#i just never play int builds …

[tempestclerics]

rereading tâm's character sheet. my girl is genuinely a disaster but i love her anyway

[infestedslime]

I’ve been replaying through the dark souls games (I finished one and am almost done with 2) and man. Casting dex builds are a lot easier for me than pure strength

[blujayonthewing]

the problem with benny is that he's a one-shot character who would honestly be more fun to play longterm in an actual campaign, but he's built around a joke concept to an extent that I would find distracting even though, if I played him with sincerity, I doubt anyone would even pick up on it without me telling them

[wasabi-gumdrop]

1.5 hrs before i pledge my allegiance to the femboy demigod of the elden ring pantheon

laptop left behind. out of office set. sick day taken. earl grey tea secured. never been more ready for a dlc in my life. elden ring take me home.

[sanarsi]

Kinktober Day 2

Hunter/Prey

dark!Din Djarin x f!Reader

Gif credits @perotovar

Summary: Din has one problem with you, you often like to run away from him. Luckily he loves playing this game with you. Warnings: +18, MDNI, hunter/pray vibes, kinda dark!Din, violence, shooting, dubcon, unprotected PIV, dirty talk, rough sex, creampie Wordcount: 1,5k An: I don’t think I like this one bc I was really tired while writing this but my sis is proud of me anyway <3 @yori-mik

Masterlist and Kinktober Masterlist

You ran away again while he was gone.

He could tell it was starting to annoy him, looking for you in the dark after a whole day of fighting could easily break his nerves of steel. Luckily for you, he liked playing cat and mouse with you.

He liked it because he always won.

He could track you down even when you had a few hours' advantage. And the funniest thing was that you were hopeless at it and he didn't even have to try too hard to find you. Even in the middle of the night, like now.

"Don't you get bored?" he said, looking around the rocks. You had plenty of places to hide, and you were even able to attack him.

But to his surprise, you never did.

You always just ran and hide, even though you could fight. He had seen you in action and he dared to say that you would be able to ambush him without a problem.

So why haven't you done it by now?

"We should go back, it's not safe here after dark."

He took slow and careful steps, not making the slightest sound.

The warm traces in the sand were getting clearer and that meant they were fresh. You were not far away and at that thought a quiet snort left his lips.

"Don't hide from me. You know I will find you."

With a smirk on his face he looked through the sight of his weapon but he wasn't looking for you; he was looking for something that could threaten you.

Despite everything, Din cared about your safety more than his own. You were his pet. And he cared about what belonged to him.

He passed another mountain and stopped dead when your tracks suddenly disappeared. He looked around searching for any foreign traces that would indicate a possible fight or kidnapping, but the sand around looked undisturbed.

"Where are you?" he whispered to himself and started changing the settings of the viewfinder in the hope that he would be able to see something.

Rage slowly began to build in his chest when he realized that someone could have really kidnapped you, and what followed - he had to track down that someone and kill them.

He groaned under his breath and lowered his weapon, but when he wanted to turn around and go back to the ship, he heard something. He stopped and listened silently for where the sound was coming from. Unfortunately for you, your hand slipped on the stone again and pieces of it fell down. Right onto his helmet.

Din laughed and shook his head in amusement. "You almost make it."

In one movement, he loaded the weapon and aimed upwards. He immediately noticed a spot of heat that looked like you.

"Got ya," he whispered in satisfaction before pulling the trigger, shooting your side. Waves of electricity shot through your body, making you tense up and let go of the rocks with a scream.

Panic took over your body as you fell, ready to painfully meet the ground. He wasn't going to let that happen so he threw the gun to the side and with a gasp caught you in his arms. He groaned quietly as he adjusted you in his grip and looked at your pained expression.

"Fuck, that hurt." You winced, rubbing the spot where he shot you before giving him an angry look. "That wasn't necessary."

"Sorry ‘bout that."

You rolled your eyes and yanked, wanting to get out of his grip. He didn't let you fall out of his arms, he just slowly and carefully put you down on the ground. You dusted off your clothes, mumbling under your breath in dissatisfaction.

Din watched you closely with interest and could admit that the sight of you almost made him feel affectionate. Almost. If it wasn't for the fact that he was just waiting for your next step, which he expected to be another attempt to escape.

In a second, you turned around and ran towards the desert. A quiet snort left his lips when he gave you a few seconds of advantage before he started after you.

You ran as fast as you could, afraid to turn around to check how far away he was. You didn't have to wait long to find out though, because after a moment you felt his arms wrap around your waist, and then you both fell to the ground.

You groaned in pain, feeling his weight on you and every piece of his armor that digging into your skin. “Get off me,” you gasped, trying to catch your breath.

“Oh no no.”

Keeping you pinned to the ground, he sat on your hips and with a powerful movement, flipped you onto your back.

You didn’t even have time to register the position you were in when you felt his fingers unbuttoning your pants.

“You’re acting like a brat, so that’s how I’m going to treat you.”

He yanked on the material, sliding it off your hips. You gasped in shock, watching with your mouth agape as he ripped the material of your panties, as he unbuttoned his pants, and as he pulled out his cock.

“Din,” you said warningly, watching with wide eyes as he guided his tip between your legs.

“Shut.” He ran it between your slit and gasped at the wetness that was hiding there. “You’re into that, huh?”

“Into what?”

“Into that haunting thing.” He wet every inch of your pussy until your clit began to throb every time he rubbed against her. “You like being my prey?” he asked, positioning himself at your entrance. “Is that why you run away so often?”

You couldn’t even get a word out as you felt him slowly push into you. Air caught in your lungs at the feeling of being filled.

Din gasped loudly as he was fully inside you and felt the warmth that surrounded him. “Oh, fuck yes,” he moaned in delight before letting his hips take over. He started slowly, feeling you clench around him. “This is what you wanted, huh?”

He tightened his grip on your waist, holding you in place as he began to pick up the pace. The only thing he heard in response was your loud gasps.

He squeezed his thighs against yours, causing more friction.

“You’re a brat just for me to come after you, isn’t that right?” You shook your head and almost choked as he thrust harder into you. "Wrong answer."

You gripped his wrists tightly, trying to pull away from him when he didn't slow down, continuing to thrust hard into you and pulling back slowly. He let you fully feel his thickness and length as he had already learned how you liked it.

You didn't look like the type to enjoy being taken on the dirty ground like some whore. And yet, here you were, in the middle of nowhere, fucking breathlessly.

"You like that, don't you?" He dug his fingers deeper into your flesh, holding you tight to him as your pussy began to throb with each of his thrusts.

"Yes," you moaned blissfully, arching your back as you began to think only of the pleasure building in your core.

“Yeah, you do, my sweet little pet.”

His panting mixed with the wild sounds coming from you. He didn’t allow himself to make a thoughtless move for a moment as he watched the grimace of bliss on your face.

He loved making you feel like this, and he was sure that because of it, you never really decided to run away from him.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop.” Your pleading moans were music to his ears.

“I won’t.”

You shivered at his lust-filled tone.

His cock was slowly driving you to a point where you couldn’t think about anything and all it took was the sound of him to groaning with each thrust and your orgasm took over your senses.

“There you are,” he gasped in satisfaction as your walls began to throb around his cock as if you wanted to strangle him.

Your moans turned him on so much that he came deep in your pussy in mere seconds and you almost cried as he began to tear up as his cum painted your insides.

Breathing heavily, you both came down from your peaks.

The stars reflected off the beskar as Din stared at you without moving. You knew he wouldn't be the first to speak, he never did after something like this.

"Shall we go back to the ship now?" you asked, still calming your breath.

He snorted at your words and shook his head in amusement. "You didn’t happen to want to run away?"

You could have sworn there was a smirk on his face.

"Not really." You shrugged and gave him a crooked smile.

"I thought so."

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[sweetiecutie]

Pairing: slasher! König x fem! Reader

Warnings: mdni, dark themes, mention of drug use and cheating, stalking, obsession, König’s pov

A/n: it’s a prequel to my Fuck or Die fic, so go check it out<3 Will this be the beginning of psychotic yan! König series?? Maybe🤭

Crouched in uncomfortable position, fabric on his knees was damp from wet soil on which König was kneeling, mosquitos buzzing all over his head, all eager to drink of his warm blood - but he didn’t budge, staying still like a panther observing its next prey. Soft rustling filled König’s ears, warm breeze ruffling up the leaves of dense shrubbery among which man sat, completely concealing his bulky form.

