#instant pest control

[instantpestcontrol]

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[cmweller]

Challenge #04403-L019: Organic Pest Control

What do you do when your ship is dealing with a bug infestation, and these pests are adapting to your most technological solutions? You call in a human pest control service! -- Anon Guest

If there is anything the Galactic Alliance knew before they knew anything true about Humans, it was that if you wanted something destroyed - they came very much in handy. Just make certain that they understand the assignment.

And don't ask too many questions about where the destroyed thing went. You do not want to know[1].

Their methods are often considered unconventional, but they are effective. On the other hand, they're known Deathworlders and therefore inherently dangerous. You would have to be truly desperate or ludicrously foolish to seek their help... and Captain Hjuek was not certain which of those applied to her.

[Check the source for the rest of the story]

[internutter]

Challenge #03984-J332: Early Access

A young mage just learning her magic makes a set of lovely gifts for Wraithvine, Gikka, Lilbit, and their traveling companions. What are they? A special bracelet, or for Lilbit a collar, that scares away all biting insects, fleas, mites, and other such vermin. A great thing for traveling near waterways in warm months when the mosquitoes were getting bad. -- Anon Guest

"It's not much, but it's the best I can do in gratitude," they young mage presented a set of leather straps with brass buckles and softly glowing runes. "Thank you. Thank you for everything."

The gratitude was familiar, and the gifts Wraithvine received were generally received with grace. If ze didn't need them, ze passed them on to the next person who did. What was rare was the fact that Wraithvine had never seen the likes of these trinkets before. They were obviously handmade, and slightly rushed. Just as obviously, the young Wizard Aelinor had done her best.

Wraithvine plucked one from the handful for closer examination. It was an otherwise ordinary leather strap. Made to adjust to any size from the thickest bicep to the thinnest wrist. The runework had been imbued during the carving, and enforced with threads of silver.

[Check the source for the rest of the story]

[nanamiskentos]

The first sign that something was off was the uncharacteristic silence. No footsteps, no grumblings of a medieval sorcerer wreaking havoc in the 21st century. Not even the crash of metal and cables to signify that SUKUNA had once again lost the fight to your little apartment's toaster, and resorted to eating the wiring.

"Sukuna?"

No answer either. That alone was enough to raise some alarm bells, for he was never this quiet.

You found him in the kitchen, crowded like an overgrown wildcat beside your cheap dining table, muttering to himself while trying to balance a massive bundle of wildflowers in one hand, and what looked like. . . a scroll?

You blink rapidly, "What, are you writing me a war declaration?"

Sukuna's russet eyes flick up, caught. His gruff expressions hardens, immediately defensive as if you had already accused him of something distasteful. Like that time you had hissed and scolded him for asking your local butcher for the freshest kills in the one and only time you had taken him grocery shopping with you.

Besides, how had he been aware that the meat merchant would have called the authorities on him? Didn't that puny man know that Sukuna singlehandedly vanquished the Emperor's army in Heian-Kyo, in the great summer of 794?

But now, Sukuna looks vaguely bored, "This is not for you."

You cross your arms, "Really? You're using my pens, I didn't even know you could read, let alone write."

Sukuna snarls, fingers tight around the very strained thin blue biro that promises to snap under the weight of his grasp, "It is an inferior modern implement."

"You're holding it upside down."

Sukuna scowls harder, and if you didn't know better and if you didn't have the King of Curses wrapped around your finger, you would assume he was trying to pin with you a glare to kill, "I was trying to surprise you."

"Oh my god, are you trying to be a romantic?" You're gaping, hand slapped over your mouth.

Sukuna stands up sharply, almost taking down your new light fixture from IKEA, as he snaps, "Trying? I am not trying. This is romantic. You're just too far removed from true elegance to understand."

"You put a dead pigeon next to the flowers."

"It is a symbolic offering."

"It's a health code violation, Sukuna."

"It shows my devotion."

"It shows I need to call pest control. You know that thing is a disease-carrier, right?"

Sukuna looks genuinely offended, "I went on a quest, woman. I climbbed your building's fire escape to gather the best wild herbs and flora that this macabre city has to offer –"

"That's a bunch of dandelions and one tulip."

"And a sprig of mint, you ungrateful fiend. I charmed the wise woman downstairs for her crops."

You think of your elderly downstairs neighbour, with her crabby attitude, sharp cane and stories of how things were so much better before the Soviets. You proceed to eye Sukuna with glistening, drooling stomach mouth, his four, thick arms, and ink winding over his face, "Somehow, I doubt that. Wait, what's that smell?"

Sukuna turns slowly, curtly giving you a look over his shoulder, "Nothing. Do not concern yourself."

Ah, but lo and behold. In the middle of your expensive non-stick pan, you eye a horribly charred steak, aggressively seasoned with cinnamon, soy sauce, and absurd helpings of instant coffee grounds.

"I heard women like food offerings during a courtship." And mind you, not a hint of shame in Sukuna's proud voice.

"This is what you nearly set my apartment on fire for?"

"Out of affection!"

Sukuna crosses all four arms, swathes of sheer muscle rippling as he does so, "Modern rituals are pointless. In my time, it was proper practice to compose poetry, and bring offerings. A verse beneath a maiden's window at night was a gift of the highest value."

"Is that why you were on my balcony yesterday, and I found a haiku written on spare receipts?"

Sukuna's withering frown deepens, carving into barely flushed skin, "You were the one complaining to that irritating friend of yours last week. How no-one ever does anything nice for you, and everyone has lovers but you. And you missed feeling chosen. So I chose you."

You ignore the traitorous thump! of your heart against your ribcage.

"And your friend, irritating, honestly with a voice like that, and a face so untrustworthy, how one even puts up with that is a question that I wonder at, and –"

"Sukuna."

"Your friend said that if a man does not appear with both flowers and adequate food, he is not serious nor worthy of one's time." Sukuna gestures, as one would point out to a child, to the botanical massacre and blackened meat, "I adapted."

Now your heart is doing traitorous, little twists.

"You're serious?"

Sukuna gives you a look that someone would give to an annoying bug buzzing around a room, bored and avoidant, but the choppy spikes of his blush-pink hair do little to hide the flush darkening on the tips of his ears, "I do not do things halfway."

"So the live cricket in the bouquet. . . ?"

"Represents vitality. Even the village oaf would know that."

You suddenly wonder whether you should flip the gas off from your still searing stove, sending plumes of blackened smoke to stick to your kitchen tiles, "Oh, fuck. My landlord is gonna' kill me."

Sukuna trails after you, a bite of anger in his voice, as he continues to prattle behind you like a large shadow, "What is a landlord? Why is another man lording your land? I am perfectly capable of agricultural management, I had an estate, you know."

NOTE: for the supreme sukuna-wife of my heart @creamflix ❤️

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

the early bird special

pairing: leon x reader

cws/tags: ddlg, erectile dysfunction, somnophilia?, could be dubcon in theory but leon is actually not upset he just has attitude problems, not beta read, a little proofread

summary: leon and his soft dick

a/n: okay ik i said no more ddlg but we all know i was lying

wc: 1.2k

taglist: @poselysscripts @rigorwhoring

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Leon’s not old enough for this to be happening. Isn’t erectile dysfunction supposed to hit after 50? He’s barely 40. Or, he was barely 40 a few years back, but he’s not quite pushing 50. Point being, he does not qualify for the early bird special, but no matter how early any bird gets into bed with him, they won’t get more than a sad, flaccid worm beneath his sweatpants.

