#dark fae kill code

[sourtomatola]

Finally got this sucker out! 5200 words! Chapter summery:

Dinner time! Can Eclipse be trusted? Can you be trusted? CAN I BE TRUSTED?! Eat up :)

[catcr4ft]

Lucien’s Pokémon team would be mostly comprised of fire types… and a surprising amount of dark types, as well as like (1) fairy (the fairy is tied to her character arc) her ace is def hisuian typlosion, she has a volcarona, a liepard, maybe a small fire or dark type and a glass canon/powerful sweeper pokemon

[catspawcreates]

Ah! Entity! I love him so much 💕 Thank you for the art of my spooky guy!

spooky guy

Attack on the Entity made by @catspawcreates

His pose made me struggle but I was determined to make something

[descendantsramblings]

Just a short cute thing where Fem! Reader and Maleficent are dating and Mal just loves teasing her gf by turning into her dragon form in small

Pure fluff, thank u :>

“Short cute” is speaking my language rn. So glad to be back to writing long stuff but between these and writing a layout for a Dead Boy Detectives fic I needed a good head canon or Drabble 🖤

Also I wrote and edited this whole thing while on the clock at work so forgive me if something is a little odd, I HATE typing on mobile because it’s easier to get typos.

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Maleficent x Reader

Pronouns used: she/her/hers

Summary: watching her girlfriend study can get just so boring

Warnings: descriptions of Maleficent turning into a dragon but it’s really nothing (at least as a horror and body horror fan it’s absolutely nothing but I’ll warn you just in case), fluff

Word Count: 1.1K

Pic because finding gifs of my girl (who’s almost always background or literally on Hades lol) is so hard

She can’t say no one warned her. Of course, Maleficent thought her girlfriend hung the sun, she was humanities own light source. All aglow when she was excited and warm enough that the dark fae was constantly convinced she had a fever. She was obsessed with her, but that doesn’t mean the rest of her friends lied when they said dating a hero kid could get so boring. Not that (Y/n) in general was boring, it was actually pretty easy to get her running around with the villains, but when she felt like being good? She could get obnoxiously good. Like straight As helping out in soup kitchens type of good. Which if the pixie was honest, she found that side of her girlfriend extremely endearing. Sometimes she even wonders if that sweet half of her is what saw Maleficent as worthy for her. Not that she’d ever admit to that out loud, it would wreck her image. If the fact that she could watch the girl complete mundane tasks in complete infatuation didn’t already kill her image. Or at least she normally could watch her like that.

The girl had been studying for an hour, rewriting her notes in a decorative and color coded way that she swore made it easier for her to study. “Rewriting it makes me think about it harder, Mali. Engraves it into my memory.” It sounded like an excuse to her, seemed to her that the girl just liked to look at pretty things. Not that she minded, whatever she wanted to do was fine by her, (Y/n) was her own woman. And Maleficent loved to be the pretty thing she was looking at, so who was she to complain about other ones? But Mali was starting to wonder if she and Tinkerbell had something in common. If she didn’t get her girlfriend’s attention soon she was sure she’d just fall over and just die. She was growing weaker by the second, she was positive of that. And getting the girl’s attention away from swirling pretty calligraphy into a notebook was proving to be impossible.

Every nuzzle to her neck was met with a playful push. Kissing her face just earned the pixie a “Mali, doll, I’m working.” It was infuriating. Why let her in if (Y/n) only planned on ignoring her? Her pale arms make their way around the princess’ waist, face falling against the girl’s back with a dramatic sigh. “I’m almost done, Doll. Just two more pages.” Two more? That won’t do, she needs more attention now. “Come on,” she drags the word out pulling away from her girlfriend with a whine. “Since when are you so good?” “I’ve always been good, Doll. You’re the villain between us, remember?” She uncaps a different pen, readjusting the notebook before her. “You don’t seem so good when you’re out running around with me and the other VKs. You ask how high when Uliana says just just like Morgie does.” It gets her a hum, pen tapping against the page in the speedy pattern. “Yeah well, if I make Uli happy she’ll do my hair. No one else here can braid like she can.” Mali laughs, “Fine, then if we can’t cuddle, let’s go see if she’ll do your hair. Give me something.” “I’ll be done soon.” She scoffs, lightly smacking the back of the girl’s shoulder, “You said you were doing homework.” (Y/n)’s eyes roll, sparing the girl a look over her shoulder, “Studying is homework, Mali.” Now her eyes roll, throwing herself back on the bed, “This isn’t studying. Studying is reading over notes, this is some other thing.” She hums, “Maybe that’s why my grades are higher than yours.” It’s a playful remark, the girl poking her tongue out at the pixie before turning back to her work.

She wants to play? Okay, they can play. She cuts a look to the girl, a pen cap held loosely in her mouth as she delicately drags a pen brush across a page. She was distracted enough. Turning into a large dragon took far too much energy from her, but a small one? One that could fit right in the girl’s lap? That was easy. Maleficent could barely feel it as her bones gave way. Shoulder blades and vertebrae stretching out to form the structure of wings. Purple scales forcing their way through pale skin, tearing their way into veins to beseen. She hasn’t let wings of any kind come out in so long, it felt heavenly. The stretch making her suppress a whimper. She desperately needed to do this more, instead of just when she felt the need to harass her way into getting what she wants.

Slowly, careful not to make too much noise, she flaps her wings, once, twice. By the third time, when she realized the sound wasn’t alerting (Y/n), she knew she could take flight. Fluttering through the dorm, she lands on the girl’s dresser, blowing a small puff of flames onto a candle then settling beside it. Waiting, glowing green eyes trained on the girl who had playfully become her prey. The smell of smoke would alert her, it always did. Lilac and smoke slowly and softly fill the air, making the princess look up, worried eyes glancing around the room before landing on her dresser. “Really? You’re that desperate for me?” Desperate? No, she was anything but that. While her eyes are away from the page, Maleficent takes flight again, swooping up the pens the girl was using before fluttering over her head.

“Mali, you’re just prolonging how long it will be before I can lay back and cuddle with you. You know that, right?” Her hand shoots up for her pens and the dragon flies closer to the ceiling. “This is ridiculous, you are being ridiculous.” Pens clatter into the wastebasket by the girl’s desk, the dragon swooping in to fill the girl’s lap before she can get up to retrieve them. “Are all fae this needy or just you?” The question is met with a nuzzle against her stomach, the dragon refusing to get too close to her skin in case she’d scratch the delicate stretch of flesh.

Sighing, the girl closes her two notebooks, pushing them to the side before she lays back. “If I take a little study break will you let me finish my work without whining?” The dragon crawls up her stomach, tilting her head to the side. Sweeten the deal. “If we cuddle?” Letting out a sigh, Mali curls up on the girl’s chest, her head laying just so close to her heart she feels as if she’s hearing the lubb-Dubb of it in her own head. “You’re not gonna turn back into a girl for me? Made you wait so long that I only deserve scales?” It’s not a complaint, not a real one at least. Her nails digging into the space between two wings, a glorious scratching sensation that makes Maleficent’s eyes lull closed. She was never above playing if the Royal wanted to play. She was always the winner of the girl’s long games.

[creatorbiaze]

im p tired bc it's past midnight but i had an idea. Honestly just gonna type out my entire thought process so it makes somewhat more sense

So I remembered the 1960 something singing robot & that people have said it was creepy, tbh i think it's partially bc it's Just Off Enough from human speech & in Just The Right pitch to just seem inexplicably odd. Dare I say almost an uncanny effect.

