#Xander's Refuge

[zichqec]

Do you want to hang out with a tired old man in a cave? Of course you do!!!

Made during the month of August, Xander's Refuge is a ghost made with the prompt "a ghost of an ancient deity that always seems tired, and is looking for a safe place to hide". He's a very straightforward ghost, but he has about 100 random dialogues to entertain you.

Besides this, he also makes for a good idle companion! Even between dialogues, he will sometimes change poses so that he's not sitting still all the time. This includes an idle smoking animation! He'll do this even if you turn his dialogues completely off.

And that's it, that's the ghost! As I said, extremely straightforward. But, I hope you will enjoy him nonetheless! There is a fair bit of content here, and my main focus was keeping the scope super small so I could make it all as polished as possible.

Download him from my website here!

(By the way, I overhauled my website and moved URLs! It's not totally finished yet, but you should browse around the indexes. I have many ghosts and related things available!)

Don't know what a ghost is / how to install this? Read up here!

Also, if you want to read more about this particular ghost and how he works, check out his page on the Ukagaka Dream Team Wiki!

[zichqecs-hoard]

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa thank youuuuuuuuuuuuu 🥺🙏 thank you for playing with my ghosts and drawing fanart of them fksjhfsdf

(Xander's Refuge is mine and Quiet conversation over tea is a collab ghost that I was part of)

ghost fanart batch :D i ended up just being silly and drawing my ocs with ghosts that interact with the user :3c

PLEASE PLAY WITH GHOSTS THEY'RE AWESOME!!

quiet conversation over tea is sooo cozy to have out and learning abt the user's friends and circle is so fun !! it kinda ties into reconnecting with an old friend in the way that you're learning abt them... tiffany u r so cool <33

death smells like cinnamon cookies is cool in the way that you're hanging out with a friend who has... a REALLY cool job, from our mundane perspective, but in universe it's all very casual... please just download it and see it for yourself its pretty :3c zdzisiu mentioned that liam is trying to ask the user out and i went "OH THATS SO CUTE" so i drew ittt :3

xander's refuge is SO COOL 💥💥 like ok. i love god characters who talk to you all casual cuz its SO INTERESTING. user is hanging out in a cave with him away from the world and he's just talking abt the mythology of the world and his thoughts go download it NOW 💥💥💥

[itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland]

A Vampire's Heart Pt. 1: Running Away (Spike x reader)

Summary: A runaway priestess hides from her coven in Sunnydale. She seeks refuge in the care of Buffy and her gang. Choosing to stay on her own, Spike takes an interest in her. His head is swirling with feelings, and he can't stop making a fool of himself. How will his feelings be received?

TW: None

Requested: Nope. Just my new multi chapter fic.

Word count: 1.2k

Masterlist | Chapt 2

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Fall weather took ahold of the environment. The small town rejoiced in the cooler weather. The time was right for spooky happenings and autumn joy. The sun set with much glee to welcome the moon into the sky.

You find yourself running, fast paced, down the street. You were no longer who you were a couple of days ago. You had built a new life in Sunnydale but it always felt like someone was around the corner waiting for you. You see The Magic Shop in the distance. You’re quick to take shelter.

As you enter several heads turn to take you in

 You’re self-conscious. You scan the small group for your friend. 

“Y/n! You made it!” A voice nearby chimes in.

Your attention is redirected to the red head that stands up and reaches for a hug. You’re quick to reciprocate. 

“Willow! It’s been so long.”

“I’m glad you could make it. Let me introduce you to the gang.”

She proceeds to name each person sitting around the table. You notice that a blonde man emerges from the back of the room. Vampire. You instantly knew. You waited to see the others’ reaction. No one moved. You were shocked and on edge. Willow doesn’t introduce the blonde man. 

“So, who’s that?” You ask about him.

Willow turns to acknowledge him. “Oh, that’s just Spike. He’s not important.”

You grimace at their nonchalant demeanor towards the vampire.

Spike nearly misses the hint of apprehension towards him as he is engulfed in your presence. Everything from the lush of your hair to the shine in your eyes. You were a beauty to behold, and he be damned if he didn’t get a chance to hold you. .

“Anyway, guys, this is y/n, she’s a witch.” Willow announces. 

You turn to her in surprise. How could she be so cavalier in announcing you like that? You turn to the crowd in fear of their reaction. No one makes a move. No one reacts. 

“Another one, eh?” Spike speaks.

The rest of the gang simply shrugs at the admission of your skills. You’re confused and on edge. You decide to turn the attention away from you.  

You embolden yourself, “Why is there a vampire here?”

Everyone turns to look at Spike and then back at you.

“He’s harmless.” Buffy says. 

“Yeah, you know, neutered.” Xander explains. 

You’re still confused. A harmless vampire? 

“He has a chip in his head that stops him from acting in evil ways. No more of the teeth and blood.” Willow chimes in.

You turn back to perceive the blonde. A vampire that can’t be a vampire. What an odd thing to encounter. 

“So, are you here to help Willow with her magic?” Giles asks. 

“Um, more like seeking refuge. I was a high priestess of a coven and somethings went awry and I had to leave.” You answer.

“You’re a wanted criminal.” Anya says matter of fact. 

“Not quite. Some of the coven members are quite disgruntled with me for leaving. I wouldn’t put it past them to seek me out.”

Everyone nods in understanding. 

“We don’t play babysitter. If you stay you have to pull your weight.” Buffy says.

“What does that mean?” You look confused.

“Oh! Buffy is the slayer. We help out. I guess that means you too. If you wanted to, that is.” Willow adds on.

You ponder on it for a bit. “I’m not looking to be taken care of. I just need to lay low until things cool of. I’m not interested in being part of your groupies.” You bite back.

Buffy makes up her mind about you and decides she’s not a fan. Spike smiles at your sass. 

“So… what now?” Willow awkwardly asks. 

“I’m thankful for the introduction to the group. I’ll just stick to myself for now. You know where I live, Willow. If you need anything come find me.” You wave to everyone and exit the Magic Shop. 

You were dismayed at the group’s energy. You were actually looking for some asylum but you knew you wouldn’t it find it with them. Being a full-time vampire and demon hunter did not seem like your thing. Your goal was to use as less magic as possible to avoid detection. You were back to the drawing board on this one. 

As you walk down the street you feel someone following you. You wonder if it’s the members of your coven. How could’ve they have found you this quickly? You turn around to face whoever was on your trail. You catch a glimpse of blonde hair and black clothing dipping into an alleyway. 

“Spike?” You call to him. 

He reluctantly comes out, a smile on his face. 

“Hello, pet” 

“Don’t call me that. What do you want, vampire?”

“Vampire? How informal.

Spike slinks by closer to you. He walks around you, taking you in, taunting you. You feel irritated by his presence and closeness. He smells of cigarettes and dirt. 

“What a pretty thing you are” he stops right in front of you making eye contact. 

You make a face, turn around and start walking away from him. He follows you and keeps up the pace with you. You halt suddenly and turn to him. 

“Is this the plan? To stalk me?” You asked irritated. 

He smiles, “maybe.” 

“Vampire, leave me alone before I stake you.”

“Do you have the guts to do so?” He leans close. 

As you lean away from him, he steps close to you. You decide to stand your ground. You lift your head up to him in defiance. He drinks you in. What a sight to see, he thinks.

“Well?” You egg him on.

At that point in time Spike becomes shy. He didn’t have a plan on how he was going to ask you out. He went with his gut and now he is face to face with you and nothing to say. He didn’t know how he was going to get a date with you let alone a kiss. He stammers. Clears his throat. He searches for the right words. Why was he being such an idiot?

“Thought so.” You snark back and turn to walk away from him.

Spike stands there bereft and stupid. What just happened? He has never had a problem professing his interest or love to women. Why did he fail this time? He keeps pondering what he could’ve done differently. Maybe be less impulsive? No, that was his style. Fast and brash. He continued to think of what went wrong until he looks up to see you are gone. He panics. He needs to know where you live, maybe even try to redeem himself. He jogs down the street until he sees you take a turn. He decides that, for tonight, he will give you space. He bombed once, he doesn’t want to do it again. He is more careful as he follows you to your house.

You can tell that Spike is still tailing you. You already made a fool of him. Why doesn’t he leave you alone? You hurry to get into your house. You’re upset that he now knows where you live, but you take solace in knowing he can’t come in without an invitation.

Spike sees you enter your home. He memorizes the house number. He identifies places where he can hide and observe you from a  distance. He feels like a fool in love but he can’t help himself. There was something alluring about you. Something that beckoned him to know more. To want more. And by god, he was going to have it even if it killed him.