Regardless, he wakes up to the warmth of your mouth engulfing his soft cock. You’ve managed to crawl under the covers and take his dick out of his boxers without him noticing — the sleeping pills seem to be working, he notes. Another thing that’s come with age: pills. More and more of them. He’s got stuff to combat his high blood pressure, insomnia, high cholesterol, and soon he’ll probably have to start Viagra. He’ll get that in the mail, though. He doesn’t need his doctor to mess around in his pants and humiliate him more than you do. Unintentionally, of course, but why can’t you just ignore it when it’s soft? Give him a break.

“What are you doing?” he asks with a yawn that sands down the sharp edges of his tone real nicely.

You pull off with a pop and poke your head out from under the covers. “Playing,” you say.

“You should be sleeping,” he says, though the headache-inducing sun piercing through the window suggests it’s morning.

Plus, you’re an adult. The bedtime he enforces is a flimsy little rule you suggested. Leon doesn’t actually have control over your sleep-wake schedule. He doesn’t even have control over his own at this point. Not since he became your daddy. Not a father, no, but a daddy. To become a father, you have to stick your dick in a woman and blow your load inside her — and Leon clearly has issues in that area. In a way, it’s probably for the best. Leon would rather see a BOW barreling toward him at maximum velocity than two little lines on a stick. A slash or a bite is instant but a baby is 18 years of torment.

But having you as his baby isn’t so bad, even when you’re all over him, poking and prodding and playing.

You emerge from the covers suddenly, like a little whack-a-mole, and If he was hard right now, he thinks, he’d use his cock like a toy hammer and smack you on the cheek. You’d love it.

“Why?” you whine, protesting Leon’s insistence that you go back to sleep.

“Because daddy’s sleeping.” And you’re being a little pest. You’re a little bed bug and Leon hopes to god you won’t bite him. Not there.

“But daddy—”

“Shh…” Leon finds himself guiding his cock back into your mouth like a pacifier. You latch on easily, eagerly.

“Good girl,” he says. “You can play down there as long as you let daddy sleep.” He pats you on the head, praising you for giving him some peace and quiet — a rare thing for Leon.

The pills have turned his dreams from terrifying to downright bizarre. Instead of running through the halls of a zombie-infested Raccoon City, he’s walking through the DSO HQ ass-naked, flaccid dick on full-display, and he usually ends up insisting to the president that he’s a grower not a shower.

Until he wakes up. And finds out that he has zero proof to back up that assertion — not that it matters — as you’re still fixated on his limp dick.

“Sorry, baby,” he says. “It’s still sleeping. Not gonna get up for you just yet.”

“I don’t care,” you say. “He can keep sleeping. I just wanna give him kisses.”

And somehow, Leon’s jealous. He’s awake and doesn’t get any kisses. “How ‘bout you come give daddy a kiss, huh?”

You hum a happy affirmative and climb up Leon’s torso to bring your lips to his. Even with his eyes closed, he knows you’re grinning. He can feel your smile and it warms his heart. But it doesn’t stir his cock.

With your legs straddling him, he can also feel your wet pussy on his bare thigh.

“What’s gotten you all worked up this morning?” he asks, reaching down to cup your panty-clad cunt with his palm.

“Daddy,” you say, both an answer and a plea, with your hand around his dick. Again. You still haven’t given up on that, it seems.

“That’s what’s making you all wet? I’m not even hard.”

It’s not your fault, he wants to add, but you don’t seem to mind either way.

“I want him,” you insist. “I want to make him give me kisses.”

“Kisses where?” Leon’s genuinely lost at this point. You ought to give him a dictionary of all of your euphemisms. He didn’t realize he was signing up to learn a new language when he agreed to be your daddy.

“Princess parts,” you mumble. You refuse to say pussy or cunt, but you get shy around the silliest term for it — the one you requested he call it. Sorry, her. Your cunt is a girl and daddy’s cock is a boy. You get pissy if he doesn’t abide by these rules.

“I wanna make them kiss,” you clarify. Like your genitalia are barbie dolls. Whatever. No matter how weird he thinks it is, he has no right to make fun of you when he’s a willing participant in your kinky bedroom activities.

“Go ahead and do whatever you want,” he says, resigning himself to the fact that you’re not giving up on this.

The next thing he knows, your pussy is sliding along his shaft, which is, admittedly, starting to stiffen.

“This is kissing?” he asks with a hint of a smirk on his lips. Last time Leon checked, this was at least third base.

“Yeah,” you manage through shaky breaths.

Goddamn, he thinks, you’re really into this. And if he were younger, he’d be rock-hard, leaking from the tip. But he’s not. He’s barely got a semi. Can’t even fuck you the way you deserve.

He lazily grabs your hips, more of an acknowledgment, maybe encouragement, rather than actually guiding you. You’re doing it all by yourself, and Leon’s proud, honestly.

“Gonna come like this?” he asks, intrigued, excited at the prospect. A part of him is dying to tease you for getting off so easily, but you have the perfect comeback at your fingertips, or at your pussy lips if Leon’s being literal.

He’s too flattered, flustered, really, to say much at all. And yet, he’s still not hard.

“Please, daddy,” you whimper. It’s not like you have to ask, let alone beg.

“Mm-hmm,” he hums. “Go ahead, baby. Come for daddy.”

And to his fucking surprise, you do. Your body jolts, tenses up then releases. Your pussy flutters around nothing as you soak the length of him.

You collapse on his chest, finally ready to rest. There’s only one problem. Leon’s dick. It’s fucking hard. And, for the record, it is absolutely your fault. So now you get to sleep and Leon still doesn’t? God, his life is so unfair.

When you reach for his dick and guide it towards your entrance, lazily, still flat on his chest, he swears you must be able to hear his thoughts.

“Daddy,” you say quietly. “You can play with me while I’m sleeping.”

God, life is so unfair, Leon thinks, this time with a smile, because he’s no saint — he does not deserve to play with you while you’re sleeping.

But, Leon’s no saint, so, he’ll take you up on the offer.

[noorpersona]

hey i loveee your stufff . really amazing. do you think you could do a yaku x female reader NSFW? you really dont have to . all loveee ☺️

Hiiii thank you for reading hehehe

Also, I'd love to 😩

Enjoy <333

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Anon Asks: Yaku (NSFW)

You hadn’t expected Morisuke to be like this.

Not when you first started dating. Not when he’d leaned against the lockers with that sharp tongue and tight jaw, the kind of guy who made jabs at your clumsiness and then lingered a little too long when he thought you weren’t looking. He wasn’t the flirty type. He didn’t flirt—he challenged.

So you gave it right back.

At first, it was banter. Sidelong glances. Him stealing the last protein bar from your bag. You calling him a pest under your breath when he caught your stumble in practice and wouldn’t stop grinning for the rest of the week. You weren’t even sure when it started to feel like something else.

But the first time he kissed you—short, hard, like he couldn’t help himself—you felt it.

Tension. Power. A pressure right under the skin.

And what surprised you most was how fast that pressure exploded the second the door shut behind you.

You didn’t remember how you ended up against the wall, just the way his hands gripped your thighs and hauled you up like you weighed nothing. The sound of the towel hitting the floor. The warm thud of your back against tile. And the way he looked at you—really looked at you—like he was done talking. Like he was ready to prove a point.

