#Realme 2 Launches

[storytellers-and-co]

Tansui's Adventures - #15 Not So Easy Jobs

Things, as it always seemed, had taken a turn to the worse. 

Wystan’s hired help turned out to be less than helpful, and now lives were in danger. Few thugs, Tansui could’ve probably handled. Maybe. It would’ve been hard, but Tansui had come to trust their skills in combat enough to at least cause some harm and then get away.

Except things were never that easy. 

“O mournful voice of creation…”

With those words, a golem had appeared. And suddenly, running away was no longer an option, lest Tansui would leave people at the mercy of the unknown assailant. The young mange gritted his teeth, and took a better hold of his staff - charging in wasn’t exactly a style of a thaumaturge, but flinging in as many destructive spells as possible, even when the golem was charging right at them? 

Now that apparently was the Black Mage way. 

Though Tansui did reconsider his choice of career between the moments when they were flung, and when he felt something around his shoulder pop thanks to the impact against the ground. An electric arc had shot out from his staff mid-air, hitting the golem that was standing in the water - followed soon by ice, as soon as Tansui was back at his feet. Keep the thing still while they checked the damage. 

Nothing was broken - only partially dislocated. Unpleasant, but not unmanageable, and easy to pop it back in place with a quick movement. Especially with all those extra seconds he had managed to buy. 

He’d have to take a few days of rest after this… or maybe dip into the savings, and get a potion or two. At least they weren't out of the fight just yet. 

Flexing fingers, Tansui let out a sigh. He’d have to end this fight, quick. 

[cosmic-dust-poltergeist]

Thinking about a forever teen Danny interacting with the batfam.. again lmao

[Pt 2 here]

The first time Danny interacted with a Bat was when he was squatting in what he assumed was an abandoned apartment in crime alley. Spoiler alert; it wasn't abandoned! It was, in fact, Red Hood's safe house.

Danny had been napping on the "surprisingly nice" bed, (The bed being so nice should have tipped him off, but he was so tired, damnit.) when Red Hood enters the room, startling Danny awake. They stare at each other for a minute, since neither expected to see another person there. Danny breaks the moment by diving off the bed, snatching up his backpack, and launching himself out the window he had crawled in from. Danny ignores the cussing and calling for him to wait.

Danny ain't no fool. Just because the world seems to be mostly accepting of metas and aliens, doesn't mean they're accepting of him. They haven't repealed the Ecto-Acts in the last 30 years. He refuses to be a lab rat for some shady government because a "hero" wants to "save" him. He's older than most of these fuckers in spandex, and is technically a king, so they got no authority over him.

"Kid! Come back!" Red Hood is keeping up rather well, but not well enough.

"Eat shit!" Danny shouts back before using his small size to squeeze into a space between 2 run down buildings that can't even count as an alley. Red Hood can't fit by a long shot, so he grapples to the roof, probably hoping to cut Danny off. Unfortunately for Red Hood, Danny isn't going that way or back. No, there's a secret passage entrance Danny throws himself through.

He doesn't like being down there. Too many undead roam the halls and can sense him. He's not sure how to help them and currently can't access the realms to ask Frostbite, so he just gives them some of his ectoplasum and tries to get out before their "Masters" notice him. He feels guilty every time.

But all in all, his first accidental Bat meeting was less than 10 minutes.

--

The second Bat he "meets" is the stabby new Robin. Danny figured crime alley was a bust, so he'd try one of the nicer areas to not cross paths with Red Hood. Unfortunately, the shady building he decided to sleep in the rafters of got invaded by the Bats a few days later. He's not sure who else was there, but Robin ended up in the same rafters.

They stare at each other for a minute, just taking in the other person who's not supposed to be in these rafters. Robin is clearly sneaking in to bust the owners, and Danny looks like some scruffy homeless kid that was just sleeping.

"What are you doing here?" Robin whispers with a scowl.

"I was sleeping." Danny scowls right back.

"Why are you sleeping here?"

"What does it look like? Not all of us have sugar daddies, bird boy."

Was that mean? Yes. Should he act like the 44 year old he technically is? Yeah, but he's frozen at 14. He can be a brat. No one can stop him. And also, this is the second time a Bat has woken him up from a nap, the first time was only a week ago. He's not feeling very mature.

Robin grits his teeth before his com goes off, distracting him, and Danny takes advantage of that, grabs his shit and phases through the wall into the next building.

--

The third time he meets a Bat is truly his undoing. He got stabbed in front of Nightwing during an attempted mugging. He hates the universe and totally blames Clockwork.

Danny was minding his own business when he got dragged into an alley by 3 drunk men. They're holding knives and trying their best to intimate him.

"Give us all your money."

"Do I look like I have money?" Danny snarks, waving a hand in a "look at me" way. Which, yeah, he's pulling off the homeless kid look really well with how dirty and worn out his clothes. No one in their right mind would look at him and think he has money.

"Hm. Well, if you don't have money, I can think of something else you can give us."

"Yeah, please struggle. It makes it more fun." Well, shit, Danny was not expecting to be grabbed by pedos. Danny bare gets to think about how it'll be good stress relief to break all the bones in their limbs before a tall shadowy figure drops from the roof and lands on the attacker farthest from him. The landing breaks the pedo's leg, his screamings about it are cut off by a sharp punch to the face.

When the shadowy figure straightens and is revealed to be Nightwing, pedo #2 charges him. Between how poorly it goes for him and all the puns and quips Nightwing is making, Danny can't help the giggles that slips out.

"You think this is funny, brat??" Pedo #3 shouts at him.

"Yeah. It's hilarious." Danny maliciously grins at him.

"Why you, just die, whore." And before Danny can question how HE's a whore, he's been stabbed. And it's a pretty good stab if you want to kill someone. It's a jagged downward stab, it nicks his heart and completely fucks up one of his lungs, and the guy even goes the extra step of pulling the knife out. All in all. The perfect stab to kill someone.

Unfortunately for him, Danny isn't just someone. He's already mostly dead, which means while it hurts like a bitch and it's hard to breath, it won't kill him. It does suck he coughs up some blood before he turns off his need to breathe.

Danny ignores the cussing and sounds of Nightwing breaking bones, probably panicking over just seeing "a kid get murdered". And unfortunately, no breathing means no talking in this form. So the poor guy can't be verbally told Danny's fine, and to stop freaking out. Good thing saying something isn't always needed.

Danny lets his eyes turn a glowing bright green before silently stepping to his would-be murderer.

"What?? What the fuck??" Pedo #3 screeches. Danny gives him a blood filled smile before reaching up, grabbing the wrist of the hand holding the knife. He breaks the guy's arm in less than a second, before slamming him into the disgusting alley ground and proceeds to break both of his legs. The way Danny crashed the bones in these limbs means the guy is never going to have full mobility again, but Danny can't even pretend to care. The man targeted what looked like a scrawny 14 year old homeless kid to rape and murder. If anything, Danny is letting him off easy.

"K-kid? Are you okay? What am I saying? Of course not." Nightwing frets and tries to get closer, but Danny is tired of... well everything, so he just turns and books it out of the alley. Danny ignores Nightwing's frantic shouting as he twists and turns out of the man's sight long enough to pull up his invisibility without outing the power. He watches a panicked Nightwing run by before tapping into his flight and taking off to the nearest graveyard. Sitting in the ambient ectoplasum there while drinking what he has left in his thermos will speed up his healing.

He'd so leave this shithole of a city if he could. But Lady Gotham won't let him go and he's positive Clockwork is working with her to keep him there. He doesn't know what they're planning, but he hates it already.

---

After the stabbing, Nightwing and the other two must have spilled about him, because he's suddenly dodging Bats everywhere he goes. He starts developing even worse paranoia because they just won't take a hint.

Talking was a no go at first with his healing lung, but running away, swiping claws, biting, and throwing shit at them aren't exactly subtly "Leave Me The Fuck Alone!!" vibes. Once his lung is healed, you can add in cussing, hissing, spitting, and verbally telling them to fuck off. None of it works. It fact, Danny thinks they like the challenge, which is annoying, but slowly becoming amusing.

Though, even just the idea of him starting to enjoy something means the universe has to throw a curve ball. And this one takes the form of a scarecrow attack.

So admittedly, Danny had no idea what fear toxin would do to him, but Joker's toxins didn't do anything to him, so he thought it'd be the same shit. That was a stupid mistake on his part.

He didn't bother holding his breath when helping the Panicked Bats get civilians out of the attack radius. Any mask that was given to him was given to a civilian before he passed them off to someone with an antidote.

But to be fair, the effects of his mistake doesn't hit him til after the fight is over and the civilians are taken care of. It starts with his paranoia raising. He's suddenly eyeing the people and buildings around him. He can FEEL his parents' gaze on him, even though he knows that's impossible, they died because the portal finally blew up and took them and half the town with it. No one who died as humans from it became ghosts, and the people who were already ghosts died a second time. The only reason Danny and Tucker weren't there was because they were gift shopping for Jazz on the other side of town while Sam distracted her. It was one of the worst days of his life. It's tied with the day his parents vivisecting his ghost half and the day the GIW vivisected Vlad and him, and Vlad just straight up died from it in front of him.

That's relevant because Danny starts hallucinating a half melted Sam and Jazz (there were no bodies left behind, but his brain likes to torment him), he can't understand what they're trying to say to him, but there's the unmistakable sound of an ectoblaster echoing in his ear behind him and he... just bolts. The agents that vivisected him launch themselves at him (he doesn't process the "agents" look exactly the same as when he last saw them 24 years ago), but Danny is determined to NEVER be caught again.

He freezes when melted versions of his parents, wearing maniac grins and holding sparking weapons, cut him off. The moment they so much as twitch towards him, he bolts straight through a building using his intangibility.

A tiny part of his brain is trying to reason with him. There's no way anything he's seeing is real. This is what fear toxin is known to do. Stop and evaluate the situation!

But it's drownt out by the fear. And, ancients, is there a lot of fear. It suffocates his logical thoughts and makes him forget how to properly use his powers to escape.

He finds out later, it took the Bats 2 hours to get close enough to give him the antidote and another hour for it to kick in. They honestly thought it didn't work at first, because just like the toxin, the antidote took it's sweet time to work on him.

He crashed out hard once it did, though. Like, he fell unconscious and stopped breathing. It terrified the Bats and took them a minute to realize he's not actually dead. Well, full dead.

He finds out eventually that they originally thought he was a meta, but after all the weirdness he accidentally showed during the cat and mouse chase, they started to wonder if he was an alien. But the whole fear toxin incident convince them he escaped from some shady organization that experimented on him (not untrue) and killed his family. There's still a bet on if he's an alien or not, and that being why he was targeted.

Which is a fair conclusion, between his powers that seemingly make no sense and all his scars from fighting and being experimented on by both his parents And a shady government agency. It's especially fair after he has a major freak out coming to in the Batcave's med bay. The smells and medical equipment setting him off into a massive panic attack that leaves him behaving like a feral cat. He manages to squeeze himself into the small space between the top of the cabinets and the ceiling and growls at anyone so much as peeking into the room.

"Hey, kid. You're alright. You're safe." Nightwing tries and gets hissed at. He'd been trying for about 10 minutes to get him to come down. "Um, guys, maybe someone else should try. This isn't working. I don't think he likes me at all."

Black Bat steps into the room at his plea and waves Nightwing away. Once he's out of the room, she drops to the floor. The move confuses Danny enough to stop growling at her. He stares wide-eyed at her as she just lays full starfish on the floor.

"What are you doing?" He finally asks after 3 full minutes of silently staring at her.

"Laying."

"I see that, but why?"

"You're scared. I'm showing I'm not a threat." Black Bat sounds amused, but not malicious. Danny stares at her for another 2 minutes without blinking once.

"Why am I here?"

"You're scared. We want to help." She makes it sound simple.

"You can't." Danny lets bitterness leak into his voice.

"Why?"

"I'm not human anymore. You can't "help" me."

"I think we can." Danny starts growling again, so she adds. "We have beds and food and can keep whoever is hunting you away."

He pauses his growling again. "You don't even know who I am."

"You're sad, and hurt, and help others before yourself. You're good." Danny frowns at that.

"You're weird." He states before climbing down and sitting near her. She doesn't move a muscle. "You can't help me without getting in trouble with the government."

"Hm?"

"Yeah, I'm not considered a person because of the Anti-Ecto Acts. Anything that uses or needs ectoplasum to survive is considered non-sentient and is to be turned over for experimentation and termination. And anyone caught helping us can be arrested for treason." Danny explains. "I barely escaped when I got caught. My godfather didn't. I hated him. He was mean, controlling, and creepy, but I didn't want him to die."

"I'm sorry."

"My problems are not your problems."

"I disagree." Danny blinks at her, his gaze sharpening when she starts moving her arm farthest from him. She moves slowly, reaching up and hooking her fingers under her mask.

"Wait!" Danny leans forward a hair as if he was about to physically grab her hand to stop her, but jerks himself back. He sounds small when he speaks again. "Are-are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Why??"

"Trust you."

"But WHY? You don't know me."

"I know enough." Is all she says before pulling her mask off. He slams his eyes shut and claps his hands over them for good measure.

"No, you don't!!" He hears her move, sitting up, before gentle hands pull his hands away.

"Yes, I do." She says sweetly. "Look."

Danny peeks at her. She has a bittersweet look on her face that brightens when she sees Danny looking. She's still gently holding his hands, loose enough he can pull away if he truly wants to.

"I'm not as young as I look." She tilts her head at the seemingly random comment. "I'm not actually 14. Not anymore. I'm stuck at when I died."

He hears her, and their eavesdroppers, gasp. It's the first time he's talked about it. But something tells him to tell her (them, if he's acknowledging the eavesdropping Bats).

"My parents were mad scientists that wouldn't be out of place in your rouges gallery." He stares at his and Black Bat's hands. "They were obsessed with ghosts and made a portal to the infinite realm, where "ghosts" live. They failed twice. Once in college, my godfather was hospitalized from the attempt, and the second time they failed, I accidentally turned it while being stupid with friends and died. They didn't notice, too happy their portal was suddenly working... That was 30 years ago."

There's a choking noise from the eavesdroppers.

"If I stay, you're going to be stuck with a freaky kid that doesn't age and can't be killed by the usual methods and has so much PTSD, like a ridiculous amount of PTSD. Are you sure you want to deal with that?"

"Yes." Black Bat doesn't even hesitate. Danny nearly gives himself whiplash from how quickly he looks up at her face. "Can't scare us away."

"It should. I don't even count as human."

"So?"

""So"???"

"Yes. Why should I care?"

"Why should-??? Why wouldn't you???"

"Kid." An unmasked Red Hood stands in the doorway. "This family is full of freaks and mental illness. You'll fit right in."

The statement strikes a nerve, overwhelming him, but Danny doesn't understand what's happening at first, why his lips are trembling, his face feels warm, and his eyes sting. He hasn't felt this sensation in years. But whatever look on his face makes the infamous Red Hood panic.

"Wait! Kid! Don't cry!"

It suddenly clicks with Danny. He's about to cry. But understanding what is happening, doesn't stop it from happening. Fat tears start sliding down his face.

