#cerberus engine

[soundcrusher]

I don't know if I have said it before, but I really like their dynamic. They'll both flee from danger, until Reeve pulls out a McGuffin for Vincent to use, and then Vincent will fight whatever was chasing them.

First it was a turret on the Shadow Fox, some sleep-bullets for Shelke, and then a big ass cannon in the WRO building before fighting Azul.

Like, does Reeve just have stuff lying around for Vincent to use, or what? XD

[devildomwriter]

Fun Facts 931-940

• Due to his ability to speak to cows, Belphegor was chosen to guide a herd though town for a festival.

• Despite caring deeply for Luke, Lucifer loves teasing him and calling him a chihuahua to the point Luke will still be angrily muttering that he’s not a chihuahua even hours after returning to Purgatory Hall.

• Barbatos has referred to Ruri-Chan as Ms. Ruri.

• Belphegor believes ghosts are easier to talk to than animals.

• Diavolo thinks Lucifer should give more credit to the hard work Asmodeus does as an influencer.

• When Mammon decided to charge an entrance fee for his room, Lucifer respectfully stayed out of it instead of barging in but scolded him from outside.

• Luke knows how to reverse engineer recipes

• Sleeping briars, a plant that puts those near it to sleep, has the opposite affect on Belphegor and gives him insomnia.

• Lucifer is able to summon Cerberus similarly to how MC can summon demons

• Asmodeus’s favorite dish from Ristorante Six is Dragon’s Tail Thermidor

921-930 • 941-950

[mysteryshoptls]

Unparalleled Aeons Full Song Lyrics

Ortho: A jaunty little joke, a quick little quip Ortho: Will you just shut yourself off and hide away? Idia: It's just one squirming soul, though. Idia: Oh right, sure, I'm the problem. Now that just pisses me off.

Idia: Dreams are hollow, even if they're held onto or thrown away. Idia: Yeah, but I've known that since forever, though? Ortho: It's an ideal impossible to achieve, so if you've got problem with it, Ortho: Say whatever you want, but keep it quick.

Idia/Ortho: Should we just open the gate? Idia/Ortho: Start your engines, Cerberus. Idia/Ortho: But if it's a half-hearted happy end, Idia: That wouldn't be enough, now would it?

Idia/Ortho: With a full course of the best cheats at full throttle, Idia/Ortho: Set the chat ablaze with haze and praise. Ortho: Revel in the aesthetics of trial and tribulation, celebrate with the ultimate entertainment. Idia/Ortho: Forsaken by the Goddesses of Fate, what do you see in your moment of woe? Idia/Ortho: With a snip, say bye-bye to the unraveling thread. Now, onwards towards The End. Idia: Welcome to the Underworld.

Idia: Sure you got enough RAM? What a noob. Idia: Sooo sorry for being a lightyears ahead. Ortho: Can you really trust in heroes who show up too late? Ortho: It's a divine comedy, too bad, so sad!

Idia/Ortho: Thump, thump goes the tell-tale heart, Idia/Ortho: It's a deadly sin to be a real downer. Idia/Ortho: Feels like you've forgotten something, Idia/Ortho: It'll be sulking at the edge of the underworld.

Idia: Constant laughter spreads all around. Idia: Disses like that adds a bit of heavenly spice. Ortho: But if it's a tear-jerking happy end, Ortho: That'd be way crueler than being forever alone.

Idia/Ortho: With insight into the past, present, and future, Idia/Ortho: As the master of all, we'll rearrange the cosmos. Idia: Even loneliness that spawns genius can be considered the finest entertainment. Idia/Ortho: Reveling in chaos, the whirlpool swirls harder; a despairing scene, a harmonious lamentation. Idia/Ortho: After falling and scattering with a thud, just laugh it off, little soul. Idia/Ortho: FEVER TIME!

Idia/Ortho: With a snip, say bye-bye to the unraveling thread. Now, onwards towards The End. Idia/Ortho: Welcome to the Underworld.

Requested by @farfalla049 and @shatteredcoll.

[kokii-omii]

oh my god the idea of Papa Shroud and Papa Nikos being weird buddies like their sons is so adorable lmao how did they meet?? I always love the trope of "it runs in the family" especially here bc on one hand it's "yay we'll stay in touch :D" and the other side is "Dear God." seriously though I need to know more about these two they seem as silly as their kids lmao I believe them being middle-aged men helps side note: Mama Shroud!! How's she with the Nikos Family? I'd guess she was ecstatic to hear her son found one of them like his father did lmao what'd she think of Pan? What'd he'd think of her?

The Nikos and Shrouds are long term business partners so they've known each other for a while,

the Nikos family are messengers for Olympos so they're the only ones who can travel to the island of woe freely

despite his attitude Papa Shroud never says no to a letter from Papa Nikos (he couldn't say no even if he wanted to)

Mama Shroud gets along really well with the Nikos family, especially with Pan and Mama Nikos

She finds it endearing that Pan is friends with Idia and also shares his interests, she's also impressed by his engineering skills when the underworld trio had to run STYX while they were away,

While Idia was the sort of acting director at STYX, Pan filled in the place of Mama Shroud as chief engineer

He made a backup device that was disconnected from Styx's network so Ortho wouldn't be able to hack it

Pan thinks she's absolutely awesome and that her builds are just the coolest thing ever, when he saw Ortho's Cerberus gear he fanboyed hard

[laelior]

It’s dark in her cabin when Shepard jolts awake in a cold sweat, wrenched out of her sleep by the blaring of an alarm klaxon, red lights blazing from the bulkheads. Her heart hammers loudly somewhere up near her throat and her breath comes in quick, short gasps as she breathes in the smoke and fire and suddenly she can’t breathe at all and– 

Slowly her eyes adjust to the dark, allowing her to take in the details around her.

