know you can handle yourself but sometimes that side of him makes him want to handle that. he lives in a general dominant nature, sexual or not.

- sam will try to remain calm & trust you can handle it on your own, he is similar to david, doesn’t wish to make a big scene but he isn’t afraid to cause one. he can just teleport away if it gets overwhelming

- he will have similar mannerisms to milo, he will come in being touchy a bit and just glare at the person. his eyes will read a very distasteful message hoping the punk would take their leave understanding your disinterest.

- if not, he isn’t afraid of course to speak up

- “unless you got places to be tomorrow, i’d pick up the pace and swing on out of here.” in a low tone, his accent gets heavier the angrier he gets and the lower his voice is

- he would be very forward about it, he hates beating around the bush. these sort of interactions are quick and direct, he has an intimidating aura about him that make alot of humans turn away, that stomach churning feeling

- “i bet you had that handled sure.” he rolls his eyes as he peppers your neck in kisses. “you’re strong, i know.” he sighs as he nuzzles into the your neck. “but i love defending what’s mine.” he bares his lovable shit eating grin to you as you roll your eyes in response.

[your-average-yandere-lover]

14 𝓓𝓪𝔂’𝓼 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓡𝓮𝓷/𝓡𝓮𝓭𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓷’𝓼

Things I genuinely think Ren-Ren and Redacted would do, because they live rent free in my mind. Did I get the both of them a little mixed up a bit; probably. Yandere and slight NSFW Content trigger warning! ૮‪ ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ა

18+ Content; Minors Do Not Interact

❥ Much like your blow up mattress in the closet, Ren/Redacted would tamper with anyting that insensitive’s having guests over. You bought travel sized soap’s for guest’s to use when they come over? Really? Are you sure? No you didn't—the products aren't where you would have put them so maybe it was all part of your imagination; maybe you used them.

❥ However that being said, if you have a chalk board and write a cute little ‘welcome’ message on it, he wouldn't tamper with it, despite the message being for guests. Instead he'd pretend you wrote it especially for him, and stare at if for a couple minutes after walking in; your hand writing is too cute to look away!!! although if you happened to have a generic target welcome sign, he’d snag it or make it look like it fell super hard on the floor so it’s ruined. The apartment building you’re in has plenty of issues so maybe the rats climbed the table and knocked it off—if this happens you should really give that landlord a piece of your mind! Or move in with Ren/Redacted.

❥ Prior to meeting Redacted’s Ren persona, Leon invited you out to the beach. You were so excited to see your childhood friend again after all the time you spent apart; you even bought a new swim suit. You set the folded suit nice and neat on your living room table, ensuring nothing would happen to it. However when you woke up the suit had somehow ripped and your bottoms wouldn't stay on… you couldn't necessarily surf commando and considering how much money the suit put you out, you decided to call it, giving Leon a quick text. It had to be those damn rats again!

❥ If you like to bake—whether you’re good or not, you notice that anything you leave out has little indents, as if you unconsciously bumped the cake or knocked it with a butter knife while applying the finishing touches. Guaranteed Redacted and Ren both straight up ran a finger along side it like a kid at a birthday party who can't have a piece yet. Every time you leave something out, Ren/Redacted deeply contemplates how much they can take before you notice. They would definitely make it look like it fell off the table after having a piece— if they knew it wouldn’t upset you. Most always they stops themselves from destroying the baked good because it’s something their Angle made, with love! When they think about how they just tasted something made with your love, their brain goes haywire with scenarios of you baking together.

❥ Your perfumes have been draining so quick lately, to the point in which you wondered if all of Conan bay could smell you when you walked outside. Honestly, were you using that much? No, Redacted plays smarter not harder. He popped off at his nearest Ulta and bought an empty perfume sample vial, and the exact same perfume; now I know what you're thinking. If he already has the same perfume, why would he buy the sample vial? Because it just hits different when it's from ‘Your’ perfume. It's because ‘You’ own and use the perfume in your bathroom, and on top of that he gets to sneak the new perfume into your bag or your apartment after you’ve gone shopping, so you think you bought it—unknowingly accepting his gift. Drives the dude crazy. Made every awkward glance at ulta worth it.

❥ After you start ‘dating’ Ren because he declared it so, you might have the common thought to buy him a gift; what sane partner doesn't wanna put a smile on their own partner face? Did you get him a little pink cactus to put by his computer because it’s also pink and fluffy? A cutsie light up keyboard? A mug? don’t come for me :(；ﾞﾟ'ωﾟ'): Bet you thought you hid it well or that if you bought it while out with him, he never noticed; ya’ wrong. Ren and Redacted both notice everything their Angle does. There is only Angle. Ren had a hunch, Redacted was just pretending to be blissfully unaware but, once you give it to him, he’ll drop hints that he knew.

❥ At some point you invite Ren/Redacted over only to find that the heater isn’t working. Every time you set it to 72, ten minutes later it drops down to 62. Luckily Ren/Redacted was there to warm you up. Ren would be more passive and wait for you to say you were cold but if you took to long he’d drop some obvious hints that he was cold even though he was in fact not cold. He was the one who was playing with the thermostat after all. This Man just wants some cuddles. Whilst I think Redacted would be adamant about wanting to keep his Angle warm (Even if angle isn’t actually cold)—maybe a bit too adamant if consensual. Even so, if cold really bum’s Angle out he would probably have never messed with the temperature in the first place or he would fix it immediately to look like he was useful around the house; to impress angle of course. He would also try this but uno reversed; it would be 84 degrees up in your Livin’ room.

❥ If you didn’t drink to much while on a dinner date, Ren might pretend to be tipsy so he can have the excuse of leaning on you as you help him get home. Ren wouldn’t want you to be tipsy when he tried this because if you were under the influence, he’d want you to feel safe with him. However Redacted can hold it, despite no confirmation of his experience with alcohol, I strongly feel he can hold it. But honestly, if he can’t he wouldn’t allow himself to get drunk in the first place because he has to protect Angle. If Angle gets drunk Redacted would politely interrogate ask her questions that she probably wouldn’t answer sober, nothing too invasive that would push any boundaries or disrespect Angle—like skeletons in the closet/ deeply personal things, no. He respect’s Angle (in a weird and confusing way) and would never manipulate her into opening up while under any influence; he wants Angle to open up to him authentically on their own timing. Instead he’d ask things like “Is (f/c) honestly your favorite color?Because I saw you eyeing that blue shirt yesterday.” Or “Did you really like the song I played you yesterday on the guitar or were you being nice to me?”

❥ Redacted would straight up send your favorite band money anonymously so they’d show up and have a free concert on the beach. This man would stop at no cost to bring your favorite band to Conan bay, well he’d have to play smart if it got too expensive; if he had to use alternative methods, he would—seeing he is a hacker after all. He would invite you the moment after the band agrees because he ‘happens’ to like the band too.

❥ If you have toys Ren/Redacted would dis them while having sex. This dude would absolutely bully an inanimate object. Rens babbles would be more so focused on how great he was making you feel and how much more attention he could pay you then silicone. Redacted however would go off on how horrible that toy was because it wasn’t filling you the way you needed it, Or how your vibrator was trash compared to his hands. They’d both point out that silicone can’t cum in you…like, why keep it around when you have them?

❥ You want to go for a hike? Ren would be beyond excited to go on a hike with you…All alone…With no body else for miles because he would take you on a detour away from the main trail. A detour he happens to know well since he uses it to dump ‘garbage’ in lake Blue moss. As happy as Ren would be about hiking, he would become fed up with the mosquitos feeding on his Angle—homie was ready to google how to bite mosquitos back. Like damn, go suck on a bear or something. If you invited Redacted on a hike instead of Ren they’d straight up pull the bug spray out and launch a mosquito genocide, a bug that hurts Angle is a bug that shouldn’t exist.

[yellingaboutmasseffect]

your favorite planeswalker [Redacted]? for the headcanon thing

Sexuality Headcanon: Definitely could see him being demi-romantic and forming strong bonds before attraction also would suit his magic which is about bolstering those around him.

Gender Headcanon: I feel a lot of people point to him as a gender which isn't a headcanon but an observation

A ship I have with said character: I love him with Elspeth. His devotion to her is just everything that epic romances aspire to (telling people how a god destroyed the woman you loved so people would forsake that god and the god would lose power and possibly die?? HELLO?!). I love that she resolved to still try to save him despite every experience she's had with Phyrexians giving her reason to write him off as lost. They make me feral whether WOTC would ever make them romantic or it will always be platonic BUT WHAT THEY HAVE IS LOVE AND DEVOTION.

A BROTP I have with said character: Also him with Elspeth but I adore his mentor/mentee friendship with Chandra. I hunted down the Chandra comic from IDW just for that and it's worth it (even if the art is wonky). We got the Elspeth confrontation and I am prepared to have my heart ripped out again when Chandra meets up with him.

A NOTP I have with said character: I need him away from Elesh Norn immediately

A random headcanon: He gives the best hugs which is less of a headcanon and practically canon.

General Opinion over said character: I don't think he's dead or even beyond hope. I feel that the compleated planeswalkers may stay compleated for a bit (maybe with some choosing to stay compleated) but what that fate looks like is going to change dramatically with March of the Machines.

