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moinstar · 4 years ago

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Commissioned light_arin from Twitter a birthday fic I had in mind. And also commissioned a collab with Lemonatii again for the illustration. I hope you enjoy reading it!

Moin MC x Diavolo (self-indulgent fic)

A comfortable silence hung in the library, the quiet interrupted only by the sounds of pages turning as Satan and Moin studied together. A satisfied smile graced her features as she finally finished a troubling math problem on her homework. She looked up, pride swimming in her brown gaze, planning to show Satan the fruits of her efforts. Before she could call for his attention, her gaze dropped to the book that he was focused on.

Instead of a grimoire or an anthology that he usually read during their lunch study routine, he was looking intently at a book of cats. She held back a giggle of amusement, taking in how focused he was on the page that talked of house cats as she leaned against the desk.

“Is that a book about house cats, or cats in general?”

The Avatar of Wrath looked up in surprise, as if he had just remembered that he wasn’t alone before turning a page of the book. He gestured towards the newly visible pages, a picture of a tiger displayed along with a couple paragraphs that listed the facts and features of the large and powerful cat.

“It’s a compilation of all breeds that classify as a type of cat. I was reading it for… research purposes.”

He glances down at the book, turning back to the page of house cats. A closer look showed Moin the different breeds that were listed, along with common behaviors and biological factors that set the breeds apart.

She idly traced a figure of a white cat, tilting her head as she mulled over the subject.

“All breeds, huh? House cats are cute, but I personally like bigger cats. You know, like the tiger you just showed me, or lions, or leopards…”

Satan looked up when she paused, noticing the excited glint in her gaze as she seemed to get lost in her thoughts about the larger cats that ruled the wild. He lifted his hand to his chin with a thoughtful hum before flashing her a smile. The action brought her attention back to the present, and she gave the fourth born a questioning look. He held up a finger, silently asking her to wait, before he picked up the book once more. Moin watched curiously as Satan flipped through the pages, wondering what he was looking for.

“What are you looking for?”

“Ah! Here it is.”

In answer to her question, he handed her to the book that was now open to a page that showed a magnificent panther. It looked strong yet graceful, with a dark black coat and golden eyes that seemed to jump off the page. Her fingers traced the outline of the large cat, a small smile tugging at her lips as she whispered in amazement.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Humans sometimes call them the ghost of the jungle, claiming that there’s no concrete evidence of their existence. In reality, they’re just very rare, and tend to keep to themselves.”

“Have you ever seen one?”

“Not personally, but I have seen pictures.”

They continued to talk about the black panther, so focused on the picture in the book that they didn’t notice the presence of Diavolo and Lucifer walking by the library. The Demon Prince’s golden gaze lit up with interest at the sound of their voices, deciding to tune out Lucifer’s nagging about paperwork. A quick glance into the room allowed him to see Moin’s look of awe and interest as she spoke of the panthers.

As Diavolo continued to walk through the halls of RAD, he turned the snippet of the conversation over in his head. He knew Moin’s birthday was coming up, and he wanted to do something special for her. His golden gaze lit up as he remembered the excitement in her voice when she spoke about the panthers. With an idea of what to do, he sent a text to Moin, asking her to meet him in his garden the night before her birthday party.

In the library, the redhead was still looking at the panther, her attention shifted to the piercing golden gaze. It seemed so familiar, hypnotizing, just like… She was shaken out of her thoughts by the buzzing of her D.D.D., surprised to see a message from Diavolo.

Speak of the devil. He probably wants to have an early celebration before the brothers pull me every which way on my actual birthday. With one last glance at the black panther, she pushed the book back to Satan, sending a quick yes to Diavolo. She settled down to study once more as she tucked her D.D.D., the hypnotizing golden gaze still lingering in her mind.

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The night before her birthday arrived quicker than she had expected, and before she knew it, she was walking through the halls of the palace with Lucifer and Barbatos. The Avatar of Pride had insisted on accompanying her when she told him plans, claiming that he had business to attend to anyways. The Demon Butler had greeted them upon arrival, with his usual polite demeanor before letting her know that Diavolo would meet her in the gardens. She followed the two demons, adjusting the large maroon scarf she wore to protect herself from the cold nights of Devildom.

Her gaze wandered around the gardens as they approached the gazebo, slightly confused when she realized that Diavolo was nowhere in sight. Noticing her confusion, Barbatos stopped and turned to her with his polite smile, his arm held in front of his torso, the image of a perfect butler.

“The Young Master will join you shortly, Moin. Lucifer, if you’d please come with me? There was an issue found in the paperwork that we looked over today. If you’ll excuse us.”

Moin nodded, half her face hidden by her large scarf, as Barbatos held his hand to his chest and gave Moin a bow before leading Lucifer away. It was unsurprising that they had work, the Royals and Lucifer always seemed to be taking care of one issue or another. She turned to face the water that reflected the night sky beneath the gazebo, settling down to wait for Diavolo’s arrival.

Moments later, Diavolo was leaving his office after speaking with Lucifer and Barbatos. His red coat was nowhere to be seen, leaving him in his collared shirt and slacks, his red tie contrasting with the overall dark shades of his outfit. His golden gaze glimmered with excitement as he hurried towards the garden, unwilling to keep Moin waiting for long.

When he finally reached the gardens, he paused, a smile tugging at his lips as he caught sight of Moin’s figure in the distance. Fortunately for the Demon Prince, her back was turned to him and he was able to hide in the shadows, preparing the surprise that he had planned for her.

Moin’s attention is drawn away from the glimmering body of water, the feeling that she was no longer alone washing over her. Assuming that Diavolo had arrived, she looked over her shoulder. Only to find something she had not expected.

Despite looking into a glowing golden gaze, it wasn’t the one that belonged to the Demon Prince. She turned around fully, watching in surprise as a large black panther padded out of the shadows. She tilted her head, wondering how a panther had ended up in the palace gardens as she took in the features. The graceful cat was standing still, as if waiting for a signal as its tail swished over the ground.

Is it… dangerous? She blinked a couple times as she mulled over the question, her brown hues never leaving the golden orbs that seemed to glow in the darkness. No. This is Diavolo’s garden. And he wouldn’t let in anything that would hurt me.

As she came to her conclusion, she let herself relax, smiling at the black panther. She reached out a hand towards the beautiful creature, crouching down so that she was at eye level with it. The panther blinked, as if in surprise, before slowly making its ways towards her.

With every step, its muscles rippled under the black pelt that shone in the moonlight. Yet, it moved with a sense of gentleness that further put the girl at ease. The panther’s whiskers twitched as the golden eyes shut, its head butting against her hand.

The feeling of soft fur against her palm brought a smile to her face, and she cautiously scratched behind the ears. A quiet woosh reached her ears as she pets the panther, and she looked up to see the tail swishing against the ground once more as it weaved around her, each step bringing it even closer to her. Its friendly advances made her smile grow, and when the large cat sat on its haunches, she wrapped her arms around it, fingers continuing to brush over the soft black coat. At this, a purr rumbles from the panther’s chest, obviously pleased as it rubbed its head against her cheek, making her giggle.

The panther blinks at her, and for a moment she swore it was smiling at her. Then the panther was giving her one final headbutt, still purring as it pulled away.

She watched as the panther started to leave, once more admiring the way its pelt gleamed beneath the night sky. When it reached the bushes that lined the area, it paused, one paw raised in the air as it looked back at Moin one last time.

The moment seemed to last forever, the golden orbs captivating her. Then with a flick of its ears, the panther disappeared into the shadows as easily as it had appeared.

It took a few moments for Moin to realize that the panther had really left, but before she could stand up again, she once again felt the presence of another. Glancing up, she found herself looking into the golden gaze she had originally been expecting. The Demon Prince was looking at her with surprise as he offered a hand to help her up.

“Moin? Why were you sitting on the ground?”

She accepted his hand, letting him pull her up as she smiled at the memory of the panther. Her brown hues were filled with excitement as she recounted her experience, starting with how she had been surprised to see a panther in the royal gardens.

The Demon Prince listened with a soft smile on his features, relief and happiness washing over him. She liked his gift. The effort of using transformation magic had been worth it. His gaze softened as he took in her awed smile, and the excitement that swam in her brown depths.

Yes. It had all been worth it.

#obey me mc #obey me diavolo #moin mc #obey me #self indulgent shit

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artxyra · 4 years ago

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post hawkmoth gabriel is outed as hawkmoth and no one except mari knows adrien is chat mari gows to batboys and one day adrien comes to visit her and the batboys think that adrien is here to get revenge on mari but imagine their shock when mari squeals and jumps into his arms and hugs him like theres no tomorrow (this isnt my idea but i wanted to see your take on it)

Note: So lack of motivation is a bitch and I’m surprised that writing and rewriting this fic worked. Hopefully, this stands up to your expectations.

“Breaking news, Adrien Agreste, the former head model of Gabriel Agreste Fashion, was seen walking down the streets of Gotham, New Jersey late last night. Tune in later for more Gotham gossip…” The volume slowly becomes muted leaving the person holding the remote sitting in silence.

Soon a series of noises, such as items hitting the floor, a body struggling to move fills the room ambiance sound. It wasn’t long before a phone’s ring tone goes off. More rustling is heard. The music stops, then there was a pause.

“Yeah, I just watched the news. So, what’s the plan. I already have Barb on speed dial.” A male’s voice states into the phone. This is Richard “Dick” Grayson on the four-way call with his brothers.

“Demon Spawn’s in charge of keeping, Pixie, busy. She cannot know that he’s in town.” Jason states before hearing his younger brother tsking at such an easy request. Of course, he could keep his fiancée busy in the meantime.

“Of course, I can keep my beloved busy, you imbeciles.” Damian scoffs at his brothers. In fact, his beloved was most likely in her studio right now working on a commission.

“Good, good, keep her away from any source of news. We all know how Gotham Gossip works. The rest of you meet me at WE and we’ll figure out a way to get Agreste out of here.” Tim explains to which everyone mumbles their agreements and slowly hang up on one another.

“What was all that about?” Kori asks coming out of the bedroom, rubbing her eyes.

“Oh, you know, the same old same old.” Dick smiles at his wife who raises an eyebrow but shrugs instead and goes into the kitchen.

“Ready for some more gossip Gotham! Former son of the Parisian terrorist was found shopping at Coccinelle de Pixie storefront that was recently vandalized not long after with the words ‘Traitor’ spread painted in black across the window…”

Timothy Drake sat in his executive chair nursing a new cup of steaming coffee. Gotham’s Gossip playing on a radio that he soon turned off and shakes his head. All the more evidence to place Adrien Agreste behind bars just like Paris did his father. For years, everyone thought Adrien was in cahoots with his father in terrorizing Paris, Adrien made no statement and he stayed away from the media.

“Mr. Drake, your brothers are here.” His assistant announces through the coms. Tim quickly replies knowing that his brothers are seconds away from breaking down his office doors.

“You heard the latest gossip?” Jason practically demands. Tim could feel the anger rolling off his predecessors. “Of course, you did, you wouldn’t be listening if you hadn’t. I swear if Gordon doesn’t find the culprit, I will.” Jason slams his fist against the wooden desk, to which Tim simply takes a sip of his coffee and stare directly at his brothers.

Tim would never say it aloud, but he was surprised to see Damian especially after he was given the job of keeping the person that claim as their sister busy for the evening.

“I don’t care what methods you use Todd, as long as the person—” Cough, Agreste, cough, “is behind bars and locked up with the worst of the worst.” Damian gave his brother the answer he needs.

“Back to the issue at hand.” Tim sets his cup down. “Babs sent me Agreste’s itinerary from his hotel location to any phone history. So far, we have gathered he is in contact with someone under the name Buginette, unfortunately, that number is tied to a burner. They are making plans that seem on the verge of making Bean suffer.”

“Great, we have our main suspect and we can’t even call his accomplice,” Jason growls, he hates feeling helpless but that only has so much time before Adrien could make his attempt.

“I wouldn’t say that; Dick you’ll be tailing Agreste, from his GPS location, he should be passing by WE any minute now. Use this and the GG, as we all know she’s in for the latest scoop.” Tim hands Dick a device with a beeping red dot moving. Dick examines the devices before placing them in his pockets.

“We have until eight o’clock tonight to detain him. This Buginette and he plans on meeting at an unknown location. We will intercept them either both or right on.” Tim then takes another sip giving his siblings time to process any information that he just gave.

“Just in, GCPD found a bunch of dead ladybugs in front of the Chordate Hotel, the hotel that Adrien Agreste is rumored to be staying at. Is this retribution to the future Mrs. Wayne as we all know how much she loves ladybugs…?” The broadcaster’s voice carries over the car’s radio.

Damian Wayne could help but tighten his hands around the steering wheel. Someone was after this fiancée and he felt helpless about it. Marinette doesn’t deserve any of this. She has too much to worry about with the wedding and her growing fashion empire.

He pulls up in front of their shared apartment and immediate parks into his parking space.

“Angel, I’m home.” He calls out tossing his keys into the decorative bowl that on the end table next to the front door.

“In the back room.” A female’s voice calls back. Damian smiles practically visualizing the smile on his fiancée’s face.

Walking past a series of boxes, Damian makes it to the back room. Marinette is kneeling next to a mannequin, hand sowing the lace fabric into place. Damian couldn’t help but watch her work in awe. They have known each other for years and even today her working still amazes him.

“Are we still going over to Bruce’s tonight?” Marinette asks looking up briefly to acknowledge her fiancé and give him a smile. Damian was quick to answer her with a yes to which she nods and turns her attention back to the gown. “I should be done in an hour. I also have a couple of stops to make before we head over. Or do you wanna carpool with your brothers while I drive?”

Ding, ding. Damian knows that the messages coming through are from his brothers. “I’ll be fine; getting a ride with Grayson.” He answers before grabbing his phone and unlocking it to view the messages.

“Dami…Dami…” Damian turns away from his phone to stare into the blue eyes of his fiancée. “I thought I lost you there for a minute; you didn’t respond when I had asked whether you’re going out tonight for patrol?”

“Tt, I am going on patrol with the others tonight. Doing a run before and after dinner.” He answers hoping that she doesn’t question it. Marinette narrows her eyes before shrugging and continuing with her sowing.

Quickly getting changes, it wasn’t long before Damian receives a message from Dick stating that he’s out in front. Damian gives Marinette a goodbye kiss and exits out of the apartment.

“Wha’sup Gotham. Tonight’s segment is saucy. With Adrien Agreste out in the public, the batbros are out and about. I swear I just some red outside the studio window. Now onto the sauce—”

“Are you seriously listening to the crap with the mask on?” Robin questions Red Robin, who waves his in his defense. “Should the target get here by now?” He looks over the building to view the streets.

Behind the two vigilantes, Nightwing and Red Hood appear on the rooftop.

“Agreste should be arriving in five according to his GPS location.” Nightwing states and a ringing sound goes through their coms.

“Nightwing is right. Though is it for certain that Mr. Agreste is the person behind the attacks against Miss Marinette?” Agent A’s voice rings through the coms. The four brothers look to one another all being on the same wavelength. They all think that Adrien Agreste is behind the attacks. There was no other reason to explain it. He arrives in Gotham and then there are attacks against Mari through her storefront and favorite animal/insect.

“We’re sure, Agent A,” Tim responds as the device on this wrist beeps. At the same time, a rental car pulls up across the building and parks. Adrien Agreste gets out of the car and straightens out his collar.

“Target is in place. All we’re missing is this Buginette person and we’ll move in.” Red Hood pulls out an AK-47 and position it to lock on Adrien. He wasn’t going to kill the blonde male, maybe just skim a little off the top or scare him shitless.

Down below, Adrien pulls out his phone and calls someone. Immediate the batbros knew that he is talking to this Buginette person, it’s not because Red Robin has the recording playing as well.

About five minutes later, a familiar dark car pulls up. Robin looks at the car in suspicion. This car was the same model that he has and shares with Marinette from time to time. From the corner of his eye, he could see Red Hood etching his finger closer to the trigger.

Adrien runs over to the car shouting “Buginette” happily to the person inside.

The car door opens and immediately they hear a gunshot. The door closes and Adrien jumps back. Red Hood side-eyes his brothers as Robin silently hopes that he is wrong for once.

This “Buginette” person finally gets out of the car to reveal a Marinette Dupain-Cheng, who was no doubly staring in their direction.

“Well shit.” Red Hood groans just as the rest of the family facepalm or are into much of a shock to do anything.

“Hold on for a second, Adrien,” Marinette states holding out her hand as her other hand goes to grab her phone.

On the rooftop, Red Hood’s phone was going off. None of them wanted to answer it. In fact, there were certain that they didn’t want to answer. Instead of taking it like a man, the brother quickly gathers their items and disappear off the roof.

“Do I even want to know, what’s going on, Buggy?”

“No, Kitten, you don’t wanna know.” Marinette huffs and places her phone back in her purse. “I have an hour to hour to kill before I dinner and you and I have a lot to catch up on.” Marinette wraps her hands around Adrien’s shoulder, who smiles sheepishly at the dark-haired woman. “I hear that you and—”

“Mari!” Adrien interrupts blushing a deep red to which Marinette laughs and opens the door to the building.

An hour later, Adrien stands behind Marinette, who was on a warpath knocking against the large doors to Wayne Manor. They could hear furniture moving, people yelping, and a cough. Alfred stands at the with a greeting smile like no other, though Adrien could sense the double meaning.

“Good evening, Alfred, how are you?” Marinette greets with that sickly-sweet smile; Adrien knows all too well. Marinette never the one to keep the deadly appearance apart of her getup but she knows how to use her best aspects for the worst.

“Good evening, Miss Marinette and you is your guest?”

“Oh, silly me, this is my brother in everything but blood, Adrien Dupain-Cheng.” Marinette gestures for Adrien to follow. She places her jacket and purse down and examines the room. Of course, the couch was being used as a blockage.

“Ooh…boys?” Marinette sings walking past the couch, setting each and everyone right side up.

In the dining room, the four men all look to one another scared to utter a single sound. They did not want to deal with Marinette, especially Jason.

“Whose bright idea was it to allow Hood to shoot at Adrien?” Marinette’s voice echoes throughout the manor’s first floor. Bruce, who was sitting at the head of the table raises an eyebrow at his sons. He wasn’t in the bat cave when they returned but they returned as quickly as they left.

Dick mouths “you don’t want to know” to his father figure and begins to sweat bullets. “Whatever happens, tell Kor’i and Mar’i that I love them.” The oldest adopted Wayne states as Marinette makes her way to the archway leading into the room.

“You don’t need to worry about that Dickie.” Marinette smiles, “I’m after Jason.” At the mention of his name, Jason darts out of his seat and through the window. Alfred and Adrien watch the scene play out in two different emotions. Adrien was curious while Alfred was just done with everything.

“I’ll place the order for a new window sir. Is any hungry for dinner?” No one answer to afraid to make them the next target to Marinette’s anger.

“Dinner sounds nice, Alfred.” Marinette smiles sending more chills down the remaining three batbros. “So, everyone, meet Adrien, my brother. Apparently, someone tried to kill him this evening, should I know something about that.”

“I’m more concerned as to why you were using a burner phone to contact Agreste.” Damian murmurs to which Marinette heard him and was immediately behind her fiancé.

Lowering herself to make sure her lips were closer to his ear, she whispers, “Why would it matter, Demon?” She leans back and gestures for Adrien to take a seat. “Adrien here was in hiding from the press and it was my idea from the start.”

Damian chokes on air, the feeling of death forever lingering. He knew there was a reason why he loves Marinette, and this was one of them.

“Is it safe to come in?” Jason’s head pops up only to get greeted by a Batarang. “Got still not safe, you know what I’ll just go eat out.” Everyone turns to Marinette, who was still showcasing her sickly-sweet smile.

“Anyone want to join him?” She asks taking the empty seat next to Damian, who was spatting himself down making sure he had no weapon on his being that she can reach.

“No, we’re all good here, um, Adrien tell us about yourself?” Tim ends the harsh silence quickly and for once he was actually awake.

Adrien smiles and begins to talk about his latest adventure.

Moments later, Alfred returns with dinner solidifying tonight’s adventure.

Much, much later…

Damian and his brothers came out of their stupor of last night’s event. “Wait then who was vandalizing Mari’s store and image?” Tim asks before pressing a cup of coffee to his lips.

Before any of them to grab their devices to hunt down the real culprit, Marinette walks into the living room. “It was an old employee of mine. He only did it because someone—by the name of Lie-la—offer him some big money. He never received it so he came clean.”

Marinette then picks up the keys from the decorative bowl and leaves her place.