“Morisuke—” you gasped as his mouth brushed your collarbone, teeth grazing your skin before he lined himself up and pushed in.

The stretch was instant and overwhelming. Sharp, fast, brutal in the best way. Your head tipped back, mouth falling open in a wordless cry as your legs tightened around his waist. He felt everywhere. Deep, filling, steady in a way that made your entire body light up.

He didn’t speak. Didn’t need to. His breathing was rough, his jaw clenched tight, his arms flexed as he adjusted your weight with practiced control.

You clung to him, nails dragging across his back.

He started moving, and your breath caught.

Tight, efficient thrusts, the kind that lifted you up and slammed you back down—over and over—with a rhythm so controlled it bordered on cruel. One hand held your thigh in a vice grip. The other pressed into the base of your spine, anchoring you while he drove into you with focused, brutal precision.

The slap of skin echoed sharply against the tile, water steaming around you from the still-running shower you’d forgotten to shut off. The air was wet, heavy, fogged with heat, but nothing was hotter than him—than the fire under his skin, the muscles straining against yours, the sheer force of his focus.

You buried your face in his shoulder, gasping into his skin, trying to keep the sounds in.

“Mori—fuck, I can’t—”

His grip tightened.

“You can,” he said, voice barely more than a breath. “You already are.”

You were. Falling apart in his arms. Your thighs burned. Your stomach clenched. Your mouth couldn’t form real words anymore—just moans and broken sobs of his name. You were trembling, barely hanging on.

And then he adjusted.

Just a small shift—his hips angled higher, deeper—and your gasp cracked into a cry.

“Right there?” he rasped, voice wrecked but smug. “Yeah. I know.”

You nodded—or tried to. Your head was tipped back, hair clinging to your damp forehead, and your body was too far gone to do anything but take it.

Then his thumb found your clit.

The pressure was firm, steady. Unrelenting.

You shattered.

The orgasm tore through you so hard it knocked the breath from your lungs. Your body locked up, every nerve alight, your walls clenching around him so tight he nearly buckled.

You cried out, voice cracking, thighs quaking in his arms.

He swore—sharp and raw—and shoved into you harder, hips grinding in deep as he came with a guttural sound against your neck. He spilled inside you, fingers bruising into your skin, his chest pressed flush to yours like he needed to keep you pinned there forever.

You didn’t come down—you just collapsed. All of you. Muscles limp, lungs empty, brain blank.

He held you up like it was nothing.

Didn’t let go.

Just stood there, still inside you, your legs tight around his waist, his mouth pressed against your jaw.

“Morisuke,” you whined, too soft, too shaken.

He kissed your cheek. Then your temple. Then lower.

With a voice hoarse and wrecked, he breathed against your skin, “Say that again.”

You did.

And his hands started to move again.

Because Morisuke wasn’t even close to done.

[localcelestialcreature62]

More of these mfs. More Perfect Plan/Perfect World au stuff.

Plot - So basically,Ford willingly gave out the equation to Bill by word of mouth while the triangle abided by his word regarding him promising that Stan and the twins remain unharmed if he got what he wanted. Ford then added that he agreed on joining Bill and his Henchmaniacs in wreaking havoc on the world with Global Weirdmaggedon,which overjoyed the isosceles as his genius finally agrees with him for once throughout their aggressive push and pull dynamic despite him not knowing the real reason why Ford joined him (he plans on getting closer to Bill and gaining his favor as he used the triangle's favoritism of him to be spared from the various atrocities that his former muse is going to commit while he tries to come up with a way to kill Bill with a sneak attack without him knowing). Stan and the twins got to escape the town with their lives intact while bringing everyone else with them as Dipper and Stan don't trust Ford anymore ever since he decided to choose Bill over them,not knowing the truth about his decision,they left along with the rest of the zodiac wheel members as they knew that Bill would shatter the town without a single inch of concern. Ford then spends five months as Bill's plus one in the end of the world,watching the triangle escape the town with the lack of a barrier keeping him inside as he conquered every country in the world as every world leader began to worship him and change their nations to be in his image in order to appease the isosceles.

Bill razed said nations daily while putting them back together just to rinse and repeat the next day,he also erased all consequences via his newfound time abilities after destroying Time Baby. Six months later,Bill has totally taken control of the entire world as he not only got the world's leaders to agree with his demands but he also literally has eyes everywhere while having clones of himself manage every corner of the world so that he knows EXACTLY what's going on. The triangle has started a worldwide tyranny and Ford just has to sit back and watch lest his plan of destroying Bill in secret gets ruined.

Bill and the Henchmaniacs enjoy their newfound iron grip on Dimension 46'/ as they finally get to have a home that isn't actively rotting or empty meanwhile Bill is just glad to have a giant human playground all to himself. Although being on top and having everything you want can get a bit boring,so Bill decides to "liberate" Dimension 46'/ like he planned as he burnt it to the ground similarly to what he did with Euclydia. Ford didn't like that. He was fucking traumatized as he watched the isosceles destroy his entire dimension,thus making him lose his family his friends and his home,he watched from the Nightmare Realm using a crystal ball that Bill gave him so he could see the whole thing. Ford basically had a mental breakdown as he attempted to kill Bill for causing him such a devastating loss,fruitlessly blasting his laser gun at the near godly triangle whom he knew could destroy him in an instant with his ability to control space matter and time itself but he didn't care as he needed to get rid of the pest that ruined his life.

Bill instantly regretted his decision to raze the man's dimension,as he thought that Ford would be fine with it since he went along with everything else and this made him realize that his genius won't join him in ruling the universe anymore after he destroyed the guy's dimension (plus he doesn't want Ford to be unhappy) like he planned (as his plan was basically "Conquer the world,destroy the world,and then rule the multiverse with Fordsy by my side"). So Bill stopped time before Ford could kill him and then he ended up fixing his horrible mistake by creating a whole dream world for his genius with Fidds Stan the twins and everyone still alive but as non sentient copies that agree with the researcher's every word.

"You fucking MONSTER. HOW DARE YOU DESTROY EVERYTHING I EVER HAD?!. WHEN I STAYED BY YOUR SIDE AND AGREED TO ALL OF YOUR DEMANDS THROUGHOUT THESE FEW MONTHS?!. I WILL DESTROY YOU UNTIL THERE'S NOTHING LEFT OF YOUR DAMNED GEOMETRIC BODY!." Ford exclaims as he then tries to lunge at the triangle,with sheer anger and hatred in his eyes as Bill then telekinetically stops him from tackling him. "I thought that you chose me over your dumb family,Fordsy. Turns out i was wrong. I kept them alive for as long as i could,but they had to go along with EVERYTHING ELSE." Bill remarks as he laughs maniacally,appearing to not regret his horrible mistake as he watched the man growl at him with pure rage in his expression.

"Once you release me,i will tear you limb from limb. Molecule from molecule. I will build a machine that'll give you the most EXCRUCIATING PAIN POSSIBLE. And i will NEVER choose you,i never did. I only did because i was planning on destroying you from the start,i should've killed you earlier before playing along with your game though before you could do THIS to me." Ford replied as he glared at the triangle while explaining the truth about his plan regarding why he joined his so called muse despite being hesitant at first. Bill then realizes that Ford will never consciously choose him,unless he did something about that. He then came up with an idea,to fix everything both for him and his genius.