[wander-wren]

free falling (i’ll follow you home) snippet countdown- 14

“and you should think about the consequence/of you touching my hand in a darkened room” -gorgeous, taylor swift

He slides out of his jacket, since he doesn’t need it, and hesitates, looking down at his boots. They’ve all seen his feet by now, ever since the last meeting, but those were special circumstances. They’d probably be disgusted if Hawks whipped out his talons unprompted.

“Stop thinkin’ so goddamn loud. We’re gonna start the movie. Don’t be weird.”

Dabi is all but whispering, so Hawks lays his jacket over the back of the couch and chooses the middle ground of unlacing his boots; he wears them a little too tight, afraid to lose them midair or roll his ankle on a landing. No one comments on it, so he settles as best he can into the couch, wings bunched uncomfortably behind him. Someone dims the lights—Kurogiri, who walks in a second later wearing exactly what he always wears. He stands out next to the rest of them, but in just his flight suit, Hawks guesses he does, too.

“Told you it was movie night,” Dabi breathes in his ear. His breath is warm.

“I didn’t…I thought…” Hawks doesn’t know what he expected, but it wasn’t this.

He’s never been to a movie night before. He doesn’t know the…the rules, or the schedule, or whatever it is these things have. He tries to relax into the couch and decides to just watch the others and take his cues from them. Dabi’s arm is radiating heat where it rests behind his head, not quite touching.

[partially redacted for length]

He gasps softly when things start to go wrong, and holds his breath when the two leads fight so he doesn’t cry in front of the League. The woman rips off her collar and declares them over as she throws it on the ground. The man yells, dropping into what is supposed to be a fake dom register, probably, judging by his not-anymore girlfriend’s reaction. Then he leaves too fast to notice his mistake or the beginning of her drop. Hawks clutches his hands to his chest, silently begging him to come back.

He doesn’t.

“Don’t worry,” Dabi whispers, and woah, woah, why is his arm wrapped around Hawks’s waist? When did that happen, how did he not notice? “Twice wouldn’t pick anything with a sad ending.”

Hawks nods distantly, a little preoccupied with the warmth. He can’t remember, honestly, the last time anyone touched him nicely outside of a scene. And even then. It’s such a foreign sensation, Dabi’s fingers curled loosely so they just brush his thigh. Hawks misses quite a lot of the rest of the film because he’s too busy cataloging every atom in his body that is currently touching Dabi, savoring for later.

Dabi is right. They kiss in the pouring rain at the end and it’s so romantic and sweet, and Hawks blinks furiously to avoid crying again while someone turns the lights back on.

Dabi’s arm smoothly vanishes from its place, instead resting on the back of the couch, elbow pressed against Hawks’s hip. He tries very hard not to think about…about any of that.

[evilminji]

*slams open the door* I WAS SUMMONED?! My trash fire ship? My bespoke suit wearing war criminal beloveds? Babies!

And Vlad is the worst bridezilla you have ever known. Lex makes so many marriage planners CRY. They can't agree on SH!T and call each other tacky. The UST is palpable and probably wanted in fifty states for tax evasion. The talk ENTIRELY in Villianous Subtext. So much Fancy Scotch and luxury goods everything.

Like the world's most Unethical Crime Commiting Peacocks.

Except Vlad is needy and you have to pay attention to him NOW and Lex? Haaaates being mocked or ignored. Would ABSOLUTELY fall for Vlads "I'm texting you to let you know I'm ignoring you know and btw the servers at this restaurant(that I'm NOT inviting you too) are HOTTER there you. You are dead to me" high school, petty dramatics bullshit.

He'd HATE it. Everyone, SWEAR it's NOT going to work on him. He is a business mogul for God's sake. A literal genius. One of the most powerful men in the world.

.............what do you MEAN "hotter then him?" Preposterous. He's the most attractive man you'll ever MEET, Masters. And you can't tell him what to do. Maybe he feels like eating out. Mercy, get the car!

They can't STAND each other. But OBVIOUSLY one of them has to WIN. See the other groveling and defeated at their feet. Maybe chains. Why are you looking at them like- * Realizes their plans have taken on a Highly Violent & Homoerotic Subtext* ........this means nothing. NOTHING!

This wedding is making both Phantom and Superman cry. They are bonding over this fresh new traumatizing hell. Superman has promised to punt Phantom into space if Vlad decides he wants to STILL kill his dad after all this is done. Try the poly thing with his new villainous husband and Phantoms mom. They've made a pact to keep the other from drinking at this point but dear God has it gotten close.

Royal weddings are less well attended and cost a fraction. Have fewer criminals... probably. It's devolved into a horrific Gay Chicken/"I won't admit to SH*T unless you do first" situation. Do they even like each other? Want to defeat each other?

They certainly plan to [REDACTED] each other. Possibly assassinate each other after. Or during. The Heros almost feel bad for the mercenaries who DEFINITELY are gonna get dragged into this. Better you then us, they guess. You poor, poor, bastards.

These f*ckers are going to be one upping each other till they DIE. Trying to rob each other blind. Kill, maim, and rip the secrets out off.

......AND they can make Clone Babies. So look forward to their kids.

Welcome to Hell, Heros. The Masters-Luthor Household is a NIGHTMARE FACTORY and God laughs. Mockingly.

(I love them so muuuuuch~☆)

@stealingyourbones

Short DPXDC Prompts #757

Vlad and Lex fake being married to cover up a scheme. This means they have to publicly keep up that appearance… It works a little too well.

[xengarden]

Benrey canon timeline

1. [REDACTED]

2. Employed at Black Mesa. Met and befriended Tommy, Jefferemm, Josh, and Forzen at some point, as well as a single random Coomer clone.

3.  hey. i KNEW this was gonna happen. i’m TELLING you- look, i’m... i like everything, i’m a great cool. i feel a good, but you make me angry! rememb- ...no! you remember..? the first time we met... you wa- you walk in- i’m on my shift, and you come in, and you got a dick slip in your... in your HEV suit. and i tried- i tried to stop you... i tried to tell you! i was stopping you, i was going “hey. yo dick out”, but you didn’t- i was tryna be nice, and then, you were talkin’ to my friend, j- jefferemm, and you’re telling him like, “awwww i don’t have my passport BLEUH MNEEUGH” but, and... he was so upset, he has anger issues, i was gonna protect you from him, we were- i was gonna be NICE to you. remember that??? no! that’s just my job! i- i mean, if there’s a dick- if, y’know, someone’s dick out on the job, i gotta stop ‘em. but like... you don’t remember? no, no! like... the first time we met. what test? LISTEN, i had a whole thing planned at the end of my shift, me and my friend... gonna go home, we were so close to clocking out, and then you show up, dick out, ruining shit.. and we’re- we were gonna go... home, and play... ohigot playstation THREE, we’ve both got playstation plus, one month... and... i got Heavenly Sword... new game out. Heavenly Sword... is NOT a rip-off of God of War. hap- happu- uhhh- Heavenly Sword was going to be the new Halo for Sony. and it was gonna be GREAT. there was gonna... Heavenly Sword was gonna have DLC where you could have 60 people in one server! throwing fraaags... n’ shit. and you RUINED that! and now i have to... go ask everyone at my job, it’s embarassing to ask for a free month of playstation plus cuz i couldn’t go home and play with my friend. YOU KNOW HOW S- how sucks that is for me??? bro!? it’s REALLY annoying! and then i have to go home, and i- i load up Youtube Yownloader to look up Heavenly Sword videos cuz i can’t DO IT because you RUINED it cuz i couldn’t go to the GameStop and get it from my friend Josh who’s the cashier. YOU WALKED IN WITH YOUR DICK OUT and ruined the whole night! My friends are here. These are the people I met online on when I had Playstation Plus. SONY CEO JACK TRETTON SURVIVED a nuclear- a nuclear bomb! SONY CEO JACK TRETTON HIRED... a Nintendo CEO Reggie and they built a big... BOMB that was gonna go off... but I saved the WORLD! so i didn’t- i didn’t have a big plan! i was ‘sposed to be nice, but you forced me to be BAAAAD so i gonna be baaad. friend. the- the- the- the big plot is slowly unraveling before our eyes, look at this. BBB. BBBB. WELCOME. AAHGHK AHH BBB BBBFBMBF BBB

4. His true nature is, unfortunately, kept [REDACTED] on a ‘need to know’ basis, and you, dear reader, do not need to know.

5. Comes back to life, sits in a urinal, high-school bullies Gordon Freeman in a cinema bathroom, hangs out with one of his skeleton friends, and watches his past self onscreen.

6. A few weeks of presumably nothing

7. Hacks his way into the Player’s stream. Commits several heists with varying levels of property damage and casualties. Wields a flamethrower that allegedly runs on his hatred for Gordon. Saves or attempts to protect Gordon’s life multiple times. Dies, but not really.

Additional notes: [REDACTED]. Expresses sadness and mild resentment for his death at the hands of the Science Team, though he dismisses past events and his rocky relationship with Gordon as ‘...whatever, man. it’s whatever,’ when pressed.

[carrs-universe-writes]

Rowan Fields Character Sheet

“I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I'll go to it laughing.”