"Dickie! What do I do?? I accidentally made him cry!! You're better wi-" Red Hood cuts himself off when Danny starts laughing. Laughing at how panicked a crimelord is at tears. Laughing at crying. Laughing at the whole absurd situation.

"It's okay." Black Bat says softly. Whether it's to Danny or the panicky Bat is lost to Danny. But no one says anything else til Danny's tears stop and laughter dies down.

"I was Phantom, ya know?" And he hears several people choke. After he was forcibly retired, this ghost half became known as "The First Hero" in a lot of circles. The GIW repressed the fact he was a ghost when people outside of Amity Park found out about the child hero, they didn't want the public angry with them for making him disappear. It didn't work, Tucker leaked everything he could find. Danny doesn't blame him for that. Tucker thinks he's completely dead since the GIW didn't want to admit they lost him and declared him to have Ended in those files. Danny hasn't told him he's "alive" either. Danny can't bring himself to drag Tucker back into the mess that is his life, can't bring himself to contact the man who has made something of his life, has a partner and kids, has mourned and moved on. He just can't do it. "But before I was Phantom, I was Danny Fenton. But now... I'm just Danny."

"Welcome to the family, Danny!" An unmasked Nightwing cheers.

"I thought Phantom had white hair?" Someone says just outside the room. Danny mischievously leans towards Black Bat.

"Close your eyes. This is going to be bright." He whispers. She smiles gamely and closes her eyes. He gets to hear the others yelp when he lets his transformation take over, essentially flashbanging everyone, but Black Bat.

"Wha..?"

"Hair white enough for you?" Danny says, grinning with too many teeth, that are a little too sharp. Black Bat pats the hand she's still holding.

"Pretty." She smiles delighted at him and he feels his face flush bright green.

"Oh! Um.. Thanks?" He takes a deep breath and realizes something. "Now you know my name, so who the hell are all of you?"

"You don't recognize us?"

"No. Am I supposed to?"

"Eh, most people do." Nightwing shrugs.

"Well, I haven't been able to keep up with much in the public zeitgeist. I just periodically check if it's still legal to kill me. Sadly, the answer is "yes" every time, so meh."

"We'll be taking care of that." Red Robin informs him while stepping into the room and frantically typing on a tablet. "I can't believe these stupid things still exist. The Green Lanterns and Justice League Dark are going to have the biggest fit when they see these. The rest of the JL will help dismantle these too. I'll personally get them to destroy these vile laws."

"Oh.. Thanks, I guess. It'll be nice to not be hunted anymore."

"I imagine."

"Okay! Introductions!" Nightwing gets them all back on topic. "I'm Dick Grayson! Batman is Bruce Wayne. Robin is Damian Wayne."

"Tim Drake."

"Cassandra Cain. But call me Cass."

"Jason Todd."

"Wait, wait, wait. I recognize your name! Didn't you- oh, wait, that's insensitive..."

"It's fine. I did, in fact, die, but I got better. We can start a club of undead. We can invite Spoiler. She technically died, too."

"Literally everyone here, besides me has died, Jason." Tim says, not looking away from the tablet.

"Yeah, but Steph is the only one I'd invite. She knows how to have fun."

"Little wing!" Dick whines.

"Timber can be an honorary member, since he's dead inside, a fun chaos gremlin, and ain't a narc."

"Thanks." Tim says dryly while Dick dramatically cries. Cass giggles.

And Danny? He's tired of running. He wants to be able to be the child he's stuck as while getting respect over his knowledge. He wants to be a vigilante and help people again. He wants to finally have a safe place to sleep.

So he decides to give these weirdos a chance.

[royalarchivist]

Tubbo just did a Q&A for his newly announced Realm SMP!

Here are some key takeaways and highlights from it:

Tubbo emphasized that the "team" behind Realm is just himself and Tangofrags. It's a chill server so friends have a sandbox to tell stories, do lore, and have fun.

Tubbo: "I just wanna have fun with my friends, dude. I'm not trying to be the big 'bringing communities together guy'. I just wanna play with my friends. That's a lot of pressure." (57m 12s into stream)

These are the initial 25 players, but he plans to add more people in the future, and he already has 5 people in mind to add for the next event.

There is NO mod pack! Realm SMP is vanilla, it's just custom texture packs and plugins.

There are no set DND classes, but people can use their skill points to unlock certain things on skill trees and build their own classes. Realm SMP won't be 100% accurate to DND.

Tubbo hopes to have an event every week, but he reminds people to "manage their expectations" because he's only one guy – he can't do events like Purgatory because he doesn't have a massive team like Quackity had for that.

[ Continued ↓ ]

—

He has a 6 month timeframe in mind, but if the server fizzles out in a month, then it fizzles out in a month. Realm SMP will last as long as people play it!

There's no plans for an in-game translator because it's expensive and also Tubbo "doesn't want to step on Quackity's toes" :(

Lore is dependent on what the people on the server do, he likes more freestyle flowing RP.

There IS a life system! Players have 3 lives, but it's only "semi-hardcore" because other players can craft an item to bring people back at 1 life. When a player dies, their stats are set to 0 and they go into spectator-mode. When they're revived, they are brought back at 1 life with all their stats back.

The Nether IS enabled, but the End isn't enabled yet because Tubbo wants to make a cool custom boss fight.

There's no big team behind the server, it's just Tubbo and Tango helping him with some things he might not understand (however, he has a team he wants to use for the New Year Event he has in mind). He may look into getting some admins to help enforce rules.

Tubbo says he's happy to do anything himself, but if people really want to be an admin, it'd be voluntary like a Twitch mod kind of deal. (He already has a team of people he goes to for admin stuff, it wouldn't be random people being admins). However, he says if his merch does well, maybe he can get 1 or 2 people to help.

Tubbo says he's been overwhelmed by the amount of support it's received so far, but he's a bit nervous too.

He says the Realm SMP concept came to him in a dream.

Realm SMP will have proximity chat.

Events won’t be all PVP-based because he wants people to enjoy the events even if they aren’t a huge Minecraft player.

The only two banned items are mending books and elytra, which will be tied to future events (elytra can be won in one event).

An hour before the server launches on December 5, he'll be showing off more features.

Please note that many details will likely change / be clarified / updated by Tubbo at a later date!

Check out this post for the rest of his Q&A and more details.

[circeyoru]

Shadow and Void _ Part 5

[Yandere!Sung Jinwoo x Enemy Monarch!Reader]

Part 1 ― Part 2 ― Part 3 ― Part 4 ― Part 5 (here)

Without a second left to process, you disappeared before her eyes again and reappeared behind her. Hae-In only managed to turn around just in the nick of time and block an attack. When the dust cleared, she realized her blade was blocking off a staff, and her arms trembled as she tried to stop it from slamming into her face. 

Her eyes widened when the top part of the staff had a misty aura, and sensing imminent danger, she immediately backed away with the sword in hand. She stared at the spot she once stood, now with a craved blade in her place. The staff had turned into a scythe within seconds. If she hadn’t trusted her instincts, she might have been stabbed.

You clicked your tongue and moved in for another swipe at her. Without enough time to dodge, she used her blade to block it as best she could. However, it only managed to knock her to the side. You retracted the blade back into a staff, your hand hovered over the middle of the staff and moved towards the end to make a needle. Then you shot it in her direction without a second to spare. 

This time, she dodged it, but the sharp tip scraped her dominant arm. She faltered as she kneeled on one knee, using the sword as a support to prevent herself from falling over and creating more of a disadvantage to her already dire situation.

Seems like the winner of this match has been decided… Jinwoo thought to himself. “Are you satisfied now?”

“Not yet…” Hae-In panted, the colour on her face drained, “I can still fight.”

You could feel your eye twitch. This was getting more and more annoying by the second. You couldn’t help but leak a bit of your malicious aura out at her defiance and troublesome attitude. Why in the realms did you think she could be useful to you?

What’s she thinking? I didn’t think she’d be reckless enough to keep fighting even after realizing their difference in strength. This is not an actual summon of mine but a Monarch who’s still hostile to me. His eyes landed on your form. Though calm, he noticed the twitch in your fingers and eyes that gave away your irritation if one ignored the dark aura around you. I can tell… There’s an overwhelming thirst to kill being suppressed. If the Monarch of this realm wants to kill her, she’s dead.

“One more move,” Jinwoo said. He looked over to Hae-In. “If you can’t defeat my summon ally with the next move, then it’s your loss.”

The giant needle that was launched disappeared and reformed in your hand, this time as a pair of sharp claws extended from your hands. You ran forward at her. The quicker she loses, the quicker all this ends, and you can relax. 

{Skill: Sword Dance} Hae-In’s sword glowed a golden aura. When you were within range, her blade attacked without missing a beat and unstopping. You didn’t even appear to be in trouble as your claws swatted off the attack with ease. You glared at her as you grabbed onto the blade and broke it into pieces. This is the end for her.

Yet Hae-In didn’t stop as she went for another technique {Skill: Sword of Light}. What remained of the sword reformed its bladed shape with a golden glow. She made her move quickly as she tried to stab into your chest. You merely raised your open palm at her and your mist devoured her technique. Amid her disbelief, you kicked her in the stomach and raised your claw at her. Your glowing eyes stared down at her.

This ends now.

“Stop!”

When you came to realization, Jinwoo had his dagger out, blocking your attack aimed at Hae-In as the two solid surfaces clashed with sparks flying. Your crazed eyes turned back to normal, as did your aura. However, your eyes widened as they met the vessel’s, there was a brief moment of question and a burning sensation you couldn’t explain. None of that! You tsked and backed up, snapping your fingers to bring everyone back to the human world, back to that insufferable vessel’s office.

“My ally won, Hunter Cha.” That was all you needed to hear and left them without a word of exchange, leave Jinwoo’s presence for the moment.

You fell into a vortex and reappeared on some rooftop of a building. You sat down and crossed your arms with a scowl on your face. “Annoying. So annoying. How could Ashborn pick such a demanding vessel?” Like a volcano erupting, you screamed your lungs out, “Ahhhhhhhh!!!”

The shadow behind you shifted and a figure appeared.

You felt tick marks appeared on your forehead when you sensed another presence behind you, “Listen here, you little vessel! If you think―” Your words were cut short the moment your head turned around to see a familiar Shadow. “Igris.”

The humanoid Shadow bowed with a hand over his ‘heart’ area before stepping closer to where you were.

“It’s been so long. No wonder you weren’t in the army, you were sent to that vessel to look after.” You smiled at the loyal knight. “That vessel’s a handful, right?”

Igris seem to take a moment to think before he shook his head.

You raised a brow, “Why aren’t you saying anything?” At his silence, your eyes widened. “No… You aren’t at full strength, aren’t you? That’s why you can’t talk.”

Igris nodded.

“That vessel is incompetent…” You huffed.

Igris’ hand ruffled the top of your head.

“I am so complaining on your behalf! Wait. What name did he give you? Don’t tell me he took away your manly name!”

Igris shook his head.

That caught your attention, then another question popped up. “Then that special word. Is it still… [Arise]?”

Igris nodded.

“No way…” You turned to look down at the city below of the people mingling and living without fear or knowing what’s to come. One’s a chance, two is just… It can’t be a coincidence. The fact that this vessel, Jinwoo, was protected and raised to be such a powerhouse, even given Igris as his Shadow from the original army. Ashborn can’t be serious…

“I’m going to have a successor. Can you watch over them for me?”

No way. You shook your head forcefully. You hugged your knees close to your chest. The difference between a vessel and a successor was simple: a vessel is where the human soul is devoured the moment the Monarch arrives while a successor is where the original Monarch’s essence is… You buried your head in your arms.

“Igris… Is Ashborn mad at me for betraying him?”

Out of your view, Igris kneeled and placed a hand on your head, his cape wrapped around you for support and comfort. In a way, he was telling you as best he could that his former master had already forgotten about the ordeal.

You’ve waited too long for your answer, your redemption, your punishment, to be passed on to some outsider, worse, to some human. This was too much, such a cruel joke. Were you a fool to wait so long? 

You raised your head and stared at the tiny humans below that looked like ants crawling around. What did Ashborn see in these humans that made him pick a successor and sacrifice himself? What made this vessel, Jinwoo, so special?

Well, yes, Jinwoo was unlike any other human you’d met. He was kind and cold simultaneously, fair and just to those he met, strong and controlled in his overwhelming power. He could have the entire world at his feet if he wished. However, he strived for the simple things in life, like caring for his family. When you were held captive, you had seen how fast his mood changed at the call or text from his mother and sister. Even his guild’s vice master was a lowly D-Rank, but he treasures friendship over status.

But these were things he could do after having power. What happened before? Had he changed? Had Ashborn changed plans after Jinwoo’s growth? No, unlikely. If Ashborn had long ago said he was looking for a successor, he would have been thorough with his options. Something in Jinwoo must have caught his attention that he would make such a choice.

You need to know―to understand―why Jinwoo.

Why him, Ashborn?

You don’t want to admit it and you know you’re denying it. Ashborn wouldn’t abandon you and leave you in the care of his successor, this human that caught his favour with whatever stunts pulled before you met him. Ashborn cared for you, unlike the transactional relationship you would have with the Monarch of Destruction or the give-and-take relationship you have with the other Monarchs, you knew. You cared for him the same way, unlike how you treated the others, that he knew too.

So why? Why was there a need for a successor? You could understand building and growing a vessel. But an actual successor that was born a human? You can’t understand it at all. You can chop off your head and grow a new one over and over again, yet still can’t think of a reason why Ashborn would throw away his everything to give to a human successor.

Humans are fragile. Humans are complex. Humans are short-lived. You have seen first hand during your days on Earth. You’ve once grown attached to someone, that same someone was gone in the blink of an eye. That human that gave you unique security and affection gone like the dust in the wind. Your world shattered with that someone. Just like Ashborn.

Why else did you stall Ashborn in your realm of nothingness? You wanted him to be alive and well, without the need for any silly vessel or successor to continue living. Or the war, whatever. So long as he was alive.

Did Sung Jinwoo take Ashborn from you? No. He’s not powerful enough. He was a puppet, at least in the beginning. Ashborn wasn’t weak enough to be pushed by some humans as well. He was a strong warrior, one of the strongest. So the remaining answer was…

Ashborn picked Sung Jinwoo because he was worthy.

“Sung Jinwoo’s worthy…” Your eyes narrowed, the words that escaped your lips felt wrong but right at the same time. Igris, who stood by your side, bowed his head, agreeing with your statement. Your eyes slowly closed with your head tilted to the side in defeat, “Have it your way, Ashborn.” You exhaled through your nostrils, eyes opening with a faint glow as you stared at the setting sun. “But I have the final say for your real army.”

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⛄Pile 1: The Hanged Man, 5 of Pentacles and Ace of Cups.

Hi pile 1! You are my creative people, and this is a sign that wishes related to creativity, personal growth and the beginning of new projects are on their way to being fulfilled.

There is a vibration of creative abundance and personal power, I feel like you will be stepping into your power, you will be manifesting into reality a creative project that you have been working on for a while.

The next few months will be full of opportunities to expand your mind and your creative nature. If you were waiting for that moment to launch a new idea or project, get ready to see how the universe opens doors for you. This is a period of fertility and manifestation: everything you sow with your effort will manifest successfully. Do not hold back because of doubts, because your power of creation is at its peak.