The uncanny valley is my favorite phenomenon in which humans just get Inexplicably Creeped Out by things that're Almost human but Just Wrong Enough that it's obvious there's something wrong. Probably developed as a way to keep humans away from sick or dead things so We don't get sick too.

currently the most common uncanny valley phenomenon is robots & androids.

which reminded me of Ortho. The pretty-close-to-human android. Now I don't know which is scarier; Idia being so insanely good at making androids & robots that Ortho just. doesn't. uncanny valley. despite not having many visibly robotic parts. Or if in-universe everyone's just mildly creeped out by him due to Uncanny.

But , i wonder if Twst even HAS uncanny valley. I mean, there's several Almost Human specieses. Faes, Mers, Beastmen, etc etc. And cursed humans like Idia. So would twst have even developed the uncanny valley effect to the degree we do? I mean, if it was developed to keep us away from Sick Things it definitely still developed, but maybe less so. the oddities are Not Sickness.

Or what if it DID develop the same for various reasons, including an ancient reason TO fear the Almost Humans? Faes in most mythology are dangerous tricksters, Mers & Sirens kill, Beastmen are Visibly not human too, Cursed People could possibly get us targeted, etc.

Maybe being consistently surrounded by the Almost Humans makes it lessen a ton, so 2nd+ years at universities like NRC or just societies where the species interact a lot in general just. dont get creeped out anymore.

Or maybe only Yuu/the MC gets Uncanny Valley'd bc Not From Here. The fear of the Unknown, which the Almost Humans most certainly are, AND the uncanny valley effect is.. not fun to deal with.

Faes are Too Perfect, too elegant, too beautiful, too Flawless. there's something wrong.

Beastmen are just human enough that their animal features are wrong. There's something Not Human in their appearance and Instinctive actions and yet they look so close to humans and act so human. It's not right.

Potions aren't always perfect. The octa trio still act like mers yet they look perfectly human, or maybe they still have slight imperfections; the Tweels have way too sharp teeth, after all. Are they safe?

Idia's... wrong. He's off. He looks Visibly Wrong and he's been around death and Blot for so long that his behavior is subtly wrong too. You're not making it up, right?

and what the hell is Ortho? He's not human but he's none of the Almost Humans either. He acts too human but he still reverts back to code. he doesn't make sense.

And yet even with this instinctive distrust and fear of the others, Yuu still goes out of their way to save them, to help them, to Know them. Yet the feeling of wrongness never goes away.

And maybe it goes both ways. Yuu is not right, they're just off enough from even the normal humans of NRC that everyone can tell they aren't from here at all. An imposter, a false thing, wrong.

of course, twst wouldn't go into uncanny valley territory in canon bc Disney and Its Not Horror; sure plenty of characters have dark or sad back stories but its fun and humorous. But damn the uncanny valley is fun to think about

[noneatnonedotcom]

just having fun with an idea.

for as long as jaune could remember his path was straight forward. he would grow up, training every day of his life since he was seven. he would take up his oaths to protect his country along side his family. he would grow older and find a wife, and raise his own kids in the same way.

the cycle of his life and inevitable death were put in place because of his power, the power that all his family had. It was two different abilities that overlapped with each other. the first was called the binding oath, it was simple, a vow was made the more it restricted you the greater your physical abilities you would increase. it was in reality a tool to enhance virtue and restrict vice. a means to enhance the character of the user rather than something to provide temporal power.

the other was called white martyrdom, it was the sacrifice of abstract advantages in exchange for straightforward power. like explaining the source of his powers, he'd sacrifice his secrecy in exchange for physical prowess.

for most of the family the oaths they made, marriage, the oath of loyalty to the constitution, perhaps even limiting themselves to only a single weapon system was the extent of their oaths. putting them well into the upper echelons of physical abilities.

jaune had a different calling. from the time he was seven, he knew that his first oath would be to the code of chivalry. it was all he could think about, the all-consuming obsession that called to him above all others.

as it would turn out the flowering of his chivalry would be the signal for the return of magic. the return of the family sword and the path to the Fae wilds.

His oath would lead to the dangers his country now faced.

and so he took up the sword. swearing on it to protect the innocent and the divine. to fight with loyalty to those elected by the people of the United States so long as they both served the Constitution. to use only the sword in combat. to choose mercy when possible and take his foe alive if at all actionable. to be a knight in the now dark times he lived in.

the sword would empower these oaths to even greater heights, and he would find that his childhood of training and study would only give him the right to stand at the starting line.

which is why he was here, fighting some beast made of shadow as he tried to kill it before it could make it to the frightened civilians behind him.

the issue wasn't just the one creature fearsome though it was. the issue was that they always came in hoards, striking at distant towns that the other heroes of this age could not reach in time.

each strike had to flow into his footwork as his blade met no resistance moving through the shadow-given form, dissipating the beast back to its base components of mist and darkness. any inefficiency would be paid for in blood.

not his but the blood of the innocent. such things could not be allowed.

a twisting step brought him forward into the next beast cutting through it as more civilians fled past him. his speed such that they all seemed to be moving in slow motion as he stabbed through another with a lunge followed by a vertical slash as the beast behind the one he killed pounced on him through the dissipating shadow.

a dash to the left had him bisecting another, followed by a spin to kill the one that took its place. a jump over a beast that came low opened him up to a diving crow that he had to deflect with a swing of his own knocking him off balance in the air and setting him to a tumble.

in a feat of athleticism, he tucked into a spinning flip and landed on his feet before dashing forward and slashing through four more of the creatures before having to jump back as the long arms of a massive creature he had not noticed before struck the ground he had seconds to hop back further as massive hooves took up the space he had just stood.

the twisted creature was a knuckalavee something held back by the miasma of the ocean in most cases, here the only protection might come from the river.

or his blade.

he jumped for its neck ready to end the fight immediately with his greater speed before he was tackled by a bear-like creature from the side pinning him to the ground as the asphalt cracked beneath him.

this was bad, he was a skilled warrior but even he was still bound by the laws of physics, he immence power meant nothing if he was not in position to use it.

struggling to keep the massive jaws of the beast away from his throat jaune desperately searched for some sort of advantage that might save him. his life flashing before his eyes as the remaining fae beast closed in. It couldn't end like this from just a stupid mistake. the people needed protection!

just as he was about to force the urserin adversary off of him a silver light shown turning the creatures around him to stone before they crumbled away under their own weight.

right... he'd forgotten he was on a date with Ruby when these things attacked.

he'd owe her so many trips to the bakery when he woke up.

darkness took him as he thought that, Ruby's eyes disrupting the magic granting him his strength momentarily resulting in the accumulated damage and exhaustion of his fight hitting him all at once.

there were consequences to having a girlfriend who was anti-magic

[boolger]

I’m dangerous ☆ chapter 7 ☆ COD fanfic

Originally posted on my AO3, where I post all my stuff. Always read the tags of my fanfics. MDNI

[Chapter 1] ☆ [chapter 2] ☆ [chapter 3] ☆ [chapter 4] ☆ [chapter 5] [chapter 6] ☆ [Chapter 7] ☆ [chapter 8]

☆ fem!reader x Kate Laswell ☆ explicit. MDNI. ☆ 7/10 ☆ 2,936 words

☆ Summary: You were a hacker and had been a thorn in the side of the 141 gang for a while, in particular as you tried to find out who the famous leader, Watcher, was. But they refuse to be blackmailed and won’t pay you.