[abellalu]

Adventures on a Foreign Planet | Chapter 1

Summary: After narrowly escaping Thanos, Loki is given a chance for a new life. The Avengers allow Loki to live in New Asgard with his brother, Thor. However, The Avengers are not quick to put their trust into Loki. SHIELD Director Nick Fury recruits an Agent who was once said to be one of the most promising SHIELD Agents, to follow Loki and ensure that he has no plans to harm Earth. Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader A/N: Hello! This is a new series I've been working on and I'm excited to finally be publishing it. This is just the first chapter, so I hope you stick around to see the full story. [ Masterlist | AO3 ]

Every Asgardian knew the stories of the land that was now supposed to be their home. Many celebrations that were full of food and wine also included the Allfather Odin reminding them of the battle in a small village on Midgard called Tønsberg. The audience would shiver, their shoulders tense as Odin described the land being frozen over by the Frost Giants and their malicious leader, King Laufey; the monsters with blood red eyes and physiques that tower over Asgardians.

The story was always told the same way, with Odin leading the Asgardian army into battle without fear. The War eventually ended in the Frost Giants own realm Jotunheim. But the Midgardian village that eventually grew into a city was still remembered as years later, Odin would ask for the Asgardian worshippers to protect the Tesseract.

At the end of the story, Odin would yell “Asgard will always prevail,” and the crowds would cheer as loud as they could and some would chant the phrase before filling their drinks once more.

Now, their home that they had for centuries was gone. The prophesized apocalypse, Ragnarok, had happened. The Asgardians had needed refuge and their new King Valkyrie, with the advice from the formerly Crown Prince Thor, decided the city from their stories could be their new home. The Asgardians knew there would be no grand celebrations for a long time. 

However, most Asgardians were simply grateful to have a chance to continue their lives. Hela’s takeover of Asgard caused many lives to be lost. But their challenges were not over yet, as Thanos had come for the Tesseract. 

Thanos originally went for another infinity stone on a planet called Xander. But decided against it as rumors his daughters Gamora and Nebula knew of his plans stopped him. Little did he know that his daughters and their friends knew of his new plan to go after the Tesseract. The Guardians of the Galaxy, as they referred to themselves as, followed him. With the help of the Nova Corp and some Ravagers, they were able to fight Thanos. The new legend says Nebula performed the final attack, killing The Mad Titan.   

Not every Asgardian survived the Thanos attack. Most were able to escape quickly in a smaller ship with Valkyrie and Korg. Some decided to stay behind and fight. To ensure Asgard had a future. 

Everyday since the Asgardians arrived on Midgard three months ago and renamed the city of Tønsberg to New Asgard, the younger prince of Asgard wondered if it would be the day he was sent to a different realm or was executed. 

Loki's last visit to Midgard resulted in a strange wizard putting him in a strange portal where he fell for thirty minutes while Thor was told to take Loki from Earth. Thor easily agreed that his brother was a threat to Earth. The Battle of New York was far from forgotten.

But, now Thor was telling anyone who would listen that Loki had changed and was a hero for the Asgardians. The Avengers did not trust this supposed change of heart and decided to lock up Loki in the Avengers Compound until they decided what they would do with him. Loki did not put up a fight. What was the point?

Thor attempted to make his brother's living situation as comfortable as possible, requesting that he was not put in a cell but rather an apartment like the ones the other Avengers lived in; Tony Stark's AI FRIDAY, ensuring tight security. 

During the months living in the compound, Loki was questioned on a regular basis, mostly by the Avengers but occasionally by military and government officials. But ultimately, everyone agreed that it was up to the Avengers to make the final decision. 

“Why are you here Loki? Planning another massacre in an attempt to be some King? I wanna know what tricks you got up your sleeve this time cause the mind stuff was really impressive but you don’t seem like the person to enjoy repeating tricks?” asked Clint Barton, a man Loki remembers well. He was always one of the harshest interviewers and for understandable reasons. 

The two men are sitting across from each other at a table in Loki’s temporary apartment. Unlike the others, Loki has not been able to add any personal touches. The walls are plain and all the tabletops bare. 

“I do not plan on conquering. My return to your planet is simply because it is where my brother and our people are,” Loki responds. He sounded casual and almost bored, as if this was a phrase he repeated many times. 

Most of his life, Asgard gave him no attention except when he was causing tricks on them. Why would they when they could instead idolize Thor, the golden prince. Now he is constantly trying to convince others that he is a part of Asgard. That he is wanted by the Asgardians. Loki knew it was a lie, but the silvertongue always knew how to lie. 

“Your people? The people who did not want you to become their king so you decided it would be fun to destroy Earth,” Clint almost laughs.

“Fun is not how I would describe my past experience here.” 

The dark haired God never once broke eye contact with Clint as he said “There is much you don’t know about how that attack came to be. I was not the main person who lost that day.” 

Clint leaned back in his chair, sighing. The details given by Loki about his side of the Battle of New York always felt incomplete. He needed to hold back. The truth of those events and what he experienced because of that Mad Titan is something the Avengers didn’t need to know about.

Knowing it was a lost cause, Clint decided to move on. 

“New Asgard is starting to settle down. People are getting used to the situation, more homes are being built. They are starting work and the children are taking lessons again,” Clint offers.

“So I’ve heard.” 

“You helped Asgardians escape Ragnarok, " he leaned against the table, "You think you could create a new life?”

Loki only nodded.

Mission Assignment Update: Report to Nick Fury at Base 018

You groan as you put your phone back on the nightstand. It was only 6am, but of course the bastard Fury didn’t care that you only got to your apartment past midnight after finishing your latest mission.

It wasn’t an exciting one. There was a rumor that a “dangerous group” in New Jersey was developing technology that could hack anyone including Tony Stark himself. 

And of course like always it was nothing. Just a group of grad students who got pretentious about some of the programs were developing and exaggerated the truth to some of their friends.

Yet, SHIELD still never wanted to take any risks so you were the ever so lucky agent that had to investigate then write a riveting report about how it was nothing.

The notification didn’t include a meeting time, meaning that Fury wants you to be there as soon as possible and no matter what time you arrive, he will complain about you being late. 

Your eyelids still feel heavy as you will yourself to get out of bed. As you slowly gain consciousness you wonder why you even have to go to Fury for your mission assignment. Most of the time you are messaged the directions of the missions and complete it all on your own. 

Eventually you manage to get dressed and run out of your apartment to head to the SHIELD base. It wasn’t a very big one, though most of the facilities weren’t anymore. SHIELD didn’t have much now after the Hydra infiltration. Many resources were gone and so were many agents. 

This base was hidden in plain sight. It was just another skyscraper in New York full of many businesses that each rented a couple floors. As far as the other workers in the building knew, “Secure and Shield Surveillance” was a small technology company that possibly made security cameras or computer protection software. 

No one ever really cared enough to investigate further.

You enter the building and take the elevator to the 8th floor. When the doors open and there you are greeted by the hostile stare of the secretary, Bernadette who has half-moon glasses and dresses as though she is working in the 1950s. Her gray hair is in its usual tight updo that never allows any piece of hair to move from its assigned position. 

“Well look who decided to grace us with her presence today.” 

Bernadette had been a part of SHIELD longer than anyone else (you didn’t know how long because no one would ever risk asking her age). You sometimes wondered if she was always a secretary or if her past jobs were more like yours. 

All you did know was Bernadette believed that SHIELD would be best run if everyone obeyed orders and that she hated you because you always did the exact opposite.

You roll your eyes and respond, “Always nice seeing you too. If I knew you missed me so much I would have visited more often.” 

“How generous.” Bernadette returns to her work, attempting to ignore you still being in the room. 

“I know, when I die I’ll be treated like a saint,” you smile to yourself, knowing that you probably annoyed her enough that she will be irritated for the rest of the day. 

She continues to type on her computer, attempting to maintain a bored face, but you are still pleased because you can see the slight furrow in her brow and her frown deepen. “Director Fury is waiting in his office. A reminder on basic manners dear, don’t leave your boss waiting.”

“Didn’t plan on it Bernadette, I’m always polite.” You are already walking down the hall when you respond, while you attempt to hold your small laugh.

As you enter the office, you see Fury but there was another figure with him. Steve Rogers. You’ve met before many times albeit the encounters were usually very short. 

He has been involved with SHIELD for many years and after the infiltration was revealed, it was he who heavily promoted the idea of reforming SHIELD in hopes of maintaining its legacy. However, he was still most committed to the Avengers and most SHIELD operations were handled by others. 

But now the two men are standing around Fury’s desk, staring at you while you still stand in the doorway. 

“Director, Captain, I hope you plan on explaining to me why we are all here.” 

Fury steps forward towards you, his arms crossed, “Agent, I assumed you would know from the dispatch that we need to talk about your new mission.” 

“Yes, message that provided no details except to meet you here which we both know is irregular. We both don’t have time for this and I assume your other guest, who was not even mentioned on my invitation, doesn’t either.” 

Steve looks apologetic as he says “I apologize that I caught you off guard, that wasn’t my intention.” 

“It was absolutely my intention. Why are you complaining so much? I thought you loved surprises and it's really a shame we don’t see each other more often,” Fury interrupts.