The three older brothers turn to their youngest, “You better not divorce her.” They all state at the same time. Damian only nods, agreeing with his brothers for once in his life.

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naysaltysalmon · 3 years ago

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crystalas · 3 years ago

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It’s only a matter of time part 3

wherein MK and Redson are still trapped training under Macaque and are given a chance to send a message home

Chapter 3: Training daze

Supper time came around after what felt like an eternity of silence between the two, Red Son would not move from his corner despite MK’s many attempts to get him to at least turn around and talk to him. The only way he knew Red Son was even alive was the fact that his tail would swish the floor occasionally. The shadow clone brought in the food bowls and place them on the floor taking away the empty ones. Only then did Red Son move and without looking at MK or even acknowledge him even being there and went to grab his bowl and dragged it back into his corner with his back to MK and began to eat quietly.

MK looked down at his food bowl and began to nibble at his meal, the silence felt horrible he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. What the hell do you say to someone being forced to eat well…people? Where was Macaque even finding all these bodies? Was he raiding a morgue? Killing people in the street? Did he have a farm or knew someone with a human farm? Red Son had said that demons eat people quite regularly and he was considered the ‘weird one’ for not wanting to.

All these thoughts rattled in MK’s head he desperately wanted to talk to Red Son to fill the silence, to get these horrid thoughts out into the air so they wouldn’t be piling up in his head and snow balling into worse ones.

What does human even taste like? Do they range in flavour? Are they like bananas where the flavour and texture changes as they get older?

NO! the thought train has to stop there before he feels compelled to try a bit for his curiosity especially when he had nothing to distract himself from it.

MK realised he had eaten through his entire bowl except for his bugs. He glanced back at Red Son and noticed that his hair was slowly returning back to its former colour instead of dark ash grey it was now dark red at the roots, but his demonic appearance was yet unchanged.

“Your hair is changing back” MK said softly, Red Son’s ears flicked a bit.

“Soooo… this is what you really look like?” he continued as he tried to get anything out of the demon prince, this merely received a tail twitch.

“Looks cool I mean I always thought it was weird that you didn’t look anything like your dad, but I guess it makes sense now.”

Another flicking of the ears and a swish from the tail.

“But why hide it? I mean if you were trying to blend into human society you wouldn’t throw your fire around like you do so…”

“Noodle boy?”

“Yes?” MK chirped elated he finally got something out of his cell mate.

“Please shut up, as it has obviously escaped your notice, I find these topics of discussion… annoying.” Red Son hissed, “I understand that we need to work together and keep each other alive and while I appreciate your attempts of…” he stopped for a minute as if he struggled to find the right words but gave up trying. “I would prefer if we…we…didn’t talk about it.”

MK looked down at his bowl and saw the revolting grubs that laid there, he gave a determined sigh and got up to plop himself down next to Red Son who just glared at him. MK looked him in the eyes grabbed the bugs and shoved them in his mouth, gagging slightly as the grubs crunched and popped in his mouth before swallowing them. It took him a whole two minutes not to gag but he kept them down none the less.

“What is your point exactly Noodle boy?” Red Son growled.

“We are stuck in this hell hole together, if you have to eat revolting stuff then so do I…”

“There’s a huge difference between you eating insects and me eating your kind!”

MK opened his mouth to say something but nothing came to mind to counter that point, his attempt of supporting Red Son seemly going down in metaphoric flames…

“However, if our sadistic master has plans of strengthen our bodies, we need all the food and protein we can get. When we get out, I will make that shadow bastard eat a fistful of dirt for every lump of this filth he has forced me to consume!” Red Son declared boldly and turned around to sit next to MK his food bowl already empty.

“Totally and when we get out, I will get Pigsy to make you the biggest bowl of noodles ever!” MK exclaimed “Actually make that two cos I want one as well! Cos man, do I miss carbs!”

That actually got a chuckle out of the two.

“I will hold you to that noodle boy!” Red Son said leaning back against the wall, “So who do think will get here first?”

“Huh?”

“No doubt my father has noticed my absence and is looking for me, I bet your friends and mentor are looking as well. So, who do you think will find us first?”

“Monkey King hands down, the dude has a decent track record of rescuing people from demons.” MK said confidently.

“Ah yes but can your Sun Wukong punch his way through rock and steel like it was nothing? My father will be the one to break down those cell walls and smash that monkey into paste! I’ll wager an entire tray of melon bread on it.”

“Cakes? Really? we’re betting our freedom on cakes?”

“I’m not talking about any melon bread; I’m talking about the deluxe cream melon bread from that uptown bakery that stuff is divine!” Red Son explained with a sigh, “Also food is all I can think about right now so yes…” he admitted with a grumble.

MK leaned up against Red Son who stiffen up for a brief minute before relaxing, they both knew that they were trying to put on a brave face on a horrid situation but for now at least they had each other to distract them from the nightmare.

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The days seem to blend into a long stream of body punishing strength building excerise, combat training and magic techniques. Red Son’s strength and familiar appearance slowly returning with his new reluctant diet.

MK begrudgingly learned how to use his powers better, wherein Monkey King just gave him the idea and let him figure out the rest, Macaque actually gave him instructions and critique on what to do to make use his powers more efficiently.

“The reason why your clones went wild was because you saw them as yourself! You gave them too much autonomy” Macaque said as they went through his clone making skills. “Those clones are an extension of you nothing more and nothing less. When creating them make sure to only give them a simple command.”

“Red Son focus on the intensity of your fire!” Macaque would bark as Red Son would set fire to several wooden dolls to practise on his aim and control. “I don’t want those targets singed I want them torched!”

Combat training consists of the two sparring against shadow clones, Macaque stopping them occasionally to correct them on their stature and technique before making them continue.

“Put more power into that attack kid, remember your first strike should be your last!”

“Red! Stay light on your feet and watch those flames, you’re supposed to be a fire prodigy act like it! Don’t hold back!”

“MK is the shield and Red is the spear!” was one of the things that Macaque would repeat during training. Neither boy had any clue as to what that meant and now knew better than to try and question their master unless specifically asked to.

MK and Red Son quickly conformed to Macaque’s rule despite them wanting nothing more than to smack or burn their gruelling task monkey, however with the bands in place they knew it was wiser to just try and do as they were commanded.

Escape was also impossible for the first few days MK had scanned the entire dojo with his golden eyes of truth and came to the conclusion that Macaque wasn’t lying about him being the only way in and out of this dojo. They found that getting out of their cell which was insultingly easy, it was as if Macaque was mocking them with the fact that they were still stuck without his assistance. Even so the threat of the bands kept them inside the cell at night and MK hated how quickly they had become like trained dogs.

Some afternoons Macaque would lead them into the shrine room where he would teach them medicine and body anatomy. Which to MK seemed a suddenly off track from what they had been doing but when allowed to ask [and these lessons were the rare occasion where they were allowed to ask questions without consequences, within reason of course] Macaque just gave a small smile.

“You may be the Monkey King’s successor but you are still human, same with Red there will be times you will get injured in battle. Wouldn’t it be good to know how to heal yourself?” he had answered as he pulled out the next scroll. To which once again MK and Red Son had to agree, numerous times they were go to their cell with blisters, burns, aches and pains and all sort of small injuries from their brutal training regime which is probably what inspired Macaque to do this in the first place.

“Or perhaps you wish for us to learn the finer details of the living body so that we can damage it better?” Red Son asked while jotting down the details that Macaque had shown them on chi pressure points and their properties. Macaque gave a soft laugh at that.

“Meh I guess it’s a little of both”

“Care to explain why you are doing all of this?” Red Son inquired “You’ve never actually told us…”

“I did tell you Red, I’ve been commissioned to train you guys. You don’t need to know any more than that.” Macaque exclaimed; Red Son gave a growl of frustration but kept it low in his throat.

“What Red Son is trying to say is, perhaps if we knew what we were training to fight we might be able to prepare ourselves better?” MK tried hoping to get some answers, Macaque’s medical lessons ranged from first aid to skeletal structure of several different creatures, to herbal properties and poisons. If they were being trained to attack someone or something in particular these lessons weren’t giving them any context clues.

Then again nothing Macaque did in their lessons gave them any clue as to what they were training for, it was like Macaque delighted in keeping the two in the dark about everything. They had lost all sense of time in the shadowy dojo; time had no meaning when there was no sun or moon to mark the days or months. They had tried scratching out marks on the wall to count days but were warned not to. When they tried to keep track in their minds, they kept losing count because when you are worked to your last aching breath on a daily basis it made remembering what day it is a challenge.

Time must be passing because they were getting stronger, Red Son and MK would have rather chewed rocks than admit it to Macaque but they had noticed that they were getting faster and enduring the morning excerise regime better. Their movements in combat were more precise and fluid, less energy wasted in their attack and this got them praised by their master. Red Son fire powers were more in control, he could now control what he did or did not burn with his flames and MK could now create clones that didn’t go rouge and his skill with the magic staff was better.

One of the things that kept them sane was their nightly talks, where they would just lie in the cell too drain to do anything but chat and try to keep the despair at bay. They would talk about anything that came to mind no matter how small and stupid because when they grew too tired to talk it would mean they were be left alone with their thoughts and sometimes that scared them more than the idea of what would be coming tomorrow and why no one had saved them yet.

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“I want to go home” MK said one day during their mid-day break, Red Son flinched and looked at MK was standing there defiantly with weapon in hand before glancing at Macaque who stood there watching them with that same irritating condescending casualness. Was he insane? He thought there was no way he was just going to agree!

“Seriously kid?” his master asked. MK could feel his resolve weaken under that stern gaze.

“Can’t we at least visit or call? I mean my friends must be going out of their minds, I don’t even know how long we’ve been down here…I just…I just want to let them know I’m alive at least.”

Macaque gave a thoughtful hum and both boys braced themselves for the agonizing punishment only for him to click his heels together and take out his staff.

“Alright”

“Wait really??!” the boys spluttered.

“But only if you can pin me for longer that five seconds, I’ll even let you attack together!”

Red Son and MK grinned at each other, at last a chance to properly fight back and Macaque in his over confidence was letting them attack without the worry of repercussions from the bands. They both got into attack stances the hope of escape or at least contact with the outside world filling them with renewed energy.

“You get rid of the shadows I’ll focus on getting him pinned” MK said to which Red Son nodded.

MK launched himself at Macaque who dodged his attacks with effortless ease, Mk pushed forward with more aggressive blows with his staff to which Macaque blocked them with his own. Red Son lit up his fists and threw a barrage of fire balls which flew around MK keeping clear of him and heading to their intended target. Macaque smacked the fire balls away with a swing of his staff causing fire to ignite along the training ground, he looked around and noticed he no longer could see MK until he heard a rip of hair and the sound of clones being created. He glanced up at MK who at first looked like he was going to rain clones down on him but realised they all had their staffs primed and ready. With the heavy melodious ringing clangs Macaque was suddenly fenced in by a barrage of cloned staffs to which he glanced around and saw flames suddenly erupts around them causing him to blink back from the brightness. MK leapt over the clone fence to look at Macaque.

“No shadows for you to escape to and nowhere for you to run!”

“You still haven’t pinned me yet kid” Macaque said with his hands folded behind his back, MK growled and leapt down knocking Macaque to the floor and holding him there with his staff letting it go knowing full well that Macaque couldn’t lift it.

“How about now?” he demanded. Macaque smirked again and looked down MK followed his gaze and saw that by jumping in and pushing him to the floor his body now created a small shadow to which he melted away into. MK looked around realising he had trapped himself in a fire pit. Red Son watched from outside and gave a yelp when Macaque appeared behind him grabbed him and threw him at the staff fence causing them to explode into gold smoke and the fire to pitter out. MK didn’t even have time to react when Red Son came flying through the fence, smacking him right in the chest causing them both to hit the ground.

They both laid sprawled on the floor as Macaque walked up to them, clapping softly.

“I’m not going to say you did well but I can see where you were going with it, good idea about blocking me from my escape routes. However, when you got cocky you messed up.” He explained as they got themselves up, MK gave a snarl of frustration and Red Son hair flared up angrily as he punched a nearby pillar.

“However, you did pin me for five seconds…” Macaque mused.

“So, we can go home?!” MK yelped.

“No, that attack was appalling” Macaque laughed, “I’m going to need to drill in better team work into of you two. No, I agreed that if you pinned me for five seconds, I’d let you make a phone call.”

The boys looked at Macaque as he pulled out a cell phone from his cloak.

“Wait how does that even get cell coverage in here?” Red Son blurted out.

“You’re the one who likes to mix tech with magic, you tell me” Macaque answered before tossing the phone to Red Son. “You get two minutes each, I don’t think I have to tell you not to do anything dumb like tell them who I am or where you are…”

“But we don’t know where we are!” MK cried.

“Exactly!” was the cheerful reply.

Red Son was first he took the phone and held it in his hands like he was holding a piece of fragile bone porcelain before swallowing hard and then handing it to MK.

“If I give Noodle boy my two minutes, will he get four instead?” he asked, the monkey gave a shrug as if to say ‘hell why not?’ MK blinked back tears.

“You’d do that? But what about your parents?”

“My parents aren’t exactly tech savvy, hell my father can’t even use a cell phone, and besides this is our one shot for someone to track the call and I know dragon horse girl is more knowledgeable in that.” He explained, he glanced at Macaque who was still watching them keenly. That is if our ‘master’ didn’t have some way of blocking it but he didn’t want to smash MK’s hope.

“Thanks…” MK breathed and dialled in Mei’s number, for a brief horrible moment he thought what if it was the early hours of the morning and she was asleep? What if she didn’t pick up? What if during the time they had been gone Mei changed her number? He had desperately wanted to call Pigsy and Tang but he agreed with Red Son, Mei was the one most likely to pick up and be able to use this call to find them.

“Hello?” Mei answered.

“Mei! Oh, thank god!”

“MK??!! Holy shit is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me!”

“Where the hell are you? Everyone is going insane! Monkey King is on the verge of going Kaiju trying to find you!”

MK looked at Macaque and he took in a deep steadying breath before trying again.

“I…I’m not allowed to say.”

“What?! Have you been kidnapped?”

“Yes.”

“Are you okay? Jeez that is a dumb question of course you’re not! you’ve been fucking kidnapped!”

“No…No we’re ok for the most part.”

“Hold on… ‘we’?” Mei asked.

“Red Son is here with me”

“Red Son got kidnapped too??!!”

“Yeah, we’re kind of stuck here getting trained…for something…” MK looked at Macaque and could see he was pushing his luck so stopped himself from going into further details.

“Man, that sinks my theory that Red Son kidnapped you in some stupid demon betrothal or something!”

“As if I would do that!” Red Son shouted.

“Wait was that Red Son? Is he there?”

“Yes…”

“Who did this? Tell me who so I can sic Monkey King and Pigsy on them, they are really wanting to punch someone”

“I’m…not allowed to say…” he whimpered. “Mei, you need to talk to DBK, Red Son said his mom can use wind magic to find stuff that might give you guys a lead.”

“Great!”

MK took another deep breath, he didn’t want to worry Mei even more by breaking down into tears over the phone, he wanted so badly to talk to her longer but knew his time was limited.

“Mei…I’m nearly out of time for my call could you please tell Pigsy and Tang that I love them and I’m really sorry for making them worry.”

“Sure thing” she whimpered he could hear her sniffing back tears. “Don’t you worry we’re coming to save you!”

“Could you tell Monkey King that I’m not giving up…and…and…I’m…” he could feel his voice cracking, tears trickling down his face.

“Tell my father to hurry up and rescue us! I have a whole tray of melon bread riding on a wager that’ll he finds us first!” Red Son declared loudly, “Please inform my parents that I, Red Son will not break so easily and neither will Noodle boy!”

“Times up” Macaque muttered holding out his hand.

“We have to go now Mei…I’m really sorry…I…”

“Dude don’t worry I’ll tell them, I hit record as soon as you mentioned being kidnapped…” he could hear her sniffle before returning to the phone in her strained cheerful voice that MK knew she had when she wanted to put on a brave face. “Tell Red Son he’s gonna loose that wager! Monkey King is so gonna get you guys out first!”

“Thanks…” he whispered as Macaque took the phone away and hung up. MK hugged himself as he fought back the urge to cry, he never thought how painful it was going to be telling his friends and family what could be his last goodbye. Red Son tentatively put a hand on his shoulder.

“Right now, that is out of the way, let us continue with your lessons…” Macaque declared.

#monkie kid red son #monkie kid mk #monkie kid macaque #spiceynoodle

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atiny-piratequeen · 4 years ago

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Character Analysis: Song Mingi, the ‘Wind Whisperer’

Languages: English, Japanese (Post Transformation), Korean (Modern Day), French (Modern Day), Spanish, Sign Language (ESL, JSL, KSL, LSL, LSE-Modern Day)

Crew Position: Boatswain

Powers: Aerokinesis/Air (Inherited from Japanese God, Fujin)

Compass Position + Arrowpoint Stone: South Eastern, located under his collarbone, Crystal Opal

Eye Color: Brown (Natural)/ Violet (Demonic Form)

Hair Color: Brunette (Natural)/ Crimson (Demonic Form)

Piercings: Prince Albert (Modern Day)

Likes: Praise, Successful Snatches, Orange Juice, Crafting Presents for Friends and Family, Reading Stories With the Crew

Dislikes: Bella Rose, Manipulative People, Mean-Spirited People, Being Left Alone

*The above image of Demonic Mingi is a commissioned piece from @seonghwea and is not to be taken out of this moodboard. Reposting isn’t cute, if I find this piece anywhere besides on Atlas’ blog and here in this moodboard, we WILL file a dmca. Don’t be an asshole :)

Mingi.

An unfortunate child, with a heart of gold. Raised amongst a poor band of thieves, but still finding a family worth more than even the finest diamonds. A child raised around the honey and warmth of a found family.

Until the day poison began to seep into his life in the form of a little girl with a wicked smile.

Not even the smiles of his precious baby sister can stave off the looming force of negativity known as Bella Rose.

Boatswain Song Mingi.

The sails fly high above the heads of the members of the formidable Utopia. Reliable, sturdy, innocent, and strong. Despite his inexperience, the crew looks towards him for guidance on affairs regarding cargo and other crew members.

A loyal and hard worker, none of the crew members are opposed to following behind their boatswain. They sing a hearty shanty together, passing barrels to and fro under his leadership.

Something about orange juice, but no one seems to mind too much, as long as their boatswain keeps that smile on his face.

-Mythology-

Feared and respected are the brothers of the storm. The lightning, Raijin, and the wind, Fujin.

Fujin, an unruly force of nature, is often depicted with messy, wind swept curls and an intimidating snarl. Upon his back is a bag of winds, which is the source of his power. He rides upon a nimbus cloud and can devastate the lands below just as easily as he can aid humanity.

For all of the lost life that comes from typhoons, at times, the wind is on the side of Fujin’s people. Such a case would be an instance in the 1200s, when the invading Mongol fleet was devastated by a horrible wind storm. Sometimes, the helpful storm is attributed to Fujin’s divine intervention.

From a gentle summer breeze to a volatile tornado, Fujin is the god behind it all.

-Power Applications/Demon Transformation-

Upon fully using his powers, Mingi’s hair bleeds into a deep crimson color. His eyes shift into a dark violet tone and a shining, glittering cloud-like mark appears on his cheek. The mark glitters in the light, and the more Mingi uses his powers, the more you can see the hues of color within the gem swirl around within the mark.

Despite being a Boatswain, not a Navigator or Sailing Master, Mingi still uses his powers for the crew’s ocean exploration. Alongside Hongjoong pushing Utopia with strong waves, Mingi puts the wind in her sails, speeding up their journey and cutting their trips down to over half the time it would take for them to sail places.

The force of Mingi’s wind can change, from a light breeze to vicious typhoon or tornado force winds. Though he is one of the more combative of the men when it comes to using his powers, Mingi doesn’t have a particularly organized style of fighting.

What he lacks combative style, he makes up for it in sheer force and power. Mingi plays strong offensive support in group fights and will use his winds to either push or pull enemies closer to the others. Out of the eight of them, sans Hongjoong, Mingi has the farthest reach with his powers.

He is also one of the mobile members, using the force of his winds to fly through the air and close the distance on long-range enemies. His powers work better when there is some space between them, as it does take a bit for him to muster up the winds for them to be useful in attacks. If he’s interrupted when gathering the winds-specifically before a wind storm-he’ll have to start all over again, but if he manages to stop one, him summoning more or being attacked won’t detract away from the first initial storm.