So, to prove that you weren’t just bluffing, but were a serious threat to them, you kidnapped a random woman that you saw coming out from one of their meetings, figuring she was a secretary or girlfriend or something.

Oh, how wrong you were.

☆ Tags: au mob, gang, kidnapping, blackmailing, dub-con, angst, smut, death, grief/mourning, hacking, non-con drug use, bondage, spanking, kissing, rough sex, inaccurate portrayal of mob, suicidal thoughts, mention of blood, violence, more will be added

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The man who walked in was staring at Kate. He was 5’8, with an athletic build and short hair - the details were getting muddled in the darkness. There was only very little light from the hallway, shining in, illuminating the back of the man.

As he pulled his gun and it came into view, your mind felt like it was going to explode.

He was here to kill Kate.

He was here to kill Kate.

He -

Kate.

“Finally I have you, Watcher-“ the main whispered, making panic rise, watching him unlock the safety on the gun, “finally I can—“

You moved out of panic.

It wasn’t that you couldn’t see the temptation of just letting him shoot Kate, step backwards into the bathroom and let him take care of it. You wouldn’t be involved in it, whoever this psycho was. 

Yet, you still moved.

This time you didn’t have a taser, you didn’t have any drugs, hell you barely had a plan. The plan you had was so vague that you were impressed it worked in the seconds it took you to complete it.

Romeo and Juliet was a classic. It had been reinterpreted and recreated over and over again, in so many different ways and in many different mediums, but you had always been fond of the written versions.

In a way you wished you could remember one of the more iconic lines from it, but despite reading it at least once a year, your mind had been poisoned by the years of coding and hacking, from the stress of the last couple of days.

You threw the hardcover book directly at the man who barely managed to say anything before it collided with his face, all the dramatic scenes inside it making him stumble, falling over your laptop abandoned on the floor - and for that moment and that moment only, you felt dangerous.

With a couple of fast steps and quick hands, you pulled the gun out of his hand, flinching as it got off - but you threw it away and picked up what you could always trust.

Your book.

Written words printed on paper couldn't be hacked or changed, not like when it was on the screen.

There was movement around you and you felt pain as the man beneath you struggled, screaming bloody murder as you sat on his chest and just repeatedly slammed your book into his face, feeling his nose crunch one of the times. You might as well have hit him with your fear of emotional attachment.

Light turned on, voices, gunshots, yelling, screaming. 

You were hurting someone, you realised in terror, not to kidnap or in self defence - but because he threatened a mob boss you had somehow found yourself close to.

Violence was never the answer yet you didn’t give a shit, as you slammed Romeo and Juliet onto his face once more, full force.

You were the one screaming you realised, in anger and panic at the same time, as a pair of strong hands pulled you off the intruder, the book ripped from your hand, blood smeared onto the pages. Bleeding into the already tragic words of the story.

“Hey hey hey - It’s alright, Fae,” Gaz’s hands were on your cheeks, the man you had found annoying mere hours before, were suddenly like a beacon in the dark, grounding you and ripping you from the odd nightmare of your mind, “it’s okay, we got him.”

Everything went blurry for a moment, then unblurry - and then you saw Ghost and Price pull out the man you had attacked, pissed themselves, but clearly not at you. They disappeared out of the room and you blinked, Gaz in front of your face again.

“Fae what happened?” He asked, still holding onto your cheeks, maybe to calm you, maybe to make you stop shaking. You weren’t sure, but you felt out of air, just like when you ran away. 

Fear rushing through you for what you had just done.

“Fae - c’mon, speak tae us, lassie,” Soap was there too, brows furrowed, “it’s over now.”

“He - he - I went to the bathroom - and he was there - with a gun - pointed at Ka-Kate oh god is Kate okay, is Kate—“ tears were welling up in your eyes without your permission, fear rushing through you once more at the thought of Kate being killed before you could do anything; it made you want to throw up and you might as well just kill your—

“Sssh, pretty girl,” it was the voice of an Angel, the voice of a goddess, wearing nightclothes and with messy hair, whose pretty fingers pushed away Gaz’ hands, taking their place, “did he say anything, Fae?”

“He - he said finally I have you watcher - and then he aimed the gun at you and I panicked and I threw the book and and—“ 

Kate shushed you gently, leaning forward to rest her forehead against yours.

“Such a good girl,” she whispered and the world stopped spinning while she caressed your cheek, “such a good girl for saving me, thank you.”

Nothing but a whimper was able to leave you, words dying on your tongue, tears welling up once again. You wondered if you looked pathetic, if you should be embarrassed that Soap and Gaz saw this, and heard Kate calling you a good girl.

But you were a good girl once more - even though you didn’t feel particularly good, as you looked down at your bloody hands. Stained, just like all the people around you.

The man turned out to be one Phillip Graves. Another gang leader if you weren’t wrong and you speculated that he was one of the senders of the email interactions. You didn’t want to watch the security footage of him entering the room, even when offered. Your hands still felt dirty, despite having washed them several times. Besides, that still left the mole to be found - but Kate was safe at least. Two guards had died, which you presumed to have been the bump sounds you had heard earlier.

They left you, told you to sleep. To close your eyes and forget everything that just happened.

You didn’t get much sleep that night, despite several people telling you that you were safe.

They all went to deal with Graves and get rid of the bodies of two of his men too, while you laid in Kate’s bed, watching the door.

Waiting for Graves to walk in again..

Constantly hearing the sound of the book connecting with his face. You had broken his nose, split his lip and potentially ruined one of his eyes, they told you. As if you should be proud. The thought made you gag.

Dangerous. You had been dangerous, like you had wanted to seem to Kate at first. But you had never wanted to actually be dangerous, had you? The mere thought of Alice knowing what had happened, made you want to cry.

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It was early morning when Kate reappeared, instantly noticing that you weren’t asleep. Her face softened.

She was dressed differently than earlier, fully in black, hair that had been loose during the night, now pulled back away from her face. You didn’t say anything, your gaze resting on her - she winked at you, barely visible in the dimly lit room, making you huff - then she undressed.

For just a mere moment, you dreamt yourself away into a reality where Kate Laswell weren’t a mobster, merely a business woman or something - that she was your actual partner, coming home from a long shift, to hold you so that the two of you could sleep all night.

Yet, she wasn’t. You watched her walk into the bathroom, only in her bra and panties, turning on the light and hearing her rinse her face - you dared to believe that she wasn’t cleaning off blood. She reappeared just a moment later, hair framing her face, body backlit by the bathroom light. 

The light disappeared before she stepped closer, walking to you in the bed. Her hand was a little cold from the water, but you didn’t mind, leaning into the touch.

“Have you slept at all, Fae?” She asked gently. You shook your head. She climbed the bed, pushing you onto your back and settling in your lap before you could do anything. Kate Laswell was dangerous - you knew,, yet as she straddled you, you wanted to do anything for her. You wanted so badly to be good for her.

One hand rested on the mattress next to your head and the other on your cheek, as she leant over your - your lips meeting, a soft sound leaving you. Was this just… a reward? For having saved her life? You didn’t know, but even if it was, you didn’t mind.