First name: Rowan

Middle name: Tyler

Last name: Fields

Nickname: Ro

Birthday: August 1st

Age: 35

Height: 5′4

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Myers Briggs: ENFP-A

Alignment: True Neutral

Major Arcana: The Fool

Hogwarts house: Slytherin

RPG Class: Spy

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Hair color: Ashy brown

Hair style: Half shaved, usually in his face

Eye color: Hazel

Glasses: Yes, square frames with wire on top and thicker lower rims

Distinguishing facial features: A small scar under his eye from when he was a kid

Most prominent body part: His smirk

Body type: Athletic, runner

Makeup: If he’s feeling fancy he might wear eye liner

Scars: The one under his eye, and one on his stomach from an appendectomy

Birthmarks: A mole behind his ear

Tattoos: A line work camera on his rip cage

Clothes: He usually dresses professionally, in suits or dress shirts, but when he’s relaxing he’s just in jeans and a t-shirt

Skin: Light brown

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Outlook: Positive

Mannerisms: playing with his tie knot and blowing raspberries when he’s bored

Bad habits: Impulse buying things he doesn’t need

What makes them laugh out loud: Cody or their moms

Love language(showing): Words of affirmation, quality time

Love language(receiving): Quality time, physical touch

Strongest personality trait: Sense of humor

Weakest personality trait: Ability to take things seriously

Are they competitive: Yes

What is their greatest fear: Not being there when Cody needs them

When was the last time they cried: The last time they argued with Cody

Something that haunts them: [REDACTED]

Indoors or outdoors: Indoors

Secret habits: Taking secret candid shots of Cody when she isn’t looking

Pet peeves: Cops treating him and Cody like they aren’t real investigators

If they could change one thing about themselves: His height

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How big is their bio family: Just him and his moms

Perception of bio family: He’s pretty close to his moms and at least texts them daily if he can’t call them

Chosen family: Cody

Pets: He and Cody have a grumpy old cat that lives at their office

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What were they like as a child/teen/adolescent: Focused on school and hobbies

Did they grow up rich or poor: Middle class

Where they nurtured/neglected: Nurtured

Greatest achievement: Winning a short film award in high school

First kiss: They kissed their best friend in elementary school playing spin the bottle

One of the worst things they’ve ever said to someone they love: He once quit and told Cody to never call him again after they had an argument

Ambition: To be a well respected investigative journalist

Advice they have for their younger self: “There’s a girl you’ll meet, her name is Cody. She’s mean and grouchy and she acts like she can’t stand you, which is a lie. She will be the only woman you ever love. Hold onto her. Even when she pisses you off.”

A smell that reminds them on their youth: Oil and gasoline

Best childhood memory: Hanging out in the garage with their mom on weekends while their other mom was at work

Worst childhood memory: Having to call an ambulance for his mom when she cut her hand open working on a car and having to wait in the ER for his other mom to come from work

Last time they were crushed with disappointment: [REDACTED]

What is their greatest pride: Their scrapbooks

Has anyone ever saved their life: Yes

Has anyone ever endangered their life: Yes

Have they ever put themselves in mortal danger to save someone: Yes

Strongest childhood memory: Being stung by a bee and having an allergic reaction

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Do they believe in love at first sight: Yes

Are they currently in a relationship: No

How do they act in a relationship: Adventurous, outgoing, relaxed

When was the last time they had sex: A few years ago when they were in their last relationship

What are they like during sex: Very go with the flow

Have they ever been in love: Yes

Have they ever had their heart broken: Yes

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How do they respond to a physical threat: Trying to distract them until Cody can get involved

Are they more likely to fight with their fists or words: Words

Kryptonite: Cody

What would they save from their burning house:Their scrapbooks

Phobias: Bugs, but mostly bees

Weapon of choice: A gun or preferably Cody wielding a gun

What living person do they despise the most: [REDACTED]

Have they ever been bullied: Yes

Where do they go when they’re angry: They go to a busy place and

Do they have any enemies: Yes

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Current job: Investigative journalist/Private investigator

Feelings about job: He loves his job and likes helping people with Cody

Hobbies: Photography, filmography, cooking

Educational background: Bachelor’s in Journalism

Intelligence level: High

Any specialist training: Very mild combat training from Cody and some mechanic schooling from his mom

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Favorite animal: Owls

Least favorite animal: Bees

Place they’d most want to visit: London

Most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen: Cody choking on her coffee laughing

Favorite color: Sand

Favorite food: Cheesesteak

Favorite work of art: A custom car his mom painted

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What’s in their fridge: Old coffee and fast food leftovers

What’s on their bedside table: Their wallet and change, it’s typically a motel room’s

What’s in their car: Cassette tapes and old case files

What’s in their bag/wallet: Their press ID and some business cards

What’s in their pockets: Headphones

Most treasured possession: Their scrapbooks

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Religious views: Christian

What do they think Heaven is: Whatever you want it to be

What do they think Hell is: Eternally dark and cold

Are they superstitious: Yes

What would they like to be reincarnated as: A weasel

How would they like to die: Protecting Cody

Spirit animal: Albatross

Zodiac: Leo

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What is the worst thing that can happen to a person in their eyes: [REDACTED]

Their version of ‘freedom’: Driving down the freeway with Cody, listening to music on full blast

Last time they lied: They lie to people pretty regularly in their job

Views on lying: It’s just something that he has to do

Last promise they made: They promise Cody they’ll be careful every time they separate on a job

Did they keep or break it: They always try to keep it

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Eating habits: Usually fast food or gas station food

Allergies: Bees

Describe their home: Their apartment is pretty neat and bare, they spend most of their time in motels

Are they a minimalist or a clutter hoarder: They really only keep what they need in a suitcase

What is the first thing they do on a weekday morning: Stop to get coffee for him and Cody

What do they do on a Sunday afternoon: Watching movies with Cody

What are they usually doing on a Friday night: Going out for drinks with Cody

Soft drink of choice: They aren’t picky

Alcoholic drink of choice: Fruity mixed drinks

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Character archetype: The Creator

Their hero: Their moms

If they could save one person(alive): Cody

If they could bring one person back from the dead: Their grandpa

If they could call one person for help: His moms

How someone can redeem themselves: Apologizing and helping fix what they did wrong

Do they believe in happy endings: Yes

Their idea of perfect happiness: Running the detective agency with Cody

[ask-the-achs]

BATTLE START!

REDACTED Utah. 1945 hours Random church.

*in an old church that had fallen to disrepair and nature reclaiming the very elements that made up the church one very odd sight was at the end of the room. It was a large marble statue of an angel with its head missing and cracked wings with a..nun? Mental patient? In front of it. She was a gaint woman towering over most men she wore a rather faded and torn nuns uniform with what seems to be a rather thick and sleek spandex latex goretex mixture bodysuit that was a dark grey with four letters on it. A C H S.*

*stepping into the church sighing at the sight of the area stepped a shirtless man wearing rather tight purple pants. He had a mask on along with a claw he had long blonde braided hair ponytail he tilted his head seeing the nuns figure.*

"I must say...you are quite the accretive figure. Hut lord bison wants to study you. I need to bring you to heel or to death. You choose."

*the nun stood up from her kneeling showing off her heels and turning further showing her impressive size she also had a mask with no eyes that had a heavy amount of make up on it. The mask was porcelain with leather straps locking to a thick but very rusted lock. She tilted her head staring at Vega and with a sound that was simply a muffled and strained yell of rage ripping off one of the chains off her arms connected to a pair of ankles cuffs that were on her swinging the chain like a whip Vega soon dodged to which he quiped.*

"Oh the lady is into that sort of thing. How interesting."

*the nun gave a confused grunt and snapped the other chain dual whipping the area around her trying and failing to hit the bull fighter who weaved and dodged swiping at her with his claws at her cutting her outfit to ribbons. Oddly this made her madder but she finally got a hit in by grabbing a weighted ball of pure steel sending him through a window shattering it into peices making him stumbling backwards making him dropping his aggressive acts making him focus on his ninjitsu training jumping into a tree as Midnight ran out looking around only to be attacked from above by Vega who actually managed to tear her suit enough while jumping back seeing grey skin confusing him only for to see a coffin fly at him making him panic and duck as the coffin tore trough the rather thin Willow trees nearby as Midnight got up and with one simple swipe of her palm around the same time Vega did as well making both their maskes fall off and break Vega soon flipped out and turned to rage at the other woman only to make him and fall over in genuine disgust and horror*

*Midnights face was soon shown. She had darkened grey skin no eyes her ears and nose seemed to be gone. But due to her lack of self care due to being a undead nun her gums were a pitch black with shaped yellow teeth her lips were full torn and shredded stitches with her gums held together by wires which were snapping open and filling her mouth with clooded blood.*

"WHAT THE DEVIL ARE YOU YOUR FURIOUSLY HORRIDED CRETIN"

*he got up and pulled his claw up and started in a fit of fury clawing at her repeatedly tearing her suit and when he was done he stabbed her through her non existent stomach and threw her down into the church smashing through the floor but he soon a horid tapping and clacking*

*the clacking was soon shown to be her lower half running at him being nearly being quick enough to dodge his swipes the tapping was midnight upper half showing her hands were nothing but bone held together with metal plates to which lunged at Vega clawing his face making him scream in rage and pain while trying to not vomit only to somehow Not notice he had lost his claw due to the swipes soon after midnight grabbed his claw and impaled him in the leg to get him to stop running afterwards she wrapped her chains around his neck and repeatedly stomping her heels into his back neck and face.*

*when she was done all that was left was a broken Vega with a split head and broken nneck. She soon drags him to the front of the church and slammed him into the front of the decorative fountain which had dried up.*

*with one last guttural roar she walks back to the church only to be twleported to the ACHS main base.*

*Shed some time with a book....or five....or 20.*

WINNER MOTHER MIDNIGHT

This is gonna be fun.