Ideally, Mingi fights better with an even, level field to fight on, as too many obstacles on a battlefield will break some of the force of the winds and lessen the damage he can cause. Mingi may not be a trained fighter like Seonghwa, Jongho, or Yunho, but he knows how to use his size to his advantage, and can hold his own fairly well in a hand to hand fight.

-Character Song Breakdown-

All of the main boys have a song assigned to them in the AtT playlist to go alongside their origin chapters. Mingi’s character song is Never Be Like You by Crywolf. He also has another song that strongly relates to him so I’ll share some lyrics from the other song as well, Masochist by Matt Van.

Both songs feal with Mingi’s near suffocating anxiety and his loss of self-worth as a result of Bella Rose’s constant torment.

‘What I would do to take away this fear of being loved

Allegiance to the pain

Now I'm fucked up and I'm missing you

I swear she'll never be like you

I would give anything to change this fickle-minded heart

That loves fake shiny things

Now I'm fucked up and I'm missing you

I swear she'll never be like you’

Originally this song is intended to be for a man pleading for forgiveness from an ex-lover, but I decided to use the hurt from the lyrics to change the meaning to apply to Mingi. His fear of being loved, stemming from Bella’s verbal and emotional abuse, is something we follow throughout his time with the pirates aboard the utopia.

Mingi was raised to be a pickpocket, and that ties in for his love for ‘fake shiny things’. While with the crew and battling with himself, Mingi has to convince himself to accept the good feelings he receives from the others around him and how they’ll never be like Bella Rose. She, though deceased at the time of him joining the crew, will never be like them, either.

‘Stop looking at me with those eyes

Like I could disappear and you wouldn't care why

Now I'm fucked up and I'm missing you’

Throughout their time together, Bella Rose makes it abundantly clear she only ‘cares’ for Mingi during the times she needs or wants his aid for something. Mingi also has issues making and keeping eye contact from time to time, as a result of his trauma.

‘I'm only human. Can't you see?

I made, I made a mistake

Please just look me in my face

Tell me everything's okay

I'm only human. Can't you see?’

To wrap this up, I’ll share some lines from Masochist that share the same sentiment and message as the song we’ve just gone over.

‘As long as I'm not myself

I think I'll be safe, yeah

What am I looking for

In this state between love and war

Am I chasing a chemical

That just leaves me wanting more

And is there a difference

Between truth and happiness

If ignorance is bliss

To the emotional masochist’

‘We can go pretty far

If you wanted

'Cause I know it's not your thing

To stay in one place, yeah

I can be what you want

I can be anything

As long as I'm not in love

I think I'll be safe’

-Character Blurb-

“Slowly.”

“I can’t-”

“If you say you can’t one more time, I’ll tell Yeosang to never give you any oranges ever again.”

Mingi sat up straighter, frowning as he looked down at the paper in his hands. Seonghwa sat across from him. His long legs crossed as he watched Mingi. It was his turn to tutor the boatswain for the week and Mingi felt small under his steel gaze. With a shaky breath, he scanned the paper.

“Read it.”

“I am, I swear-”

“Aloud.”

Mingi pursed his lips, startling when Seonghwa crossed the room, leaning into his space. Mingi shied away, but Seonghwa followed, catching his chin between his fingers. He tilted his head and smiled, and Mingi felt his heart stutter.

“You can do it, and I promise it’ll be worth it when you do. Read it, please.”

Mingi blushed and smiled as Seonghwa placed an encouraging kiss to his nose before pulling him away, giving him some space.

“O-one cup…” he squinted at the page before perking. He knew that word. He’d seen it before in the galley while working with Yeosang.

“Sugar! It’s sugar!” Seonghwa smiled from beside him, carding long fingers through tousled brunette hair before nodding.

“Excellent.” He placed a rewarding kiss on his lips. “Continue.”

One by one, Mingi slowly read the list of things on the paper, each time encouraged by Seonghwa’s gentle purred praises or a small compliment in that accent they all loved so much.

Milk. Cinnamon. Nutmeg. Vanilla. Coconut.

When he finished, he tilted his head, blinking.

“Is...this a recipe?”

Seonghwa’s lips quirked before he nodded.

“It sure is, meu amado. Yeosang picked up a book on Caribbean desserts at the last port and he wanted to make you something. Toto, I believe it was?”

Mingi’s eyes lit up as he perked, looking at Seonghwa like an overgrown puppy. If he squinted, the ex prince could swear he could see a tail wagging back there. He chuckled and kissed him, nodding towards the door.

“Let’s get you something to eat to celebrate.” he hummed. Mingi nodded and took off like a shot, smiling ear to ear as he raced down to the galley, joy erupting in his chest at the scent of vanilla and coconut that flooded the inside of the ship.

He’s never felt so at home.

-M.List-

#fie writes #att analysis #att character analysis #mingi #long post #happy mingi day!

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kpopyourcherryy · 5 years ago

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How To Tame A Brat - (M)

Genre; Smut

Length; v long

Kink(s); Daddy kink, brat taming, impact play, breath play, a few others

A/N; Commissioned story for @k-soft-little

The rapid hum in your chest seemed to be audible by anyone who passed by. Your palms were damp as the anxieties that riddled your mind went wild, yet there you were standing outside the brick building. Your eyes scanned the large burgundy door as you looked over the address more times than you needed to.

His last message made the fluttering in your chest speed up and chills run throughout your body- you were already giddy with excitement at just the less than holy thoughts of all the things he could do to you when he hadn’t even touched you yet.

“I’m good at taming brats” You scoffed to yourself, thinking about how past partners all claimed the same thing but all seemed to never succeed at fully reaching that level of obedience in you. “We’ll see about that.” You hummed under your breath as you reached out- turning the golden plated knob before finally entering his little playroom.

Immediately the scent of sandalwood and lavender filled your nose. The walls were dark in color- burgundy with black trim; and as you made your way down the short hall, you practically felt your heart skip a beat as your eyes instantly began to examine the variety of playthings he had hidden away here.

First, you walked over to the large wooden X that was bolted to the ground and chained from the ceiling. Your fingers daintily ran along the grain of the cherry-stained wood before toying with the wrist restraints that were built into it.

But soon your attention was diverted to the wall that his torturous inducing toys meticulously hung like trophies that were assorted by their size. Your eyes loomed over the tails of each of the floggers- some were braided and firm while others were knotted in different segments, but then there were the riding crops, some were made from what you guessed to be suede while one specific one, which he seemed to be most proud of since it was on display loud and proud, was leather with a demonic red flick at the very end. Your body seemed to instinctively shudder with both fear and excitement at the thought of him using it on you.

Losing track of the time, you continued to explore the room. It seemed so small from the outside but it was a vast, kinky wonderland.

As you began opening the large chest that sat at the foot of the king-sized bed, you pulled out your phone- your eyes widened at the few texts Jinyoung had sent you warning you of his arrival and reminding you of your instructions when you heard the familiar click of the front door before it opened.

His scoff had a vicious undertone to it as the door shut behind him.

“What did I expect?” He asked out loud, his heavy footsteps emanated from the hall as he stopped just at the opening. “Really, y/n?” He sneered, chewing at his inner lip as his dagger-like gaze scanned you. “I gave you simple instructions and yet you couldn’t follow them?”

You were still facing the chest, messing with the gags and clamps that laid inside, as he spoke to you.

Shrugging, you couldn’t help but give into the smirk that was splayed across your face as he tried not to scold you, “So?” You simply replied, putting the playthings back as went for another look around. “What made you think I was going to listen in the first place?” You jeered before turning to face him for a split second, cocking a brow before you started making your way to the armoire.

Jinyoung carefully stalked behind you, keeping his distance though as he watched the way you gracefully walked over to the large wardrobe.

“I was hoping you would.” He hummed, sighing as he crossed his arms over his chest, accentuating his toned top half. “But I should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to help yourself.”

“Like I’ve told you time and time again, I do what I want Daddy.” You purred your teasing little sentence. “And I wanted to explore, so that’s what I’m doing.”

“Well, kitten.” He muttered, nipping at his lower lip as his burning stare stayed glued to you. “Why do you think I had you come here?” He asked, slowly closing the leftover space between the two of you; staying just inches from you.

But just as you opened your mouth to speak, he swiftly closed in- using his large hand to harshly grab your face.

His gaze turned firey as his fingertips bruisingly pressed into your cheeks.

The sudden rough behavior startled yet aroused you all at once, he had never been like this before- he was always patient, polite, and gentle.

“Did you fucking think I bought you here to explore? To have a look around?” He aggressively sneered, but again before you could come back with some sort of jeering response, you yelped as he smacked you.

“I suggest you shut that fucking little smart mouth of yours, kitten.” He growled, smacking your face once more- relishing the way your body reacted with a whiney cry and a mousy tremble. He loved this.

Suddenly, he released his grip on you, practically tossing you down onto the floor as he stayed towering over you. Looking down at your with a menacing stare that you’d never seen before.

Your heart pumped wildly in your chest, even more so than before, as your mind tried to wrap itself around what was happening.

“That’s my girl, stay quiet and just answer me with a simple nod.” He crouched down, grasping your face a tad gentler this time. “Do you think you can do that for me?”

Immediately, you gave him a frantic nod. “Tell me, little one, are you gonna be a good girl and listen to Daddy?”

At first, you began to nod, silently promising him your obedience, but then something made you stop.

Jinyoung cocked a brow, “I’ll ask you one more time,” His grip on your jaw tightened, “Will you be good for Daddy?”

Again, you seemed too hesitant for a moment or two before finally shaking your head- giggling as you stopped to look up at him with mischievous, doe eyes.

Something about that riled him up, he immediately let out an animalistic growl as he grabbed hold of your ponytail- tightly winding it up around his hand as he forced your head back and your gaze up to him.

“You’re not gonna listen to Daddy, little girl?” He growled, releasing his hold on your face; tapping the reddened area on your cheek with his fingertips.

Again, you shook your head no and his hand sharply hit your face, forcing pained whimpers out of you as you attempted to squirm away. With a harsh pull of your hair, he kept you in place, “Again, are you going to listen?” He snarled, leaning his face closer to yours.

Part of you wanted to submit- you wanted to be a good girl and hear his honeyed voice sing you sweet praises- but the other wanted to anger him. You craved this sort of affection- the roughness, the aggression; everything about the way he treated you satisfied your deepest needs.

“Fuck you.” You roughly retorted, sticking your tongue out before flashing him an impish grin.

“Dumb little slut…” He growled, standing from his spot with his hand still in your hair.

He began undoing the button of his jeans, “If you can’t listen and you want to talk with such vulgarity, I’m just gonna have to do something about that smart fucking mouth of yours, aren’t I, brat?”

His gaze left yours as he pulled down his jeans, showing off his fitting burgundy briefs for a split second before yanking them down- allowing his hardening member to spring free.

“Suck.” He commanded.

The one-worded demand sent chills down your spine and though you had been nothing but defiant, you instantly obeyed- opening your mouth nice and wide as you stuck your tongue flat out for him.

“Mhmm, good baby.” He purred, gently stroking his member before running the tip along your tongue just as he began easing it in deeper into you mouth- hissing soft curses as you closed your mouth around him.

Soon without much more instruction, you raised your hands up and replaced his on his shaft- stroking his member as your mouth got to work.

Your cheeks hollowed around him as your tongue licked along the bottom of this length. With that same doe-like gaze you peered up at him, “Fuck, baby..” Jinyoung drawled his words, his hand grazed your throat before winding your ponytail around it once more.

You moved your hands from his length, allowing him to take the lead.

His hips immediately swayed, filling your mouth to near completion, “You wanna talk shit, don’t you baby?” He hissed, punctuating his question with a harsh thrust into your mouth- groaning as he listened to you gag. “You wanna talk back and act like a dumb little whore, hm?”

His thrusting continued, and the room slowly filled with his lewd sounds and your wet gagging. “Look at you, babygirl.” He purred, pulling his phone out of his jeans; facing the camera towards you the flash went off as a shutter went off. “You look so fucking pretty gagging on my cock.”

Again, you heard the shutter sound at least four times more; each time in between he’d fuck your face, growling at your gagging and whines for air as he filled your throat.

“Shit..” He slurred the curse word. Suddenly, he roughly pulled his manhood out of your mouth; keeping his hand in your ponytail as he forces your watery eyes up to him as drool and precum dripped from your mouth, stringing down your chin onto your clothed chest. “Come here babygirl,” He purred, leaning into you before roughly pressing his lips to yours; enveloping you in a long, hot kiss.

Pulling away, Jinyoung’s gaze scanned your disheveled appearance, “So are you gonna listen to Daddy now, kitten?”

Your mind felt clouded by your own arousal, and you slowly nodded as you softly smiled- biting down on your lower lip.

The camera went off one last time, “Mhmm, that’s gonna make a nice wallpaper.” He teased, snickering as he loosened his grip on your hair ever so slightly. “Get up.” He demanded, tugging on your ponytail like a makeshift leash. “You’re going to go right over to that bench over there,” He added, watching as you rose up from your spot; letting you go as he pulled his jeans back up, adjusting himself. “Kneel on the wooden planks below it and bend over.”

As you turned to walk over to the bench, he swatted your ass; earning your sweet whimpers as you turned back to him.

“Not uh, go on princess.” Jinyoung’s hungry eyes followed you as you swallowed your words and continued to the bench.

You took deep breathes, steadying each one as you tried to help your lungs get used to the cold air after being deprived just moments before.

Kneeling down, your knees met the cool wood- sending shivers throughout your heated body. As you bent over, Jinyoung stalked over to you- ending up in front of you, eyeing you as you rested your arms on the bench.

“Once we start to play,” He began, putting emphasis on the word play as he walked over to the chest you explored earlier. “You will not be allowed to move your arms from that spot. You are not allowed to wriggle away while I am playing with you either.” He continued, rummaging through the organized stacks of toys before pulling out clamps that connected with a chain- as he impishly grinned at it he held it tightly while taking out a baby pink bone-shaped gag.

Making his way back to you, you anxiously eyed the clamps when the girth of the chain and the small weight dangling at the end caught your gaze.

“Wh- Why does it look so big?” You wimpily asked.

Jinyoung chuckled, half smiling as he set the toys down on the bench before moving next to you. “That’s not gonna be the first time you say that tonight.” He teased, knowing just how in awe you always were at the size of his manhood.

“But, my sweet plaything, these are weighted nipple clamps.” He side-eyed them, as he crouched down, reaching underneath you- pushing up your shirt, exposing your supple chest; he gives breasts a sudden slap, forcing out one of your sweet cries as your body jerked up in shock.

“The fun thing with them is that once they’re on you’re going to squirm and try to get them off. but the more you try the more the weight pulls and tugs..” He slowed his little warning as he reached for the device, then pushing up your bra; teasingly running the pads of his fingers against your bare breasts- making sure to pay extra attention to your hardening nipples.

Gently, he rubbed the clamp’s silicone covering against them, adoring your soft gasps for a small moment before putting them on one at a time.

“Ahh~~” You whined, wriggling slightly at the pressure of the first one, then again as the other tightened around your right one. Jinyoung began twisting the little knobs twice, tightening the clamps enough to cause a slight sting. Immediately, your body seemed to disregard his warning from before, you squirm in a lame attempt to get the device off, but the small weight that dangled in the middle of the chain became almost twice as heavy as it moved around.

Stopping, you whimpered, giving him your old puppy dog stare as your lips formed a mousy pout. “D-Daddy they hurt.”

Jinyoung chuckled then scoffed as his brow lifted, “Didn’t I tell you they would, darling?” He hummed, cocking his head from left to right; reaching down he flicked the weight- earning a sudden pained yelp from you as you lurched forward.

You silently nodded, pouting as your brows furrowed at the discomfort. “Then maybe this will help your bratty ass learn to listen.” He added, rising from beside you, “You see babygirl, the more you disobey the more pain will rise over the pleasure. You listen and you’ll get rewarded, you don’t and you’ll be punished. It’s as simple as that.”

Immediately, your poutiness intensified as you knelt there; trying you’re very hardest not to move even just the littlest bit.

“Not fair..” You muttered your complaint, huffing as Jinyoung impishly grinned.

Crossing his arms, he shrugged as he moved back over to his demented toy chest, “Life isn’t fair darling,” He jeered, pulling out his favorite flogger; it was custom made, and practically brand new still. His fingertips gently ran along the braided leather tails, untangling them from each other as he stalked back over to you. “Especially for bratty little girls.”

As you opened your mouth for one of your smart ass remarks, he quickly silenced you with a swift hit to your bum.

Instantly, you jolted forward- whining and wincing at the sting the heavy leather left behind.

“You will speak when you’re spoken to. Understand?” He snarled, that mocking side of him completely drifting away as the sadist in him surfaced.

“I do what-” You began, but were quickly cut off by another harsh smack. “H-Holy shit!~” You yelped, whimpered as your movements made the weight sway- yanking on your clamps.

“Again,” Jinyoung repeated, his tone turned stern as he gently teased the reddening welts across your bottom with the toys braids. “Our rules for tonight will be you will speak when spoken to unless you are told otherwise. You will watch that foul little fucking mouth of yours, and you will address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Daddy’. Understood, little girl?”

Nodding, you shivered at the feeling the soft caressing against your sensitive flesh.

SMACK!

“I’m sorry, darling.” He devilishly chuckled, lightly tapping your ass as he listened to your pained gasps. “I didn’t understand, looks like you’re going to have to use your words.”

SMACK!

“Do you understand our rules, yes or no? Speak up, don’t be scared.”

You didn’t even have to be looking at him to know what his face looked like. His smug grin, his piercing gaze- this all came so naturally to him. He got off on the pain he dished out, on slowly breaking you down until you became his perfectly obedient little toy.

“Y-Yes, I do..” You whined.

SMACK!

Your once immediate whimpers turned into shakey yelps, the feeling of the nipple clamps tugging at your pearls as the weight moved with your hurried movements

“Not uh. Sorry, baby.” Shaking his head, “I’m gonna need you to repeat that.”

Tears stung your eyes as you tried to focus yourself on his demands rather than the intensity of the pain the toys bought you. “Yes,” You whimpered while frantically nodding, “Yes, Daddy I do, I do.”

The slight desperation that stained your words turned him on unbelievably, the sight of your tears threatening to run down your soft flushed cheeks made him want to watch you cry while you begged so prettily for him.

He could feel his manhood press against his jeans as the urge to relentlessly fuck you grow, but he knew he had to hold out. After all, it wouldn’t teach you a thing if he did.

SMACK! SMACK!

“Ah! Ah, F- Fu..” You yelped- your tears finally breaking free; running down your face and taking your mascara with it, stopping yourself from cussing in fear of receiving another sharp blow or two.

Jinyoung’s smug expression made itself permanent, one little bad habit seemed to be controlled for now at least- now it was time to control that attitude of yours.

“Good girl!” He exclaimed, his tone mocking as he ran the flogger along the forming marks. “Mhmm, look at that.” He purred, swinging the toy ever so slightly against your midsection; the tails tapping your glistening cunt. “You just love being used and abused by Daddy, don’t you slut?”

At first you weren’t going to answer, thinking it would be against the rules, but that worry very soon just floated away as you thought about how good it felt to relinquish all sense of control to him.

“Yes Daddy, yes.” You sweetly mewled, your cheeks feeling warm as they flushed the loveliest shade of red. “I love it so much.. so much..”

Jinyoung grinned, bitting down on his lower lip while listening to your needy words. Lightly, he swung the toy, allowing it to hit your pussy hard enough for you to wince and croon at the impact.

“God..” He murmured, suddenly tossing the flogger over onto the bed as he made his way over to you- dropping down onto his knees behind you. His mind went wild with thoughts of how exactly he wanted to fuck you as his eyes relished the sight of your precious cunt already dripping though he hadn’t even touched you yet. “Look at how fucking wet you are for me, babygirl. You’re fucking soaking..”

Immediately, you found yourself desperately moaning- swaying your hips back towards him as your body began to ache for his touch, the feeling felt so overwhelming in that moment, just knowing he wasn’t going to lay a hand on you yet there he was gazing at your welcoming heat aroused you damn near to the point of insanity.

, To be continued soon ❤️

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bedlamgames · 4 years ago

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No Haven 0.912

Main highlight for this one is definitely dilemmas where slavers will have a variety of requests for you to manage.

Also includes some new assignments, new commissions, assignment generation improvements, crafting additions, and more.

Download links can be found on the No Haven page. Update notes can be found under the break.