Kissing her was like being dominated. Soft lips and tongue, sharp teeth to remind you who was in control. It sent burning sensations all through you, a whine escaping as her tongue played with yours, your fingers itching to touch her.

“Please,” you managed, as she finally let you breathe, chasing her lips for a moment, finally daring to touch, almost ready to beg her to do something.

“You don’t have to beg, Fae,” she whispered, a dark tone to her voice, “I’ll give you whatever you want.”

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You were crying and squirming, twisting in the handcuffs that made it impossible for you to touch. Legs cramping a little, toes curling as she grabbed your plush thighs even harder, making escape from her warm, clever tongue out of the question.

She had made you come on her tongue and fingers two times already, trying to coach your oversensitive pussy to give you a third orgasm. Switching between fucking your hole with her tongue, sucking and licking your clit.

“Kate, Kateekatekate–” you were pretty sure your moans had stopped making sense after the first orgasm, but the older woman didn’t seem to mind; grinning into your cunt, as if she had found her new favourite thing to do.

Once again she pulled you to the edge of pleasure, teasing your body by offering it to reach the euphoria it earned for - and you were ready for it, so ready that it hurt. Your body tensed once more, a whimper leaving you and and and and –

Kate pulled back. 

A distressed sound left you as you were denied the high, eyes flying open as you moved your head to look down at her, almost coming at the mere sight of her.

Big, dangerous Kate Laswell, the unknown mob boss of the 141 gang, covered in spit and your slick, red in the face, her lips a little swollen - grinning, like a predator that had just been fed and offered extras, resting her head against your thigh.

The sound that escaped you was embarrassing, an almost pornographic, desperate moan at the sight, only making her laugh.

“So sweet, my little hacker,” she crooned darkly, “do you want more, darling?”

“Yesyesmore, please, Kate, miss, please,” the words almost stumbled out of your mouth without any pause, eyelids fluttering shortly as she kissed your thigh for a moment - then further up, towards your exposed, puffy and dripping cunt, the kissing turning into licking. Her tongue traced your stretch marks, a pleased hum leaving her as you continued your desperate words. 

A kiss to your pussy and then… nothing. Kate pulled back, almost making you ready to cry.

“Patience, Fae,” she cooed teasingly at you as you all but hiccuped with despair, “I have more for you.”

Said more, was a strap on with an almost 6 inches long dildo, that was currently bullying its way into you, making you twist and gasp as it stretched you. Despite already being loose from her fingers and mouth, it was different to be filled like this.

“Like this, hm?” she asked darkly, “dirty little thing, hm?”

You nodded, past feeling shameful if it meant she wouldn’t stop.

“Kate,” you gasped, a chuckle leaving her as she finally stilled, fully inside of you.

“I love when you moan my name,” she whispered darkly, grinding even deeper into you, making you wail. It had been a while since you had anything inside you, especially of this size, but Kate was clearly eating up every reaction raw, as if she could survive, only from this.

She fucked you stupid. It was rude words, but you were unable to describe it in any other way, unable to do anything but babble in pleasure, moaning and twisting in the handcuffs binding you to the bed.

Her fingers, all over you, digging into the fat of your thighs or stomach, her lips against yours or licking at your nipples.

Somehow, she made you come twice again. 

When she wanted you to sleep afterwards however, you refused. You might be out of energy, but you suddenly found your tongue, begging her to let you get her off, in any way she wanted. To do you the honour of using you.

She rode your face and you were sure you were in heaven between her strong thighs. Licking, sucking, whatever she demanded you to do. Kate’s fingers buried in your hair, gripping it and using you as if you were nothing but a toy to her.

If you could spend the rest of your life somewhere, it would be between the legs of this woman, worshipping her endlessly, offering Kate as many orgasms as she wanted, bringing her over the edge again and again. You would die happily with your face in her cunt, tasting her juices, letting her soak your face.

You could sleep afterwards, better than you had in a while.

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Confusion overwhelmed your mind for a moment. Your gaze shifted from hers, then to the open gate.

“What?” You were sure you hadn’t heard her correctly, sure that it was some sort of test, to see if you would behave. 

You could see some of the others in the background, but they were like blurry silhouettes too you, the only one who mattered right now was the older woman who looked cold. 

“I told you to leave.” She repeated calmly. She was in one of her suits, looking beautiful and ready for the day. She had gotten you dressed up too, in new clothes, even with shoes on your feet. Which made more sense now.

“Is… Is this a test?” You were unable to hold back the confusion in your tone of voice, brows furrowing as you looked at her. Her eyes somehow seemed more blue today. 

Annoyance flashed on her face. Anger.

“Go home, Fae.” She repeated, slower and darker, almost degradingly, “leave, go home, fuck off. Out.”

Your eyes flickered to the men behind her, but they made no movement, merely watching the two of you. You looked back at Kate, in her sharp suit, hair pulled up, arms crossed and with an emotionless smile. 

“Are you serious?”

There was no hint of glee in your voice. Leave. Fuck off. Out. Did you do something to upset her, you wondered, did you not do well enough with Graves?

Kate nodded, not even bothering to answer your question verbally.

“I-” you wanted so badly to ask about what happened last night, if it was because you were inexperienced, if it was because she hadn’t been able to find the mole - if it was something anything that you could do better, “No - Kate, I don’t - I don’t want to–”

“How many times do I have to say it?” her voice darker, angrier, raising in volume too, “Get the fuck off my property, Fae. Go. Home. I don’t want you, don’t need you. You’ve paid back what you needed to.”

The words made you want to vomit. From anger, sadness, surprise - shame. Was this… all nothing for her? Had this been a payment kind of thing, had she not meant anything? Every sweet word that had dripped from her tongue like honey, every praise and secret, the moments you had laid next to each other in bed, like an odd comfort? 

This wasn’t Kate Laswell. This was Watcher.

You turned around on your heel, walking towards the open gate, wanting to scream, to yell profanities at her, say something mean, something you would regret. You wanted to hit her, merely in the hopes that it meant you could stay, even if it meant punishment.

When did you begin to feel like this?

You stopped, almost out the gate, almost touching the pavement that your feet had touched at your escape attempt, that felt like aeons ago by now. For just a moment, you considered turning around. Letting those words escape you, mean, rude, awful words, just to get a different reaction. Yet your tongue felt limp in your mouth and you knew you would cry.

You wanted to turn, to take a last look at her. 

Instead you took a deep breath. Then you bolted, already knowing the way towards a populated street.

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

There was money in one pocket of the jacket you had been given. Your phone in the other.

The busride home was long and bumpy, but you didn’t care, merely staring out in the air, not even bothering to look at your phone.

Your house was empty, things having been put back to their places after they rummaged around. You just dropped the jacket, picking up mail - abandoning it on the table, ready to go lay down on the mattress you had kept Kate on, for such a short while.

Only to notice the sender of one of the letters.

The hospital.

