#hive mistress

[dcbinges]

Tales of the Teen Titans #46 (1984) by George Pérez & Marv Wolfman

[queenofcandynsoda]

Does anyone remember the H.I.V.E. Mistress?

[kagender]

kiruru X01 - the queen (king?)

[soulflatter]

It is times like this that she's reminded, her mistress is quite the fierce woman. Even when simply exercising her tongue, she manages to sink fangs keep into Meiling's neck, feeling so near and dear to those precious arteries that would gush red should she be so careless.

Then, it subsides a little.

"Remilia-sama, surely you jest my maid attire has not been worn in ages.. would it even fit me?"

A poke, and a shiver to follow.

"R-right, of course! Silly to ask that, consider.." Considering the task ahead of her, to bear such a burden. A miracle really considering things, perhaps a meeting one day between her mistress and the friend of hers that made this possible.

One day.

"I can go try to fit into it right now if you wish, it'll only take me a second." Because she will run as fast as she can to do so!

@soulflatter cont'd. from here if you'd like-

"Thou makest fine excuses, for one whose thoughts in the moment escape thee, Meiling. 'Tis a stroke of luck that my current burdens demand a particular kind of care, especially now."

-Though those venomed blades of ice curl from her lips like daggers at first, the Vampiress' tone grows softer even as she speaks.

"In such a case... You will make yourself useful to me, more useful than thou has't been in the past, certainly. A maid outfit, find one, you will be acting the part of my personal caretaker."

A long arm reaches up, bladed fingertip very, terribly gently prodding Meiling's nose, but once. Frightfully, her aim was perfect.

"I am being most kind to thee. Pray, do not take it for granted."

[cookiepie111]

˳ ׁ 𝅄 ✧Where rivers flow✧ 𝅄 ׁ ˳

A/N : @shotmrmiller has a bath maiden au with ghost I was thinking about könig next thing you know boom! König x black reader. Please like and reblog. Suggestive. Not proofread

• Gladiator könig

• He's never been happier to have a private bath. Having to share with others in the public bath was awful, constantly looking over his shoulder huddled in the corner. In and out. Cleaning is a simple task. When the luxury of a private bath came he snatched it up

• You treat him like something special at least when you're bathing him. The way you wash his hair is nothing short of sinful. Smoothing lathered soap through his hair. Working your hands through his hair to his skull. Slowly. Drawing small circles ito his head when you reach the top. keeping mind to press down just enough to get his toes curling and send shivers through his spine and a rumble out his chest. He's been showing less and less resistance what started as small shivers and rumbles has turned into groaning and rolling hips.

• " Your hair has grown."

" Do you like it?"

"It will be difficult to fight, no?. Do you want me to cut it?"

" mhhh, just tie it up"

• He's always been a messy fighter, never shying away from tearing up his enemies, but now he's looking for a way to get blood, get as messy as he can so he can call you!

• It's cute the way you prepare his baths, like he's some fancy lady he heard you feel out of favour with your mistress.. or she fell from grace.

• full of sweet smelling perfumes, honeyed soap, flower Petels, it's really all wasted on a beast like him. He can't appreciate the flowers nor slowly savour the taste of sweet honey. No, he lays waste to such fields, grabs honey right of out hive like a bear.

• He gets to lay by the bath's edge, arms proped up at the edge. Taking up his heavy arm in your hands, gently rubbing at his body.

• You spend time on every part of his body, working warmth throughout his body with a sponge delicately and lovey.

• It's so embarrassing no one has ever touched him with such softness like he's something delicate. It sturs something up in him. He's so easily ruiled up why you are teasing him so much. He turns to syurp under your touch, thick and sweet

• In his own private bath, he can take up as much space as he likes, thighs spread wide in waiting on the baths edge. Again, gentle circular motions work along leg rising heat in him, but you always stop atop of his thigh

• It must be unnerving the way his stares wholly on you. He wants you to look at him for your eyes to meet and look away bashful like the sweet maiden he knows ( thinks). You are.

• He tries to pull you, laughs when he succeeds, seeing your white linen dress cling to your body. He loves your curls, defying the water coming back dry, untouched by the water.

• The little scowl on your face is the most emotion he's getting out of you. You're always so straight faced and professional when doing your job. A neutral face no matter what happens

• Be grateful he's just pulling you in. When you start to avoid his arms and he feels he's not getting enough attention he'll wait till your back is turned away from the edge of bath paying no mind to crashing water as könig rises out. A stone wall. He'll chase you round the bath. Could you imagine anything scarier. a bull running full speed at you talk nothing of the weapon between his legs. Surprisingly, he doesn't fall he's too quick and aglie on his feet for someone of his size, coming round sharp corners with ease. you, on the other hand, slip, falling right into his arms. Squirming in his tight hold. "Liebling stay still, you're getting me all excited," you freeze, realising his words, hips grinding into yours, matching your pace .

Bath time!

You're not entirely sure who's room he's raided maybe yours or the bath room.... probably accosted some poor noble woman to help him.

His hands move to mimick yours, heavy hand spilling fine smelling liquids and soaps into the bath filling the air with a sick unpleasant sent. The flowers are..dull some how like they're drowning in the water instead of floating atop.

He's /in/ the water with you, pressed up against your back, It's too close to intimate for the baths. he shouldn't be, that's not how things are done.

You frown at the sight of the comb. Too decorative for the baths, the type of comb used for events and ceremonies. His movements are stiff and awkward, like he's never held something in his hand like he isn't one of the strongest fighters here.

You feel the comb at the crown of your skull, slowly work its way down, shaking. "Ow!" These combs weren't made for your hair. They won't work. He stops, and your shoulders drop in relief till he tries again slower this time. His other hand reaches for your hair under the comb, teasing the hair down. " Stop, it won't work"

" It's fine I know what I'm doing"

" No stop"

grumbling rising out from the water. This man just won't listen.

"Come on, I'll make a proper bath for us" calling him over to the display of combs and bath liquids, placing the thick wide tooth comb in his hands. It's amazing his ability to make anything in his hands small.

" You'll have better results using this, okay?" You're not entirely sure he's listening. No, he's too taken aback by the full beauty of your body, brown skin wet and soft from the water, your hair properly soacked now sticks to your shoulders and curls around your face.

"Here"

Your back in the bath now not so nervous anymore now, you can lean into him just a little bit.

It's better now, he takes his time combing through your hair with his fingers, separating the large curls, coiling them around his finger letting them spring back when they fall. It's too much there isn't meant to be this level of intensity at a bath

You're hoping it's the bath that's just too warm, hoping he can't feel the heat that blooms at your cheeks

[blankandhappytales]

Masterlist of stories and flash fiction..

It's about time I got up off my butt and put together an easy to reference list. I'll improve the tags and descriptions in the future, but for now these are all the ones I could find in my search for all my pieces. 😁

Obviously, these are works of pure fantasy. Themes of mind control, manipulation, transformation and non-consent are all included to various degrees, and are all fine for some quality 'self-exploration', but should never be the basis for actual real-world dynamics. No matter how hot they be. Please remember that mutual consent, clear communications, and safety are the keys to a fun and healthy kink lifestyle.

New(ish):

Synthetic Temptation Pt.1: (Mind control, corruption, brainwashing, assimilation, drone, tech control, some trans) - Walking into the belly of the beast, Amanda fights the siren call of the Hive..

The oldies:

Untilted (I'll get round to it!): You could save your friend from being turned into a drone, but why bother when you know she'll be so much hotter as one?