If you don’t have RAGS and you need a copy to run it there’s one on the help page here or the one pinned on the patreon you can find a link to in the attached read me which is more up to date. If RAGS has never worked on your system despite the help page suggestions then it might be worth trying with one of the alternate players. There’s also improvements on there to the RAGS player that can also help with performance.

v0.912:

-New commissions: ---Recapture. Also used for Sea Elf Female slaves.

-Miscellaneous additions: ---Added some race/corruption specific fondles as an alternative to the minimal text. If set to minimum only these won't be shown. Specifically ones for Lago'Mae/Lago'Mae Ears Corruption, Ori'Nek, Lamia, Quintari/Centaurs/Quintari Tail Corruption, Kitsune, Neko/Neko Ears Corruption, Long Sinuous Tail Corruption, Prehensile Tail Corruption, and Marlsune. Includes variations based on obedience, whether the slaver is dominant or slutty, and some have more than one variation. ---Replaced the Arrogance Subjugated commission with an updated version generously provided by the artist. ---Added some extra description to the Sinuous Tail corruption to make clearer that it's the traditionally demonic spaded tail look. ---Added a new heart-tipped tail corruption as I was in the area anyway, and noticed that it was an obvious omission that needed feeling. Comes in two different variations. ---Added some extra highlighted messages to slave mantras when they become fully embedded, improved, reduced, or are lost entirely for better visibility. ---Upgraded the prioritization of back tentacles if multiple tentacle options are available. ---Changed how forced encounters for repeated attempts work on the initial roller. Before it was possible for them to completely lose interest after getting max gold. Now they will be more likely to keep initiating, and be more likely than before if there's a chance to earn more gold. ---Added a new Glossary to explain what effects Forced Encounters available under Glossary, Help, and Options.

-Bug fixes: ---Fix for an issue where the summonee and sibling second-in-command races, along with the siblings in the Birds of the Feather scenario could be overwritten incorrectly. Also changed the mention to needing Corrupter. ---Fix for an issue in dilemmas involving a respect check with more than one slaver involved where the instigating slaver's name would be replaced by one of the others. ---Fix for Valendil Starlover's lore page applying to all sea elf males when you're playing him. ---Fix for Untamed Lusts not counting down for you. ---Fix for Demi-Angel/Fallen/Succubus with elven heritage not going the elven pussy description or elven flexibility racial. ---Fix for Savage Orc and Human Northerner racials where racials were incorrectly displayed. ---Fix for opportunities requesting male amazons or wanting amazons not to be human. ---Fix for the stats increasing for assignment types on fails and disasters. ---Fix for the Catastrophics on Price of Freedom for the slaves also affecting the two slavers. ---Fix for the various findable uniques not being counted as having unaltered assets. ---Fix for the missing extra values for slaves found from Meddling Fools and Spectacle of the Sacred. ---Fix for the new mechanic to trigger puppet leader when mental manipulation isn't involved. ---Fix for Cutprice Roses > Armour > Maid generating a bunch of broken and unusable battlemaid outfits. ---Fix for Stats only showing your slaves sometimes. The trait slots were also using the wrong variable and so were displaying one person's trait slots for everyone. ---Fix for which regions assignments have been completed not increasing which had broken the region based aspects. ---Fix for an issue where it was possible that not enough assignments would be generated. ---Fix for the unknown CT Error that could occur during Finish Day. It's possible there's others but I've definitely squished the one I could reliably reproduce. ---Fix for a far too high a bonus to Forced Encounters from Sissy/Bimbo. ---Some text fixes.

v0.911:

---A Rare City of Aversol assignment in the City of Aversol with two pieces of patron provided commissioned art. Comes with the opportunity to learn one of ten potential traits, specially upgraded versions of all those traits, and a new penalty effect in Enflamed Lusts. While currently used on this assignment I'm sure it will also be a fun option to inflict in other places in future. ---Hidden Special assignment follow up to that one needing multiple critical successes with specific traits to find a very powerful reward with two new unique slave(r)s with four new aspects and a special encampment upgrade.

-Crafting changes: ---Added two more qualities. Formerly it was Poorly Made, Average, Designer/Masterwork, Spectacular, Epic, and now it's Poorly Made, Average, Impressive, Designer, Spectacular, Epic, Ultimate. ---Changed up the odds due to this of the likelihood of these being generated. ---Respect checks for seduction are now affected by each quality rather than just for designer and above. Armour works too if it's got a 20+ slutty rating. ---Reduced the assignment bonus from Average with Impressive now contributing what Average used to. ---Increased the assignment bonus for Epic attire.

-Miscellaneous additions: ---It is now possible to gain the puppet leader status from forced encounters without the forcer needing a way to be able to change you mentally though it will need them to be taking the max amount of gold for it to be able to happen. The method used should be familiar to those that have played the Rough Landing games and I hope you enjoy the little callback. ---Lamia futanari will now always be double cocked. Added some extra description for lamia/lizardman cocks. ---Replaced the last part of Golem descriptions with a new set of nine options as the old ones like spectacles, face prints, and forehead gems really weren't appropriate. Also updated the wisp last part replacement so there's now four different ones rather than just the one. ---The Male Nethemir Cult Vessel has picked up Back Tentacles as a starting corruption. The aspect Aura of Dark prophecy now also replaces Scavenging for Corruption as a favoured assignment type and Follower for Leader along with Faith: Frozen Queen for Magic: Corruptions as favoured traits ---Legion, Golems, and Wrights can no longer be Were. Centaurs and Harpies now can be. ---Updated the you golem physical attributes generator to match the updated one used for other golems. Other golems with Monster will now have a set height rather than being variable.

Bug fixes: ---Fix for Private Passage not listing the needed gold. ---Fix for Truly Divine increasing potential slavers instead of slaves. ---Fix for Sissies having the wrong chastity options. ---Fix for a slaver's reputation being changed correctly by an enslave attempt prior to the bit where it should be changing. ---Fix for Oozes, Wrights, Wisps, Driders, and Golems being able to be enslaved by the talk to option. Some will be enslavable in future but you'll need to discover a way to do it. ---Fix for 150g dilemmas only costing 50g. ---Fix for a big issue with dilemmas where it would forget what it was doing halfway through on several options. ---Fix for the Ensnared Rose fulfilled opportunities being broken.

v0.91:

-Dilemmas: ---Now slavers won't just want to talk to you in the morning about random bits of in-setting lore and will instead have a variety of requests. ---Should happen more often than lore unlocks and should adjust how often they happen based on how many slavers you have in the encampment. ---Wisps don't really have normal desires, and will just do what they like. Legion are also not really into asking permission for anything. Zharr, thugs, bimbos, obedient slavers, and other completely loyal ones are all far too content with their lot to ask for stuff. Mercenaries are just here to get paid and will also not bother you. ---There are twenty three different dilemmas to start off with at various levels of rarities in how often they'll happen. Several of which have variation in outcomes, options, and reasoning. ---Slavers on negative reputations and on certain levels of morale will be far more likely to either ask to leave if disliked or insisting you do something about being lusted after. ---Lots more usage for the respect checking system with some using the initial check only, while others skip straight to needing to force the issue like making use of. ---Can gain new traits, rarer assignments, new slavers, cheap(ish) biomancy, and region buffs among others. ---Due to this I reworked how Trait Transmission worked where a slaver can learn a trait of another slaver. Currently this only affects one of the new dilemmas and one of the Coastal Caves outcomes, but there will be other uses including one in the near future. Previously it was in strict order of checking for and applying Depraved > Slutty > Unscrupulous > Friendly > Sneaky > Seductive > Aggressive > Brutal in turn. Now it's more randomized (though still with a greater chance of picking up Depraved) and now can also potentially learn Connected, Cooperative, Creative, Dancer, Folklorist, Follower, Herbalist, Heroic, Honourable, Perceptive, Persuasive, Singer, Tactful, Tracker, Trainer, Trapper, any of the Faiths including Spiritual, and most of the Crafter traits. ---Can get your second-in-command to deal with it if they're around. Due to this Persuasive (Per), Seductive (Sed), Hypnotic (Hyp), Dominator (Dtr), Malevolence (Mal) are now listed as positive traits and Bimbo (Bim), Sex Addict (Sex) are mixed. Also added a note that them having a decent reputation helps, as it does. ---If you do this second-in-commands on lower morale have a chance to dislike the role more making them easier to remove if you want to do that. They also have a chance to lose some reputation if they handle it really badly.

-New assignments: ---A Forest Goblins vs. Wood Elves themed Uncommon Slaving assignment in the Ever Forest for a new solid source of supplies. Critical success has two versions, one for getting a slave, and one for if you have no slave capacity/are not taking slaves. ---An Adventurers themed assignment Rare Marauding assignment in the Dreadsea Coast. The Critical Success has patron provided commissioned art. Findable from the second month and will apply a penalty to Dreadsea Coast assignments along with a lesser penalty to Great Plains assignments while it is active giving the choice of sending five slavers to deal with it at a high risk or waiting for the assignment to expire. Critical success has three versions, one first time getting a specific semi-unique slave, one for after that with more variation in who you get, and one for if you have no slave capacity/are not taking slaves.

-New commissions: ---Halt Draenei Caravan with two versions for intro and the success. Also used for Draenei female slavers and female slaves. Also used for now for Draenei Farm, but I'm getting something new for that. ---Forest goblin female slaves. Will also be used for an upcoming assignment in the Deep Mountains. ---Bred to be Broken. Also used for Quintari female slavers and Centaur slaves. ---Gone for a Soldier. Also used for Orc female slavers. ---Lago'Mae in Maid Outfits for both Submissive and non-Submissive options. Will be used for Basic/Advanced Maid Training in a future update.

-New patron provided commissions: ---Human Fancy. Part of a larger commission to be used for an upcoming assignment. Also used as an alternative to tentacle sex as appropriate with the existing beast on goblin one. ---Shadow Outcast. The larger commission just mentioned. Also has an alt for Shadow Outcast futanari. ---Planning out assignments/Winning the Golem Scenario. Has many variations being used, including zoomed versions, for having a Golem Second-in-Command, female Akir slaves, Noble slaves, and blowjob sex scenes. Like the encampment scene you won't see it every time you do planning out assignments though there will be a greater chance if you are playing a Golem.

-Crafting additions: ---New race styles in Asanei, Ori'Nek, Unrefined, and Neko (which has a few extra cute variations). ---Will now correctly account for if the smith/seamstress is Slutty or Reserved. ---More than doubled the number of different messages. Small chance they will now show up on not specifically Slutty/Girly items. ---Several new decoration additions including asymmetric and tassels. ---To better reflect the style of the setting the oversized shoulder pads have been replaced with sensibly sized shoulder pads.

-Assignment generation: ---Extended the recent system where there'd be a reduction in rare assignments in the first month and a slight increase after the first six months. Now it is possible to increase the chance of getting a rare assignment based on it being a solid lead, a quality lead, or best lead for an increasingly large bonus. ---Most assignments will work as they did before with the following exceptions. ---The assignment you can get in the Tavern is a solid lead. ---The assignments from brought scouting upgrades will be either normal, solid, or quality based on the level purchased. ---The assignments from Inquisitor will be quality leads. ---The bonus assignments from the Scouting aspects on Critical Success will be best leads, and on a Success will be quality leads. ---A Critical Success on Scouting assignments along with Grove Creepers will be solid leads. ---The assignments from Decadence like No Other on a Critical Success will be best leads for the City of Aversol ones, and quality for the others. On a Success all assignments generated will be solid so this should hopefully make this assignment a lot more worthwhile than it was before. ---An edge case not likely ever to come up, but it amused me so why not, so on a Failure of Sudden Betrayal if you did try to get rid of a slaver with the A Friend in Every Tavern aspect the assignments generated will be best leads.

-Miscellaneous additions: ---Stats now shows how many free trait slots you, a slaver, or a slave can have. This is how many extra traits can be learned from most sources including corruptions (usually, as there are exceptions that ignore this limit such as training). The number of slots can be increased by levelling up. ---Used zoomed in versions of the Nymph commission for generic sex for elves or those that have been dominated performing oral on lady or futanari slavers. ---Reworded the Decadence like No Other intro a bit along with adding a note in the Special text. ---A few bits of text additions and formatting improvements to respect checking. ---Changed the colour of wood elf speech from maroon like other elves to match the one used also by Centaurs, Horned Ones, and Fae. ---Adjusted Critical Success/Success odd additions a bit if the chance of a Failure/Disaster falls well below negative at time of applying. They'll still improve the chances and add to Crushing it, but by a slightly lower amount in the same way that the odds additions/subtractions are based on the numbers present so the more the assignment requires the less a Success trait is worth. This shouldn't be noticeable unless you're really, really overloading an assignment, and even then it shouldn't be too harsh in terms of effect. ---Added a bunch of new succubus first name variations. ---With the cheerleader precedent Known Shark of the Cards will no longer be earned by having Magic: Illusion and such slavers now have more text on the Critical Success to reflect that.

Bug fixes: ---Big backend overhaul for how assignments generate specific other assignments along with how the expiry is applied that should fix some obscure issues. ---Fix for a critical bug where cancelling while assigning a slave to a slaver would break the game. ---Multiple fixes for forced encounters including who was doing it wasn't being tracked correctly so the amount being taken wasn't being increased so you could never get to the puppet leader event and that a bunch of text was being skipped over during the possessed variants. Also changed the forced encounter checks while I was there so rather than skipping days 1-10 to each month to having a penalty to the roll on days 1-10 of the first month. ---Fix for the assignment buff from the Critical Success from Complete Profane Ritual only lasting 3 days due to a cap on the variable used instead of 8 as was originally intended. ---Fix for an issue where some of the newest assignments may not have been clearing on a quick restart. ---Fix for golem butts being too small on average. ---Fix for heritage not being cleared on rerolling your start so could pick up incorrect racials if you swapped out of a demi-angel or succubus. ---Fix for some of the newer Diplomacy assignments not working with the Diplomacy rank up assignment generation correctly. ---Fix for Lady of Light being treated when started as a slaver recruiting assignment rather than a slave capturing one. ---Fix for unintended wing growth if you corrupted a winged character before examining them. ---Fix for an issue where a slave would be rated as the wrong value during sexytime. ---Fix for switch showing up twice after trait removal which happens most obviously for you at game start. ---Fix for some repeated text on forced encounters. ---Fix for trying to increase the height of a minimum height character being treated as a reduction attempt. ---Fix for Marauding Spectacle of the Sacred Clumsy/Magic: Corruption being swapped in the description but not in the actual checks. ---Fix for not being able to change a sissy's chastity options if they were already wearing a cage when they made the transition. ---Fix for not being able to get the Succubus Summonee second-in-command given the change to corrupter. ---Fix for the broken night goblin's traits from Coiled Tentacles which were well broken by a recent change in how specific slave rewards are generated. ---Fix for repicking during training showing the slave being trained. ---Some text fixes.

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cutegirlmayra · 5 years ago

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Hey friend~! I recently developed a need for some Amy x Gadget (the custom hero wolf-guy) from Sonic Forces. I dunno why, I just think it sounds cute. :V I'll leave details up to you. Feel free to message me if we need to discuss specifics. (Also, I can totally draw a picture for this if you need one. dsgkjsd;lga)

You know I love you and pics for my prompts! >w

Your needs are my passionate, daily labor~

PROMPTS ARE STILL ON SHUTDOWN! Please don’t send me a prompt! I’m still working through the ones I have T-T

Commissions are open for writing! Please speak with me and we can customize your order! :Db Also, check specific rules before any purchases!

Prompt:

“I just miss him soooooo much!” Amy hugged the couch’s pillow, squinting her eyes shut and wagging her body back and forth in her hyper energy.

Gadget just nodded politely, but it was clear he was feeling a little awkward at her exaggerated emotions…

“My body just wants to leap out and embrace him! Can you blame me? We all thought he was-…” She grew quiet for a few seconds, making Gadget a bit worried about her and lean forward.

“… Ah! It’s too painful to recount!” she suddenly shoved the pillow into her face and spooked him, having him ‘yelp!’ in surprise and fall off the couch.

She peeked over the pillow at him on the ground, seeing that he may be feeling pain from the landing. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” she quickly got up and sat beside him, her hands on the sides of her face. “I just get so worked up about Sonic! My bad…” she tilted her head in apology, but Gadget just wanted up off the floor.

She took his hand and helped him up, which is when he realized her overwhelming strength.

“W-Woah…” he blinked, immediately back on his feet again.

“Hmm? What’s wrong?”

As she tilted her head, his vision grew uneasy as she was suddenly shining with a brilliant radiance around her.

“GAK!” he flinched back and let her hand go. ‘She… She’s so cute! Darn it, I’m attracted to strong women!’

“Hmm?” she seemed oblivious of what his face was conveying. “Did you hit your head when you fell or just your bum?” she didn’t seem to understand his odd behavior but stepped around him with a finger to her mouth.

“Hmm… You sure you’re alright?”

‘Too close!’ he flung his arms up over his head and covered some of his face, nodding assuringly with little sweat droplets spraying all around his nervous face.

“Well, if you say so. Hey! I have an idea! Let’s go and try to find Sonic!”

‘Bad idea.’ he lowered his arms, looking at her with some sympathy now. ‘Tails had found other dimensional Sonic, and the Sonic from our world is really busy with mission after mission. I should know. They give me all the dirty work when he’s off recovering or trashing an Eggman base…” he scratched the back of his head, looking away from her cheery self. ‘But I can’t just break her heart and say no… I’m supposed to wait for Knuckles to tell me where to go next but…’

It pained him, but he took a glance back at Amy, wincing when he saw how completely carefree and happy she was.

Her eyes were twinkling with hope and longing, it clutched at his heart and caused a deep, torturous pain to swell up in it. Like bowling balls being crushed up against his fragile, sensitive heart.

He clutched his chest, chibi-crying inside his mental image of himself. ‘SO CUUUUTTEEEE!’ he cried within his thoughts.

“You’ll be my partner this time, right?” she blinked rapidly, leaning up closer to him without restraint.

He mentally panicked, forcing his arms straight down beside him and turning his head which way and left her without a response.

‘She’s never going to take no for an answer! I’m supposed to stay at base, but I think this is more temptation then I can handle! I wasn’t even properly trained for the forces, how do they expect me to decline a sweet, beautiful young girl such an innocent request!?’

He swallowed hard, then shrugged with a nervous laugh of approval.

“Oh yay! Thank you, recruit!”

She lept into his arms.

Suddenly, those nerves turned to butter that her warm arms melted and he limped in her sturdy embrace.

He was in heaven, while the world around him was crumbling into oblivion.

He bent back a moment with a goofy grin on his face before she released him and pulled him at alarming speeds out from HQ. “Come on! I just know Sonic’s this way! Call it my womanly intuition!”

His eyes were spirals, ‘S-She’s so strong!’ his blush could leave a stream of light behind as she dragged him along, but he didn’t mind.

Amy was struggling to breathe. The over-turned road was their only defense against the flames from the giant Eggman robots, but Gadget fought against the bending of the cement collapsing on them.

It was like something he would run on at high speeds, the twisting roadways, but now it was a hazard they were trapped under.

Amy was on her knees, coughing into her hand.

The heat rippled over him and the smoke stung at his lungs, but the will to protect Amy was stronger than all that.

“Amy!” he looked behind him, “I need you!”

She opened her eyes, red from the dusty air mixing with the sting of flames.

“You’re stronger than me! Even I know that!” he cried out, it was the most he had ever said to her, maybe to anyone else in his whole life.

But he needed her amazing strength, her impeccable bravery, and charming optimism to get them out of this mess.

“AMY!” His voice strained as the road began to topple on top of him.

Suddenly, two hands were placed by his right arm against the falling cement.

“Huh?” He turned to see that same girl, strong and determined, pushing against the wall.

“Sonic wouldn’t want me to give up, either!” she nodded, a sound resolve in her dry mouth. “We have to let it collapse!”

“Huuuhhh!?!?” Did she have a death wish!?

“Trust me! Look at how it’s bending!”

He saw where her eyes were and looked down the swirling mass of road.

‘…Wait!’ he could see what she meant!

“It bends like a wave!” she explained, “If we let it fall, we can run through the tunnel and stay out of the destruction! We can make it if we run really, really fast!” he could hear her strength in her voice giving way, she couldn’t hold the wall of the road up much longer.

It wasn’t just that though, he looked to his grappler.

“Are you with me?” She closed her eyes, growing desperate as he could hear her grunt to keep her force against the road.

He smiled, “Always.”

She peeked an eye open, seeming shaken at his quick reply.

He kept a gentle hold on her eyesight, as he noticed her begin to see him differently, as though she saw light spring from around him too.