There’s no alarm klaxon. No acrid smells of electrical fires or explosions heaving her to and fro. No red warnings blink threateningly on her HUD. Air flows freely in and out of her lungs and Kaidan’s arms are loosely draped over her waist as he shifts sleepily beside her. The fish tank glimmers with a muted blue light, casting a soft glow across the cabin. And it is completely, utterly silent except for the subtle, dull thrum of the Normandy SR-2’s engines that permeate through the bulkheads.

She inhales deeply through her nose then slowly, deliberately expels the breath through her mouth. 

So. That nightmare again. 

After a few more deep breaths, she carefully disentangles herself from Kaidan’s arms and softly pads her way over to the bathroom. A few splashes of cool water on her face wash away the panicked rhythm of her heart. It takes a few more minutes and several more conscious breathing exercises before she can bring herself to return to her bed and try to squeeze more sleep in.

Kaidan has shifted to lay on his stomach by the time she gets back, splayed out across the bed in a state of total relaxation she hasn’t seen from him in...well, never, really. He’s always carried tension—in his shoulders, in his jaw, in that space between his eyebrows. It’s an artifact of that self-control he values so much. But now, in this moment, it’s gone, melted away somewhere in the depths of his slumber.

Warmth blooms up from deep within her.

She kneels down next to him on the bed, just watching the steady rise and fall of his shoulders as he sleeps, listening to his soft snores. He even drools a little on the pillow where his face pressed up against it. Just a little. 

She leans down and traces a finger along his jaw. He doesn’t even stir. He’s really, truly, dead-to-the-world asleep. She moves her hand up his cheek, feeling the run of his stubble against her palm. He’s always been so clean-shaven before, always smelling faintly of aftershave, but now he just smells of soap and faintly of the oil used to lubricate armor joints, sharp and metallic. 

His hair is soft, a sharp contrast to the prickly veneer of his stubble. He murmurs sleepily when she runs her hands through it. Then something small, a little glint of light, catches her eye, and her hand stills. Little silver flecks of hair near his temples gleam at her. She doesn’t remember that at all. 

It hits her then. Really hits her.

It’s been a year for her, but more than three for him. He is older. 

She knows, in an intellectual sense, that the universe had continued to turn without her. Her stint with Cerberus hadn’t afforded her much time to reflect on it, and she’d studiously avoided thinking about it during her period of house arrest. But now, to be confronted with real, physical evidence of it, written on Kaidan’s face….

It’s easy to think that the universe had simply stopped for two years while she’d been gone. It’s easy to think that time had stopped its normal flow to wait for her, Bethany Shepard, to catch up. It’s stupid and selfish, but easier to fill in the blank space in her timeline with the fiction that everyone around her hadn’t moved on. Easier to avoid thinking about what had happened.

But the universe hadn’t stopped for her, and the proof is written in those little gray hairs she runs between her fingers. It’s etched in the worry lines around his eyes that crease even in his sleepy, relaxed state.

Suddenly, he stirs, stretching his arms out over his head, and rolls back on to his front. The muscles of his chest ripple and stretch just under his skin.

He looks around the cabin, seeming to take in where he is...and who he was with. A warm smile spreads over his face when his eyes settle on her, and suddenly those crows-feet around his eyes are laugh lines, not worry marks. 

“Hey, you,” he says. There’s a soft, dreamy quality to his voice. “Is it morning already?”

She shakes her head. Almost without thinking about it, her hand drifts to touch his cheek. He turns his face toward her hand and brings his own up to lace his fingers through hers. “Middle of the night. Still getting used to the Normandy’s clock?”

“Guess so.” He pulls her hand to his lips, where he lays a soft kiss on the center of her palm. The warmth of his lips sends a thrill down her spine. “What were you doing up?”

“Admiring the view,” she says, giving him a crooked half-smile.

“Mmm. This place has, uh, quite the view.” He chuckles. He’s not talking about the canopy, and they both know it.

“Flirt,” she says softly, eliciting another chuckle from him.

“Guilty as charged.” He stretches again, rolling his shoulders languorously.She lays her other hand on his shoulder, only for him to jerk away sharply. “Cold hand!”

“It’s freezing up here. You’re the nearest source of warmth,” she laughs. Still, she pulls her hands back and rubs them together to warm them up.

“Come here. Let me help you by reaching a state of thermodynamic equilibrium.” He pushes himself up into a sitting position and pulls her in close. So very, very close. Just inches away from her. Her knees graze the tops of his thighs. She drapes her arms around his shoulders, her hands meeting just behind his neck. She leans in, angling her face so her lips just brush his. His scruff lightly tickles her cheek, but then he pauses and pulls back an inch or two like he’s looking past her at something on her desk. “You know, I just realized something,” he murmurs, his voice buzzing in her ears.

“Hmm?” She feigns interest in whatever revelation just hit him while leaning in again, trying to capture his lips with hers. He shifts just enough that she catches his cheek instead, getting a mouthful of his stubble.

“It’s past midnight.”

“Yeah, and?” This time she takes no chances, putting one hand on each of his cheeks to hold him still. All thoughts of trying to get back to sleep have fully flown out of the bulkhead. There’ll be time for sleep when the war is done. But Kaidan, he just smiles and places his hands over her own and looks up at her.

“Happy birthday, Beth,” he says softly, before finally, finally pulling her in for a slow, deep kiss.

It’s some time before she gets back to sleep, but when she does it’s a deep, blissfully dreamless sleep as she’s held safe in Kaidan’s arms.