"*sigh*. No one will ever choose me. Unless i make them." Bill says as he then telekinetically pulls Ford closer to him and then he touches the man's forehead,making the man flinch and squirm but he then stops struggling once Bill gets ahold of his memories which he starts to nitpick until he replaced all of them with more positive less traumatizing ones while erasing his memory of their prior argument a few seconds ago. Ford becomes more peaceful and less pissy as he then asks his husband about what they're doing in an empty void (what Dimension 46'/ became after Bill destroyed everything),becoming a bit disoriented from the mind fuckery. Bill then tells him to wait in the Nightmare Realm as he nudges him toward a portal that leads to the decaying dimension while he creates a surprise for his genius.

This is the beginning of Bill's Perfect World for Ford. Then a week later,Bill and Ford enjoy their new lives in Ford's new condo/company building that consists of his new anomaly research facility called the Oregon Institute of Oddology as Bill continues on destroying and conquering worlds while he enjoys his spot as the multiverse's eternal ruler which he acquired in only a short time due to his current power level with him being able to control space matter and time. This brings us to now,to Ford's perfect life with his isosceles partner.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Spring gardening w/ various crps

may do a similar prompt with some other fandoms i write for. i love spring because my tree sprouts a bunch of new leaves n stuff. but i also hate spring because, at least where i am, the weather seems to be at its worst. idk when this will post but we got hail last night and we might get hail tonight and tomorrow. i fucking hate it here characters: splendorman, laughing jack, ticci toby, jeff the killer notes: reader is gn, slender mansion au for fun, short and sweet, jeff does not fuck with gardening, the others kind of do to different degrees, written on cws: none

SPLENDORMAN

I like to think he has a flower garden somewhere- and even if hes not the best at gardening or plant care he wants to give you a hand! be it in your own backyard or somewhere only you know!

matching gardening wear- hats, gloves, apron... though his apron is.... too short for him... its hard to find one in his size!

on days where youre not feeling well enough to care for them he steps right up to make sure everything is taken care of- feeding, watering, general pest maintenance and pruning, stuff like that! growth takes time and hes always going to be there as backup when you need to maintain yourself first!

flowers are a must, always brightens some place up!

LAUGHING JACK

he doesnt get it... it takes soooooo long- and sure hes not the most impatient, but he much rather prefers something with faster- or preferably, instant- gratification... but that doesnt mean hes going to blow off your interest

that being said... in regards to actual plant care you might not want jack to be the one to help... he has a mindset of "more means better" so the risks of putting too much fertilizer or water is very much present- not good for the plants!

sometimes forgets you have a garden too, hes mentally all over the place- theres so much going on that sometimes the garden fades into the background...

he does help repot if needed, and dig holes up for the plants, saves you a lot of work and his claws make quick work

JEFF THE KILLER

he also goesnt much care for gardening... too much physical work, it takes forever to get a reward for it, and he generally doesnt get any fulfillment from it... he might not really help you with it

at most he might drag your potted plants under the porch or inside if they cant handle the weather outside, but even thats pushing it. theyre YOUR plants, so its YOUR responsibility

do not ask him to prune your plants, intentionally or not hes going to cut off way too much and stress out the plant. AND he uses his dirty ass knife to do it instead of the clean pruners youve prepared for him. "blade is blade" mentality.

if its a plant that gives in return (ex. food) and hes helped in some way- watering, pruning, moving ect hes going to take some credit for the product

TICCI TOBY

he actually does have some level of interest in plant stuff- not enough to turn it into a proper gardening hobby but he knows a thing or two about it! and hes soooo eager to impress you so obviously when you show interest hes going to get back into trying to learn more about it... even if he learns through observation and experimenting... that takes time...

i like to think he forages when he can, if he finds something cool you might want to integrate into your yard hes going to pass it off to you! sometimes brings you beneficial critters (spiders, mostly, can be great for pest control)... if he can get his hands on other beneficials he'll bring them- so long as it doesnt disturb the bug too much

will put in the work to help you tend to the plants- digging, carrying heavy stuff, repotting, pruning, so on- it gives him something to do, too... he... might actually need this more than you do

he likes sitting outside with the garden for a little bit when hes got the time to sit down and do nothing

[lilacliquors]

kinktober day two: edging

pairing: soldier boy x reader

word count: 425

notes: im so tired from work but here's day two! plus i'm on my period early so that knocked me on my ass today but the show must go on, even thought it's shorter —

he’d never felt so helpless before, and he wasn’t sure how to handle it. he was at your mercy, and it took every bit of restraint he had not to pounce on you, pinning you beneath him before pounding into you mercilessly. but he had made a bet with you, and he wasn’t going to give in. 

you’d been edging him for hours now, seeing just how long he could last, and to his credit, he was doing a lot better than you had expected. because you knew who and what he was.

everyone knew soldier boy was a sex fiend, a sex pest, a pervert, you name it. but he didn’t care, he never gave a single fuck. but he was used to the instant gratification, knowing that he was going to get off when he wanted to, not when someone else made the decision for him. so when you made the challenge, betting him a free fuck in whatever position the winner wanted, that he couldn’t handle the lack of control. and now he wasn’t sure if he regretted this decision. but he was never one to back down from a challenge.

“how — oh, shit — how much longer?” he growled.

“mm, not sure. however long i feel like,” you replied, your voice laced with mock uncertainty. you had him right where you wanted him, and you knew he was getting frustrated. you could see the fire in his eyes, and you swore you saw him twitch, just eager to pounce on you. but he was determined now, he was going to see this through. he was lucky that the v gave him enhanced stamina, but he was getting antsy, and he was about to tear a hole in the sheets.

“you’ve had your fun, now fucking —” he arched slightly as you squeezed his aching cock, his breath catching in his throat. all you did was smirk and squeeze again, and he groaned quietly.

“the more you keep begging, the longer this’ll take. and if it goes on just a little bit longer, this bet is mine for the taking,” you said, and he threw his head back.

“you’re gonna regret this … when we’re done here, and i get my hands on you …”

“ah, ah, ah, be a good boy for me and take it, like a real man,” you purred, then laughed as he grabbed the nearest pillow and pressed it over his face, huffing and groaning into it as he bucked his hips.

he was in for a long night.

[fangirlingpuggle]

XS AU/fic prompt where Omi going back in time to stop Chase from turning evil goes completely wrong as Hannibal notices Omi.

What if Hannibal was watching Chase before so he'd definitely have watched him Guan and Dashi fight Wuya. So he'd have noticed the small new warrior who mysteriously appeared and that he and Chase were instantly close.

And then when he's making Chase his offer and as he's leaving sees the little warrior listening in and watches him as he steals and seals away the Lao Mang Lone hearing about preventing Chase from turning to the Heylin side.

Instead of getting rid of the pest and getting the Lao Mang Lone back Hannibal decides to make the best of this situation.

He has access to more Lao Mang Lone and perhaps he can get 2 dragons with one scheme, after all they're both clearly emotionally compromised.

It's easy enough to switch more Lao Mang Lone and when Chase drinks the soup and transforms Omi sees and is horrified and scared and 'he thought he fixed this he saved Chase, he saved him how?' Dragon Chase goes into a rampage but when he sees Omi doesn't attack him, he's the only one he doesn't.

