#blizzard you cant fool me

[junkfan69]

i might be stupid however junkrat and roadhog in overwatch 2 have right ear piercings and only right ones and what do right ear piercings mean? your gay meaning they are gay meaning blizzard confirmed roadrat thank you thank you i know im an amazing detective blizzard you small indie company you cannot hide these things from me 🗣️🗣️

my evidence:

[sigurdjarlson]

@shadowphoenixrider they looked back at the movie before it had Garona/Lothar and were like “oh shit that’s way too gay gotta through some Het romance in there real fast”

[snalsupremacy]

2022 events (complete!)

- Disclaimer: These are not all of the events that happened in 2022, just the ones I happen to come across.

-Circus band plays megalovania to the Pope -Tumbrl/IOS mega ban causes tumbrl to create a new language -Tumbrl has become too profitable, unlike CW who hasn't been profitable since 2006 -Italian senate zoom bombed with r34 of Tifa from Final Fantasy -Microsoft bought Activation Blizzard for 70 billion -10th Capybara long bath championship (this isnt much of an notable event but I just found out it exists and now so do you) -Netflix stocks plummet -TOTALLY SPIES REBOOT??? -Green M&M drama GUYS ITS NOT EVEN FEB CAN U CALL DOWN - GREEN M&M DRAMA WAS A DISTRACTION TO CHILD LABOR LAWSUIT??!? -Percy Jackson Disney+ series -Did the cryptoland thing happen this year?

-Maus school ban in Tennessee -The yassification of Pinocchio -Everybody is into Wordle -TikToker getting rejected by prestigious college? Scandalous! -Famous Brazilian podcaster publicly supports the foundation of a Nazi political party - Kirby car. Carby. - Palmeiras ainda não tem mundial :( -super bowl or whatever. Palmeiras was so close I could feel it. -Mitski's Laurell Hell on top 5 bill board??? -Incredibly I made it this far without even mentioning that Russia is trying to invade Ukraine -Petrópolis (RJ, Brazil) flods for the second time, killing hundreds -New yuri on ice official art in 2022, I don't even know what to say -Ukraine is getting evacuated -Kanye West insta breakdown -Arthur ends -Monster High reboot Draculaura's design slaps!! -Russia invades Ukraine -Texas anti-trans law now investigating trans kids' families for child abuse -ITS ME BOY IM THE PS5 SPEAKING TO YOU INSIDE YOUR BRAIN -Cheese belly weed cat started pokemon gen 9 or smth

-Live Slug reaction - THEY ADDED VIKTOR'S RING SHAKING PISSING CRYING -Florida's don't say gay bill - Disney supports don't say gay bill but Disney workers protest and now Disney doesn't -Parents mad at turning red for showing teenage girls periods, which they have, and twitter mad at them showing cringe drawings, which they also have -Purim and Patrick's Day coincidence which leads to a lot of drunks -DROP THE CAR BATTERY -Everybody watching the 8 hour victorius video (??) -Situation in Ukraine keeps getting worse - Gas price skyrocket now that countries is refusing to import russian gasoline -Jaiden animations comes out as aroace -Evergiven anniversary celebration by having the same ship cross the canal -US politician died? -WILL SMITH SLAPS THE SHIT OUT OF CHRIS ROCK ON THE OSCARS also many outfits slapped I am looking (respecfully) at zendaya and timothee chalamet

-Happy april fool's day! Tumbrl did a hole ass click-a-thon with bunch of crabs and even an small text rpg, cool! Also Brick head tumbrl sexymen?? -what happens in April 3rd??? Why is danny phantom everywhere??? Also grammys -R/Place becomes the first virtual active warzone between fandoms. fun! -Sonic 2 hell..... yes (also sonic 3? cant wait!) - LAPD sending in like 100 police men for literally 4 environmental scientists peacefully protesting -Namona re-newed by netflix me thinks - Scart finally gets his accorn as a goodbye to BlueSky studios - Elon Musk tries to buy twitter -Ramadan Easter Pessach combo -Rihanna's boyfrend arrested -Tumbrl blaze drops -MISHA COLLINS COMES OUT AS BISEXUAL -Johnny Depp and Amber Heard lawsuit -Netflix reveals that they lost like 200,00 + 700,00 (from russia) subscribers and expect to lose more -OMG IT WAS A MISUNDERSTANDING MISHA COMES OUT AS STR8 💀💀 -Elon Musk BUYS TWITTER - Oh yeah Morbius - James Corden leaves late late show lets goooo

- GOP draft leak of trying to overrule roe v wade drops while Met Gala is happening -Everyone into Dracula daily -Eurovision week! Veggies and Pussy will be for ever in my heart. - NEW MCR SONG NEW MCR SONG NEW MCR SONG NEW MCR SON -UK GETS SECOND PLACE??? WTF???? Ukraine wins, NOT LATVIA???? WTF???? - Finland joins NATO - holy shit. Avatar 2. its out, its finally out -Still not fully convinced but hxh might return?? -OH OH OH ITS NOT FAKE ITS NOT FAKE HXH WILL RETURN HOLY SHIT SHAKING AND CRYING RN HXH IS COMING BACK GAHSGSAJ -Happy 3rd anniversary to Promare, best t4t anime couple i will not elaborate -Texas elementary school shooting, 21 dead -Guy throws cake at mona lisa - BTS meets with Joe Biden at the White House??? -Pokemon V&S legendary drop

-Back by unpopular demand: morbius in theaters -Berserk is back -Gravity Falls 10 year anniversary! as a present we got the full we'll meet again song and SO MUCH shade from talks alex had about censorship issues -California ruled that in some situations bees can be considered fish so that it can be protected under the endangered species law -That AI machine that can generate images (DALL-E) -Internet Explorer shuts down -Pikachu man ad nightmare fuel - 3 NEW ATLA MOVIES COMING OUT LETS GO -Elon Musk getting sued or smth -Overruled Roe v Wade - Oslo shooting at LGBT club kills 2 and harms 21 more - Technoblade dies of cancer at 23

- Tributes to Technoblade continue such as other streamers and Minecraft itself - Shooting at 4th of July parade at Chicago, 6 dead - Boris Johnson +50-ish ministers resign in like 48 hours - Kazuki Takahashi, creator of Yu Gi Oh, found dead at a beach - Shinzo Abe, Japan's previous prime minister is assassinated during public speech -Argentinian Economy Minister resigns - Luis Echeverria, Mexican ex-president, dies at 100 - Elon Musk pulls out on Twitter deal and Twitter sues him for that -Georgia Guidestones destroyed - José Eduardo dos Santos, Angolan ex-president, dies at 79 - Sri Lanka's economy collapses, protester storm Gotabaya Rajapaksa's (President) house, as well as setting fire to Ranil Wickremesinghe's (PM) house - Finally good news! The James Webb telescope released some images and they are absolutely BEAUTIFUL! - Ivana Trump (Trump's ex wife) dies of yet unknown causes (Update: I think she fell off stairs?) - The Looney Tunes social media managers just confirmed Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck are a couple???? - Stray is a cat simulator is think? kinda like the goose thing back in like 2018? -Pink sauce that actually kills people -Start Trek actress nichelle nichols dies at 89

- Shakira may be going to prison for Tax Evasion???? - Jo Soares dies at 84 - One of Trump's houses gets raided by the FBI - Bridget from guilty gear confirmed trans! big w! - Serena Williams retires - Olivia Newton-John  dies at 73 - Fan fiction AO3 OTW tiffany election something along those lines idk i dont read - HBO Max Cartoon Network purge