[shadesofmauve]

Alliance Normandy SR2 redesign: Deck 1

The Alliance refitted Deck 1 for an Admiral, but they were working from the original Cerberus SR2 layout, which is decadent even for the shiniest of top brass. The Illusive Man is absolutely a believer in the Great Man theory of history, and the belief that a Capital-L Alpha-human Leader both requires and deserves luxury. From his point of view, this is the bare minimum. Why is there a fish tank on the stealth frigate? Because the Illusive Man decreed it thus. Then he went back to snorting space-blow off the ass of an asari hooker.

(During the refit, Anderson performed some interesting conversational and logistical gymnastics to keep the giant bed and the fish tank, without seeming like he was personally invested in a big comfy bed and a fish tank).

General note: I drew bulkheads one foot thick throughout. It matches the game's thick walls, makes the plans legible when zoomed out, and allows plenty of space for wiring, plumbing, life support, etc. The ladders and central elevator access every deck of the ship, and the elevator has doors both fore and aft.

Redesign/refinement

The loft is more refined than redesigned. The head is pushed out to use the empty space around elevator, and I added a tiny private cabin for two admiral's aides. (On Rhi Shepard's Normandy these were never completed, which she is deeply thankful for; fraternization is hard enough as it is).

The hull outline comes in and clips the ladders. This is a limitation of plan-view; that is actually the hull outline at the top of the space, where it's narrowest. The ladders aren't hanging outside the ship, they just have slightly less head-room (still not a problem, even for a turian).

Inside the cabin, the L desk is rotated 90 degrees, because no N7 in the world wants to sit with their back to the door. This also makes it more comfortable to have working meetings with subordinates. The extended wing of the folds and can be stowed out of the way under the rest. Pushing the head out into the corridor also means better visibility and more usable pace here.

To the left of the door, a small stowable table is a space for more casual conversations or private meals. It's also a place for more formal meals; with the L of the desk folded away, the small table can actually extend to seat eight, allowing the admiral to wine-and-dine visiting dignitaries or senior staff.

Rhi Shepard refers aloud to her model ship collection, but in her heart they're toy ships. The lack of fish is absolutely NOT because of her horrible track record with previous fish; it's because using the stealth systems means accumulating a lot of heat, and water is an excellent auxiliary place to store heat. It may not seem like much next to the ship's massive built-in heat-sinks, but every little bit helps, and with an estimated 4' height, that is a 485 gallon fish tank*.

*Thank you Aquarium Volume Calculator, which is also how I learned that aquarium stocking sizes are given in "inches of fish." This tank can hold about 598 inches of fish. A marvel.

The seating area is basically unchanged, except that admirals rate their own coffee maker. I also added a frosted translucent panel dividing the living/entertaining area from the sleeping area, because sometimes you want to entertain guests without feeling that all focus is on the sybaritic splendor of your bed. The panel also displays media (from either direction).

Normandy redesign posts

Intro

Loft

Command

Crew

Engineering

Hangar

[gammaraydeath]

isn't there a hc that miranda picks the engine room in her romance scene because it's the only place that isn't bugged/the hum of the engine drowns out other sounds? bc that always just makes me think well what about the other romances. i guess by that point edi's been unshackled so she's not sending any audio data to cerberus anyway but the idea of some audio analyst emailing TIM like "um you might want to hear this sir"' and it's his expensive pro-human frankenstein project boinking a turian is very very funny to me

[yuurei20]

Ortho Updated Facts Part 11: Ortho and his Parents

When Ortho’s alert of Malleus' overblot reaches STYX the Director responds “What if the worst has happened to everyone on the island, including our boys..?"

The Chief Engineer refers to herself as one Ortho’s parents and Ortho refers to the two of them as mom and dad.

When speaking to Ortho the Chief Engineer says, “You really do take after your brothers,” so Idia’s parents may have adopted robot-Ortho into their family as a third son rather than as a replacement for their second.

Ortho thanks them for treating him like a member of the family and insists that he wants to take on the dangerous mission of infiltrating Malleus’ domain as he doesn’t want them to lose another of their beloved sons (in reference to Idia), saying, “This is what I want…what both of us want,” possibly in reference to both himself and human-Ortho.

The Chief Engineer responds, “You’re one of our beloved sons, too,” and the family shares a promise hug.

When Malleus starts trying to destroy Ortho his parents respond by putting all the CHARON into termination mode and diverting all energy to their technomantic cannons in order to distract Malleus. When a staff member cautions that they will fry their generators the Director responds, “Do it anyway!”

Ortho manages to escape Malleus’ domain with the data he was sent in to collect and is found with his Cerberus gear floating in the water outside of Malleus’ barrier, possibly in a reference to the original animated Pinnochio movie.

His parents are relieved.

Ortho apologizes for losing the two android dogs that his mother made for him and she responds, “What matters most is that you made it out safely,” saying that she can fix them up again after their components are retrieved. The Director welcomes Ortho home and the family shares another hug.

It is Idia and Ortho’s parents who come up with the idea of making dream-based contact with those within Malleus’ domain to approach Malleus from inside his own worlds: “If we can't do anything from the outside, we have to work from the inside instead.”

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

You would have the biggest chance of knowing out of all the people I know, do you have any insight as to why Ortho’s gears only ever show either his eyes or his mouth at any given time?

I've actually talked about it before! You can read that post here. There's also this follow-up post. To summarize, no official reason is given as to why robo!Ortho is not depicted with his full face. Many fans theorize that only robo!Ortho's eyes or mouth (but not both at the same time) are visible because it pains Idia to stare at the "full face" of his deceased younger brother. Indeed, the only instance we see of robo!Ortho's full naked face is at the end of book 6, when the "true" Ortho speaks with Idia one last time after his OB. However, that's not the face of the robo!Ortho we know and love so this doesn't really count.