Omi can't fight against him Chase is completely feral and in a state Omi has never seen before and he is scared and sad and so confused. He can't fail he can't leave Chase like this.

Hannibal then takes advantage after all Omi wants to help Chase right? How else will he be able to stand up to him? How else will Omi be able to protect him or have the power to save anyone else? I f he believes there's still in good chase surely there still be good in him and he can save Chase and himself right? and all Hannibal has to do is point out Omi knows where another Lao Mang Lone is.

In the state he's in Omi only thinks about saving Chase, stopping all of this. He doesn't fully understand what it will do to him and in all the chaos Dojo can't reach him in time.

After when he gets his senses back Chase is horrified to see what happened to Omi, and in that instant is planning Hannibal death, he will do everything to protect Omi.

Omi doesn't remember much of the next hundred or so years only flashes he's still a child and the effect the Lao Mang Lone has on him is far harder to control so it takes him far longer to fully gain control and think for himself. By the time he does Chase has already sealed Hannibal away (In this AU he may have even killed him or put him some where far worse than the yin-yang world after what he did to Omi).

[just-a-sleepy-idiot]

Hmm... Death comforting a gender neutral Reader who is one of his brothers' child (though brain keeps imagining the child of Pest, you can do whichever feels best. Also doesn't need to be a child reader, them being an adult works)? Perhaps during the apocalypse/nearing its end and Reader is worried about their family's safety should the Winchesters not succeed? Perhaps their worry causes problems with power control?

I finally finally completed this request! I hope you like it my dude <3 I appreciate you and your support a lot

SPN Death Drabble: Comforting the child of Pest because they’re worried for their family

The Horsemen of the Apocalypse were upon the world, and with them so did you rise up to wander the earth once again with them. You weren’t known to the Bible or other writings of the church, you were the only mortal connection that existed to them because you were the child to one of them. 

Your father was none other than Pest, the Horseman who kept on appearing on earth in a steady rhythm. But he would always bear the name of the disease he first created, the one that nearly wiped out the European population in Medieval times. 

The Winchesters slowly came to understand than everything in the Bible might as well be true and exist as Angels and Demons kept on interviewing in their lives. But the Horsemen.. they were something so foreign, something so hard to grasp that they wouldn’t have believed them to be true. And yet.. Lucifer started to summon them one by one. 

Your father was among them, and you were finally reunited with him after the long slumber all of them have been put in. 

And with them appearing again so did your powers. The power than you had inhibited from your father when you were born to a normal woman. That way you both held the power within you that had the world succumb to illness as well as the ability for immunity to said diseases. 

Lucifer had the Horsemen emerge again, but they were not free. The Devil expected them to follow suit with his hatred of Humanity, but with that he gravely misunderstood their nature. They all contributed to the Apocalypse, to Humanities demise, but they were just as natural and inherent to the world as any other Entity. Just because something caused grief didn’t mean it was bad by nature. But your powers scared you nonetheless, the thought that your family would be endangered in this unnaturally triggered process of destruction, puppeteered by Lucifer, made you feel overwhelmed with yourself and your powers.

You had never actually met your him until then, the oldest of them all. Older than god himself and all that came after. Yet the moment he came into the nearly empty Cafe you were sat in as the Storm outside swelled dangerously, sweeping across the streets and knocking over people, cars and streetsigns- the moment you saw him you felt a familiarity in your soul. A blossoming, instant trust.

The Barista dropped to the floor, glass shattered. He picked up a Cup of Coffee from the table of a Customer that was now dead as well, walking around to take a seat across from you. „Y/n.“ You weren’t sure if it was a greeting or a statement. „We didn’t have an addition to the family since World war one. You may be able to guess which one of my brothers fathered a child during that time.“ He leaned his cane against the table, his movements fluent and composed as he took a sip of the coffee.

„Uncle..“ you breathed. A part of you was nervous, the human part most likely, and yet- „I don’t know why, but I‘m very glad you are here.“ Death looked on calm as he always did, but his eyes softened at your words. It was rare, only creatures in agony welcomed his presence and service to the world. But you genuinely meant what you were saying.

„I felt that your energy is disrupted.“ He said. You lowered your head, it was true. „I‘m scared about my family, I don’t know what will happen. My powers seem to malfunction too now, when I‘m anxious I keep casting out disease! I try to keep it down, I tried in so many ways but once I slip for just a moment it gets worse and worse. It feels like I‘m playing into what Lucifer wants, and not who we are. What if my father, what if all of you…“ you felt a knot in your throat and blinked at the tears that welled up inside of you. „What if there is nothing I can do and.. in the end I‘m all left alone?“ You admitted to him, to which he responded with a knowing nod. „I see.“ You both looked out into the storm for a moment, rain started drumming against the window.

„We are forces of nature, and nature isn‘t only nurture towards this world but also destruction. You don‘t need to expect yourself to be fully in control at all times, because look at us all now. Imbalance is part of existence at times, but we will eventually claim our autonomy back. Neither humanity nor yourself can deny any part of who you are, and if you don’t trust yourself to let yourself be whatever you naturally occur to be.. it only causes more loss of control.„ You looked up at him, his dark eyes had authority yet they also offered clarity and the kind of calm that only the finality and eventuality of life could offer. „Nothing is inherently good or bad, those are simply judgements, but not a reflection of who you really are.“ Tears rolled down your cheeks, you nodded and sniffed. He was right.. „And.. what if the Winchesters fail?“

Death reached out to you and closed his slender hands over yours, „None of us are are truly a puppet of Lucifer, and as long as there is life there is us. He may have us spellbound right now, but he is just an angel. He has limits, and none can control nature forever.“ You squeezed his hands, you couldn‘t help yourself from the tears anymore. You were shaking quietly, and lowered your head to the table. It was so overwhelming, and until now you had no one to talk to about this because your father was out of reach. Lucifer send him someplace you didn‘t know, famine and war as well.

Everyone was gone but.. Death had found you. Not only did he know where you were, he approached you too to.. help. He was looking out for you. One of his hands came up to put the hair that was veiling your face behind your ears. „I promise it will eventually come together again. We are scattered now, but it is only a matter of time until we are fully restored and free again. Until then.. you can come with me. And I will find your father.“ You looked up again, gasping quietly as your tears subsided. „You.. thank you, Uncle.“ A slight notion of a smile settled on his face at the name, Death huffed quietly and nodded. „Let us go now.“

[cmweller]

Challenge #04207-K189: Little Discoveries, Large Impact

The apprentice mage welcomed only enough gold, and the charm, to allow them to travel to where Wraithvine asked them to come to set up their little shop. They only accepted enough coin to survive on, wanting little else. After all, this was meant to help others, not to be rich. Helping others made them happy.

https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-04112-k094-data-for-the-experiments -- Anon Guest

Wraithvine was right. Aelinor would definitely have enough data for their experiments. The time it took for the charms to wear out with heavy use. The materials that worked the best. The tools that worked the best.

...and why Artificers always kept either an Elf or a Hellkin in their workshops. And the kinds of people who could be just as useful.

Those with magic in their blood and bones could push their innate magic into solid things. And in the swamp's workshop, in the stilt houses of Muddihollo, there were more than a few Wudzgaad and Trolls wandering about. Neither of whom were terribly keen on what Humans called 'civilisation'.

[Check the source for the rest of the story]

[nevaehguerrero93]

If @ayyy-imma-ninja can make her own Astral OC, then I want to do the same thing: but a Dark star OC. And here he is!