-Florence Pugh arrives at venice film festival while the rest of the cast for Don't Worry Darling does a press interview (?) -Supernatural trending, 3 dead 11 injured - Chris Pine exposed for being and erotica writer and like 5 other things - Dan and Phil posted a video where multiple things are said but mainly notable female celebrity suggested a threesome which is just so funny - Reigen vs Sans finale of the ultimate tumbrl sexyman election interrupted by the death of Queen Elizabeth II - Sans wins bc of he does. Was there even a questions? How tf did reigen even get that high up?? -TRISHA PAYTAS GIVES BIRTH RIGHT AFTER THE QUEEN DIES - TOBY FOX WRITES REIGEN VS SANS FANFICTION WHAT IS GOING ON - Reigen istg he won babygirl awards, anime twink, sexiest anime girl, the nobel peace prize, Dilf, Milf, -Meghan Markle wears the exact same fit as Diana's for the funeral - Harry Styles may or may not spit in Chris Pine's face - SPAMTON SWEEPSTAKES! DONATE AND MAYBE YOU TOO CAN BE A [BIG SHOT] -Iranian police kills woman (Mahsa Amini) over not properly wearing compulsory hijab, causes street riots -New James Webb picture of Saturn! Those pics re-awakening my love for space - 50 twitch dramas one in a row for like 5 days i don't even have the energy to name them all - Huge drama chess involving alleged cheating via anal beads and playing naked to prove wrong what is going on - Brazilian presidential election is like trying to decide between drowning and being on fire - Adam Levine exposed not only for cheating but being catastrophically bad at flirting - Ghost Files! The ghoul boys are back! - Ned from Try Guys cheats on his wife and is consequently gets kicked out of the team - Tumbrl lifts porn ban

- Sacheen Littlefeather dies - Dream face reveal - Bolsonaro and Lula for 2nd term election - Velma canonically lesbian for new Scooby Doo movie - Smth ab She-Hulk I dont have the energy to understand - Mario movie traler release went just as expected: Jack Black sold it and Chris Pratt... is trying his best - SNL parodies the Try Guys video where they announce Ned's leaving by making fun of everyone but ned :/// -Robbie Coltrane (who plays Hagrid in the Harry Potter movies) dies - Minecraft Mob voting! -SNIFFER WINS WHOOO -AO3 reaches 10M works - Markiplier will start an OnlyFans if he beats Joe Rogan in podcasts - Climate activists throw tomatoe soup in Van Gogh's Sunflower - UK PM resigns in 45 days -Elon Musk buys twitter

-Kit Connor forced to come out as Bisexual - Ryan Reynalds joins tumblr on... -The 2 year anniversary of canon destiel - Dracula Daily ends - I think Tommyinnit os on Tumbrl? The poor soul - Chris Evans chosen by People's magazine as the sexiest man alive, good for him! - American midterm elections -Ash from Pokemon finally becomes the very best that no one ever was - Kevin Conroy, famous va for Batman, dies at 66 - Trump announces he will run for 2024 presidential election - Two missiles (allegedly) from Russia hit Polish borders and kills 2 civilians, may cause call for article 5 of NATO - SpaceX launches another rockets i think? - Shane reveals he's a raylo shipper - Pokemon scarlet and violet releases and surprised! Its full of bugs bc its rushes -Breaking news: Sonic frontiers does NOT suck, its not perfect but MAN that means so much to sonic fans - AO3 down - AO3 back up -Jason David Frank, the original green Power Ranger, dies at 49 -Gerar putting their whole he/they pussy into those concert outfits he's been trending for a week now! - I'm so glad more people are talking about Goncharov (1973) is gaining more popularity its literally my favorite mafia film - Colorado shooting at LGBTQ+ club, 5 dead, suspect had already sent bomb threats a year prior and has charges for kidnapping but no one thought that maybe a guy like that should not own a gun :D -The walking dead just ended but most importantly IT WAS RUNNING THIS ENTIRE TIME??? -ARGENTINA LOST TO SAUDI ARABIA LETS GO BRAZIL WE GOT A CHANCE WE GOT THIS VAI BRASIL 100% JESUS VAMO HEXA - VAI BRASIL VAI RICHARLISON FUCK NEYMAR 2 A 0 2 A 0 VAMO HEXA - Argentina won against Mexico i guess :/ - Martin Scorcese acknowledges Goncharov, ending this crazy week of blogging with a bang -Christine McVie, Singer/songwriter of Fleetwood Mac, dies at 79 -Argentina wins again 🙄

-Ye (Kanye West) ruining his career interview by interview - Smth important politically happened in the US Destiel is trending again -US basketball player released from Russian prison in exchange of arms dealer -BRAZIL SPEAK TO ME -Argentina won AGAIN👹 - Elon Musk booed off stage a comedy show - Markiplied drops the OnlyFans and so many people join the site literally broke - Warrior Nun cancelled -JOJOLANDS RELEASE DATE FEB 17TH CANT COME SOON ENOUGH FEB 17TH CANT COME SOON ENOUGH -Argentina wins the world cup :/// I mean better than frnace ig -Messi pic on insta with the trophy beats the egg in most liked image -IM NOT OK ASH AND PIKACHU ARE LEAVING POKEANIME OMG HE MET WITH BUTTERFREE HE'S SAYING GOODBYE TO HIS OLD PALS OMG NO ONE TALK TO ME -BARBIE MOVIE TRAILER YESSS -The Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery out on netflix, and it's good! also Blanc canonically gay and is dating hugh grant in the movies? - Greta Thunberg twet burned andrew tate so hard, he made a comeback video which revealed his location, leading to his arrest!! ANDREW TATE ARRESTED!! -Last OOTT of the year ToT -Pelé, greatest soccer player of all time, died at 82 -This is not nearly as big as anything else on this list but this is my list and I get to put out whatever I want. SZIN POSTED NEW HYBRID HEROES EPISODE WOOOOOOOOO -Former pope died -Bolsonaro escapes to US i bet he won't come back to Brazil -Oof! what a year! see you all in 2023!

[ao3feed-hijack]

Do You Think I'm Enough?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3bYNlGW

by Decramore

Jack Overland is probably the best-worst wizard ever. Sometimes, his magic is like a potent weapon, able bring about a winter's day in the middle of summer and call upon strong winds to take him anywhere. Most times, his magic is an uncontrollable blizzard, harming him and anyone near him. He's definitely nothing like Hiccup Haddock, the best performing student in their year, casting complex arcane spells as if they were nothing.

Though on different ends of a spectrum, their lives begin to crash down on each other when they're both forced to join The Tournament of Fools as partners. The tournament is a deadly competition, but the reward might prove to be worth it.

Words: 3112, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: How to Train Your Dragon (Movies), Rise of the Guardians (2012), Disney Princesses, Disney - All Media Types, Guardians of Childhood - William Joyce, The Princess and the Frog (2009), Tangled (2010), Frozen (Disney Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Rapunzel (Disney), Eugene Fitzherbert | Flynn Rider, Astrid Hofferson, Merida (Disney), Eric (Disney), Tiana (Disney), Naveen (Disney), Li Shang, Fa Mulan (Disney), Original Female Character(s), Tuffnut Thorston, Ruffnut Thorston, Snotlout Jorgenson, Fishlegs Ingerman, Toothiana (Guardians of Childhood), Nicholas St. North, E. Aster Bunnymund, Jamie Bennett (Rise of the Guardians), Sanderson Mansnoozie, Toothless (How to Train Your Dragon)

Relationships: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III & Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Eugene Fitzherbert | Flynn Rider/Rapunzel, Hans/Kristoff (Disney), Astrid Hofferson/Merida (Disney), Eric/Naveen (Disney), Naveen/Li Shang, Eric & Li Shang (Disney), Eric/Naveen/Li Shang

Additional Tags: Hijack, Alternate Universe - Magic, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Magic School, Loosely based on TNoW and Carry On NGL, Cringe, Magic School! That ISN'T Hogwarts, Elemental Magic, i cant believe im doing this, What has quarantine done to me, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Smut, Urban Fantasy, Tournaments, Magic Contests, Magic AU, Slow Burn, The plot goes somewhere I swear

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3bYNlGW

[thirstyforred]

Forlorn II -  Nightmares

written for @tyrias-library Halloween Fanfic Week 2019

warning: nothing graphic, in this house we don’t do graphic, but it’s still a second person pov and it’s still cold out there, also Jormag’s voice is so sexy

You have this... nightmare.