Wishes that have to do with artistic projects, entrepreneurship or simply personal development will be aligned. Remember that abundance flows to you when you nurture your passions and follow your instincts. It's time to take action and trust your vision.

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⛄Pile 2: The Moon, 4 of Cups and Page of Wands.

Hi pile 2!, there is a strong energy related to love and emotional healing. This pile brings with it the fulfillment of desires linked to emotional healing and deep relationships.

If you have been looking for a deeper type of connection, whether in the romantic realm or in your friendships, this is a time of revelations and healing. You will have more hope, restoration and an energetic flow full of inner peace. Those desires related to the perfect relationship, reconciliation or the feeling of belonging will soon manifest. It is a time to trust that the universe will guide you to what is right for you.

This pile also speaks of the importance of listening to your intuition. If there is something you need to let go or heal, the energy of the Moon is really prominent in this pile, so it suggests that the desire for emotional release will come true. You have the ability to release internal blockages that have prevented you from living love in its purest form. Self-love will also be key in this process. I feel like a significant connection, especially a soulmate one is coming into your way pile 2!

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⛄Pile 3: Death, 8 of Wands and 6 of Wands.

Hi pile 3! this pile indicates that you are in a stage of changes, where desires related to destiny and personal transformation are about to become true. You are going to experience powerful changes that represent life turns and success.

Desires that relate to important life changes and recognitions of success are aligned for you. If you have been waiting for a turn in your destiny, this is the time. Your guides tell you that the cycle is changing, and that what seemed uncertain will now become a golden opportunity.

It is a time of rebirth and evolution, you probably are in a transformative journey right now and its gonna pay off pile 3!

I also feel that wishes for prosperity, joy and success will soon come true aswell. It is time to shine and take advantage of the opportunities that the universe brings you. All that effort, those seeds planted with sacrifice, are now ready to grow and bear fruit, you are doing an amazing job, so trust yourself and soon you will live your dream reality step by step!

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[kanmom51]

Respect for AYS editors

JK said it all.

Not sure that their antics were even editable.

*Side note: Just mull on that one for a second. Jikook did them. So much so that they weren't even sure that there would be a way to edit it as a show. You have got to know what that means, right?

Anyway, apparently Jikook weren't the only ones worried now, were they?

Yep, they said it too.

And once again, y'all know what that means.

But, at the end of the day, kudos to the editors, because they managed to do it (at times with some clumsy or questionable editing, but they made it all the same).

Saying all that, oh boy did we still get some very "OMG WHAT DID WE JUST SEE/HEAR" moments.

And because you asked for it, here are just a few examples of those "wtf did we just see/hear?" moments.

I like to split it into two:

a. The questionable; and

b. The WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

There are those little questionable moments that make you raise an eyebrow, and yet aren't shockers. Yes, it sounds or looks a little too much, or if you want, a little (or a lot) GAAAYYYY, but can live within the realm of deniability. The realm of "yes, they are a little much, but..."

Such as:

Little comments made matter of factly.

A little too playful in bed.

Some naughty pool fun.

Kissie kissie?

Ramen talk followed by a very probable shared shower.

What's even this?

JK's morning woody.

Like how did that one get in, right?

And if we are already referring to the woody morning, let's allow ourselves a second here to go back to the whole Jikook shower together.

They say you need to watch something multiple times to see things, well they were right. I wrote a whole post about Jikook showering together. I even mentioned JK walking into that bathroom while JM is still there showering saying that perhaps he was going to shower with him, maybe not, but at the very least he was walking into that bathroom where JM was showering ever so naturally, no knock on door, no problem to walk in on a naked JM. What I didn't realise, and this is on me, I admit, is the editors captions for this moment:

Yep.

Let's...

Let us...

US.

As in not just I. As in more than one. As in the two of them.

Let us, as in JM and JK, go shower.

A preemptive perhaps seeing that JK does eventually follow JM into that shower?

Or just because this is what they do, and they know that's what they do (ahm... JK told us so himself), and as part of AYS this is something they want to establish as a normal for those two...

The soft launch we all have been thinking and talking about.

Just thoughts.

And last but not least of these questionable moments that found their way into AYS, thank you editors we have the hot and cold tubs and the Jacuzzi from Sapporo.

You may ask how do they edit these in without it being too much? Good question. But seeing that they gave us this in BV4:

I guess that there is little they won't show? Even back in 2019? But then again, this is with another 5 members around them. All while here in Sapporo it's just the two of them.

So, we got 2 hot tub moments (hot tub and Jacuzzi more like it).

One on the more awkward side,

the other more relaxed and intimate.

Both could be considered a little much. MANY cuts. A few glances at the cameras, lol. Lots of interesting sounds (not sound effects, lol). Very interesting to say the very least.

And then you have those WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK moments.

Those moments that you ask yourself "what was the editor on when editing this one into the show?" or "what in the actual fuck did I just watch?"

Yeah, this bed scene. Even being highly edited. Really highly edited, it still leaves you with a feeling of "what did I actually just see?"

It's not that we didn't get intimate moments in AYS, but this one was WAAAAAYYYYYY beyond. Friends can share a bed. Friends can be touchy feely. This here was not a friendly exchange. Know them, don't know them. Know Korean culture and skinship or don't know it. This whole interaction, the touches, soft (JK softly lowering JM's leg to cuddle into it), less soft (JK slapping JM's butt only to then caress it), JM playing footsies around JK's crotch followed by JK turning to lie on his stomach grunting. Seriously. The whole thing was just WTAF!!!!

And I'm sorry, but wtf was this????

In what world is this considered not gay? JK, that man, he just pulled JM up by his hair. And JM, having ZERO issue with that. Like NONE.

And people, did we forget this moment?

The way it's delivered. The way it's taken.

Nothing to see here folks. Just a couple talking over dinner...

What about this my friends?

Like what were they thinking? Really?

Why don't we take away the video? I mean, they did it for us at the start too...

Seriously!!

And if I'm already talking about sounds we got to hear off camera, there might also be these couple of questionable edits posted by @hon3ymo0n:

And if those weren't enough, they gave us this for the photobook.

God almighty, what were they thinking?

In what world is this not screaming "he's my man" (going both ways, JM marking JK and JK owning it)?

Now, once again, my take on these scenes that were left in, more so some of them, because that JK pulling JM's hair in the pool was just so NO!! Anyway, my take is that these were perhaps part of the soft launch the show was giving us. And not necessarily meaning that the two will be officially 'coming out' once military service is over. But more so the solidification of them as a unit. A clap back on the whole JK and JM aren't close. Clarifying the incredible closeness they have and in a way foreshadowing what's to come once they are out of the military.

They are close. They spend their time together at work and beyond. They shower together. They mark each other (hickeys, tattoo, sun screen, lol). They live together (?). Take it as you will. Think what you may. This is them. They don't have to tell us what it means, if you have a brain you get it, but if you don't, well that is enough to protect them from backlash that would come from an official 'coming out'.

Is that what they are planning? Well, obviously I don't know. But it is most definitley an option. One thing for sure is that I truly believe that things won't be going back to the way they were pre enlistment and AYS.

Finally, if this here was the mild. If this here is what we were allowed to see. What they felt safe enough to edit in. Makes you think about all the shit we weren't allowed to see.

Not those moments JK or JM turned off the camera for a PRIVATE moment.

Emphasis on the "again"!!

I'm talking about those moments the cameras were on, and yet they were doing their thing. Their own thing being deemed unwatchable or uneditable.

Yep.

Jikook and the producers feeling they might not be able to create an end product that we can see.

Mull on that.

[lunaria-maharlika]

Pt 2. EXTRA Danny accidentally becomes the president

P2 extra: Danny becomes the president

Danny slept for ONLY a few days and when he woke up he was healed of all injury. Oh, and also, he wasn't in his room. NO, he was in a mansion, a FRUITLOOP type of mansion. A beautiful gothic inspired mansion that screamed "I AM ELEGANCE, I AM BEAUTY I AM MONEY" it was only when he one of the workers in the mansion came in did he get informed about what happened these last few days.

APPARENTLY this wasn't just a mansion, it was a WHITE HOUSE. Except it was panted like a black and green galaxy because everyone hates white now

And also he's the president.

A Fenton is either EXTREMELY SUCCESSFUL or EXTREMELY UNSUCCESSFUL.

All he wanted to keep to protect his town from the GIW. But considering that fainted he was... unsuccessful? But that slight failure did help the amity parkers decide to help themselves and finally accept him as hero so maybe not??

He was happy that they accepted him and protected him but he really wasn't expecting this at all. Why in the world did they make him president??? He didn't think they liked him that much! Also! How is he president??? Amity park is just a random town in the middle of nowhere Illinois!

Wait...what??! WHAT DO YOU MEAN AMITY IS AN INDEPENDENT COUNTRY???!! I WAS OUT FOR 3 DAYS! THEY HAVENT EVEN STARTED CLEANING UP YET HOW IN THE NAME OF THEY ANCIENTS DID WE GET DECLARED AS AN INDEPENDENT COUNTRY????!

"I see..." Danny nodded after finally calming down. "So let me get this straight..." He counted on his fingers, "You," he looks at the woman in front of him "along side other people and ghosts, and mom and dad, and fright night, and Pandora...kidnapped the us president"

She nodded.

"Took him to UN headquarters, then Bribed, blackmailed, and harrased the UN members into declaring us a country"

.she nodded.

"Then declared me as king and president of amity"

She nodded.

"You know this new development is gonna attract the league of bitches right?"

"Oh we won't have to worry about that for now, but when they do then we'll be prepared." She smiled innocently.

Danny stared at her with tired eyes as he channeled his inner amity parker, the power to say well, I guess this is happening now. He sighed "Fine, but I can't be king and president at the same time. I can be king since you're all liminal, so technically all of amity is part of the whole ghost king territory." He sighed, "but I can't be president, too much responsibility, I'm already in charge of a whole ass realm"

So now they needed a new president, preferably some uncorrupt, someone who doesn't care much about the money and will always look for ways to improve the living standard, someone kind but not a push over.

Next day it was declared that.

MADDIE AND JACK FENTON, PRESIDENTS OF AMITY.

Danny was stunned when he saw the news. Did they seriously pick the resident mad scientists as president.

Don't get him wrong, he loves his parents and know that they're awesome but can they do this???

Turns out they can.

The president Drs Fenton's first move was healthcare for Both ghosts and humans and a free class dedicated to helping yourself.

Helping yourself classes include:

How to stitch your self up

How to use fudge as a weapon

How to fight the world most dangerous villains.

How to fight the worlds strongest heroes

Etch.

They launched some programs that might seem weird at first.

Programs like:

A defence class against sentient food.

Making friends with the realms

A school for the liminal

A class for avoiding the fae.

Using the blob ghosts as construction workers.

Etch

They might be weird but the end results turned out to be pretty usefull for the amity parkers.

At some point they decided to build a wall around the countrys property. It would ensure that only the amity parkers and people with permission would be able to enter/leave the town. There would be no gate and the only way out would be trough the portal system built by the Fenton's.

Danny thought it was too much

The amity parkers thought it was perfect, they didn't want anyone in their country, this was the kings haunt, this was their home and they would die and then come back as ghosts just to protect it.

And so the wall was raised..

Amity park continued to live in harmony and peace for many years...

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A couple of years later.

Flash had come across the wall.

And of course, alerted the league of bitches.

Batman was having a headache, no matter where he looked, no matter how many government systems he hacked, there was nothing. Not a single piece of info, not a single paper trail on what could possibly be whats behind the wall, and when it was built.

But it's impossible for something that big to just appear out of nowhere.

So the JL had suggested looking over Illinois via satellite, the wall didn't have a roof so they should be able to see the inside.

"What the heck" Oracle cursed as she looked at the camera. "Hey RR, look at this"

"what is it?" Red Robin walked closer, coffee mug in hand.

"Somethings interfering, I can't get a view of the wall at all" she took a sip of her own coffee as she tried hacking. Emphasis on TRIED.

The batcomputer was covered in static, then turned black. After that it flashed gold with a Egyptian like gold simbol and a message.

"NU UH"

" Get wrecked ".

Suddenly whoever was On the other side started hacking the batcomputer.

It turned into a nearly 24 hour, (Oracle: does this hacker not sleep??) battle of trying to keep the hacker away from their bat systems.

It only stopped when the hacker sent a message.

"Nice as this little war was, im getting bored so bye (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)"

Seizing the opportunity they tried to hack in. Only to be hit with a firewall and a virus.

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Life was good, life was stressful but it was good for Danny.

He thought to himself as he walked towards the wall that kept them safe.

Appearantly the clan of glorified furrys tried hacking them last night. Unfortunately for them not only was Tucker incredibly good at hacking, his liminality also gave him less need for sleep so he just kept messing with them until they were exhausted.

But this little occurrence made Danny think a bit. Now that the GIW was gone and the Anti ecto acts were basically burned without a trace , there was no need to hide. There was never a need to isolate their little country in the first place.

The amity parkers are free come and go whenever they want, the wall isn't here to keep them in, it's to keep the outsiders out. The rich familys often go out, they can't just disappear from society after all, but the other amity parkers, they don't. They haven't left at all, claiming that it was better for them here as they probably won't be accepted. Just because the Anti ecto laws are gone doesn't change the fact that liminals and ghost aren't recognized as species, they were closer to myths than metas and the world, (especially the league of bitches) werent like them, they were terrified of change. So they stayed in amity.

The people just wanted to feel safe for a while, lay low until they're sure that no one would hurt them any more. But they're stronger now, better than before and more ...magical.

Danny stops waking and looks back at the town. Liminals, ghost, blobs, and humans with ghostly features from the ecto walked, talked and played together. He grinned so what if the world would have a hard time accepting them? The worlds opinion doesn't matter, destroying it or fleeing to another dimension was always a choice and his people aren't the type to back down from a fight.

Yeah, It was time to reintroduce Amity to the world. He flipped the switch and the walls portal gate opened to Gotham.

Now then? They had a plan, his people suggested he take the lead in the plan and they will follow.

The plan? The plan was to become a head ache for Bruce Wayne, aka the The Furry knight.

Rich fruitloop with a plan to takeover the business world style.

_________

Tim is stressed not only is he stressed with the whole random Illinois wall situation he's also stressing out about this random Business man that appeared out of nowhere And is competing against WE!

Okay, maybe not competing but still!! It's only been two months, TWO MONTHS since this company appeared and it was already competing for one of the richest companys in America! How?????

So he tried looking into the owner. The owner looked like about his age! Looked like a fresh 18 year old but his file says he's 25, something about slow aging that runs in the family, maybe a meta gene? But theres no way he could build a billionaire company from scratch at only 25 so hes definitely born in a rich family. Daniel Fenton, his name, a perfectly normal name. Only issue is that, THERE ARE NO BILLIONAIRE FAMILIES NAMED FENTON!.

He looked deeper, he found an interview that said he was from a country called Amity when asked where it was, he gave coordinates. Not an address, not a continent, but COORDINATES. And Guess where the coordinates led?

THE FREAKING WALL OF ILLINOIS!!!!.

This man came from the wall! Well... Most likely INSIDE the wall. But from the wall nonetheless.