I think that theory holds only if Idia designed all of Ortho's gears... which is patently false. Fairy Gear was designed by Crewel, and it is highly unlikely that Idia tells his traumatic backstory to professors (especially since he doesn't seem particularly close with the aggressive, assertive Crewel). Ortho designs his Rabbit Gear himself while visiting Clock Town for White Rabbit Fest; Idia is not physically around, so Ortho has no diegetic reason to intentionally design the Rabbit Gear to obscure half of his face. Finally, Cerberus Gear was designed by his mother, STYX' Chief Engineer. It is made very clear that Mrs. Shroud is warm, bubbly, loves robo!Ortho, and considers him like her third son, so it makes less sense to project Idia's anxieties about looking into the face of a dead family member onto Mrs. Shroud too.

Though perhaps less emotionally impactful, I think it's more likely that this design choice was made not with consideration to Idia's in-universe trauma, but rather as an aesthetic choice + to differentiate OG!Ortho from robo!Ortho. Again, this is probably why we see OG!Ortho's full face at the end of book 6 but never robo!Ortho's full face.

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

The Babysitter (18)

I Love You

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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I Love You

Your heart shatters as you walk in the heavy downpour, the rain mixing with the tears streaming down your face as block out everything around you. The sound of rain thrashing against the concrete, the engines of cars, and the laughter of people in surrounding buildings all fade into the background, the noises fuzzy while your mind reels.

Completely losing yourself to the torment of your own thoughts, you miss how your name is desperately called out and how Wanda's steps quickly approach when she runs after you, only noticing when her arm reaches out to stop you.

"Y/n," she whispers, voice raw with emotion and eyes brimming with tears. You still due to her hold on you and turn slowly to look at her, taking in her features through watery eyes while letting her hands move to cup your face. "Detka," she murmurs, her own heart shattering at the sight of you so destroyed at what happened.

You don't say anything, another tear spilling from your eyes as you look into her pained ones.

"It's not what you think," she says, pushing back some of the wet hair that's fallen in front of her face.

"He kissed you," you mutter, the whole interaction replays in your mind while you try to focus on what else happened besides the kiss as it was distorting the way you remembered the interaction. All you could remember though was his hands cupping her cheeks, his lips pressed against hers, causing your heart to break a little more and insecurities to build inside you.

"Exactly, he kissed me," she emphasises, your mind now remembering how her arms moved to his chest to push him off, not returning the kiss at all, "I didn't want to kiss him."

You remain quiet, letting the rain continue its onslaught on you both while you stand on the pavement. You think about Melina's words, trying your absolute best to consider Wanda's side of it, trying to look at it from her perspective and not be rash but all that happens is you remember her hesitance.

"You hesitated." Her brows furrow at your words, the confusion and insecurity that's surfaced in your eyes replacing the hurt. "Why did you hesitate?" When she struggles to respond, you let out a sigh, lowering your head and avoiding her gaze. "You considered it, didn't you?" the tone of your voice almost pleads her to prove you wrong, prove that she didn't consider getting back with him.

"No," she says, her voice laced with honesty and desperation to show you that she didn't. "I hesitated because... all I could think about was the man I fell in love with all those years ago." Slowly, you raised your gaze to meet her own, astonished by the amount of emotion swirling in her eyes. "All I could think about was how much he changed, how much I hated him now."

Her hands are still cupping your cheeks, her thumbs wiping the rain and tears off your cheeks as you both stay locked in the moment. You simply both gaze into each other's eyes, losing yourself in her eyes like you always do before breaking the intimate stare.

"He still loves you," You say more out loud to yourself then her, his words causing doubt to stir inside you. He could provide for her better. He's the more stable option. He's the twins' father-

"I don't love him," she murmurs, stepping closer to you and letting her fingers softly brush your soaking hair out of your face. "I don't want him," she whispers, her eyes staring into your own with nothing but love and tenderness. "I want you Y/n. I love you."

Your heart splits into two at her words, part of you revelling with joy because she loves you, but the other half breaks once more as insecurities and doubts gnaw painfully at you. Your mothers words ring around inside your head, Vision's subtle little smirk after kissing Wanda, the pain and grief of the last time you heard those words joining the vile words of your mother.

Noticing the conflict on your face, seeing that disheartened and insecure look in your eyes, Wanda brings you out of the spiral of thoughts, sensing the things your mother had said were making you feel like you were unworthy of her love.

How could someone ever love you?

It won't last, you know?

Do you really think anyone will love you after what you did?

"It's true," she murmurs softly, caressing your cheeks and offering a comforting smile, trying to get you to think like yourself. The thoughts fade away at her soft tone, that gentle tone that causes warmth to take over your chest and calm you down.

"I love you, Y/n. You're all I want. All I could ever want."

The negative and insecure thoughts continue to drift away, your mind now able to comprehend what she's actually saying: she loves you. The revelation makes a small smile break out on your face, her immediately noticing the shift in mood.

"There's my Detka," she murmurs, your hands going to hover at her waist as she leans forwards so she can press her forehead against yours.

"I'm sorry," you sigh out, an apologetic tone lacing your words. "I'm sorry I freaked out-"

"Shh," she gently whispers, hushing your apology, "You don't need to apologise Detka." Her head moves so that her lips can press a featherlight kiss to your forehead, lingering at the wet skin before pulling back and gazing into your eyes.

"I..." You trail off, wanting to say the three words back to her but your throat closing up, the anxiety around the words stopping you. As always, she notices and understands you're not ready, pressing another soft kiss on your cheek before moving to ghost her lips over yours.