You force yourself to laugh, “Not my fault you didn’t wanna go on a coffee date with me,” you close the door behind you, fully entering Fury’s office “Captain, are you willing to finally tell me about this mission?”

Steve sighs and sits down in the chair beside the desk, “As you know Thor has brought the Asgardians here to Earth, they’ve been rebuilding their home in Norway.” 

You nod. Asgard’s destruction and refuge wasn’t unknown. You heard about some missions of agents being sent to deliver resources and technology to the Asgardians, in an attempt to help them adapt to their new lifestyle. 

But doesn’t explain why Fury and Steve, themselves need to personally explain your mission to you.

Steve continues, “Thor also brought some of his companions with him,” he pauses, “Including his brother Loki.”

You feel your heart drop to your stomach and breaths stop. 

Loki is back on Earth? It has been years since the attack on New York, but no one has forgotten it. At one moment you are sparring with your fellow SHIELD trainees, placing bets on who was going to get assigned a real mission first, then in the next moment it doesn’t matter. SHIELDs Helicarrier was attacked and the perpetrator had escaped.

Everything you learn about their menacing leader was after the attack. SHIELD was able to collect some footage of the tall dark god. The footage was blurry, but yet you can still see the God enjoying himself. The attack was no accident. 

“You let Loki back on Earth? The Asgardians have been on Earth for months, are you trying to tell me you’ve allowed him to be here the whole time. What the fu-”

“Our reasons for allowing him to be here are complicated, Agent. Please try to stay quiet and listen.” Fury starts sounding more and more exhausted, whether by you or the entire situation is debatable. 

Steve looks at Fury then back at you, “When we saw Loki had arrived with Thor, we immediately put him in custody. Thor was upset with this decision and tried to explain to us that- well he believes his brother is good now.”

Thor believes his brother is good?

Fury explains, “Loki apparently did some hero shit when they were escaping Asgard and now Thor believes that his little dream of fighting alongside his brother is possible.” 

The story they are telling you feels like a dream. Or maybe this is a nightmare. It is too unbelievable to be real.

“Do you believe that? This is ridiculous-”

You are interrupted again by Fury “What did I say about you saying quiet and listening. We haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.” 

“We decided to investigate Thor’s claims about his brother. We needed to decide what to do with Loki and we finally came to a conclusion,” Steve stares at me “Loki is moving to New Asgard.” 

Steve continues, “New Asgard is where Thor is and maybe eventually after a while, he might even help the Avengers out. This is a dangerous move we know, but it’s one we believe in,” he pauses. “I believe we can give him a second chance.” 

Steve Rogers, or Captain America as the world knew he always wanted to do the right thing. To believe there is still good in the world even if it felt like it was all following apart. 

And somehow he could even see good in Loki.

You are lost in your thoughts when Fury's voice sneaks into your head. “This is where you come in, Agent.” 

Your head whips around to stare at Fury, your mouth slightly agape. During this meeting, you had become so distracted by this absurd story that you forgot the original reason for you being here.  

"Thor promises to keep an eye on his brother, but we want to be safe," Steve said, "Fury recommended you for the job.” 

You stare at Fury. He was always a calculated man 

"Why did you choose me for this mission?"

"Loki annoys the hell out of me and so do you,” Fury shugs. 

“Ha, very funny,” you say completely expressionless. 

This whole situation was ridiculous. 

But, maybe it was time for a challenge. For years now, every mission you’ve received always felt the same and never truly needed a SHIELD agent to handle it. 

“So, you’re telling me my new mission is to babysit a God?” They both nod cautiously. You pause, making sure you have made up your mind, “So when do I start?”

[alystrin03]

A Murder of Misfits - Alecto

As the sweet @pixiedurango said a few days ago, we have started a collection called "A murder of misfits", were our fledglings-soon-to-be-Rook Xander (@ezriell), Nyx (@nyx-de-riva), Micah (@only-slightly-terrified), Cara (@pixiedurango) and my little anger demon Alecto are going to share some space and training together!

Sooo here's what I wrote about Alecto getting to the house. It will be uploaded to ao3, too!

Some simpathy and some taste

Another fucking locked door. Sure enough, one of Viago's favorite pastimes was making them have to learn how to pick locks whether they wanted to or not, and that meant giving them keys that didn't open the doors they should. Alecto could investigate all the entrances and exits of the house for a while to try to find out what that fucking key would open, but she didn't have the time or, above all, the inclination.

Did Viago want her to be creative? She was going to be, of that he could be sure. Alecto made a very slight movement with her hand, freezing the metal that was blocking her entrance, and tried to break it with a kick, but all she managed to do was hurt herself.

“Okay, that was a shitty idea. Try something else.”

She thought for a few moments, struggling to come up with some revelation, but nothing was coming to mind. She frowned and wrinkled her nose, in a gesture that would make any Viago impersonator pale. Suddenly an idea came to her, one that made her smile and tilt her head.

“Well, no one said it was the lock that had to give way.”

The wood seemed solid, but nothing she couldn't deal with. She pulled out the orb and dagger to reinforce the power of her spell, causing the door to burst into pieces in a matter of seconds.

Alecto let out a chuckle and stepped calmly across the threshold, dodging the smoking splinters. She would repair the door, but that was a problem for a later time. At the moment there were two more pressing matters to attend to: first, satisfying her growling stomach, which had been begging for food for hours. And then, a good nap.

As always, she was traveling fairly light. She didn't have too many clothes (not that she paid much attention to them), and apart from one or two books, she didn't really need much. Besides, if there was anything she had forgotten, she could buy it at the market, fortunately that house was nearby. Not only that: Alecto was pleased to see that they wouldn't have to walk too far to the Flooded District either, which meant cheap beer if she wasn't too fussy about the bar where it was served. She threw the sack with her belongings in a corner and walked to where she thought the kitchen would be. Fuck, the cupboards were practically empty. Alecto cursed Viago: the idea of several fledglings occupying the same space outside the headquarters had a pass, but killing her with starvation? That she wasn't going to forgive him.

Alecto let out a grunt of pure frustration and pulled some coins out of the bag. There were a couple of food stalls not too far away: she could buy something while the rest of her companions arrived and then they would decide what they needed. Who would they be? Viago hadn't wanted to say a word to her. She only hoped, for his own sake, that it wasn't one of the assholes she'd had to teach the hard way that it wasn't a good idea to mess with her.

She headed to the upper floor, where the rooms were located, and left the rest of her things there. Hopping down the stairs two at a time, she walked back across what was left of the doorway, on the hunt for something to satisfy her battered stomach.

A good while later, with an insultingly large cone filled with cheese cubes and a matching beer, Alecto returned to that dilapidated house, which had surely served as a refuge for countless generations of Crows before them.

Alecto was quite short, even for her age, which made her appear even younger than she was. Her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders, something she was particularly proud of, spending hours untangling and braiding it until it was completely to her liking. More than once, they had praised her eyes too: brown, with certain purple streaks, but it was something she didn't pay too much attention to, they seemed too vulgar to her. On the other hand, it was useful: some out-of-place feature would make them notice her more, and if she was good at anything, it was at going under the radar. All her life she had been trained in stealth and infiltration, and Alecto was proud to be one of the best in that field. She was pretty good at magic, even if she didn't excel at it, and Viago's training had helped her get by decently when it came to poisons and potions.

“You need to learn what teamwork is” Viago had told her, barely letting her speak "You're too fond of doing whatever you want. Besides, I don't want you to get used to being surrounded by the same people, strong bonds only create weakness"

And that's why she was there, in that little house too modest even for recruits, waiting for someone to deign to keep her company.

Alecto twisted her face as she approached the battered door: the wood had not been left as she had previously left it. Someone had arrived in her absence. Friend or foe? That remained to be seen.

She slipped through the opening in complete silence, moving with dexterity and feline agility, trying to discover the mysterious visitor. Alecto couldn't see anyone, but knew perfectly well that she wasn't alone. Fuck. She decided in a moment that she'd better get out of doubt before someone got hurt.

“I know you're in there, no need to act interesting”

An elf with long black hair, appeared straight out of the shadows, surprising the young Crow that she hadn't seen him. At the very least, he was as good as she was. So much the better. Alecto relaxed her position: he was another of the De Riva fledglings. He looked at her in a gloomy, almost contemptuous way, trying to figure out who had just arrived. To her he looked vaguely familiar, even if they hadn't had much of a relationship at the Common House. The elf fixed his violet eyes on hers.

“Alecto De Riva, if I'm not mistaken?” Wow, he did know who she was. That piqued her interest, at least her first new companion was intelligent. "I'm Nyx. I was just seeing what's around here, though it looks like some jerk blew the door to pieces and it's going to have to be fixed."

She shrugged and let out a chuckle, offering him some of the food she had with her. Nyx looked at her suspiciously at first, but took a piece of cheese once she saw Alecto pop a couple of cubes into her mouth without thinking.