A Change in Perspective: (Slow corruption, tech control, chipped, masturbation, second tense) - You find yourself implanted with a control chip, but every attempt to get it removed just seems to slide out from between your fingers. All is Fair in Love & Hypnotism: (Slice of life, humour, hypnosis, self-care) - A Domme decides to lightly punish her sub for not taking care of herself.

All that Glitters: (Forced femme, rubber, tech-control) - Finn finds a higher calling beyond corporate sabotage

Bambi:

Bambi Betrayal: (f/f, brainwashing, tech control, betrayal, bambification) - Charity attempts to reason with Lex who is under the control of the Bambi virus.

Family Affair: (f/f, brainwashing, tech control, betrayal, minor incest themes) - Charity introduces the joy of Bambi to the local strip club.

Bambi: Banded: (f/f, brainwashing, tech control, betrayal, forced femme.) - A mind control headband? Why not. All shall be blonde and ditzy!

Bambi Boyfriend(new!): (f/m, brainwashing, forced feminization, tech control, corruption, female domination) - Samantha is in the final steps of producing a fresh, new Bambi doll out of her boyfriend. The bimbofication must flow!

Betrayal is a Dish Best Served Obediently: (Dollification, tech-control, objectification, betrayal) - Rae discovers what has become of her friend after betraying her to the Dolls.

Bimbo Chip: (Tech-control, chipped, VR, Bimbofication) - Emma surrenders to the chip in the back of her neck.

Broadcast Control: (Tech-control) - The radio station prepares for a very special test broadcast.

Chasing the Score: (Tech-control, subtle indoctrination, gaming. f/f) - Getting the high score can open you up to all sorts of interesting messaging.

Cock goes in: (m/f, conditioning, hypnosis) - Alex has provided a rather more-ish way to empty out her mind.

Cocktails and Broomsticks: (Magic, witchcraft, oral fixation) - Your Mistress decides to have a little fun with you whilst out for drinks.

Cum to the Darkside: (f/f, corruption, betrayal, tech control, twinning) - Do you hope that your best friend would ever betray you to oodles of mind control?

Darkest Desires: (tg, succubus, corruption, enthrallment) - George finds out that being damned has some perks and benefits.

Darkest Desires

Enthralled

Hostile Takeover pt.1

Domestic Bliss: (slice of life, maids, hypnosis, very short, f/f) - A parental visit causes a minor argument between Domme and Sub.

Down Slope Doll: (f/f, headphones, brainwashing, tech-control) - If you go down to the slopes today, be none of your friends have other ideas about having some 'fun' with you.

Droned: (f/f, Hive, Assimilation, tech-control, betrayal) - Mia becomes a little more intimate with the hive than she'd like.

Halfway Down the Stairs: (f/f, headphones, tech-control) - Megan finds just enough of herself to try and sneak out of the brainwashing facility to try and save her friends.

Her Perfect Doll: (Forced femme, hypnosis, Fem Domme) - Finn discovers just how deep his hypnotic conditioning goes.

Factory Reset: (Tech control, robotization, damsel in distress, objectification, female solo.): A nosy reporter find herself on a factory production line after asking too many questions.

Franchised Perfection: (Tech-control, transformation, celebrity, forced fem) - The Kardashian brand finds a fresh, new way to franchise itself to the masses.

Looper: (Tattoo, self-induction): A very special tattoo helps Melissa see the hypnotic side of life.

Mal-Adjusted: (Tech control, hypno-virus, corruption, female solo, betrayal): Cassie finds herself under assault by a powerful computer virus hell bent on spreading it's influence.

Nesting Instincts: (Tentacles, corruption, transformation, breast growth, Hive) A researcher is given a fresh purpose when captured by a tentacle nest.

Perfect Pink Kitty: (rubber, slice of life(ish), kitty ears, tech control) - Jake starts to regret agreeing to playing with Jamie as his insecurities get the better of him, but the cute kitty ears he's wearing have other ideas.

Positive Reinforcement: (f/f, slice of life, hypno-positivity) - Martha has a novel way of helping to convince Aya that her coursework really should get done. Repetition Knows Best: (f/f, slice of life, mind control, hypnosis) - Ella toys with her friends mind, building on all the ground work she's laid so far.

Seductive Reasoning: (f/f, hypnosis, conditioning, cougar seduction) - Melissa finds out she really is into older women.

Sisterhood: (gender neutral, assimilation, transformation, bimbofication) - You've been targeted for Bimbofication. Resistance is futile.

Switching Off: (masturbation, headphones, self-conditioning, very short) - Anna helps herself become even more enamored with her Bimbo conditioning.

Symbosis: (conditoning, bimbotization) - Willow learns to accept a new mindset.

The Human Element: (tech-control, objectification, robotization, dollification) - Sometimes it's the human element of your newly minted doll which proves problematic.

The Bonding: (Tentacles, hentai, kidnapping) - If you go down to the woods today... Remember to close your windows, okay? Okay! Their are things that go squelch in the woods, otherwise.

Workplace Distraction: (m/f, very short, work place fun) - Who doesn't want to get hypno-triggered like a good little corporate drone?

Slice of Life Flash Fiction (New): Sexier, flirty, happy go-lucky slice of flash fiction which don't always line up with the mind control stuffs. I'm including this because sometimes you just want to explore cute and playful relationships. Kink positive. Tends to be a tad... sapphic. Wait, no, there's one straight slice of goodness!

Chicken core: You can never take the Britishness out of the Brit...

Pulling Her String: Some concepts are just very well earned.

The Gay Agenda: The never ending fight between trash T.V, and a Mistress needing help in the kitchen.

[b-rank-catgirl]

I really love it when my mistress just kinda goes along with whatever I say in the hours of late :3

Oh, your hive queen? Well I'm glad she makes your tummy worms happi.

Oh and you're incubating her spawn? Well i'm sure you're doing a great job luv.

Huh, you really would do anything for her wouldn't you.

Would I serve her? Sure, why not.

You'd make sure of it?

Okay, good night love.

[jollmaster]

What are the sins sexuality?

I assume satan is aroace..i Dont see him being interested in love

• it's a really complicated question lol :D mostly they're not humanized (mentally and often physically) enough to have a strong correlation between gender and sexuality

• I guess sometimes we can detect their sexual behavior? I dunno

• Satan's certainly not interested in that, you're right

• Lucifer is male with four wives and an indeterminate number of affairs/children, so we can talk about predominantly heterosexual behavior

• Asmodeus is 3/4 human and 1/4 firstborn demon (granddad Ygertiel hi), fully male and absolutely promiscuous, although the object of his physical desire is more often women

• Mammon isn't interested in romance and relationships globally, but had large offspring, both by himself and with females; given that Mammon was created as a spirit (spirits are behind the question of sex and gender), we can say for sure that he defines himself as male

• with others the question of sex/gender is even more open

• Belphegor is fully male and female at the same time, Beelzebub in true form is a self-reproducing swarm of hermaphrodite meat-eating flies with a hive mind, Leviathan self-fertilizes for reproduction because exists as one and only creature of such kind

• also don't forget that baal means master/lord, not mistress/lady: mortals considered Beelzebub and Belphegor as males

• maybe we can consider some of them bisexual in physical sense and omnisexual in global

[dcbinges]

Tales of the Teen Titans #46 (1984) by George Pérez & Marv Wolfman

[konstantynowitz]

House of Black - 1940s

Children of Pollux and Irma Black:

Walburga Black

Walburga was a complete menace during her days at Hogwarts. If anything was to be feared at that school, it would not be the ghosts sulking in the corridors, the werewolves prowling the night in the forbidden forest, or the abnormally large spider that Hagrid let loose inside Hogwarts. No no no, if anything was to be feared, it was to be her. She practically owned the castle, nobody went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and didn’t know the name of Walburga Black.