At first, it seems to be like any other dream, you often dream about snow and Hoelbrak, and laugh off your family. But now it's night and the lodge is empty. The hearths have gone cold and the wind howls through destroyed walls so loud you think you might go deaf. No one answers your call. You shape-shift, but even leopards nose cant senses in the air anything other than ash and forlorn.

And then, there's that darkness, impenetrable, descending and trapping you between its claws.

The deepest voice address you. "Champion."

Both in the dream and the waking world you know it's not a lie - you are the champion. It's your title, the one you fought for with the other dragons, gods...

You hear their voice in your dreams, clearer than crystal, clearer than spring water, and they call you the champion. So at first, you're not alarmed. But you should be.

More nights filled with nightmares pass and they address you as the Commander - also true to the core. "Champion" has a different ring to it, ancient beings might find it threatening. "If the Champion was might enough to vanquish other of my kin, why then would my fate be so different?"

But "commander"? It only means that while they're indeed an ancient being, they didn't just dream for millennia. They studied the hearts and minds of those living in Tyria and now they know that "the Commander" is just another name for a mortal.

A mortal leading army of other fools against impossible. "Consider this, my Commander: you cannot stop being older than Time itself. Not when you do not know if it was indeed born to this world."

You tell your friends everything about it. About the ash mixing with snow, and specters with familiar faces, and claws that every time rip you apart and you can't stop screaming. About how on numerous times you woke up in bed wet from your sweat, blood and other evidence of terror.

And they, your friends, your companions, are so good and loving. They offer warm hugs and vigil over your dreams, and somehow it helps. You plan and discuss and strategize. And even when you wake up from the nightmares, in darkness and cold, you're not afraid. There're other warm bodies beside you, people that will shush your screams.

You do not fear the darkness. You have your keen eyes and fire and the moon, and you were once called "the Lightbringer". Creatures of darkness should be afraid of you.

You do not fear cold. You were born to the north and your blood is hot and red. In your nightmares, you saw it steaming on white snow.

You do not fear death. And they, the Voice in your head, knows about it, so you're scared of all the other things they might know from your dreams and memories.

And the nightmares become more and more obscure. The lodge turns to smoke, the sky, and blizzard, and claws disappear - all that's left is you and the Voice.

"Slayer!" they snarl. "Slayer of what? Shadow so long neglected it perished from starvation? A tangled mess of weak character and twisted mind? The wrath that fell to his own blood? Yes, indeed, you are a slayer. The Slayer of weaklings."

"You wish to fight me, thinking I am the one that craves the blood of Tyria. But you need not fear me, my Hero. For I desire unity."

You wake up, drenched in sweat, with voice strained from screaming, clawing at anyone that tries to help you. And they ask, keep asking what you saw, what you heard, and you can't utter a word.

Because now in your dreams they call you by a new name. “Mine”

[maniacalmachinist]

Predator/D&D (pt 6)

CHAPTER 6:  TAKING FLIGHT

Sleep didn’t come easily to Hachende after the feast, his mind abuzz with everything said and done; notions that were, and still are, completely contrary to everything he’d known.  He’d been given a small lodging, though from what he’d been told he was significantly taller than most “civilized” races.  The “bed” was a bit too soft for his taste, but the flooring offered a bit of comfort, and the wood itself smelled oddly sweet, and there was an odd form of fire enclosure that provided some degree or warmth.  What sleep he had was interrupted by a sudden series of sounds hitting against the portal of the room.  He had grabbed the handle after picking up his spear, recalling how the locking mechanism worked.  The Cold One was standing there, [Ah, good afternoon my friend . . . apologies if I woke you, but we decided to let you sleep in for a while.]

Hachende grunted, [I would thank you I suppose, but it was overwhelming to say the least.]

Gyre held up a hand, [Ah, again, I am sorry for the slight . . . but, the Druidess came to me this morning with something to better aid in your conversations.]  He took what seemed to be a pendant of some kind, a shiny blue stone embedded in a silver filigree.  [I apologize that it may stand out a bit from your normal attire, but rest assured that your ability to communicate will be far more useful.]

Hach rolled his eyes, growling and took the pendant, throwing it over his head and letting it dangle around his neck.  He was about to say something when he heard five familiar voices . . .

“So anyway, Lars was trying to get saddled on the horse when suddenly Wagh sneezed, scaring the fucking purebred, running around half mad with this dumbass strapped to it.  The orc was panicking while the dwarf and I were laughing our fucking asses off.” laughed Sven to a rather sour looking Lars. The female, Jessica, was rubbing her head, clearly agitated by their conversation.  Hach was shocked . . . understanding most of what was being said, clearly for a loss of his own words.  In an attempt to divert attention, Lars waved at Gyre, “Good morning Steward . . . most of us are ready.”

“Wagh comin’, Wagh comin!!”

“Honestly, you five have to be the oddest combination in the northern regions . . . though I suspect your little troop might expand.”

Jessica canted her head, confused, “What do you mean, ancient one?”

Gyre looked at her, aghast, “Come now, I’m older than most here, but I’m by no means ancient . . . ah, and I forgot my manners, Hachende will be joining us.”

Wagh scratched his head, “Duh, who be Itchy-Hand?”

Hach growled a bit, but recalled the simplistic creature, “I am Hachende . . . do you understand me?”

The five blinked at him, the dwarf Durgo laughing, “Ah laddies, ya be owin’ me again . . . told ye tha’ stew’rd would ha’ some deviltry ta be helpin’ our gues’!”

[If their speech becomes too annoying, you can always take off the pendant for a while to give your hearing a rest.]  Hache nodded, thankful for the advice.  “If you dolts are ready, I had a skiff prepared at the landing.  We’ll have to make a slight detour to my den before picking up Hachende’s ship.”

Jessica was clearly anxious, “Oh this is going to be once in a lifetime . . . to travel with a dragon!”

Hachende took a moment to gather his gear, “I’ve heard that term so much . . . is it a title of reverie or something?”

The five merely looked at each other and laughed, “You’ll see in a moment,” Lars responded with a chuckle while the group headed up to the landing, Gyre at the lead.

“Ah, a clear day . . . a most welcome sign to be sure.”  The landing itself was at the edge of a cliff, overlooking a drop that seemed to go for over a kilometer.  With a deep breath, Gyre jumped off the edge of the cliff . .

“What in the name of the gods . . . did that fool really just dive off a cliff without any equipment?!?”  Hachende placed his hand over his face, then shook as a melodic roar filled the air.  He looked at the lip of the cliff, his breath catching in his throat as a massive beast with huge wings was slowly lifting itself.  He took a step back defensively, not knowing what the fuck was going on . . . the creature itself did in fact resemble what Gyremar described to him earlier, but it was far more majestic: scales of silver that rippled like ocean waters, wings that were kicking up a blizzard of their own, and a muscular body that belied age and strength only ever seen in his own people’s greatest Leaders.