So he told Bruce, and what was the best way to get a business mans attention without being suspicious?

A GALA

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[nosyp]

Crowned by Desire

Chapter 2

A/N = I'm not sure if you guys will like where the story is going... but I hope you do. And ofc this story is prone to change. I might change a bit. or a lot. Depends on my mood :P

Warning = dark, yandere, toxic relationships

Pairings = Greek Gods x reader

Summary = Trapped in the gods' realm as their servant, you find fleeting peace with Artemis. But when Hades offers you freedom and a different kind of power, you’re drawn into the dark world of the underworld. As you navigate your strange new life and a mysterious woman leaving you to question everything.

Word count = 2.1k words

Story below 👇

It’s been a week since you entered the gods’ realm, and ever since then, you’ve been reduced to a mere servant for them. Your days were spent feeding grapes into their mouths or, worse, being treated as their plaything.

Oddly enough, you’d somehow gained an unofficial title of “Third Ruler of the Gods.” It wasn’t assessed by Zeus or anyone important, but a few gods jokingly referred to you as such. To your surprise, nor Hera or Zeus were furious about it. If anything, Hera actually seemed amused. It felt like a mark, something that would never fade, a constant reminder of your peculiar position among the gods.

Every time one god finally let you go, another would pull you into their orbit. It was a relentless cycle, and today was no different. And today, you found yourself with Artemis.

“Pay attention, focus on the target,” she says with one of her hands adjusting your elbow while the other is on your back. “Okay, hold… hold…”

You paid attention to her voice, waiting for her signal to let go. 

“Okay, shoot!”

Your finger let go of the string, launching the arrow into the air. Both of you watched as the arrow flew through the air… and onto the target, perfectly in the middle. 

“There you go,” she says proudly.

Artemis was one of the better gods. Sure, she was possessive in her own way, but it wasn’t suffocating, it wasn’t as annoying. Unlike the others, she didn’t obsess over your every move or try to claim you with marks on your body as a warning to the rest. Time with her felt like a breath of fresh air. It was usually quiet strolls through the woods, hunting or whatever she wants. She let you exist in peace, unguarded, if only for a while.

For the next few hours, you two hunted and strolled around the woods. The peaceful serenity was a temporary escape from the chaos of the gods. Artemis led the way, her calm presence making it feel like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

She didn’t rush you, she allowed you to enjoy the quiet moments, the rustling leaves, and the distant calls of wildlife. There was something freeing about being in her company, the peace you felt was impeccable. 

As the evening wore on and the woods started to quiet down, Artemis stood up with her arms stretching above her head. “Unfortunately, I need to get going,” she said, a hint of reluctance in her voice. “I’ve got other matters to attend to.”

You nodded, not wanting to break the silence. “Right. Thanks for today,” you muttered softly.

She gave you a small smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Don’t worry. I’ll be around.”

Artemis turned away, her steps soft against the forest floor, blending into the night as if she were part of the trees themselves. You watched her leave, feeling the familiar tug of unease. Alone again.

Sighing, you made your way to the palace. Surprisingly it was quiet when you arrived, only the soft wind blowing across the room. Hesitantly, you passed through the main room and into the hallways.

Opening the door to your room, you saw a shadow, and a tang of worry hit you. Your heart skipped a beat as you hesitated in the doorway, scanning the dark room.

“Hello?” you called out quietly, filled with unease. There was no answer, but you felt eerie.

You stepped in cautiously, watching your step as you went. The door creaked slightly behind you as your hands guided it to close. Then, a faint sound of a footstep echoed from the corner of the room, and your gaze snapped in that direction. A figure then emerged from the shadows, stepping into the dim light.

“Who’s there?” you demanded, but your voice trembled despite your attempt to sound confident.

The person grinned, its eyes glowing in the low light. "I think you already know," came the deep, familiar voice.

It was Hades.

“What do you want?” you asked, your voice barely loud enough, but still strong.

He tilted his head slightly, a small smile appearing at the corners of his lips. “I want you,” he said simply, his tone smooth, almost too calm.

Your pulse quickened, not out of fear, but something else. You had been caught in the realm of gods for so long, dragged from one god to the next, and now… Hades is standing in front of you, as if he had been waiting for this moment all along.

"You’ve been... watching me," you murmured, piecing it together. “Just like the others.”

Hades didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped closer, his shadow falling over. “The others may play their games, but I am not like them. I offer you something different.”

Your gaze shifted upwards to meet him, your mind racing with thoughts. After all, nothing good comes from Hades, the god of the underworld. 

“What do you want from me?” you asked.

He studied you for a moment, the weight of his stare being both unnerving and… magnetic. 

“Hm, nothing more than your company. I believe… you belong... with me.” He replied, his words were slow and deliberate, as though he was talking to a child.

You swallowed, trying to push past the strange mix of emotions swirling inside you. “I’m not some... possession.”

Hades’s smile softened, now amusement visible on his face. “No, you’re not. But you are someone I want to keep close. Someone who understands the balance of power... of what it means to truly be free.”

The tension in the room thickened, and you felt the urge to escape, yet you didn’t move. Something inside you told you that there was more to this than just another god trying to claim you. Something about his words felt different.

“Why me?” you asked quietly, unable to stop the question. “Why are you so persistent?”

His gaze softened, a rare vulnerability flickering in his eyes before it was disappearing again. “Because... you don’t belong to the games the others play. You’ve seen what it’s like to be treated like nothing more than a pawn. I am offering you a choice. A chance to escape”

You didn’t know how to respond, the weight of his offer settling heavily in the air between you. Hades wasn’t offering you power or gifts like the others had. He was offering something more dangerous. His trust, his space, and a place in his realm.

Somehow, in this sick and twisted game, everyone believed you were more than what you were. Yet, they were treating you like an object. A prize that could be won. You highly doubted the fact that Hades thought any differently. 

The rest was a blur. You had no recollection of what you even said, and now you’re somehow in bed with the two rulers of the underworld. 

The room was dark, shielded from the faint glow of the underworld's endless fires casting shadows on the walls. You could feel the strength of their presence beside you, Hades was on your left while Persephone was on the other. They hadn’t said much after you were led here, but there was an undeniable tension in the air, a strange comfort that made your heart race. 

You shifted slightly, trying to process everything that had happened. How had you gone from being a mere servant in the gods' realm to this dark corner of the underworld?

The duo was quite excited when you stepped foot into the underworld. Saying Persephone was elated was an understatement, she was ecstatic.

"I never thought anyone could visit like this, oh the things we’ll do together." she had said, her voice gentle but laced with something else. 

Now, both gods were here with you, in the quiet of the underworld, and all you could do was wonder what the hell had just happened. You couldn’t help but feel like you were caught between two worlds, not really fully belonging to either.

Hades shifted in his sleep, and you instinctively tried to pull away, but his arm shot out before you could go any further. He pulled you closer with an iron grip and stuck you between them. The warmth of his touch was strangely comforting, as though this was where you were supposed to be.

Persephone, sensing your discomfort, spoke up. "Don’t worry," she said, her voice soothing in the stillness. "We don’t bite... unless you force it."

You let out a nervous laugh, unsure if it was suited for the situation, but somehow, it felt like the tension in the room had eased a little. "I didn’t ask for any of this."

"And that’s exactly why you’re here," Persephone said cryptically. "You didn’t come looking for power or glory. You came to escape."

Escape. The thought echoed in your mind. You had been planning to run for so long, and now you had somehow ended up here, surrounded by beings who controlled the very realm of death.

"Do you think I could actually leave?" you asked. “Escape this hell hole?”

There was a long pause, and for a moment, you thought they might not answer. Then, Hades spoke, his voice low and commanding but not unkind. "No one ever truly leaves the underworld. But it doesn’t necessarily mean you have to be a prisoner."

The weight of his words seeped into you like poison. You had heard whispers, stories of the underworld’s control, of gods who ruled with absolute power. But in that moment, you realized you were not a mere pawn… well, at least, not in their eyes.

Persephone shifted, placing a hand on your arm. "If you’re looking for freedom, you’ve already found it. You just have to learn to accept it. This is freedom."

And with that, the tension in the room eased, leaving you to wonder what your future held in this strange, dark place. You agreed they were nice, but this wasn’t exactly what you wanted to do for the rest of your life.

The next morning, you spotted a woman standing near the edge of the underworld, her presence odd yet strangely calming. You stepped closer to her, curiosity washing over you. The closer you get, the clearer she became.

She had long dark hair that framed her face softly, and though she looked out of place, there was a warmth in her gaze that contrasted the coldness of the surroundings. Her clothes were simple, nothing like the gods’ lavish clothing. She wore a simple t-shirt and jeans, yet somehow it made sense.

Her eyes met yours, and for a brief moment, you could see a familiar kind of understanding in them. She didn’t say anything and just looked at you in silence.

It took you a second, but when the realization hit, your heart skipped. Those were the eyes of a mother. 

“You know… being separated from your kid hurts…” she says with sorrow. It was visible in her eyes and voice.

You hesitated, unsure how to respond. The words she spoke felt like they held more weight than you could grasp. 

She seemed to sense your uncertainty and gave a soft, understanding smile. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make things awkward.” She said while looking around, trying to fully take in the surroundings. “This place… it’s not the easiest to be in, is it?”

You don’t know how to reply to that either. The underworld was suffocating, its darkness pressing in on you no matter where you went. There was no sunlight, no warmth. Just the cold embrace of the gods’ realm. But her words made it feel… less suffocating somehow.

“I just want him to be okay,” she continues, her gaze falling to the ground for a moment before meeting yours again. “I always worry about him. But this time… I have to trust that he’ll be able to handle whatever comes next.”

It’s strange. The calmness in her voice, despite everything. You couldn’t help but wonder how she’d managed to hold onto her sanity, especially when her own son was caught in the chaos of the gods. 

“I’m sorry…” you say, although you knew you weren’t the one at fault.

Silence followed, and none of you said anything for a fleeting moment. 

“If you don’t mind me asking… What's his name?” you ask with uncertainty.

“Percy… Percy Jackson,”

[mathmodder]

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[biancadoes1]

FAVORITE ANON IS BACK

I didn't expect to be back so soon and to have to jump to the other side of the supporting character spectrum butttt here we are...

As we all know by now, A has made her return to the Insta grid and it was a doozy. 48 days after Luke posted his Spain photo dump, A pops out with the "Last bit of summer" which of course includes a picture of her "sunbathing and reading" on what appears to be the same balcony as Luke's from Spain. The 6 photo carousel also includes 2 photos from Cyprus. To many on the internet, this was another "launch" just like the recent London pap pictures.

This is the point where I would like to remind everyone to TAKE A MOMENT AND BREATHE BEFORE YOU REACT.

Now that you've done that, please remember the individual we are talking about. It is important to study patterns and this girl be patterning. Whenever the spotlight turns up on Nic and Luke, she always seems to jump in and tear things down and she is living up to her reputation. Let's add to the fact that Nic is getting torn down from this recent pap and press article incident so why not throw some gasoline on the flames. This is her time to SHINE.

Now I have a couple thoughts on the Spain of it all:

I think it's highly possible this trip happened in mid-late July (when the resort posted the Bridgerton themed post) and right before the birthday trip to Sorrento. It is highly likely that it was also a group trip and I'm not even saying these two were romantic on this trip (similar to my thoughts on Italy). She honestly could've just gotten into his room to take a couple pictures.

Her and her friends on a separate trip and maneuvered their way into the same (or similar) room and recreated the scene. It sounds wild and crazy and wayyyy out of the realm of reality but to be honest, I wouldn't put it past this individual.

My big question is where were any pictures that alluded to Luke being on the trip? The only picture is the balcony picture with her lying on the lounger and it doesn't even include a lot of possible items that would match the photo to being an identical match (the table settings or his underwear on the chair). If you went on a trip with your boyfriend - WHERE IS THE BOYFRIEND? Many are saying she got permission from Luke to post now but if he gave her permission and they are still together then why isn't he in the pictures?

Also, I find it convenient that she has C & S coming out of the woodwork to like and hype her up in the comments almost immediately (her and S have been almost radio silent to each other since Italy). As someone pointed out to me, the comments look like something planned in a group chat.

And to anyone who wants to say it - no I do not believe Luke is mad about Nic and Jake and is lashing out by telling A to post. If you even believe that about him, why are you in this fandom?

What do I believe? I believe we are seeing one of the final acts of a very desperate woman. She has been holding on to these pictures as her "smoking gun" to use one day when the timing is right. Nicola mentioned "Luke" and "marriage" in a Time article and she posted a picture with Luke publicly on her instagram. Once the pap photo controversy went down, A grabbed her chance and ran with it. (The irony of it all is that I think Nic's team may have let the article situation yesterday play out the way it did because they were expecting a grenade from A and she took the bait.)

In the end I will tell you the same thing about Luke that I told you about Nicola - ONLY LISTEN TO THE STORY LUKE IS TELLING YOU. The story Luke told you in his Spain post was that he was a man who was there alone and not on a romantic getaway. Don't listen to the story that psychotic side characters are trying to paint. The reason she's still around and creating this drama is because you all encouraged her all summer. Listen to Nic and listen to Luke and the rest is just noise you need to tune out.

My favorite anon is back so soon.

But I think we needed you, so much appreciated ☺️

[moonxknightx]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : GAME NIGHT : :;

╰┈➤ ❝ [PAIRING] ❞ Logan Howlett x F!Stark!Reader

・❥・GENRE: Fluff

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆FANDOM: X-Men/MCU

ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: None! Mentions of (Y/N)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥SUMMARY: You and Logan get invited to the Avengers game night by your father, Tony Stark. As usual, Wade tags along.

Part 2 of ‘Meet The Family’ (or can be read as a standalone)

IT WAS A WARM SATURDAY EVENING AT THE AVENGERS COMPOUND, and the living room was already buzzing with chatter and laughter. Tony Stark had decided to host a game night, something rare but always chaotic in the best way possible. Naturally, you and Logan had been invited. Well, more like dragged into it by Tony, who had left you a not-so-subtle voicemail: "Game night. Be there, or I’ll build an Iron Man suit with your name on it. Logan too."

Now, you were sitting on the couch, sandwiched between Logan, who had that same calm, unbothered expression, and Wade, who had somehow found his way into the compound again without being invited.

“Alright, team,” Tony announced, standing at the head of the room like he was about to launch into a company presentation. “Tonight, we’re doing things a little differently. No Monopoly. No Twister.” He glanced pointedly at Thor, who looked almost disappointed. “And definitely no more karaoke. Clint, I'm looking at you.”

Clint snorted, leaning back in his chair. “Hey, my rendition of ‘Livin’ on a Prayer’ was iconic.”

“Iconic, yes,” Tony quipped. “Also responsible for me needing to soundproof this place. No, tonight, we’re going to play—wait for it— Avengers Trivia.”

There was a collective groan from around the room. Steve facepalmed, and Natasha narrowed her eyes at Tony. “You cannot be serious.”

“Oh, I’m dead serious, Nat,” Tony replied, a grin spreading across his face. “Jarvis is going to be our quizmaster. Everyone teams up in pairs, and we’ll see who really knows the most about this weird, dysfunctional little family we’ve built.”

Logan’s eyes flicked to you, one eyebrow raised. “Trivia? This what you do for fun?”