[shadowqueenjude]

me and sjm are about to have a world building problem because she's killing me she obviously takes inspiration from ancient civilizations and geographical names around the Mediterranean, like the greeks (Eris, Helios, etruscans (literally their goddess of dawn is named thesan). Tarquin the last king of rome (and ironically the opposite of acotar Tarquin). Adriata should then come from the Adriatic sea and their architecture seems greco-roman. But then she mixes it up and gives the court fae brown skin (by the way, what kind of brown, this tells me nothing, i don't need like pantone, but slight more description) For the night court, she's just weird with it. the clothes Feyre is initially given by Rhysand kind of read to me like what you find when you search up 'sexy belly dancer'). Same with all of the clothes she wears when visiting Hewn City. I feel like she was trying to incorporate some more "exotic" things but it doesn't match the rest of the court. It seems like there's a couple different groups with completely different aesthetics that are completely separate from one another. Both Illyria and the court of nightmares seem like vassal states to Velaris and aside from Illyrians having tan skin and being called something around the lines of savages (very POC-coded), there is little to no evidence of any aesthetics that could be considered non-European. Not architecture-wise, name-wise, or (for the most part) fashion-wise. Now, it is a free country, SJM can write however and about whatever she wants. But I feel like there is just such a loss there. No matter where in the world you go, there is evidence of different cultures. Rich cultures which someone could easily take inspiration from!! I just wish she took the time to go down some of the rabbit holes fic writers go down, learning a multitude about what ends up being a small part of your story. Right now, her POC characters feel like an afterthought where she had her story written and then just inserted the word dark/tan on a couple characters. (Also I had no idea Amren was east asian until someone said she was on here and I do have to ask, where is the east asian exotica? Normally if you have one you have the other.) Also her in-universe world building is so convoluted and i hate it and nothing makes sense. I love magical objects as much as the next person, but some of these are one-and-done objects that you definitely could have had more use over. I think she has a vague plan and is just doing whatever she thinks of first to get to each plot point. (me in essays) Also, someone should make an anti-inner circle timeline with all the fucked things they've done so we don't forget. (And hope in the next book, sjm writes about a war crime tribunal for the past... century) thanks for listening to my rant, I've just been struggling to figure out how characters and courts play out and getting more frustrated as I continue.

Anon, you summed up all my frustrations perfectly!

Sjm writes her worldbuilding and tropes like she’s still writing fanfiction. I try to write fanfiction of her stories and I realize I know nothing about the places we’re supposed to be exploring.

Sjm takes inspiration from many many things but then she doesn’t commit to anything. She cherry picks shit to utilize based on vibes and together it doesn’t make sense. It’s really annoying when you see inspiration from your culture that could’ve been used so much better.

As for the IC, they’ve committed so many crimes it would require a thorough reread of all the books to note down all of them.

[nami-moittli]

Diasomnia time!

Yes, Lilia is a cheater. Anyway-

Noivern is just a given, and I’m not entirely sure what Gliscor is, I’m sure that it’s obvious, but it’s bat-like enough for me and suits him better than something Crowbat or smth. Grimmsnarl is both a dark type and fairy type, plus it does fit him well so yea. Both Tinkaton and Bewear are cute yet could easily kill you. Also I saw a cute fanart of Lilia with a Tinkaton once, so I had to give him one. Kangaskhan bc Lilia is also a parent and Sneasler bc I wanted to give Lilia a Hisuan pkmn and I thought Sneasler fit him

Thoughts: electric and fairy pkmn. Along with normal and fighting types bc of the half-human thing and him being a guard for Malleus. Zebstrika bc equestrian club (and also that fanart of Sebek calling his Zebstrika a Unovian Rapidash?? I love him and that fanart) Manectric bc electric plus it just suited him. Mawile bc I wanted a fairy type and idk. Just wanted to give him another fairy type. Granbull bc it’s a fairy type that doesn’t look like one and I thought that it just reminded me of him!! Gallade, like I said, is bc of the fact that Sebek is one of Mal’s guards, and finally he has an Eevee that still hasn’t evolved yet. It just doesn’t want to choose!

Some pretty easy picks for him. Musharna and Shiinotic due to his narcolepsy, Galarian Rapidash bc of equestrian club, Aegislash bc just like Sebek, Silver’s one of Mal’s guards (plus Silv is partially based on the sword that kills Maleficent, or at least, is theorized to be) and Floette bc fairy type and it gives me his vibes. I will say that I’d want it to have a purple flower (though I do not think those exist in canon pkmn) bc I associate three different twst characters with the same flower, and so each of them has to have a different coloration of the flower, and Silver gets the purple poppy. Driftloon is there bc I’ve seen people give him one and I think it’s a funny idea, so I gave him one too

Malleus actually hates us/j

But fr, I once saw someone give him 12 pkmn, and, yeah. Mal would be the kind to do that. I did only give him 11 tho! So, not as bad! (Unless he pulls a Volo and has Giratina pull out it’s original form, then yeah, 12 pkmn, but oh well-)

My thoughts: d r a g o n & legendaries. + Porygon bc of his tomodatchi. Oh and Florges bc of Maleficent’s thorn + queen stuff. And I like to associate Mal with black poppies, but again, I don’t think that coloration exists in pkmn? Just imagine, okay? (Maybe I should’ve given Ortho a white Flebebe lol) Cresselia Does Not want to be on Mal’s team I feel. Maybe if this AU had an actual plot line then I’d be able to say that during Malleus’s rampage, Cresselia changes teams. The only other thing I have to say is that I chose Zekrom bc 1) lightning and 2) Zekrom’s theme is ideals. So, yeah. Plus color coding! How wonderful it worked out that way!

As a bonus, I did give everyone else a legendary too, for again, hypothetical plot line reasons

Yuu would have Reshiram, representing truth and inversing Malleus’s Zekrom, Lilia has Lunala bc of the fae of the night thing, it suits him, and I once saw someone give him one. Zacian for Silver bc 1) again, he’s probably based on the sword and 2) he matches with Sebek’s Zamazenta. Also, I once saw someone say that they hc Sebek to be partially based off of the shield, and I Love That?? So yeah. (This is also why I didn’t give Cresselia to Silver instead of Malleus)

Anyway, yeah.

[acourtofthought]

Heyy, good morning!

I read several of your posts (which are divine) and, as I love your analysis, I would like to know two things:

1; What do you think of the theories (from what I've seen of the Ewriels) about Gwyn being a lightsinger?

And it is believed that the following excerpt, present in acosf in the scene in which the priestesses sing, has some “deep” meaning or clues for the future;

"The music took form behind Nesta’s eyes as the priestesses sang lyrics in languages so old, no one voiced them anymore. She saw what the song spoke of: mossy earth and golden sun, clear rivers and the deep shadows of an ancient forest."

Sorry if something seemed confusing, my English isn't very good...

Thank you very much!!! And I have to say, I really love the color coding you added into your message, my eyes are enjoying how it was all presented (and your English was excellent so no worries).

1. I think the way E/riels view the lightsinger theory is their method to eliminate Gwyn as a possible love interest for Az and that is something I completely disagree with. A way to make Gwyn evil and an excuse to explain away any draw Az might feel to her.

Could Gwyn have some sort of lightsinger heritage? I don't think it's a complete impossibility. We know that she's a quarter river nymph. We know that her grandmother seduced a High Fae male. Not that Gwyn is out there trying to seduce anyone, the sins of our elders are not the sins of our own.

But there is something in her grandmothers background to suggest that maybe she was out to "lure" the man she seduced (though we don't have enough information to know whether it was truly born from sinister intent or not) and we're told that lightsingers do lure their victims to them.

SJM did use language to describe Gwyn's song, as if it were beckoning and summoning those listening to her. It put Nesta into a bit of a trance like state which led her to the Harp.