“I told you, Hachende,” the beast bellowed, lowing it’s head to the group, “Best get a good look and commit it to memory, for sights like this will surely be a rarity in your lives.”

The five were silent, mouths agape in disbelief, “bloody fuckin’ fel!” muttered the one called Lars.

“Well, don’t stand there gawking like a group of idiots, get on the skiff . . . “ Bellowed Gyremar, moving to the center of the landing.  What looked like a log raft with rails was awaiting them, and was attached to a long metal bar over the top with enough room for the occupants to sit down. “Try not to move around too much, a fall would be most inconvenient.”  Hach took up the center of the skiff, the others arrayed themselves around him against the rails.  Gyremar grunted, diving off the edge again, and flew back, taking hold of the skiff’s bar and pulled the group into the air.

“FUUUUUCK MEEEEE!” screamed Durgo.  Hach gasped, never having flown exposed to the elements in such a primitive manner.  Jessica was oddly at ease taking in the sights that passed beneath them.

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The travel, which would have taken days by foot, went by in a matter of a few hours.  The four fools, mage, and Hach himself were actually fairly quiet.  Gyremar grunted in approval, making this trip easier to deal with, “WE’re coming up on my den, be ready to land.  You can get up and stretch, but I won’t be long . . . I need to speak with my cohort, lest they start tapping into my personal stash.”  He chuffed lightheartedly.

Gyre slowed down to hovering speeds, enough to plant the skiff on the landing point, “FUCKIN’ LAAAAND!!” The dwarf screamed, kissing the ground.  The rest, except Hach laughed at his antics, while Gyre made a deep bellow into the den, which was welcomed with excited yipping sounds.

“BOSSSS!!  Ya back!!” shouted a Kobold, Dar’gor from the look of it.

“Temporarily . . . I’m here with guests.  I came to inform you that the emergency is over, and return to business as usual, but I may be gone for several more days.”

The kobold chief nods excitedly, then it’s tone changes, “Ah, about that boss . . . we kept hearing barking outside the sealed cave, like a weird laugh. Yip!  I think the frost gnolls are on the move!”  Gyremar grunted, thinking on a plan.

“What are these small creatures, and that odd noise they make?”  Gunted Hach, hand on his disc, but more as a precaution than a necessity given the dragon conversing with them.

“Oh, those are Kobolds . . . kinda like reptilian rats, or vermin, but smart enough to use magic and some light weapons.” replied Jessica.  “Alone, they’re pretty harmless, but when they form raiding parties, it’s best to watch your step.  What they lack in strength, they can more than make up in numbers.  What they’re speaking is their language . . . a form of draconic, but far less elegant.”

“Draconic?  I’m assuming the language of the Cold One?”

“Uhh . .. oh, if you mean Steward Gyremar, then yes.  The language of his kind, and those like him.”

Hach nodded, then his eyes went wide, “Wait, how many more of his kind are there?”

“Oh, right . . . uh, his is but one breed out of, what was it . . . ten to fifteen different ones?  There’s five metallics, Gyremar being a silver dragon, the rest are gold, bronze, copper, and brass.  Then five chromatics; red, blue, black, green, and white.  There’s stories of purple ones as well, and some with gem-colored scales that are said to bend light as they fly,” Jessica responded, clearly enthusiastic . . . a little too much so for Hach’s tastes.

Hach put on his biomask to get a better look around this den, and mark it.  To his surprise, they had flown a course just southeast of where his ship crashed, and none too far from the site.  He cycled the vision modes, finding one that showed movement in the giant reptile’s den, and it was alive with what seemed like hundreds of the smaller “kobolds,” all scampering about with various duties.  He peered over the edge of the landing while the humanoids continued about their idle banter, cycling his vision . . . “Hmmmm, interesting . . . these creatures are cold blooded, but why are there warm signatures down below?”

“You said something big guy?” chimed Lars, curious about the yautja’s comment.

Hach nodded, pointing down at the base of the mountain, hundreds of meters from the landing, “Mostly reptiles live here, but there are warm bloods at the base.”

“Hey Steward!!  The Traveler thinks you and the kobolds might have some uninvited guests down below!!” Lars shouted to the dragon.

Gyremar snorted, and grunted . . . then sniffed the air, “Hmmm, while it is not my place to fight for others, perhaps this would be a decent test of your group’s abilities.”  He shifted his head to Hachende, “They’re likely gnolls, often hunting in small packs . . . probably thinking to take a few kobolds for food.”  He then addressed the whole group, “I’ll take you down below, but you’ll need some rope to hold onto me. Dar’gor . . . open that entrance, but only enough for one of your clan to get through, it’ll tease the gnolls enough to stick around, and my friends here will take care of the rest.”

“Yip yip, right boss!!” Dar’gor scurried off, barking what Hach thought were orders to the rest.

Sven and Lars procured some rope from their packs, and started preparing them, “We’ll have to latch them onto your horns, Gyremar . . . any objections.”

Gyre grunted, “It’ll be awkward, but expedient . . . ,” with the exception of Jessica, they were practically giddy with anticipation.

“Bou’ fookin’ bloody time!  Been itchin’ for a damn fight . . . the one with fewest kills buys the first roun’!”

Jessica strapped her stave to her back, “Are you guys seriously going to play around?!?”

“Hey, if today is your last day, better make the best of it.” chimed Lars.

“Fuck yea!” agreed Sven, bumping his forearm with Lars.

“Wagh beat heads?!?  Who heads?”

Durgo groaned, “Gnolls, ya bloody simpleton!”

“Uhhg . . . Wagh hate gnolls!!”  He beat his club against the ground, “Spirits, fight wit’ us!!” He howled.

Jessica blinks, “Wait, he’s a shaman!!!”

“Yeah . . . doesn’t look or act like it, but he knows his shit when he needs to know his shit” grinned Sven.

“Alright, enough talk . . . climb on and hold tight.  I’ll drop you off to the south side of the entrance.  Once there, it’s up to you six . . . I will observe from the side.”  Gyre tilted his head so the group could sling the ropes over.  

Hach was oddly thrilled and afraid . . . the struggle against the wyvern had left him questioning this place.  But at the same time, he would experience combat from the human ways.  He took hold of the rope, fastened well to the Dragon’s horn, opposite of the Orc Wagh.  When all were secure, Gyre started his descent to the entrance, his claws plowing into the rock, his pace steady but moved with purpose.

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They made good timing, Hach was able to see the warm bodies of the intruders more clearly, counting the warm-blooded signatures.

“How many ya be seein’ there, Hachende?” Shouted Durgo, annoying the warrior further.

“At least 20 . . . “

“Ya hear tha’ lads . . . soun’ like three or four huntin’ parties!”

Jessica started whispering, and the air around their bodies developed a light shimmer, even Hach’s.  He felt oddly lighter, and his mind clearer.  She panted afterward, “That should handle the basics for a while . . . please, don’t get too injured.  I’m an apprentice wizard, not a priest.”

“Hey, Bookworm Bitch, you worry too much . . . just keep your back to the wall, and keep an eye on us,” Lars laughed out.  Males openly insulting a female . . . Hach really wondered about the mental capability of these creatures. Hach just groaned, completely uncertain of this group of imbeciles . . .

“If you warm bloods are done, we’re almost there . . . save your victory soirée for later,” grunted Gyremar.  He looked around, then lowered his head a few meters from the Kobold entrance, “Good luck . . . and do be careful.  I’d hate to report bad news to the mayor.”