König’s mouth filled with saliva, dilated pupils concealed the icy blue of his eyes, making them look pitch black. He swallowed hard, exhaling as slowly as he could through his nose, a spark of excitement settling somewhere deep within his stomach, watching unblinkingly through thick lenses of his binoculars two bodies swirling together.

In a building about three hundred meters afar all widows were free from curtains, revealing the insides of the house. With thumping heart König watched guy’s hands slip down Y/n’s sides, caressing sweet indent of her waist, down to soft hips and lower, finally resting on two hemispheres of girl’s plump ass. He noted how her back arched ever so slightly, pushing further into her boyfriend’s chest, hot mouthes connecting in a sloppy kiss, bright blush dusting Y/n’s soft cheeks and pointy tips of her ears.

Breaking apart shortly after, König’s sharp eyes watched guy’s lips move. “I love you” he said and König couldn’t help but snort in amusement, memories from only few hours earlier were still fresh in his head - how that motherfucker offered to give that cute cheerleader girl from his class a ride home, pulling up in an empty parking lot, not even ten minutes later his car was shaking from side to side. Still, Y/n smiled softly at his words, making König’s jaw clench. He could do so much better.

König didn’t expect much from you at first. Truth be told - it wasn’t you who caught his attention, but your boyfriend, especially where he lived. A huge house on the outskirts - closest neighbouring cottages were at best one kilometre away, making this place a perfect target for König’s next outing. So he came to studying its inhabitants more closely - a family of three - couple in their fifties and their only son. How better can it possibly get?

So König entered his usual routine - first and most important step was to learn more about his future victims, their routines and people they were close with. It was very easy with parents - an average boring life consisting of work, household and a dinner at local restaurant every Saturday. But slasher couldn’t say the same about their child.

From the very first hours König felt deep disdain for that guy. Everything about him just felt fake. A perfect son and excellent boyfriend, captain of local football team, goody two shoes who has never done anything wrong in his whole life - everyone’s golden boy, all bright smiles and promising future. The exact same one who snorted cocaine in stale bathrooms of gas stations, hands too shaky and mind too numb from withdrawal to actually process his surroundings; the one who, stoned out of his head, gladly threw himself in embrace of other women, hardly remembering sweet face of his girlfriend.

Oh, his girlfriend. Y/n - a sweet and lovely little thing, all butterflies and unicorns, never once failing to hold König’s full attention without slightest intention of doing so.

Watching Y/n has always been way more fun and exciting for him. König guessed it had something to do with her demeanour - so drastically different from his own, that attracted him so much. How bubbly and vibrant you were, making everything around you play with new colours, just like a little ray of sunshine - something König has never been.

Oftentimes slasher caught himself listening intently to you going over newest gossip with your best friend over the phone (wiretapping is way easier than one may think), your sweet voice filling his ears like honey, soothing his raging thoughts buzzing within his skull, clinging to every smallest word you said. It didn’t take much time for König to find your socials as well, spending way much longer than he should studying your pictures, breathing becoming shallow and his dick twitching at the sight of your puffy lips, often imagining how they’d look like wrapper around his shaft.

What König took special liking of was to watch your nightly routine. It was a stable and never changing chain of events - hot shower, skincare, rubbing moisturiser into your feet, shins and hands, and then finally tucking yourself comfortably in soft bed. It was nothing special, yet König craved to be a part of it. Craved to be the one applying whatever shit that was on your pretty face, to massage good-smelling mixtures onto your cheeks

Back to reality, König watched both Y/n and that little boyfriend of hers settling down in the couch, starting some soap opera on big TV screen.

Maybe now? König’s whole body froze at sudden thought. He swallowed hard once again, his mind racing, adrenaline burning through his veins at the intensity of this idea alone. Guy’s parents were out of town, meaning that him and Y/n were all alone in the house. König glanced at the black sport bag lying right next to him on damp ground, electricity tingling his fingertips - he had all necessary stuff packed with him, just go for it.

Slasher gazed through binoculars once again, blue eyes fixating upon you two cuddled up on the couch, man’s mind now filling with all the possible things he could do to the motherfucker, sight of him holding you so gently making König’s blood boil.

Reaching over to his bag murderer opened it, pulling out his mask and checking if voice changer was working still. All of König’s thoughts dissipating into nothingness the moment soft fabric of under mask touched the skin of his cheeks, leaving place for only one thing:

Soon she will be mine

[kamotecue]

from strangers to friends—friends into lovers (and now we’re strangers again) ✬ m. leon

pairing: mapi leon x reader

summary: you were the center-back’s first love, yet you couldn’t really act upon it. how could you, a royal and a commoner?

you felt someone wrap their tiny hand around the pinky of your finger, it was astrid—you’re only daughter the heiress to the swedish throne. a soft smile was worn upon your face, as you heard her hum to one of your favorite songs.

you looked beside her only to see her twin brother, andres who followed suit—carrying a small bag, his sister’s to be exact. she had always been a fan of sweets, something she had gotten from you. her brother however, preferred something sour—but was never one to deny a treat from his sister.

“du gillade aldrig riktigt att ta pauser, mamma. [you never really liked taking breaks, mom.]” andres commented, as you chuckled. they were right—ever since the tragedy that happened to the swedish monarch, you were held up in the office.

but you always managed to have time for the mischievous duo. they’d love to play pranks on you, you would never get mad but instead have a laugh about it.

“jag kanske inte gillar att ta pauser, men om det är med er två—skulle jag ta en paus när som helst. [i may not like taking breaks, but if it’s with the two of you—i’d take a break anytime.]” you chuckled as andres gave you a small hum, clearly satisfied with your answer.

“kan jag spela på stranden, mamma? [can i play on the beach, mom?]” you heard andres asked, as you gave him a soft look before nodding.

he cheered brightly before rushing, the assigned bodyguard followed suit—ensuring his safety as you snickered.

“var försiktig! [be careful!]” he looked back before giving you a nod. you looked down to see astrid looking at her brother with a soft look—the best duo you’ve ever known.

“mamma, kan vi få glass? [mom, can we have ice cream?]” you gave her a hum, clearly thinking about it before giving her a small yes.

you gave a small nod to a bodyguard, as he returned it, heading to the beach to catch up to your son. you were in disbelief of what was yet to come, memories that you desperately tried so hard to hide.

meanwhile, on the beach a small child was walking around—finding the perfect place to build a sand castle. the two bodyguards were always five steps behind, but it was enough to catch attention from people they passed by.

but a soft oof was heard as andres had accidentally bumped into someone, sending him to the sand. isak, his personal guard’s eyes widens as he rushed forward kneeling on the sand—as he analyzed the young heir.

“är du okej, din höghet? [are you okay, your highness?]” isak’s soft voice was heard, as andres gave him a small nod. he helped the prince up, carefully dusting off the sand that resided in his hair.

“tack, isak. [thank you, isak.]” a lopsided grin was shown on the prince’s face, but a thankful expression was noticeable.

andres looked up to see a woman with a concerned look, but he had noticed the tattoo that was written on her neck—looks can be deceiving.

“are you alright?” she asked, her voice was soft yet filled with concern. but the young prince looked a bit gobsmacked.

“it’s you—you’re the one my mother talks about.” the swedish prince spoke in english, as isak hummed at the prince’s words. mapi looked at him in confusion, slightly tilting her head.

but with a slight pat on the back from her club teammate, frido gave him a formal bow—recognizing him from afar.

“ers höghet, jag ber om ursäkt för min vän. vi spelade fotboll och hon gick för att hämta bollen. [your highness, i apologize for my friend. we were playing football and she went to grab the ball.]” mapi who looked confused, yet flabbergasted at the swedish words clearly not understanding a thing.

the prince just hummed before giving frido a soft smile.

“det är okej, det var ingen skada. [it’s alright, there’s no harm.] however, it’s nice to finally meet you—maria leon.” the prince gave the spanish center back a soft smile, as frido hummed in confusion.

“how do you know me?” mapi asked, slowly pointing to herself as her attention was quickly brought somewhere else.

“broder, vad har du gjort nu? [brother, what have you done now?]” astrid slowly approached the scene followed by a pair of body guards as well. her pink dress stood out as the bodyguards wore suits, yet it fitted the future queen.

frido’s eyes widened a bit, as she gave the crown princess a formal bow—also pulling mapi in a bowing gesture. the barca players had watched from afar, not knowing if they should join or simply watch from afar in amusement.