That language could be SJM hinting at there being a power there or SJM simply telling us people get lost in the music in their world as they do ours.

Nesta tells us there's something about Gwyn she can't quite figure out just as lightsingers appear one way but end up another but again again, that could just be her setting up for Gwyn's secret father reveal

So it's not like there isn't a case to be made for her having some lightsinger in her background (though it would be a small percent) but those that claim she's be evil for it are being ignorant to literally every other power that exists in the IC.

SJM decided to give us the Valkyrie storyline in SF and Rhys tells Elain that while they could be lovely, the second they stepped into the battlefield they became bloodthirsty.

Mor is described as being bloodthirsty.

Rhys killed people at Amarantha's request.

Feyre used her powers to trick Tamlin into believe she was getting a bit too friendly with Lucien.

Feyre slipped into Lucien's mind without his knowledge.

Azriel tortures people in what Cassian tells us is a symphony of pain. He attacked Eris in a High Lord meeting when all Eris did was make a inappropriate comment.

Rhys and Feyre both used their powers to attack Ianthe for her inappropriate behaviors towards men.

Would it really matter if Gwyn was part lightsinger and could use her powers to manipulate their enemies?

How is that any worse than what the rest of the IC has done?

Just because someone has a dark power doesn't mean they'll use it on innocent people and even when some of the IC have used their powers against innocent people (like Feyre allowing Spring to fall despite what it meant for the innocent and Rhys allowing Claire to be taken by Amarantha despite knowing she was not Feyre), they are still considered the good guys regardless.

Honestly, I don't think E/riels realize that the lighsinger theory actually builds up the compatibility for Gwyn and Az considering Az struggles with the dark things he's done and Gwyn having a matching darkness would be a way they could help one another accept both the good and the bad within them.

You know, I don't know if this excerpt:

"The music took form behind Nesta’s eyes as the priestesses sang lyrics in languages so old, no one voiced them anymore. She saw what the song spoke of: mossy earth and golden sun, clear rivers and the deep shadows of an ancient forest."

Is supposed to have a deeper meaning in regards to ships but what I think it does is show us the way SJMs mind works. She has decided that "mossy earth and golden sun" are complimentary things and that is Elain and Lucien. She has decided that "clear rivers and deep shadows" pair well and Gwyn's clear eyes are described as bodies of water and deep shadows is clearly a reference to Az.

[ryuzakemo128]

Cod Prompt List

Credit for Dividers: @cafekitsune + @strangergraphics

This is a list of prompts for requests, if you have any, here are some prompts you are more than welcome to request.

Characters I will write for:

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Johnathon Price

John 'Soap' MacTavish

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

König

Other (Message me if there is a specific one you want that isn't on this list.)

Genres to pick from:

Angst

Fluff

Smut

Dark Content

Unlisted option, aka if you have a specific one. Let me know.

Female Reader insert Versions to pick from

Career:

MMA fighter

Kick boxer

Gymnast

Artist

Onlyfans Creator

Porn Star

Black Ops Spy

Spec Ops Operator

Close Combat Specialist

Baker

Seamstress

Photographer

Professor

Physicist

other, aka your choice.

Hybrid Animals

Wolf

Coyote

Mountain Lion

Wolverine

Siberian Tiger

Siberian Lynx

Snowy White Owl

Black Cat

Fennec Fox

Pygmy Owl

Crow

Raven

Rook

Folklore Based:

Nogitsune

Oni

Inari - Light Kitsune, basically the opposite of the Nogitsune.

Fire Giant or Frost Giant aka Jötnar.

Siren

Harpy

Fae

Dark Fae

Demigod

Mermaid

Wyvern

Werewolf

Vampire

Succubus

Other aka unlisted

Nationality Based: (Listed by country)

France

Norway

England

Australia

America

Russia

Italy

Germany

Iceland

Austria

Greece

Other/ unlisted

Based on Code Name:

Boomer

Grim Reaper

The Iron Maiden

Gorgon

Rook

Crow

Pearl

Opal

Sapphire

Emerald

Ruby

Diamond

Whiskers

Jade

Onyx

Sentence Prompts

Like the sun's eclipse, nothing seemed to be terribly impossible or out of reach.

A rose of endless thorns amongst those who cannot hope to keep up with you.

Everything has a cure, except for death.

A lie to justify yourself into thinking you were doing the right thing.

You should have known better than to ask a question you weren't ready to hear the answer to.

What else were you supposed to do? Let him kill you?

You can't lie. You're too selfless to lie.

There is a sickness inside his soul. Just like there was a sickness inside yours.

Why would you care about his size? Sex is just that sex, kinks are just kinks, and trying to complicate the matter won't help anyone.

You don't care about the repercussions. You saved his life because you wanted to.

Don't bother. He won't notice you either way.

There is his truth, your truth and the all encompassing truth.

There is no such thing as failure.

Death and life come to us hand in hand.

No one wants a goth girl with all these blondes around.

To be a goth amongst the pastel colours.

If it bleeds. You can kill it.

Dialogue Prompts

"Push me, and you will find out the extent of my audacity."

"I would sooner die than be stuck with someone who will only 'tolerate' my existence. Move aside, or I will be forced to what I must to move you."

"You can't hope to do the things I need to do. Save your breath and go back to what you do best."

"Do not question my mental state, and I won't question yours. I will push past this with or without your approval."

"I have no intention of staying around people who don't want me."

"No means no. Not maybe, and it certainly doesn't give you permission to blackmail me with it either."

"I hope karma finds a way to fuck you over like you did to so many other women in your life."

"See? This is why I'm filing for divorce."

"You are never in the mood. Ever. It's like you would rather be a deadbeat father and a cheating whore."

"Men can and will always be called whores. Whore behaviour knows no gender."

"I bought a 30kg cheese wheel. I'm keeping it to myself. Everyone else can fuck off."

"Great job genius, you fucked it up."

"I have no intention of telling any of you anything."

"You and I are nothing alike."

Song Lyric Prompts

“Waiting for me to free him by coming home” – ‘Jimmy’ by Tool

“Opening me within a gesture” – ‘Jimmy’ by Tool

“You were the voice calling me back home” – ‘Jimmy’ by Tool

“I'm your nightmare while you're fast asleep” – ‘Bad Things’ by Summer Kennedy

“You won’t see it coming” – ‘Bad Things’ by Summer Kennedy

“My heart is painted black, I’m never going back.” – ‘Bad Things’ by Summer Kennedy

“I know that you like my style, I look like this on purpose” – ‘Bad Things’ by Summer Kennedy

“I'm carrying my heart but it's made of stone. I'm carrying my heart but my heart is made of stone.” – ‘Made of Stone’ by Matt Corby

“Run from me darlin’. Run my good wife. Run from me darlin’. You better run for your life. Run from me baby. Run my good wife.” – ‘Run from Me’ by Timber Timbre

“Its killing time” – ‘Let me live/ Let me die’ by Des Rocs

“Oh my, give me the night. Just give me the night and I’ll give you the truth” – ‘Give me the night’ by Des Rocs

“Are you so damn unforgettable, so damn impossible to leave?” – ‘Give me the night’ by Des Rocs

“I don't care if it hurts. I wanna have control. I want a perfect body. I want a perfect soul. I want you to notice. When I'm not around. You're so fuckin' special. I wish I was special.” – ‘Creep’ by Radiohead

“Your beauty never scared me.” – ‘Mary on a cross’ by Ghost

“I hate you for what you did and I miss you like a little kid” – Motion sickness

“I’ll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror” – Anti-Hero

[sourtomatola]

This is probably the last chapter!