Lars and Sven smiled, hunkering down in the front of the group after dismounting, followed closely by the dwarf, orc, and female.  Hach took to the nearest tree, climbing with barely a sound and activated his shift suit, then advanced ahead of the group, eager to draw the first kill.

[baymeric]

hello friends I have some estinien/wol for you that ive been editing for like 3 days and cant seem to perfect ヽ(´ー` )┌  

It had been a relatively simple request: Estinien and you were to clear an aevis infestation in the Coerthas Highlands. The two of you were the most trustworthy, Aymeric had reasoned, and this job, though seemingly simple, was of dire importance, it being on a major road.

As you both had surmised, it was a simple job, and the cleanup passed rather quickly. An oncoming blizzard, however, had forced Estinien and you to seek refuge in a nearby inn.

Struggling against the strong winds to push the wooden door behind you closed, your companion and you entered, the former opting to wait towards the entrance. You gave Estinien a passing glance as you strolled up to the woman attending the front, smoothing out the wrinkles in your clothes.

“Hello. I don’t suppose you would have any rooms available, would you?”

The woman glanced between you and the dragoon, a small smile on her face. It was slightly unnerving.

“Well, my dear, Halone smiles upon you today! I have exactly one room left. Will your husband and you be taking it?”

You sputtered.

“Excuse me?!” you all but yelled, a blush turning the entirety of your face crimson, and the woman winced.

“Oh, my sincerest apologies. You two haven’t gotten married yet, then?”

“Married? Yet?”

You looked at Estinien incredulously, but his armor kept you from discerning his expression. His arms were crossed against his chest, and you thought you could see a twitch of his lip, but it was clear he was leaving this awkward situation entirely up to you.  

The woman beckoned you closer, her smile growing wider. You had half a mind to leave and sleep outside, with naught but the blizzard’s winds to rock you to sleep. You obliged the woman, however, quietly stepping forward until her thin lips were but a couple ilms away.

“As soon as you two walked into this inn, I could sense it,” she whispered, and your confusion must have showed starkly on your face, as she continued: “When you’ve lived as many summers as I’ve, you get a nose for what I like to call….lovers’ tension.”

You had quite a few questions running through your head, but you didn’t get to ask them. While  you were engaged in this strange conversation, Estinien had come up behind you, placed a heavy hand on your back, and interrupted:

“The blizzard won’t be subsiding anytime soon. Just get the room. We can discuss the finer details at a later time.”

You wondered when “a later time” would be, but sighed and gathered the gil from the pouch around your waist, placing it on the wooden counter. The woman gave you a sly wink, explained how to get to the last available room, and placed a set of silver keys in your palm.

The room itself was a standard inn room, and while you prayed fervently that it would have two beds, it had but one moderately sized bed tucked in a corner. Estinien let out an angry huff, and you plopped yourself on the bed with another sigh.

“It’s a later time,” you said flatly, your eyes shifting to a now-helmetless Estinien. His hair was just as silky as it had always appeared, and you found yourself admiring his delicate white eyelashes, and the way they contrasted his deep-set steel blue eyes. He raised an eyebrow, and you quickly looked away as you felt a blush coming up.

Estinien sighed, and moved a piece of hair behind his ear. He grumbled something that you couldn’t quite make out.

“Sorry?”

“I said,” he started, crossing his arms and looking away (though a light blush tinted his ears), “If you have no qualms about it, we may share the bed.”

Unsure of how to accept without sounding too eager (to be fair, you were a bit eager; you had been pining after the dragoon for a while), you decided to go with: “If that’s okay with you, then I, too have no qualms about it.”

Estinien grunted and began the process of shedding his armor. You did the same, though you noticed the elezen turn his head as you began undressing. The kind gesture was meant, you assumed, to preserve your modesty.

You were dressed in little more than your smallclothes; as was your companion. His eyes seemed to trail down your form and up again, and you suddenly felt very self-conscious. You silently chided your foolishness: you could fell a primal, but heavens forbid the man you have been pining after see you in your nightclothes.

“Well,” Estinien started awkwardly, and you felt a smile tugging at your lips; you had never seen him behave in a way that wasn’t brash and confident. Awkward Estinien, you decided, was rather adorable.

You waited for him to continue, but he never did. Instead, a silence pierced only by the crackling of the hearth and the low hum of the blizzard outside left you both uncomfortable.

“After you,” Estinien finally muttered, motioning towards the bed, his face now the same shade of pink as his ears.

You slowly climbed under the thin sheets into the side next to the stone wall, which you instantly regretted: it was surprisingly cold to the touch. Because of the broadness of Estinien’s form, however, you found your back against the wall, and your chest against his arm. A sharp shiver ran up your spine.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way, you thought bitterly, feeling especially bitter at the fact that the bed was much, much smaller than it initially appeared. You tossed and turned, attempting to find some semblance of warmth, until Estinien’s sharp words caused you to pause.

“If you do not stop fidgeting--”

You let out a huff of air. You could respond to his biting remark, but you decided that you were far too tired to start an argument, and opted for muttering an apology instead.

You heard the rustling of sheets as the dragoon shifted and brought them up to his shoulder. You fought the urge to groan as you realized that the blankets were completely covering your face; only the crown of your head was visible. Though, admittedly, you were a bit warmer, it was difficult to breathe with sheets in your face.

You slowly wiggled up so that your face was at least above the covers, and realized that you were left with hardly any of the sheets. They were bundled up around Estinien. You tried your damndest to stay quiet as you coaxed the sheets over your shoulder.

“What are you doing.”

It was more of a statement than a question, and you suddenly felt heat pool in your cheeks. You clenched your fists and attempted to take a deep, calming breath, but Estinien yanked the sheets back towards him and something inside you snapped.

“Estinien,” you hissed, “My back is against this twelves forsaken wall that is colder than Shiva’s--,” you paused, trying to keep your anger in check, and said, “Give me the sheets.”

The dragoon’s back was facing you earlier, but apparently your outburst piqued his interest, because he was now directly in front of you, a ghost of a smile on his face. The room was lit only by the low flames of the room’s hearth and the silvery glow of moonlight filtering in through a small window, and you suddenly found yourself admiring the way the milky light bathed Estinien in an ethereal glow. Now certainly wasn’t the time for any of these feelings, but your cheeks grew hot.

Estinien seemed to relish in the fact that you stopped mid-argument to stare at him, and you practically saw the cogs working in his mind as his brows furrowed.

His muscled arms pulled you over and hoisted your frozen body upon his chest. The only legible thought you had was “Twelve take me.” Here you were, on top of the Azure Dragoon, who was holding you against him, in the same bed. Twelve take me, you thought again, grasping at the front of his shirt nervously.

“Better?” Estinien asked, pulling the covers over you both.

You gaped like a fish out of water and attempted to put together some kind of witty response or action or anything that would make you look less like a frail maiden in love and more like the Warrior of Light, but instead you blurted out, “Yes, you’re as warm as I imagined.”

TWELVE TAKE ME.

Your eyes widened. This was it. This was the one idiotic phrase that would get your privileges as Warrior of Light revoked. The gossip would spread quick around Eorzea: the famed Warrior of Light was fantasizing about a handsome Elezen dragoon. As gossip usually goes, the story would become twisted somewhere down the line, and would probably end up as “Warrior of Light pounces on dragoon: some say it was an assassination attempt.”

You felt a gentle hand smoothing hair away from your forehead, and your thoughts immediately came to a halt. You peered up to see said dragoon, a soft smile you had never seen on him gracing his face. He chuckled and rested his hands on your lower back.

“So you oft thought of me?”

With a blush you responded, “I did, you thick-headed fool. Obviously my rather blatant attempts at courting you failed.”

Estinien scoffed.