You chuckled, nudging him playfully. “Trust me, it gets wild.”

Wade, who was seated cross-legged on the floor like a child, raised his hand. “Ooh, ooh! I call Logan as my partner!”

“Absolutely not,” Logan deadpanned, cutting him off without hesitation.

“Rude,” Wade muttered under his breath.

Tony clapped his hands. “Alright, pick your partners. (Y/N), you’re with Logan. Nat, you’re with Steve. Clint, you’re with—”

“Me,” Wade interrupted, grinning maniacally. “The unstoppable duo is back!”

Clint groaned but didn’t argue. “Great. This’ll be fun.”

Thor was happily pairing up with Bruce, already talking about how their combined Asgardian and science knowledge would be “unmatched in the Nine Realms.”

“Let’s get started!” Tony called, snapping his fingers. “Jarvis, first question!”

The familiar voice of the AI butler filled the room. “First question: Who was the first Avenger to officially join S.H.I.E.L.D.?”

Before anyone could answer, Wade leaped to his feet. “Easy! It was Deadpool! Wait, no, I was too cool for S.H.I.E.L.D. It was Cap. Yeah, totally Captain America.”

“That’s correct,” Jarvis responded, and Wade pumped his fists triumphantly.

Steve glanced at Wade in disbelief. “How do you—never mind, I don’t want to know.”

Natasha smirked. “Looks like we’re off to a good start.”

Logan, leaning back in his seat, glanced at you with a smirk. “They’re really competitive about this, aren’t they?”

“Oh, you have no idea.”

Jarvis continued, “Second question: Which Avenger has the most confirmed hand-to-hand combat victories?”

Thor stood up, beaming with pride. “It is clearly I! Thor Odinson, warrior of Asgard!”

“Actually, the answer is Natasha Romanoff,” Jarvis corrected.

Thor froze, his confidence momentarily faltering. “Ah, well… yes, Lady Natasha is indeed formidable in battle.”

Natasha gave a small, smug wave. “Don’t feel bad, Thor. You’ve got the hammer thing going for you.”

The next few questions flew by, with Clint and Wade bickering over every answer, Steve trying to be diplomatic, and Tony repeatedly congratulating himself for knowing all the answers to his own questions.

Finally, Jarvis posed a question that had Logan sitting up straighter: “What is the most common alias used by Wolverine in the field?”

Wade immediately blurted, “Oh! Oh! It’s Wolverine! Wait, no—Patch! Or is it ‘That Angry Canadian Guy’? Ooh, I know—Hairy Murder Grandpa!”

Logan shot Wade a warning look. “Don’t push it.”

Wade, not knowing when to quit, leaned closer to Clint and stage-whispered, “I’m pretty sure it’s Patch. He wore an eye patch. So mysterious, so dashing.”

Clint rolled his eyes. “Is it Patch?”

Logan nodded. “That’s one of them.”

Jarvis confirmed, “Correct. Wolverine has used the alias Patch on numerous occasions, particularly in Madripoor.”

Wade looked smug, puffing out his chest. “See? I know my friends. Not that we’re friends, but you know, friends in a ‘he’ll tolerate me’ kind of way.”

Logan’s gaze met yours, and you couldn’t help but smile at the absurdity of the situation. “You’re handling this a lot better than I thought you would,” you whispered to him.

He shrugged. “Not my first rodeo with these types. They’re alright. Except him,” he said, nodding toward Wade, who was now debating with Clint whether Deadpool could be considered an honorary Avenger.

After a few more rounds of questions—with your team surprisingly holding its own—Tony stood up, waving his hand for attention. “Alright, alright. Let’s mix things up. I’m bored of trivia. Time for the lightning round: Avengers Charades.”

“Oh no,” Steve muttered under his breath, already looking weary.

“Oh yes!” Tony replied, grinning mischievously. “Everyone, pair up with a new partner. This time, one person will act out an iconic Avenger moment, and the other person guesses.”

Clint clapped his hands together. “This should be good. Wade, you’re on my team. Let’s see if you can manage to not ruin this.”

“Challenge accepted!” Wade chirped.

Natasha swapped with you so that you were now paired with Steve, while Logan found himself paired with Bruce. Bruce looked mildly terrified, but Logan just nodded in his calm, stoic way.

Tony raised his hand again. “Alright, first team up—Logan and Bruce. Let’s see what you’ve got!”

Bruce stood up, nervously adjusting his glasses. “I’ll, uh, act it out. You guess.”

Logan grunted. “Fine.”

Bruce stepped to the middle of the room and began... well, thrashing around. He flailed his arms, growling and making these deep, guttural noises, then pretended to smash something invisible with both hands.

Logan blinked. “The Hulk?”

“Correct!” Tony shouted, laughing. “That was the easiest one! Come on, Bruce, give us something harder next time!”

Bruce, looking sheepish, sat back down as Logan gave him a brief nod of approval.

Next, it was your turn with Steve. You drew a card from the deck Tony had provided and grinned. Oh, this was going to be fun. You stood up, positioned your hands like you were grabbing two handles, then mimed jumping out of a plane with a parachute. Steve’s eyes lit up with recognition.

“Cap jumping out of the Quinjet without a parachute.”

“Correct!” Tony called, and Steve laughed, shaking his head. “I knew you were gonna do that one.”

As the game went on, Wade acted out a scene from Thor: Ragnarok with over-the-top dramatics, pretending to be both Thor and Hulk fighting in the arena. Clint just threw his hands in the air. “I’m not guessing this.”

Thor, of course, took the opportunity to stand up and reenact an exaggerated version of his own scene, complete with an invisible Mjölnir that he swung wildly around the room.

“Another point for Team Asgard!” Thor announced proudly, and Bruce just shook his head.

Finally, it came down to Tony’s team—himself and Nat. Tony drew a card and immediately smirked. He stood up, putting on a ridiculously exaggerated “hero” pose, and then pretended to fire repulsor blasts from his hands.

Natasha crossed her arms. “Really, Tony? You’re just doing yourself?”

“Can you blame me?” Tony replied, winking at her.

Natasha sighed. “Iron Man in literally every movie you’ve been in.”

“Bingo!” Tony grinned, bowing dramatically as if he’d just performed Shakespeare at the Globe.

The night wrapped up with everyone gathered in the living room, laughing and sharing stories. You leaned against Logan, feeling his steady presence beside you as the chaos of your family—both old and new—buzzed around you.

“Well,” Logan said quietly, watching as Thor tried to explain to Clint why throwing Mjölnir wasn’t cheating in charades, “this wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be.”

You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. “Told you. We’re a weird bunch, but we’re family.”

Logan looked down at you, a rare softness in his eyes. "Yeah, I can see that."

Just as the moment settled between you two, Wade suddenly jumped up, startling everyone. "Wait! One last round! We can't end game night without one final showdown."

Tony groaned, already halfway out of his seat. "Wade, it's late. And I think we've done enough—"

"No!" Wade insisted dramatically, waving his arms. "It's tradition! And by tradition, I mean something I just made up. The Ultimate Battle: Avengers Pictionary!"

"God, no," Clint muttered, but it was too late. Wade was already tearing open a random box from Tony's game collection, pulling out a whiteboard and markers.

"Alright, alright," Natasha sighed. "One round, Wade. One."

Wade grinned and tossed the marker at Logan, who caught it midair with practiced ease. "You, Logan! You’re up first!"

Logan glanced at the marker, clearly unamused, then at you. "Pictionary, really?"

You shrugged with a grin. "Rules are rules. Besides, I wanna see how good your art skills are."

With a small grunt of resignation, Logan stood and moved to the whiteboard, glancing briefly at the card Wade handed him. His eyes narrowed slightly, and then, without a word, he began to draw.

At first, the lines were slow, hesitant, but as the seconds ticked by, Logan’s rough sketch started taking shape. There was a figure—a man, with claws and an iconic stance.

Tony leaned forward, grinning. "Oh, this one's obvious."

But before anyone could guess, Wade leapt up. "It’s me! Deadpool! No, wait, it’s—"

"Logan," you cut in with a smirk, recognizing the stance. "It's him. Wolverine."

Logan stopped drawing, looked back at the group, and gave a small, satisfied nod. "Yep."

The room erupted into laughter, and Tony threw his hands up. "Okay, that's it. Game night over. Logan wins."

Logan shook his head, placing the marker down. "This was ridiculous."

"Ridiculously fun," Wade chimed in, unbothered by Logan’s usual gruff demeanor.

As the night wrapped up for real this time, you leaned against Logan once more, feeling the warmth of his presence amidst the laughter and camaraderie around you. Sure, game night had been chaotic, but in the end, it was just another reminder that no matter how strange or dysfunctional, this was your family.

And Logan? Well, he was officially part of it now, too.

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hey yall! im eternally grateful for your patience with me as i quietly tinker with a dozen projects at once, releasing them out of nowhere and seemingly at random. i usually eschew talking too much about my work before it's done, but... oh man, we've just got too much good stuff lined up this year, i can't hold back. without further ado,

Rath's 2025 Release Schedule!

BXLLET is getting a long-awaited kickstarter release! it'll feature plastic minis for the new tactical combat rules, poorly-made custom dice, and the removal of any mention of politics, including the controversial "Conservatives Fuck Off" opening.

Disparateum Act II releases! You'll now be able to venture into exciting new worlds, including the Forgotten Realms, Dominaria, the Kalos region, and Earth-616.

KATABASIS has been scrapped, since it no longer aligns with my beliefs after being saved by our Lord, Jesus Christ. goodbye!

IMMORTAL Pop!bat 2: funK.O. (Definitive Edition) is getting a new edition, //FUNKO: Dream of an Immørtal Age: プラスチックゴミ Eternal Showdown -- 𝕡𝕠𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 [ Premium Golden Edition ]. it will launch with an accompanying web app slash NSFW gacha game.

Unskilled Labor is getting an Amazon adaptation!

Charcuterie is no longer a zine collection. It's now a small-press indie publisher, which will spend two years giving small creators a life-changing spotlight before collapsing suddenly and without warning when scandals around unpaid royalties and workplace sexual harassment come to light.

thank you all for accompanying me on this journey, can't wait to see where we go next!

[circeyoru]

Unwanted Soul = Requested

[Yandere!Alastor x Owner of his Soul!Reader]

The Request

Part 1 (here) — Part 2 — Part 2.5 (ask) — Part 3  — Part 4 — Part 5 — Part 6 — Part 7 — Part 8 — Part 9 — Part 10 (END)

You weren’t a powerful Overlord nor were you the weaker ones to have their souls owned by other demons to survive in this hellhole. You’re merely capable enough to get by your everyday life. Like always, you’d stay clear from any of ongoing battles or powerful demons that were out and about. Your keen 6th sense to pinpoint potential dangers was always your go-to during your outings

You kind of treated Hell as your paradise to shut-in in your room and read all the comics you want plus watch all the TV shows you want. You were one of the rare demons that get connection to the Earth realm where you can enjoy the guilty pleasures you spend your days doing. Of course, your death was a suicide as you saw no life ahead of you

But you really really should have stayed in that day. It started out as any other day in Hell and you were on your way to the usual supermarkets for the junk food and drink you love. Normally, it was uneventful, until you caught sight of a dying demon, no, ‘wounded’ would be the right word since demons would only demon by angelic blades, even you knew that. Still, the demon was heavily wounded

It must have been a good few minutes since you caught weaker demons attempting to take advantage of the weakened demon as easy prey. You immediately took out your notebook, scribbing a phase before tearing it out and blow on it lightly. The page turned to white sparkles before taking shape of a row of angelic spears around you, it launched at the weak demons before they could do anything to the wounded one

You took went to the wounded demon quickly as your spears faded to nothing after doing its damage. You held his limb hand and closed your eyes, visualizing your cozy apartment and the ground swallowed the two of you up. In the blink of an eye, you were back home, sighing in relief

Not even a moment, you were knocked to the ground and pinned down by your shoulders and thigh. You struggled a bit before you realized it was the wounded demon that was pinning you down with radio dials for eyes

Without thinking, you reached into your coat pocket and took out a piece of paper, slamming it onto his face and blew at it. The paper faded to nothing but sparks then the demon stilled before closing his eyes and slumping forward onto you. Unconscious. But you invited someone you shouldn’t have into your home

This had to be Alastor, the Radio Demon

You grimaced, eying Alastor on top of you sleeping like a harmless deer. You thought of throwing him back out into the streets, but you didn’t exactly have the heart to. You came to the conclusion of healing him as fast as you could then sending him on his merry way! Yes!

Noooo!!! Why is he still here!?!?!?!?!?!?!??????!!!!!

“My dear, you really should be taking more care of your diet. This is hardly filling or healthy for you.” Alastor eyed the cup noodle you were about to open up like you were holding trash “But it’s fast and gets my hunger sated.” You eyed back, “It’s not like I’m feeding you this. I cook for your meals anyways…” You continued roaming around the kitchen, rubbing a fork, and setting a timer for your food. Ignoring the closeness of Alastor. “As long as it doesn’t concern you, it’ll be fine. I’ll treat you better since you just healed up. These are my own indulgence.” “And I appreciate your hospitality, dear, truly, I do. The matter at hand is your consumption!” Alastor grabbed your precious cup noodle lunch away, “I shall take over your meals from now on.”

Yes, you have fully healed Alastor and he’s back to full health. No, you didn’t tell him to stay. In fact, the moment his wounds were all healed, you showed him the open door, waiting for him to leave. He didn’t exactly let you make him leave. He said he was staying to repay your kindness, but all he was doing was inserting him into your afterlife and really making it Hell

At first, he praised your unique power to summon anything you write with a gentle blow, especially the part where you put him to sleep the first time. Then he urged you to make a name for yourself, but you really just want to shut yourself in your room and indulge in your time-wasting hobby. You told him off and shut yourself in your room, but he would just appear through the shadows and apologise, saying he’d leave the matter

When that whole business was done, Alastor got worse. You’re positive some other demons would love to be treated this way, but you’re just weirded out. It started out small, Alastor making meals like he said, shifting your schedule to a healthier one. Then taking care of your needs whenever you are about to do something. Even as simple as getting a glass of water

Then it escalated to touches. A handholding here, maybe he’s lean into you while reading. Or he’ll lay next to you in your own bed. Shift closer to you while on the couch. Stare at you while you were busy reading manga or watching animes and shows. Plus you could feel him staring at you while you sleep from the shadows even though you told him not to

But the most unnerving thing was when you would go restock on your food and other supplies. Alastor being the gentleman would carry and pay for your stuff. That you’re used to and didn’t care since either way, you had your methods. It was what happens during the two of you walking

“Alastor…” You hugged your coat tighter as your lips pressed together tightly from the scene, your eyebrows furrowed from the tense situation you were in. You had just left the shop to get new books and volumes, only to be met with such a sight. “What…” “My darling, your timing is perfect.” Alastor threw away the torn body of what used to be a demon. The street was covered with a layer of thick red and black blood. Hellborns and sinners alike were all brutally ripped away by the fearsome Radio Demon. “These pest dares to look at you wrongly, surely they deserve a good, limb pulling.” He walked over to you with his ever-present smile, offering his clean hand. “Shall we head home, My Doe?” You feel yourself tense as you firmly told him, “Just because they stare at me a little long and spat out rude remarks, it’s not an excuse or reason to torture them like this. I’m… I don’t exactly mind unless they attack.” Alastor grabbed your hand and kissed it, “Dearie, why give them the chance to harm you when I can prevent it? You can name and point fingers, I’ll be your killer.”