VEGA VS MOTHER MIDNIGHT

Ugliness is a matter of perspective.

Vega info

Hight:6 foot 1

Weight:185lbs

Weapons:Bare Hands, Claw.

Strengths:as one of Shadowloo's four heavily kings and number one assassin he's one of the strongest and deadliest street fighters. Superhuman strength (can kick full grown men into the air he can slice motorcycles apart and smash through walls. Can easily suplex the 302lb sumo wrestler E.Honda) Superhuman durability (can survive getting upercutted into a chandelier by Ken and can get kicked through walls by Chun li. Shook off getting punched by Balrog who can punch an elephant to death. [Elephants can take 10000lbs of force without succumbing to head injury induced death. That poor elephant.]) Superhuman speed (He's well known as one of if not the fastest street fighter. Can speed blitz half the street fighter roster) highly skilled in fighting (his whole fighting style is a somehow expertly mixed combination of Spanish bull fighting and Japanese ninjitsu)

Weaknesses:Despite the feats of the fighters and skills he's rather frail compared to most of the roster not helped by a lack of armour though he's very skilled at dodging. Will torture his foe instead of killing them when given the chance. Will lose his fucking marbles if his face gets damaged. Due to his past he views all things beautiful as good and ugly as evil and will carve up anything ugly. (This comes from him coming home to see his gorgeous mother getting murdered by his ugly stepfather.)

Mother Midnight info

Hight:6 foot 4

Weight:100lbs (due to...her body.)

Weapons:Bare Hands, chains, ball weight, her own coffin.

Strengths:as an anomaly held in the Achs main base she's one of the stronger anomalies and these guys deal with a lot. Superhuman strength (Despite her body being all manner of fucked up she's capable of flipping cars derailing trains with a kick and effortlessly smashing through bullet proof glass. Despite being a harmless anomaly she's held in a danger anomaly cell. Most harmless and danger anomalies can bend steel. The weakest danger anomaly has been known to level 2 story buildings and MM can be considered the strongest danger anomly.) Superhuman durability (can no sell being stabbed shot is immune to fire and the cold. Got ran over by a minivan and stood back up not feeling it. Anti tank weapons and chainsaws can slow her down but not enough to make her weaker.) Suprising speed (Despite being covered in chains wearing platform heels held together with tar and having a 50lb weighted steel ball she's Suprisingly fast enough to dodge swipes from Moontear who's a skilled kickboxer. Has thrown her coffin fast enough and hard enough to obliterate men before any can duck.) Due to essentially being a corpse with no organs she can tear herself in half to make herself faster. Somehow can reassemble herself when needed. Can manipulate tar to reattach her limbs through staples and threads. Highly skilled at stitching herself or other things together. Due to her faith in 'the Others' she can read minds and souls allowing her to sense intent.

Weaknesses:really naive and dense along with kinda dumb (due to her dieing from a chandler falling on her head so hard it slip her head open tearing her brain in two and mangling her frontal lobe) being a corpse without her organs she's not in good condition physically. If her head is damaged or removed from her body she will die and stay dead till her head is put back on her body. Due to her becoming a nun after her first death due to a group of religious followers of 'The Others' she's a pacifist by nature unless she 'Finds a horrendously rottenly ugly soul' Kaito claims spirit tags can trap her still meaning she can be excorsised like any yokai pr spirit though people don't know why she's still around.

[legoshi-plz]

Captivity (Legoshi x Reader)

Summary: You and Legoshi are kidnapped and forced to breed. That’s it.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW 18+), Dark Themes/ Elements

A/N: @jiffygis requested a Legoshi x Omnivore! Reader so I went with a Dog because it fit the narrative of the story a little better.

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“HELP! ANYONE PLEASE!” You scream as you’re thrown into the cellar. The floor is cold and hard, you scrape your knee on the way down.

“Y/N? Is that you?” You recognize that voice but it’s much too dark to see.

“Oh shit, that right you can’t see. It’s me, Legoshi,” Your heart leaps at the familiar name.

“Legoshi! Where are you, I can’t- I-,” you flail your arms until you come into contact with the soft warmth that is his fur. He takes your hand.

“Where are we?” You whine, a tremble of fear lacing your voice.

“I don’t know, I was with the rest of the art department setting up for the festival and next thing I knew, I woke up here. Do you remember how you got here?” You could hear in his voice he was trying to be rational and keep the panic at bay. For that you were grateful because you were already on the verge of tears.

“N-no,” you choked back a sob.

Keep it together. Keep it together. Keep it tog-

“Well well well, what do we have here,” came a loud voice as the lights finally came on. You could finally see that the cellar wasn’t a cellar at all. It was a room with a large glass wall that revealed the source of the voice on the other side.

An older ram with horns so big they could have only been surgically enhanced stood on the other side. He wore an all red suit with gold cuff links and was flanked by two equally luxurious bulls, his protection no doubt.

“I see the boys weren’t lying when they said they’d brought me a prize. Quite the specimens indeed,” he grinned manically, revealing a set of pristine veneers.

“Who are you? What do you want from us?” Legoshi asked, subconsciously pushing you behind him in case things went astray.

“Ah yes, I suppose an explanation is in order. [Redacted]’s my name and I’m what you’d call.... a breeder. Used to breed for the Black Market but there’s no real money in that. Not like in Brawls that is.” Your heart sank at the words.

Brawls were an evolved form of antiquated Dogfights. They were illegal which made the underground circuit that much more profitable. You cringed at the thought of him entering you two into such a life. Legoshi was strong, an Alpha male, a wolf; he’d make it for sure. Yourself on the other hand? You were a Dog, a [Y/D/B] to be exact, one of the most domesticated species out there. You didn’t even eat meat for goodness sake! You wouldn’t last a minute in one of those bloodbaths.

“Seeing how easily my men brought you in, I can tell that neither of you can put up a fight. Looks like you’ll just have to serve a higher purpose.” The Ram guffawed a hideous laugh, his lackeys joining in obnoxiously.

“Please just let us go! We won’t tell anyone!” You yelp, still clinging to Legoshi’s hand.

“Oh I intend to let you go, dearie. After you’ve earned your freedom. You two are gonna breed me pups. Grey Wolf fighters will dominate in the ring and you’re going to give me a whole army of them.”

“But I’m not a Grey Wo-

“That’s clear to everyone in this room, Dog. But you’re young, healthy, and ripe for being bred. With genes as strong as his, they’ll run right through you.” He fished through his jacket pocket, pulling out a cigar and lighting it.

“Now.... how old are you two?” His lust-tinged eyes raked over the two of you.

“We’re highschoolers!” Legoshi spat, baring his fangs.

“That don’t answer my question.”

“Eighteen.” Legoshi said through gritted teeth.

“E-eighteen,” you sighed in defeat.

“Thought so. A little too young for my taste, so unfortunately I won’t be joining you for your first few breeds but maybe in future romps. However, my boys will be staying behind to make sure Wolfie gets the job done right.” The Ram began to make his exit, pausing right before he reached the doorway.

“And if he doesn’t get the job done right, my men will be sure to give you both a hands on demonstration on how to breed. And I assure you, no one breeds quite like bulls.”

The door slammed and you felt your heart drop. You looked up at Legoshi but he was refusing eye contact, his glare focused on the 2 enormous bulls on the other side of the glass who pulled up 2 chairs, waiting for the ‘show’ to start.

“Look we’re gonna give you about 15 minutes to get your shit together. Talk it out, foreplay, whatever you gotta do but if when the times up, we don’t see any fucking, we’re coming in and I’ve got a hard-on you wouldn’t believe, sweetheart,” One of the goons smirked, winking at you. You dropped your head in disgust.

“Legoshi, what are we gonna do?” You whined, tugging at his sleeve.

“I- I don’t know,” he covered up his face with the one hand you weren’t clinging to for dear life.

“I don’t want them to... to...” you couldn’t even say it, which in a way felt worse and somehow darkened the atmosphere even more.

“Legos-

“TEN MORE MINUTES,” The bull called and you felt a chill run down your spine.

“Look Legoshi, we don’t have a choice, your going to have to-

“Don’t! Don’t say it!”

“Legoshi look at me!” He forced himself to finally face you. “You’re going to have to fuck me. We don’t have a choice in this and we can’t wait around anymore. Just... I don’t know, close your eyes and pretend I’m someone else if you have to. We just have to get the job done,” you lamented, your cheeks burning in embarrassment.

“What- what if I hurt you?” Legoshi’s eyes softened and you caught a glimpse of the turmoil behind his eyes. You could see you needed to grant him permission.

“You could never hurt me worse than they will if they come in here. Now please Legoshi, I need you,” you could see the resolve settle in his eyes and he sighed in defeat.

“Should I... or did you...? Your, um, clothes,” he said gesturing to your uniform.

“Oh, um, I guess whatever will get you going,” Legoshi seemed torn so you decided to proceed taking off your own clothes.

“C’mon, we don’t really have time for this. What can I do to get you hard?” You asked throwing off your top and dropping your skirt.

“I-I don’t know okay...” Legoshi said as he started peeling off his own clothes.

“Legoshi.... are you? Are you a-

“FIVE MINUTES RUNTS!”

“Yeah I am,” he cringed kicking his shoes off. He seemed mortified.

“Wow I never would have imagined,”

“It’s pathetic, I know.”