Then the road broke around Amy’s arms.

“Ahh!” she pulled back and grabbed onto him. “Run!”

The two bolted down through the lop-sided oval of the rolling road collapsing just at their heels. Gadget had his arm around Amy and she had one around him, it gave him the confidence to believe his next plan would work.

No matter how strong or fast Amy was, neither of them could move faster than this domino effect. They didn’t have enough boost…

He threw his grappler out to the side of a cliff.

“What are you doing?!” Amy cried out, a few pieces of cement hitting her head. “Ah!”

“Grr..!” seeing her about to get sweeped up in the whiplash of the falling structure, he pulled her closer and shot out towards the cliff.

He was right, the whole thing cascaded down the gap below in a slow falling crash once the line flattened at the end of its tail.

Amy clung to Gadget as they dangled on the side of the cliff wall, but she didn’t notice Gadget hitting his shoulder hard against the stone to protect her from the impact.

He was waning… and then…

“That… that was amazingly lucky. You saved us, Rookie… GADGET!” she suddenly saw him let go.

They began tumbling down for a moment until Amy summoned her hammer, “Not like this! I won’t let you die!”

She hooked her hammer to an underground, but now exposed pipe sticking out from the cliffside.

Using the remaining last bits of her strength, she climbed the rest of the way up to the city’s broken surface and placed Gadget down beside her, falling by his side and gasping for air.

The flames still licked the skies as she looked at his face.

Was he conscious?

“Gadget…” she lifted a hand delicately to his face, stroking some black soot and dirt off his cheek. “Thank you… You… did so great today. It’s all my fault… I put us in harm’s way to find Sonic… I should have thought more about you then myself… I’m sorry.” she hugged him, and without realizing it, Gadget smiled and softly opened his eyes.

He bent his head down and closed them again, but hugged her with a weak arm in return.

“I… thought more about you then myself, too.”

She gasped, rising her head up.

He smiled sheepishly, still a bit battered from it all and his shoulder driving him crazy, but he tried to remain a handsome, fallen hero if he could muster it long enough.

“I think… you did great too.”

She pursed her lips, tearing up.

“You really think I’m strong, don’t you?”

“Stronger than you know.”

She was crushing his chest, making it hard to breathe, but he left the sarcasm in his voice go unnoticed.

“…Gadget…” she went a little limp on him.

He took the chance to breathe a bit easier, but then moved up as she helped him sit better.

“Sonic’s… a lucky guy.”

“Huh?” She seemed surprised to hear him say that, as though she didn’t understand before shaking her head. “O-Oh, right. Uh-huh…”

He noticed the sorrow that suddenly stroke her face, and a glimmer of hope rose in him.

“Do you… fall for anyone that saves your life? Or just the handsome blue speed demons?”

She blushed and pushed him away, covering her face. “STOP THAT! That’s not true! OoooOOOOooohhh..!” she whined her infamous tune.

‘Ow, my shoulder!’ he twitched his hand and arched his back, not releasing a single word from his mouth. ‘Pain, pain, pain! But so strong! Chaos, I love that she’s strong but why now!?’ he gripped the air and bite at his lower lip, ducking his head down to not reveal how much pain he was in at her action.

“Hmph. I’m not easily swooned…” she turned away, but he thought for a moment that maybe she was lying…

“Well, if you can be, I wouldn’t mind being a hero instead of a rookie.”

She flinched and looked back at him, “You… I love Sonic!”

“For now, maybe.”

Her quills rose, perhaps in protest? But her mouth forced a frown as though trying to hide something.

“You're younger than me!”

“Is that your first excuse?”

In offense, she punched his chest. “No!”

“Ow..!” he let a piercing cry escape for a moment. “So… Strong…” it was his last hit point, so he fell back and let the darkness take him.

“Huh? Gadget? Rookie? Hey!” were the last sweet sounds he heard before slowly… drifting… away…

He woke up later to hear from Tails that he was stupid for letting Amy get her way, and was scolded by Knuckles profusely for letting her get away with manipulating him.

However, while Sonic was away… Gadget would make Amy flustered and nervous in his absence~

Though, she didn’t seem to ever return his affections, maybe thinking it was his odd way of teasing her but…

For Gadget? It was enough.

#sonic prompt #sonic forces #sonic forces prompt #gadgetxamy #amy rose #sonic forces rookie #sonic forces custom character #custom characterxamy #sonic

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kiruuuuu · 6 years ago

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Blitz/Spectre oneshot in which she and Blitz get a little closer. (Rating T, fluff, ~2.5k words) - written for @ruaniamh! Thank you again for commissioning me and I’m glad you’re happy with this piece ♥♥ You can find out all about Quinn “Spectre” Roach here! My commission info is over here :)

In a – as Spectre finds – deliciously ironic twist of fate, Blitz fails to react to her approaching due to the blinding light of the afternoon sun.

She’s crouched behind the low wall marking the beginning of the bridge’s balustrade and waiting for her next victim: Mira’s heavy boots gave her away earlier and allowed the Canadian to catch her off-guard, and even Smoke’s lighter steps proved insufficient as Spectre swiftly climbed a tree when she caught a glimpse of him nearing her position. She’s keen on racking up a few more ‘kills’, her competitive spirit awakened by Bandit’s boisterous claims of ending up as the winner and nurtured by the crisp October air.

Ultimately, it’s a child’s game they’re playing, a more advanced tag – they were all given a piece of fabric and told to tuck it into their trousers’ waistbands on their backs, a little like a bright red tail now trailing after them and marking them as potential targets. If someone manages to snatch it from someone else for safekeeping, that someone is out and has to return to base and whoever has collected the most pieces at the end wins. Simple enough, though Sledge claimed it’d serve to test their senses and spatial awareness, challenge their manoeuvring skills and showcase how well they work on their own for once. Spectre, however, suspects that the mild temperature and unimpeded sunshine played a not insignificant role in this decision to allow Rainbow to roam the fields outside of the base freely.

In any case, she’s not complaining, instead she relishes the fresh air and warming rays on her skin, has always liked this mixture as it keeps her focused and cheerful whereas the sweltering summer sun often leaves her content yet tired. Proof of this are the four stripes of cloth in her pocket, courtesy of a lot of stalking around and observing carefully. Some of the others declined the opportunity to swarm out in order to find a suitable starting spot away from everyone else, and instead tackled each other head on right outside the gate like children playing football for the very first time, all clumped up and shouting. Spectre managed to grab Maestro’s fabric before he even joined the fray and was already halfway over the hill before he noticed her demonic cackling was directed at him.

Right now, she’s listening to the gurgling of the small stream next to her and to footfalls probably wishing they were quieter. A quick peek lets her catch a glance of fair hair, golden in this light, sharp cheekbones, a compact silhouette – she doesn’t need more than a fraction of a second to be sure of who it is. She’d recognise him by the sound of his laugh, the adorable cow lick on the back of his head, the unusually shaped birth mark on his wrist.

Don’t turn around, she instructs him silently and almost kicks herself for doing so. They might be impressively in tune for most of the time, but they haven’t figured out telepathy yet. Slowly, she creeps around the solid stone railing, follows him as he steps down the river bank, probably to check for anyone below the bridge. Anticipation is making her giddy, she’s looking forward to the dumb expression on his face when he’ll realise what’s happened, and so she makes a mistake, produces a noise, causes him to turn around. But the sun saves her.

In the moment of confusion, the second he blinks and squints, she shoots up and reaches around him to get a hold of her prize, yet the sudden movement makes her lose her footing and crash into the solid body; now they’re both flailing (and was that a squeak from Blitz?), an arm wraps around her waist to regain balance where she has none to give – and the next thing she knows is the horizon tilting and ice cold water enveloping both of them.

“Of all the things I wanted to achieve today, a bath in the river was not among them”, Blitz chides jokingly as soon as he’s emerged from the dressing room wearing his spare clothes and a grin which tells Spectre that he doesn’t mind. His hair is sticking up in all twenty cardinal directions simultaneously and she ponders whether to comment on it, eventually deciding against it. She doesn’t want to seem like she’s paying too much attention to his appearance.

“Not like you couldn’t use one”, she shoots back good-naturedly while they make their way towards a well-deserved lunch break.

“What, are you referring to the information retrieval again?”

“You call it intelligence gathering, I call it dumpster diving. Now which of these is a euphemism, hm? Didn’t you have to wade through sewage in Sevilla too?”

“I’ll have you know that both of those missions ended up successful and not everyone can be as limber as you. You probably would’ve climbed along the walls like a spider instead of stepping into that muck.”

Their playful back-and-forth is as familiar as it is comfortable, one of the constants in Spectre’s everyday life she looks forward to the most. Both of them enjoy poking fun at anything and everything, including themselves and each other – which is one of the reasons why they became fast friends. A sunny disposition in their job isn’t that common, usually it entails a much darker, morbid kind of humour. “I definitely wouldn’t have used an entire can of Lynx to get rid of the smell at least. That’s one way to keep the ladies off of you.”

As soon as the comment has left her mouth, she once again feels the impulse to kick herself. Because while Blitz laughs, it sounds oddly hollow to her ears. She shouldn’t have gone there, she knows he’s been wanting someone by his side for a while. She knows he even has someone in mind, overheard Jäger mention it to someone else. Felt strangely betrayed that Blitz would entrust him with this detail and not her, felt a stab of jealousy because who does Blitz call in the early morning after a bad dream? Whom does he send drunk texts which are as illegible as they are hilarious? Not Jäger, that’s for sure. She knows he doesn’t message anyone else, he never does so when they’re out together. She would like to see herself as his best friend but after that she’s had her doubts. If he kept this from her, what else did he keep?

Going down this path is futile and depressing, so she does her best to snap out of it but it takes a few minutes until her smile stops hurting.

A hiss is what finally distracts her mid-chew: “You are a fucking cat, young lady!”

Both she and Blitz snort at Mira’s accusation. “Did she sneak up on you too?”, he asks, amused.

“Please tell me who eliminated you so I can thank them for avenging my honour. You gave me the worst fright I’ve had in a while.”

While Spectre just grins proudly, the German opposite her replies: “More on accident, but we got each other.”

Mira lifts a brow and suddenly, it’s imperative Spectre doesn’t blush so she doesn’t give herself away. All the jokes and questioning glances whenever they playfight or feed each other unhealthy food to create the most disgusting combination are more than enough already. Still. It sounds nice: we got each other. “Is that why you’re looking like a drowned rat?”

“Watch out or you might hit someone in the face with all that charm you’re throwing around”, Spectre grins. Her mauve hair is still damp and probably hanging down sadly, so Mira might not actually be far from the truth – but she finds that she doesn’t mind, no, not at all. She can still feel Blitz’ loose embrace, hears his laughter bubbling up as they dragged themselves out of the stream, shaking the water off like a pair of dogs.

The Spaniard leaves them to their meals, still mock-grumbling, but gets replaced by Jäger immediately. “Can I interrupt you guys for a moment?”, he asks and Spectre idly wonders whether there’ll ever be anything he’d interrupt.

“I don’t know, can you?”, she replies and fights down a giggle when she realises Blitz just uttered exactly the same thing. They exchange a glance and a grin when he lightly kicks her under the table.

For a moment, she’s worried Jäger is going to hurt himself with how dramatically his eyes roll skywards. “Bunch of nerds”, he mutters. “All I wanted to know is whether you’re ready for tomorrow.”

“Of course! Tomorrow is a very special day.”

Blitz’ answer comes so fast that Spectre’s heart skips a beat. Did he – did he remember? She let it slip before, more than half a year ago, didn’t think he paid it any heed, didn’t think he’d care enough. He’s awful with remembering dates, only remembers Sledge’s birthday because it’s the same as his own, and his friends usually remind him of everyone else’s. But could he have -

“Yeah, I know how much you love Halloween.” Jäger earns a nod from Blitz and oh, that’s right. Of course that’s what he means. “You’re coming to Julien’s party too, right, Quinn?”

“Yes”, she replies curtly and contributes no more to the chatter about the Germans’ plans. She’s not hungry anymore.

The next afternoon, Spectre is in a rotten mood and hates herself for it. She adores Halloween, even decided to go all out this year and whip up a full-fledged zombie costume, ordered liquid latex for fake injuries, white contact lenses to max out the creepy and went so far as to buy blood capsules. Her plan was to dramatically announce her insatiable hunger for human flesh at some point during the party, and then gurgle crimson – Rook made the mistake of letting everyone know there’d be prizes for the best costumes and she’s determined to make it to the top three.

Well, was determined.

It’s silly and she knows it, yet this changes nothing. She received the usual greetings and best wishes from her family and friends, had Buck and Frost congratulate her inconspicuously, the two shoving candies and other important Canadian foodstuffs they know she misses into her pockets, and it’s how her birthday normally goes. She refuses to make a big deal of it, keeps it secret so people rather worry about enjoying Halloween than to procure impersonal gifts or, even worse, sing for her, and still -

Part of her had hoped she’d be important enough for Blitz to remember, yet she hasn’t even seen him all day. And the fact that this is what brings her down makes her feel even sillier.

No, she’s going to have a good time regardless. It’s not the end of the world. She’s going to freak everyone out by groaning and reaching out when they walk past, she’s going to unsettlingly stare at people and it’s going to be glorious. Rook hates zombies and she’ll have a whale of a time chasing him around his apartment.

Just as she’s made this decision, her doorbell rings unexpectedly.

For some reason, Blitz is holding a mug with the logo of a local wildlife resort in his hand, looking sheepish and apologetic at the same time. “There’s still time before we have to leave for the party, right?” He sounds out of breath, cheeks as red as his ears from the cold and looks adorable.

“Sure, more than an hour. I’m just starting to get ready.” Frowning, Spectre peers into the mug. “Did you bring… compressed dirt? You’re missing a few tentacles for your Davy Jones costume, I’m afraid.”

Blitz just laughs and enters the place where they’ve spent countless hours together, her kicking his ass at her favourite video games, them attempting to bake together, coming down after intense training or when they’ve just returned after a mission. He prefers visiting her, he’s said as much, thinks her flat is more inviting and homely and she secretly agrees. He toes off his shoes, hangs up his jacket and rummages in his pockets for a few more objects before herding her into the living room, taking his usual spot on the couch next to her.

Nothing gets clearer even as he sets the cup on the low coffee table and places an unassuming envelope next to it.

“What are you doing?”

The genuine confusion in her voice seems to amuse him for some reason. “You’re an idiot, Quinn. Did you think I’d forget? Happy birthday.” And with this, he conjures up a small candle and pushes it into the soft mass inside the ceramic. This is when it clicks.

“Is this – a mug cake?” She can’t believe it.

Blitz shrugs with an embarrassed smile. “I’ve destroyed your kitchen often enough that you know how bad I am at baking. This is all I could -”

A hug cuts him off and he seems happy to reciprocate it instead of talking. His strong arms pull her closer, squeeze her reassuringly and her heart sings. She can only imagine how long he must’ve agonised over what to gift her – because she also knows how bad he is at choosing presents. “Thank you”, she whispers and means so much more, but for now it should suffice. Another squeeze. She could get used to this.

And then the quiet, serene atmosphere vanishes as soon as she opens the envelope. Blitz watches her bounce and flail and cheer for a solid minute before he points out: “There are two tickets. I figured you might not want to go alone.”

“Two tickets to fucking Gamescom?”, Spectre squeaks ecstatically.

“And the flights, and a hotel room.” He seems extremely pleased with how excitedly his gift is being accepted – and this is the best thing Spectre could’ve hoped for, it’s the largest video game convention in the entire world. She’ll get to try out upcoming titles herself, collect all the swag, stroll around among like-minded people and this is amazing. “You can take whoever you like.”

In her exhilaration she misses his tone of voice but doesn’t miss his surprised expression when she punches him in the arm. “You hoser, of course you’re coming with me.”

“Really? I – I mean, I can probably be useful since it’s in Germany, so -”

“I wouldn’t want anyone else to go with me even if it was in France, or Canada, or wherever.”

And now she notices his blush still hasn’t disappeared despite his breathing long having calmed down. …maybe the cold wasn’t really its cause. Maybe, just maybe -

“I’d love to go with you”, he says and oh, he’s not really that interested in gaming normally, and he said a hotel room, and maybe, just maybe, he told Jäger instead of her because…

It clicks. And suddenly, she knows with vicious clarity that this is going to be the best birthday of her life. “Elias”, she murmurs and waits until he finally gathers the courage to meet her fond, helpless, hopeful gaze, “do you like me?”

And the bright red colouring Blitz’ face only deepens.

Seems like she won’t be using the blood capsules today after all, not when she’s pretty sure her mouth will be occupied otherwise for the majority of the party.

And only mere minutes later, she starts considering ditching her zombie costume entirely because there’s no doubt they’re going to be late anyway. Now they really, finally, eventually got each other.

#rainbow six siege #blitz #spectre #blitz/spectre #fanfic #commissions #blitz is a dork but that's why we love him #let's hope the cake doesn't taste how it looks

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sampaii-ca · 6 years ago

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Hallow Ball (Klance fic)

Happy Halloween!! Please enjoy this Klance Halloween fic I wiped up, it has demon hunter/red riding hood Keith and werewolf Lance. I really like how this one turned out! Prompts were werewolf, fangs, dancing and Halloween!

There is also AMAZING art to go along with this story! This piece was a commission from Mars and they did such an awesome job and it was a huge inspiration to writing the story! Please check out their Patreon and work!

https://www.patreon.com/marsloud/

Keith gripped the handle of his Blade and swung forward without a second thought slashing through the Duat’s chest. Pulling his Blade from it’s undead heart, he noticed three more Duat approaching from behind. Crouching down he propelled himself forward, red cloak flowing in his wake. Raising his Blade, he sliced through the neck of the first one, cleanly severing it’s head.

A clawed hand swiped towards him but Keith was quick to move and dodged it. Sweeping the Duat off its feet with a swing of his leg, the Duat toppled over and Keith wasted no time in driving his Blade through its heart.

The third stood a few paces away from Keith, sizing him up, eyeing him like he was a piece of steak to be devoured. This one wasn’t like the others, he was forming a plan of attack as opposed to blindly running after its prey like the others did. THIS Duat must be older, the longer a Duat “lived” the more it began to regain the senses and intelligence. No more blindly running and attacking prey out of insatiable hunger, no, this was calculated blood lust.

Keith needed to end this quickly. Looking around he spotted a fire escape above...perfect. Attacking from above was the best way, kept him away from sharp claws and even sharper teeth.

He began to run towards the Duat, sheathing his Blade so he could use both hands. The Duat seemed startled for a moment but then started to run head first towards Keith.

Almost there….almost….now!

Keith flung himself up towards the fire escape grabbing the lowest hanging rung of a ladder, propelling himself up and over the Duat’s head. Twisting in mid air and pulling out his Blade he began to swing down aiming to severe its head but before metal met flesh the Duat was suddenly gone.

It was all so fast and Keith’s Blade met nothing but air and the loud sound of a body impacting something echoed throughout the alleyway.

“God damn it.” Keith muttered as he landed on his feet. The smell of wet dog wafted up his nose.

“McClain!” Looking towards a dumpster, Keith could see Lance holding the still beating heart of the Duat. Lance turned and gave Keith a smirk, closing his fist around the heart and crushing it into dust.

“What the hell Lance?! I told you to stop interfering with my hunts!”

“You’re on our turf Samurai, makes it fair game to me.” Lance’s grin was so wide he looked maniacal in the low light of the alley. His fangs glinting in the moonlight.

Keith pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated. They’ve been over this multiple times yet Lance uses the same excuse every time he interrupts Keith during a hunt.

Maybe if he says it slower, like he’s speaking to a five year old, he’ll get it.

“Lance, we’ve been over this. You know the Blade doesn’t abide by territorial boundaries, it’s an agreement all the covens and clans took long ago. Duat’s are the one single enemy of all and it’s our job to track them and kill them so they don’t harm anyone. Blades can pass freely through any territory, so long as they are on a hunt.”

During his speech, Lance had taken to leaning against the dumpster and was picking at his teeth, staring down the alley spacing out.

“Lance! Did you hear a word I just said?”

“Ya ya mullet I know the rules,” Lance waved his hands to brush Keith off. Keith scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Then why are you HERE, Lance?”

Lance actually looked a little bashful as he rubbed the back of his neck and was looking past Keith towards a spot on the wall, not meeting Keith’s eyes.

“I-I wanted to see you.” Lance said as he looked at Keith, his blue eyes actually looking shy and Keith’s breath caught in his throat.

“Me? You wanted to see me? But--why?”