"You don't have to say it if you're not ready," she murmurs and her just being so, so perfect, makes you want to say it even though you can't.

"You're everything I want and more," you whisper with a raw tone, trying to convey the love you feel for her in your gaze and words. "You own my heart, Wanda, and because of you, I don't have to make an effort to be happy again. You're my everything."

Wasting no time, her lips crash to yours and the whole world seems to stop. All you can feel is the way her lips meet your own, the way her hands are cupping your cheeks, her body pressing up against yours. It's her, it's all her and that's all you want.

***

Your back hits the door as her body pushes you up against it, the contrast between her warm home and the bitter wind and rain causing a pleasant feeling to flow through you as you heat up a little.

Your whole body soon feels like it's on fire though when her lips press to your own again, her tongue dominantly sliding into your mouth and taking control. Her hands move to your soaked hair, pushing the wet strands back as they fall between your faces while your mouths crash back together.

She steals your breath away, both literally and figuratively as her lips are relentless and that sultry look in her eyes short cuts your brain. The look of pure desire and want causes an unbearable heat to build between your thighs as her body presses further against you, leg slotting between your legs.

A small moan leaves you at the action, your head lolling back while you pant for breath. The older woman takes this as an opportunity to mark your neck once more, letting her teeth scrape down the sensitive skin, which causes a shiver to run down your spine, before littering it in hot, open-mouthed kisses.

"Please," you whimper as your hands helplessly hold onto her waist, the submissive tone of your voice not going unnoticed by her.

"Please what?" she teases with a low tone, pulling away from your neck to admire your dishevelled state. Her eyes scan over your own, watching the way they somehow darken even more before glancing down to your lips, admiring the way your tongue subconsciously wets them. "You have to use your words Detka."

Her lips ghost yours, waiting eagerly for your response but you're rendered speechless by her, too consumed by your arousal to voice what you want.

"Wanda, please," you whisper once more, the desperate look enough to make her take mercy on you. Her hands guide yours to her blouse, helping you unbutton it before shrugging the item off, leaving her in a white lace bra. "Fuck," the word spills from your lips in an enamoured tone, your mind unable to comprehend how someone can be this beautiful.

As your lingering look comes to an end, she pulls away, hooking a finger in the belt loop of your jeans to pull you with her until her back reaches the wall near the stairs. Her hands roam your body while yours do the same to hers, confidence building in you at every little sensual sigh and low moan.

"Fuck Detka," she groans when you suck on the juncture of her neck, her fingers tangled in your locks as you mark her neck. She tugs your head back and manoeuvres so she can walk up the stairs while keeping you close.

It's as if the world would end if you stopped touching each other, the contact necessary to live as the two of you refused to part on the way to her room. You lost track of how many times you pinned each other to a nearby wall, unable to control yourselves as you passionately pour all your emotions into every kiss.

Eventually, you make it to her room, her body swiftly straddling your lap as her hands drift down your body, pulling on the bottom of your shirt.

"Is this ok?" she murmurs, her tone soft and gentle contrasting the hungry and rough kisses.

"Yes," you sigh out, voice laced with neediness as you look up into her enticing eyes. "I need you, please," the way you look at her indicates what you want, the older woman's gaze softening when she sees how much you desire her touch.

"Tell me to stop and I will," she whispers against your lips, pushing you back so you're laid on the mattress with her soft body on top. You move your arms so she can easily pull your shirt over your head, her eyes drifting down your body while she bites her lower lip. "You're beautiful Dekta," she husks out against your lips, pressing her mouth to yours briefly before letting her kisses trail down your jaw and neck. You blush at her words and the way she takes in your body, breath hitching when her kisses travel lower to your collarbone.

Her hands glide up your body, feeling all the soft skin under her fingertips and enjoying the way your muscles twitch under her touch, moving them until they reach around your back to unclasp your bra. Her eyes ask the silent question causing you to nod, her fingers swiftly taking the item off.

"Oh fuck," you moan out, hands shooting out to grasp at her hair when her tongue licks down the valley between your breasts, pressing sensual kisses around your nipple before casting her gaze up, holding the eye contact, and taking your breast into her mouth. A lewd noise is ripped from the back of your throat at the way her tongue swirls around your sensitive skin, her hand moving to your neglected breast and giving it attention.

Your fingers thread properly into her locks, the soft hair heavenly to touch as her mouth works wonders on you, moving to the other breast and letting her fingers pinch and pull your now wet nipple to make you groan beneath her.

When she pulls back, a string of saliva is attached from her mouth to your chest making you curse at how hot she looks peering up at you with that dominant and seductive look. Her thumb moves to her lips to remove it, the action fuelling your arousal as she smirks at the way your breath hitches at her movements, deciding to torment you a little more. Her face returns to yours, lips pressing against yours for a bruising kiss before pulling back and moving to whisper in the shell of your ear,

"Remember what I said to you on our first night," her tone is sultry while her teeth nibble gently on your ear lobe, a small hum escaping you as that's all you can manage in response. "I said I was going to ruin you Detka, and I will," she chuckles at the way you moan at her words, her index finger moving to the base of your neck so she can drag it teasingly down your body. Her nail scrapes softly at your skin, travelling down your desperate body, between your breasts, over your stomach until it reaches the waistband of your jeans, slipping a finger under briefly before taking it out as she gauges your reaction.

"Please," you whimper, eyes pleading her to finally touch you. "Please, I need you so bad, Wanda please," you beg and her lips silence you, a moan being muffled by her mouth.

"Hush Detka," she coos a little condescendingly and you're embarrassed at how much that turns you on, "I've got you, I'll take care of you." Effortlessly, her hands unfasten your jeans and slide them down your legs, you helping completely rid the item and watching as her fingers glide over the expanse of your thighs.