"Meeeeh" she said, shrugging "I wasn't really looking forward to getting down to investigating the locks"

Nyx looked at her, frowning "I hope you're a little smarter than you look at first glance. Now it's going to be up to us to sort this stupid shit out"

In other circumstances she would have been offended, but she was in too good a mood to take those words the wrong way. Alecto swung her shoulders forward a little and walked over to him.

“Leave it to me, little one,” she touched his nose directly with her index finger, something the elf seemed to find annoying.

Alecto paid him not the slightest heed, and once she had finished eating, she bent down on the floor, searching for the larger pieces of wood and placing them on a plank she plucked from the back of one of the shelves, much to her companion's despair.

When she gathered enough she concentrated, intertwining the magical stream with her fingers and piecing the fragments together as best she could, until they formed a more or less solid surface, though somewhat smaller in size than she had previously.

“Well,” she sighed, tired from the effort. "Now all that's left now is to put the lock and hinges back on, though I have to rest a bit before I gather enough mana to do something decent"

Nyx twisted his face, exasperated. “Get out of the way” With astounding ease, he managed to put the remaining pieces together, making for a fairly decent repair. Between the two of them they lifted the makeshift door and set it in place. It wasn't perfect, but it would do the trick.

"See how everything has a solution? No need to be so grumpy, Viago already takes care of that" Nyx couldn't suppress a half smile remembering their instructor, with a slight chuckle "The rooms are upstairs, if you want to leave your stuff. I've put my bag in one at random, but I really don't care where I sleep at all."

After a quick look around, they both decided it would be best to wait for the rest of their teammates before distributing spaces and tasks, so Nyx set his backpack down next to hers and they went back downstairs to continue waiting.

Alecto sat stretching her legs out on the armrest of the couch. One of her worst qualities (according to Viago) was her absolute inability to behave properly, but he wasn't there to scold her and besides, Nyx didn't seem to mind.

“Who else do you think is coming?” He asked her. He seemed wary of those who would accompany them in this new situation, but it was something Alecto could understand. There's nothing worse than having to share space with a complete asshole.

“I have no idea” she stretched her neck back, letting the long hair fall “I hope it's someone handsome, though.”

The young Crow expected a scathing response, but Nyx let out a chuckle "That would be great. You wouldn't stand a chance though."

He was joking (or so Alecto wanted to think), so she threw one of the cushions at him, which her new friend dodged without difficulty. ““I hope you're better with knives.”

“And I hope you're not challenging me, my little elf boy, you don't know how convincing I can be” she winked at him and leaned back even further, settling in to her liking “but that will be in a while. Now, if you'll excuse me, a good nap is all I need to be happy.”

[tied-ash]

DRDT x Hazbin Hotel - Xander & Min

I finally figured out what to do with Xander!

Okay- so in the AU, Xander and Min met up in Hell. Their reaction was awkward at first, but eventually, they finally warmed up to each other again.

After some time and exploration of Hell, the two found Charlie's Hazbin Hotel. The story takes place after the hotel was built, so it's the new and improved one.

Needless to say, Xander and Min had varying reactions to it.

Xander fully believes in redemption. Min does not. Min wants to hope that redemption is possible, but logically, she does not believe in it. Xander, on the other hand, believes in it with his whole heart, soul, and head.

This is where they decide to split up. Xander takes refuge in the hotel, making new friendships with the patrons.

Min, on the other hand, goes back to the main area, trying to live her life. And later, as you would see, she would become a semi-powerful overlord.

[freezerbnuuy]

Act 5:30- Two Months Later (Page 1)

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Glimmerbrook's part in the burgeoning revolution was comparatively quiet.

The witchfinders' assault was still mainly focused on Finchwick, Withernham and the surrounding villages, and as it had been for a long time, Glimmerbrook was still a quiet place where witches could lead fairly-comfortable lives, and whilst many witchfinders knew of it, their fear of the occult was sometimes bigger than their hatred of it. After all, in Finchwick and Withernham, there will always be people who support the witch-hunts - unlike Glimmerbrook, where you will be more likely to be killed in a haze of arcane fire quicker than you could burn any witch.

Whilst some people in Glimmerbrook felt guilty for not taking to the fight in Finchwick, many acknowledged that, realistically, they would have to defend the one safe place for witches and build community if they were to have a place where their own people could take refuge. Without Glimmerbrook, there was no chance whatsoever.

Kat and Ellie had settled back in at Tsuna's settlement, a nostalgic trip back to relative safety where the two of them first fell in love. Kat knew in the back of her mind that Finchwick would be without its healer, leaving only the Annorin mansion, Josiah and Henry's wife, the apothecary, in Willow Creek - but Kat did not want to end up a target of the witchfinders, nor did she want to lose the support of the people whose support she'd spent years trying to garner. She felt as if, because of her, everyone's hard work would come crashing down.

Kat never really got over what happened and what she did, but the women at the settlement did not judge her at all. Sethunya was a welcome addition to the settlement, allowing them to get around much easier to find food and alchemical and herbal ingredients...

…when she could be bothered, that was.

Sometimes, the local teenagers from the nearby school would visit Tsuna's settlement with her permission, lending a hand, sometimes borrowing books on magic, and often assisting Kat and Ellie with herbal matters. Whilst herbalism was not yet something taught at the school - only something occasionally brought up in Owen's classes - many of the students expressed an interest in learning about it. Others took interest learning she was a Mischief caster, with Matis mentioning there was a woman in his classes who practiced it and wanted to learn more, only she didn't know any other Mischief casters.

Matis did his best to practice movement in his cat form, trying to embody as best as he could the essence of a sleek and sneaky hunter, with perfect balance, that always lands on its feet…

…though Matis, as a human, often landed on his backside instead.

Xander and everyone else found themselves greatly missing Reynold, but life went on, as it always does. It seems the goats have made their peace with Xander, even if some of the sheep still take some issue with him...

Xander found himself surprised by Owen, expecting a much different person to the one who arrived at the settlement a few months ago. Whenever he had the energy, and whenever his condition wasn't affecting him too badly, Owen was helping out wherever he could around the settlement. To Xander's surprise, he even had something of a sense of humour on occasion.

It seemed that, even in this short time, Owen was slowly leaving his old life as a fanciful billionaire behind, and even seemed happier for it. Whilst he still missed his wife, children and house staff (as well as his bed, his bath, his luxuries, his robe, his silk bedsheets, his wife's cooking, his comfy sofa, and of course, his gryphon) he seemed to have taken to village life quite well and with little in the way of complaint. He no longer had such little time to himself that he had to skip meals, and was much healthier and more energetic as a result - at least as energetic as a man in his forties could be.

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In the midst of the snowfall, the couple sought refuge in a cozy café. While the wind howled outside, they shared a hot beverage that wafted the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

Each sip provided them with a sense of satisfaction, both from the warmth radiating from the cup and the company of each other.

"Isn't this just perfect?" Laslow smiled, cradling the mug in his hands.

"Absolutely," Xander replied, glancing out the fogged window. "It's like our own little haven in the storm."

Through the fogged window, they watched the snowstorm dance, grateful for the shared warmth that enveloped them, creating an intimate sanctuary amidst the cold.

[desensed]

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗

 ⸻  ᚠᚱᛟᛗ  ⸻  robert pattinson. cis man. he/him. ⸻  i saw xander romanov around the town, you know? the 37 years old that was driving from brooklyn, ny  when they saw the tree on the road. xander has been here for 1 year and i think they were a doctor before they got stuck in the town. with the way things are now, they are now struggling to maintain a sense of normalcy and  seek a way out without losing themselves or dying.  lets hope you at least survive the night. ⸻

GENERAL   INFORMATION.  ⸻

full   name   : xander romanov

nickname(s) : xan

age : 37 years old

gender   identity : cis man     

orientation : heterosexual    

place   of   birth : manhattan , new york     

date   of   birth : december 23 1986      

former   occupation : doctor

3   positive traits : kind , generous , forgiving  

3   negative traits  : apathetic , desensitized , perfectionist

moral alignment  : lawful neutral

faceclaim  : robert pattinson

TOWN   INFORMATION.  ⸻

current   residency : the town   

current   occupation : doctor

BIOGRAPHY.  ⸻

grew up in a strict household with controlling parents whose only interest was to mold their children into the perfect human being. the emotional well being of xander and his little sister were often times an after thought, if even that. learning to undo the affects of his parents emotional neglect has been a roller coaster ride for xander, though after finding himself without his family for the last year, it has become a little easier for him to understand his own feelings.

for the most part, he went along with whatever his parents asked him to do. he figured if he took the brunt of the work it would lessen the load that they would put upon his sister, though that idea turned out to be very untrue. at the very least, zelda and xander had one another, and they found refuge in their shared experiences together despite the big age gap that they have.

he excelled greatly in all of his academics, though lacked an obvious important factor in his life. xander has never had any close friends, or even someone he can call a best friend, for his entire life. he has shut off so much of his feelings to get through the harshness of his home life that he finds it difficult now to connect with people on a deeper level.

he's been living his life in a kind of blur through most of it, but now that he's here, he finally feels ' awake ' for the first time in a long time.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.  ⸻

sib connections, to die for obviously. loves his little sister very much and has been away from her for a long time, so if your muse is younger and a lil cutie he'll love 'em !

father / mother figure ? never had a loving parent so would probably melt at the first sign of affection, who knows !!!

people he might have known from school back in the day, or anyone who worked alongside / near him in any capacity.

patients, new and old ! formerly worked in the emergency ward so may have come across a plethora of ppl

first love ? hehe i love angst

TAKEN CONNECTIONS.  ⸻

little sister : zelda romanov @lichtundschattens

father / mother figure : augusto diaz & sierra ducharme

[smokycinnamonroll]

Oh hey i know this one! Why and how did i miss this post...