“No! It’s not pathetic at all, I’m one too. I just thought... I mean look at you, you’re the farthest thing from unattractive. And then you’re so.... well... such an ideal partner, especially in the Carnivore community, not to mention your kind of mysterious which is also desirable to most girls on top of being so kind and considerate so I just naturally assumed....” you trailed off when you noticed he was undressed already except for his underwear, taking in everything you said with an unreadable expression.

“Sorry! I’m just rambling because I’m nervous.” You unclasped your bra, revealing your chest to all three of the small audience. You heard a lewd whistle from one of the Ram’s henchmen.

“Let the show begin Sugartits, and you better make it a good one!” The Bulls roared with laughter. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves before you dropped to your knees in front of Legoshi.

“W-what are you doing?” Legoshi gasped, his ears and tail nearly standing on end.

“This won’t work out for either of us if you’re soft,” you said yanking down his underwear. To your surprise, though not at maximum potential, he was far from ‘soft’.

You took his awakened member into you hands and pumped it twice before capturing the head between your lips. He was warm, oh so warm. You couldn’t help but moan at the feeling, the sensation in turn causing him to tremble.

He began to really grow in your mouth, it seemed as if the more you took of him, the more there was. You began to really get into it, using both hands to pump him while taking as much as you could down your throat. You had never been in this position before so you glanced up to see if he was even enjoying this only to find him with both his hands placed firmly behind his back, his teeth gritted.

“Legoshi...” you called in a thick voice that came out lustier than you intended, “relax, you’ve got to enjoy this to some degree of we’re going to get you to cum.”

You released his pulsating member and stood up, so that you could pull his towering frame down to lay on the ground. It was easier said than done but once he laid down, you mounted him.

“Calm down, Legoshi. Forget about them, okay? It’s just us here,” you whispered, nuzzling into his neck, hoping to calm him down. You were met with a strained growl in return. He was still holding back.

Your knowledge of sex education began and ended with sexual relations between Dogs, however, your own curious nature had more often than not tempted your porn searches towards the Wolf genre which was shockingly similar. You desperately tried to rack your brain to think of what to do in this situation but in almost every instance of a domesticated canine and a Wolf, there was very little for the canine to do other than simply.... submit. And that was exactly what you were going to do.

“Legoshi... let it out. You don’t have to hold back. I’m ready for you to take me,” you moaned, nipping along his jawline.

In an instance you were on your back. Legoshi hovered above you and you could tell something in him snapped. He was ready to finally let the Wolf take over.

He practically ripped your underwear off your body, prying your legs open and inhaling a long, pointed whiff of your natural essence. He started salivating immediately, seeming almost intoxicated off your sent alone.

He dove right in, not wasting a second in tasting you. His growls became louder as he lapped at the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he growled against your sex before diving back in. You moaned as your paws found their way into the fur on his head, tugging lightly. If Legoshi was anywhere near inexperienced, he definitely wasn’t showing it.

His tongue pulled you closer and closer to the edge until you felt yourself go lightheaded. You could feel your orgasm already at its brink.

“Legoshi,” you moaned, your grip on his fur brutal as you came in ecstasy. Legoshi finally rose, his eyes feral with need. He wasted no time aligning himself with your entrance before he began to stretch you out as slowly as he could being this consumed with lust.

His growl was absolutely menacing as he bottomed out inside you, your body feeling full to the brim. He started off with a few weak thrusts before the sensation drove him to increase to a near bruising speed.

You were in heaven at the foreign feeling of being connected with another animal in such a primal way. It was like Legoshi was everywhere, hovering above you, caging you between his massive arms while he harrowed at your womb.

You were still sensitive from the previous orgasm he’d given you so the second one came suddenly, catching you completely by surprise. You cried his name in a strained, desperately horny voice that sounded almost nothing like you.

Legoshi’s thrusts became harder, with more force as his knot began to lock into place. With a few more pumps, he came with a howl, his body locked into yours by the swollen knot. You both caught your breath as the reality of the situation began to dawn on the two of you again.

“Shit, Y/N are you okay? Did I hurt you?” His exhausted eyes filling with a light panic. You brought your hand to the side of his face to stroke his fur in an attempt to calm him. From the way he nuzzled into your hand, you’d say that it worked.

“I’m fine, Legoshi. More than fine. That was.... incredible,” you didn’t miss the way his tail began to wag at the praise.

“Y/N, I-” he was cut off by the sound of the door slamming. You both looked over to see the Ram’s henchmen had taken their exits, their jobs done.

Your eyes began to feel low, and you struggled to keep them open. Legoshi noticed your spent state and wrapped his arms around you, flipping the the two of you so that you were lying on his chest. You buried your face into his soft as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

“Y/N.... I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now...” was the last thing you heard before slumber claimed you, Legoshi’s confession falling of deaf ears.

[justleaf]

Summary

Roche and Iorveth go on a date with Geralt as their chaperone (not the hat).

Content Background

This one is especially painful to yeet because it was already completed, together with 50% of the next chapter that was the smutty bits. It was finished right about the time I posted Chapter 5 and would have fit in as Chapter 11, but it just didn't make sense with all the additional plot points I'd shoved in.

I've redacted the parts that could potentially get my tumblr banned btw please donut laugh when you see it.

Original Fic

It Took Years

Length

2,300 words

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“Geralt, remember when I released you from prison and saved you from the Nilfgaardians a year ago?”

The white wolf raised his eyebrows in surprise. Roche had never called in a favour for him, and he could tell that Geralt knew it was going to be quite significant. He had thought about it too many times and despite the embarrassment and possibly never being able to look the witcher in the eye, he simply had no other choice.

“Look, I just need you to help Iorveth and I create an alibi.”

“... Uh-huh?”

“We have a meeting with Dijkstra in Novigrad in a week's time, and I plan to…” he swallowed hard when the words became momentarily stuck in his throat. It took another second for him to gather his courage to speak, and the slight tremble in his voice was immediately noticeable.

“I plan to spend the night with Iorveth in one of the inns the night before. But we need someone to cover us.”

The white wolf seemed to grow even paler and his lips pressed together in contemplation.

“You know that I have enhanced senses.”

“I know, but I need to make sure that no one catches us. Not the Scoia'tael, Blue Stripes, Dijkstra’s spies, Redanian spies, any Nilfgaardian-”

“Alright, alright, I get it. You just need to make sure that everyone thinks that I invited you two for a drink and make sure that no one is listening in.”

“I know I’m asking a lot of you, but you’re the only one I can trust in this situation. I haven’t… Iorveth and I don’t have any other opportunities. I can’t even hold his hand without worrying that someone is watching.”

Geralt stared blankly at him and Roche’s heart began to pump harder. His worry must have shown on his face, for the witcher immediately sighed and shook his head.

“Come to the Chameleon. I’ll get you guys a suite. With a wall to separate the living area and the bedroom.”

Roche looked up at him and down a few times, wondering first if Geralt had misspoke, and then if he had misheard. When the witcher said nothing and shrugged, Roche finally accepted it with a nod.

“Thanks, Geralt. Drinks are on me,” he muttered and hung his head a little. Embarrassment was beginning to burn his cheeks.

“Don’t mention it. I’ll see you soon.”

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“Why are we here so early when Geralt only wanted to see us after sundown,” Iorveth whispered as they passed the guards that almost ripped their papers in half. Roche had smooth-talked his way in and Iorveth was impressed, even though he didn't let it show.

They had set aside their armour and entered the city dressed as merchants: Roche in a nondescript outfit that let him blend in with the rest of the nobles, and Iorveth draped in a cloak that obscured his elven features.

The sun was nowhere near setting when they arrived in the city. Roche had intended to take him on a date around the city, but didn’t want to admit it.

“I didn’t want to disappoint Geralt by being late.”

“Gwynbleidd would have understood.”

“Well, since we’re already here, we might as well explore the city. I heard of a tavern along the docks with an elven cook. Would you like to go there?”

The mention of food changed Iorveth’s expression immediately and Roche suppressed his laughter.

They dined at the Golden Sturgeon, where Iorveth immediately received preferential treatment from a redhead with freckles (it's Bea btw). She made sure to seat them in a relatively hidden corner and Roche could see the elf progressively relax as his shoulders began to sag. He even spotted the hints of a smile dancing on his lips when she put some strange fish dish in front of him.

Just when Roche thought that Iorveth was incapable of enjoying himself even more, he became increasingly pliant when they sat down at the Chameleon for a pint while a band played in the background. Roche didn't understand the first thing about music, but his two mugs of ale were enough to get him to keep his reservations.

Besides, he had something really cute to look at.

The elf's cloak was finally down and he could see the tips of his pointed ears twitch with every beat of the drum. He thought about how nice it would have been to pin him down to the bed and toy with his ears. His eyes trailed across the elf’s neck. If they didn’t have anywhere to be tomorrow, he would have left bite marks across that smooth skin.

<em>Mine,</em> he thought, and he wanted the world to know once all this was over.

“You play the recorder don’t you,” Roche asked out of the blue. Their eyes met and Iorveth was slightly startled by the intensity of his gaze, but he didn’t back down.

“Yeah. There’s been too much going on recently and I haven’t had the chance to though.”

“You can practice with mine tonight.”

“Vernon,” Iorveth warned with a glare, and then quickly glanced around the room to see if anyone was within earshot. There wasn’t, but the tension in his body didn’t leave.