“I’m the thick-headed fool? I almost threw your body upon mine so you would not freeze during the night, and here you are, not understanding that I return your feelings.”

You did not know how to respond, so you didn’t. 

Estinien sighed and pressed your head to his heart. It was rather calming, listening to his heartbeat like this. You hummed contently, and adjusted yourself so you were more comfortable. Your eyelids felt heavy, but you managed to mumble one more sentence before you surrendered yourself to sleep.

“Estinien, I love you.”

The dragoon’s expression softened.

“And I you.”

[littlebitoffanfic]

Bizarrely Perfect

Fandom: The Rocky Horror Picture Show Characters: Riff Raff, Magenta, Columbia Relationship: Riff Raff/reader Request: I have a strange request. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want. But can you write one for riffraff from rocky horror picture show where the reader stumbles on the castel because shes been in an accident or something. And riff raff doesn’t want Frank to see her because he wants to keep her for himself? If you can, can you add in that the readers just broke up with someone and is lonely and wants him? Hi, im the one who requested the riffraff x reader. I was wondering if I could add another little detail? The reader meets magenta and the two become really close friends cause the reader decides to stay with them cause she doenst have anyone else and the two adore her and want to take her back to their home planet? Riff Raff never thought he would come face to face with angel on this god forsaken planet. But as he walked to the main door and opened in, he came face to face with you. You were nearly completely drenched from rain, some rain drops clinging to your long eyelashes. Your bottom lip was quivering slightly from coldness and your cheeks were red. You were wearing a tight, black dress which flared out at the bottom. It was shoulder less and hugged your body in the most sensual way. You had a black coat draped over your shoulders and matching black heels. There was a several small cuts on your body which he could see. One on your forehead, a couple on your neck and shoulders and on your hands. it was really late at night and, if Riff Raff hadn’t need to finish cleaning the stairs, he would have begrudged having to get up. “I am so sorry to bother you, sir, but I was just in an accident and the other car drove off.” You explained, your voice shaking slightly. You didn’t know if it was because you were still in shock, because of the coldness or because of the mans gaze on you. He seemed transfixed with you, like he had never seen a more beautiful woman before in his life. “come in.” Riff Raff stepped aside, letting you step inside. He closed his eyes briefly as you walked by him, your sweet perfume sending his world to heaven. “Thank you, I really appreciate it. My cars completely wreaked. And even if I do manage to get in contact with a towing company, they wont come out in this weather.” You crossed your arms over and rubbed the skin, trying to stop the numbness. But Riff Raffs mind was racing. he knew he couldn’t let the master know you were here. The second the masters sinful gaze fell upon you, there was no escape. And, while Riff Raff couldnt argue his thoughts were any purer, he was selfish and wanted you to himself. The master had went to bed hours ago with a bottle of drink in hand, so he would be dead to the world until late tomorrow afternoon. But Magenta and Columbia were still up. Riff Raff doubted if Columbia would be able to keep you a secret from the master, due to her feelings for him. But he knew he could trust his sister. Riff Raff began to take your coat from your shoulders, making you shiver with chill and look at him in confusion. “The water will only make it worse.” He explained, offering you a crooked smile. He didn’t hang up the coat, but draped it over his forearm. “Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” You turned to face him properly, very aware of how his gaze made your heart flutter. “Riff Raff.” He answered. “Im [y/n].” you smiled, noticing the way his lip twitched at your name. “Beautiful, much like yourself.” He mumbled, walking past you. You felt your cheeks flush red at the comment. “Please follow me, mistress.” He nodded to a door. “Please, don’t call me mistress. Im not above you in any way. [y/n] is fine.” You smiled sweetly, although a lustful part of you enjoyed it. Riff Raff didn’t respond to you but smiled and guided you through the large house and down some stairs. “Where are we going?” You asked, suddenly feeling less and less safe on every step. Riff Raff paused for a moment, debating something before signing and turning to you. “The master, he is…” he paused again. “Strange. Much like many in this house. But I have known him to take advantage of women in destress, much like yourself.” He saw your eyes widen and you took a step back up one of the steps in fear. “But, I am not going to tell him you are here. We are the only place for miles. And in this weather, you shall no doubt become extremely ill, or worse. So I am taking to our quarters.” He explained, and you let out a sign of relief. You don’t know why you trusted this stranger, maybe your heart was more powerful than your mind at this point in time. But you were cold, shocked, scared and all you wanted was a warm embrace. You nodded and stepped back down. “our?” You asked, seeing him smile once again. “The servants quarters. My sister can attend to your wounds.” Riff Raff reached out and gently ran his finger close to the cut on your forehead that was no longer bleeding. “T-thank you.” You smiled, shaking from the cold. ------------timeskip----------------- The area Riff Raff had labelled as the servants quarters was a small corridor with a few rooms either side and a set of stairs up the other side. Riff raff had lead you into one room to a lovely and incredibly seductive woman called Magenta. She smirked at him when he entered her room with you at his heels. She smirked even more when Riff Raff told her not to tell Columbia and especially not their master about you. But she never said anything about it. She took your hands in hers and pulled you over to her bed, sitting you down so she could tend to your cuts. She had an incredibly sexy accent that you wished you had. She referred to you as Darling and Sweetie, which made you smile. Magenta insisted she dry your hair for you, so you sat in front of her with your back to her as she blasted your locks. Every now and then, she would move the warm air across your back and shoulders. Warming you up. Now, the two of you were sitting on her bed, chatting. “So, where were you going?” She asked as she idly played with your hair, braiding some parts only for them to fall out. “I was coming back from breaking up with someone.” You told her, shrugging. “And you wanted him to know was he was missing?” She smirked, raising and eyebrow as her knowing gaze flew to your dress and what was left of your makeup. “Exactly.” You giggled turning to her. “Thank you for everything.” You took her hand in yours and squeezed it. “Darling, it is okay.” She brushed away a strand of hair from your face. The door to the room opened and you couldn’t help but jump until your gaze fell on Riff Raff and you smiled. “Feeling better?” He asked, his eyes running over your now clean cuts. “Much.” You answered. “why cant we let her meet Columbia?” Magenta asked as she wrapped her arms around your shoulder and rested her head on your shoulder. “In case she tells.” Riff Raff replied sharply. “She wont, though. You know of her feelings for him. Why would she risk him getting eyes for another woman?” Magenta argued, frowning at him. “I shall think about it.” Riff Raff shook his head at his sister. “[y/n], ive prepared you a room just down the corridor.” He beckoned you. Magenta let you go, but not before kissing your cheek and promising to speak to you in the morning. Before you left, she called for you to wait before going to her cupboard and pulling out some clothes and giving you them. A night gown, a day dress, some tights and other clothes which you thanked her for. “You seem to get along well with my sister.” He commented as he closed the door behind you. “Yes, shes lovely.” You smiled, thinking that if your relationship with her progressed, you could easily see her as a sister. Riff Raff showed you to a room only a few doors from hers. You stepped inside and your mouth fell open. The room was lit with candle night in the most romantic way. It was a large room with a high ceiling. In the centre of the room was a 4-poster bed with a stunning crimson cover and matching throw. In the corner was a desk with a mirror on it and on the other side was a door which you could see led to a bathroom. “Is this to your liking?” Riff Raff appeared by your side frowning as he mistook your shock for disgust. “I cant stay here. Its too beautiful and grand for the likes of me.” You shook your head, smiling as you took a step back till a hand rested on your lower back. “Then its perfect for you.” He said in a soothing voice. You turned to him with wide eyes that began to water. “Mistress?” He asked, frowning at your tears. “Oh im sorry. God, what must you think of me?” You giggled, fanning your face with one hand as he guided you to the bed and the two of you sat down. “Its stupid, me crying like this. Its just, I was driving back from breaking up with someone. and I realise that you have done more for me in the last few hours than he done in 3 years. Your sister took care of me better than my own family.” You confessed to him, looking at your lap as you shook your head. Riff Raff reached out and took your chin between his thumb and index finger to guide your gaze to meet his. “Then he is a fool.” He told you, his voice genuine and heartfelt. “As are your family.” You threw your arms around him and pulled him into a tight embrace as you mumbled ‘thank yous’ in his ear. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. Why did this feel to natural with him? “Rest now. The storm does not look to lift for the next few days, so you may stay here for as long as you need.” He mumbled in your ear. You were surprised he didn’t take advantage of you. You were practically throwing yourself at him but he was more concerned about you getting rest. “Will I see you tomorrow?” You asked, pulling back as he stood. “Of course, my sweet.” He mused, his fingers running over your cheek before leaving. --------------time skip--------- Over the next few days, the storm only got worse. And within a week and a half, it was a blizzard. Not that you minded. Magenta had proven to be a joy to be around and had introduced you to Columbia, who instantly wanted to dress you in sparkly clothes. You loved the two women and the three of you could sit for hours enjoying each others company. They loaned you clothes while you stayed which you were grateful for. In the servants area, there was 3 bedrooms, all of equal size but Magenta and Columbia shared so instead of the 4 poster bed were 2 singles. There was a staff kitchen, a living area and a shared bathroom despite all the bedrooms have their own personal ones. the place was like a large flat. the stairs led to a small garden and on the other side of the garden was woods and a road from what Riff Raff told you. He had showed you to the door, but the second it opened, you both were nearly soaked. You thought you might feel like a prisoner here, but you loved it. During the day, you decided to clean your bedroom, the living room and the kitchen. You washed the clothes you borrowed and busied yourself with making sure your presents wasn’t a burden on them. They loved what you did because they spent the whole day running around after ‘frank’ that they really didn’t like cleaning their quarters. Riff Raff seemed to like your company the most. The second he finished his work, he would come to you. The other evening, you and he had sat in front of the fire as you read a book and he sat in a comfortable silence. You must have been here about 3 weeks now and you felt like you belonged here. It was more homely than your own home. tonight, you sat between Magentas legs with Columbia lying across yours. You smiled down at her as you used and eye brow pencil to fill hers. The last few mornings she had come through to you to help her do some of her makeup, even though she was amazing at it herself. Still, you liked feeling helpful. “How long are you staying?” She suddenly asked, her voice a little higher than normal which was a hard to do. “I don’t know. Till this storm clears, I think.” You shrugged, ignoring the dread that filled your stomach at the thought. “Do you have to?” She asked, sitting up. “I have to. I cant burden you forever.” You giggle, shaking your head at her. “You are no burden, my darling.” Magenta brushed your hair to the side as you looked back at her. “Come on, stay here with us?!” Columbia started to bounce on her knees like a child. “You- you really want me to stay?” You asked, looking over your shoulder to Magenta. “Of course! You are like a sister to me.” She smiled widely, wrapping her arms around your waist. “Franks away in a couple of weeks to a party. Me and Magenta have to go but Riff Raff has to stay and watch the house. You could move your stuff in then. And you can help with cleaning down here.” Columbia divulged a plan to you that you suspected she hadn’t just come up with. “and what if he finds out im here?” You asked, looking from Columbia to Magenta. “I’ll protect you. He would not dare cross me. Plus, my brother cares deeply for you and would fight to protect you. The master would be outnumbered.” She smiled, a little menacing but you liked it. “Or, you could meet him.” “No.” you instantly said, making the girls laugh. You had heard him screaming at the top of his lungs. “He is really a sweetheart.” Columbia said, lying back down on your lap. For some reason, she didn’t meet your eyes. you then heard the door being thrown open and Riff Raff stormed in. He was limping, badly and had blood on his clothes. His gaze fell on Columbia. “You told.” He growled, moving towards her as she scrambled to her feet. “Now, it isn’t like that!” She put her hands out as you and Magenta stood up. Magenta wrapped her arms around you. “What do you mean?” Magenta asked, looking between her brother and Columbia. “The master knows [y/n] is here.” Riff Raff spoke in a dangerously low voice. “What?” You gasped, cuddling into Magenta from fear. “Columbia!” Magenta scolded as she pulled you closer. “How could you?” “I just wanted her to stay with us.” Columbia pointed at you, frowning. “Franks fine with her staying.” She huffed. “Really?” You looked to Riff Raff, who looked like he was in a lot of pain. “Yes, he wishes to meet you first. Tomorrow for lunch.” He didn’t look at you. “Will you be there?” You asked, leaving Magentas arms to walk over to. He looked at you, meeting your eyes for the first time. “Of course.” He bowed his head slightly to you, making you smile. “Then I’ll be fine.” You assured him. Magenta said she wanted to ‘speak’ with Columbia and you said you were tired anyway, so you and Riff Raff left. you walked into your room, Riff Raff following you. He walked over and took a seat in one of the 2 arm chairs. His face contorted with pain as he sat. “what happened?” You asked, walking over to him and kneeling in front of him. “punishment. The master likes to flog.” Riff Raff mumbled, looking to the side of you. “I am so sorry, Riff Raff.” You shook your head, resting your hand on his knee. “Why?” Riff Raff asked, looking at you in confusion. “If I have never darkened your doorstep, you would never have gotten hurt.” You mused, guilt running through your body. “I am so glad you did, mistress.” Riff Raff mumbled, reaching out to run a thin finger down your cheek, setting fire to your skin as he did. He never did drop the ‘mistress’ although it comes and goes. Sometimes, he would call you by your name, and some times mistress. “Columbia was asking me to stay before you came in. she said I could be like a maid to you all.” You smiled slightly. “so, technically, that would make you my master.” You giggled, looking up at him. You saw a spark in his eyes as the words fell from your lips. “That is, if Frank lets me stay.” you looked down, but Riff Raff didn’t miss that flash of fear in your eyes. He took you by the chin, making you look back up at him. “He wont hurt you. Magenta and I will make sure of it.” He vowed, moving himself to sit on the edge of the seat. “Riff Raff?” Your voice was barely more than a whispered as you realised how close his face was to yours. You could feel his breath on your lips and it sent a shiver down your spin. “Mistress.” Riff Raff purred. “Do you want me to stay?” you asked, your eyes begging him for the answer you needed to hear. You saw his lip twitch into a smile before he answered you. “yes.” You couldn’t control yourself as you leaned up and pressed your lips to his. You kissed him, desperately. You didn’t know why you were so drawn to him. Why you needed him. But it seemed he was as eager to kiss you as you were to kiss him. He kissed you back, taking control and dominating the kiss. You moved yourself up, desperate to feel more of him. But he didn’t mind. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you up. You were quick to straddle his lap, your arms around his neck as you kissed. you pulled back, panting slightly as you looked at him in the warm glow of the fire. “I don’t care if its insane, me wanting to stay with people ive only known for a month.” You couldn’t help but giggle, more at yourself but Riff Raff smiled. “you belong here.” He mumbled, reaching up and twisting a strand of hair around his slender finger, not realising the impact his words had on you. “You think?” You couldn’t help but smile. “Of course, my sister is incredibly fond of you and Columbia, while misguided, enjoys your company. As will our master, so long as he doesn’t hurt you.” Riff Raff mused, his eyes half closed and a small smile now playing on his lips. “And you?” You leaned close to him, your hands running up his neck and back down. “I adore you.” Riff Raff half growled as he pulled you close and back into a dominating and passionate kiss. a small small part of you wondered about leaving. But then what did you have to go back to? Your ex was a disgusting pig, your family was non-existent, your ‘friends’ were nothing compared to Magenta. You had never felt so at home than you were here. You never felt so loved and wanted than when you were with the siblings. As you sat on the lap of Riff Raff, you knew you couldn’t leave. You knew you were tied to this house, to the people, to him. you ran your hand across his back and felt him wince. You instantly pulled back and saw blood on your finger tips. you climbed off his lap and went around to inspect his back. You made him take off his coat and vest. His shirt was stained with blood. But once removed, you could see the wounds weren’t deep, only just breaking the skin and had stopped bleeding. “You need to rest.” You mumbled, your heart aching to see him in pain. Riff Raff stood up, pressed a kiss to your forehead and started to leave, until you grabbed his hand. “You know, you should really stay here. So I can make sure you don’t lie on your back while you sleep.” You knew it was a weak excuse, but when you saw the smirk on his lips, you knew he knew too. The two of you went over to the bed and crawled under the covers. His arms found your waist and he pulled you into his chest as he lay on his side. You smiled, cuddling into his chest. As you started to drift off, you heard the door open. You look over to see Magenta stepping inside your room with a guilty looking Columbia at her heels. a couple of times, they had come through to you and the three of you slept in the massive bed. You smiled, allowing your heavy eyes to close as you felt the bed behind you dip. You moved to lie on your back, Riff Raff fast asleep now. His hand moved to rest on your hip bone. Magenta wrapped her arm around your arm as she lay her head just above yours and Columbia lay her head on your stomach, sniffling slightly. You reached down and ran your hand over her hair while she mumbled an apology. You couldn’t help but smile as you drifted back to sleep. And as bizarre as it seemed, you felt safe and loved. This was perfect. Bizarrely perfect.