Trapped was what you felt at home and anywhere, as long as Alastor was there, you didn’t like it. Those sweet romantic gestures and attention from him that you would only see in your books and shows left a bad taste in your mouth. 

At the 4th year, however, something changed. Alastor sold his soul to you as the ‘last’ act of pure devotion and loyalty to you. Since the contract was all by your rules, you made use of it

Limit Alastor’s powers because it scares you how much he could do and the destruction he could cause. Forbid him from devouring or owning souls because he does it so easily when he thinks you were wronged in any way. And most importantly, forbid him from disobeying your words, whatever they may be, that way, you can finally have peace

How Alastor was still able to be this unnerving, you didn’t know and you didn’t want to know. Somehow, the contract was something like a declaration that the two of you were romantically involved with ecah other? If it made sense. It didn’t, really

Alastor still stayed with you because he had told you a long time ago that his home was destroyed in a brutal battle, hence why you found him that battered. So you offered yours. You did manage to set some firmer ground rules with the contract’s help. Like no entering your room or throwing away your junk food

Though Alastor still plays a big part in your life just because. You had wanted a lover before, but Alastor had proven how bad a relationship could go, and you two didn’t even established anything! You love fiction, fiction is life or afterlife. You can just drown yourself in the world of fiction and never leave

That’s the basis of your power. It’s like summoning through writing and the faint blow from your lips. You have to be aware of the components though, the hardest to summon was definitely the angel spears. It was the day after extermination and a spear was stuck into a demon, you were curious and took it back with you. You studied it and tested it out, knowing its strength and limitations before actually attempting to summon it. Works well enough, since it was easy to study

In the blink of an eye, 7 years had already passed. While Alastor was out on buying new ingredients for your celebration dinner of surviving another extermination, you caught the Princess of Hell and her promotion on the ‘Happy Hotel’. A place that welcomes anyone, a place that gives anyone a chance. It sounds lovely, but you didn’t have the mentality and energy to help out

A foolproof plan came to mind. You could, no, should send Alastor there. He loves entertainment! He wouldn’t be bored there! The hotel is much bigger and there’s more people there for him to hang out with. Plus he would definitely get a room there since he’s going to be staying. Even when he disagrees, because you just know he would rather stay by your side, you can use the contract as a last resort

“My dear!” Alastor greeted the moment he came back from his little shopping. He gave you a peak on the crown of your head when he walked past you, then headed to the table to place the bags of items down. “Did you hear about that ridiculous plan the Princess told in the picture box? Hahaha! It’s sure to fail! No way in any universe would just a silly and childish thing happen! No, sir!” “I want to help her with it, it sounds like a good plan. It’s better than annual exterminations.” You spoke while coming over to check the things Alastor brought. “But you know I’m more of a home person and not the go-out and help-others type.” “Exactly, dearie, we need not care for such fantasy.” Alastor nodded along. “That’s why you’re going in my place.” You stated firmly without blinking or shifting in your spot, at the growing static, you looked up to see Alastor’s eyes turned to radio dial. Very rarely are those directed at you since he swore he’d never do you harm or wish you harm. “You’ll go and help the Princess to make it a success.” Alastor’s eyes shifted back to normal, narrowing as he asked, “Till how long, my dear?” You had to control yourself to hide a smile as you spoke, “For as long as it takes of course. You can’t rush redemption, right? And it’s the first of its kind too.” The static grew again, you knew Alastor was getting annoyed with such a wish (order) from you. “But this would take a long while. I’d be returning to check on you, yes?” “Oh, no. Can’t interrupt your work.” You said, carrying your pile of snacks to your little comfort corner and dropping it with huff, there was a skip in your step as you returned back to the table. “You can’t come back here nor see me when in the service of the Princess. Well, you can see me when I’m the one to approach you or call for you, that’s the only exception.” Alastor would have a frown on by now if it weren’t for his insistence on the power of smiles, “Who would take care of you? Who would watch over you? Who would tend to you? Who would protect you while I’m gone, sweetheart?” You laughed, “Don’t be so dramatic. I can handle myself. It’s just like before I met you,” You didn’t miss the radio crackling like it broke connection, “But this time, I have you as a backup should I need.”

Making Alastor leave you wouldn’t have been possible without the contract and the fact that his soul was yours to control. Very pushy but you had to do what you had to, it was all to regain that quiet and isolated shut-in life you love. Never have you missed the silence in your home and the void of a watchful gaze all around you

You squealed and smiled brightly, “Time to chill and laze around!”

Oh how the Radio Demon was fuming as he made his way to that ratchaed hotel. He shouldn’t have let you know of such a news. If that inferno picture box was broken, then you wouldn’t know. No, you have your phone, so that makes no difference. Maybe it was the fact that that cannibal chef was gone that Charlie had time to promote that idea of hers? 

This would be his first appearance since 7 years ago. He kept his presence gone from the public eye just to hide his connection and fancy towards you. If demons knew you had his soul, who knows what danger you’d be in? He can’t let that happen to you. No, you were the kind soul that saved him and gave him a place to belong. Truly belong

Never had he felt such a sense of comfort around someone so lazy and chill. The fact that you were average but powerful in your right that you humble yourself to blend in with others. To live your afterlife as you please and like without a care in the world. So long as your interest was sated

He just couldn’t help but want to be yours. You deserve it, after all

But now. Now he had to provide his attention and care to some princess’ dream! What joke is this?!

Were you sending him away because he wasn’t strong enough? You limited his powers to see if he could still be as strong as before. Was that the reason? What other demon held your attention? As far as he knew. You have no interest in forming connections. He was the first one you actually cared for and hosted your home for! You don’t even own other souls and you’re strong!

He was your only one. Only!

In front of the hotel, he knocked rhythmically, waiting patiently for the door to be opened and for him to introduce himself. He’ll show you. “Hel—” The door closed shut in his face before it opened again, “-lo!”

His ears twitched as he heard the ruckus inside. These souls don’t deserve your time and attention spent on them, he’ll deal with the problem like always and return to your side. He’ll show you just how powerful and cruel he is and can be

The door opened again and he introduced himself with his plan in mind. “Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, princess. Quite a pleasure!”

Note: I really really didn't mean to do this so long... I could have put it into 2 parts, but I was too lazy to. There was actually some more I wanna add, but then it will be a literal essay. Anyways~ How you like this one?

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You're Already Mine

aegon x f!reader // irrelevant!male x f!reader for 2 secs

au-ish where there are other dragon houses/families in westeros (kinda giving valyria ig) but targs still rule 👑  bc why street race in the modern world when you could dragon race in this fantasy world 

Summary: You finally meet a rider worth your time at a race in the Kingswood. Having no care for the consequences, you spend the night with him and you both hope it won’t be the last.

Warnings: 18+ swearing, vulgar language, drinking, public(dragonback), fingering, oral(f), p in v, a fake wedding, ’whore’ is somewhat a term of endearment?, mention of pleasure houses and brothels

Authors Note: save me aegon the magnanimous save me 🧎🏼‍♀️ we were robbed of sunfyre and egg 🫠 this was supposed to be chill but i forgot i don’t know how to be chill w him 

Word Count: 6.7k

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You’ve been secretly seeing the son of one of your fathers vassals for a couple months now. The rumors of you both have been causing tensions at family meals and you couldn’t be more delighted. Your mother reprimands you time and time again that you need to stop dragging the family name through the realm or it’ll ruin your chances to marry into a house of equal or better standing. You couldn’t care less of the house's standing but whether the man had a dragon or not and the son of the vassal has a dragon. 

That’s all that he has going for him. He’s not even set to inherit his family seat, not that it was much anyway, but when he flew to your Keep you had to have him. He wasn’t the only one in his family to have a dragon but the way he carried himself drew you in. At first he seemed ever the perfect gentleman but after you bedded him, he started acting differently. He seemed to only use you for your cunt and you in turn only used him for his dragon. The past couple of months he’s taken you to different dragon races and you use these meets to see if you can find a better suitor. You know it’s vain and you shouldn’t use him but he’s using you. 

So now you wait patiently on your chaise for the vassal's son to come and sneak you out of your chambers. He said he would meet you after moonrise and the moon has been high in the sky for well over an hour now. As the minutes tick by you become more annoyed and rise walking to the table to pour yourself a glass of wine. You down the cup and tap your fingers against the bottle debating on filling your glass once more. When you begin to tilt the bottle there’s a rapid knock and you sigh with relief as he slips through the door.

“Gods I thought you would never get here.” you place the bottle on the table abandoning your glass. “We’re gonna be late.” you pout and he chuckles pulling you out of your chambers. 

“You know I’m the fastest flier there is.” he puffs his chest out and you roll your eyes. 

“Yes, of course.” you pat his arm as he tugs you down the dark halls. He’s nowhere near the fastest flier in the realm let alone this city. 

“Up you go.” his hand lands on your ass and you scoff before starting your ascent up the side of the winged animal. You take your seat and chuckle as he takes his seat behind you and pulls you against him. “I love that you refuse to wear riding leathers.” his fingers dance up your bare thighs. 

“If you make us late I’ll make sure to never wear a dress around you again.” his hand lands on the inside of your thigh and you gasp. 

Before you can turn around with your retort he has you both climbing to the skies. You hold tightly to the saddle as you pull further off the ground. A smile spreads across your face as his dragon launches you forward and the wind whips through your hair. This is the reason you stay with him. You’ve never been able to find a replacement for the freedom riding a dragon offers.  As he starts your descent your eyes search around the forest floor to see if you spot any new dragons. 

Aegon watches as you slide down the side of some losers dragon and groans as he watches your dress slide up showing him your stockings and thighs. He decides you’ll be his by the end of the night no matter what it takes. He watches as you ignore the rider and look around with wide eyes until they stop on Sunfyre. He smirks knowing he has you now. Aegon chuckles as you tug the rider's arm and point to Sunfyre excitedly and he watches as the rider starts to frown. 

“And what’s so special about her? Besides the fact that she’s obviously here with someone.” his friend follows his eyeline to you. 

“She likes Sunfyre.” he drags his eyes back to his friends as they offer him a cup of ale. 

“How have you decided this?” one of them laughs. 

“She was looking at him.” he takes a sip. “All wide eyed.” he nods and his friends start to chuckle. 

“He’s gold. Of course she’s going to look at him.” Aegon waves his friends off and downs his cup. 

He walks over to Sunfyre and pats at his chest as he curls his neck around him. His dragon chuffs as he scratches at his scales. Aegon chuckles as Sunfyre starts to circle around him. When his tail swishes past his head you’re standing in front of him with a smile plastered across your face and a fuming male rider behind you. He bats Sunfyre back who sits behind him as he approaches you. 

“He’s so very beautiful.” you coo looking up at his dragon. Aegon smiles at your tone and sees the rider flare his nostrils. 

“I’m sure he’s blushing hearing that coming from you.” your eyes flick to his and you look over the silver haired rider and sigh. This rider and his dragon are absolutely devastating. 

“What’s his name?” you step closer and Sunfyre purrs, craning his head down towards you. 

“Sunfyre.” Aegon offers the name and your face softens. 

“Sunfyre.” you hum. “Because he’s as golden and as beautiful as the sun.” you muse as the golden dragon hovers a couple feet above you. 

“He’s very sweet.” Aegon smiles watching you reach up toward him. 

“If you touch his dragon I’m leaving you here.” the vassal's son grits through his teeth. 

“Sunfyre doesn’t mind giving a ride home to a beautiful woman in need.” Aegon smirks at you and watches you mirror his expression as you reach your fingers higher for his dragon. 

“Such a sweet boy.” you hum as Sunfyre presses his snout into your hand. “So handsome.” you hum as he lowers his head and you bring your other hand up to him. 

“You’re a whore.” the vassal's son's voice is dripping with hatred. You snap your head back to him and as you open your mouth Sunfyre’s rider speaks. 

“Aren’t we all?” Aegon raises his brow and you turn your attention back to him. 

“Then you can have her.” he waves off both of you and stomps away. 

“Who might my new ride be?” you tilt your head at the silver haired man. 

“Aegon.” he watches with a smile as his dragon curls around you as you offer him your name. 

“Not like the Aegon?” you can already tell this is the Prince from how finely his riding leathers are. 

“So you’ve heard of me?” he tilts his head looking at you.

“Unfortunately my parents made me study with the septa everyday so yes, I know of you, my Prince.” you make a show of bowing lowly. 

“I might prefer you a little lower.” he purrs and your eyes flick up to his. 

“How would you like me? I’m yours to command.” you blink up at him, nibbling your lip.

“Preferably on your knees.” he watches your face spread with amusement before Sunfyre pushes you towards him. He reaches out and steadies you and you look closer at him and feel your cheeks heat. “I didn’t know whores blushed.” the words come from his mouth automatically and he is so scared you’re going to turn and leave him but then you laugh and everything changes. 

“I can’t believe you said that.” you wipe away the tears as you hold your stomach still laughing. 

“I can’t either.” he scolds himself for his voice wavering. 

“It seems as if whores get shy as well.” you hum brushing your fingers against his blush. After the words leave your mouth he knows he’s never letting you go. 

“Do you want to fly with me tonight?” he watches your pupils dilate.

“You’ll let me ride with you when you race?” a smile spreads across your face. “Really?” you search his eyes.

“Did he not let you ride with him?” he scrunches his brows looking at you as you shake your head.

“He said it would slow him down.” you nibble your lip. 

“You’ll ride with me tonight.” he nods his head and your heart begins to race. “Do you have riding leathers or?” he stands back and looks at your dress. 

“I don’t like wearing them.” you look up at him. “Will it be too distracting for you to have my skirts up to my waist?” he smirks thinking about the way you’ll be pressed back against him as he races through the sky. 

“I’d be okay if you just took it off.” he says lowly and your tongue darts across your lower lip. 

“You’d have to keep me warm.” you step closer to him. 

“That’s not an issue.” he pulls you flush against his chest and smirks that you melt into him right away. He feels your hand reach for your dress laces and he groans, stopping your hand.

“Mm, too scandalous for you?” you smile up at him. “Are you a maiden, my Prince?” you whisper as his eyes grow wide. 

“No, I just- 

“I’m sullying the perfect, pure prince with my whorish ways.” you sigh and he grabs you pulling you against him. 

“I just want to show you off to my friends before I fuck the words out of you.” he says lowly watching your cheeks slowly flush. He grabs your hand and starts to lead you in the direction of his friends spread around the massive fire. 

“You stole her away from that rider already?” a man with blonde hair looks up at Aegon incredulously. 

“She came to me.” he corrects. “I told you that she liked Sunfyre.” Aegon rolls his eyes, waving him off.

“When did you tell them this?” you ask with a smirk on your face. 

“Gods the second you slid off that dragon I thought he was going-

“That's enough.” Aegon nods and grabs the flagon and fills two cups. 

“But I want to hear this.” you accept the cup with a smile and sit on the ground with his friends.