Meet my Dark star OC, his name is Bean Hex:

* Got his name from a human girl Rez back then

* Very fast and quick on his Speed and agility

* Use his sharp claws for a shield to block attacks

* Is a spy for Rez and Cetus

* Can shape shift to anyone or any creature, just to trick people, or get information out of them

* The astral don’t really see him as a huge threat like Rez, but more of an annoying little pest

* Best friends with Rez, due to Rez’s annoyance

* He is mostly the weakest out of, the dark star Astral

* He does try to fight back and attack the astral, but he automatically fails in an instant

* He’s kinda naïve and a bit dumb at times, but he’s a lovable, friendly goofball that just wants to make friends and have a good time.

* He likes fruit. But as he drink a smoothie, he instantly loves it

* Can breathe fire out of his mouth. And controls and makes fire out of his hands.

* Has toe beans on his feet and hands, but covers them up with his shoes and gloves

* He hates when people see him or calling him a monster (you will hurt his feelings🥺)

[vacancy-virtues]

Please write about vampire Villian and a hero with a neck biting kink

Greetings Anon!

'Tis the season for some neck biting

I hope you enjoy and Happy Halloween!

XXX

#4- "Killing Without Consequence"

Hovels of houses, now barren of any life, stood as more of a headstone for the families who once resided there. They were almost tombs, except in a tomb, one would expect to find a body. Once inhabited and now desolate, Hero could only see a few homes with a fire in the hearth through slotted blinds of the windows.

Hero was told not of an illness wreaking havoc in the Southern town, but rather something more devastating. People were taken in their sleep and not by the merciful hands of death- never to be seen or heard from again. It was an all too familiar plight Hero heard from a handful of groveling townsfolk. While many would see the matter as the end of days, Hero saw it more of a matter of pest control.

There was a vampire nearby.

It only took a visit to the local bar and a skeptical look from the bartender before Hero was able to get the general area of the creatures residence. Miles out on the outskirts of end of town was a dilapidated shed nestled within the tree line. Despite the surrounding greenery, it seemed as though the very life was siphoned out of the foliage in the yard, leaving an abundance of deadened, dry grass and sickly trees within the fence line. The rotted door barely hung on its hinges as Hero slowly walked through the doorway, and was greeted with an affront to the nose of an overwhelming stench of bitter almonds and iron.

"My, not even a knock, or a nervous 'Hello?'" A voice casually cooed from in silence.

"I don't think I would have been invited in." Hero said cautiously, whipping around to find the source of what they heard.

The windows were boarded up, and various bits of cloth hung from the jagged boards. In the dark of the house, it was hard to make out any of the surroundings with the dim light from the doorway. Heros stomach turned as their eyes adjusted- they realized why the fabric looked so odd to them and why it stunk so badly.

"You're... using their clothes as curtains?" Hero hissed in clear disgust, a hand finding a way to their hip to take hold of their knife.

"Well, it's important to use everything from your kills, isn't that what you hunters say?"

The door behind them slammed, and Hero found themselves plunged in darkness. All they had to go off of was the cool and collected voice of the true hunter in the room with them. Their eyes strained in the dark, holding onto the faintest movement in the shadows when they could. Despite having done this so long, Hero still found the chase itself both utterly thrilling and utterly terrifying.

"But... you're not quite like other hunters, are you?" A floorboard creaked behind Hero, causing them to back up considerably in the other direction.

"No, because I fully intend on succeeding in killing you."

Everything happened in an instant. Hero swung immediately behind them. However, their momentum was halted upon the feel of an icy hand gripping their wrist. After years of experience with this sort, it was surprising the Vampire didn't shatter their wrist right then and there. Instead, they wrenched Heros wrist behind them, twisting their body so they were facing away from their captor, their other arm held tight at their side. The feel of their hands ran a chill so deep, Heros veins felt like they were being frosted from the inside out. Nails dug into the skin, puncturing the flesh like a ripened summer peach to let sweet juices flow.

"Mmm... so did the others, but that isn't what sets you apart, dear Hero."

"You-" The grip tightened, causing Heros jaw to set tightly. Their struggle persisted, much to the Vampires amusement. "Get on with your little speech so I can kill you."

The sudden closeness of the Vampire sent a chill down Heros spine as their breath snaked its way under their collar. No vampire before had ever gotten this close to them, and Hero wasn't about to let that change tonight. With a hammering heart in their chest, Hero shot their head back in a poor attempt of a headbutt. The footing was all wrong, and the grip on them didn't help with moment. The Vampire moved a hand to Heros shoulder, and guided their backwards momentum passed them and into one of the boarded up windows with a loud crash.

"I've lived many, many years... and I know what killing out of fear smells like. The many 'brave and fearless' hunters who come confidently clambering into my wake all absolutely wreak of it. Frankly, I think it even taints the blood. Makes it pungent and sour." The broken window permitted a bit of moonlight to stream in and illuminate the incoming figure.

Hero quickly got to their feet, using a nearby table as leverage off the floor. Before they could ready their knife properly, the Vampire had them pinned again in a instant. The Vampires nails threatened to dig into the established wounds. In the dim light, the well-defined features of their face seemed more belonging to that of a marble statue, and the texture of their skin was more akin to a porcelain doll.

"And I don't smell a drop of it on you." The Vampire raised Heros arm, and a long, forked tongue lapped over a stream of blood. "Or taste it."

"I am not some piece of food for you to play with." Hero snapped which only prompted the Vampire to yank their arm harshly.

There was a low chuckle as he proximity between them closed. With one arm holding Heros steadily, keeping the stake in a constant push back strain and the other bracing their wrist against the tables edge, it was almost too easy for the Vampire to find themselves back in that forbidden territory of Heros by their neck.

"Not that you would mind it if you had the choice, no?" They questioned, a slight purr in their voice as they lingered by their ear.

All Hero knew was this trade. Killing vampires in this day and age had become apart of the daily struggles in the world they lived in. No one had a choice in either killing, or getting killed. They could only survive. It was almost as if the Vampire could hear the Heros perplexity at the statement when Hero could feel a cold hand trailing up their arm, a smooth hum resonating through chest.

"What.. what do you mean.." Hero unsteadily said.

"You kill because you enjoy it... You enjoy the thrill of a good hunt, and the possibility of dying is what fuels it more so..." As they spoke, they made sure to sustain every pause, and draw out their words to keep Hero hooked. "Tell me I'm wrong, Hero."

This time, Heros words failed them, only giving them a shake of their head. They lodged in their throat, and they were sure the Vampire could hear the quickening beat of their heart against their rib cage. A sound, which Hero would assume, would be a delicious sound to the Vampires elegantly pointed ears. Hero didn't deny the claims, and merely held their breath as they felt their head lower closer to their neck.

"And you enjoy this..." Despite not really needing to breath, the Vampire sighed against Heros neck, causing their eyes to flutter in time with the familiar shiver for a second. "Do you not, Hero?"

Sharp fangs only barely hooked the skin. It was tender enough to make Hero writhe beneath the Vampires touch, yet not enough to draw blood. Every word, Hero could feel on their skin. There was no heartbeat to be felt under their palms, and no way to tell if they were as flushed as Hero was.