Anyways, to save variables you have to click first on the meatball menu in the upper righthand corner and then on Exit (illustrated for your convenience)

I think you may also have to go to settings to tell it to use a different folder for ghost storage, depending on your text editor, but other than that development should be more or less like it is on pc! I will note that even though i told it to open a different ghost on boot, it still boots the default one... not sure whats up with that.

For text editing i have vim set up (through termux) to let me edit files, but other code editors probably work just as well, as long as they can access the folder your ghost is in. (Art is really only a matter of moving the pictures you have to the right folder, so that's a lot easier haha)

The hamburger menu on the left side has the communicate box and 5 empty shortcut keys you can register, and if you press and hold (long press?) an area on the ghost there's a menu for mouse interactions, so... well there's not a point i had in mind with this paragraph, just letting you (general) know they exist? :P

(Something else is that it's ehhhhh possibly not compatible with more recent yaya versions, since i tried to get xander's refuge working and it uh. will Not display anything when i switch over. Haven't tested any other new ghosts though, so it may only be an issue w/ that specific ghost)

how to make a ghost...in android?

In theory, it is possible! Albeit in a limited form.

There is indeed an android baseware for ukagaka, called Ukagaka for Android. However, please note that this baseware is not fully compatible with many many ghosts. There are a lot of features in SSP that do not exist in Ukagaka for Android, and as of this writing the app was last updated in 2019. So, it may or may not be developed further.

However, you may have more luck if you're developing a ghost specifically for it, with all of its quirks in mind! If you can draw on your phone and write text files on your phone, then theoretically you can develop a ghost for this baseware entirely on your phone. The baseware is compatible with YAYA, so you should have no trouble using that as the coding language for your ghost.

I have personally used this app a few times, but I don't know that much about it. I know that I've had trouble with it not saving my progress in various ghosts, so unless you can figure out how to get that working, you may want to try making a style of ghost that isn't reliant on any sort of progression system (like a relationship system, etc.).

If you or anyone else learns more about this baseware and how to develop ghosts effectively for it, please do share! Although it may be more limited than SSP, having some simple ghosts available on android would be great, especially for folks that don't have a computer.

Good luck with it! If you need any help with the basics of developing a ghost, we can still help with that, so do get in touch!

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Refuge- Spike

Pairing: Spike x Reader

Characters: Spike, Xander Harris, Anya Jenkins, Rupert Giles, Buffy Summers, Willow Rosenberg

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 519

Author: Aaron

The room filled with the aroma of sage, rosemary and thyme as Buffy carried the plump and steaming ham into the small sanctuary that was Giles’ sitting room, Xander struggled to keep his eyes off the plate that was being carried, she sat it down at the table before standing with her hands on Giles’ shoulders.

“Well, it’s three o’clock and it looks like were finally going to have a normal… non-vampirey meal. Normally I would have been at my dad’s for Christmas but you guys are more family than he is so there is nowhere else I would, maybe we couldn’t all be here, but I’m grateful for the ones that are.”

Anya rested her hand on Xander’s as he and Willow shared a warm and loving smile, Giles looked backwards at Buffy and they too shared a smile that would normally be reserved for a father and daughter.

“So…” Xander gestured towards the bounty of food that sat in front of you all.

“Everyone tuck in I guess, I don’t know how good it’s going to be, just a few things I picked up from mom whilst I was at home.” Before she had even finished talking Xander had piled his plate high with a myriad of different foods and sauces, Willow was not far behind him a you, Giles, Anya and Buffy looked on in disbelief.

“What?” Willow sheepishly poured another heaped spoonful of seasoned peas onto her plate. Your hand reached across the table for the ladle connected to the bowl of carrots, unfortunately you were interrupted by the door very loudly swinging open and walloping against the old wall followed very closely by a hooded figure running in, shrouded in a stained and perforated tarp.

“Oh come on Spike… don’t make stake you on Christmas. Isn’t there some demonic ritual you’re trying out or some ancient, hellish creature you’re trying to summon? Can you not delay it a few days? At least let me get boxing day to myself…”

“Oh please.” Spike threw the tarp over the sofa, much to the displeasure of Giles. “Harmony has thrown me out and it’s a million fucking degrees outside. Have some Christmas spirit and just let me stay here for a bit. I won’t bite… promise.” You and the scooby gang looked at Spike with great suspicion. “Oh stop being so stuck up, I even brought you a present Buffy.” He threw a small and half-assed wrapped present at Buffy, who just about managed to catch it and open it, as soon as she saw the contents, a screech echoed from her lips and the box fell to the floor, a still beating heart rolled out onto the carpet.

“Oh come on… I’ve just hoovered the carpet and do you know how hard it is to get heart out?” Giles threw his arms out in frustration and annoyance.

“Sorry…” Spike replied, looking down at the floor in a very fake state of shame “I didn’t have time to get anything else, and it’s the thought that counts right now come on, let’s see some Christmas fucking cheer.”

[jakelandryshorts]

Playing the Coach

“How ya feelin’ there bud?”

Slowly Xander raised himself off the grass. He didn’t even realize that he’d passed out. He could barely even remember feeling tired. It’s just that everything suddenly went black and now he was staring up at Coach Halbrook.

“C’mon big guy,” Coach Halbrook extended his hand. Xander grabbed it. A bit of nausea was still rolling around in his stomach.  Somehow the world still felt like it was spinning.

It’s not like Xander wasn’t used to days like this. He’d been on the college football team for the last three years and high school had run him just as hard. But that’s what made it all the weirder. They hadn’t been running drills when he started to feel dizzy. He was over with Brandon and Jack talking. The more he thought about it the more he felt that dizziness double inside him. For some reason it didn’t feel like they were talking about football. Instead, it was something else.

“You good?” Coach Halbrook asked. His strong hand was still firmly on Xander’s shoulder as he held the other man up.

“I don’t know man…” Xander muttered. The sun felt so bright. He was having trouble opening his eyes and looking around.

“Understood,” Coach Halbrook said. His attention turned to the other guys on the team. “Alright boys you keep running drills! Coach Redding and I will be back in a few minutes. If I hear that any of you are slacking then all of you are going to be doing double time. Got it?”

“Yes sir!” the team chanted back to him.

Coach Halbrook smiled. “Good.” He had a good control over the team. Only being ten or so years older than them, he could still relate pretty well to them. More like an authority and a bit of a friend.

‘Was that right?’ Xander tried to think about it a bit more. Was Coach Halbrook only a generation older than him? His head started to hurt again. He gripped the other man for support.

“Easy there,” Coach Halbrook had complete control over the situation. That generation between him and the players didn’t stop him any as he could keep up with the best of them. His body seemed to ooze testosterone and strength. Not to mention his confidence or mental fortitude. Anyone could look at him and seek him for a place of refuge. He carried himself like a god who’d been around for generations, full of wisdom and strength. And a body that backed it up. Anyone would be jealous or lusting after it, if not both.

Coach Halbrook pulled out a water bottle and gave it to Xander. “How about now?” he asked. “Feeling better?”

Xander took a drink. “Ye-yeah,” he panted. He took another quick drink and then used the bottle as an ice pack on his head. “Don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s alright. That tends to happen,” Coach Halbrook said. He leaned his weight on the back of his desk while he spoke down to the other man.

“Not really. We weren’t even doing drills,” Xander said. However, he was surprised to hear the other man snicker at the comment. He looked up to see Coach Halbrook smiling wildly down at him. For a second he paused. That wasn’t a normal response. Especially from someone like Halbrook. “What?”

“Oh sorry,” a devilish smile seemed planted on Coach Halbrook’s face. “I just thought you might have noticed by now.”

“Noticed what?” Xander leaned forward. His attention locked onto Coach Halbrook. However, the coach nodded his head towards the right. Xander looked over to see a mirror. However, what was in the mirror didn’t make any sense. He recognized it as himself, but it looked nothing like him. Somehow the person in the mirror looked to be at least 15 years older version of himself.

Xander nearly tripped over his feet as he rushed over to the mirror. “This can’t be real…” he felt at his face that now had wrinkles forming in his skin. Wrinkles were starting to cover most of his face. But he was more concerned about the fat. The cut jaw that he was so proud of had softened greatly. He’d clearly tried to grow out a beard to hide it, but the weight was clearly there.