It would be an understatement to say that Walburga hated muggleborns because the fact was she despised them, loathed them even. There would never be a day that went by where Wally wouldn’t find a muggleborn to torture on her way to class. Walburga felt that it was her duty as a member of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black to “teach” muggleborns their place in a society they had no business being part of. By the time she reached her second year, Tom Riddle had enrolled and all Wally could think was ‘how could this scrawny little mudblood with no apparent magical talent get sorted into my house?’

No doubt she gave him hell during his first year at Hogwarts — hexing his laces to tie themselves into knots so that he’d trip over himself, jinxing him so that his face would break out into hives, hitting him with a silencing charm and locking him in a broom closet for hours. It wasn’t until much later in the year that Walburga would come to regret her mistreatment towards Tom Riddle when she found herself in her dormitory waking up to a variety of different snakes in her bed, all of them coiling themselves around different parts of her body as if in preparation to squeeze her to death…. After that she never dared mess with Riddle like that ever again.

She was a lesbian and I stand by this. Wally and Druella Rosier had a secret relationship until Ella was betrothed to Cygnus. In the end, Druella did end up with the Black family name, but the ring on her finger wasn’t received from Wally. Sure, they could’ve been each others’ mistresses, but what good would that do for their family’s reputation? And besides, I don’t see Druella cheating anyway, she was undoubtedly loyal to her husband and whether or not she wanted to admit it, she loved Cygnus just as much as she loved Wally, if not more.

Walburga Black was beautiful in her youth in contrast to how she looked as she got older. She had silky jet black hair like a starless night sky, milky white skin, high cheek bones, and bewitching silvery gray eyes which would later be inherited by her eldest son.

Alphard Black

Like the rest of his siblings, Alphard was a blood purist, having been raised on the ideologies of his two pureblood supremacist parents. He had known nothing else other than his family’s purist beliefs, although as he got older he slowly began to defect from his family’s prejudice.

Alphard really was the black sheep of the family, especially when he began to question the very foundations of the beliefs that had been instilled in him since childhood. Alphard’s loyalty towards his family and his conflicted views on pureblood supremacy made him feel trapped between wanting to please his family and realizing that their beliefs were wrong. At some point he just stopped caring about conforming to his family’s expectations and it became apparent to his parents as he started to reject their ideals, but he never outwardly expressed his true feelings.

One of the acquaintances Alphard kept throughout his years at Hogwarts was Tom Riddle. He was a year under Riddle but the two formed an unlikely bond with one another. For a lot of people Tom was unapproachable, and yet here was the new first year Alphard Black making friends with him anyway. It didn’t take long for the boys to become extremely close, to the point where their relationship no longer felt like a friendship but instead perhaps something more intimate.

I think it was scary to say the least for the boys to admit that they had feelings that were beyond the limits of a platonic relationship for each other, and it was especially hard for Tom who had never experienced what it was like to be loved by anyone. Riddle didn’t like the idea of being vulnerable and the fact that there was one person in the world that could make him feel such a way almost intimidated him. No one ever intimidates Tom Riddle, no one ever gets to expose his weakness. And yet here Alphard was managing to do just that and to say that infuriated Tom would be an understatement.

Alphard didn’t love Tom for his power, he didn’t worship or fear him like the others did. If anything, Al was the only one who could look Tom in the eyes without flinching, the only one who could stand in close proximity to Tom without feeling lesser, the only one who could see past the mask of the Dark Lord and into the eyes of a hurt and damaged young man that had never gotten the chance to know what love felt like until he met Alphard. In many ways, Al was his equal, even when Tom strived to be singular, even when he wanted to be a figure of unparalleled superiority, Alphard always found a way to have a spot at Tom’s side without looking like a servant instead of a companion.

There was a kiss. One single kiss held in one single fleeting moment that truly revealed the love that was so deeply engraved upon the boys’ hearts. Their confessions to each other were wordless, the both of them never mustered the courage to say the three unsaid words that would never be spoken.

Unfortunately, the love that Alphard and Tom felt for each other would not endure. Inside Alphard's heart, the affection he once held for Tom would soon be overshadowed by grief and heartache. Meanwhile, the only thing that would remain in Tom’s heart—the only thing he would ever have room for—was darkness.

Cygnus Black

He was closer with Walburga than he was with Alphard. The two of them strongly believed in pure-blood supremacy and Al’s reluctance to accept their purist ideologies really put strain on his relationship with his siblings.

Orion is the French heir of the Black family, while Cygnus is an heir of the English side. He wasn’t always expected to be the main heir to the English side of the Black family, after all he isn’t the eldest son. Once he and his family realized that Alphard wasn’t going to be marrying or having children anytime soon they left Cygnus responsible for carrying on the bloodline.

Cygnus proposed to Druella during their sixth year at Hogwarts, although they didn’t marry until they graduated. The two were a love match which was exceedingly rare at the time, but Druella, being from the prominent and wealthy Rosier family, was an acceptable bride in the eyes of Pollux and Irma.

In spite of being responsible for the continuation of his family’s bloodline, Cygnus was not so eager to produce a male heir with Druella. In truth, he was just excited at the prospect of becoming a father to a child he made with the woman he loved — the thought of little Ella and a little Cygnus was enough to make him forget about the responsibility he had to his family. All he cared about was that Druella and the baby were healthy, nothing else mattered to Cygnus other than the wellbeing of his wife and child.

During his years at Hogwarts, Cygnus maintained a cautious distance from Tom Riddle and his circle of followers. To him, they appeared to be nothing more than an arrogant group of young men, seduced by the charismatic allure of a half-blood who seemed to promise greatness and power. Cygnus viewed their ambition as misguided, an insatiable hunger for something that, in his opinion, was ultimately out of reach.

He did not accept the dark mark when Voldemort rose to power. Like his sister, he was not an extremist and had no intention of terrorizing muggles who did not pose a direct threat to wizarding kind. As long as they remained ignorant to the existence of witches and wizards, Cygnus saw no need in recklessly disrupting the coexistence of the magical and non-magical worlds.

Cygnus may not have approved of Voldemort’s methods, but he found the Dark Lord’s efforts to rid the magical world of muggleborns admirable. Muggles did not belong within magical society, he believed; they lacked the inherent magic that defined true wizards and witches, and their presence diluted the purity of the magical community.

[thegreymoon]

The Story of Minglan

LMAO, I knew I could count on Imperial Tutor Yu! 😂

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I am cackling 🤣🤣

Honestly, I think Yanran is too stupid to live and I have no love for this character, but the grandparents are great!

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Screaming at all these idiotic maids!

If they were in the Qi household, they would all be dead by now.

***

LMAOOOO, the way he jumped up like his ass was on fire 🤣🤣

It seems like she severely miscalculated her odds here.

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Oh, yes, keep digging your grave 🙄

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I honestly can't stand her.

All she does is cry and look shocked and bewildered, and then runs to Minglan to solve her problems for her, starting from fixing her shitty embroidery, to reclaiming her dead mother's belongings that she didn't take proper care of to begin with, to advocating for her on huge matters such as that of HER OWN MARRIAGE.