“Well, you haven’t given me a way to contact you and I wanted to ask you something..” Lance was back to staring at the ground, gnawing on his lower lip with one fang. His tail was bushy and stiff.

Keith was confused, very confused. What did Lance want? He was always annoying Keith with his interruptions and funny nicknames. But now, with this new shy Lance in front of him, Keith couldn’t tell up from down and needed some answers.

“Ooook, shoot. What do you want to ask me?”

It took a minute for Lance to respond and when he did, his question came out so jumbled and fast that Keith couldn’t make out a thing he said.

“Come again?” Keith’s eyebrows furrowed and he eyed Lance. Just now noticing the bright cherry red blush on his cheeks. It was hard to notice at first with his dark complexion and low light.

Lance ran his hand down his face and sighed. Standing tall and looking Keith straight in the eyes he said,” Keith, if-if you’re not busy...would you like to come with me to the Hallow Ball on Halloween?” Lance deflated letting out the breathe he’d been holding and slouched back to his relaxed pose.

Keith stood there wide eyed and brain pleasantly buzzing from the shock of Lance’s question. Keith had heard of the Hallow Ball, a huge party the werewolf clans hosted every year on Halloween. He’d never thought he’d get the opportunity to go, especially not with Lance. He had no idea Lance had felt this way about him.

Keith couldn’t say he was unhappy about it though, Keith has always thought Lance was handsome but he never expected anything to happen between them. Hell, he wasn’t even aware that Lance liked dudes, but here he is, asking Keith out on a date.

O man a date…

With Lance..

At a Halloween ball…

Keith’s lips lifted into a smile and he let out a little giggle. He stifled it as soon as he heard it though and realized Lance was still waiting for an answer. He looked up and Lance was staring at him with this look of giddy excitement in his eyes. “Did you just? Did you just giggle?”

Keith clamped his hand over his mouth, “What? No I didn’t.” It came out muffled because of his hand and Lance started to laugh. “Yes you did! Geez that was the cutest shit I’ve ever seen! You’re killing me here Kogane!” Lance laid his hands over his heart like the sound of a giggle had physically hurt him.

“O shut it McClain!” Keith shoved him on the chest and Lance caught his hands before he could pull away.

“So..was that a yes?” That bashful smile was back and Keith felt his brain melt a little more. He really, really wanted to say yes but he also really, really wanted to make Lance work for it a little more.

Keith smirked, “I’ll tell you what.” Their hands were still clasped between them and Keith leaned in towards Lance’s face. His breath ghosting across Lance’s lips.

“If you can stop following me and stop interfering with my hunts for a week...then I’ll go with you to the ball.” Keith kissed Lance on the cheek, savoring the warmth of his skin for a second before pulling back. “What do you say?” Keith’s eyebrow raised in question, “Think you can handle that?”

“Deal!!” Lance shouted so loud that a few crows on a power line overhead startled and flew away. “But!” Lance cleared his throat trying to calm down. “But,” he said much quieter. “I’ll need your phone number, I mean how else will I get a hold of you if I can’t interfere with your hunts?”

Keith huffed, one side of his mouth twitching up into a smile. Of course Lance would find a loop hole. Keith held out his hand towards Lance and made a grabby motion for his phone. Lance scrambled to get his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Keith.

Keith entered his number and handed the phone back to Lance. He pressed close to Lance and ran his hands up to his ears. All fluffy and a rich chocolate color like the color of his hair. Keith stroked behind one and Lance immediately melted at the touch and looked into Keith’s eyes.

“Let’s see if you can last a week McClain.” Keith whispered and pulled his hood up and vanished from sight.

Lance stood their feeling breathless, “You’re on Samurai.”

***

Keith groaned into his pillow at the sound of his phone buzzing on his nightstand. He slapped around for it and opened up the message displayed on the screen.

3:32 AM

Wolfsbane McClain: Wakey wakey Mullet Man! It’s time for your answer! ;)

Wolfsbane McClain: I’ve been so good! I didn’t interfere with a hunt at all this week!

Wolfsbane McClain: In fact I actually haven’t been outside at all this week. Played video games alllllllll day, every day!

Ya, Keith knows that’s true because Lance had a habit of texting him every hour, on the hour, including a few times when he was sleeping to tell Keith exactly what he was doing. Lance had kept straight on their bargain but boy o boy did he find a loophole. Since he couldn’t be with Keith physically, he made his presence known through text..constantly. Keith got use to his ramblings but he still enjoyed his sleep and 3:30 AM is way too fucking early to be texting.

Red Hood Keef: Lance…..it’s 3:30 in the fucking morning..

Red Hood Keef: go back to sleep

Wolfsbane McClain: but..but..I can’t sleep till you give me an answer

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Uuuuggghh this boy is going to be the death of him. But Keith couldn’t help his smile forming..

Red Hood Keef: I hope you realize that I can’t dance..and I’ll probably step on your feet.

Wolfsbane McClain: Don’t worry babe! I’ll teach you how to dance!

Wolfsbane McClain: OMG!! I’m so excited!!

Wolfsbane McClain: We’re going to have so much fun!

“Babe!” Keith sputtered as the texts kept coming. He groaned and buried his head into the pillow as his heart stuttered and he couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. Lance really will be the death of him.

#klance #Klancetober #keithtober2k18 #keith kogane #lance mcclain #voltronlegendarydefender #alternate universe #demon hunter #red riding hood #only because of the cloak #werewolf #halloween2018 #Daily Prompt #writing challenge

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mewgagotoku · 6 years ago

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Tags/Verses Masterpost!

Figured I should probably make one of these to keep track.

Yakuza-series independent RP blog; open and welcoming to AU, multi-fandom and OCs. Expect canon-typical violence and dark metaphor; NSFW/explicit content will always be tagged. [THIS POST IS A WORK IN PROGRESS, EXPECT UPDATES ~ posting it now before it gets any longer...]

Robz, 21+; RPed for a long damn time; friendly, but shy. I write, draw and sing - or at least make motions to that effect. 日本語で書いてことできるんだけど恥ずかしいから英語のほうがいいんです。よろしくお願いします。Interests include: music, video games, horror. Ask for my Discord ID, and lets plot shenanigans!

CHARACTERS

[Majima Goro] [Goromi] 真島吾朗 ~ The Mad Dog of Shimano/The Lord of the Night; Sharp as a blade and stabby to boot, Majima is a yakuza through and through - unpredictable, violent and just a bit smarter than he lets on.

[Makimura Makoto] マキムラマコト ~ Not All Who Wander Are Lost; A young woman caught up in a world of darkness she could never hope to fully understand. Makoto is determined and independent, and perhaps just a little reckless. (Somewhat canon-divergent after Yakuza 0 - rather than returning to Hogushi Kaikan, Makoto instead begins working with charities focused on helping human trafficking victims and other vulnerable members of society. She won’t sit around and wait for a hero any longer, instead, she wants to become her own.)

[Oda Jun] 尾田純 ~ Tachibana Real Estate’s Lap Dog; Unrepentant and proud, Oda knows his place in the world because he carved it for himself. He won’t let anybody stand in his way.

[Dojima Daigo] - Testing~

[Hana] 菊川花~ Sky Finance’s Backbone; Hana sometimes wonders why she bothers coming to work in the morning, but it’s a good job she always does.

[Akamine Tenji] 赤嶺典二「天使」~ OC; a host originally from Gifu who has no idea what he’s about to get himself into. Polite, gregarious and kind, his sweetness hides an ambition for greatness that he will pursue to the end of the earth. (FC: Mizushima Hiro) Tenji now has his own blog over at @hachidorinoko with both Yakuza and Persona 5 verses!

[Hayashi Bara] 林薔薇 ~ OC; daughter of Hayashi Hiroshi, Bara is something of a tearaway punk trying to find her place in the world. Rude and obnoxious, she is in truth as vulnerable as she appears, though she’ll go to any lengths to hide that. (FC: Tsuchiya Anna) Bara now has her own blog over at @splinteredthorn !

[Futaba Sakura] 佐倉双葉 ~ Persona 5. Not active on this blog, but she has her own sub-blog at @hikikohacker

Hit me up, who knows what’s next.........

RULES

Setting these up as I go along, so forgive me if they’re a bit lax...

DBAA ~ Don’t Be An Asshole; plain and simple!

No minors, please; I keep my NSFW stuff tagged, so it can be avoided if you’d rather not read it, but I will not generally place it under cuts and nor do I wish to feel as if I should. Absolutely no smut with minors, no exceptions.

We don’t have to be mutuals to interact! We don’t even have to be from the same series/universe/whatever. If you wanna RP, just hit me up and we’ll figure something out!

If you’re not sure about something, ASK ME! I don’t bite, and I certainly don’t want to cause confusion or frustration with anything I’ve written. You can message me through tumblr, or ask for my Discord so we can talk things through.

I WRITE A LOT -- I like big paragraphs and I cannot lie... don’t feel like you have to keep up with me! I’d prefer a reply which is short and to the point than to feel like you’re stressing over matching my waffle.

I may unfollow RP blogs which post a lot of OOC/irrelevant content. This doesn’t mean I don’t like you or don’t want to RP with you, it just clogs up my dash and I don’t really like it. Drop me a message if you have any questions, but I can guarantee it’s nothing against you personally! Your blog, your rules -- you do you!

VERSES (in no particular order)

ALLEGORY (verse) - Oda/Tachibana; set shortly before and during Yakuza 0 (iloveoda-san)

[Colder Heavens] - In which the heating in the penthouse gives up the ghost during a snowfall. [NSFW]

[Bad Dog] - Unaware of his surroundings, Oda disrupts a very important meeting. [NSFW]

[Lacryma Christi] [2] - Oda unwittingly catches Tachibana in a vulnerable moment.

[imagining noises] [2] -~ During Tachibana’s forced exile, Oda finds himself alone and invisible.

DOG TEETH (verse) Kiryu/Majima; various. (fourthchairman)

[uroboros] [2] (the snake which bites its own tail) - Majima has been trying to wrench Kiryu and Makoto apart for too long - Kiryu has finally had enough. [NSFW]

[Love on the Brain] [2] ~ Majima/Kiryu - Absence makes the heart grow fonder... and more obscene. [NSFW]

[All I Want Is You] [2] - WHOOPS. Majima makes the kind of mistake he can’t just sweep under the rug.

[Road Trip] [2] - Following on from All I Want Is You, Kiryu and Majima take a road trip down toward Okinawa... [NSFW]

A PALACE FROM RUIN (verse) - Nishikiyama and Makoto; post Yakuza 0 (iheartkiryu)

[Blossoms] [2] - Looking for flowers to brighten up her apartment, Makoto runs into an acquaintance, and finds an unexpected new friend.

[Debts Unpaid] [2] - Hunting after the one-eyed man whose name she knows not, Makoto falls afoul of the Shimano Family who don’t take kindly to curiosity.

[Hare Among Foxes] [2] - Determined to save other vulnerable girls from her own cruel fate, Makoto sets out to take on the underworld. Caught in a little white lie, she runs into an unexpected obstacle.

[Confessions] - Nishikiyama meets with Majima on Makoto’s behalf to arrange a meeting between the two of them.

[Antidote to Heartache] - Deciding to get out of the city for a bit, Makoto and Nishikiyama take a drive out to Sunshine Orphanage.

AFTER THE RAIN (verse) - Majima/Nishikiyama; Post Yakuza 1 AU. (fishikiyama)

[IDGAF] (In Despair, Grief, And Fury) - Six months in hospital have changed more than just Nishiki’s appearance. Still hurting from being left behind, Majima rises to the occasion.

[序盤] (joban; opener e,g in Shogi or Go) - Fortunately for Nishiki, banging a shogi board is complicated. [NSFW]

POETRY AND DEATH (verse) - Oda and Tachibana; set during the two years before Y0 (iloveoda-san)

[Poetry and Death] [2] - After a fight with a rival gang, Tachibana is shot, and Oda must fight to keep him alive.

[Marble] [2] ~ An intimate, drunken decision. [NSFW]

[Let it Burn] ~ Oda finds himself trapped inside a residential building when the Cornflowers decide to pre-rempt some revenge against his crew.

YOU KNOW BETTER (verse) Majima/Makoto; Post Yakuza 0 (italian-love-cake)

[Switches Never Flicked] - Majima and Makoto ~ A fire on Pink Street lands Makoto in unknown peril.

[Don’t Feed It, It Will Come Back] - Majima/Makoto ~ Despite his better judgement, Majima can’t bear to leave Makoto alone.

[Tastes Like Chicken] - Majima/Makoto ~ Majima meets Makoto after work to take her on a date.

WHISKY AND GIN (verse) - Majima/Nishitani; Yakuza 0 (dreamoffuchsia)

[Pushing Buttons] - Majima/Nishitani ~ Eatin’ some sushi, downin’ some drinks, smashin’ some faces... the usual. [NSFW content]

[Soaked] - Majima/Nishitani ~ Majima and Nishitani raid a group of loan sharks who have been preying on hostesses. Guns are dangerous. [NSFW content] [tw: drugs]

[Penance] - Majima/Nishitani ~ Alternate ending for Soaked. The tongues of dead men sing songs. [NSFW content] [tw: drugs]

[Smokin’] [2] - Majima/Nishitani ~ Where’ve you been all my life? Or at least for the last week. [NSFW]

[Foam Party!!!] ~ Majima/Nishitani - Do not leave Majima unattended anywhere ever, under any circumstances.

[Promises] - Majima/Nishitani ~ What’s that?! A wedding proposal?! [NSFW content]

[Boa Constrictor] - Goromi/Nishitani ~ Be careful what you wish for... [NSFW]

[MyMail] - After a New Years Day spent winding one another up via text, Majima comes home to find Nishitani has made some very particular plans for their time... [NSFW]

[Amour] - Nishitani has commissioned a very special gift for Majima. Would be a shame not to make use of it. [NSFW content]

[Puppy Love] - It’s Valentines Day, and the only logical gift for the man who has everything is... a puppy??

[Til Death Do Us Part] - Nishitani gets some bad news from the hospital. They’ve clawed their way through everything so far, but could this finally tear them apart?

JUNIPER AND VANILLA (verse) - Majima/Nishitani; Yakuza 0 (dreamoffuchsia)

[Anniversary of a Dead Man] - Majima/Nishitani ~ Nishitani struggles with a debt he can’t ever repay.

[Guilty Party] - Majima/Nishitani ~ When Nishitani calls him away from work, Majima understands that this is more than just a social call. [tw: suicide mentions]

[Demon Days] - Majima/Nishitani ~ After Nishitani’s death, he’s the last person Majima expects to bump into. [tw: suicide mentions]

[Modern Leper] - Some twenty-five or thirty years after Nishitani’s death, Majima wakes in the night to the unmistakable feeling that he and Saejima aren’t alone. [tw: suicide mentions]

SHE’S A MYSTERY (verse) - Majima and Owl Eyes O’Malley; various (rileysroleplayreservoir)

[睡蓮花] [2] (suirenka; water lily) - Majima and Owl Eyes O’Malley; set somewhere between 1995-2005.

[危険な水] (kikenna mizu; dangerous water) - Majima and Owl Eyes O’Malley; While searching for a golden macguffin - in this case, a watch - Majima find some interesting flotsam around the concrete edges of Tokyo Bay,

[Angry Birds] - Swooping in to pull Riley out of a fight he believes she can’t handle, Majima learns a thing or two.

[Hungry Eyes] - Fortunately for the Majima family, Riley is on hand to feed their boss before he eats them.

[Hellooo Nurse] - Halloween costume shopping.

[Smores] - Settin’ fires and eatin’ candy.

[Shoulder Rubs] - “My back’s always kinky, how about yours?”

[Petals] - Riley runs into a rather concussed Goromi. Like always, trouble sticks to the two of them like a magnet.

[Bellyaching and Babysitting] - With a broken wrist, Majima is more snappy than ever.

[Call of the Cicada] - When a former detective goes feral, somehow it falls to Majima and Riley to figure out what the hell went wrong.

[One Thought Too Many] - Too much to drink and too much to say about it.

UNCLE STABBY (verse) ~ Majima and Haruka; various (0tometal)

[Pumpkins] - Two kids (one significantly older) carving pumpkins for Halloween while Kiryu is away.

[Bonito] - Majima and Haruka ~ If uncle Majima knew anything about cooking, he’d be dangerous. He’s dangerous enough anyway.

[Jingle Bells] - Majima enlists Haruka’s help to decorate an enormous Christmas Tree at Kamurocho Hills

[Games Night] - Looking after Haruka for a night, Majima can’t seem to understand the appeal of Katamari Damacy when he can’t find the button to punch the King of all Cosmos in his huge grey face.

[Only Revolutions] - TBA

THE TRUE FOURTH CHAIRMAN (verse) ~ 2018; AU in which Kiryu retains the mantle of the Fourth Chairman (fourthchairman)

[In Clover] - Kiryu/Tenji; Fourth Chairman AU ~ When Tenji is at the very end of his luck, a chance meeting with the Tojo Clan’s legendary Fourth Chairman stands to change his life forever.

[The Jealous Boy] - Kiryu/Tenji ~ Try as he might, Tenji just can’t help being jealous of the men to whom Kiryu so generously gifts his time.

NO MAN IS AN ISLAND (verse) ~ Majima and Saejima (eighteencounts)

[Never Forgotten] - (post-Y4) The two blood brothers try to find footing with one another after twenty-five years apart.

[It Ain't on the Surface] - Majima/Saejima - Majima plans a date night at the top of Kamurocho Hills.

[Garnet] - When Majima is jumped and badly injured, there’s only one safe place he can go.

WALK TALL (verse) ~ Majima/Nishitani (trans) (dreamoffuchsia)

[Secret] - Nishitani has a secret that Majima is about to find out... will it change them forever? [NSFW content]

[Yes Sir] - Hard at work in the Majima Family offices... or not. [NSFW]

[Shameless] - Majima brings Nishitani and Saejima together in the bedroom. Best. Birthday. Ever. [NSFW]

TWO WRONGS MAKE A FIGHT (verse) - Majima/Kiryu; so many years unrequited, and Majima can’t take a minute longer. (fourthchairman)

[Drunk In Love] - Majima slips a little something into Kiryu’s drink to finally take what he’s wanted all these years... [NSFW] [tw: dub con]

[The Abduction] - Kiryu’s revenge. [NSFW] [tw:dub con]

SHE BRINGS THE MORNING SUN (verse) - Majima and Yuki (vineqar)

[Dondondondondonki] [2] - Majima and Yuki; Yakuza 0. Something very strange is going on in Club Sunshine, and it’s up to the dynamic duo to resolve it before opening - or tear each other apart in the process.

[Lose the Light] - Majima and Yuki; Yakuza 0 ~ Though seemingly unrelated, when Youda goes missing, Majima finds the weight of the world closing in around him.

[Sotenbori’s Finest Fashions] - Majima and Yuki; Yakuza 0 ~ tba

SNAKE’S NEST (verse) - Goromi and Nishitani; Yakuza 0 (dreamoffuchsia)

[Rattlesnake] - Goromi/Nishitani - Goromi is an A-List Queen strutting her stuff in the underground of Sotenbori. Is the Viper Vixen about to meet her match? [NSFW content]

[Cobra Queen] - Goromi/Nishitani - TBA [NSFW content]

FRIENDS WITH FINANCIAL BENEFITS (verse) - Majima and Akiyama; post Yakuza 4 (criminaldelights)

[Ninety-Nine Bottles of Gold Label] Majima and Akiyama ~ Drunk as a skunk, having lost his wallet somewhere along the way, Majima hopes to get a bit of help from a friend with a bit more liquid capital.

[Bad Parenting] - Majima finds an abandoned puppy and tries to give it to Hana to look after.

[爆発] (bakuhatsu; explosion) - Majima and Akiyama; While Majima is showing Akiyama around Kamurocho Hills, an explosion threatens both of their lives.

[Mad Dog Allergy] - Majima and Akiyama

[Clingy] - Majima/Akiyama ~ Majima doesn't want Akiyama to go.

[NSFW-ish] - Majima/Akiyama

[Fugitive Motel] - Majima/Akiyama [NSFW]

[Endangered Mousse] - Majima and Akiyama

THERE IN A HEARTBEAT (verse) - Makoto and Majima; post Yakuza 0 (criminaldelights)

[Laurel Wreath] Majima/Makoto ~ Almost a year after the events surrounding the Empty Lot, Majima sets out to find Makoto and see her one last time.

[Lady and the Tramp] - Makoto/Majima ~ Majima attempts to buy Makoto a puppy to keep her company. Trouble is, they're all too cute...