“i would hear stories about you from my mother, y/n l/n. además, es imposible no conocer al central del barça. [furthermore, it’s impossible not to know the barça center back.]” mapi’s eyes widened at the mention of her first love—while frido looked absolutely stunned at the prince’s fluent spanish.

“jag tror inte att mamma skulle vara nöjd med det. [i don’t think mom would be happy with that.]” astrid said, as andres hummed at her sister’s words.

“pido disculpas por mi hermano gemelo, soy astrid l/n, es cierto que nuestra madre ha hablado de ti. [i apologize for my twin brother, i’m astrid l/n—but it’s true that our mother has talked about you.]” astrid said, holding her hand out—mapi softly shook it, still stunned by the fact that she met the children of her first love.

it was a sudden goodbye after all, you and mapi were childhood friends—almost turned into lovers. the reasons that she has yet to know.

“vi måste gå små, jag fick ett viktigt samtal. [we have to go little ones, i had an important call.]” your voice rang from afar, as you had gazed to where your children were. mapi’s eyes had interlocked with yours, as yours widened with realization.

frido had done a formal bow, it was her queen after all. yet you were shell shocked at the whole thing. little did you know, this wasn’t the last time that you’ll meet again.

[brodygold]

The Brocess

You sat in the reception area, glancing around at the others. Your competition. Every one of you wanted to join the Golden Army, the elite sports club that had quickly become legendary. Invitations were rare, and you knew the journey to acceptance was grueling. But here you were, waiting for your interview after weeks of preparation. The stakes had never felt higher.

You had sent in your application, half-expecting to be ignored, but the Golden Army had replied within days. Their response was casual, almost cocky, inviting you to come in for an interview. “Just part of the brocess,” they said. You weren’t sure what to make of that.

Finally, the receptionist calls your name. Heart pounding, you rise and follow him through a gleaming corridor until you reach a door that looks like it belongs to royalty. As it swings open, the room beyond takes your breath away—gold everywhere. Gold walls, a golden desk, even the light had a warm, golden hue. And sitting behind that desk, wearing the coveted Golden Army jersey, was the man you had spoken with on the phone.

He looked up from his paperwork with a grin, almost like he knew this moment was a formality. “Sup, bro. Name’s Hades.”

You clear your throat, trying to mask your nerves. “Uh, hey. I’m here for the interview… hoping to join the Golden Army.”

Hades leaned back in his chair, an amused smile playing on his lips. “Yeah, I figured. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t want in, right?” He grabs a clipboard, twirling his pen between his fingers. “Let’s get you brocessed then. First question: Are you ready to boost your bros when they’re down?”

The question seemed easy enough, but there was a weight to it. Being part of the Golden Army wasn’t just about soccer—it was about the bond, the brotherhood. You’d heard stories of the lengths they went to for each other. This was more than a game.

“Yes, absolutely,” you reply with conviction. “I’ll be there for my bros.”

Hades jots something down, not breaking eye contact. “Good. Next question: What’s your favorite soccer position?”

You pause. The Golden Army is known for its skill on the field, and while you know your way around a soccer ball, you wonder if this is a trick question. Do they want players with specific talents? Or are they looking for someone flexible, willing to play where needed? Either way, honesty seems like the only path forward.

You answer truthfully, and Hades gives a slight nod, scribbling again. “Alright, noted.”

The interview stretches on, each question probing a different aspect of what it means to be part of this brotherhood—your loyalty, your drive, your passion for the game. Hades asks with an effortless confidence, like he’s already decided whether you’re in or not, and you’re just waiting for the verdict. Hours feel like minutes as the tension in the room builds. You feel his eyes on you, weighing every word.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Hades sets his pen down and folds his hands. A slow smile spreads across his face. “Congrats, bro. You’re in.”

The relief washes over you, and you exhale for the first time in what feels like hours. Hades stands, crossing the room to a golden closet and pulling out the iconic jersey. “Now, let’s get you suited up—and we’ve got to give you your new name.” He tosses the jersey toward you, and you catch it, your heart racing. The material feels heavier in your hands than you imagined, like it’s carrying the weight of every victory the Golden Army has earned.

As you pull the jersey over your head, the transformation feels real. Your arms and legs grow out, not too much but enough to make a difference on the soccer field. Your mind slows, focusing only on the golden army and your new bros. Hades is looking more and more attractive by the second. You’ll have to thank him in a special way later.

Hades grins as he looks you over. “Welcome to the Golden Army, bro. Practice starts soon. You’re gonna love it.”

You glance down at your new name and number stitched into the fabric. It’s official now. And as you head toward the field, any doubts you once had vanish. You’ve made the right choice. This was always where you were meant to be.

[a1ecmcdowell]

( AFTERCARE ) . . .ㅤㅤFOUR !!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ─ ㅤㅤㅤㅤTHE new rock band in town has some nerve, causing mayhem in the venue next to your studio every night. but how do you stay MAD at the lead singer when he looks at you like that ?

PART FOUR. sorry that u love me !ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤJENSEN POV!! fictional school lore. minor manipulation tactics. one (1) y/n and it DID upset me to do as much as it might u to see </3. reminder that this is a slowburn!!

parts will get longer, probably, as relationship develops.

ㅤㅤㅤ─ word count: 2.2k

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ㅤㅤA/N. i did not ever expect to do a jensen pov but honestly i just felt like this one deserved it. he's such a little rat but i'd let him hit it raw ok. before you say girl stand up... ik u were thinking it too... i see u ...

laurel dance academy was fucking cute. a prestigious little building deep in the forestry of outer dallas, tucked away from prying eyes and wanderers, full of some of the prettiest girls that jensen had ever seen in his entire life. 

they were all just as hyperfocused on their education and practices as you were, which meant that the most he got for wandering down the long, winding staircases and stopping to look in every two way mirror was just a look. 

a look! he was fucking trespassing, and all any of the college aged women and scattered men did was eye him, like they were just as aware of how he didn’t belong as he was. 

dangerous, dangerous. he was already trying to think up ways on how to get away with this more often. 

at least he was here for a purpose, and not just in an attempt to get a look at you in your little leotard again. he wondered if you tossed it after he debauched it, or if you’d thrown it in the wash and figured that was enough to get the stain of him off of your skin and your clothes. unfortunately for you, it wasn’t going to be that easy. he rather liked playing with his toys more than once. 

the dean of the school, tracy geralds, had agreed to a meeting with him. it honestly was a long shot, making that request in the first place, but if powerless was going to become something other than a glorified garage band, he had to take some risks that didn’t involve squatting in an abandoned venue. 

they needed shows, concerts, fucking get togethers if they had to settle for that. and while they were still clinging the dust out of every nook and cranny inside of sunset blvd’s walls, they couldn’t do it there. 

laurel had a stage. it was more designed for an orchestra, really, or, you know — dancers. but it was the first idea he’d gotten in their pursuit for getting the band’s name out there. it had nothing to do with you, even though he’d gotten the idea from your affiliation at the school. it was just too damn easy. 

he raps his knuckles on the dean’s closed, cloudy glass door. he waits one, two, three seconds before deciding to twist the knob and invite himself in. what was she going to do, expel him? 

she’s an older woman, pale blonde hair streaked white in places. her eyes are deep brown, thin lines in the corners, and deeper ones around her mouth. her lips twitch upwards in a small, polite smile. 

“jensen, is it?” she asks, moving around neatly stacked papers on her desk to clear an open space in its center. “go on, have a seat. i’m not going to bite.” 

“hey, you never know,” jensen jokes as he steps further into the room, tugging the chair in front of her desk out just enough to slip in the open space. he collapses into the cushion, stretching his legs out as much as he could in the small area. “i should thank you. for meetin’ me like this.” 

tracy geralds picks a pen out from the container at the corner farthest from jensen, and clicks it a couple of times. “i wouldn’t do that yet,” she says, grabbing a paper from one of the file folders. he was throwing this. she wasn’t even giving him her full attention which, he wasn’t entitled to it, but how was he supposed to flirt his way into getting what he wanted if she wouldn’t look into his eyes? 