Like, grow a spine. Grow a brain. Learn some life skills (like locking up precious possessions, for example 🙄). And if you can't? THEN SUFFER.

The idea of her with Gu Tingye gives me so much ick and not just because his plan is gross and he is deliberately going after her because she is weak and stupid. The very concept of such a strong, intelligent and capable man with this wet rag of a woman makes me break out in hives.

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And the way they start playing sad, pitiful music every time she shows up on screen, I cannot 🙄🙄

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No, you don't understand, Tutor Yu!

It was raining that day, so the ground was slippery! And he just... slipped and fell! Onto Manniang! And his dick just went into her vagina! But like... by accident! Because of the dick-to-vagina homing system that is activated in all young men when they are in the vicinity of a prostitute! It was not his fault at all! And then she was pregnant. And had a baby! And then it happened again! And she had another baby! But it was the circumstances, Tutor Yu! Not his doing at all! Please understand! 🙏🙏

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Are you not ashamed of speaking such blatant lies?

The only reason you're after this particular woman is because she's too weak to stop you from bringing your mistress and illegitimate kids into your marital home!

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LMAOOOOOO

WHAT IS SHE DOING??? IS SHE TRYING TO SABOTAGE THIS MARRIAGE? BITCH, HE IS DOING THIS FOR YOU!! YOU WILL NEVER BE A FIRST WIFE, GET REAL.

Because even though the grandparents agreed after his pitiful act, THEY AGREED BECAUSE HE SAID THERE WOULD BE NO SECOND WIFE! With her here making a scene at their house, this match is doomed.

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LMAO, bitch what.

LOL, I love the response "You're completely alive already." Like, shut up.

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You fucking moron. You imbecile. You deserve every second of being made a fool of because you have a spine of jelly. SAY NO. JUST SAY FUCKING NO. LET HER FUCKING KNEEL, SHE WILL GET UP AS SOON AS HER KNEES GET TIRED. OR BETTER YET, WHEN YOUR PARENTS GET HOME, HAVE HER DRAGGED AWAY. UGH, THIS MAKES ME ANGRY.

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Good. You are not fit for life.

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T CHASE HER AWAY?

I'm pretty certain there is some form of law enforcement here that will very much get rid of her for you, especially since she is a literal nobody, making a scene and dragging the reputation of a well-off house. Let her try this at Gu manor and see how it goes! Oh, wait, she did! And it went as well for her there as it could be expected, lol, she almost got her and her daughter's asses sold into slavery, smh.

[rpking99]

The Hunted

Closed with @padthedemon

Continued From Here

Pad could remember how this all started, taking a back alley as a shortcut home only to be captured and then teased by Venom again....and again....and again. At first it was just her....then he learned she had daughters as they claimed....looking just as vicious as her. Many nights he spent sleeping with all of them piled around him, arms trapped between chest or thighs.

He gulped as he looked at Venom grabbing at her own ass as if daring him for once to take her as she had been the one making all the moves so far and......part of him....most of him seemed to quickly accept that. Slowly he stepped closer, dick throbbing and growing in size as he stood there naked, he had never been giving a new pair of clothing after their first encounter, close enough that it was now resting on her ass.

"And your serious? You want me to pleasure.....your family too?"

Tentacles suddenly emerged from her flesh, wrapping around his hips and pulling him closer. Jerking his body back and forth, making Pad hotdog himself with her fat ass

"We have not been subtle about the desires. For a mate, a pet, for the hive. For myself and my daughters." She hissed "We reproduce asexually, yes. But... Physically pleasure is still desirable for our bodies. Do you wish to be inside your Mistress~?"

[2treez]

There was a time when almost every rural British family who kept bees followed a strange tradition.

Whenever there was a death in the family, someone had to go out to the hives and tell the bees of the terrible loss that had befallen the family.

Failing to do so often resulted in further losses such as the bees leaving the hive, or not producing enough honey or even dying.

Traditionally, the bees were kept abreast of not only deaths but all important family matters including births, marriages, and long absence due to journeys. If the bees were not told, all sorts of calamities were thought to happen. This peculiar custom is known as “telling the bees”.

The practice of telling the bees may have its origins in Celtic mythology that held that bees were the link between our world and the spirit world. So if you had any message that you wished to pass to someone who was dead, all you had to do was tell the bees and they would pass along the message.

The typical way to tell the bees was for the head of the household, or “goodwife of the house” to go out to the hives, knock gently to get the attention of the bees, and then softly murmur in a doleful tune the solemn news.

Little rhymes developed over the centuries specific to a particular region. In Nottinghamshire, the wife of the dead was heard singing quietly in front of the hive,

“The master's dead, but don't you go; Your mistress will be a good mistress to you.”

In Germany, a similar couplet was heard,

“Little bee, our lord is dead; Leave me not in my distress”.

But the relationship between bees and humans goes beyond superstition. It’s a fact, that bees help humans survive. 70 of the top 100 crop species that feed 90% of the human population rely on bees for pollination.

Without them, these plants would cease to exist and with it all animals that eat those plants. This can have a cascading effect that would ripple catastrophically up the food chain.

Losing a beehive is much worse than losing a supply of honey. The consequences are life threatening.

The act of telling the bees emphasizes this deep connection humans share with the insect.

Art: The Bee Friend, a painting by Hans Thoma (1839–1924)

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[foolishdragon]

Uhhh guess I gotta introduce my oc Indra. Shes a melanistic silkwing and has a whole Backstory ive been working on. Yesh. Its below the read more bc its quite big. Description in alt. @crypt3ral its quite big but i wanan dhow u this

Indra

Indra's mom: Eri

Indra's dad: Ulysses

Mistress: Rhyssa

Psocid

Psocid's mother: June

Psocid's father: Thorax

Indra is a melanistic silkwing born a couple years after the Tree Wars in Jewel Hive. She wasn’t killed or thrown out because her family’s hivewing mistress thought she had such an exquisite appearance that she couldn’t get rid of her.

However… Silkwings couldn't be black, could they? This was something Indra was always puzzled by. She needed to know why she was the wrong color.

She believed it was because she was a hybrid. It was obvious to her. Silkwings never had black scales, but hivewings always did. After her metamorphosis, she didn't get an assigned partner because her mistress wanted her to focus on helping her. This was allowed because the mistress was rich.

Until she meets Psocid, an albino hivewing with no black scales. In fact, his scales had no color at all.

He is seen an outcast of the tribe. Hivewings belive his family has been cursed, to give them a godless heathen as a son.

Indra's misstress is the equivalent of a psychic and claims to be able to heal curses. Of course, Psocid is often brought with them as they spend more and more scales trying to get rid of their son's curse.

Indra is used as a marketing strat to give her more credibility. Like, she was able to connect Indra's parents with Clearsight to give her her black scales, so she would be seen as more respectful than those other silkwings.

Indra doesn't belive a word she says, but she is a silkwing so she gets no rights.

Again, she only doesn't get killed because her mistress insists she is proof of her powers.

During this time, Psocid and Indra become friends, since his parents and her mistress are often in deep private talks about lifting the curse or whatever and leave both alone.

Indra's mom worked for the hivewing mistress. There was a silkwing she loved and wanted to start a family with but he wasn't her assigned partner. She still had Indra with him, but when she was born with all black scales, her parents saw this as a bad omen, that what they were doing was wrong, so the guy left for a different Hive, and she gave Indra away to her mistress.