“I could polish yours all night too, you know.”

The elf flinched and could see the pink develop along the tops of Iorveth’s high cheekbones and the tips of his ear. Past his flustered expression however, there was a particular heat blossoming in his eyes. Roche didn’t let up, his curiosity driving him to see just how much he could take it.

“My carrying case is a bit small, but I’m sure yours will fit in with a bit of a shove."

This time, Iorveth couldn't resist the urge to push back. Dandelion's tavern was filled with his regulars who were deep in their own conversations, and they were just talking about music, right?

"So you admit that my instrument is bigger."

"Well the quality of the instrument doesn't matter if the musician has no idea how to handle it."

"I think we've proven that I'm the better player though."

"Our last few encounters haven't exactly been skewed in my favour and I still managed."

"There is no fairness in music and in battle. You should know this, <em>Commander</em>."

The way Iorveth said the word made his mouth go dry.

Now <em>that</em> was truly unfair, and his [banana] agreed. He was seconds away from tugging Iorveth upstairs when the doors swung open and in stepped the white wolf.

"Geralt!" he called out and waved a hand.

"Nice to see you both. I hope you didn't wait long."

The witcher took a few steps towards them, sniffed the air and wrinkled his nose. He had this resigned look about him and Roche immediately knew that he could smell their arousal.

"Let's drink in my room," Geralt suggested and grabbed four mugs of ale from a passing waitress. She protested at first, but nodded and flashed him a huge smile when she saw who he was.

They headed up the stairs and Roche had to try very hard not to openly stare at Iorveth's ass. It [eggplant] and he had no choice but to stare ruefully at the ground.

As soon as he saw that the second floor was empty, he reached out and pinched the elf's behind. Iorveth jumped at the touch and almost spilled his own mug of ale, and Roche was treated to one of those embarrassed glares. They quietly ascended another flight of stairs and neared the room, and Roche could feel his heart race and his breathing grow ragged.

Finally, after two weeks of planning and trying to fit all the pieces together, it was happening. It had been a year since Dol Blathanna and months since they started seeing each other, and Roche was raring to go.

Geralt opened the door to a suite on the top floor that was exactly as he described: a small living area with a table for four and a few sparse furnishings, though it was far more comfortable than the arrangements he was used to. Partitioned off by a wall and door was a bedroom mostly occupied by a sizable bed and more pillows than he could count. A decision made by the bard, no doubt.

As soon as the door closed behind them and they set down their mugs, Roche grabbed Iorveth’s collar and shoved him towards the bedroom. The elf looked mortified and nearly lost his footing, but he recovered within the span of a few steps. He grabbed Roche’s arms and plucked them off him, then tried to shove him backwards but Roche held his ground.

“What the fuck, Roche?!”

Roche took a step back and considered Iorveth’s anger. The elf's gaze had grown sharp and alert, but he was mostly just shocked at the audacity of his actions. He just flashed him a devious smile and was returned a twitch of confusion.

“What? Didn’t you always like roughhousing me on the forest floor?”

“Not in front of Gwyn-”

Roche barely gave Iorveth a chance to answer. He charged forward, wrapped an arm around the elf’s waist, and threw him straight into bed. Iorveth went flying into the mattress with a groan and Roche climbed straight into his lap. Heavy footsteps thudded behind them and stopped by the door.

“Oil’s on the nightstand. Don’t get the sheets dirty and take your shoes off before you get in bed dammit. I can’t afford to pay for new sheets too.”

“Gwynbleidd, what is the meaning of this.”

“Just a little gift from me to the both of you. Have fun, Iorveth. Just try not to make too much noise.”

The door behind them closed and Iorveth just stared blankly at Roche, who was already taking off his top. No words came out of the elf’s gaping mouth, so Roche blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“Enjoying the date so far?”

“Explain yourself Roche, I’m not-”

The elf had to pause when Roche began grinding in his lap. It worked until it didn't, and Iorveth grabbed onto his hips to still them. Roche just wanted to get to the fucking already, but the elf refused to be distracted no matter how much he tried.

“Did you plan all this? Coming to my camp to pick me up. Picking flowers for me along the path. Bringing me to the tavern for dinner. Having drinks. This fake meeting with Gwynbleidd.”

“Of course. When else was I going to get the opportunity to take you out on a date?”

Something in Iorveth cracked visibly and Roche went dead still with nervousness. The other lowered his gaze and Roche cupped his face in his hands, desperate for his elf to be okay. He stroked his cheek gently and tilted his head up to try and get a better look at that unreadable expression. This was the opposite of what he hoped would happen and worry began to pool in his stomach.

“Hey, hey. What’s wrong. Talk to me,” he urged and placed a peck on the scarred cheek. There was no answer, so he continued fluttering kisses along his jawline. He felt like his world might come crashing down at any moment and resisted the urge to salvage the situation before he knew what was going on.

It felt like Iorveth was cycling through a thousand and one emotions. He cupped the elf's face in his hands and pulled back, where he was greeted by a vulnerability he had never seen before. The other had this dazed and awed look in his eyes, and if Roche wasn't so flustered by the sudden change of pace, he might he caught his surrender.

“Vernon…”

“I’m here. What is it? You can tell me.”

“It’s just...overwhelming.”

“In a good way or bad way?”

“Good way.”

Roche released the breath he didn’t realise he had been holding. It was nice that the reaction was somewhat positive, but Roche’s poor heart couldn’t take the anticipation. Surprising Iorveth was turning out to be quite bad for his health.

“Well. Have you enjoyed yourself?”

“Mmn.”

“It's okay. We'll take it at your pace.”

“I just... need some time to process this. I’ve never been treated like this before. It's overwhelming.”

“Well you deserve it. Take the time you need, it’s okay,” Roche encouraged again and placed another peck on his nose as he undid the bandanna that obscured half his face.

This really wasn’t how he thought the evening would go, but he had to admit that it was nice. At the core of it, all he really wanted was to be able to kiss and hold Iorveth intimately without fear of someone catching them. Now they were in bed and there was someone trustworthy to watch their backs, he supposed he had achieved his goal. Maybe they could just hold off the fucking for a while more.

“Do you want to take a nap with me,” Roche offered after they'd sat in silence for a while.

“Yeah… I would like that very much.”

Iorveth tried to take off his cloak, but Roche shushed him and pushed his hands aside. The elf had a blank look on his face and hurt momentarily flashed across his eye.

"Let me," Roche rushed to salvage as he pulled loose the strings on his cloak.

“I can undress myself you know.”

“I know you can, but just let me pamper you a bit more.”

The tips of Iorveth's ears were bright red and Roche suppressed the urge to tease him about it. Slowly, he helped the elf strip down to his underwear and slipped him beneath the sheets. Then he took off his own garments and joined him, snuggling up to that warm and slender body that seemed to fit so perfectly with his.

Yeah, he could wait.

[applsauss]

Miracle | War-Tober #4

Description: The bayonet nears his chest; you have a Luger.

Fandom: Saving Private Ryan


Pairing: 
Stanley Mellish/Reader

Word Count: 
1k+

Warning(s):  None.

“Upham?” Mellish asks. 

You hold your breath, rifle trained on the doorway leading to the staircase. There is no answer. You adjust your hold on your rifle, then quietly climb up onto the dresser at the far side of the room for a different angle. 

Mellish’s breathing is loud and haggard in the room; so is yours. The sound of fighting on the street dies away as you strain your ears to pick up any little sound from the staircase -- a stray breath, the squeak of boots, the sound fabric makes when it brushes against a wall. 

Each beat of your heart hits you like an artillery shell. Fear coats your hands in sweat. The wait is agony. Neither you nor Mellish dare to make another sound. The silence grows louder, louder, and an itching, twisting, anxiety claws up your body, then shoots through your arms all the way to your trigger finger. You’ve had enough.

You fire a smear of shots into the wall, from head height to stomach. There is a thud, then blood spills out into the doorway, crimson and dark. A quick glance at Mellish tells you he still has his rifle up, pointed at the doorway, and you follow suit. God, there was no way that was Upham, right? He would have called out.

For all your alertness, you don’t hear the bullets that pierce you being fired. One moment you were staring at the wall you’d just shot through, the next you were tumbling from the dresser and onto the ground, mouth parted as a squeak of surprise rushes from your lips. 

The taste of copper floods your mouth. You cough and it’s wet. Facedown on the floor, you flail your arms and claw at the floorboards, trying to flip yourself onto your back, but the movement makes pain redact your thoughts, throbbing in time with your heartbeat and centered around your abdomen.

You hear a struggle; grunts, huffs, feet scuffling. Someone kicks you. You wheeze. Your lips are wet and you stare at the puddle of red growing beneath you. 

“Private! Private!”

Mellish is calling for Upham. 

“No!” he shouts, his voice hoarse, angry, terrified. 

With what’s left of your strength, you roll your head to the side and find Mellish laying on the ground a couple feet away, a Kraut on top of him, using his weight to try and sink a bayonet into Mellish’s chest. Fear blooms under your ribs, and burns through them like a lick of desperate fire.

Mellish is fighting for his life.

Mellish -- Stanley Mellish. Your Stanley Mellish -- is fighting for his life. 

There is a Luger in your webbing. 

BANG!