Hero was pissed off. Not for the fact they'd been captured and humiliated so easily for the first time in years, but for the fact the Vampire was right. Many vampires before were either too cocky and got themselves killed, others too far gone it would have been more similar to hunting a wild animal. Because of this grueling and gory life, it wasn't wise to make connections with people. Death was often a kinder mercy than living through the grief of losing someone, and Hero didn't want to pursue that kind of life.

"I saw how you looked at me," The vampire said, cold lips cooling the heated skin below them. "Why not lean into the thrill of it all? Have no fear of dying, and all the adrenaline of truly being alive. To give into the satisfaction of killing without consequence."

There was a haze coming over Hero with the words and sensations, and despite it, it almost sounded like the Vampires suggestion was more similar to a plea. From what they could tell about the norms most vampires held, they were leaders of minions, or near hermits who only come out to feed when they need to. It seemed odd to Hero for a vampire to want to turn someone else... just for the sake of it.

"Many say its a lonely life..." The Vampire placed a soft, lingering kiss on their jugular, before moving back up to their ear. "But it doesn't have to be."

"I ought to kill you for this..."

"You still can, but for what? Giving you an option? Or pointing out what you really enjoy?"

It wasn't until Hero felt two hands about their body, one resting on their arm and the other no longer pushing the knife in defense. The point sat just on the Vampires chest and the other hand rested just on their bicep. They didn't recall when they stopped pushing the knife towards the other, and they didn't find themselves driving it in now.

"I.."

With another, cursed chuckle, the Vampire let go, leaving Hero to stagger against the table. They took a step back, and wore a satisfied grin at the state they left the other in, gasping, fevered and flustered. They smoothed out their shirt before gesturing to the door. It took Hero a moment to catch up and process what all just happened, before the Vampires voice pierced the silence again.

"You have a day to think about it: a choice in the matter. Visit me sooner if you decide, otherwise I will kill you just like the any other human if we cross paths again. Though, I hope it not be the case."

Before Hero could question any further, they staggered out the door, patting their neck for holes or puncture wounds. Their arm hurt, sure, but they weren't drained. As they left, the Vampire watched. With a soft chuckle, he pulled a folded up piece of paper from the pocket of a sweater hanging by the window, and unfolded it to read a news article of a notable vampire hunter on the rise.

"Funny, the picture really didn't do them justice."

[trinitybloodbr]

Trinity Blood - Reborn on the Mars Volume I - A Estrela do Lamento ----------------- ⚠️ ESSA OBRA EM HIPÓTESE ALGUMA É DE MINHA AUTORIA. TRADUÇÃO REALIZADA DE FÃ PARA FÃS. NÃO REPUBLIQUE OU POSTE EM OUTRAS PLATAFORMAS SEM AUTORIZAÇÃO. SE CASO POSSÍVEL, DÊ SUPORTE AOS AUTORES E ARTISTAS COMPRANDO AS OBRAS ORIGINAIS. ⚠️ -----------------

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Capítulo 4: A Estrela do Lamento

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Junto com um clarão ofuscante, uma explosão estrondosa ocorreu. Os estilhaços do vidro anti-UV que se quebrou, se espalharam por todo o salão.

— O-o que aconteceu!?

O vento era tão forte que parecia que seu corpo ia ser levantado do chão. Derrubando os cacos de vidro que zuniam pelo ar, Gyula gritou com a voz trêmula. Sua visão foi completamente tomada pelo branco (whiteout), impossibilitando-o de enxergar qualquer coisa. Seus tímpanos, esmagados pela súbita mudança de pressão, se recusavam a transmitir as vibrações do ar.

Mesmo com a visão de um Methuselah, sua retina levou alguns segundos para se recuperar da imagem residual do clarão. Quando, enfim, o nervo óptico conseguiu captar uma imagem com significado, a respiração de Gyula travou.

— Pe... o Distrito Leste Peste foi...!

Do outro lado do rio, uma parte da cidade havia desaparecido. No centro, onde antes ficava a sede da Guarda Militar, agora havia uma cratera perfeitamente formada. A água do Danúbio girava em redemoinhos enquanto se derramava no buraco escavado com a forma de um almofariz.

— A... a ‘Estrela do Lamento’!

Para Gyula, não havia dúvidas sobre o que aquela explosão significava. A única arma com um poder destrutivo tão colossal, pelo que sabia, era a ‘Estrela do Lamento’. Mas... ela deveria estar apontada para Roma! Por que aqui!?

— Não é possível... sua mira está desregulada!

Olhando para os números registrados no painel de controle, Gyula gemeu. No painel da inteligência elétrica restaurada por Gyula, sua esposa e a "Ordem dos Cavaleiros", estavam gravados vários números. Eram valores que indicavam que a "Estrela do Lamento" ainda estava operacional. No entanto, as coordenadas do alvo de disparo estavam completamente diferentes dos valores especificados por Gyula. Além disso, a "Estrela" já estava se preparando para o terceiro disparo!

— Isso é um absurdo! Algo assim não pode estar acontecendo... Dietrich! Alguém, chame o Dietrich!

〈Chamou por mim, Marquês da Hungria?〉

Foi como se tivesse ouvido a voz de Gyula. A imagem holográfica sobre a mesa tremeu por um instante, e então o rosto de um belo jovem surgiu ali.

— Dietrich, seu idiota, onde você está?! Volte imediatamente, os valores de entrada estão errados! Se continuar assim, István vai...

〈Valores errados? Não, Excelência. Esses números estão extremamente corretos.〉

O jovem, sorrindo gentilmente, informou ao Marquês da Hungria em um tom que parecia querer acalmá-lo.

〈O segundo disparo era na sede da Guarda Militar. O terceiro atingiu a região central de Peste, o distrito leste. E o quarto... atingirá 'Vérhegyen’ e o seu palácio. Meu programa está perfeito.〉

— Que tipo de brincadeira é essa...? Ma-maldito, não me diga!?

Gyula ficou ali parado, atônito, como se até mesmo a dor do braço arrancado tivesse sido esquecida. Mas, pouco a pouco, sua face foi sendo tomada por uma fúria avassaladora.

— Dietrich! Maldito, você me traiu! V-Você me usou...

〈Eu não usei você. O que eu usei foi a ‘Estrela do Lamento’. Que valor poderia ter um monstro tolo como você? Por favor, pare de ser tão arrogante.〉

— M-maldito, qual é o seu objetivo!?

Gyula rugiu para o demônio, que inclinava a cabeça com um sorriso angelical.

— Você mentiu quando disse que ajudaria na minha vingança —quando disse que daria suporte na luta contra o Vaticano!?

〈Não é mentira. A luta contra o Vaticano é um dos nossos objetivos... No entanto, é um pouco diferente dessa ideia grosseira de Vossa Excelência em bombardear um local como vingança pela morte da sua esposa. O nosso trabalho é algo muito mais grandioso e refinado. Seria um problema se você continuasse tentando medir tudo pelos seus próprios padrões. 〉

Diante do veneno destilado com tamanha leveza, Gyula assumiu uma expressão pensativa. Porém, de repente, como se tivesse chegado a uma conclusão, ergueu as sobrancelhas.

— Entendi! Maldito, você nunca teve a intenção de destruir Roma desde o início, não é!? Está planejando usar a 'Estrela do Lamento' para atiçar o conflito entre o Vaticano e o Império!?