The green in her eyes has completely disappeared, replaced by hunger and desire as she takes in your needy form panting in anticipation while her fingers inch closer and closer to your dripping core.

A moan spills from your lips as your head lolls back when her fingers finally meet your soaked panties, hips pathetically bucking at the small action. She smirks at your reaction, letting her fingers slowly circle your clit through the fabric, gradually building the pleasure inside you. As she persists with her deliberately slow pace, your hips move against her hand, grinding unabashedly as you crave to feel her doing more.

"So needy, so desperate," she mutters against your lips, claiming them while she removes the drenched fabric from your body, your heart beating wildly in your chest. "So wet," she purrs when her fingers slide through your folds, your arousal coating her digits. A sinful noise escapes you at the feeling of her circling your clit, pleasure taking over all your senses, hands moving to clutch desperately at the sheets by your side.

"Wanda," you sigh out when her fingers move lower, a moan leaving her lips at the way you say her name. You're about to say her name again but it's interrupted by a broken moan when she slides a finger inside you and slowly starts to thrust it inside you.

"That's it baby," she praises, knowing how much you liked it last time, "Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well." You moan once again when she adds another finger, pumping both long, slender digits inside you and curling them beautifully inside you. Her leisurely pace soon vanishes when she seems to struggle holding back, teasing herself as well as you at how slow she was fingering you.

"Fuck!" you scream, her mouth claiming yours to muffle the noises she rips from the back of your throat as her fingers speed up, fucking you at a merciless pace. Her thumb moves to circle your clit, adding to the overwhelming pleasure as your hips grind frantically against her hand.

Her free hand moves to interlock with yours, placing it near your head and squeezing it encouragingly as your orgasm approaches quickly, her mouth parting from yours to whisper soft words.

"I've got you Detka, you can let go," you whimper in response, your legs trembling at the amount of pleasure coursing through your body. "Come for me," at her command, you crash head first into your orgasm, a string of moans spilling from your lips while you ride out your powerful release. She presses soft kisses over your face as you come down from your high, tilting your head to catch her lips for a passionate kiss.

"That was..." you sigh out, too blissed out to describe to her the way she sent you all the way to heaven.

"Amazing? Fantastic? The best you've ever had?" she mutters playfully, a chuckle escaping you as she knows it's the first time and therefore the best.

"Don't get too smug," you say, smiling up at her. Her lips tug upwards as she mirrors your content expression while you try and regain your composure.

"Can you do one more?" she asks while letting her teeth bite down on her lower lip, becoming irresistible. Your eyebrows raise at her question, body craving to feel her once again so you nod, letting her take a hold of your hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Swiftly, she removes her remaining clothes, her true beauty on show as she straddles your lap completely bare. It was as if Aphrodite crafted her body, sculpting it to perfection.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" she murmurs against your lips, your hands travelling down her body to where she guides you to. She lets you slide a finger through her folds, groaning into the kiss at feeling wet she is, how wet she is because of you. "You drive me insane," she moans out, your finger delicately circling her clit before her hand stops you, a confused expression taking over your face. "I want to try something," she explains, a smirk tugging at her lips as you watch her get into position.

A guttural moan escapes you when her dripping core meets your own, grinding down gently to cause pleasure to consume your body. Her hands brace themselves above your head, interlocking your fingers as she grinds down against you unabashedly.

"Y/n," she moans out near the shell of your ear, a pitiful noise escaping you at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. The sensation of her clit brushing yours, the small sighs being released next to your ear and the fact you just orgasmed causes your next one to rapidly build. Your fingers tighten the grip on Wanda's, your hips bucking up in search of more friction to send you over the edge but restricted by the body on top of you.

A desperate noise rips from the back of your throat when she grinds a little harder, her mouth moving to press against yours momentarily before pulling back and gazing into your eyes.

"Wanda," you groan out, hoping by the way your body starts to tense and tremble she gets the hint that you're close.

"Hold it," she sighs out, grinding even harder and faster against you, the relentless pleasure wracking through your body causing you to throw your head back against the mattress.

"Please," the tone of your voice is nothing but submissive, laced with desperation as you plead the woman to let you come.

"Just a little longer," she pants out, nearing her own release as she thrusts her hips down against you, cursing lowly in Sokovian at the way your soaking cunt feels against hers. "Fuck, come with me Detka," she groans against your lips, both of you falling over the edge.

The room fills with quieting moans and sighs as you ride out the aftershocks of your powerful orgasms, your body twitching under hers as your body buzzes with a slight overstimulated feeling.

A few moments later, soft fingers brush along your jawline and at your cheek, coaxing you to open your eyes and look at her. She smiles tenderly down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before moving off you, pulling your body closer to cuddle into her side.

"I'm sorry about earlier," you murmur into the tranquil room, your head resting on her shoulder as your fingers trace random patterns on her skin, her hands scratching up and down your back.

"Detka-"

"No, please let me finish," you interrupted with a soft voice, tilting your head to look up at her. "I shouldn't have reacted in that way and assumed things without letting you say your side of it." You gauge her reaction to your words, her features softening, "I'm sorry."

"Thank you for apologising," she murmurs back, understanding that you felt like you had to apologise to her even though, in her opinion, you didn't need to. It was an appropriate reaction to seeing someone else kiss the person you care about but she could sense a certain guilt inside you, making her drop the subject.

The two of you remain quiet, simply embracing the moment together and relaxing into each other's arms, the comfort of her body slowly lulling you to sleep.