The mistress ratted her out almost immediately (but was allowed to keep Indra, as the guards didn't know that she had black scales, and again, she was rich. The only thing that can topple being rich is status). Her punishment for adultery was jail, and because she refused to reveal who the father was, she got stuck there for life.

Psocid's family, after the mistress slowly but surely drained them of their welth but their son was still white as snow and hadn't darkned a bit, started getting more and more suspicions that this "curse lift" wasn't working. They called her out, she acted like the problem was that they never had any faith in her so the healing process wasn't working, they shut it but decided to investigate.

Psocid's mother was a guard, which meant she had access to prison records. Soon she discovered that Indra's mother was in the prison (during the initial conversations the mistress let her name accidentally slip by) and went in to question her.

The mother wasn't eager at all to help a hivewing, but eventually told her story to Psocid's mother under one condition: she would be allowed to see her daughter again, even if its just once.

During one of the sessions, Psocid's mother exuses herself and goes to talk with Indra. She tells Indra that she can let her go see her mother, but she firstly has to gather proof that the mistress's powers are fake, and the best way to do that is by revealing that she didn't actually connect her with Clearsight, that she was simply born this way.

Indra, so blinded by the urge to see her mother, fails to realize that by doing this she is digging her own grave, by revealing that she isn't actually blessed.

After it gets out that Indra was born from an adulterous relation and that the mistress doesn't actually have anything to do with her black scales, the mistress is arrested for scamming dragons with her fake powers, and Indra also gets arrested for being a symbol of blasphemy.

Psocid's mother doesn't help her get out of jail, saying that she will not ruin her reputation by saving a silkwing. She does one good thing, and that is making sure Indra ends up in a cell close to her mother. But that's it, and only because the jail is mostly empty and she can choose whatever cells the prisioners get put into.

Indra's mother and Indra get to talk, and she reveals to Indra who her father really is. Indra is shocked she isn't a hybrid, like she was so sure of, but really wants to meet her father.

Psocid, in the dragon equivalent of "bring your kid to work", helps Indra and her mother get out of prison. He is risking everything to help them because he is really close to Indra, she was the only one who didn't make fun of his scales or thought he was cursed, or wanted to change him completly.

They escape, undetected. Psocid because of his sensitivity to sunlight is always covered in veils and fabrics, and blends in perfectly with the other fancy hivewings in Jewel Hive, so he uses that to lead both away. Again taking advantage of the fact no one looks at silkwings specially if they have a hivewing near them.

Indra's mother reveals Indra's father name, description and the Hive he said he would be working at.

But the mistress denounced them so now dragons are looking closely at silkwings. So they get spotted and have to run. This is brought to the attention of Wasp and she uses her mind control powers to possess Psocid and force him to bring Indra and her mother out of hiding.

But because Psocid isn't that strong physically nor does he have any hivewing powers Indra's mother can take him down. Using her silk Indra makes a little blindfold for him so that Wasp cannot see their location.

Indra insists they take Psocid with them because he saved them, and they can somehow find a way of cutting the connection with Wasp. Her mother argues that he'll just be a liability and could get them arrested. In the end Indra wins.

Her mother then says is best if they run away instead of going to look for Indra's father, as it will only put him at risk of getting caught too. She still loves him and doesn't want him to get in trouble for sheltering them. Indra reluctantly agrees. Wasp has been listening closely in Psocid's body and sends in guards to the location they're at.

Indra's mother and Indra, carrying Psocid with them, run away, out of Jewel Hive, and fly through the savannah. Guards pursue them, but they narrowly escape.

Eventually Wasp loses interest and lets Psocid go. She makes everyone belive she killed the runaways and everyone is like "good ridance, glad we got rid of the blasphemous hivewing and silkwing." Execept for Psocid's mother who is trying her best to find her son.

Indra, her mom and Psocid keep flying. They are flying along the river, and while Indra's mom isn't happy with walking so out in the open, specifically because of Psocid's scales, but there isn't any other option. She shields him as best as she can with her wings and Indra is doing more swimming than walking because her black scales absorb the sunlight and make her overheat. Her mom isn't happy about this either, who knows what kind of dangers are inside the water but there isn't much she can do.

Psocid feels bad. He feels like hes gonna get possessed by Wasp at any moment and let her know of their location.

They are going to Vinegaroon Hive, where Indra's father lives. They spend a while inside the Hive, trying to look for them, but eventually they give up and leave, unware that they have been spotted by some guards. Word travels, and reaches the ears of Psocid's mother, who up until now had been in a mad dash to find her son (or his corpse, since no one gave her closure on what exactly had gone down) hears the words "sickly pale hivewing traveling with a light blue silkwing and a weird dark colored silkwing" and starts making preparations to travel to Vinegaroon Hive.

Outside, just near Beetle Lake, there's a small fishing settlement. Its not big enough to call a town or a village, but some hivewings moved there so they could fish the well known fish from Vinegaroon Hive and, with permisson from Lady Vinegaroon and Queen Wasp, brought their families and silkwing servants with them.

One of those silkwings happens to be Ulysses, Indra's father, who sees her pass by and recognizes the pale blue scales of Eri, and how the black scaled dragon beside her looks nothing like a hivewing. He thinks he's hallucinating. Wasp had chased her around and then killed her, he had heard his hivewing employers say over the strange mind control Wasp had.

But one night, when everyone was asleep, he walked outside to drink water, and there she was. Eri, and his daughter, the one he abandoned as soon as she hatched. He wished he was wrong, but he only knew of one silkwing with scales as black as the night sky. They were accompanied by a white hivewing with big red eyes.

They meet, reconciliation or something, he apologizes for abandoning Eri and Indra, they ask that he help them.

"Help you... with what exactly?" He asks.

"I don't know. Hide. Get away. So we can live our lives. Psocid here is also with us." Eri says.

"I cant. I cant do anything. But maybe..."

Ulysses then reveals that up north from Beetle Lake, if the rumours are true, then there are dragons living there. No one has ever been able to confirm, because all that go there to investigate, including elite hivewing soldiers directed by Queen Wasp, either came back empty handed or never came back at all.

What do they do in such place? He doesn't know. But because not even Queen Wasp can get inside, it must be pretty secure. Eri doesn't buy this. She thinks its too convinient and too suspicious. Plus, the three of them are tired from the trip. Ulysses says that they could rest around here for a couple days. They can meet at midnight, and since the fields around beetle lake are filled with mounds, very tall grass and places to hide, they can stay safe for a while until they decide on the next step of their journey.

This continues for a couple days, but eventually, June arrives and starts searching Vinegaroon Hive from top to bottom. Being the dragon equivalent of head of the police force in Jewel Hive doesn't give her much authority in Vinegaroon Hive, but she is a desperate mother and does not let up, even if it puts her career at risk.

She's conducting this opperation alone. Involving her soldiers would attract too much unwanted attention, and doubting Queen Wasp's word would be, as her husband said, seen as treason and she could go to jail or even get killed for that. Her and Thorax had a huge fight over this, with him beliving that Psocid is dead and all of this is just her being in denial because why would their good Queen Wasp ever lie to them and really, what chances did a dragonet who is weak to the sun have of surviving in the savannah, and her fully ready to throw Wasp's judgment out of the window if it meant her son was alive.

Eventually she finds her way into the village, in the middle of the night, and sees Eri, Ulysses, Indra and Psocid.

"YOU!" She snarls at them. "Wasp thought you were dead, but look at you, just as alive as you were in the day you stole my kid from me."