Not to mention the extra weight covering the rest of his body. He filled out the coach’s dark blue polo and khaki pants. Two thick meaty pecs pushed out in front of him, but an even larger belly pushed further than that. He’d clearly been trying to ignore just how tight his clothes were fitting, pretending that he wasn’t actually getting bigger or softer, but just how tightly they fit on his body. Everything looked like it was stretched against his bulk.

“What’s going on?” Xander turned back to Coach Halbrook. “What happened to me?” His hand ran through his thinning hair. He couldn’t believe how old he looked. Somehow, he even looked older than the other coach.

Coach Halbrook crossed his arms. The thick biceps bulged with power. Without any sleeves he somehow looked more intimidating. He was the only teacher there who could wear whatever he wanted because of his success on the field. “You pissed me off,” he said. It sounded absolute.

“I… I what?” Xander felt the confusion fill him again.

“You pissed me off,” Coach Halbrook repeated. “I’ve been 20 a couple of times now. I know how fun it is to do what you want or go play grab ass. But when start really messin with people who don’t want to be messed with, then I have to step in.”

“But…” Xander suddenly remembered his conversation before. It felt so long ago, even though it was only a few hours prior. He’d been making fun of the male cheerleaders and pretending to flirt with them to embarrass them later. “That’s… That’s just a joke.” He tried to defend himself. His mouth went dry, knowing full well that what he was trying to do should have gotten him fully expelled and embarrass the team.

“A joke!” Coach Halbrook faked a laugh. “Oh! Now that you say it again it’s so much funnier!” Xander tried to fake a laugh with him but the sheer awkwardness from how angry Coach’s was, made it hard. “Then how about you suck my dick?” Then dropped his shorts and underwear. “Cause it’s just so funny.”

Xander’s mouth hung open. No way a man could have a dick this big. It wasn’t even fully hard yet looked to run halfway down his leg. Yet it was nearly as thick as a beer bottle. How he could conceal something like that was beyond him. “W-what?” Xander felt his mouth go dry.

“Suck it. Suck my dick,” Coach Halbrook stated. His arms were firmly crossed against his massive chest. His dick throbbed as blood pumped into it, making point directly at Xander while also looking even larger. “As a joke. Right? Cause it’s so fucking funny.”

“N-no fucking way!” Xander shouted as he rushed across the room and grabbed Coach Halbrook by the shirt. “Change me back now!” Even if he didn’t understand how this happened, it was obvious the coach had something to do with it. The way he bragged meant he at least knew something.

With a simple shove, Xander was tossed back into a chair sitting across from the coach. “Wrong answer,” he said. A malicious smile crossed his face as he started to adjust something on his watch. “You know, being 50 wasn’t so bad. Kind of fun to actually watch people give me respect. But I was also going to be fine being 35 again too. But if you really insist on being a complete jackass then I might as well try being a student again. Hopefully Alex doesn’t mind too much,” the malicious smile turned into a bit more of a grin. “Who am I kidding? Of course he won’t. Afterall he was chasing after you too…”

Xander felt the same dizziness overtake him again. Luckily this time he was sitting as his body swayed back and forth. Years of his life were disappearing in an instant. His belly grew larger while his muscles softened. The hair on top of his head had almost completely disappeared while the rest was turning white. But worst of all, he felt weak.

In front of him it was the exact opposite for Coach Halbrook. Any signs of aging completely disappeared. His skin softened and muscles tightened up. Years of working out had given his muscles the ability to tear and grow, but they leaned out to something far more function. Yet he didn’t look any less strong. His wide shoulders and thin waist gave him a powerful build that any one would be envious of. The natural scruff along his chin turned into a well groom beard and the hair on top of his head grew long enough to stick out of his hat.

Buck Halbrook ran his fingers through his hair, almost mocking how full it was. “Guess I’ll need a haircut.” His attention turned back to the older man. “But we were doing something first, weren’t we?”

Xander felt his body go cold. “What did you…” he coughed trying to hold his attention. “Do to me?” He found himself biting his bottom lip. It was hard for him to think. Digging his nails into his hand helped, but just looking forward was making his cock throb with excitement. He couldn’t help it as he squirmed in his chair. The man in front of him oozed masculinity. Xander couldn’t help it. His body craved everything about the man in front of him. What made it worse was whenever he thought about the other college athletes in their football gear or in the locker room, it turned him on even more.

“Just made a few more adjustments,” Buck tapped at his watch. “Don’t worry too much about it. Now you’ll happily suck my dick.” His eyes narrowed. “Now do it.”

Without thinking Xander was down on his knees with his mouth open wide. His tongue licked up and down the massive rod. Despite never doing this before, he felt like everything was natural. But the more he thought about it the more memories started to flood in of different players over the years. Each of the college athletes had different needs but Xander was more than happy to comply.

He’d figured out all sorts of ways to please another man. Testing them out over and over on different men. And his efforts seemed to be fruitful as he felt Buck’s strong hand on the back of his head. It clenched tightly each time his dick throbbed. Xander had to get a bit of practice to open this wide, but the effort was worth it. He could feel the other man doing whatever he could to make the pleasure last. Each unintentional flex in his finger was another win.

Xander was getting into it more. His tongue and lips working together as he slid that massive rod into his mouth. His own hands were getting busy as well. Slowly working his own as he continued to please the other man.

“So good,” Buck moaned. His head flew back as his body thrust. He pulled out unintentionally spraying his load all over the older man’s face. “Aww shit coach,” he smirked as he saw the mess he’d made. “Didn’t mean to do that.”

However, Xander didn’t mind if anything he almost enjoyed it more. He felt a smile pierce his lips as he looked up at the other man. “It’s fine,” he said.

“Good to hear,” Buck said. “Better get cleaned up before you go out on the field though.”

“Right,” Xander nodded.

Buck gave his coach a pat on the back. “Alright. See you out there then.”

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[demifiendrsa]

NEO: The World Ends with You details Shinjuku Reapers, missions, mechanics, battle, and new pins

■ New Artwork of The Wicked Twisters

—Illustrated by Gen Kobayashi.

■ Shinjuku Reapers: Overseers of the Reapers’ Game

The Reapers manage the eponymous Game and give missions to its Players. The current Game is being run by a gang of Reapers who came to Shibuya roughly three years ago. Unlike the previous Game, this iteration requires Players to group up into teams to participate.

—Shiba and the rest of the Shinjuku Reapers left their home after it was destroyed three years ago, ultimately taking refuge in the neighboring city of Shibuya.

—Reapers native to the Shibuya area like Kariya and Uzuki have been tasked with monitoring the Players.

■ Characters: The Eccentric and Peculiar Shinjuku Reapers

Ayano (voiced by Erin Yvette in English, Ayane Sakura in Japanese)

“What an unpleasant surprise. Come to ingratiate us again with your ill-gotten intel?”

A Reaper managing the Reapers’ Game. One of the elite Reapers, Ayano is highly capable and implicitly trusted by her leader, Shiba. She is cold and ruthless toward others—except her fellow Reaper, Shoka, whom she dotes upon in a near obsessive manner.

Kubo (voiced by Xander Mobus in English, Taisuke Nakano in Japanese)

“So fight like your lives’re on the line– figuratively speakin’, seein’ as you’re already dead… Nyeheh!”

A Reaper managing the Reapers’ Game. His obligations extend to both the micro and macro levels, monitoring individual Players as well as determining the outcome in win-lose scenarios. Yet in spite of these duties, he spends quite a bit of time chatting with Rindo and the gang…

His words drip with condescension, causing many to dislike him. In fact, the only person to whom he shows any respect is his leader, Shiba.

Kaie (voiced by Josey Montana McCoy in English, Shouya Chiba in Japanese)

“…Sorry, I can’t offer any more readings right now :(“

One of the Reapers who runs a fortune-telling shop on Spain Hill while also managing the digital system behind the Game.

Expressionless and seemingly voiceless, he communicates exclusively via text. In messages, however, he’s extremely talkative, revealing a cheerful and caring side.

Hishima (voiced by James Austin Kerr in English, Shunsuke Takeuchi in Japanese)

“I’d be mortified if I were caught abiding by outdated protocol.”

One of the Reapers who rarely gets involved in the operation of the Game, claiming that his heart isn’t really in it. Despite his intellectual appearance, he reveals himself to be both sarcastic and stubborn when he opens his mouth.

Somewhat of an odd Reaper out, he’s a man of mystery: even his comrades can’t discern whether he has some sort of ulterior motive.

■ Reapers’ Game: Missions

Rindo and the gang will undertake a wide variety of missions throughout the Reapers’ Game. Their objectives will differ from day to day: sometimes they might be solving mysteries going on around town, while other times they might be facing off against Boss Noise, or even taking part in a turf war against other teams.

Put your psychic powers to use in completing these missions!