"Not yet Detka," Wanda whispers, waking you up a little bit to which you groan drowsily at, " You need to get cleaned up and go to the bathroom before we can sleep." You want to protest, too sleepy to do anything but the semi-stern look the older woman shoots your way for not wanting to do any sort of aftercare makes you begrudgingly slip out of the bed to listen to her.

Wanda does the same and helps your tired form, cooing loving phrases as the exhaustion from your orgasms catches up on you, scuffing your feet across her room back to the bed. A content smile plays on her lips at the way you steal one of her shirts and slip it on before joining her in bed, snuggling as close as you possibly could to her.

"I love you," she whispers into your hair as you drift off into a peaceful sleep, unable to stop the smile that forces its way onto her face.

She would never have thought that you, the babysitter, would have been the person to make her feel loved again, but here you were, giving her everything she wanted and more. 

[marabarl-and-marlbara]

another subaru sketch this morning; less nauseous, skipping church to take my mom to a candy store today; feel a bit less sick, keep getting waves of nausea and pain; oughta have letters done today; finished the second story in the fifth head of cerberus by gene wolf yesterday--reminded me of engine summer but i liked engine summer more; just want to write; thinking this:ll be the last batch of letters i:ll do except if people request them, just don:t have much time lately--i like writing the letters but i don:t like the crunch at the end of the month that i never have the time to actually finish, plus it:s more fun for me if the person actually wants the letter (a lot of the letters are just me finding 28 different ways to talk to myself).

[evtsev]

I bring you my Medic OC.

The only thing I can tell you is that the doctor loved and, in principle, loves to experiment. In addition to fighting, he came up with mad mad stuff and tried to bring them to life. Most often, the work took place with live small animals, healthy and sick. Most often, his ideas simply died. The only semi-successful and alive one remained - Cerberus, a small barking-meowing piece of slime, capable of regeneration. The doctor often consulted with the Engineer about the endurance of some devices in particular.

At one point, when the doctor's fantasies took hold of him again, an incident occurred, after which it took months to restore the medical office ... But the doctor's recovery became impossible. Upon awakening, he even had to remember his name. It cannot be said that whatever exploded did not affect Augustus, on the contrary - he became the one ... the team is afraid of. The exception is Pyro, who keeps the doctor company most often.

Fourpals is now a kind of prop, wandering around the base, hardly needed by anyone, still as creative and trying to help everyone. Not manly, his character, it seems, has also undergone changes, has become softer, or something... To harm one of his relatives (or just someone who treats him kindly) is the worst sin. Despite such a miserable fate, he sometimes crosses paths with a nurse who was taken to replace a medic. He is very afraid of him but tries to be polite👽

To sum it up: Fourpals, Augustus, Doc, Tall Doc - it doesn't matter - very kind, hoping to help and bring his ideas to life. A little lonely, which is why he suffers a little, but "madmen are most often lonely" (read the life story of Emmanuel Kant). He is sometimes visited by Pyro, with whom they chat a lot, draw... The old 3m man is very happy about such moments and is very afraid of losing his only permanent patient. Still an inveterate experimenter.

Sometimes clumsy because of his height and long limbs (for which he had to alter his robe). About his right side - he does not feel anything with it, neither touch nor cold. It is hardly noticeable, but August hides small feathers under his clothes and tries to remove them from his face. There are not many of them, and they do not scatter like a carpet. Also, on the lower pair, you can see small claws. He is simply tired of cutting them. On one of his lower hands, he wears a "compressor," as he says. Why? I think he's the only one who can tell...

This cat face can be trusted!

[songofwizardry]

i want to know what the fuck has been going on in the cerberus assembly that has led to ludinus da'leth being able to cast a 9th level dunamancy spell (raveous void). the implications are fascinating. their beacon research/reverse engineering dunamancy has really been going well huh.

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Ortho Shroud - Cerberus Gear Voice Lines

Just a small reminder that Cerberus Ortho does not have a vignette.

When Summoned: Leave it to S.T.Y.X to handle magical calamities. We'll show that we have the world's greatest technological abilities!

Summon Line: Nii-san... Everyone, just you wait. I'll definitely come and save you all.

Groooovy!!: This is something that only I can do. That's why I have to go. This is the strength of my... "our" own determination!

Home: AI Data, migration completed.

Swap Looks: Resuming mission.

Home Idle 1: You can hide behind me. Don't worry, this body has high durability. No matter what happens, I'll protect you.

Home Idle 2: As long as I have this gear, I should be able to break through any strong magical barriers. I'll cut a path through.

Home Idle 3: The drive system and energy consumption is the pinnacle of efficiency. Mom's engineering skills are definitely top notch...

Home Idle - Login: Retrofitting complete. Commencing specialized anti-magical calamity functions with the 【Cerberus Gear】 attachment.

Home Idle - Groovy: We will definitely eliminate all disasters that emanate from blotting. That is both the mission and purpose of S.T.Y.X.

Home Tap 1: KB-RS01 gets its sustenance from electricity. But, for some reason, it also kind of likes pastries. Not that it can eat it, though.

Home Tap 2: The engineering division of S.T.Y.X is packed full of elite engineers. They all seem to be super interested in all the cutting-edge technology in my gear, too.

Home Tap 3: They both might be the pessimistic, downer types, but they're really reliable in a pinch. My dad and brother are really similar.

Home Tap 4: What's my brother like when we're back home? He's pretty much the same. He'll use chat functions to talk to the employees, and doesn't really talk to them, for the most part.

Home Tap 5: Careful! It's dangerous to reach out so suddenly like that. KB-RS02 might switch on his battle mode.

Home Tap - Groovy: The strongest person in our family has got to be my mom. She's usually nice, but... When she gets angry, she's really scary and no one's a match for her.