"Mother, they-" Psocid tries to calm her, but it doesn't work. She says she's going to announce to everyone that they are still alive (without thinking of the consequences of calling Wasp a liar) and make sure they are dealt with this time, either rotting in jail or dead, and this includes Ulysses too, because taking care of prisioners is a crime, and so is cheating on your assigned partner.

June is making enough of a commotion that dragons are waking and walking outside to see what's up, so the group flies away as fast as they can, heading north, with June on their tails.

They pass by a little forest, and Indra and Psocid are confused because they've been told their whole life that trees were only avaliable in the Poison Jungle and Wasp had taken them all down, but there isnt time to question it with the hivewings of Beetle Lake curious to see what happened and June flying right behind them, trying to grab Psocid and go back to the Hives.

Up north they find mountains, with a long winding river, and have to land because they are all too tired to continue flying. The ground cover is strange, and Indra has a distinc feeling that this isn't what green grass is supposed to look like. June of course keeps flying overhead, and manages to snatch Psocid. As soon as hes out of the ground and before Ulysses, Eri or Indra have time to fly after June, vines shoot from below and pull them into the Earth, and Indra sees that the ground cover wasn't grass, but thick sturdy vines that pull them under the cover and return back to normal.

Three dragons are there, waiting for them. A silkwing and two brown dragons that they dont immediately recognize. They are shocked to know there are still some leafwings around, alive and kicking and that they have just been saved by a group of dragons that refuses to follow Wasp's orders and has been living in peace underground even before the Tree Wars.

These two leafwings, Eucalyptus and Snakeroot come from the Poison Jungle. They are from the first generation after the Poison/Sap split, when the "dragons from these two subtribes cannot interact" rule wasn't all that solidified. So they ran away togheter, and ended up on the other side of the continent. The silkwing, Metalmark, is a blind silkwing from Beetle Lake. Their mistress was an old, old hivewing, that cared a lot for them, even going as far as considering them a part of her family more than her own kids (who pretty much abandoned her the minute they got the chance to go live the more sofisticated life in the Hives) so when she died, she left some stuff on her will for Metalmark. Her kids didn't like this, and came after Metalmark to demand what they "stole" from them. Knowing full well they would not survive a trial against a hivewing, Metalmark ran away.

Indra wants them to get Psocid too, to save him from June, but the 3 refuse, saying he'll just be a liability because of Wasp's mind control. Snakeroot points out that getting them in front of two hivewings was dangerous as is, but Eucalyptus insisted. Indra retorts saying that Wasp thinks Psocid is dead, and if June ever reveals that they are alive and implies Wasp lied, they are more likely to execute her for treason than to belive her.

They still refuse, Metalmark remarking that they can't feel them anymore which means they probably are still flying and are impossible to reach. The canopy that serves as ground cover took years of dedicated leafspeakers to grow, and neither Snakeroot nor Eucalyptus are strong enough to move them very high, even working togheter.

Snakeroot, Eucalyptus and Metalmark take them deeper, to the actual settlement. To their surprise they actually start going up instead of down, and its revealed that the mountains have extense cave systems that go almost to their peak, so everyone doesn't need to stay 6 feet under. (Said by Snakeroot)

Aboveground, June has Psocid in a firm grip and is flying him back to the hives. However, the sun is starting to rise and Psocid doesn't have his veils, which means that his scales will likely burn in the sun as they dont have time to get to the Hives before the sun rises completly. June doesn't want to land, she saw the three silkwings being eaten by the ground, and is fearful that the vines will steal her son as well.

With the sun rising, Psocid insists even more, and June finally caves in and lands, in the forest they saw earlier. They both land in a tree branch, and don't say anything to eachother.

Psocid asks about the forest.

"Where do you think Wasp gets stuff to make paper from for all the books in her library?," June replies, "Where to you think she got all that treestuff to repair Mantis Hive when part of it collapsed? As much as she might deny it, we need the trees."

"But... doesnt treestuff come from shrubs? And the paper we use comes from silk, doesn't it?" Psocid asks.

"Those shrubs are more leaves than sap. Sap is what we use as glue to keep the hives togheter. If you get a talonful of treestuff from a shrub you're lucky. The trees just speed up the process enough for it to be profitable. And you're correct, most of the paper we use comes from silk, but the finest, most pristine books that end up in the Wasp Hive Library are made from real trees. We need the trees as much as we need the silkwings."

"I find it funny that we need the silkwings so much, yet treat them like they're less than dirt." Psocid says, even if he doesn't find it funny at all. Neither are laughing, and June doesn't say anything else.

The sun is up now, and they cannot leave the forest, not if they want to risk Psocid's scales burning.

Psocid asks about his father. June tells him he didn't care, that Thorax fully belives him dead. June is unsure if he cares about her either. She has the disctint feeling that if he cared he would have come with her.

While they wait for the sun to go back down, June does a bit of self reflection. She had been so caught up in trying to get her son back that she hadn't really thought of the consequences of actually bringing him back to the Hives and proving Wasp lied when she announced he was dead.

They couldn't go back to the Hives. But where would they go?

Psocid suggested they go back to the vine floor thing, and explained what Ulysses had told them. June sighs and agrees.

At sunset, when the sunlight isn't as harsh they can make it back.

Metalmark senses them and Snakeroot and Eucalyptus bring them both down, blindfolded for safery. Indra vouches for Psocid, saying that he's her friend and Wasp declared him dead, so she wont be possessing him. She does have her doubts about June, but Psocid swears she is on their side now.

The moments afterwards are very awkward. Psocid never had a good relashionship with his mother and June sees how much the stunt with Rhyssa damaged him and how being constantly trying to change him was not a "mother knows best" situation, and more of her trying to mold him to fit their status. They try to rebuild their relashionship togheter but it will take time.

The end (for now)

No, not really I wanted to add more but its a work in progress so no true ending for now lol.

[voidwritesstuff]

High Huntress' Helping Hand

cw: none as far as im aware.

Summary: Despair is not feeling his usual undead self, so Death goes to ask for the help of the High Huntress, avatar of the Terran goddess of the earth, Draco.

A/N: The concepts about Terra,the high huntress and their gods and any of the concepts relating to terra and portrayed in this fic belong to me.

Its my original series ive been cooking up for 8 years now. Here you go dem, as promised a tiny sneak peek of what the wonderful lands of Terra have to offer! (@darkdemeter

Death wasnt fond of visiting this world. He knew the magic of this place would have his sister feral with Curiosity, and he didnt like the idea of having to baby sit her so she didnt raze the cities of Terra in search of arcane knowledge.

But he had no choice here, Despair has been acting odd for a few good days and it had worried the rider enough to ask for the help of the high huntress.

He stands there in the shadow of a weeping willow within the ever green fields of the Tierras Salvajes- Or the wild lands as the translation indicated.

Above he sees the massive shadow of a gryffin. He sees the way its barn owl head peers down to meet his gaze before slowly descending upon to sunflower field. Mounting atop the massive beast sat the high huntress, looking somewhat pleased at his presence.

--Death...afternoon.

--High huntress...-- he greeted without much enthusiasm.

His companion hopped down from the gryffin and their heavy boots fell upon the ground with a solid,dry impact. He could see the large dark wood staff that hummed and glowed slightly with a yellow brightness,he supposed it to be the magic of its owner.

--What seems to be the issue?--The terran has asked,their green,double slit dress billowed with the gentle breeze. They are covered in leather and gold armor of intricate patterns reflecting growing vines,hives and blooming flowers. Their decorative chains clink together and the gold wire dragon helmet atop their head is pushed upwards for comfort.