“Oh, thank God. Thank God” Stanley cries out, sitting up and checking the blood on his chest. Then he shoves the Kraut off him and scrambles over to you. “Just one more.” The pistol slips from your hand and clatters onto the floor as you’re flipped onto your back. He wastes no time tearing off your webbing and ripping your jacket open, buttons popping and flying across the room. “Just spare one more -- It’s not too much to ask for, God, please.” 

“Mel,” you breathe and he quits muttering for a second to look at your face. 

“What is it? What is it? Anything, I swear. Just don’t fucking leave me --” He glances down again, then tears open your shirt -- “You can’t fucking leave me.” He’s tearing out his medkit and frantically mopping up the blood with his sleeves before you can even respond. 

Mellish curses loudly, then tears open a sulfa packet with his teeth and begins pouring it over the bullet holes in your gut till there’s a mound of powder. Then he bunches up his bandages and bears down on you with his weight, putting pressure on the wound till you cry out and grip his arms. 

“Mel!” 

There is a sound at the door and you both turn, Mellish already grabbing your Luger and pointing it at the doorway with the intent to kill, when Upham stumbles in, pale as a ghost, mouth dropped open and tear tracks painted in dirt on his face.

“Oh, thank God.” Mellish drops the gun and continues treating your wounds. “Get a medic, Upham.” Mellish’s voice is roughed with panic as he barks the order. Upham doesn’t move. “Get a goddamn medic, Upham!” When Upham doesn’t respond, Mellish turns and bares his teeth at the corporal. “Move!” he shouts, aggressive. 

Upham drops the belts of .30 cal ammo on the floor and flees down the stairs. 

You cough and groan with the increasing pressure Mellish is putting on your wounds. The blood loss is making you heavy; forces a violent shiver through your body. “Mel,” you manage to say. “My leg.” 

“Fuck!” Mellish pulls away, then fumbles with your pant leg until he finds the bullet on your thigh. “Fuck!” He hauls your legs up over his lap then starts wrapping it as well, pressing down on the wound until you cry out.  

Your vision blurs. “Gimme a smoke, Mel,” you say weakly. 

This time, he doesn’t say anything, just pulls at his breast pocket until a pack of cigarettes fly out and then he’s setting one in your mouth and lighting it. You take a puff, and then let the cigarette hang loosely between your lips, blowing out the smoke. Whatever shallow relief it offers, you hold it to you greedily. 

“Just promise me you’re not gonna die,” Mellish says quietly. “Promise me.” 

Your vision darkens and your head lulls back against the ground. You’d hate to be made a liar. “I promise, Mel. Don’t got nothin’ to worry about.” You smile with the last of your strength, and Mellish squeezes his eyes shut.

“Okay. okay.” He dips his head down, buries his nose in the crook of your neck and lets out a hoarse sob. “Just don’t… Just don’t… Please.” He presses a smattering of soft kisses to the skin of your neck, across your face, and as you close your eyes, you hope for his sake this isn’t the end. 

“God,” he says as you fade. “Just one more miracle. Please.”

Masterlist | War-tober Prompts | My Schedule

[grifalinas]

So in EPISODE ONE, we find the LADY living a normal life- or so it seems oooo~~~~. She's working as a barista as a locally owned coffee shop, believing she lost the last twenty-five years of her life to a coma. Yes I ripped this from Men In Black but it's the easiest handwave. Low-hanging fruit hangs low for a reason. Unknown to her, the café is owned by a FAIRY, who is also a- well, stop me if you've heard this joke before.

Among her coworkers is the WEREBEAR, who has been going through some CHANGES lately. He just moved to a new town looking for a fresh start after {BACKSTORY REDACTED} but the fresh start he was looking for didn't involve growing hair in odd places, packing on weight, and being hungry all the time. Actually, it did, part of his move involved finally starting HRT. No wonder it's taken him so long to realize he's literally turning into a BEAR, when he's also turning into a BEAR at the same time. This is about the standard you can expect for jokes on this show.

The story picks up with the WEREBEAR and the LADY talking about his experience with testosterone and how he didn't realize it was going to make him SO much what it is. She suggests he goes to his doctor because that doesn't sound normal actually.

On her way home that night, she walks past the MANSION, just like every night, and has a strange sense of deja vu. Deciding to satisfy the odd pull the MANSION seems to have on her, she walks up to the door and knocks. A BUTLER answers the door and when she asks who lives here, politely informs her that it is the home of his master, who is currently out. The MANSION doesn't seem to have a pull on her while she's standing beside it, so she decides that her curiosity has been sated, and goes home.

At home, the VAMPIRE is standing on her balcony. He asks her to let him in, but he's a creepy guy standing on the edge of her balcony asking to be let into her house so she kicks him. He plummets several floors to the asphalt below, then gets up and brushes himself off and yells some kind of return to her before stalking off.

She goes down to inspect the scene, thinking maybe there's been some kind of prank, and when she gets down there she finds the MEMENTO from the end of the pilot with a note that says "Recuarda Me". There's a cool effect and a flashback to the events of the pilot, just before the LADY and the VAMPIRE are getting ready to go take on the BEAR GOD. She tells him that the MEN WHO WEAR BLACK SUITS will wipe her memories, and tells him that this is the most fun she's had in ages and she hopes he'll remember it for both of them. He tells her he has the option of doing literally that and we're meant to infer that he stored her memories in the MEMENTO to be returned to her later.

With her memories restored, she goes to the MANSION, where the VAMPIRE and the POLTERGEIST are both delighted to see her back. The VAMPIRE informs her that the reason he took so long to restore her memories is because he wanted her to have at least a few weeks of a normal life before she went back to Knowing Things.

Now that she Knows Things again, she is able to put together the evidence of her coworker and realize he's turning into the new BEAR GOD, since while gods can die, their godhood doesn't and just transfers to a new host. They go to confront the coworker just in time for him to TRANSFORM and run off into the woods.

They go track him down, but sometime during the chase they decide that it actually might be better if they leave him, because otherwise the godhood will just transfer again. When they find him, they are able to get through to him and restore his grasp on his humanity, so he can take on his godhood properly.

At some point it is addressed that it's kind of weird that the GOD OF BEARS is in a human vessel. This never comes up again.

With the WEREBEAR now in control of his abilities, the TRIO decide that they should just form their own SECRET ORGANIZATION and take care of threats to the masquerade. They return to the MANSION to discuss the idea.

The episode ends with the POLTERGEIST decorating the OFFICE in the MANSION where they will meet with CLIENTS, and the BUTLER opening the door to let in a HUMAN, who is carrying a flier with a call for INTERNS on it. The stinger of the episode is the VAMPIRE out in the city hunting for his next meal.

[saltyyashahime]

You know, I've been thinking this lately but isn't the whole [redacted] storyline a HUGE Star Wars rip off? I mean, "a couple that first meet when one of them is drastically underage end up becoming lovers later on, have twins, the mother is soon 'out of the picture', the father 'turns to the dark side' and the twins get separated, being only able to be reunited as grown ups, in order to 'redeem their father'..." I mean, George Lucas should probably be suing them

Padme was 14. Anakin was 9. They were both underage. Again. This is not the same. Closer than a lot of ships, but Padme is a crush Anakin has.

Padme does not treat him as anything more than a child. “Aww look this tiny dork has a crush on me”

Once his job is done he is taken to the jedi for training and does not see her again until he is 19. Anakin is protecting her in both scenerios.

Do I like the love story. No its still not great but its more akin to Koga and Ayame.

But the whole twins thing, happened in twitches too. The story line isnt that orignal. Queen Seondeok would also like its spilt up twins-prophecy story line back.

I think you would struggle to make it stick in a suit.

Then again- Disney could take on Sunrise if they wanted. I just doubt they’re that invested.

[sleightofsight]

 angst  :-)

warning: possibly major character death, blood/injury mention, general whump warnings. light gore warning. 

word count: 1.6k

characters: 

berith ryan kensley. (oc, belongs to me (alt account for berith &co is @divergent-demons) )

marvin collins-delvaux. 

erin attwell. (belongs to @lilsprout-exe.) 

alphie hallbjörn-seeker.(aka they of many names.) (belongs to @sibling-ursidae)

 jackson collins-delvaux. (belongs to @miishae) 

nebula (haha redacted last name go brrr). (belongs to @oasisofgalaxies.) 

mentions of egos.

  ——⍟——««»»——⍟——««»»——⍟——««»»——⍟——««»»——⍟——

Our star adversary of the night clicks his tongue impatiently as he tosses a knife into the air with a casual flick of his wrist, his softened wool coat lying open and spread against the seat of his chair. The coat framed a white button up shirt, short-sleeve with a formerly worn black suit jacket below it. Admittedly, he’d only taken it off after sneaking into an apartment complex full of people who could take him one with one hand tied behind their back.

Taking two of their occupants with him was hard enough without detection, but well-placed portals helped Berith out well enough.

Not to mention the chosen time of half past three am, of his caper. 

The stress was enough to make him sweat, even with the planning he’d taken,  and it did. No one likes wet clothing.

Two teenagers glare at him from the center of the surprisingly well furnished hideout, wrapped down into softened velvet armchairs with twin clear sprays of water. The substance had wrapped around their wrists and tied them down to the armrests, traveling upwards to fasten to teens to one another with their forearms back to back.

There was no reasonable answer for the bruises and inch-long cuts they’d both suffered, with about three each.

Information has a price.

No bonds for their heads or mouths yet, as neither of them had really mouthed off all that much. 