[metachrist]

So we talked Rooks, but I am curious - do you have any Wardens, Hawkes, or Inquisitors close to your heart as well?

OH BOY DO I <- sleeper agent code activation

(this got so long so ill put it below a readmore jfshdidb)

i have a couple wardens but my most notables are

1. ISANAMI SURANA

isanami is one of my oldest dragon age characters and probably my favorite. hes a circle mage elf gone rogue, a blood mage by trade and a spellsword by circumstance. he learned quickly that while staves are handy for casting… theyre not all that practical during a swarm of darkspawn. i really missed that in da2 and inquisition, that mage classes couldnt use warrior/rogue weapons, so isanamis always been special in that hes used a zweihander before it was “cool”… fun fact! he was a woman originally, before i lost intrest in DA and forgot ab him - when i rediscovered the old ref sheets for the character, i hit him with The Transgenderification Beam and now hes a twink… smh.

also heres isanami before his redesign -> after his redesign. these two pics were drawn about 5 years apart so thats why theres such a massive glow up LMFAO. one thing i wanted to keep was that red hair + pale skin/sunken in eyes + visible scarring!

2. CILLIAN COUSLAND

pronounced KILL-ee-ann. cillian was my humble cousland who i was like ^^ ok you go through the horrors now. i made him conscript loghain, exile alistair, put himself on the throne with anora, AND he completed the dark ritual with morrigan himself so that he could kill the archdemon. he was like :) surely this is okay! im helping fereldan! dw about it! if i could tweak anything ab origins tho id probably make him conscript loghain and then put alistair on the throne tho… i feel like that couldve been an AWESOME worldstate. cillian originally was gonna be my goody two shoes guy but i started picking crazay choices for him and it just Snowballed From There.

as for hawkes…

1. MAIDA MARIAN HAWKE

maida my BELOVED. shes such an interesting character - shes red/purple on dialogue, which leads to this very brusque and aggressive nature that few get past. she and carver used to butt heads a lot as kids, but now she misses him more than anything </3 shes a rogue whos absolute ass at anything other than “cut you up like a kebab” and “punch you in the face” LMFAO. she doesnt respect nor care for the arishok past “youre a true fighter and thats commendable” and despite being a chantry die hard shes violently pro mage rights. its a weird conundrum and her/anders Get Into It often about how exactly to bring about revolution, pros and cons of violence, and what exactly it means to be pro-mage liberation. shes a very contradictory person and has her moments of contriteness but overall shes a massive sweetpea. also she looks just like her father and got her sister killed by meredith + carvers dead + leandra blames her for it all so shes just this bucket of angst most of the time

as for her design shes very warm toned, coppery and deep. i love that fuckass tony ponytail + bob haircut so that was what i based her entire face around

2. DANDELION “DANDY” HAWKE

ohhh dandy. dandy has always been on the backburner (sorry dandy) because its so hard to find inspiration for them. theyre like some sort of fae freak, bug eyed and Eerie. dandy is a mage and a bad one at that, willing to use ANY means necessary to come out on top. dandy killed anders, gave up isabella, and sent carver off to the grey wardens easy as pie - thats not to say that they dont regret it. dandys one of those characters where they dont mean to do bad things, they just dont want to die and hate being under pressure. theyre a part of my “bad timeline” which has cillian, dandy, yanna, and shea :)

and inquisitors…

1. VELARA LAVELLAN

NUMERO UNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MY QUEEN OF QUEENS MY ANGEL OF ANGELSSSSS ahem. ok im normal. she romanced solas and i used to make CRAZY animatics of her on flipaclip as a kid. literally was obsessed with the SPOT THE WHITE ELF 🧝‍♀️ <- thats her for FOREVER. shes a mage and first to the keeper, her voice sounds kind of nasally but hoarse, and shes just very awkward and plain. her favorite companions are cole and dorian, and the iron bull in a close third, and i feel like that sums up her personality well! she fucking HATES cullen though - truly and fully hates that guy with all her heart. he said he was a circle templar and she immediately was like KILL YOURSELF NOW!!!!!!!

her design hasnt changed much over the years but one thing ive always given her is buck teeth + long brown hair + mythals vallaslin (which was an insane choice considering the Implications in veilguard)

2. YANNA TREVELYAN

ok need i say more than these pictures. these are old old old art but yanna was one of the first DA characters i ever made so its okay. she killed her brother to take his place at the Big Meet whatever its called where divine justinia gets Exploded. she went to romance cullen but broke it off when he started getting a little too “mages dont deserve human rights”. she hates darkspawn and deepstalkers equally. ger favorite colour is blue. her bff wouldve been alistair if he hadnt gotten stuck in kirkwall. she has a weird situationship with josephine and loghain (when he shows up). she punched solas. arguably shes one of my favorite ocs ever just for that last one. she fucking hates the chantry and everything it stands for and would rather disband the inquisition entirely rather than give it up to the chantry itself.

how about you? any wardens, hawkes, or inquisitors dear and near to you? :)

[starlightshadowsworld]

I love the idea of the Roman demigods possessing different abilities and domains than their Greek counterparts.

Helps to differ between them and is just cool.

Like Hazel and Nico. One has power over riches and the other the dead.

With that in mind, I like to imagine Jason having abilities linked to hospitality and justice.

As among many other things they are two of Zeus/Jupiter's titles.

Hospitality is such an important thing in Greco-Roman myths.

I mean breaking it got Tantalus sent to Tartarus.

Depending on which iteration you read, he either stole from the God's or he killed his son and served him to them.

Yikes.

And it just... makes sense with who he is, Jason is a fair person who's fatal flaw is to hear both sides before making a decision.

Before passing judgement.

As well as his role as Praetor who while a strong hero would also need to be a good diplomatic and dealing with issues at camp.

Jason also has a strong moral code and tries to follow the rules and keep his promises to the best of his ability.

Only breaking them when they conflict with his moral code.

Such as speaking out against his father infront of the Olympian council when he deemed his decisions unwise.

Also, I absolutely believe Lupa blessed Jason. Because he was a toddler when she nabbed him, had to make sure he'd survive.

Making him of the wild and connected to the earth.

I think his powers would be similiar to that of a fae.

Being able to make an unclaimed area into his own and those around him bound by the laws of hospitality.

Aka be a damn good house guest.

And once they break those rules, he can go absolutely feral.

Names are important in this universe and I can see Jason using that to his advantage.

Perhaps being able to control someone once they (while boasting) give him their names.

And with Lupas blessing, be physically stronger than normal, heightened senses etc.

The limitations being that because of his rather unique abilities, Jason can't lie at least not directly.

He can't make a decision unless he's heard and weighed all the outcomes.

And his powers aren't exactly the best thing in a fight.

Having the urge to howl at the moon.

But Jason is a strategiest and was trained by Lupa and raised by Camp Jupiter.

He was able to beat the Titan Krios with his powers yes but also his swordsmanship.

His abilities are part of the reason his father doesn't like him.

As King, Jupiter is basically the head of the household, and Jason speaking out against him, to Jupiter feels like a threat against him and his position.

That and the whole theme of father's overthrowing their sons. And Jupiter just... Doesn't like him.