[m-cree]

me, attempting to break into blizzard hq with a knife: i know mccree’s bisexual, you cant fool me

[mechagalaxy]

Boris and Keikko among the Bunnies, part14

Submitted by Sten Hugo Hiller #627184 Boris and Keikko among the Bunnies, part14

Some of you might have wondered what happened to the two walking disasters. Answer is; very little lately. --------------------------------------------- Bunny Compound, about 22 months ago.

After the alarm went off in the hangar Boris and Keikko had offered themself as cleanup crew. "John, we are alredy drenched in the stuff, no need to expose others" Boris said. Keikko supplemented "We will have it done in an hour or so" John looked hard at them. Sweat were running in rivulets down their faces, their hands were weeping sores, and blood started to color their coveralls as well. "I think we all should get to the medlab immediately, we have trained teams in special gear to take care of situations like this" was his reply. ----- Bunny Compound, The Medlab

A few hours later the bunny chief came into the laboratory. He had gotten some shots for the exposure he got as Boris and Keikko clung to him. His uniform, as well as the uniforms of Guinty, Kari and Nikita had been added to the contaminated pile, the furniture in Guinty`s office, and the bikes had as well. The women had had a much lighter exposure to the secondary radiation and were already discharged. Now he listened to the medtech who checked Boris and Keikko`s latest bloodsamples. "I dont believe this. There is no way they should be alive, and no way they can survive. How they are still breathing is a total mystery" The thought of restitutions if they died didnt enter Johns mind, but he was still concerned "How bad is it, how many rads did they get?" The technician looked up. "Rads, about 3000. Enough to kill someone in hours without treatment. Cancers are forming all over their bodies. But that aint the problem. They got drenched in some really nasty chemicals as well, it was eating the skin off their bodies, but after a scrubdown that isnt too much of a problem either. No, the killing part is they have about 25% alcohol in their blood, about 50 times lethal dose. I have no idea how they can be alive. I freely admit that the alcoholconcentration kills off the cancercells almost as fast as they form, but..." John held up a hand. "Boris, Keikko and alcohol is only a problem if they are deprived of it. How long until they are clean of the radiation?" The technician shrugged "At full nanitescrub, about two weeks" ---- Boris and Keikko was bored. It had been hours since they were brought to the hospital, and there were no drinks to be had. Outside an early winter blizzard howled against their fifth floor window. They were in beds, IV tubes were flushing their load of nanites into their systems, batteries of monitors were fed from patches that covered most of their bodies.

When the door opened they broke into wide grins. "Bolwerk, old friend" Boris cried out "I knew you wouldnt abandon us to die of thirst" Keikko`s smile threathened to split his face "You brought some industrial? Just pour it into those bags" he nodded toward the IV bags hanging above their beds. Before Bolwerk managed to give a reply the door opened yet again, and head nurse Jessica B. Rabbitt entered. She wore her get well soon uniform, the generous cleavage revealed one of the most impressive bosoms in the quadrant. Bolwerk turned towards her and gave her an apraising look. Whimpering from the beds, and the sound of monitors falling made him whip his head back. Boris and Keikko had left their beds, and ran full tilt toward the window while various equipment they were connected to fell to the floor behind them. Without hesitation they jumped ,and the window exploded. The blizzard immediately started to fill the room with cold and snow. Bolwerk ran downstairs to see if he could somehow keep those two fools alive. Between the radiation, the 15 meter fall and the hypothermia they would experience immediately, every second counted. But when he came around the corner and closed in on the ground under the window he had to stop in disbelief. A snowdrift of about two meters depth had formed under the window, and crawling out from it came the two maniacs. As far as Bolwerk could see they had at least 5 broken limbs among them, but Boris waved to him "Hi, could you rustle up a sled or something and drag us to the bar?" Keikko grimaced, spat out some bright red blood that indicated a punctured lung and wheezed barely audible over the wind. "We might need some trousers as well, all we have are these ridicilous shirts" Bolwerk made a quick descision. In a smooth move he drew his stunner and shot both of them three times in less than a second. They fell back into the snowdrift and he called for stretchers. ----- Jessica had had enough of the two idiots. Deciding to get rid of them as fast as possible she brought two of Star Leagues time coffins to their new room. After the bones had been set and quick heal administrated she set it to two weeks/5 minutes and lowered them in. But when the lids closed and the machinery activated there were not the expected silent hum but an angry whine from the coffins.

Deciding to get expert advice she called Jorge and explained the situation. "You set it at what? Dont touch anything, evacuate all females from the room and have industrial brought in. I will be over ASAP" An hour later Jorge and Jordi burst into the compound in two Anzu`s. Running up to the room they came to a peceful scene. That is except for the angry whines coming from the coffins. Jorge looked at the displays and motioned Jordi over. "It is at more than 4000 to one, can you balance it?" Jordi cast a dubious look at the machinery "Might, but at these settings and with them inside... There is no way they can be safely turned off from the outside, and changing the settings will probably cause field fluctations." Jorge nodded grimly. Field fluctations where one part of the body suddenly was on another timefactor than the rest would kill them in an instant. - An hour later Jessica stared at Jorge in disbelief. "Say again" Jorge produced two sheets of paper and repeated himself. "The settings are at about twice safe range. We cant change them, or turn the coffins off from the outside without killing them. So these instructions need to be placed on the lids so they can see them and turn it off safely from the inside. But you put them into slowtime, so it will probably be around two years before they wake up. At that time it will have been around four hours for them. They will still need to get the two weeks of radiation cleaning, but dont use the coffins for that. It would get them sober, and believe me, those two sober and in search of drinks is a scarier thought to me than a visit from Bad Santa. Oh. And I think you are aware of it now. Only male attendents, and plenty of Industrial. I will have to write a study on the use of alcohol to kill cancer cells.