“You saw the drool coming from him when her skirts lifted up right?” another one of his friends jokes with the blonde from earlier. 

“How Sunfyre needed tending to right before a drinking game.” another male chimes in and Aegon groans taking a seat next to you. 

“He did.” he glares at his friends over the lip of his cup.

“Are you blushing again?” you chuckle and he turns his head quickly to you as his friends start to giggle. 

“Gods not you too.” he rubs his face. His friends all start talking over one another and you lean against him.

“I need tending to.” you whisper in his ear.

“Is that so?” he whispers back, his lips brushing against your ear sending shivers through you. 

“If you put your hand up my skirts you’ll know what I need.” he swallows and turns to look down at you looking up at him innocently. As he’s about to respond a horn sounds and the riders start to walk towards the announcer. 

“Later.” he pats your thigh before rising off the ground. 

He holds his hand out for you and brings you with him to the gathering riders. You cling against him as you enter the crowd while he leads you both to the front. The announcer claps Aegon on the shoulder and brings you both up next to him. You feel no better than a man as you lean against him watching all of the women look at him with soft pouts. Your hand slides up his back to his hair almost possessively and he chuckles looking down at you. 

“I’m the one who’s supposed to be holding you like a metal.” he whispers down to you. 

“I’m not stopping you.” you grin up at him. You gasp as he pulls you against him and presses his lips to yours. As quickly as his lips are on you they’re gone and he’s looking down at your red cheeks. “One more?” you pout and he presses his lips to yours quickly. The announcer clears his throat and Aegon turns back towards him. 

“I wanted to make it clear that attacks and burning are not permitted.” Aegon rolls his eyes. It was once and he didn’t even start it. “With that, to your mounts.” the announcer claps his hands together. Aegon leads you back over to Sunfyre keeping an arm wrapped around your waist. 

“Are you ready?” he pulls you in front of him. 

“I’m a little nervous.” you chew on your cheek. “I don’t want to slow you down.” he rolls his eyes. 

“Trust me you won’t.” he smooths your hair back. “If anything I’ll fly faster just to impress my sweet whore.” you playfully push him back. 

“Well help your sweet whore up or it seems we’ll be left behind.” you nod to all of the riders on top of their dragons already. 

“Let’s go,” he smiles. “I wouldn’t want you to go home with another loser.” he gives you a quick spank pulling a gasp from your lips as you start your ascent. He helps you to climb up keeping his fingers dug into your hips as you straddle the leather. He watches your skirts ride up exposing your stockings and bare thighs to him once more. You lean forward to offer him more space and he groans when you arch your back as he presses in behind you. “Just like this.” he pulls you back roughly and lifts your dress more. 

“Aegon.” you shiver at the breeze and his hand trailing up your thigh. 

“It seems as if you do need tending to.” he smiles hearing your whimper as he trails a finger up the center of your small clothes. You squirm in his arms as he starts to press his lips to your exposed neck. “You’re gonna have to hold on tight.” you nod your head and reach out to grab onto the saddle. He watches as your knuckles turn white as his fingers slip under your small clothes. 

“Yes,” you cry out at the soft swirl of his fingers against your bud. 

Aegon fists the reins in one hand as you push back into him. The whimpers leaving your mouth make him want to abandon this race but Gods the thought of you coming on his fingers as he wins this has him straightening his back and getting into position. The horn bellows and you push back into his chest as Sunfyre shoots into the sky. 

One moment you’re rocking against Aegon's fingers the next the ground his meters below. You sigh as his fingers leave your small clothes but it’s soon made up as the wind slips through your hair. Sunfyre gives out a cry and pushes forward faster. You turn your head to the side and see the other dragons falling behind. You smile and peer up at Aegon who’s concentrating on keeping course. 

The sounds of your laughter cause Aegon's chest to tighten. The way you lean with him when he starts to turn brings a smile to his face. You can feel the confidence and energy pouring off of Aegon and it’s exciting you to no end. You’ve never flown this fast before and you get lost in the freedom of it. The winds shift once more as he turns back as you make your final stretch of the race. There’s a couple dragons behind but they are quickly forgotten when he slips his fingers back into your small clothes. 

“Fuck Aegon,” you whine as his finger start to quickly circle your bud as he presses you closer against the saddle. He feels your hips roll against his hand and he slides his fingers down and slips them into you. He groans into your ear at the feel of you squeezing his fingers before he starts to pump his fingers. His thumb comes to circle on your bud once more and your body trembles beneath him. “Please.” you squeak. 

Aegon tightens his grip on the reins and jolts Sunfyre forward faster. You gasp leaning back into his chest and he smiles as he sees the smoke rising from the fire. He starts to move his fingers faster and Sunfyre starts to dip back to the ground. Your heart races as you chase your high and feel yourself falling. The second Sunfyre touches the ground Aegon slams his fingers faster and your pleasure snaps. 

“Aegon.” you moan loudly and heads start to turn your way as your chest heaves until more dragons begin landing behind you. He chuckles listening to your soft whines as he continues to slowly pump into you. 

“We won.” he whispers as he pulls his fingers out. 

“You can have me as your prize.” you pant and he pulls you back against him. 

“You’re already mine.” he brings his fingers to his mouth to clean them off. “Let’s go celebrate.” he hums, helping you off of the saddle. When your feet touch the ground you sigh seeing the vassal’s son approaching. 

“Are you coming home with me?” you can’t help the laugh that slips out. 

“No, she’s coming home with me.” Aegon pulls you to his side with a grin. 

“What do you think your parents will say? They’ll know you’ve been sullied then.” you blink at him as if that mattered to you.

“They’ll be glad it’s by a Prince and advocate for a betrothal.” you bite your lip to hide your smile. “They’ve been begging me to get rid of you for some time now anyways.” you watch his face drop and Aegon chuckles. 

“And you’d marry him?” he glares at you. 

“I’ll at least fuck him.” you shrug and his mouth drops. “He’s already made me come and that’s more than I can say about you.” his face gets red before he turns and leaves.

“He never made you come?” Aegon looks down at you with scrunched brows. 

“No.” you feel your cheeks heat. 

“Never?” you shake your head again. “Has anyone ever made you come?” he tilts his head. 

“You.” you look up at him. “And my fingers.” your voice barely audible and he groans.

“Use my fingers next time.” he smiles watching you flush. “Or my tongue.” he steps closer to you, keeping his voice down. “Or my cock.” he runs his fingers down your arm before he presses his lips to yours. His arms slowly wrap around you pulling you against him while you cling onto the front of his riding leathers. He smiles at your soft gasp as he licks along the seam of your lips. When he pushes his tongue into your mouth you completely dissolve into him. 

He groans hearing his friends approaching voices and cheers and reluctantly pulls back watching you look up at him with parted lips. His friends tug him from you and jump all over him congratulating him on his victory. He pushes them off playfully before pulling you back to his side. You both follow his friends back to the fire and one of them fills up cups and passes them out. 

As the night grows older the more you lean against Aegon. Most of the other riders and dragons are gone, allowing the atmosphere to settle. You don’t think of the consequences you’ll face in the morning, only of how the night will end. Aegon feels you scooting closer and he wraps his arm tighter around you before resting his head on top of yours. You grab his hand, studying his fingers and rings. You move and look up at him and he smirks. 

“I want to use your fingers.” you whisper and he clears his throat. ”Please,” you slightly pout your lips. 

“Let me just-

“So when is the wedding?” one of his friends says pulling you both out of your bubble and you flush seeing his friends watching you both with smiles. 

“Hopefully by the end of the week.” Aegon smiles squeezing your side. 

“Aegon,” you roll your eyes lightheartedly. 

“You’re right. Why wait? We should get married now.” he nods and you smirk up at him. One of his friends clears their throat dramatically and rises pulling your attention to him. 

“It would be my honor,” he bows ridiculously deep. “To be the high septon for you both tonight.” Aegon looks up at him with a toothy grin. 

“And I, the witness.” the blonde stands. 

“Shall you be our flower girl then?” you nod your head at his remaining friend and they laugh. 

“Yes, yes,” Aegon giggles, nodding his head and you turn to him at the sound seeing his face light up. “Then it’s settled. Get to it. Tell us when our ceremony is ready.” you watch as his friends jump to their feet and start moving things around. 

“I didn’t plan on getting married tonight.” you look at Aegon who is already watching you. 

“Oh Gods.” he buries his head in his hands. “You’re getting cold feet?” he looks up at you as you try to hide your smile. 

“I’d say tepid.” he groans and leans back until he’s laying on the ground. 

“You wound me, my betrothed.” he pulls you down onto his chest. He brings your lips to his and you scoot further up to press yourself against him. His hands find your ass and dig into it pulling a gasp from your mouth. 

“This seems like coercion, my Prince.” you mumble against his lips. He chuckles, bringing one of his hands up to your hair and bringing you back down to his lips. 

“Now, now, no fucking until its official.” his friends let out small giggles and you begin to untangle. “Come all to witness the Prince marry the one he has claimed.” you both chuckle seeing his friends gather closer to the fire. 

Aegon helps you up and leads you over to his friends and they begin to move you both around. You walk with one of his friends to the end of the gravel walkway and wait until Aegon is next to the false septon. Aegon whispers to his friend with a smile and he pulls back and looks at him with scrunched brows. You hear a loud exhale and watch as he winces before he starts to talk again. 

“I’ll now have you all turn your attention to Aegon's chosen whore.” you cover your mouth as you begin to laugh. Aegon watches you with a smile and holds his hand out towards you. His friend next to you tosses grass around while you walk up to Aegon. 

“Your chosen whore?” you look up at him with a grin. 

“Let the Gods look down and bear witness to this union. Bless them with many orgasms and drinks. Many sleepless nights and hungover mornings. Gods if you can hear this please bless this woman’s cunt from how thoroughly the Prince is going to fuck it tonight.” you can’t stop your snort of laughter and Aegon pulls you closer. “With the Gods as my witness I now announce you man and wife.” Aegon's lips smash to yours as he lifts you into his arms. 

“Pick a ring.” he holds up his hand to you. “Just for now. I’ll get you one tomorrow.” he mumbles against your lips. You grab the ring closest to you and slip it on your hand and he slowly sets you back down. 

“I don’t have a ring for you.” you look up at him. 

“Let me have your small clothes.” he sinks to the ground. 

“Aegon.” you softly scold. He smirks as you flush above him. He disappears under your skirts and starts to pull your small clothes down. He places a soft kiss on your slit before pulling them down to your ankles and having you step out. 

“Thank you.” he wraps them around his wrist and his friends cheer and laugh watching the exchange. Aegon grabs your hand and tugs you away from the fire and spins you around the open field. You look and see his friends leaving the both of you and going back to drinking. You rest your head against his chest as he sways you under the moon. “What if I’m the one who begs for a true betrothal in the morning?” he mumbles, holding you closer so you can’t look up at his flushed face. 

“Aegon.” you chuckle hearing his heart's rapid beating. 

“Let me court you at least.” his hands squeeze your waist. “Please.” he presses his forehead against yours, finally taking in your eyes. 

“Why do you want to court me?” you roll your eyes. 

“Cause you’re my chosen whore and you laugh with my friends.” you raise your brows. 

“Wow Aegon. I didn’t know your expectations were so high.” he hears your laugh but it doesn’t have the same ring to it. 

“I didn’t mean it like that.” he stops swaying with you to really look at you. “I just- I don’t know, I think you're perfect and funny. You’re so beautiful. You like Sunfyre and want to race with us. You don’t think I’m some pig.” he rambles before seeing the grin form on your face. “Fuck,” he groans shutting his eyes. “I don’t know what to say without sounding stupid.” he looks down when you lean your head against his chest once more. 

“I think your stupidity is endearing.” you smile as he holds you closer. 

“Then let me court you so you can be around my stupidity more often.” he starts to regain some of his confidence. “You’ll be closer to my cock too.” you pull back to look up at him with a smile. “I can arrange it so your chambers are next to mine.” he nods. 

“I don’t even know if I like your cock yet.” you purse your lips. “What if it’s tiny? What if you don’t fuck me the way I want?” you watch his eyes light with amusement. 

“Then let’s go back to the Keep.” he starts tugging you in the direction of Sunfyre.

“Why?” you chew your lip with a smile, almost jogging to keep up with his pace. 

“So we can find out if you like my cock or not.” he turns to take in your red cheeks. “And it’s our wedding night.” he pulls your hand to his mouth as we start to pass his friends. 

“Enjoy bedding your wife.” one of his friends calls out and the rest of them laugh. 

“I’m sure the rest of the Keep will enjoy hearing it.” another calls out and he laughs helping you climb back up Sunfyre. 

Aegon helps you sit and smiles at your soft whine when your bare center meats the cold leather. He scoots you up and you whimper his name as his hands trail up your thighs. Sunfyre lifts you both into the sky and begins the journey to King's Landing. Aegon wraps the reins around the handles and brings his hands to you. His hand slips beneath your skirts and you push back into him. 

“Does that feel good, my wife?” he smiles feeling your body start to tremble. “Do you like the way my fingers feel when they play with your wet cunny?” he circles his fingers around your bud faster. 

“Oh Gods, husband.” you whine rocking against his hand. “Yes,” your soft whimpers have him turning your head and capturing your lips. You gasp into his mouth as he moves faster. 

“Gonna come again for me?” you nod your head as your legs start to shake. Your lidded eyes slide up to his as your pleasure washes through you. You wrap your hand around his wrist as he keeps swirling his fingers. “Need a break already?” he chuckles as you jerk against his hand. He pulls his hand out and leans you back against him. 

“Thank you.” you squirm as he presses his lips against your neck. 

“Once I get you in bed there will be no more breaks.” he bites down softly, smiling at your whimper. 

As Sunfyre circles the city you look at the streets still filled with people. Aegon watches your face light up and has Sunfyre soar over the city once more before landing at the pits. As you slide down into the cave you turn as Aegon starts to remove his riding gear. When he’s left in his tunic and trousers he walks over to you grabbing your hand. 

“Shall we go home?” he presses his lips to his ring on your hand. 

“Yes,” you nod looking up at him. “Let’s see if your cock is to my liking.” you hum and he starts tugging you down the stone halls. As you exit the dragon pits you look down upon the city at your feet. Aegon watches as a smile forms on your face and pushes away his desire, ready to parade you through the city and show you anything you want. 

“Do you want to walk back?” he watches you chew your lip in thought but your desire outweighs everything.

“Take me to bed now and show me the city later.” he’s pulling you to the carriage his guard is standing in front of and whisks you inside. When the door snaps shut he pulls you onto his lap and presses your lips together. “I’ve been dying to ride another dragon.” he groans as you start to pull at his trousers. 

“I’m not fucking you for the first time in this wooden box.” he grabs your wrist chuckling as you pout. He pulls you back down to his lips, letting you grind against him. You let out small whines as you feel his cock press into your bare center. He sighs in relief as the carriage comes to a stop and he pulls you off of him. As you step out into the night air he chuckles as you crane your neck up at the Keep. 

“Don’t laugh at me.” you squeeze his side. “I haven’t been here in years. My parents don’t come to court often.” you purse your lips. 

“I’ll show you everything later.” he pulls you in through the main doors and you trail after him looking around at the art on the walls. He leads you through the dim halls and up the stairs before he comes to a stop in front of a set of double doors. 