Duo: [ORTHO]: Let's clear this lickety-split, Nii-san! [IDIA]: Leave it to your big bro, Ortho!

Requested by @rotattooill.

[felassan]

Email from Modiphius:

"MASS EFFECT NEWS! Mass Effect The Board Game and Mass Effect Miniatures are almost here! Commander Shepard, it’s time to suit up—the galaxy needs you again! Mass Effect The Board Game - Priority: Hagalaz is coming very soon! But here’s some top secret data just for you: we’re also releasing a range of high quality resin Mass Effect Miniatures! You can use these miniatures to upgrade the plastic miniatures and tokens in the base game, or field them in any miniatures skirmish game (like Five Parsecs from Home), and they’re great for for miniatures collectors and Mass Effect fans everywhere! Find out more on our Mass Effect blog and get a tease of the miniatures representing the crew of the Normandy, including both male and female Shepard minis (with optional helmets) and Wrex and Tali (with detachable drone)! If you haven’t already, sign up for Mass Effect news here, so you can be among the first to find out when pre-orders for Mass Effect The Board Game - Priority: Hagalaz and our Mass Effect Miniatures launch VERY soon! Until then, stay vigilant. The galaxy is counting on you."

[source: email from Modiphius]

Images of the miniatures (Sheps, Garrus, Liara, Tali, Wrex)

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Info from the associated blogpost:

"Mass Effect Miniatures By Gavin Dady Art by David Benzal October sees the launch of Mass Effect The Boardgame - Priority: Hagalaz. In it, Commander Shepard and their band of loyal squadmates take on a new mission to explore a crashed Cerberus Cruiser on the storm-wracked world of Hagalaz. Within the cruiser they will face many dangerous enemies, from the survivors of the Cerberus crew, native life and even the dangerous captives and experiments that Cerberus were keeping aboard the ship. The enemies are represented by thick, full colour, illustrated card tokens in the game, but Modiphius are also producing a range of 32mm, multipart miniatures to compliment them. As with our previous Fallout and The Elder Scrolls miniatures, these are highly detailed resin collectors miniatures.    In this first phase of miniatures, we are concentrating on the core sets required to build up the forces for the board game. The first of these is The Heroes of the Normandy Alpha. It includes six miniatures in alternative poses for the PVC sculpts from the board game.  Commander Shepard is represented in both male and female versions. Armed with the M-8 Assault Rifle or her M-3 pistol and Omni-blade, Shepard is ready to take the fight to their enemies. Shepard also comes with optional parts to depict them with either bare head or their iconic helmet from their N7 armour. The former C-Sec officer, Garrus Vakarian, has been by Shepard’s side from their earliest days as a SPECTRE and is depicted in his role as one of the galaxy’s premier snipers (arguments about who is the better shot between Shepard and Garrus aside). Garrus is depicted with his signature M-92 Mantis rifle, repaired armour and the scars he gained as The Archangel. Next amongst Shepard’s staunch allies is Dr. Liara T’soni. A powerful Asari biotic, expert on the ancient Prothean race and, secretly, the powerful underworld figure The Shadowbroker. Liara  is depicted initiating one of her powerful biotic abilities, energy crackling around her hand. Tali’Zhora Nar Rayya is the young Quarian that Shepard first met whilst pursuing the rogue SPECTRE Saren. Tali is a gifted engineer and staunch advocate for the Quarian people. She is depicted with her drone, Chatika, who can be modelled attached to Tali’s Omni-tool, or kept separate to act as a marker during gameplay. Rounding out the squad is Urdnot Wrex, the veteran mercenary and leader of Clan Urdnot. Wrex is a powerhouse in battle, utilising biotic abilities, a powerful M-300 Claymore shotgun and, more than once, a well placed head-butt. As well as these miniatures, we are also producing further sets to compliment the boardgame, including Reaper Forces, Cerberus Troops and some of the Priority Threats that you will face as you make your way through the crashed cruiser. These sets are ideal for upgrading the tokens in the base game, or for use in any miniatures skirmish game (like Five Parsecs from Home) or for miniatures collectors everywhere. Look out for special collectors and gameplay bundles available exclusively from Modiphius  when the Mass Effect Board Game pre-orders go live soon! In the meantime, you can sign-up for more Mass Effect news here."

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[eldritch-spouse]

Can you tell me more about Kalymir's hell hounds? What do they look like what are they used for? Can I pet them?

Well. They look like an inferior cerberus, vaguely. They're quite large, Kalymir obviously fancies breeds that are larger than him and quite murderous.

I have no set visual reference for them, but they have hard keratin protrusions on several parts of their bodies generally. Some of them have bony faces and snouts, generally dark in coloration. They work closely with actual cerberi.

They're guards, they're war animals, and they're used to aid cerberi regulate traveling between Hell Rings, as well as stop demons from just carelessly entering random rifts to the surface. Kalymir usually only cares for animals that can aid him in acts of war or terrorizing others, so it's safe to say a lot of species in Wrath have been manipulated and forcibly tamed/engineered to serve such a purpose. Just like his nuckelavee steeds.

Can you pet one? Sure! You probably won't get to keep your limbs intact, but knock yourself out. In fact, trying to pet anything from Wrath is a wonderful idea! ((dripping sarcasm))

Kalymir will not help you in this. Like any standard dog breed, a Hell hound will sense fear and hesitation in you immediately. Even if you are entirely self-assured, they'll still snarl at you openly. You bare the size and smell of prey, so you'll have to frighten them to prove that you're more than just a snack. How you achieve this is what makes things interesting. Provided the King is around, the hounds will not attack you, for they know Kalymir can flip them upside down easily.