“i think i’m gonna put my trust in you, tracy— i can call you tracy, can’t i?” his lips quirk in that panty dropping grin he utilizes so often. that smile’s latest victim had been you, and he could still hear the sound of your restrained moans in his ears. “me n’ my crew aren’t gonna fuck too badly with your stage, if you allow us to use the space.” 

her steely, dark eyes flick up at him. “i’d appreciate if you didn’t say fuck here, mr. ackles; not when you’re trying to swindle your way into getting something you want for free.” 

“oh, i wasn’t expecting free,” he quickly interrupts, and his eyes fall to the curve of her button up shirt, gaze tracing the form of her chest— or, lack thereof. god fucking damn it. he had so little patience, and so did she, and he had nothing to work off of. 

her thinned lips press into an even thinner grimace. “you think i’m going to be bribed with the promise of your—” 

a knock sounds at the door before she can finish, and jensen is almost relieved. he’s not in the mood to get his ass handed to him by a woman twenty years his senior, telling him that all he had to offer was, in fact, weak as shit. 

“come on in,” tracy says, her near sneer of a grimace still directed at jensen. 

he was fucking throwing this. 

the door creaks open, and he can’t help but be nosy. he’s already here. he tilts his head back in the seat to look at who was stepping in. 

his smile doubles in size, becoming something more genuine and less forced, at the sight of you. 

your eyes fall down to his instantly before they ever glance at the dean, and he shoots you a wink before turning around again, legs spread and entirely too comfortable for someone who wasn’t necessarily welcome. 

“oh,” you say finally, three seconds too late. so damn cute, he can’t stand it. like a little bunny! “i’m sorry, i can come back later, dean ger—” 

“don’t worry about him. we’re all but finished here,” the dean says, and he has to physically bite back the scoff that raises from his chest. yeah, he’d thrown this shit completely down the drain. unless…

your eyes glance between him and the dean a couple of times, before you clear your throat. “the cd, with the sleeping beauty songs? it, um, isn’t playing the music anymore.” 

he’s never seen you look so sheepish before. the urge to tease you about it is right there on the tip of his tongue, but he shouldn’t right now. he’s pocketing the information for later, though.

“really?” the dean asks, and jensen looks at her again, seeing the shock written on her face. mixed in with it is the slightest hint of fond exasperation. no surprise that you were a damn teacher’s pet type. “it’s brand new.” 

you make a dismissive sound. he’s glancing between the two of you like he has any fucking clue what this means; like he has a right to learn it, either. “beats me.” 

“i’ll go and take a look at it after this,” tracy assures, “and might just make a request for another, just in case. can’t have our aurora without her tracks, can we?” 

aurora. 

no wonder you were a teacher’s pet, you were the lead of whatever the hell performance you guys were talking about. jensen didn’t know how performances worked when it came to dance, but he knew disney princesses — of course he knew disney princesses — and could context clue the shit out of it to assume that you being aurora was a big deal. 

“thank you,” you say, and the door creaks again, like you’re about to leave. 

that won’t do. jensen sits forward in his chair, elbows on his knees, head swiveling around again to look at you. you really are a cute thing, dressed in a pale pink leotard and a matching skirt. your hair was slipping out of the tight bun it was usually in, front strands falling in loose ringlets. 

the smile didn’t work on the dean, but he knew that it worked on you. “hey, sweetheart. no hello?” 

the silence is so fucking heavy that, for the first time in what must have been ages, jensen regrets opening his mouth. the smile on his face becomes less charming and so much more strained. 

you don’t say a word. something about that irks him; the way you stare at him like a deer caught in headlights, your pretty pink lips parted and unspeaking. 

the dean does, though, a hint of incredulity in her voice. “you know each other.” spoken like a question and a statement at once. 

“neighbors,” jensen explains, and the white lie rolls off of his tongue so easily that it could have been the truth. the best lies were part truth, anyways, weren’t they? he’s starting to relax in his seat again, realizing he could salvage this. it was possible. his eyes flit back over to the dean. “she’s actually why i thought of laurel in the first place. i know all about the grandeur of your auditorium from her.” 

you’re glaring at him. he feels it like fire on the back of his skull. dean geralds’s eyebrows shoot up to her hairline. “i didn’t know you hung out with… such a crowd as this, y/n.” 

the dean’s eyes bounce between jensen’s heavily tatted hands, his rugged beard, his ( definitely ) mussed hair, and then to behind him. jensen turns, too, unable to resist seeing your expression at such an observation. 

your lips are curled in the most delicious scowl, your eyes full of hate and fire, as they fall to his. “surprise,” you bite out, and how pretty anger sounds in your voice. he’s heard nothing but that, until now, but it never fails to knock him off of his high horse every time. 

“well, in that case,” the dean sighs heavily, “you must know about the fact that he wants to share the school’s auditorium, i assume.” 

your anger deepens into vibrant red. your cheeks flush with it. jensen half wonders if it’s because you don’t want him infiltrating your space, or because you’re thinking about all the opportunities he’s going to get to see you now. he can almost see the memory of a few nights prior flickering in your eyes. 

“jensen’s a bit of a fool when he sets his attention on something,” you say, and he has to physically bite back the laugh that wants to spill out of his mouth because of it. “it’s all he’s been talking about. doesn’t shut up about it.” 

oh, you are fucking feisty today. he has half a mind to bring up the fact that he knew how to stamp out that fire in you, but he won’t. not in front of your dean, at least. 

“i’m sure you can enlighten me on why he wants laurel so bad, in relation to the tens of other actual venues in the vicinity?” jensen is not a popular person in this room, but he’s having too much fun seeing you on the spot, practically squirming against the door, to do the right thing and tuck tail. “all the information he’s given me is poor attempts at bribery and flattery.” 

ouch. whatever. couldn’t win them all. 

your lips upturn at the corners, though, and that makes everything but you in the room disappear. forget the old ass woman behind him, and the clicking of her pen, the scratch of the ink against whatever she was scribbling down. you were captivating. 

“his band’s trying to fix up sunset blvd,” you say, your shoulders lifting in a little shrug to punctuate it. “until then, they don’t have anything to perform in. i’m guessing that. i don’t know. he doesn’t tell me any of the whys on his goals.” 

hot damn, were you good. he could read each of your expressions like a book, and apparently, you could read his. 

“i assume he didn’t want to go far from home,” you add slowly, like you’re trying to piece together his motives as you spell them out loud, “and knew that i went to school here.” he didn’t. but pretty little lindsey from destiny dance studio spills everyone’s secrets when she has someone’s head between her legs. “and figured he’d take a chance.” 

the dean made a humming sort of noise behind him, contemplative in nature. this was farther than he ever would have gotten with her, because now that he’d gotten his eyes on you again, the idea of fucking his way into a deal with someone with more gray hairs than blonde made him didn’t sound like such a great plan anyways. 

the rolling chair she sits in groans, and he turns over his shoulder to look at her again, even if it physically aches to pull his attention from you and that fiery look in your expression. “thank you, dear. you may return to class. i’ll be down to check that cd out momentarily. and you,” she says, glancing at jensen now, “you’re incredibly lucky, mr. ackles, that the odds somehow fell into your favor.” 

the office door closes behind him at the same time as jensen’s heart stumbles in his chest. his mouth opens and closes a couple of times before it settles on a grin. “i’m very lucky, yeah. i’ll make sure to let her know how thankful i am.” 

and he planned on keeping that promise, at the very least.

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Eris x Rhysand's Sister!Reader Summary: The family is finally back together Chapter contains scenes of family bonding and lighthearted moments.

*Serves as a one-shot but can be read as memories fade or the sequel loves haze series

The night was still and quiet, a stark contrast to the turmoil that had plagued Eris’s heart for the past year. He sat in his study, the fire crackling softly in the hearth, its warmth a poor substitute for the comfort he longed for. His eyes were unfocused, staring into the flames as his thoughts drifted to Y/N and Finna. He had received word earlier in the week that their return was imminent, but the waiting was agony. He hadn’t slept properly in days, his nerves frayed by the anticipation and the longing that had gnawed at him for so long.

As the hours passed, he forced himself to focus on the parchment in front of him, his quill scratching across the paper as he tried to finish the last of his work for the evening. But his mind kept wandering, his heart aching with the hope that tonight might finally be the night.

A sudden knock at the door jolted him from his thoughts. Eris’s head snapped up, his heart pounding in his chest as he stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. He moved swiftly to the door, yanking it open to find Borra standing there, a rare smile playing on his lips.

“They’re here,” Borra said, his voice calm but with a hint of excitement.