“Are these our chambers, husband?” he has you sealed inside before he responds and you take in his thoroughly lived in chambers. “You’re a little messy.” you nibble your lip trying to hide your smirk. 

“I don’t usually have anyone in my chambers.” he scrunches his brows. 

“Then where do you take your pleasure, Aegon?” you walk over to him and he blushes wondering how you got the upper hand at this moment. 

“Brothels and pleasure houses.” he mumbles looking down at you. 

“Will you take me to one?” his eyes widen at your request. “Not tonight.” you chuckle patting his chest. “Maybe when you sneak me out of my chambers that will be next to yours? We can see and try new things together.” Aegon's mind goes blank at your words. 

“Yes.” he nods his head quickly. “Gods yes. Please marry me.” you laugh and he’s pulling you to his chest and quickly starts to unlace your dress. He pulls it down your shoulders and leaves it discarded on the floor and stands back to look at you. “Gods I’m thankful that man never made you come.” he walks over to you letting his fingertips coast over your skin. 

“Why?” your voice shaky as you tremble under his touch. 

“Cause you left him for me.” he says with a smirk. “And I get to show you what real pleasure is.” you pull at his tunic as he starts to press his lips to your neck. He starts to kiss down your chest to your breasts while his fingers tease the underside of them. 

“Aegon,” you whine as his tongue glides across your nipple. 

“I’m sure he never offered these the proper attention either.” he circles the hard peak before blowing on it. He smiles watching you clench your legs before he sucks your nipple back into his mouth. When your fingers travel to his hair and softly tug is when he brings his hand between your thighs. He teasingly trails one finger down your slit and your fingers tighten in his hair. 

“Please,” your soft plea goes straight to his cock as he licks over to your other nipple. 

“I didn’t know whores begged.” he chuckles and you pull his hair tightly. 

“Maybe I should’ve picked a rider who could be quiet.” you purse your lips looking down at him and his hand lands on your ass. 

“No one else could ever make you feel as good as I can.” he bites teasingly next to your nipple before he backs you up to the bed. “Has anyone ever licked your sweet little cunny?” he lays you back watching a flush spread across your chest as you shake your head. “Can I?” you nod quickly and he kneels on the floor and slowly spreads your legs pressing his lips to the insides of your thighs. 

“Mm,” a soft moan falls from your lips and you watch him lick the sides of your slit. When his tongue pushes into your core your eyes fall shut. His tongue is slow and deliberate as he listens to how you react to each swipe and flick. Each small jerk of your hips spurs him on to keep showering you with pleasure. You arch off the bed when his tongue circles your bud and pulls you flush against his mouth fully devouring you.

“Aegon,” you gasp as your hand flies to his hair. “Oh Gods,” you rock against his mouth as his tongue lashes against you. Every noise that comes from you goes straight to Aegon's cock and makes him move his tongue faster. Your stomach tightens and you hold his face against you feeling your high quickly approaching. “Please, yes,” you cry out as your thighs slam around his head. Aegon moans into you, licking at you as you shutter above him. 

“Did you like that?” his tone teasing as he lifts up from you with a wet chin, licking his lips. 

“Yes,” you nod, still trying to catch your breath. You watch as he stands and starts to pull off his tunic and trousers. Your eyes travel to his cock and your legs spread a little wider.

“Is my cock big enough for you?” he fists himself watching you squirm up his bed as he walks towards you. “Do you think your little cunny will hug it nicely?” he taunts as he crawls over you on the bed lifting and scooting you up towards his pillows. He leans down and presses his lips to yours as his tip slides between your slit. “Does that feel good?” he chuckles watching you squirm as he slowly rocks his hips.

“Please Aegon,” you whine arching up into him. 

“What do you want?” he presses his lips against your neck. 

“Fuck me. Please,” you feel his cock twitch between your legs. “Aegon, please,” he lines himself up and slowly starts to push into you. “Yes.” the softest plea he’s heard comes from you as he rolls his hips. He repeats his actions a little faster to hear your noises. 

“You feel so good.” he groans as you wrap your legs around him. 

“Harder.” you hear his low chuckle before he snaps his hips into yours. He starts a harsh pace and pulls back to watch your pleasure take over your body. When his thumb brushes against your bud it takes you so unexpectedly that you pulse around him. “Aegon.” you cry out holding him tightly. “I’m-I, please,” your pleasure continues to wash through you as his pumps slow. 

“You did so good.” he hums, rocking into you once more. You peel your eyes open and look up at him as he presses into you slowly. “Taking me so well.” a small whine comes from you at his words. “Hugging my cock so tightly.” he presses his forehead against yours. 

“More.” the word barely audible. You jerk your hips up and he smirks, hammering back into you once more. “Thank you,” your small gasps start to come out more high pitched as he snaps into you. “Please,” your body goes taut as waves of pleasure wash through you. 

“Fuck,” Aegon groans, burying his head in your neck as he spills his pleasure into you. You pull his lips down to yours while you both softly rock into each other. He pulls back and watches your face scrunch with pleasure as he keeps rolling his hips into you. “So?” he looks down at you. 

“Hm?” you raise an eyebrow. “Aegon,” you whimper as his hips continue to push into you. 

“You said our marriage depended on my cock. How’d I do?” you blink up at him as you still feel every inch of him buried in you as he chuckles. “Tell me.” he presses his lips to your neck.

“You fucked me so good,” you breathe out and he smiles hearing your soft gasps. “Fuck me again just so I know you can do that more than once.” you smirk as he lifts up and looks down at you with a raised brow. He pulls out of you and flips you over quickly. 

“Oh my sweet wife,” he chuckles, lifting your hips. “That was only the beginning.” he watches you fist the sheets as he slams into you. He leans over you slowly snapping his hips into you listening to your moans. “How does this feel? Hm?” he whispers in your ear as he keeps pushing into you. 

“Aegon,” he chuckles, hearing his name slurred on your tongue. He slows his thrusts and you whine rocking your hips back. 

“I asked how it was, not who was fucking you so thoroughly.” he smiles feeling you squeeze around him tightly. “Tell me.” he snaps into you once before slowly grinding you into the bed. 

“Please,” you arch your ass up into him and gasp when his hand lands on your ass. 

“My little wife, if you don’t answer my question properly I won’t let you come again.” he smiles hearing the frustrated whimper come from you. 

“Feels so good, Aeg.” you pant. “So fucking good. Please, husband.” he kisses your shoulder before lifting up and pounding into you. You whine as his fingers dig into your hips and you feel your high building. 

“I feel you squeezing me so tightly.” he chuckles, moving his hands to dig into the soft flesh of your ass. “Is your little cunny wanting me to fill it again?” he watches your elbows give out as you slide against his sheets with every thrust. He listens to your soft pleas and whines and the second you pulse around him he’s filling you. “I’m never letting you go.” he groans, pulling out of you. 

“I want to do that again.” you pant, turning your head to him as he collapses next to you. 

“I’m nowhere near done for the night.” he turns to you with a lazy grin. 

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Why you should care for Season 5.

When Tot announced that Season 5 would be Wakfu's true finale, I saw some fans expressing that a fifth season was unnecessary and that it seemed like a way to profit more from the series.

While it may be true from a financial perspective and given that it was previously stated that the fourth season was intended to be the conclusion, it’s always possible for Tot to change his mind if he receives support and attention from new partners and regional funding. He did mention at one point that he initially wanted Wakfu to be a trilogy, and yet he eventually made a fourth season.

Some people might overlook the fact that a fifth season could resolve several lingering storylines. The World of Twelve is expansive and filled with numerous conflicts and mysteries among its characters. A fifth season with 26 episodes could be just what we need to address these unresolved issues. Additionally, it's been quite a while since we had a season with 26 episodes. The last time we experienced this was in 2011 when season 2 concluded.

And speaking of unfinished business, it seems like based on the teaser we have received today by the Ankama team, Count Harebourg will be our antagonist of the season! For those who haven't watched it yet, here's a link to it that brings you on Ankama's official insta 👇

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Based on the teaser, several hints suggest that Harebourg will be the antagonist of the new season. The fact that he is in Waven assigning missions, along with the wording from the teaser video that indicate his return, both clues point towards this conclusion. Additionally, the ice-themed visuals of the teaser and the mention of Harebourg’s name in the eleventh chapter of the Great Wave further support this idea. So it is completely safe to say that Harebourg will be our antagonist for the finale and will pose a far greater threat than he did in the first episode of the OVAs released in 2014.

The fifth season will likely explain how Harebourg survived Oropo's bomb and how he came back to the World of Twelve. We will also most likely get to learn how Frigost's situation has been growing worse without him and how he will react to it once he'll reunite with his people.

And most importantly, we may get to see the Eliacube again. This artifact had completely been forgotten by the Brotherhood despite how it had played a significant role in their lives (but especially to Yugo and Adamai). I say this because when we take a look at the Season 5 kickstarter's information, we can see that the cover for the kickstarter has the Eliacube featured on it.

Adamai had only been capable of retrieving the six dofus eliatropes in Season 4 because he was capable of sensing their energies. He wasn't, however, able to get the Eliacube because it doesn't come from eliatrope origins. Because we're now seeing the Eliacube make a sudden comeback, it's very possible that Harebourg may have been the one to have found it first before anyone else. This would explain why the Eliacube is even presented so clearly to begin with.

(Speaking of the kickstarter, if you don't know already, it will launch on February 12th and has many great rewards depending on the amount you may decide to contribute. You can find the kickstarter here 👇)

You can even find some more clues in the kickstarter cover that suggest Harebourg will be involved. For example, there's a feather that could reference the time Echo gave everyone feathers to bring them into the Inglorium, except for Harebourg. Additionally, the cover features a destroyed piece of architecture that Oropo used to create a portal to reach the realm of the gods.

Also fun fact: at the time, I didn't believe that Harebourg could have died, so I came up with a theory about how he might have escaped unnoticed (and then only recently wrote it all down). Now that he’s actually returning, I find myself believing my theory even more! If you're interested, you can check it out right here.

So here you go! If you're unsure whether Season 5 is worth it, then I hope that my reasons will make you consider seeing it.

Please keep in mind that it's perfectly okay to feel that the fifth season may not be as enjoyable as the others. If you've already made up your mind about this final season, then at least you know what to expect! However, for those who are still uncertain, I hope my reasons encourage you to keep an open mind and consider giving the season a chance.

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Y/N's Song

This is part 2 of the story Tears To Shead. Sally's Song by Amy Lee TW: Violence, unrequited love, heartbreak, self injury (reader uses her banshee powers against herself), the executions

Years have flown by since you unleashed chaos upon Hell with your Banshee powers, manipulated by Alastor's manipulation. Deep down, you always knew he would disappear the moment he had the chance. While you led infernal wars, he stirred up trouble on Earth. But fate has a twisted sense of humor—Alastor eventually fell too, joining you in the depths of Hell.

Alastor, as if born of this realm, wielded powers that matched the most formidable beings in Hell. Meanwhile, you rose in prominence, becoming the trusted right hand of Lilith and Lucifer. You were their go-to strategist, granted the privilege to navigate the rings of Hell alongside them. Your wardrobe transformed from stark silver and blue to a vibrant tapestry of colors, a whimsical patchwork dress that reflected your new status.

When you heard about Alastor’s demise, you held onto the hope that you’d never see him again. The thought of facing him and revisiting old heartaches was unbearable. Yet, cruelly, fate had other plans. Alastor reentered your life, and a tentative friendship began to blossom amid the chaos of Hell. You, now a key advisor, and he, a resurrected overlord, bonded as you both tried to prove your worth to the community.

Years of solitude turned into years filled with laughter and camaraderie. Alastor found a new place in your heart, a place you were too scared to acknowledge for fear of rejection. You had watched him turn away so many suitors, and the thought of being another disappointment paralyzed you.

As Alastor climbed the ranks, a madness began to envelop him—a stark reminder of the man you first met. You could sense the darkness creeping in, the spark of insanity igniting his ambition. While you earned respect as a natural leader, especially as Lilith grew more despondent, Alastor’s descent into chaos deepened.

In a manic frenzy, he confided in you his grand designs to overthrow Lucifer and Lilith. He envisioned himself as the ruler of Hell, and his laughter echoed with a madness that sent chills down your spine. You recognized that look all too well—the harbinger of an overlord's inevitable fall.

You begged him to reconsider, to take a step back. But your words fell on deaf ears; he saw your concern as a hindrance. As tensions escalated toward a catastrophic clash, you knew that with his shadows and your Banshee wail, Hell would tremble under the weight of your conflict.

New sorrow washed over you. It became painfully clear that you and Alastor were not meant to be. No matter how hard you tried to carve out a future together, his relentless thirst for power overshadowed any chance for love or companionship.

Yet, your feelings for him lingered—a bittersweet ache as you watched him chase his destructive ambitions. You remained a quiet observer, mourning the man he once was while he sought supremacy over Lucifer. Each step he took toward ambition felt like a dagger to your heart, a silent lament echoing in your soul.

As you followed his trail of devastation, you sang a haunting melody that intertwined with your grief: “I sense there’s something in the wind that feels like tragedy’s at hand, and though I’d like to stand by him, I can’t shake this feeling that I have.” Your skin, once vibrant with color, dulled to an ashen gray, reflecting the weight of your sorrow.

When Alastor launched his assault on Lucifer’s castle, you felt a painful tug in your chest. With a single strike, Lucifer thwarted him, sending Alastor reeling back into the shadows. You reached out in vain, your heart breaking as he slipped away, determined to seize power once more. “The worst is just around the bend, and does he notice my feelings for him? And will he see how much he means to me?” The words echoed in your mind as despair consumed you.

In a desperate attempt to reach Alastor, you invited him back into your home, hoping that a touch of care might spark some reason in him. You prepared a feast, doting on him as you once had, trying to recall the warmth of your past camaraderie. “Try as I may, it doesn’t last. Will we ever end up together?” you wondered aloud, offering him a boon: if he would only cease his relentless quest for power, you would provide him with this nurturing life every day.

But instead of gratitude, you faced his fury—not at your affection, but at your opposition to his ambitions fueled him. He scoffed at your bold request and, with a bitter laugh, stormed out, leaving you feeling empty. As he departed, you sensed your essence fading, your song slipping further into despair.

The arrival of the executioners filled you with a chilling dread. Like Lucifer’s family, you found a semblance of safety within your walls, but your heart ached with worry for Alastor. Once the chaos settled, his anguished cries echoed in the distance—yet again thwarted by Lucifer, even amid the brutal executions. “No, I think not, it’s never to become…” you murmured, reaching out for him in vain.

When Alastor finally turned to you, the pain etched on his face cut deep, and he simply looked away. Each rejection felt like a dagger to your soul. As your powers surged within you, the weight of your sorrow transformed you. In that moment, you felt like a mere doll, your essence stripped away, a haunting reflection of love turned to anguish.

“For I am not the one…” you whispered, the truth settling heavily in your heart. You realized you would never be what Alastor truly needed. As the years rolled on, this reality became clearer: no matter how fiercely you cared, he would always seek something beyond your grasp. Seven years passed, and once again, he was lost to the very ambitions that had consumed him.