■ Game Mechanics: Mental Notes

Game progress and mission details are all recorded in Rindo’s Mental Notes. Give them a glance if you’re unsure of what to do next.

—Available side-quests and info on where to start them are also listed in the Mental Notes. Check them out between missions!

■ Game Mechanics: Social Network

The Social Network menu holds information on just about everyone Rindo meets. Fulfilling certain criteria for each character will unlock rewards, including helpful items and abilities that give Rindo and the gang a leg up in the Game. Which rewards you unlock is all up to you.

—The Social Network is like a relationship chart. As you progress through the story, new characters and connections will appear.

—Rewards are obtained in exchange for FP (Friendship Points), which are awarded as you progress through the story and complete side-quests.

■ Game Mechanics: Dive

Nagi uses a special psych, Dive, to enter into people’s minds. Use it to fight and exterminate the Noise within and bring the afflicted folks back to their senses.

—During Dive battles, your surroundings will be different from usual, and you may encounter Noise with special emotion-based powers.

—Dive on Normal difficulty or higher to gain rewards based on your battle results.

■ Battle Basics

Rindo and the gang can unleash all kinds of psychs depending on the pins they have equipped. Press the button corresponding to a given pin, and the character it’s equipped to will instantly perform an attack. Time your button presses to attack consecutively or all at once. String together combos or perform simultaneous attacks any which way you like!

—Minamimoto flings a Noise into the air, Nagi smacks it to the ground, Rindo pins it in place, and Fret moves in for a follow-up strike. Coordinate attacks like this with a well-timed tap of each character’s button.

—Find your perfect fit from a wide array of psychs, which can launch enemies into the air, knock them back, bind them, draw them in, attack swaths of them at once, and more!

■ Battle: Combos and Mashups

Increase the party’s Groove by coordinating the team’s attacks, then unleash a Mashup and inflict huge damage on the enemy.

If you hit an enemy under the right conditions, a circular Beatdrop gauge will appear. Striking while the gauge is shown will initiate a Beatdrop combo, and the Groove displayed at the top of the screen will increase.

—Fret’s attack causes the Beatdrop gauge to appear, and Minamimoto’s follow-up attack increases the Groove. Coordination between the team is key to keeping the Groove going!

—Later in the game, you’ll be able to increase the Groove even further by dropping the beat at just the right moment. If you carry out combos with perfect timing, you can quickly increase Groove and control the flow of the battle.

Once your Groove reaches 100% or more, you can unleash a Mashup—a super psych with impressive range and power—to erase your foes in one fell swoop!

As you progress through the game, the maximum Groove will increase to 300%, and you’ll be able to unleash team attacks that are even stronger than Mashups!

—Killer Remixes can only be used at 300% Groove, but they boast unrivalled power. Annihilate your enemies with rapid button presses!

—There are several different types of Mashups, and the skill you unleash will depend on the psychs you use in battle.

■ Pins

Sugar Beam

Allows the wearer to use Force Rounds, a ranged psych that shoots barrages of eight bullets, the last of which is a piercing shot.

Grin Reaper

Grants the psych Heavy Slugger, which uses massive fists to pummel the Noise. Hit the button repeatedly for high-speed punches!

Marvelous Crash

Contains the Meteor Strike psych. Hold down the button to summon a giant boulder, then release to slam it down on an enemy’s head!

NEO: The World Ends with You will launch for PlayStation 4 and Switch on July 27, 2021 worldwide, followed by PC via the Epic Games Store in Summer 2021.

[soulcluster-moved]

🎰 It I'm not too late? For Persona and Fire Emblem!

Send 🎰 for me to put our muses into a random list generator then post the first five as potential ships!

Peony & Frederick: Oh! This sounds like it’d be cute, cause Frederick Cannot relax and Peony is like, please have good dreams! Except...does he ever sleep...

Ryuji & Felix: Hmmm ahhh.... why do I feel like Ryuji would get on Felix’s every last nerve lol

Gerome & Dimitri: Now there’s a pairing I haven’t thought of. Gerome is in Golden Deer but I imagine they’d see each other at training quite a bit. Also, both carrying Trauma

Shiho & Kotone: ;a; oh...my heart. I’m not sure how they’d meet exactly (I assume an AU verse, what if Kotone was the ‘Joker’ character?) but regardless, I like it, this should happen

Seteth & Xander: huh! Not sure if you have a 3H verse for him, but even Seteth in Fateslandia as a dragon, taking refuge with Flayn somewhere ?? uhhh I don’t know but tbh the idea of them interacting does sound interesting!

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

Precious Time and Little Lies

Pairing: yandere Xander x reader

Description: Once, when he was a different man, you had loved him. But now, Xander was a manipulative, terrifying monster of his former self, one you had no qualms running away from when the time came. However, you doubted how much he adored you-- and the atrocities he would commit to getting you back by his side.

Rating: sfw

Word Count:

Content Warnings: general yandere behavior, emotional manipulations, mentions of blood

Notes: Another commission for the ever so lovely @modern-zervis-lovemail! In addition, a friends helped me beta this one too, so thank you to @khaenruin for helping me figure this hot mess out. Also would you believe me if I told you I was listening to Kakusei from Promare the entire 5ish hours in total it took me to write this? Because why would I lie about that...

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Today shouldn’t be a day spent on the battlefield. But fate had other plans for you, devious ones that wouldn’t be undone so easily. How long had you been running, escaping his grasp only to find yourself in the midst of his bloody desires? Xander may not be king of Nohr yet but defying still met certain death; or, it would have, had the crown prince of Nohr not held an unhealthy obsession for you…

In better times, kinder, gentler ones, you might have relished in his affection, may have even returned it and been something… more with him. But there was no going back on this choice. Not after you had seen the lengths he would go through for you… that he still continues to do. You can’t think about the lives tolling up in your wake because of him-- that’s just what he wants, for you to think this was all your fault, to break down and lean to him for support. To trap you in his grasp and cradle you there, coddling you and fooling you into thinking he wasn’t a monster with his sweet smiles… You wouldn’t fall for it any more.

Today was the Day of Devotion. You knew, he would be more motivated than ever to find you. You could hear his words now, feel them plaguing your very skull; how sweet it would be, to be reunited on the Day of Devotion. It was sickening. But you had to had to remain strong, Graciously, the Hoshidian’s had allowed you refuge in their country, even letting you travel with their army for a short amount of time to Cyrkensia, where you would hopefully be able to flee the continent altogether, right under Xander’s nose no less. Azura’s performance would be the perfect distraction for you. The fight that would inevitable follow was merely a bonus.

“I can’t thank you enough for allowing me to travel with you this far.” You turn to Corrin and Princess Sakura, as well as Prince Takumi, and bow your head. “I wish I could help you further, but even my mere presence here now is a danger to you all.” Corrin shakes his head, while Takumi just huffs.

“The information you provided is has been immensely helpful. It’s thanks to you we even know Xander will be here today. We can be prepared because of that.” Corrin offers you a small smile, which you return with one of your own.

“You’re absolutely sure they’ll be there?” Takumi isn’t as convinced. For the few days you’ve been here, he’s been on his tiptoes around you; you can’t blame him for his behavior, though.

“Positive. King Garon loves the shows here and…” You heave a sigh, shaking your head. “...had I still been by his side, this would have been the day Xander proposed.”

“Goodness, really?” Sakura gasped. “In front of all these people? How do you even know?” Her face is flush from the mere thought.

“It was the day he wanted to go public with it. We… were engaged far before that. He knew I couldn’t deny him in a front of a crowd of people who adored him…” You clenched your fist tightly.

“Xander…” Corrin looks troubled. Xander was his older brother, after all. The rejection of his younger brother, and now you, his beloved fiancee… Perhaps there was an explanation for his behavior but never an excuse. “I’m sorry this all happened to you _____, I can’t help but feel part of this is somehow my fault.”

“Corrin…” You sigh softly. “It’s no ones fault but Xander’s own. We made our choices, and though they were in opposition to him, they were ours to make.” You take his hand in yours, surprising him before you continue. “But if we fault in the paths we’ve taken, everyone, from the people in your army to Xander himself, will suffer for it. Stay strong.” With one last squeeze of his hand you drop it.

“...Right.” He nods, and you can see him steeling himself. “Today, we’ll end this…”

“The shows about to start, we should hurry.” Takumi sends a look to you over his shoulder, ushering his siblings closer.

“Stay safe everyone. I believe in you.” You send one more smile Corrin’s way before heading off on your own to the ports. If things went okay, they would be able to defeat Garon, and maybe even stop Xander…

You knew little about the world outside of Nohr, Hoshido, or even Nestra, but anything was better than the war that countries faced and the terror that followed you here. It wouldn’t be easy start anew in a foreign place… “You should catch a nice price though…” From your pocket, you produced a ring; casted in white gold, and gilded in the finest of amethyst, any woman would have been proud to where it on their finger. But these engagement ring would be a new start for you in a different way.