--Despair has been...odd. I cannot figure the reason...

--Oh,you sweet poor thing.

Up until now Despair had laid down, feeling devoid of more life than what was usual. The mare huffed and leaned into the high huntress' touch as they sat down and patted his sinewy snout.

His eyes linger on the Open back of the dress where he could see the faint outline of a fourteen petalled sunflower with a ring where the center of the flower should be.

The fourteen petals of Draco,the Lady of the wild and holy keeper of earthly balance, was a most coveted protection charm. Hes been wanting to get his hands on it for a while but stealing one would only turn him on the bad side of a very powerful goddess.

Angering the earth itself was not a Smart desicion.

--did you notice him acting odd before? Fatigue? Low apetitte?-- the terran's voice woke him from his thoughts.

He shook his head-- No. This is the first time ive seen him so tired.

--Let me ask him,then-- The high huntress pressed their hand to the amulet hanging from their neck. The fourteen petals of Draco.

They seem to take Power from it, their eyes light up a warm yellow like the purest of sunrises And speak in the Terran tongue-- What ails you, loyal steed?

--Exhaustion,mistress.

--Has your rider been feeding you?

--Barely anything.

They didnt take it the wrong way. The horsemaster hadnt been exactly forthcoming on how to take care of such phantom steeds. Death was literally just...clueless.

--Rest. Ill take care of everything else.

After that,their eyes return to normal and they stand up-- he requires sleep,and rest. I carry with me some balanced food for Sunny,but she can share. I'd suggest you feed your horse more often.

--He needs to eat?

--Less than a normal horse. But Yes. Wheat and veggies Will do. Take him to drink water and allow Him some sleep.

--One would think such arcane steeds didnt come with the weakness of their mortal counterparts.

The high- huntress shrugged,their pointy shoulderpieces making the chains that hung from them clink with the softest noise. -- They need it less. But the horsemaster seemed to skip that part.

--Why?

--You horsemen arent exactly one for lectures.

Before Death can reply,the terran goes to Grab the bag of food that the saddle of their gryiffin Carried. Each Hunter of Draco had a loyal terran gryffin- Body of a lion,head of any avian under the sun. Though hunters of the temple of Draco preffered to Keep and breed barn owls for their skills in hunting.

They Grab a bag and as their animal companion hisses,they say-- Sunny,Its a fellow animal in need. Behave-- they ruffle the feathers of the avian and then return to tend to the steed.

A humm leaves the rider's companion. They kneel to eye-level with the horse and begin tracing shapes into the dirt with a hunting Knife. Its a diamond with the alchemic symbols for water and earth.

Death watched with Keen interest as the terran puts their hand to the carving and sends a spark of their energy through their hand. He sees the marks on their back come alight briefly before subisiding,like the faint flicker of a firefly.

From the carvings comes out a flower as big as his fist. Its made of pure water like running streams yet with the shape of a normal lilly. Despair eats each petal,and with the biting of his teeth the petals dissolve into clean water.

The high huntress opens the bag of food with their Knife and allows the horse to dig in. Sunny complains behind them with a hiss and they stand up-- Be nice,Sunny.

--I believe you said she didnt mind sharing...--Always such a shit stirrer the rider was.

--I was hoping she wouldnt...--They admitted-- Hey...wouldnt you like to stay for Merienda?

--I have no interest in your "afternoon tea",High Huntress. How much for your help?

--Nothing-- They answered,hands in two cleverly hidden pockets of their armor.-- im always happy to help an animal in need,such is my holy duty.

Above them it was a clear Sky,summery warm with a cold breeze to temper the heat. It usually was beautiful, sun filled days for the Terran lands. Their stormy days were cozy,and their winters were easy to Carry through.

--My City welcomes you and your kin. There is a place for you four.

--You say it because your kind wasnt unfortunate to be pillaged by mine.

Their magic had kept them hidden from the eyes of the beings from his world. A magical barrier old as time,powerful as anything hes ever seen. Hes only able to pass because him and his siblings were invited by a terran- that was the key.

--Past is past. Our gods know that well. The balance you uphold is greatly appreciated by us. From the every day person to the highest of holy people.

--Your culture has too much faith in kindness and redemption,High Huntress.

--And you have too little,Rider-- They Walked up to him,eyes inspecting his freaky Bone mask that loomed over them.

From their back,a pair of dragonfly wings extend. They begin to buzz as they fly upwards to be at eye level with the nephilim.-- What are you planning?--He asked with disdain.

The high huntress pushed away a few of his wild hairs so his vision was unencumbered. They offer a conciliatory smile and say-- Just to help.

With that their wings fold inside their back and they drop to the ground with elegance.

Had it been anyone else, they'd be dead before they touched him. But not the high-huntress,least of all in their turf. He wasnt that stupid.

--Are you sure you dont want to stay?

Terrans didnt saw death as something to be scared of. The end of life was merely the embrace of their other mother,Ozabaz the great mantaray,queen of the Ocean. To them,death was a mother,a caretaker of those who pass.

Not something to be afraid of.

The rider guessed that was why none of the Holy people here carried ill Will to him and his kin.

--Even if I wanted to. I cannot. Duty calls.

--As always--they agreed,knowing too well that unfinished bussiness were the rule for people like them.. leaders-- Well,come by when youre free. Youre welcomed here,and my temple too. We May even have a feast

It did sound amusing at least...

Both turn to Despair as the mare stands up. The food had been magically infused with fast acting nutrients. No wonder the steed was back to its old self.

It trots to the high huntress and nuzzles their face,betraying the true feelings of his master for the terran before him.

--Youre welcome,Dis--They pat the equestrian's snout and let him gallop to his owner-- I believe...this is goodbye

--'Tis indeed

Before he can mount his horse,his companion grows a simple sunflower for him. Small,easy to Carry. They tuck it on his belt as an invitation to come visit.

He only nodds,then hops on his steed and gallops away at full speed to the portal he came from. Being trailed by the watchful eye of a gryffin,knowing its there to Keep him safe in his trip to the arcane gate.

Perhaps...he Will come visit.

[isabeauwolf]

I don't know who's other oc's would do this but, Mary would drag Tomura out of his room to made the man take a shower and make him something to eat.

--------- sneak peak ------

Did this male on survive on instant ramen and energy drinks? Was Kurogiri not feeding him? Mary though every time she caught a glimpse of the lanky males body, the poor man was underweight and she didn't like it. She couldn't help it, the nurturer in her was screaming to give this stubborn, bratty, whiny man baby some actual food.

From the videos All For One had send her as part of her request, she man was quick on his feet and a quick thinker when push comes to shove, but it won't be enough, if the man wanted to surpass his Master. He needed to build his body with muscle to throw people off in case he's unable to use his hands.

Another thing she noticed was his constant scratching. It reminded her of Kai's hives whenever he used his quirk, but instead of hives or a rash appearing on Tomura's neck, he would just keep scratching whenever he was frustrated, irritated or stressed.

A coping mechanism, if she had to guess.

If Tomura scratched at his neck whenever she was around she would slap his hand away and threaten to place her pair of quirk erasing handcuffs she used for capturing her targets; that made him shut up.

His face burned a bright shade of red. From anger or embarrassment, she didn't care.

It's only been almost a week and this is already going to be a long training session. Mary though and inwardly sighed.