[Linked] - Makoto/Majima - Majima's last day in Sotenbori with Makoto.

??? (verse) - Majima and Saejima; various. (criminaldelights)

[Lord of the Cats] - Saejima smuggles a kitten into a restaurant.

[Absolution] - Guilt, blame and forgiveness cannot be extricated from one another.

[Mad Pup and Bear Cub] (pre Y0 verse) Majima makes an important confession.. and then tries to act like he didn't.

PLAY NICE (verse) - Goromi and Nishitani; Yakuza 0 (dreamoffuchsia)

[Well-Mannered] - Nishitani has been visiting Goromi for a while now at Sagawa’s request. Despite their initial nerves around one another, the two are beginning to form a connection.

NOTICE ME, SENSEI (verse) - Majima and Saejima; Elementary School Teacher AU

[Dirty Deeds] - TBA

[City Lights] ~ Kiryu and Makoto; post Yakuza 0.

[大理石龍] [2] (dairisekiryuu; marble dragon) ~ Kiryu/Makoto. An intimate moment. [NSFW]

[弱虫毛虫] [2] (yowamushi kemushi; cowardly caterpillar) - Nishikiyama and Majima; Yakuza Kiwami ~ In the process of recruiting, Majima falls afoul of the Nishikiyama family.

[What if...?] [2] ~ Tachibana and Makoto; Post Yakuza 0 AU ~ What if things had turned out differently...? [here be spoilers]

[Takoyaki] [2] ~ Majima and Makoto; Yakuza 0 ~ During Makoto’s stay in Odyssey’s warehouse..

[Billion Yen Opportunity] [2] ~ Majima and Ammy Highwind; Yakuza 0 ~ A real estate agent approaches Majima while the world falls to pieces around him. She seeks only one thing... [here be spoilers]

[King Among Fools] - Majima and Tamaki [Ouran HC]; Yakuza Kiwami ~ Majima is out to stir some trouble, and rescues a young host with such conviction, he doesn’t need rescue at all.

[石橋の仕掛け] [2] (Ishibashi no shikake; Ishibashi’s Gambit) - Majima and Tamotsu ~ Majima is given the task of delivering some documents to an unknown contact - it becomes quickly apparent that there is more to this than meets the eye.

[Beat It] [2] - Tachibana and Oda; pre Yakuza 0 AU ~ There is not a more feared officer on the beat than Tachibana...

[Skymail] [2] - drunk texts(?) from yakooziez

[Stray] - Majima/Makoto; post Yakuza 0 ~ Handing out leaflets for an animal shelter in Kamurocho, Makoto catches sight of the man she’s been searching for all this time.

[Silver and Gold] - Majima/Kiryu; Yakuza 0 ~ A Masquerade ball at The Grand

[Little Lost Rabbit] - Tachibana and Makoto, pre Yakuza 0; 6-year-old Makoto learns to deal (or not deal) with some school bullies.

[Rude Awakening] - Majima and Nishikiyama; After the supposed suicide of an important businessman, Majima grabs Nishiki to find his missing daughter, Aiko.

[Night and Day] - Makoto and Majima; Yakuza 0 ~ Whilst hiding out in a warehouse in Sotenbori, Makoto and Majima’s hiding place is stumbled upon by some unwelcome visitors.

[Vogue] - Makoto and Majima; post-Yakuza 0 ~ The girls head to an onsen to relax and find some time to chat and be themselves.

[Thorns] - Hayashi and Nishitani; Dead Souls ~ Realising her father is trapped inside the quarantine zone, Bara will stop at nothing to get inside and try to save him.

[Ten by Ten] Majima and Kiryu; Kiwami ~ Majima is far too proud of his increasingly honed ability to goad Kiryu into a fight, no matter the cost to his bones.

[Wake] Majima and Daigo ~ Attending a funeral for Mosugi of Yokohama’s Yamanobu Family, Majima uncovers hints of a plot.

[Secure] Makoto and Kiryu ~ TBA

[Emergency Contact] Majima and Tamotsu - TBA

[おしりかじり虫] (oshirikajiri mushi; bottom-biting bug) - In which Majiima is definitely not jealous of Daigo’s new friend.

[Break a Leg] - Majima and Shinada ~ Majima is tasked with keeping an eye on an injured Shinada while he recovers.

[Favours] - Majima/Daigo ~ A stolen kiss to save the chairman from a terribly dull fate.

[Asphyxiating Artist] - Majima and Tamotsu ~ Majima finds a rather handsome sketch of himself on the floor after a meeting. Somebody’s in trouble...

[Delayed Reaction] - Majima and Tamotsu ~ When a street fight goes wrong, Majima ends up more injured than he would care to admit.

[Last Wishes] Majima/Akiyama ~ Majima knows he hasn’t much longer left to live, but he has an important message to pass on, and Akiyama is the only person he can trust to do so.

[With All Your Faults And All] Majima and Makoto ~ Odyssey’s warehouse, an open door where secrets hinge.

[裏玉ご注意ほう！] (uratama gochuuihou; watch out for balls) Majima and Nishida - The tragic demise of one very greedy raccoon.

[How To Train A Hostess] - Majima and Sagawa ~ TBA

[Short Leash] - Majima and Nishida ~ TBA

[Clever Girl] - TBA

THE MAGNIFICENT

[iloveoda-san] Tachibana Tetsu @iloveoda-san

[majimaoneeyedfool] Majima Goro @majimaoneeyedfool

[fishikiyama] Nishikiyama Akira @fishikiyama

[fourthchairman] Kiryu Kazuma @fourthchairman

[iheartkiryu] Nishikiyama Akira @iheartkiryu

[vineqar] Yuki (Hostess) @vineqar

[yakuzaoflove] [kingofkamuro] Tamotsu Shimizu/Mamoru Azumi @kingofkamuro

[ammy-highwind] Ammy Highwind @ammy-highwind

[justsomedaddythings] Suoh Tamaki @justsomedaddythings

[rileysroleplayreservoir] Riley “Owl Eyes” O’Malley @rileysroleplayreservoir

[italian-love-cake] Makimura Makoto @italian-love-cake

[mmajimagoro] Majima Goro @mmajimagoro

[0tometal] Sawamura Haruka @0tometal

[dreamoffuchsia] Nishitani Homare @dreamoffuchsia

[snxkehips] Majima Goroko (genderswap) @snxkehips

[eighteencounts] Saejima Taiga @eighteencounts

[draconic-fury] Kiryu Kazuma @draconic-fury

[okunokanosei] / [criminaldelights] Akiyama Shun @criminaldelights

[criminaldelights] Majima Goro

[brassbounded] Dojima Daigo @brassbounded

[dxjima] [dojima-ryuu] Dojima Daigo @dxjima

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[nishidawho] Nishida @nishidawho

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dfroza · 4 years ago

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A secret held at the time

to be openly shared with the whole world as a True path of grace, which is what is seen conserved in the Scriptures.

Today’s reading from the New Testament is the 9th chapter of the book of Luke:

[Keep It Simple]

Jesus now called the Twelve and gave them authority and power to deal with all the demons and cure diseases. He commissioned them to preach the news of God’s kingdom and heal the sick. He said, “Don’t load yourselves up with equipment. Keep it simple; you are the equipment. And no luxury inns—get a modest place and be content there until you leave. If you’re not welcomed, leave town. Don’t make a scene. Shrug your shoulders and move on.”

Commissioned, they left. They traveled from town to town telling the latest news of God, the Message, and curing people everywhere they went.

Herod, the ruler, heard of these goings on and didn’t know what to think. There were people saying John had come back from the dead, others that Elijah had appeared, still others that some prophet of long ago had shown up. Herod said, “But I killed John—took off his head. So who is this that I keep hearing about?” Curious, he looked for a chance to see him in action.

The apostles returned and reported on what they had done. Jesus took them away, off by themselves, near the town called Bethsaida. But the crowds got wind of it and followed. Jesus graciously welcomed them and talked to them about the kingdom of God. Those who needed healing, he healed.

As the sun set, the Twelve said, “Dismiss the crowd so they can go to the farms or villages around here and get a room for the night and a bite to eat. We’re out in the middle of nowhere.”

“You feed them,” Jesus said.

They said, “We couldn’t scrape up more than five loaves of bread and a couple of fish—unless, of course, you want us to go to town ourselves and buy food for everybody.” (There were more than five thousand people in the crowd.)

But he went ahead and directed his disciples, “Sit them down in groups of about fifty.” They did what he said, and soon had everyone seated. He took the five loaves and two fish, lifted his face to heaven in prayer, blessed, broke, and gave the bread and fish to the disciples to hand out to the crowd. After the people had all eaten their fill, twelve baskets of leftovers were gathered up.

One time when Jesus was off praying by himself, his disciples nearby, he asked them, “What are the crowds saying about me, about who I am?”

They said, “John the Baptizer. Others say Elijah. Still others say that one of the prophets from long ago has come back.”

He then asked, “And you—what are you saying about me? Who am I?”

Peter answered, “The Messiah of God.” Jesus then warned them to keep it quiet. They were to tell no one what Peter had said.

He went on, “It is necessary that the Son of Man proceed to an ordeal of suffering, be tried and found guilty by the religious leaders, high priests, and religion scholars, be killed, and on the third day be raised up alive.”

Then he told them what they could expect for themselves: “Anyone who intends to come with me has to let me lead. You’re not in the driver’s seat—I am. Don’t run from suffering; embrace it. Follow me and I’ll show you how. Self-help is no help at all. Self-sacrifice is the way, my way, to finding yourself, your true self. What good would it do to get everything you want and lose you, the real you? If any of you is embarrassed with me and the way I’m leading you, know that the Son of Man will be far more embarrassed with you when he arrives in all his splendor in company with the Father and the holy angels. This isn’t, you realize, pie in the sky by and by. Some who have taken their stand right here are going to see it happen, see with their own eyes the kingdom of God.”

About eight days after saying this, he climbed the mountain to pray, taking Peter, John, and James along. While he was in prayer, the appearance of his face changed and his clothes became blinding white. At once two men were there talking with him. They turned out to be Moses and Elijah—and what a glorious appearance they made! They talked over his exodus, the one Jesus was about to complete in Jerusalem.

Meanwhile, Peter and those with him were slumped over in sleep. When they came to, rubbing their eyes, they saw Jesus in his glory and the two men standing with him. When Moses and Elijah had left, Peter said to Jesus, “Master, this is a great moment! Let’s build three memorials: one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah.” He blurted this out without thinking.

While he was babbling on like this, a light-radiant cloud enveloped them. As they found themselves buried in the cloud, they became deeply aware of God. Then there was a voice out of the cloud: “This is my Son, the Chosen! Listen to him.”

When the sound of the voice died away, they saw Jesus there alone. They were speechless. And they continued speechless, said not one thing to anyone during those days of what they had seen.

* * *

When they came down off the mountain the next day, a big crowd was there to meet them. A man called from out of the crowd, “Please, please, Teacher, take a look at my son. He’s my only child. Often a spirit seizes him. Suddenly he’s screaming, thrown into convulsions, his mouth foaming. And then it beats him black-and-blue before it leaves. I asked your disciples to deliver him but they couldn’t.”

Jesus said, “What a generation! No sense of God! No focus to your lives! How many times do I have to go over these things? How much longer do I have to put up with this? Bring your son here.”

While he was coming, the demon slammed him to the ground and threw him into convulsions. Jesus stepped in, ordered the foul spirit gone, healed the boy, and handed him back to his father. They all shook their heads in wonder, astonished at God’s greatness, God’s majestic greatness.

While they continued to stand around exclaiming over all the things he was doing, Jesus said to his disciples, “Treasure and ponder each of these next words: The Son of Man is about to be betrayed into human hands.”

They didn’t get what he was saying. It was like he was speaking a foreign language and they couldn’t make heads or tails of it. But they were embarrassed to ask him what he meant.

They started arguing over which of them would be most famous. When Jesus realized how much this mattered to them, he brought a child to his side. “Whoever accepts this child as if the child were me, accepts me,” he said. “And whoever accepts me, accepts the One who sent me. You become great by accepting, not asserting. Your spirit, not your size, makes the difference.”

John spoke up, “Master, we saw a man using your name to expel demons and we stopped him because he wasn’t of our group.”

Jesus said, “Don’t stop him. If he’s not an enemy, he’s an ally.”

When it came close to the time for his Ascension, he gathered up his courage and steeled himself for the journey to Jerusalem. He sent messengers on ahead. They came to a Samaritan village to make arrangements for his hospitality. But when the Samaritans learned that his destination was Jerusalem, they refused hospitality. When the disciples James and John learned of it, they said, “Master, do you want us to call a bolt of lightning down out of the sky and incinerate them?”

Jesus turned on them: “Of course not!” And they traveled on to another village.

On the road someone asked if he could go along. “I’ll go with you, wherever,” he said.

Jesus was curt: “Are you ready to rough it? We’re not staying in the best inns, you know.”

Jesus said to another, “Follow me.”

He said, “Certainly, but first excuse me for a couple of days, please. I have to make arrangements for my father’s funeral.”

Jesus refused. “First things first. Your business is life, not death. And life is urgent: Announce God’s kingdom!”

Then another said, “I’m ready to follow you, Master, but first excuse me while I get things straightened out at home.”

Jesus said, “No procrastination. No backward looks. You can’t put God’s kingdom off till tomorrow. Seize the day.”

The Book of Luke, Chapter 9 (The Message)

Today’s paired chapter of the Testaments is the 17th chapter of the book of Job where he reflects upon the tragedy he faced in view of the accusation of his friends:

“My spirit is broken,

my days used up,

my grave dug and waiting.

See how these mockers close in on me?

How long do I have to put up with their insolence?

“O God, pledge your support for me.

Give it to me in writing, with your signature.

You’re the only one who can do it!

These people are so useless!

You know firsthand how stupid they can be.

You wouldn’t let them have the last word, would you?

Those who betray their own friends

leave a legacy of abuse to their children.

“God, you’ve made me the talk of the town—

people spit in my face;

I can hardly see from crying so much;

I’m nothing but skin and bones.

Decent people can’t believe what they’re seeing;

the good-hearted wake up and insist I’ve given up on God.

“But principled people hold tight, keep a firm grip on life,

sure that their clean, pure hands will get stronger and stronger!

“Maybe you’d all like to start over,

to try it again, the bunch of you.

So far I haven’t come across one scrap

of wisdom in anything you’ve said.

My life’s about over. All my plans are shattered,

all my hopes are snuffed out—

My hope that night would turn into day,

my hope that dawn was about to break.

If all I have to look forward to is a home in the graveyard,

if my only hope for comfort is a well-built coffin,

If a family reunion means going six feet under,

and the only family that shows up is worms,

Do you call that hope?

Who on earth could find any hope in that?

No. If hope and I are to be buried together,

I suppose you’ll all come to the double funeral!”

The Book of Job, Chapter 17 (The Message)

my personal reading of the Scriptures for Saturday, April 24 of 2021 with a paired chapter from each Testament of the Bible, along with Today’s Psalms and Proverbs

A post by John Parsons from this week’s Torah reading that looks at the significance of God revealed in Hebraic History:

Yom Kippur is the climax of the revelation of the Torah to Israel...

Of course all the holidays of Torah find their origin in the events of the Exodus, which were later commemorated as rituals at the Tabernacle. On the first of Nisan, two weeks before the Exodus, the LORD showed Moses the new moon and commenced the divine lunar calendar. This is called Rosh Chodashim. Two weeks later, God was ready to deliver the Israelites from their bondage in Egypt. Earlier that evening the Israelites kept the Passover Seder and sprinkled the blood of the lamb on their doorposts. At the stroke of midnight of Nisan 15 the LORD sent the last of the ten plagues on the Egyptians, killing all their firstborn. On the 6th of Sivan, exactly seven weeks after the Exodus (49 days), Moses first ascended Sinai to receive the Torah (Shavuot). Just forty days later, on the 17th of Tammuz, the tablets were broken. Moses then interceded for Israel for another forty days until he was called back up to Sinai on Elul 1 and received the revelation of Name YHVH (Exod. 34:4-8). After this, he was given the Second Tablets and returned to the camp on Tishri 10, which later was called Yom Kippur. Moses' face was shining with radiance in wonder of the coming New Covenant which was prefigured in the rituals of the Day of Atonement (Lev. 16-17). [Hebrew for Christians]

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this week’s message from The Temple Institute in Jerusalem that takes a look at how holiness is infused into our everyday lives:

"Be holy, for I, HaShem, your G-d, am holy"

(Leviticus 19:2)

Iyar 11, 5781/April 23, 2021

"Speak to the entire congregation of the children of Israel, and say to them, You shall be holy, for I, HaShem, your G-d, am holy." (Leviticus 19:2) Now that's a tall order! "Be holy, for I, HaShem, your G-d, am holy!" What does that even mean? G-d is immanent and infinite; G-d fills the world with His presence, yet the world is not G-d; G-d can split the sea and make the mountains shake. Yet we are mere mortals, consumed with making ends meet and greeting another day, one morning at a time. Yet, it is true, we are created in G-d's image, and if there is any real substance to that statement, then, by G-d, we surely can meet the task of being holy for HaShem, our G-d, is holy. But how?

To be holy - kadosh, in Hebrew - is to be separate. To sanctify something, that is, to make it holy, means to set it aside for a specific purpose. The beginning of this week's Torah reading, Acharei Mot-Kedoshim, describes, in detail, the service of Yom Kippur in the desert Tabernacle, and in doing so, refers to Aharon, the High Priest's holy garments. Not only are a kohen's garments holy because they are worn only in the Holy Temple, but only when wearing them can a kohen perform their holy tasks, thereby becoming holy themselves. Much of the Yom Kippur service takes place in the Temple sanctuary, known in Hebrew as the Kodesh, and, of course, what is perhaps the climax of the Yom Kippur service, takes place when the Kohen Gadol (High Priest) enters into the Kodesh haKodeshim - the Holy of Holies. These two chambers, the Holy and the Holy of Holies, are holy because they are set aside, separated from the mundane world outside, and dedicated for the specific purpose of serving G-d. And why is G-d described as being holy? Because G-d, despite His Presence being everywhere, saturating all of creation, is infinitely distinct and separate from creation.

To be holy because G-d is holy, means, then, to separate ourselves from all things that are not G-dly, that are not infused with G-d's presence. In other words, to separate ourselves from all things that cause a distance, a separation between ourselves and G-d. To be holy, distinct, dedicated and separated from the profane, is to attach ourselves, body and soul, to HaShem. But we are only human! We need to eat, to drink, to work for our wages, and at the end of a long day, to sleep and recharge our batteries, so that we can do it all again on the morrow. We can't separate ourselves from the mundane world which provides our sustenance, our daily bread. To be holy seems an impossible task, save for kohanim or nazirites, who, by very definition, are only a tiny segment of the population. To solve this conundrum, Torah presents another path to holiness.

To be holy, in the eyes of the Torah, is not to separate ourselves from the mundane, but, on the contrary, to infuse the mundane with holiness, to invest the mundane with holy purpose and holy potential. If we perceive the food we eat as being a gift from G-d to us, and enjoy our meal conscious of how precious this gift is, we are informing the eating of a meal with holiness. We are not eating junk food, G-d forbid: we are eating the most precious thing in creation - a morsel created by G-d for our consumption! By uplifting our food from the profane to the holy, we are confirming a direct connection between ourselves and G-d. We are becoming holy because haShem, our G-d, is holy.

This practice of uplifting the mundane and imbuing it with holiness, applies not only to food, but to all we do in life. And this is the secret of the Torah commandments. Every commandment, whether it is loving our neighbor as ourselves because we recognize the holiness in him (and in ourselves), or keeping Shabbat because it is holy to G-d, (and therefore holy to us), or saying a blessing before we bite into an apple, because it is a holy gift from G-d, presents us with an opportunity to make a direct connection with G-d, to complete the circuit and purpose of creation, to bring G-d's presence right into our lives. Every commandment is a two-way invitation, inviting G-d into our world, and ourselves into G-d's world. We become holy by eliminating those things in life which come between us and G-d, and we complete the process by infusing those things that can connect us to G-d with holiness.