“…You kept it?” You gasp and snatch the ring close to yourself, surprised to find yourself cornered by none other than Xander himself.

“W-what? How did you…” Your words died on you tongue as he approached you. You were frozen in place, malleable to his touch as he carefully opened your hand and once more slipped the engagement ring on your right ring finger. His silence, and the lack of any signs on anger on his part made you apprehensive.

“Why did you have to leave me?” He held your shoulders, preventing your escape. His ruby gaze was inescapable, his apparent sorrow scalding.

“Why?” You frown, willing yourself not to fall for his tricks. “Look at you! You’ve become a puppet of your fathers will, Xander!” You wrench yourself free from his grasp, surprising yourself. “Once you were a kind prince, someone the people looked up to; someone who I looked up to.” You take a step but to distance yourself from him. “But you’re just as mad as him now. You’ve taken away my rights, treated me like a child, chased me down the realm and back, and for what? Will you drag me back to your side? Will you prove yourself the craven beast I know you to be?” You glared up at him now, trying your best to read his mood, to not be affected by the hurt you saw in his eyes. He had already done far worse to you.

“Who has fed you these lies, dearest?” Xander approaches you, finally acting on his desire, lies spilling forth from his lips as he stocked towards you. “Who has fed you this poison, that you are so freighted by me even my face before you has you trembling?” You hadn’t even noticed it before, but you were; your hands were shaking and the familiar feeling of adrenaline was beginning to course though your veins. Fight or flight was beginning to over take your mind as he merely got closer, spoke a little more softer to you. “Won’t you tell me who I need take care of?” He got close enough to caress your cheek with his gauntlet only for you to flinch away from his touch. He faltered, if only for a moment.

“You’re too blind to realize it was you yourself who led me to this. I would sooner forsake my homeland and take up arms with the Hoshidian’s than return to your side once more!” You tried to be fierce, to show Xander you weren’t afraid of him. “I won’t go with you.” He was frowning now, lurching forward and taking your arm in a gasp that wouldn’t easily be shaken off.

“Why don’t I take you to see the show? To see what happens to traitors.” His voice was even, his face turning dark as you tried to struggle. His grip was bruising, and you were willing to cause a scene.

“Corrin is your brother!” You argue. “Why are you willing to show lenience to me and not him?” You cry. His shock is enough for him to drop you. You pull back dramatically, gently rubbing the spot on your forearm where he caught you.

“You’ve yet to totally betray me.” His eyes linger on the ring you let him replace on your finger. You hold it protectively to your chest.

“That’s… this is different.” You huff, scowling at him. “There’s nothing left in me that cares for you as I once did.”

“Don’t be foolish.” You yelp, looking back to find Xander’s backed you up to the a large crate near the docks. “You just listened to the same lies those rotten Hoshidian’s fed to Corrin, didn’t you?” He shakes his head softly. “I won’t let them take you from me as well _____.”

“You’ve listened to nothing I’ve said!” You cry. “Xander, stop this! Actually listen to me for once in your life!” You beg him, hands finding place on his chest.

“You must be so confused… And scared…” He sighs, as if some great sorrow was just discovered, as if you really were as scared and confused as he claimed. He was clearly delusional, at least when it came to you and your thoughts and feeling; you really had to escape him now, lest you be stuck with this man who could not see you for what you were the rest of your life.

“I’m not confused! And the only thing I’m scared of is what you’re planning to do-- Xander, Xander stop!” He takes you by the arm, as any prince and gentleman should, and begins leading you over the performance hall. “Let me go!” Though you are loud and vigorous in your attempt to not be lead away from him, the grip he has on you is stronger than anything you could put up a fight against. There isn’t hardly anyone on the streets to see you struggle against him, everyone has gone to the hall to watch Azura preform… You know once you’re in there, it’s too late for you. People will recognize you, hanging off the princes arm. And if his siblings are there, they’ll only reinforce their brothers delusions…

“Everyone’s going to be delighted I found you once more, _____. Elise is even here with us… I dare say she missed you as much as me.” He laughed softly as he lead you inside, as if you weren’t fighting like a rabid animal to be free of his hold.

“...Elise?” You stopped your struggling at her name. You couldn’t let the young Princess know just how twisted and vile her dear older brother had become in your name… if she saw you…

“Xander! _____!” As if on cue, the young girl appeared before the two of you as you entered the building. Barely, you managed to catch her in a hug as she barreled towards you. “Ohh, I missed you so much! I was so scared for you.” She looked at you with big doe eyes, and your heart beat painfully at it. So, this is how he planned to keep you in line…

“Hey sweetheart…” You gently smoothed down her hair as she snuggled into you. “I’m sorry to have worried you, I just…” You pause, looking to Xander as he frowned softly.

“Xander said you didn’t love us anymore, is that true?” Her eyes were watering. You hushed her gently, moving to sit on your knees to better be at her level.

“I could never stop loving you, you know that.” You gave her a smile, a genuine one. Elise’s innocence was something to be protected… You couldn’t let her know the true nature of your relationship with Xander. “I just… had some business to attend to before our big day here, that’s all.” You sigh softly.

“Big day!” She gaps. “Are you two--” You hush her by placing your finger over her lips, and winking.

“It’s a surprise! Don’t ruin it for anyone!” You manage a smile for her.

“Come on you two.” Xander is smiling as well. He helps you to your feet and you can’t help the looming sense of dread that lingers in you as his hands leave you. “The show is nearly over now, and father is expecting us. We’ll get to announce the news after that.” With the joy only a young girl could bring, Elise bounds over to the stairs that lead to the balcony over viewing the stage. Once alone with you, he speaks again. “You even remembered what today was, didn’t you?” You hate how… in love with you he looks. It looks genuine; it brings up old feelings you would rather forget…

“The Day of Devotion.” You frown, looking away from him as you ascend the stairs.

“Today is the day we first say I love you to one another… Was it really two years ago?” He sighs softly and you falter for a moment.

“I said that to a man you no longer are.” He’s silent as the two of you finally make it to the terrace. Elise is there, as is King Garon. You’re greeted with the usual dismissal and nod he had given you in the past; you doubt he even noticed you absence. You look past him, to the crowd gathered on the boats and docks below. You note, its not yet Azura singing… She must not have preformed yet. You can’t see any familiar faces in the crowd, so perhaps Corrin’s army is more well hidden than you thought… Maybe, there was still a chance for you to escape.

“_____…” The songstress’s words are dying in your ears as you meet Xander’s gaze. It’s nothing but tender gazes and bygone feelings that twist around in your stomach. Oh, gods above, he’s kneeling-- Elise is gasping and even Garon has shifted his attention to the two of you, an unreadable look on his face. It’s nearly too much as your stomach turns and shifts inside you. “We’ve been through so much together-- I’ve proven to you I would do anything to keep you at my side. I’ve found you at the ends of our shores, and brought you back where you belong. Please, I can’t bare to be without you-- do me the honor of being my wife, and give me the privilege of being your husband.” He’s so serious. You know you can’t refuse him. Not here, not now. But still, words hesitate to leave your mouth.

“X-xander… I…” You stumble over your words, staring down at him as he gazes adoringly at you. Faintly, you can hear someone else has begun to sing. Their voice is familiar, and even the words they’re singing… Its not until you notice Garon in pain that you gasp. “Azura!” You drop Xander’s hands, much to his dismay, and turn to watch her. Her performance is breath taking and amazingly, its affecting Garon. He looks as if he’s about to burst or something, and things quickly devolve after that.

You can hardly keep up with it; someone is telling Xander the Hoshidian’s are here, Garon is quickly taken away to recover, and Xander is gearing up for battle as Corrin and his army show themselves. Xander, though it all, looks more than angered; you can see through his crimson eyes that this is something that cannot be forgiven.

“They dare ruin our moment?” Xander won’t even let you leave his side, hoisting you up on his horse to fight before you can think twice. “I think it’s high time I show them, and you, just what happens when you betray the kingdom of Nohr.”

“Xander wait! There are still innocent people here!” You beg, gripping on to his back as he rode into battle. “Please, let them escape! It’s not as it if Corrin knew what you had planned today! It’s not worth innocent lives to try and stop them.” You beg. “You have me now. I won’t leave, I promise. I’ll marry you if it means no one gets hurt here today.” Your desperate for Corrin and his army to make their mistake. A battle where they can get away is a battle they might be able to win in the future and that means a future where you might escape Xander.

“_____, dear, had you so easily forgotten what happened when you defy me?” He sighs softly, shaking his head. “These lives I take-- the blood I shed, its all on your hands as well. Perhaps, had you stayed by my side… we wouldn’t be here today.” You hide your face in his back as you feel warm blood quickly rush over you. He’s charging straight for Corrin and the other Hoshidian royals, you know. It’s all you can do to remove yourself from the situation and try not to internalize his words. Still, you can help but wonder… would things be like this had you stayed with him, so long ago? Would there really be no blood on your hands?