Eris didn’t need to be told twice. He brushed past Borra, his heart racing as he made his way down the hall, the anticipation building with each step. He reached the front door just as it began to open, the cool night air rushing in.

He reached the foyer just as Y/N stepped inside, her face illuminated by the warm glow of the lamps. Finna, now four years old, clung to her hand, his golden eyes wide as he took in the familiar surroundings.

Eris froze at the sight of them, his breath catching in his throat. He had imagined this moment countless times, but nothing could have prepared him for the overwhelming rush of emotion that washed over him. His family was home, right there in front of him, after what felt like an eternity.

Finna was the first to spot him, and with a joyful cry of "Daddy!" he let go of Y/N's hand and ran straight into Eris's waiting arms. Eris scooped him up, holding him so tightly he feared he might never let go. Tears welled up in his eyes as he buried his face in Finna’s soft hair, the familiar scent and warmth of his son a balm to his wounded heart.

"Finna, my boy," Eris whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I've missed you so much."

Finna giggled, wrapping his little arms around his father's neck. "Missed you too, Daddy!"

Eris could hardly see through the tears that blurred his vision. He kissed Finna's forehead, his heart aching with the joy of having him back. For a moment, he simply held him, revelling in the reality that this was no longer a dream. His son was here, safe and sound in his arms.

When he finally lifted his gaze, his eyes met Y/N’s, and a fresh wave of emotion threatened to undo him. She looked tired but strong, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders in soft waves. Her eyes, though weary, shone with a mixture of relief and love as she watched Eris embrace their son.

Eris slowly set Finna down, his hand lingering on the boy's head before he closed the distance between himself and Y/N. Without a word, he pulled her into his arms, holding her as tightly as he had held their son. The feel of her against him, the steady beat of her heart, the warmth of her body—it was almost too much.

"You're home," Eris whispered into her hair, his voice trembling. "You're really home."

Y/N nodded, her hands gripping his shirt as if she were afraid he might disappear. "We’re home, Eris. For good."

He pulled back slightly, cupping her face in his hands as he searched her eyes. "I didn’t know how much longer I could go on without you," he admitted, his voice cracking.

Y/N smiled softly, leaning into his touch. "You’re stronger than you think, Eris. But I missed you every single day."

He kissed her then, a desperate, lingering kiss that spoke of all the love and longing he had carried in her absence. When they finally parted, he rested his forehead against hers, breathing her in.

"Tell me everything," Eris said, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Tell me about the training."

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath, her eyes searching his as she began to explain. She told him about the intense training sessions, the way Finna had learned to control his powers with a discipline that belied his age. She spoke of the challenges, the breakthroughs, and the moments of doubt that had plagued her, but also of the pride she felt in their son’s progress.

Eris listened intently, his gaze never leaving her face. As she spoke, his heart swelled with admiration and love for both of them. He could hear the strain in her voice, the toll that the past year had taken on her, but also the strength that had kept her going.

When she finished, Eris couldn't hold back the tears any longer. They spilled over, tracing silent paths down his cheeks as he pulled her close once more. "You did so well, Y/N," he whispered, his voice breaking. "You both did. I’m so proud of you."

Y/N’s own tears began to fall, and she held him tightly, her hands fisting in his shirt. "I couldn’t have done it without you, Eris. Knowing you were here, waiting for us."

Eris kissed her again, this time with a tenderness that conveyed all the love he felt. "You’re everything to me, Y/N," he murmured against her lips. "Both of you. I can’t believe you’re finally home."

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Finna toddled over and tugged at Eris’s pant leg. "Daddy, don’t cry," the little boy said, his voice full of concern.

Eris let out a shaky laugh, bending down to scoop Finna up and hold him between them. "I’m not crying, little one," he said, kissing his son’s cheek. "I’m just…happy. So happy to have you both back."

Y/N smiled through her tears, her hand resting on Finna’s back as she looked up at Eris. "We’re home now," she said softly. "And we’re never leaving again."

Eris nodded, unable to speak as the weight of the past year lifted from his shoulders. He looked down at his son and then at the woman he loved, his heart so full he thought it might burst.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Eris allowed himself to believe that everything would be alright. His family was whole again, and he would do everything in his power to keep them safe, to cherish every moment they had together.

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Kobeni from Chainsaw Man is a D&D Fighter

Okay yeah crazy people make dumb shit in D&D all the fuckin’ time, you can just say what the fuck on the internet. Some idiot made an article on how to play Cyberpunk Edgerunners characters in D&D what’s the big deal?

The big deal is that the D&D Fighter isn’t really...well represented in actual fiction. Controversial take, I know, but most uh...most mundane characters in fiction don’t really fit the bill of ‘Only good at combat but in a mostly superficial way that’s completely outclassed by the real shit of the setting’.

They’re not this:

This unique blend of...hell on earth that just isn’t present in actual fiction. One could say completely fucking unplayable. For those not in the know, this is D&D 3.5′s iteration of Fighter. For those who play 5e, this is basically the widely-mocked Champion Fighter subclass.

They’re proficient with all simple weapons, all martial weapons, all armor, and all shields including tower shields. They also have the following class skills: Climb (Str), Craft (Int), Handle Animal (Cha), Intimidate (Cha), Jump (Str), Ride (Dex), and Swim (Str)...with a grand total of 2 + Intelligence bonus skill points per level. That’s right, if you’re a Fighter of Average intelligence, you get to be okay in...2 skills.

And their saves are atrocious. If something even slightly scary shows up, the average Fighter is shitting themselves and running for the fucking hills.

This is obviously wildly fucking unrepresentative of any character in fantasy fiction. Too many demonstrate the ability to do more than just fight, and the characters who are famous for focusing on fighting are in series where being good at fighting means you can cut mountains in half or blow up the moon. And they’re all so...brave. Immune to fear even.

Enter God’s Chosen Failwoman

She’s a Public Safety Devil Hunter from the hit manga Chainsaw Man. She does this because her family made her, and it was either killing devils or prostitution.

Kobeni is a massive coward and in the first arc she’s introduced in with The Eternity Devil, she’s all too willing to simply kill Denji and give his heart up. When something scary is happening, Kobeni is the first to coward out.

Kobeni also isn’t very skilled. She quits public safety to go work fast food, and she can barely do that. Fast Food, considered entry-level work in this hellish economy due to how easy it is to teach someone to do it.

And yet, something curious.

When it comes to completely normal, completely mundane, completely comprehensible violence, Kobeni is unphased, and is insanely good at it. Sure, her partner got shot, but her reaction was to simply kill the shooter

and then go find the perpetrators

And when confronted by a frankly mundane demon attack, it doesn’t even touch her:

She’s also good enough with that knife, which for all intents and purposes is a completely mundane kitchen knife to slice clean through bone:

It’s groundbreaking. I’ve searched far and wide, but I’ve never found a character in fiction who perfectly lines up with everything that D&D 3.5 and even core Pathfinder 1e Fighter sets out to emulate. Someone who’s only good at violence, who’s insanely good with only one weapon, but can never break out of being completely mundane with their violence. Who, no matter how strong they get, how hard they work, is only human, with entirely human limits.

Here’s how you build Kobeni.

You need a high Strength and Dex. You need to be a Human. You need Weapon Finesse. You need to take Weapon Focus and Weapon Specialization, the full featline, with whatever knife of your choice (Weapon Focus, Weapon Specialization, Greater Weapon Focus, Greater Weapon Specialization, Melee Weapon Mastery). Take Lighting Reflexes. Take Light Armor Specialization.

Hell, if you want to more closely emulate how Kobeni functions, take the Combat Focus featline, which puts you into a sort of battle trance once you make a successful attack that lasts for about 10 rounds, which gives a bonus to will saves and other effects. Effects you can only get in Combat.

And guess what? You’ll be getting the genuine Kobeni experience. Being only good at completely mundane violence in a world that dramatically ramps up in stakes and moves past you.

[intuitive-revelations]

Retrospective notes and what to keep an eye on after The Legend of Ruby Sunday

I started writing this while watching through a second time. While my thoughts were still a bit random and out of order, I've edited them into something that makes a bit more sense to read through.

Susan:

A little bit weird at first that Ruby asks why the Doctor doesn't recognise his own granddaughter, given that she doesn't know about regeneration yet and Susan Twist is clearly not mixed race. After thinking for a second, I realised she probably just immediately reconciled this as an adoption scenario, especially with her own family and history.