When G-d's Presence first filled the Tabernacle upon its completion the world received a restart and an upgrade. From that moment forward, G-d's presence is infinitely near. G-d is our neighbor. It behooves us and enhances our lives to embrace G-d's nearness, and to draw ourselves closer to G-d in all we do, in all our deeds and all our thoughts. Being holy, for HaShem, our G-d, is holy!

and another post by John Parsons that reflects upon this:

Our Torah portion this week (i.e., parashat Kedoshim) reveals that the “appointed times” (i.e., mo’edim: מוֹעֲדִים) were given by God to help us turn away from the omnipresent urge within the human heart to embrace vanity: "Every one of you shall revere his mother and his father and guard (שָׁמַר) my Sabbaths (שַׁבְּתתַי)... Do not turn to worthlessness (i.e., אֱלִיל) or make for yourselves any molten gods" (Lev. 19:3-4). In other words, the Biblical holidays - including the weekly Shabbat, the monthly Rosh Chodesh, and so on - were intended to help us to sanctify ("set apart," "make holy") the times and seasons in order to remind us of God’s Presence (Psalm 104:19). Therefore they are called mikra’ei kodesh (מִקְרָאֵי קדֶשׁ), “times in which holiness is proclaimed” (Lev. 23:2).

The Torah’s declaration that these days are holy implies that they are set apart for special activities, such as celebrating God as our Creator (Shabbat), our Redeemer (Passover), our Resurrection (Bikkurim/Firstfruits), our Lawgiver (Shavuot/Pentecost), our King (Teruah/Rosh Hashanah), our High Priest (Yom Kippur/Day of Atonement), our Shelter (Sukkot/Tabernacles), and so on. In this connection it should be noted that it is a mistake to assume that the divine calendar was somehow abrogated after the cross of Yeshua, since all of the Jewish holidays center on Him, and indeed the advent of the Ruach Ha-Kodesh (Holy Spirit) occurred after his resurrection following the prescribed 49 day countdown to the jubilee of "Pentecost," or Shavuot (see Acts 1:8; 2:1-4).

One aspect of holiness is a sense of “separateness” from the prevailing culture. Leviticus Rabbah states that God told Moses, “Tell the Israelites that just as I am separate, so you must be separate; just as I am holy, so you must be holy.” Likewise the Apostle Paul taught that we to be "conformed" (σύμμορφος) to the Messiah (Rom. 8:29), but not "conformed" (συσχηματίζω) to the pattern of this fallen world (Rom. 12:2). The former word means to resemble or be made similar in form (μορφή), whereas the latter means to accept the world's scheme (σχῆμα) of understanding things, to passively go along with the world's lies, wishful thinking, fear-mongering, propaganda, etc. Of course we need God's help to escape the "programming" of our age, and therefore the Holy Spirit helps us to become transfigured – “changed from the inside out” - by the renewal of our minds, enabling us to see things in light of the reality of our identity in the Messiah.

On the other hand, the duty to walk in personal holiness is not to "opt out" of life in this world by living as a monk or by withdrawing from others as an ascetic, much less having a “holier-than-thou” attitude that prides itself on religious scrupulosity... Yeshua routinely condemned those Pharisees who assumed that the meticulous “laws of purity” intended for the priests during their sacrificial service at the Temple applied to them in their daily life (e.g., some of these Pharisees formed "societies" whose members pledged to eat food only while in a state of ritual purity, to ritually wash their hands, and so on). Yeshua called this the "leaven of the Pharisees" which he said was hypocrisy (Luke 12:1). On the contrary, the Scriptures reveal that holiness is to be lived in the everyday experiences of life, in the context of community. Without humility and love, the practice of holiness is meaningless...

Ultimately our lives “suspended” between two worlds - this phenomenal world with its illusions and the real world of spiritual substance and meaning... We exist in an “already-not-yet” state of expectation and yearning where we must consciously mediate the truth of heaven by bringing it “down to earth.” This is a truth war, and by truth I do not mean intellectual knowledge as much as the living truth that marks the lifestyle of a follower of Messiah. We consciously remember Torah truth; we choose to always "set the LORD before us," and we take "every thought captive to the obedience of Messiah..." May God help each of us heed the call to walk in holiness by the power of His love and grace. Amen. [Hebrew for Christians]

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Today’s message from the Institute for Creation Research

April 24, 2021

He Knows

“I know thy works, and charity, and service, and faith, and thy patience, and thy works; and the last to be more than the first.” (Revelation 2:19)

Seven times in the letters to His seven representative churches in Revelation 2 and 3, the Lord Jesus says: “I know thy works” (Revelation 2:2, 9, 13, 19; 3:1, 8, 15). Whatever we are doing—or not doing—He knows!

Sometimes such knowledge can bring—or at least should bring—great consternation. He knows, for example, all our hypocrisies: “I know...that thou hast a name that thou livest, and art dead” (Revelation 3:1). He also knows when our outward display of religious activity masks a real heart-attitude of compromising self-interest. “I know thy works, that thou art neither cold nor hot” (Revelation 3:15).

Yet, He also knows when our service is genuine and our testimony is God-glorifying and faithful. “I know...thy labour, and thy patience....I know...thou holdest fast my name, and hast not denied my faith” (Revelation 2:2, 13).

Of these seven testimonies of His knowledge, the central one is in our text. He knows when we really love Him, for the “charity” mentioned is nothing less than agape, or unselfish love. He knows all about our sincere “service” and true “faith” in His Word, as well as our “patience” of hope.

Perhaps the most precious of His assurances, however, is that to the suffering church at Smyrna. “I know thy...tribulation, and poverty” (Revelation 2:9). When He says that He knows, the sense is that He understands, because He has been through it all Himself. Therefore, “we have not an high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities; but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin. Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need” (Hebrews 4:15-16). HMM

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pragnificent · 7 years ago

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Short Hannibal Fic: “Vide Cor Meum (See My Heart)”

Gift fic for @marsqueerianh, in exchange for donating to help my best friend @hedgebactus repair her car window, which was broken by a thief earlier this week. If anyone else if interested in a fic commission, please message me.

Vide Cor Meum is an opera that was written for the film HANNIBAL, which was released in 2001.

In the cool shadows of the opera box, Hannibal leans in close to Will, whispering into his ear a whimsical translation of Vide Cor Meum as the opera unfolds on the stage below them.

“‘Joy is converted to bitterest tears,’” Hannibal recites, and Will feels the tickle of hot breath against the shell of his ear.

Despite Hannibal’s assistance, Will is not entire sure that he understands what is happening on the stage below, or even what the opera is fundamentally about. The face of the woman singing has been painted a bright white, and she is dressed all in brilliant whites, save for a red slash around her waist and a crimson bouquet that she holds near her face.

Will supposes that she is meant to be dead, but no corpse - not even in Hannibal’s finest tableaus - has ever looked so fresh and neat and pretty.

A horned demon, perhaps the Devil himself, crouches among the other singers. He is painted, too, his skin the dull white of maggots, and now he straightens and closes upon the dead woman, and sings.

“‘And thinking of him, sweet sleep overcame me,’” the Devil says, and Will watches more closely now.

“You’re changing the pronouns,” he accuses, but Hannibal does not respond.

“‘I am your master,’” he translates, and Will snorts at the absurdity of hearing Hannibal speak such words to him, even if he is only repeating the lyrics.

He moves his head slightly and looks in Hannibal’s direction, seeing from the corner of his eye the slant of Hannibal’s teeth and the movement of his lips. There is a hint of a smile there, not so much in the curve of the lips as in the shape of the lines around them, so Will knows that Hannibal thinks it is funny, too.

“‘See your heart. And eat of this burning heart. Your heart.’”

Will feels his own heart begin to beat more quickly, inspired by the performance of the Devil and the dead woman below, and of the sound of Hannibal’s voice, soft and low, so very close.

The chorus sings, and Hannibal says, “‘He is trembling,” and it’s true; Will feels himself begin to shake.

“‘Obediently, he eats,’” Hannibal breathes, and Will’s hand finds his wrist and grips it, hard. “‘Weeping, I saw him then depart from me.’

“The man in the box to our left is an agent of the police,” Hannibal tells him, in the same low voice, but absent now of any passion. “I believe that he’s recognized us.”

Will does not look in the direction of the man. “We need to run,” Will says.

“No.”

And then, his words coming a beat behind those of the singers, “I am in peace.

“My heart.

“I am in peace.

“See my heart.”

Hannibal shifts his body away from Will, who turns his own head to meet his eyes. Hannibal says, “He will leave his box just before the intermission starts, and will attempt to corner us here before we can join the crowd. As soon as the lights come up you close our curtains. I’ll take him at the door; we can be rid of the problem before the second act begins.”

Will looks towards the officer now, directly, though he feels Hannibal’s outraged agitation that he should do something so foolish. The man meets his eyes easily, without any pretext.

“You’re wrong,” he says to Hannibal. “This one has some common fucking sense. He’s not going to come near us by himself, and he’s already called in reinforcements.

“He’ll be too smart to try to tail us alone, but we need to go now.”

Hannibal is reluctant, still - resistant of the idea of leaving before the opera has finished and reluctant to leave alive a man who can obviously describe them to others, despite all the efforts that they have made to alter their appearances - but when Will takes him by the hand he becomes more accommodating; Will has found, to his great wonderment, that at his touch Hannibal is as though putty in his hands. It is a knowledge that brings with it a quiet sense of power.

Now, he allows Will to lead him down the stairs and away from the opera house.

When they make it back to their apartment, Will begins to pack at once, and Hannibal joins him, apparently having conceded to himself that Will is right and that every cop in the city will be on the lookout for them within the hour, if they are not already. It does not take very long; most of their important documents and the possessions that they do not care to lose are in a bag in the hall closet already, waiting just in case.

Will has no intention of letting Hannibal leave his sight; the fear that he might be taken - that Will might not be able to prevent his being taken - is huge in him, and growing by the moment. They walk down to the car together.

The limp that Hannibal acquired after the fall, the effect of a broken ankle that did not heal exactly right, is more noticeable under weight of his garment bag and suitcase.

They pass, unmolested, through the walls of the ancient city and into the surrounding, more contemporary, urban sprawl, but Will can sense that those who would pursue them are only a step or two aside.

He has come to trust his instincts in such things, in much the same way as he has come to trust Hannibal.

This is not the first time that they have fled in this manner, nor will it be the last. Looking out the window as the city gives way to farmland and vineyards, Will wonders how long this can really last - if they will be free a year from now or a month or even a day.

It might all come crashing down within the next hour, Will knows perfectly well.

His nerves, which had been so steady as they made their escape, fail him now; he begins to tremble again.

Hannibal’s hand is on his knee.

Will takes it in his own hand and squeezes it fiercely, and knows, with a sudden reassuring certainty, that nothing short of death will separate them.

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thewitchqueen281 · 7 years ago

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Experiment 808 AU

Hey so I did actually have someone show some interest in this AU, but I’m awful at formatting so I'm just making a separate text post. Read about each character under the cut. A bit about the setting. It’s pretty distant future, this big lab in the middle of the city was commissioned to make a ton of super soldiers. Not knowing where to start they just... started kidnapping kids. Like from their cribs and everything. Not legal but they can like start from scratch there. By the time most of them are ten they’ve been tortured and beaten and do not want to be there. So they just escape. Because like what are they going to do to stop a bunch of kids with powers. They run free into the city. They stay hidden in bunkers and hideouts. They are all about 15~16 ish. I haven't decided whether or not Al is still a year younger or if they are twins so, for now, its up too you.

Anyway, enjoy these stupid teens.

Has gills on his neck and sides, and dragonfly wings.

the wings are red and while he can fly fast can’t fly for a very long time.

Instead of his traditional black tank top and coat, he wears one of those knit sleeveless turtleneck things with his red coat that ties around in the front.

Anyone with gills is bioluminescent underwater, he glows red in his face and all around his arms.

he wears a different outfit because it hides his wings and his gills.

still kind of a little shit.

knows all the other kids, is friends with most of them surprisingly.

lives with his brother, Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeyes, and Denny Brosh in an abandoned library on the west side of the city. Because they are the kids he trusts the most.

he would live with Ling, Lan Fan, and Winry. But Ling and Lan Fan don't really live anywhere and Winry travels between all the kid's hideouts making sure they didn't break anything.

Likes knives, like really really likes knives

has like twenty on him at all times.

he actually meets Ling by throwing a knife at him and getting really pissed that he missed.

Roy Mustang

Has a salamander tail, sometimes breaths a small bit of fire.

Doesn't really like people at all.

is four ten and has a lisp and you can pry this headcanon away from my cold dead hands.

frequent all-nighters, whether playing video games or trying to master fire breath.

Wears really baggy cargo pants, he likes the pockets.

has a haircut with two very long pieces of hair in the front and kinda shitty bangs.

he regrets this haircut.

he’s best friends with Riza and Ed because Riza and Ed are also wild kids who won't stop him from jumping off really high places or putting bugs in Al’s tea.

Likes lollypops, no one is sure why he just thinks they taste nice.

huge crush on Jean Havoc from the group uptown, The others make fun of him.

Riza Hawkeye

Has a cheetah tail and likes to R U N

She's a very fast girl, for a long time everyone thought that was one of the abilities given to her during her time in the lab.

it's not

she just likes to run.

despite being a wild teen is the second most sensible one in their group. Has had to drag Roy to bed, but almost everyone has had to do that once or twice.

cant cook for shit. like really. she hates cooking shes so bad at it.

everyone expects her to be the mom for some reason like they think she cooks and cleans.

shed rather die, Ed cooks, they take shifts cleaning.

loves long skirts and horror novels.

likes to think she can talk to ghosts or summon demons.

or maybe she can.

nobody really knows.

Talks to herself on occasion.

Has gills like his brother. Very small antlers as well.

glows blue underwater near his ears and around his legs. He and his brother have matching symbols on their backs.

wears a blue hoodie to cover the antlers.

The actual Mom Friend TM

Enjoys tea and not having to deal with his brother and CO’s bullshit.

for once would like to sleep in. just once.

Would be a wine mom but he is responsible and doesn't drink while underage, unlike almost all of his friends who really don't seem to give a shit.

Sassy, like, really sassy.

bad at hiding his emotions.

you will know when he thinks your being a dumbass.

*looks into the camera like he's on the office*

“Al me and the others are going to jump off the top of the building and see with we can stop ourselves.” “Good luck brother.”

Is friends with everyone and really he loves them all but goddamn.

One time Ed dated a real shit head and you don't want to know what happened after he dumped Ed. he isn't dead but he won't be walking anytime soon.

Denny Brosh

Has Squid tentacles under his arms and fins on his legs. He glows a bright yellow underwater.

Knits, like a lot. Every one of them has a homemade sweater from him. the others he lives with wear theirs all the time. Because they do gross things like care about one another in this household.

Is still really good friends with Maria Ross, he wishes they saw each other more.

can and will shock you with his tentacles, especially if you make jokes about them.

Meme dream team leader.

Al doesn't understand memes and Denny hurts every day because of this.

has a bright yellow sweater that he knitted himself and then had every single one of his friend sign.

Thinks Kain Furey is super cute. Roy thinks he's super gross because Furey is an innocent Denny!

wholesome meme some days sex jokes on others.

pretty much all the kids have pretty severe mental health issues, but Denny is one of the few who has tried to help his.

takes anxiety meds.

while he doesn't have any sibling this timeline he has his friends and honestly they are pretty close to siblings.

has called Ed big brother but like everyone has once or twice. Ed doesn't really give a shit and has accepted his fate as the oldest and apparently the most brother like.

Maria Ross

Lots a scales, like all over her body.

has wings but she isn't sure what animal they could be from.

they are big and scaley like her.

Lives with Olivier, Mei Chang, Sheska, and Winry Rockbell when she's around. They live in an old dinner on the east side of town.

Would date Sheska 100%.

Sorta has claws, doesn't matter she enjoys painting them.

Good friends with Olivier, actually best friends. This is a problem in some ways because Olivier and Denny don’t get along at all.

Has a gun, only used it once or twice to protect her friends.

she hopes she never has to use it again.

Sometimes wonders what her family would be like if she hadn't grown up in a lab. Wonders whether of not her family sold her or if she was stolen. She wonders for the other kids as well.

Breaths and cries ice.

prefers if her friends called her Ria

Olivier Armstrong

This bitch got bat wings

they are fucking huge.

she can’t really hide them so she only goes outside at night.

she has become a cryptid.

blurry shitty pictures of her crouching on buildings wings extended, her eyes glowing are all over forums.

Batgirl strikes again??

she thinks its super funny.

Doesn't really try to hide how she's feeling.

most of the time she’s Arragont or amused.

Anime character tch.

Her list of people she dislikes is bigger than the list of people she likes.

that's a lie she loves all her friend's

she’s just bad about showing it and claims to hate them.

everyone calls her Livi.

she hates it but nobody cares.

keeps her hair in a ponytail.

Mei Chang

has a cat tail, and night vision.

Please don't make any jokes.

she doesn't want this.

People sometimes pull her tail. they only pull it once though. People learn from their mistakes.

wears a big pink coat with lots of pockets. she keeps both dead mice and her kunai in the pockets.

Is Winrys assistant when she's around.

loves to help. is crushing on Al from the west side library. Everyone knows but Al. Ed and Ling think that is hilarious. Like it didn't take them months to get over themselves.

Ling is her half-brother. She isn't sure how trustworthy the info is because it’s something she heard from lab technicians.

Wants to learn to fight better but nobody wants to spar with her.

Sit’s up at night and stares at her coffee.

it’s cold now but she can’t get to sleep.

Winry Rockbell

Has butterfly wings, emperor butterfly wings. They don't make her as fast as Ed but it is faster to fly than to walk and she can fly for pretty long periods of time.

automail isn't really a thing. So Winry does general doctor stuff.

she goes between bases and makes sure that everybody is healthy.

most of the time that isn't the case so shes pretty much always working.

Thinks Mei is a wonderful helper.

Wears her signature tube top. doesn't travel through populated areas and definitely doesn't by day.

Butterflygirl isn't as cool as a cryptid as Batgirl so she doesn't get much coverage.

Will still hit you with a wrench don't test her.

She carries it and her entire toolbox because she’ll be damned if she loses time for her machines while helping out these idiots.

Dating Mothman.

Mothman is actually Lan Fan. this joke doesn't make a lot of sense to her because Lan Fan doesn't have moth wings. Ling and Ed tell her to shut up and go with it. She rolls her eyes fondly.

Kain Fuery

Has ant antenna. he can send messages across radio waves because of this. makes it easy to keep up with his friends.

Lives with Jean and Rebbeca in what they think was once a club. It's unused now but it does have an underground bunker for some reason.

He is an innocent

(He isn't)

keeps a picture of some dog in his pocket.

he needs it to keep up morale.

yes, it is just a stock photo of a dog that he stole out a picture frame at wallmart a couple years ago.

He really likes animals. Ed and Roy hate going out with both him and Al in a pair because both of them insist on stopping to pet every dog and cat or whatever animal.

Functional Bi

Jean Havoc

Has fins he thinks. they are like spiky and help him swim better. they are all over his back and wrap around his arms. Has gills, and he tends to glow a bluish purple.

he lives in the club but prefers to be near the docks.

Loves to swim

Just call him Jean

Please god just call him Jean.

Olivier and Maria butchered his last name so bad when he first meet him that he is permanently traumatized.

he’s being dramatic but like, that's who he is??

Disaster Bi

Pinning? His constant mood?

Ling Yao

Red panda tail and claws.

Loves sweet things, like so much.

Can see in the dark, loves his night vision

Thinks Ed throwing knives at him is super hot

Ed is Concerned TM

Doesn't really live anywhere.

bounces around the bases with Lan Fan.

Lan Fan is actually his twin sister but they haven't told Mei that yet.

he doesn't know why people don't just know.

Climbs in Ed’s window in the middle of the night.

freaked Ed out the first time it happened but he got used to it.

spars on rooftops in the middle of the day.

For some reason, nobody seems to freak out.

Kink is love and appreciation

doesn't actually know most of the other kids. Sometimes there will just be a different kid at the base and He’ll be like cool.

Everone knows about Ling though.

Lan Fan

She has lunar moth wings. Although Winry seems to think they are from some type of butterfly like her. Ed and Ling know the truth and call her moth man.

She flicks their faces for it.

loves food. thinks it must be because lunar moths cant eat, that side of her wants to eat E V E R Y T H I N G.

Or maybe she just has a huge appetite because Ling eats a ton as well.

has night vision as well.

Is her last name Fan? Not even she knows.

Everyone calls her Lan Fan though.

Spars with Ling but prefers fighting with Ed because Ling holds back. Ed doesn't.

tries so hard not to scream at her friends.

god, she tries so hard.

This took so long. If you want to hear about specific characters request it and I’ll make another one of these. If anyone wants to write a fanfic send it to me, I’ll be the first one to kudos that ish.

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