Jason wouldn't overthrow anyone. He just wants a family and friends to love and look after.

👏🏼Let 👏🏼 Hestia 👏🏼 train 👏🏼 him 👏🏼

What makes Jason so scary is that despite his parentage he seems so unassuming.

When Percy smiles you know troubles coming. Thalia's eyes flash in warning, Nico is shrouded in darkness.

Jason smiles, invitingly and kindly. And you realise far too late that you've fallen into his trap.

[theoppositequeens]

come on, we can't delay

Fandom: Folk of the Air Rating: M Warnings: Attempted rape/non-con, Canon-typical violence Read on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51081748

Written for Folktober Day 9: "My sister, the serial killer." Hosted by @jurdannet and @jurdannetrevels

come on, we can't delay

It's past midmorning when Cardan's tail twitches over her calf in response to a sound outside their door, his way of waking her up quietly and discreetly.

They've been sleeping in after a revel, one of many, and Jude isn't exactly happy about the interruption. She stumbles from bed, grabs a robe and a dagger, and heads to figure out who needs them. Cardan, the opportunistic creature, has already closed his eyes again, with no intention of getting up.

"What is it?" Jude demands of the wide-eyed messenger. She's passed a note, hastily scribbled onto the back of a receipt:

Will you help me build a snowman? Come on, we can't delay. -T

Under that is an address.

Jude snorts. Trust Taryn to use Disney songs and their dark TikTok counterparts to send coded messages. And okay, they've seen that film a dozen times with Taryn's little one and Oak, the adults miming will you help me hide a body... behind the kids' backs. But it's still a gamble.

"What the fuck, Taryn," Jude mutters, and scrambles to put on some clothes.

The address is a nice suburban house in the human world, too nice for what's waiting inside. Taryn's covering her face in one corner, her shirt blood-soaked and torn. The fae guard Jude has ordered to guard her twin sister is standing in the hallway, shame-faced. He's likely responsible for getting the message to Jude, but he doesn't seem to have been of much help.

"What's happened?" Jude demands, her own shadows scattering to search the house. She tosses Taryn the leather jacket she was wearing, watching as her sister pulls it on, covering up red marks which are rapidly becoming bruises.

"Jude," Taryn sighs, weirdly collected and resigned. She isn't in shock or crying, as Jude perhaps expected. She's just resting her forehead against her hand, looking tired.

Taryn gestures a hand towards the living room, and Jude briefly inspects the man who has bled out on the sofa. The tiny dagger she gave Taryn for Christmas lies abandoned on the blood-splattered floor. Jude can assume what happened: the two glasses of wine, the signs of a struggle, Taryn's ripped clothes, the bruises forming on her twin’s wrists and neck.

"He wasn't successful," Taryn calls, and Jude picks up the dagger before she returns, washing it off in the kitchen sink.

"Good," she comments shortly, and then more softly, "Want a hug?"

They're not exactly the hugging type, but Taryn sinks into her arms and trembles lightly, Jude's shadows already at work on the cleanup.

"I don't... He didn't. End of story." Taryn's voice is firm.

"Certainly his end," Jude mutters darkly, and to her surprise Taryn laughs. It's wild and perhaps a bit unhinged, but a laugh.

"You and Madoc taught me well."

"You did good," Jude says into Taryn's hair, softer than she intends to.

"Clearly I have bad taste in men," her twin sighs, and Jude doesn't bother denying that. Taryn wouldn't listen right now, anyway. Instead she says,

"Disney, Taryn? Really?"

"Hey, it worked," Taryn defends, but Jude can hear she's smiling. "Besides, it's not like we ever made up a code for I killed my date who wouldn't listen to the word no and I need help."

"My sister, the serial killer," Jude jokes, though Taryn doesn't exactly fit that definition. Taryn huffs a laugh against her throat. "Best not mess with you."

Taryn hums in agreement.

"Let's get out of here," Jude suggests. "And perhaps shower before you gain the nickname bloody mummy at home."

[anaktoria-of-the-moon]

One Hundred Thousand Wisdoms for Dealings With the Fae [an ACOTAR reimagining]

Three sisters, three journeys, and three fickle fae lords share one fate. (Read it here.)

The Wicklighter girls count three: gentle Aislin, brave Eire, and cunning Niamh. Like other mortals - ever since the ancient war that sent faekind into hiding and cleft the land in two - the sisters have always dreaded and hated the Fair Folk, whom mortal legend calls both fearsome and deadly. When Eire kills a fae wearing the guise of a bloodthirsty wolf, Niamh gives herself up to the Folk as a bride, hoping that they then might not take her sister’s life in revenge. Spirited away, Niamh meets with an unexpectedly alluring face of the beastly fae. So do her two sisters, who each cross the fae through their own struggles to mend what’s left of the Wicklighter family. Having learned new truths about the nature of the struggle between faeries and mortaldom, they must ask themselves: Can they trust age-old enemies of mankind whom they’ve come to love - and risk the safety of kingdoms for their sake - or do these wild, strange roses conceal only a bounty of thorns?

“Is this an ACOTAR fanfic?” Yes and no. It’s a ground-up rewrite that ended up deviating quite a bit from the source. You’ll find obvious analogs to the Archeron sisters (Feyre, Elain, and Nesta are reimagined as Eire, Aislin, and Niamh respectively; Feyre’s now the middle sister, Elain the youngest), and some broad plot points and narrative thrusts are maintained (the story still begins with Eire felling a wolf who is really a fae in disguise, for whose death the fae demand the exchange of a mortal life in turn; there is a magic wall that keeps mortal and fae lands apart following a now-ancient war between the two; there are fae courts ruled by lords of great and wild power, though the particular courts and lords differ greatly from those in the source). If you loved ACOTAR as is, you may or may not like this story. If you liked the broad aesthetics of ACOTAR (fae, wild magic, and romance between plucky mortal women and powerful, melancholy faerie guys) but were disappointed with the specifics of its execution, you might like this more.

“How long is this going to be?” Honestly, I don’t know. Long, probably. I have a lot planned.

“Is this a romance? Will there be sex scenes? Is this OK for younger readers?” Yes (though it’s not only romance); yes (eventually - we have a lot of plot to cover before that happens); probably not, but I’m not your mother.

“What makes this different from ACOTAR?” Well, aside from like, everything, I’m consciously trying to make this a much more diverse story (e.g., ⅔ of the non-female romantic leads are planned to be unambiguously non-White - one has extremely dark skin with vitiligo, the other is East Asian-coded; one non-female romantic lead is planned to be genderfluid, and another is bisexual, both with on-page representation of this). I’m also trying to walk more of a line where dynamics and behaviors may not always be healthy but, in cases where they are not, they are acknowledged as such and the narrative appropriately and satisfyingly shows development away from those dynamics and behaviors (or does not present characters perpetrating them as “good” or broadly admirable characters if they do not develop out of said dynamics and behaviors). You can find a longer (non-exhaustive) list of stuff I’m trying to achieve with this fic here.

“Why?” Well, because I like doing this. It’s fun.

“Where’s the credit for your cover art?” That’d be me. I mocked this up from scratch in Krita at like 1 AM with my own puny mortal hands (no AI, promise - I do not trust the robots). I am not a professional artist, so you get what you get.

“Who are you?” Here’s the answer.

Enjoy! (Or don’t. Again, I’m not your mom.)