I've posted seperately about my feelings on the retcon of Susan's origins, but I am still surprised we're going this direction. I also find the wording a little bit questionable, as the Doctor makes it sound like he hasn't had children before, when he 100% did.

A Susan misdirect being linked to the word TARDIS is excellent though, given that she claimed to have come up with the word. (People freak out about what this means for her origins, but I don't see why it can't just be that she's responsible for the English acronym translation convention, which then passed on to all of human history thanks to the Doctor's travels.)

We didn't get Susan this time round, but such a massive red herring implies that RTD is planning to build up to such a thing for real, right? I assume we'll also be talking more about her next episode / in Tales of the TARDIS.

I also mentioned this in my live notes, but I quite like the Doctor's justification for not going back to Susan. It makes sense on its own, but takes on a whole new meaning in light of what happens in Big Finish (even if you do need to slightly nudge the meaning to make sense, and admittedly it still clashes with her participation in the Time War).

The Time Window and Misdirections:

Slightly put off at 'time window' being used as terminology for UNIT's tech when that's been used for actual time portals in-universe before.

Liked all the mentions of chronons though. Need to combine that and "N-dimensional time" into an actual pseudoscientific theory of time physics in Doctor Who with artron energy etc.

The Time Window is also totally how we get the Memory TARDIS, right? I'm guessing that's why the Doctor sent Ruby there, so she can escape into it (though I don't know what that will look like given Tales of the TARDIS surely won't be essential viewing). I wonder if that means the Doctor we'll see in that won't be the real one?

Super sneaky making the time window the 'secret from the Third Doctor era' that is revealed that was teased. Not a lie, but really teases something different to what we got.

Actually, in general kinda mixed feelings about the sheer level of misdirection is this story. You've got the above, all the focus on Susan, maybe the 'Beast', literally playing the Saxon theme (The Master Vainglorious). Seemingly also the thing about where people were stood on Christmas Eve… though I am going to check to see if there's something about the TARDIS / Sutekh. That being said, I'm guessing we're coming back to this, as the pointing isn't really explained yet.

RTD also said the script opened "INT. COFFEE BAR, USA - DAY, 1947" but we clearly never got such a scene. :/

On the other hand, all the playing around and subversion with anagrams was a lot of fun. Very much riffing off of DW tropes. Very funny also that UNIT would immediately pick up on the S Triad thing, given their and the Doctor's history with the Master's own aliases.

Sutekh and the Pantheon

Super intrigued by everything regarding the Pantheon in this episode. So we've got members:

Sutekh: God of Death. The Oldest One / The One Who Waits, the Mother and Father and Other of them all. The Toymaker: God of Games. The Trickster: God of Traps. Maestro: God of Music Reprobate: God of Spite. The Mara: God of Beasts. The Three-Fold Deity of Malice, Mischief, and Misery. Gods of Skin, Shame, Secrets Incensor: Gold of Disaster Incensor's Children - Doubt and Dread. Harbinger(s)

I'm probably too EU-brained, but it feels crazy putting entities like the Toymaker and the Trickster below Sutekh? They're both Eternal/Guardian level, while Sutekh is just an Osiran, powerful but ultimately ephermal. How is he 'the oldest' and the 'mother/father/other' of them all? I guess age could be partially put down to Sutekh's fate in Pyramids of Mars, but actually originating before them doesn't really make sense. I guess he could be an incarnation of a much older being, a bit like the Doctor could be?

However, I also doubt Harbinger is entirely reliable. She's clearly hyping up Sutekh's dominion, so him being the 'god of gods' may not mean much in terms of their origin.

Speaking of which... a lot of allusions to the Devil here, as I mentioned above. Chidozie finds himself in 'hell' and Carla literally calls the shape in the Time Window "the Beast". The security camera is also 66m away (funnily enough, around 73 yards). Add in Gabriel Woolf also playing the Beast in series 2, and you really do have to wonder if there's a connection. If Sutekh and the other Gods really do see him as the same entity as the Beast, then maybe he really could be the oldest of them all.

Side note: "Mother, Father and Other of them all" is great. Connecting the word 'Other' to parentage is also interesting, given we've been talking about Susan...

Going back to the Pantheon - I am now 100% convinced, after theorising before, that we've been meeting members of the Pantheon of Discord.

While there are family connections between some of them, I doubt they really are all related. They're way too distinct for that. But as a loose coalition of malicious god-like beings across the multiverse, it works. Weirdly, it is also reminiscent of some plotlines from the Tenth Doctor Titan Comics. It also feels like the direct opposite of the 'Accord' from the Leftbridge-Stewart series, which was seemingly another coalition of more benevolent deities, including the Azure Guardian. I wonder if they oppose each other?

Some of the namedrops are super interesting too. As I mentioned in my live blog, the Three-Fold deity must be connected to the Six-Fold God, even if just an imitation. Some of the names (eg. Doubt and Dread), being directly named for concepts and emotions, also brings to mind the Menti Celesti.

I also strongly suspect we're going to meet the Trickster again. RTD even foreshadowed as much when he illustrated Now We Are Six Hundred.

Big question is... when did Sutekh become connected to the TARDIS? The latest it could have happened is Wild Blue Yonder, and that would be the simplest explanation... but dialogue implies he's been attached and waiting for longer.

Again, mentioned this in my live notes, but the connection of Sutekh hiding in the "Howling Void" and appearing on UNIT scanners with contradictory information like the Dalek Void ship is an excellent connection. Especially, again, with the possible Hell connection:

RAJESH: And what's the Void? DOCTOR: The space between dimensions. There's all sorts of realities around us, different dimensions, billions of parallel universes all stacked up against each other. The Void is the space in between, containing absolutely nothing. Imagine that. Nothing. No light, no dark, no up, no down, no life, no time. Without end. My people called it the Void. The Eternals call it the Howling. But some people call it Hell.

Does this imply he attached himself to the TARDIS while it traveled through the Void? If so... when was that? Again Wild Blue Yonder is a good candidate, as the TARDIS literally reaches the edge of the universe (at least in some sort of spacetime geometry), but this could technically harken back as far as Journey's End, when the TARDIS last visited Pete's World.

A bit of me is intrigued by the description of Sutekh "whispering, delighting and seducing" the TARDIS, but nothing else indicates the TARDIS was willingly carrying him. Again another sign that Harbinger's speech may not reliable.

Remaining Mysteries

No offence to the people who were all in on the theory, of course, but I'm pretty sure the 'TV' theory is nothing. Especially after this episode. I feel like people latched onto the promo shot for this episode which looked like a TV set and confirmation bias took on from there. That being said, I am ready to eat my words if it somehow comes back to that next week!

(TBF, the TV theory obviously does have some relevance to DW in general, what with the Weeping Angels, Doctor Who exisiting in-universe, fourth wall breaks etc. I just don't think it ever had anything to do with this story.)

So Mrs Flood is confirmed to be something alien or supernatural, after the ambiguity with the Christmas 4th wall break. Simplest answer is that she's also serving Sutekh / the Pantheon, but IDK... she seems different.

Still need to know what's up with Ruby's mum too. Annoyingly, the episode makes it kinda ambiguous if she was pointing at the past Doctor (as per the flashback earlier this series) or at the present one. If the prior, I assume she was actually pointing at the TARDIS / Sutekh?

That damn "worlds with orange skies" line. It's probably nothing, right? But why did we focus on it, complete with musical sting. RTD knows that's significant. Hell, it's specifically significant to Susan, with her talking about Gallifrey in The Sensorites, and Ten recalling it in Gridlock.

Also, unless the soundtrack was lying to us, which it doesn't usually (though I guess isn't unprecendented, with the Weeping Angel theme being used in Day of the Doctor when Osgood realises the statues are disguised Zygons), maybe a Master reveal coming up some point in the future? How though, I have no idea.

[romanestuffsposts]

Can we have a beach day fic maybe the reader is anxious to go in the water at first but as soon as she goes out with her daddies she wants to go as far out as they can reach ❤️❤️❤️

Hi there love! 💜

Of course I can write that for you, I’m so sorry it took that long to be out. I hope you’re okay and will be happy with the fic 🩷

Enjoy beautiful <33

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Warnings : fear of sea, anxiety, pet names, reassurance, kisses,

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : the beautiful day was about to turn into an anxious one if your Daddies weren’t there to support and help you

A/N : I’m scared of the sea too hihi

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You arrived.