Save for the one with strawberry-pink hair cursing at him using...candies? Whatever being called a ‘rotten peppermint patty’ and ‘plastic-mold gummy bear’ meant, Berith didn’t quite care for it. 

Along with the other one, the one with messy brown hair knotted into a braid...they were merely glaring at him, but every so often, they seemed to....-vibrate?- in their seat. 

Certainly a trick of the eyes. 

Right? 

“When will your father arrive?” 

His first words to the pair were ones of calculated weight, measured out for the moments of silence before, and yet thrown out with all the grace of plastic-wrapped rubbish. 

The brighter boy manages an extremely non-threatening scowl before turning away, but the other one- Alphie, his research had garnered, they/them and rather...ordinary- spoke up, almost certainly vibrating in their seat this time around. 

“Why’d you take us? Where’s da? Where’s dad?” 

With an over-pronounced sigh falling from the man’s lips, Berith stands up from his own ornately decorated armchair, catching the hilt of the emerald-inlaid blade with one final flick of his fingers. There’s barely a space of ten feet between the chairs, but each step he takes makes it feel as though it was an eternity, widening the distance as the silver of his weapon glints from a diamond-decorated chandelier light. 

“I couldn’t give a single damn caring about your father’s husband. I want your father, the one who goes by the name of Marvin Delvaux, here. We have a matter to settle, and he seems to ...spurn my beckoning. Seeing as you two are the closest ones to him, exempting the space girl, and the husband, you were the best ones for the job.” 

He could see Alphie visibly tense, and another few steps were taken forwards as the strawberry-blond boy speaks. Erin Attwell, taken in by this family, as Alphie had.

“They wouldn’t come here, they’re not pissbabies like you. Marvin and Jackie are better than you could h-” 

Pissbaby? 

Berith blinks in semi-shock at the teen’s statement before rolling his eyes, flicking his wrist and binding a bolt of water across his mouth, cutting him off mid sentence. 

“You don’t know the magician like I have. The fool would do anything for his loved ones.” 

With his back towards the wall, and body facing the teens, his blade was inches away from Alphie’s neck, ready to draw blood if need be to get this damned man out of hiding, after all these years- 

So he’s able to see the way their lips blossom into full smiles within moments, shoulders straightening as their eyes both fix on a point behind him- 

Ah. 

Probably should’ve done something to take care of the parents, rather than leave them be- 

“Berith!” 

Shit. 

Seafoam green cracks a vertical line in the wall before widening into the familiar circular portal of the magician wielding it, slicing open as fire swims off of the man emerging from it. 

Formerly blue eyes roll with dark blue flames, a color rarely seen at Marvin’s hand, before he levitates over to the demon, gripping his white dress collar and lifting him about an inch off the ground. 

Only raising the two-inch shorter man to Marvin’s level. 

Behind the two, from the portal, a baseball-cap wearing entity with wild purple hair leaps down, accompanied by a supersuit clad hero in red and black. 

Nebula and Jackie, both hellbent on making one man pay. 

Neb grips the hilt of a baseball bat, eyes dancing darkly as a single nod from the hero at her side leads her to the tied down teens, followed soon after by Jackie himself. 

Those bonds would take some time to work through. 

While they led on, Marvin’s fingers tighten around Berith’s collar, burning the fabric under his mere touch, as he yanks the man up higher, pure rage and adrenaline dancing through his red-hot blood. 

“Marvin, old friend.” 

Even in this scenario, Berith gives the magician a winning smile, toes barely brushing the ground, as his knife was only gripped tighter between the fingers of his right hand. 

“Don’t you dare call me that ever again. Not after what you did.” 

Marvin’s fingers tighten, burning Berith’s upper torso and shoulders, along with either side of his neck- but it didn’t garner an emotion other than a mere flutter of pain from the man. 

Emotions run high and fast between the two of them, as Marvin lowers Berith to the ground, only to grab at his wrists and form a fiery linking chain- but he wasn’t fast enough. 

Sometimes, the numbing power of adrenaline, in certain parts of the body, was a disadvantage. 

What he didn’t notice was the knife slipping into his rib cage. 

What he did notice, however, was the sudden stabbing pain searing it’s way through his chest, causing a scream to tear from the magician’s lungs; multiplied by two. 

Multiplied by twists. 

The second wound leaves the silvery blade slick with blood, the winning smile formerly displayed on the demon’s face extending more into a sick grin. Dislodging the weapon, scarlet shines against the delicate carver, the amount of blood dripping from the wound becoming wildly disproportionate for a blade injury of that size. 

“Gotcha.” 

Blood magic. 

A subset of water magic. 

One Berith’s training had let him learn, and handle well. 

And one that caused the magician to drop to the ground, sucking in a rattled breath as his hands rise to the feline shaped mask crowning his features, ripping it off in a search for air. 

His hands fall to the ground, trying to raise themselves to the wounds to heal. 

The leather dress shoes before him click against the ground for a moment before a wave of whitewater rises up; 

and Berith Kensley is gone. 

“Jackie-” 

Vermilion shades flash before Marvin’s eyes as he nearly slips in his own blood, feeling the coppery liquid soak into his clothing as it formed a decent-sized puddle below him. 

Neb and Jackie had managed to loosen the bonds just enough for them to slip out, but upon Berith’s disappearance, they slid away, splashing against the ground. 

Just in time for Jackie to glance up, and see his husband lying in a pool of his own blood, breathing raggedly. 

“MARVIN!” 

He doesn’t wait for the others. He doesn’t wait for anything, or anyone. Not right now. Jackie’s footsteps thump across the wooden flooring, falling to his knees- damning the bruises, sure to form.  

The trio can hear his shattered cry, and they glance up, almost confused- before their eyes widen. 

By the time Jackie’s reached his body, Marvin’s magic is flickering across his chest, trying to stitch the first wound up. Flickers of spring green essence manage to staunch the flow somewhat, but deep carmine bursts fight back, bringing forth the damage once more. 

Seems as though someone left some of his magic in Marvin, as a residual. 

As insurance. 

“Hey, love.” 

Marvin manages a grin, glancing up at the man, despite the white fabric turned cerise-red all over the front of his chest, and the strong scent of copper throughout the area. 

“Don’t you ‘hey, love.’ me. You keep your eyes open right now, Delvaux.” 

Tears roll down the hero’s cheeks as he grips the scarlet smeared fabric within his fists, holding the man’s mask in the other as he’s pulled Marvin into his lap. 

Blood dribbles out of the wounds steadily as Marvin’s magic intensifies in color and speed, flying back and forth, and yet it’s barely doing anything, capping off the blood flow. 

Marvin’s breath rattles within his chest as he manages to speak again, the blood loss getting to him. Spots dance before his vision as he struggles to stay awake, the magician seeing blob-like spots of his family’s faces. 

“Guess I should’ve...figured out a way to talk this out over coffee, then.” 

His chest rises and falls unsteadily before falling stock still for a beat, lips pausing between breaths to release a breath of air, eyes slipping shut. 

[talesofthestoryteller]

Part four

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[Location: REDACTED] [Time: REDACTED] “Enough is enough.” O5-7 speaks. The gods are selfish. The gods are tyrants. The rumors have already started to circulate. The gods do not love their children. The cameras center on him, and him alone. On the dragon who dared once more to speak against the gods. “My name was Jay, until the Icewarden took it away. My family was my Team, until the Icewarden sent them to the front lines to die. My father was Fjord until Icewarden stripped away his name and made him O5-7. He became O5-7 “White” and I became Agent Blue. My family became the Foundation, until the Icewarden ordered me to rise above them, to become his loyal sword that trimmed the edges and kept the residents complaint with his impossible demands. I became O5-7 when I turned in my father for insulting our God and sentenced him to death. I became O5-7 “Blue”. And now I say, enough is enough.” The O5 reaches up to his uniform, and tears off the Ice emblem stitched on there. He throws it onto the floor and spits on it, and when he lifts his head his eyes were blazing hot with a long-since silenced fury that made the most war-hardened veterans shrink back in fear. “And now, I declare my name to be Jay once more! And now, I renounce the Icewarden, his Exalts, and his blind followers! I declare myself and my allies Godless, followers of none and enemies to none!” “And now, I declare the end to the reign of gods!” The room erupted into cheers Jay had to raise his voice into a roar to be heard over the pandemonium. “Once upon a time, right where I stand, a Clan declared war on the gods! We now know them as the Forgotten, the Exiled boogeymen of the Forgotten Fields! But they were dragons, just like you or I, they were followers of the gods! Gaze upon and them and look me straight in the eyes. Now tell me, do the gods love their children? Do they truly see as as living beings?” The Foundation roared, a living seething mass of pure hatred, except none of it was directed at the former Overseer. “DO THEY EVEN CARE?” No. the Foundation shouted. “Follow suit, brothers and sisters, we are no enemies to one another, eye color does not define who we are. We define who we are, and what we shall become! Even though I love you all, I cannot embrace you all. Cast off your emblems, tear off the sashes, we are together once more! The deities cannot separate dragonkind forever, they have already failed!” The former Overseer wrapped claws around his armband, covering the tattooed scar that marked him as a high-ranking Exalt of the Icewarden, and he tore at it. The branded metal screamed and groaned, blood leaked from the mangled steel, but Jay pushed on. He ripped the armband from his mutilated arm, casting the disfigured metal to the side where it was eagerly swallowed up by the crowd. “And now, I declare the Foundation to be godless.” The Foundation erupted into celebration.