"Fine, whatever," he huffed, sliding off the bar stool and marching around the bar towards his room in the back. "I'm continue gaming so I don't have to look at your ugly face," muttering under his breath and gritting his teeth.

Mary giggled it was fun to tease Tomura Shigaraki, it was clear that he was a loner, and she imagined that his deadly quirk didn't make things any easier.

Kurogiri walked through the threshold, his brightly yellow orbs staring hard at the she-wolf. "Lady Silver, why do you tease Master Tomura so much? It seems unwise to anger him."

Mary blinked, "He doesn't need to be babied, Kurogiri. If he's going to be a man-child and act like a baby, throwing temper tantrums while I'm trying to offer him guidance than I'll treat him like a child." She sighed, tying her long silver-white hair into a high ponytail, "All For One wants me to train him in leadership. I can't do my job, if he's being difficult. We are running out of time and my time limit is almost up." She walked over towards the mist user, squeezing by and continued down the hall, following Tomura's scent. "I'm retiring after I'm married."

Kurogiri's eyes widen, quickly turning and watch walk away. "So soon after your return, Lady Silver? Have you already found a mate?"

Mary stopped in her tracks, ear twitching and she tilted her head from the shock in his usually calm voice. "Yes, Kurogiri. A promise is a promise, and I intend to keep it." She left it there and kept walking.

It makes sense, she has only been back in Japan for a few weeks.

A pout formed on her lips, her engagement to Kai wasn't official until tomorrow morning. Then everyone in the underground will know of their arranged marriage and their wedding soon after; followed by the rest of the world. She will still be her clans heir, next head and queen, but she will be forced to stop taking on requests; the missions and assassinations will be carried out by her men.

Reaching a door that had the Tomura's name on the door, Mary closed her eyes, took a deep breath, exhaled and knocked on the door.

The man's rough voice answered, "I'm busy, go away."

Mary's smile widened as she swallowed back a giggle forming in the back of her throat, and knocked again.

"Dammit, I said go the fuck away!" He raised his voice, irritation and annoyance clear.

Mary turned the handle, finding it unlocked. Rookie 0, Mistress 1 she inwardly laughed, opening the door, watching as the man behind the door jumped, he was sitting on a beanbag, and he nearly disintegrated his controlled in his hands, if his pinky's hadn't halted.

Crimson iris' meeting violet and gold, his shock and surprise morphed into disbelief, anger and then rage. "What the fuck are you doing in my room, wolf bitch?" He growled, twisting his body to half way face her. "I said that I wanted to be left alone. Now get out."

Mary glanced around the room, Tomura's scent was everywhere.

Everywhere she looked, she saw opened and empty soda and energy drink cans, dirty clothes cluttering the floor. The inner clean freak in her was going off and she had to stop herself from snorting through her nose as her lips tightened into a strained, sickly sweet smile. Curse my overly cleaning nature, thanks Gramps.

Crossing the threshold, into his room and stood right behind him as the man before her glared harder, scowling. "What?" Pausing his game and placing his controller down onto the floor, turning towards her fully, waiting. "Whatever your gonna say spit it out already."

"God, it smells like stale musk, and a gaming loser in here." She's laugh "Come on, time to get out and touch grass, newbie!" Curled her lips into a smirk as she grabbed the back of his black long-sleeved shirt, dragged Tomura from his room, kicked, seething and cursing as he threatened to turn her into dust. "Wouldn't wanna anger your Master, gamer boy. I ain't leaving until you bath and eat something."

They reached the bathroom, she let him go, giggling as he quickly and instinctively jumped away from her, stood and glared. She tilted her head, crossing her arms over her chest. "What? Do I need to bath you like a baby too?"

His crimson eyes widen underneath his mop of light blue hair. "Of course not!" He growled, a deep blush reddening his cheeks. "Get the hell out of here you, perverted wolf!" His hands twitching, curling and uncurling.

Mary chuckled, "Nudity doesn't matter to me." She twirling on her heels, her back to him, giving him privacy, tail swishing back and forth lazily. "Whatever naughty and sinful thoughts are you thinking in that head of yours, online junky?"

"Nothing, dammit!" He growled, walked into the bathroom, slamming the door, locking it. Tomura stripped hastily, mumbling and cursing underneath his breath. "Damned wolfy." With a four fingered touch, practiced ease, he turned on the water and walked into the shower, body jolting in shock at the cold water before it warmed up. "Stupid, nosy, bossy, woman."

"I can hear you loud and clear, even through the water running, newbie." Mary commented behind the door, raising her voice.

Tomura turned, glaring through his wet hair as he jumped once more and cursed when he dropped the soap. "Are you my guard dog now, or what? Why are you lurking outside the bathroom?" He question, picking it back up, lathering up the bar of soap in his hands with four fingers. The unfamiliar scent hit his nose, his brows furrowed. What the fuck? This isn't my usual soap. Cocking his head as it clicked, where this familiar feminine scent came from, oh come the fuck on! Tomura stared at the bubbles, jaw clenching, heat rising in his cheeks once more as his heart thudded hard in his chest, "Were you in my bathroom, wolfy?!"

Mary's string of giggles and cackles were his only answer as she spoke through barks of laughter, "Sorry... sorry... Kurogiri offered me the shower while you were gone... when I came back from my morning run." She huffed out a few more chuckles as she calmed down, breathing labored, "Don't worry, I don't have any cooties or nothing. What are you like five? If it bothers you so much, you can either have it, or I'll take it back, which it is?"

She was in here, naked? Tomura's eyes widened at his own gross thoughts, shaking his head to will the h-scene images away. Damn this woman. His inner bratty self answered and mouth moved before his brain did. "No, I touched it, it's mine now." Why the fuck did he say that?! He gripped the soap against his chest as if she was going to break into the bathroom and take it from him like a spoiled child.

Why did part of him want her to come in?

"Alright, suit yourself." Mary replied without a fight. "I'm going to make you something to eat before going home. Take your time, don't speed-run in there, m'kay?" The floorboards creaked as she walked down the hall and away.

The nerves twisting in Tomura's belly slowly went away as he released the breath he didn't know he was holding and his body relaxed. Leaning his head against the shower wall, closing his eyes and sighed, trying to steady his breathing back to normal. He knows why his Master wanted her to teach him, he knows his Master wouldn't be here forever, and he will have to take up the torch as the next Symbol of Villainy and Evil, the next Overlord and Demon King.

What Tomura doesn't get is why this mysterious wolf woman getting into his head in such short amount of time? He usually doesn't care about other NPC's or mobs unless it was necessary for the quest line to move on.

She's not like the others. She doesn't fear me. She smiles at me, it's genuine and heartfelt. He thought reopening his eyes once more, blinking and sharing at the bar of soap that was hers. He inhaled its scent again, vanilla and brown sugar, it's the same sweet fragrance she wore on her skin earlier. It explains why her hair was damp when he came back, she had used his bathroom, washed and bathed here instead of waiting until she got back home or a motel.

Tomura placed the bar back into the soap holder, placed the lather and suds over his body, he felt himself shudder as goosebumps formed and spread on his skin, releasing a silent gasp. Why? Why was her scent and the though of her running her hands over his body clouding and fogging his mind?

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I know, I talk about Mary's relationship with Overhaul and Dabi a lot on here, so I figured I'd give Tomura some love too.

Compared to her other two mates, Tomura and Mary butt heads a lot.

She doesn't coddle him or baby him, but pamper him and feed him, yes. She can't let the man-child under her charge go hungry.

Well, what's think?