The beach is actually right in front of you. You can see it through your window, as well as the kids running with sunscreen on their skins or adults walking with sunglasses and nice swimsuits.

But the thing that caught your eyes was the sea.

The deep and infinite water which remains calm in the background of the landscape.

You don’t have much fear in your life. When you were a kid you were scared of big dogs, one day your aunt adopted one and it happens to be your favorite animal now. At your teenage time, you were scared to talk to people, one day you had to talk in front of an assembly to defend the only person who mattered to you. Now you love talking to people when you feel listened to by others.

You’re not scared of the sea, you never had a bad experience with the deep water but maybe it’s for that exact reason that you’re not comfortable with the idea of going in it. You don’t know the sea, you don’t know what’s inside and the whole world that can live under you once you go for a swim.

You watch the family playing int the salty water, you watch kids on their animal-shaped buoy and you don’t understand how they’re just happy and nope scared or full of questions about that underworld.

‘’Sweetie ?’’ It’s the third times that your Papa is calling for you with you door wide open. You snap out of your mind and peer up at him ‘’it’s time to have fun, come on’’

He gave you his hand and help you stepping out of the car. You look around you and see your Daddy coming back from the trunk with towels and a bag. Your Papa keep a good grip on your hand as you all are walking toward the sand. The sensation feels weird against your naked soles and little toes. You’re not used to it.

Your Papa made you remove your shoes and sockets before going on the sand.

‘’Choose a good spot baby’’ your Daddy smiles as he looks down at you. You narrow your eyes because of the sun and point a spot you like once you find one.

‘’Here, remove your clothes so you can feel comfortable, I don’t want you to get too hot with the sun’’ Your Daddy says as he sit down, he opens the bag to put all the clothes in it and take out the sunscreen.

While your Papa removes his clothes, your Daddy applies the cream on your skin, he’s careful to put it everywhere so you won’t get burn. He gives you a little massage at the same time and you’re not going to tell him to stop. When he finish he wraps his arms around your torso and put your back against his chest, his chin fall on your shoulder and he kisses your cheek.

You melt into his arms, filled with all the emotions that are coming out from his body.

‘’I love you’’ he whispers in your ear. A tiny but sweet smile appears on your lips after his words. As your gaze is wondering around the blue sky, you answer him ‘’I love you too Daddy’’ in a quiet but loving voice.

During the three hours you spend there since you arrived you had the chance to build the most beautiful castle with your Papa. You tried to remove sand that were on your eyes because of the wind while your Daddy was laughing his ass off because of the face you were making.

To resume, you had a lots of fun, you didn’t even thought of the sea while you were spending time with your favorite men. That until your Daddy said he wanted to go take a swim with the fishes.

Your happy face changed into a anxious one when your Daddy put all the personal stuff in the bag, making it clear that you all were going in the sea.

They stand up and look down at you ‘’come on it’ll be fun you’ll see’’

You frown and shake your head ‘’I stay here’’ you mumble

‘’Baby, as much as we trust you we can’t let you alone here’’ Your Papa says.

‘’I don’t wanna’’

‘’Why’s that ?’’ He asks, kneeling beside you ‘’what’s wrong, princess ?’’

‘’ ‘m scared’’ You whisper

‘’Of what ? The sea ?’’ Your Daddy joins, kneeling beside you too.

You look at him and nod

‘’Oh babygirl’’ He sighs and sits beside you ‘’I know it can be scared because it’s big and it's the unknown down there so you have all the rights to be scared’’ he takes your hand in his ‘’but if you never take the first step you’ll always be scared. We don’t have to stay for hours in the water nor to go far away for a swim, we can just drop a toe but you can’t let that fear stop you from having the moment of your life’’

‘’Daddy’s right, sweetie. If you hide behind your fear you’ll never step above it to keep going in life, you can’t let that stop you’’ Your Papa adds. They both stand back up an,d give you their hands ‘’so what do you say ? We go drop a toe while watching the sunset before heading home ?’’

You look between them and the sea for a few seconds before nodding your head. They help you going on your feet and keep your hands in theirs while you walk. You stop a few feet from the water causing your Daddy to lift you up and rest you on his hip ‘’hey it’s okay, the water won’t eat you. We’re here with you little one, just as always’’

When your Daddies’s feet are in the water, your Daddy lowers himself so the tip of your toes touch the water. You gasp and retracted your foot ‘’it’s cold, isn’t it ?’’ He chuckles

You nod and smile a little

‘’Take it easy, princess. We have all the time in the world’’

You take a breath and lower you foot again. The cold doesn’t surprise you now, but the sensation of the water does. It’s not that bad in the end.

‘’hey baby look’’ your Papa points at the sky. You turn your head and see the most beautiful sunset you’ve ever seen.

‘’It’s beautiful isn’t it ?’’

Yea, it is… just like the time you spend here with you Daddies.

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Piece of me when I'm away

(This is my first piece of work, so don't judge too hard! Looking to continue writing, so if anyone wants anything (Ghost, Konig, Price, Soap) ) I would be happy to write for you!! I will write pretty much anything, nothing is off limits!!

Warnings - Angst (slightly), crying, slight sexual reference, fluff

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It was a few hours before Simon had to go on a mission for a few months. The both of you were cuddling in bed, Simon softly playing with your hair, while you were telling him about your plans for the week.

"So I have to take my nephew out to his soccer game, my sister has a few meetings she can't miss, so I am stuck being the stand in soccer mom Tuesday." You said chuckling.

"Hottest stand in soccer mom ever." Simon said kissing your temple.

You felt your cheeks heat up as you buried your face into his chest. "Oh shut up."

You laid there a while longer, basking in the affection of each other, before he started to stand up.

"Alright, bug. I have to start getting ready to leave." Simon said solemnly.

At this, you started to tear up. This was always the hardest part in your relationship. No matter how many times you had to say goodbye, for ever how long he was gone, it never got any easier. In your heart, you never knew if these would be the last moments you would have to cherish of Simon.

"Hey love, none of that." He said, stroking the stray tears that were falling down your face. "You know I will always make my way back to you."

"You can't promise that Simon, you know that." You said, trying to compose yourself. You knew this was just as hard on him, you felt terrible letting him see your tears.

"I have you to come home to Y/N, I will always do what I can to make it back to you. Please trust me on that."

You looked up at him, his eyes already on you. His eyes were so full of love, and adoration. This soothed your worries for the moment. You knew he loved you more than anything, and at the time being you tried to reason with yourself. You knew he would do everything he could, and that he would stay true to his word best he could.

"I do. I know... Just call as much as you can, so I know you're safe..yeah?" You asked, blinking the remaining tears away.

"Of course. Hey, wait right here okay? Got a little something for you." Simon said, walking into the living room.

You took a deep breath. You needed to stay strong for him, until he left. One of the things Simon told you he admired you for was your strength, you needed to show him you could be strong when he needed you to be.

Sitting down on your shared bed, you looked over at the picture of you and Simon on your nightstand. It was of one of your first dates. He took you to a lake, and made a picnic for the two of you. It was probably one of the best memories you had of the both of you. It was that date, that you knew Simon was the one. Underneath the hard exterior, was a man who just desperately wanted to be loved, and you wanted to give that to him.

Lost in thought, you didn't realize Simon had returned, with a large bag in his hands. "Love, here." He said, touching your shoulder to get your attention.

You turned, and took the bag. "What's this?" You smiled.

"S'nothing. Overheard you and your friend talking the other day, and just got you a little something." He said sheepishly, rubbing his hand along the backside of his neck. One of his nervous habits you found endearing.

You opened the bag, and pulled out a German Shepard Build-A-Bear, in a Military uniform. Holding it up, you saw that a pair of Simon's dog tags were attached to the stuffed animal.

Staring at the plush, Simon slowly moved his hand toward the paw, and pressed. You hear "Y/N, love of my life, I love you always. You are the greatest thing in my life, and I will cherish you forever" It was his voice.

At hearing this, you burst into tears, and threw your arms around Simon. "Oh Simon, I love you." You sobbed into his shoulder.

"Just a small piece of me when I'm away." He replied, rubbing his hands up and down your back.

"Thank you, I love this so much." You said holding him tighter. You knew which conversation he was referring to. You were with your nephew the other day, at Build A Bear, and had seen a military uniform as one of the costumes. You had told your friend later that day you thought it was cute, and would love to get one for yourself. The fact that he had heard that, and willingly went into Build A Bear as a grown man, alone, made your heart swell. Thinking of Simon doing the "heart ceremony" with the plush had you giggling aloud.

"What's so funny." Simon said with his brows raised.

"Oh nothing, just hard to picture you standing in line at a Build A Bear making this for me." You said giggling softly still.

" 'm pretty sure I scared the shit out of a few kids if 'm honest." He said with a cheeky grin.

After being locked in an embrace for a few minutes, he turned to view the clock on the nightstand. "Alright babe, I have to go, okay?" He said, cupping your cheeks.

"Kiss me Simon"

"Happily" He replied, bending down and placing his lips on yours. The kiss was deep, and longing. You threw your arms around him and pressed yourself harder into him. He reached down and gave your bum a squeeze causing you to gasp, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

A moment later, you both pulled away breathless. "Love, if you don't stop while you're ahead, I may end up being late to work. Something that won't turn out well for either of us." Simon said with a wink.

"Mmm, I'd be prepared for those consequences." You said giving Simon a quick peck.

"Naughty girl ya are." Simon said, playfully giving your bum a slap.

Walking to the door, with the plush firmly grasped in your arms, you looked up with Simon with a smile on your face. "Think this may be the sweetest gift you've gotten me, thank you again. I will cuddle him every night."

Simon looked down at you with a smile that made your heart melt. "Don't love on him too much, have to have some saved up for me when I return home to you."

"Simon Riley, I will never run out of love for you."

"Better not, you've got me for the long haul whether you like it or not. Would be awkward if this was one-sided when I get back "

You threw your arms around him and let out a laugh. "Never." You said.

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You kept true to your word when Simon left. You cuddled the plush which you lovingly named "Riley" every night Simon was gone, frequently pushing the button in his leg, just to hear Simon's voice. Your Simon.

One night, a few months into Simon's deployment, you were on the couch watching a show, snuggled up with the plush.

You heard, "Y/N, love of my life, I love you always. You are the greatest thing in my life, and I will cherish you forever" looking down, you realized that you didn't hit the button on the plush's paw.

Startled, you whipped your head around, to see Simon standing in the entryway, arms outstretched. "Hello beautiful"

You threw the dog to the side, and ran into your lovers arms. You were happy. Your Simon was home at last.

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[sunshinehunter]

Don't get me wrong I LOVE an overpowered super optimized build with the perfectly rolled exotic armor piece as much as the next person

but sometimes most of the time

I just like silly little bad builds

like is my fully optimized Shards of Galanor build with insane melee and super recharge fun? Yes. Or my Maximum Bey Blades build on Strand a CC machine? Oh completely.

but gosh I love making silly builds on 'objectively' bad pieces of exotic gear.

My favorite exotic no lie is Bombardiers. Now don't get it twisted. Bombardiers is NOT GOOD. They are not and never will be good. But when you dodge they make this little funny arcade noise so you know you let a bomb out of your pants. And sometimes you even kill shit with them! And they're fun in Crucible on Strand, make a spectre AND a bomb on dodge? That's just silly. But god I love my silly Bombardiers build even though its not good. Because fuck it lets have some whimsy space magic.

Speaking of whimsy space magic Gifted Conviction (that arc chest piece from Echoes no one really talks about) is a SILLY fucking chest piece. Oh you want me to completely change the Arc Hunter play style to make Ascension and Tempest Strike do something? No dodging and no punching? REALLY!?! You prommy? It's about as good as Tempest Strike and Ascension is (which is... fine?) but GOSH its so silly and fun. Get to see my lil Arc balls bouncing all over the place.

Another silly bad build is my Max Int Stasis build. 'But intelligence is a dump stat' yeah okay w/e man I'm not here to make a good build. I'm here to make as many orbs as possible with siphon mods and throw as many Silence and Squalls, and Shurikans as I possibly can to be a menace to red bars everywhere. Duskfields? We don't know her. Renewal Grasps who? We're going Hands On with Fr0st-335 and getting that storm up as often as possible.

Anyway silly bad builds are great. Don't be afraid of doing something dumb. Bad exotics can sometimes be fun.

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

ok what do you think every character in ofmd's highest dnd stat is?

Oooh ok let's get going. Ed and Stede are both very long and the others are rather short.

Ed- ok so I think Ed is definitely maxed out in both intelligence and wisdom. I think he's actually got a surprisingly low charisma. He just has expertise in intimidation and proficiency in deception and maybe persuasion. But more likely his player is looking at that persuasion skill and asking can I make an intimidation check instead.

Now if I was playing a d&d game and the assignment was play Ed in d&d I would give him a high charisma because I would stat him out as a lurker of the deep warlock BUT I think in canon where they're all rogues and fighters his charisma is ass.

Stede- Stede's difficult to stat out. I think most of his stats are probably pretty bad but he has the lucky feat. And some other means of making sure he roles well. He's not dexterous, I'm not sure on his strength, his constitution seems middling, his charisma is hard to pin down because everyone initially hates him (implies low) but he frequently wins people over with the power of friendship (implies high) but I'm leaning towards low on charisma because the winning people over is through persistent whimsy rather than true people skills. They become begrudgingly fond of him because he's impossible to get rid of rather than because he's charming is what I'm saying. He's a good problem solved he thinks on his feet and he's got a good insight which makes me think high wis but also every survival check he makes fails in comical ways so maybe this is another situation of his proficiencies tricking me into thinking he's got a higher wis than he does. The one thing he does have going for him is that he's pretty book smart so I have to go with int by process of elimination, but again, maybe strength, that's kinda the dark horse stat for him he doesn't show it but he doesn't fail any strength rolls either. He knocked a guy out with a punch tho so maybe strength. But his defining trait is problem solving so maybe wis? Idk. Not Con Cha or Dex tho those ones are definitely negative modifiers. If I had to guess middling wis, middling but slightly higher int, most of his proficiencies are in int and Wis skills, medium to high strength but he never uses it.

Jim- Dex. I will not elaborate.

Olu- I generally see Olu as the Jack of all trades build. He's a well rounded individual. None of his stats are all that exceptional but he's good to have around because he's got no negative numbers, and can do it all if push comes to shove.

Lucius- Charisma. He's an artist and his most used non-technical skill is being good with people.

Zheng- Charisma. I feel like this doesn't need any explanation.

Archie- fighting your way out of a snake takes grit, not being digested, and quite a few successful checks to not pass out while holding your breath. Constitution.

Frenchie- Frenchie is very cerebral, but not very book smart. That being said artificers are intelligence casters so I'm going with INT.

Pete- strength or con. He's a silly little guy but his mental stats aren't great and he's not giving me dex vibes either. Human fighter build.

Fang- Strength. See him breaking a guy over his leg and him holding onto the side of the ship with the goat in hand for an hour at least so Ned Low wouldn't find them.

Roach- survival and medicine are both Wis skills and historically my DMs have made players role wisdom for cooking checks.

Wee John- Strength but Charisma is definitely second.

Buttons- Druids are Wis casters.

Swede- drank poison. Lived. Con.

Ivan- he wields an Axe which is a strength weapon so probably strength.

Spanish Jackie- Charisma or Dex, but she displays more charisma.

Calico Jack- Charisma definitely.

Anne- Charisma is the one we see her use but I'm gonna go out on a limb and say her Dex is better.

Mary R.- Strength on the Ivan principle. Definitely not charisma

Mary B.- Commoner stat block with proficiency in painters tools

Izzy- Strength. But much like Stede this is a process of elimination. His Constitution is the worst Constitution we see in OFMD (Izzy the spewer), his Charisma is ass (see everything about him) his wisdom is so bad he can't succeed on an insight check to save his fucking life (and his life has depended on it) intelligence is not so good, Dex is good given how often he lurks in the corner unseen and appears places and the thing he does to Stede's shirt in 1.02 but the beginning of the duel with Stede is the most clear instance of a character using a versatile weapon with their strength stat I've ever seen so I think his strength is probably equal to or better than his dex. Also all the things we see him teaching Stede in 2.05 are strength and dex skills so I think that's where his skill set is.

Damn this crew is not a dexy bunch. Jim said "I'm playing an assassin rogue that throws knives" and everyone else said "alright let me not step on your toes then"