〈Oh! Maravilhoso ── Resposta correta.〉

O tom de voz soou como o de um professor elogiando um aluno medíocre que finalmente encontrou a resposta.

〈Exatamente como você disse, o Vaticano e o Império irão entrar em guerra. Isso é o que nós, a Ordem, desejamos.〉

O Vaticano e o 'Império' — Para aqueles pouco familiarizados com a situação, pode parecer surpreendente, mas entre essas duas maiores potências da humanidade e dos vampiros, não houve nenhum grande conflito nos últimos séculos. Naturalmente, pequenos confrontos ocorriam frequentemente, mas um choque direto entre as duas forças não era registrado desde duzentos e setenta anos atrás, quando a Décima Primeira Cruzada, promovida pelo Papa Silvestre XIX, sofreu uma derrota devastadora e foi aniquilada na região de Debrecen, duzentos quilômetros a leste de István.

Havia várias possíveis razões para isso, mas a maior delas era a existência de István entre as duas potências — uma terra complexa que, para a humanidade, era nominalmente uma cidade livre, enquanto para os Methuselahs, era de fato um território sob o domínio do Marquês da Hungria. Esse local atuava como uma zona-tampão de fato. Se, por acaso, uma das forças a absorvesse unilateralmente...

〈As duas potências provavelmente iniciarão uma guerra... E, apesar disso, não podemos permitir que Roma seja destruída agora. Precisamos que eles lutem com todas as forças e se aniquilem juntamente com o 'Império'.〉

— Maldito... o que é a 'Ordem'!?

Gyula rugiu, quase batendo os pés no chão em frustração.

— Responda! O que a 'Ordem' está planejando!? O que vocês querem ao colocar nós, os Methuselahs, contra os Terrans!? Não... antes de mais nada, de que lado...!?

〈Não estamos do lado de ninguém — Nós somos os 'Inimigos do Mundo' — Contra Mundi. 〉

— 'Inimigos do Mundo' — Contra Mundi?

Diante das palavras desconhecidas, Esther, que ouvia a conversa dos dois, franziu as sobrancelhas. Ela não compreendia nem metade do que Dietrich havia dito, mas, mesmo assim, teve uma impressão estranhamente sinistra e perturbadora.

‘Inimigo do Mundo’ — Contra Mundi — para este demônio de beleza angelical, não poderia haver nome mais adequado.

Enquanto observava Gyula rangendo os dentes com diversão, Dietrich de repente inclinou a cabeça levemente na direção da parede. Seu olhar encontrou o de Esther, que ainda segurava Abel caído no chão.

〈Ei, Esther... Que pena que as coisas chegaram a esse ponto. Eu realmente gostava bastante de você, sabia?〉

— ... Como ousa, seu descarado!

Esther lançou um olhar cortante para o belo rosto no holograma, como se estivesse prestes a cuspir nele.

— Você é realmente o pior! Quantas pessoas mais você precisa trair para se dar por satisfeito?

〈Não é como se eu traísse porque quero... Mas, pelo visto, acabei te deixando realmente irritada.〉

Com um profundo suspiro, Dietrich passou os dedos pelos cabelos da testa, como se refletisse até onde falava sério. A melancolia que pairava sobre sua beleza deslumbrante parecia completamente autêntica. Ele fitou o rosto de Esther com seus profundos olhos cor de cobre, castanhos escuros que puxavam para o avermelhado...

〈Então, pelo menos como um pedido de desculpas, vou te ensinar algo bom. Escute bem. É um encantamento mágico... ‘Nós renovaremos o mundo através do fogo — Igne Natura Renovatur Integra.’〉

As palavras de Dietrich fizeram Abel, nos braços de Esther, reagir com um leve estremecimento. No entanto, sem perceber isso, Esther cuspiu suas palavras em direção ao holograma.

— Hã? O que é isso?

〈É o código de autodestruição da 'Estrela do Lamento'. Eu o implementei em segredo, sem que o Marquês da Hungria soubesse. Se digitá-lo nesse teclado, a 'Estrela' irá se autodestruir.〉

— ........!?

No instante em que ouviu aquelas palavras, Esther percebeu que seu próprio corpo ficou rígido. E, sem precisar vê-lo, sentiu que Gyula, ao seu lado, também arregalava os olhos em choque.

— Me-mentira! Eu não sou idiota a ponto de ser enganada por uma coisa dessas!

〈Que decepcionante... Eu só queria, pelo menos, tentar me redimir ao te contar isso.〉

Dietrich fez uma expressão de profunda tristeza e suspirou.

〈De qualquer forma, tente digitar, mesmo pensando que esteja sendo enganado. Você verá minha sinceridade... Embora...〉

Os olhos marrom avermelhados do jovem, que ofegava de maneira teatral, desviaram-se de propósito, carregando um significado oculto.

〈Isso, é claro, se você conseguir inserir sem que ninguém atrapalhe.〉

No caminho do olhar do jovem — os olhares cheios de sangue de Gyula e Esther se cruzaram no ar, faiscando. Em seguida, ambos desviaram os olhos ao mesmo tempo para o teclado, que ainda estava projetado sobre a mesa.

Diante daquela luta silenciosa,

〈Tchau, Esther. Eu te amo... Faça o seu melhor.〉

Deixando para trás um riso contido e zombeteiro, a figura do demônio desapareceu do holograma num instante,

— Tenho que detê-la!

— Pare!

Como se aquilo fosse um sinal, a jovem Terran e o nobre Methuselah correram rapidamente até o teclado. Esther era a que estava mais próximo.

— Não permitirei!

No entanto, era impossível para a velocidade de um humano rivalizar com a agilidade de um vampiro. No momento em que a garota tentou se lançar sobre o teclado, uma força violenta a atingiu de lado, arremessando-a. Quem se interpôs diante da mesa, como se a protegesse, foi Gyula.

— A 'Estrela do Lamento' é minha... minha última esperança! Não permitirei que ninguém a destrua!

Enquanto rolava, sentiu a fria sensação de um objeto de metal na ponta dos dedos. Esther, desesperada, ergueu metade do corpo.

— Não diga bobagens, Marquês da Hungria!

Ela tentou convencer, em um tom de voz urgente, o nobre, que não conseguia esconder sua ansiedade.

— Você ouviu o que aquele traidor disse, não ouviu? Se continuar assim, até você vai morrer!

— Não, eu não sei! Se eu recuperar o controle antes disso...

— Já não há mais tempo!

Ester agarrou o revólver com a ponta dos dedos. Apesar de se sentir confusa com o peso maior do que imaginava, ainda assim, puxou o percussor do gatilho.

— Por favor, saia da frente! Deixe-me destruir a ‘Estrela’!

— ...No fim das contas, eu deveria ter te matado, Terran.

A jovem, empunhando o antigo revólver de Abel, foi encarada por Gyula com olhos carregados de loucura. Ele cuspiu as palavras com desprezo. De sua mão esquerda, mais uma vez, a espada óssea emergiu.

— De qualquer forma, não posso deixar vivo alguém que conhece o código de destruição... Morra aqui!

— !

O gatilho foi puxado contra o vento que se ergueu, quase como um reflexo.

No instante em que a bala foi repelida e ressoou com um som claro, o gatilho do segundo disparo também foi armado.

No instante em que apertou o gatilho, Esther percebeu seu erro fatal.

Estava sem balas──!

— Morra, Terran!

A lâmina óssea, transformada em um relâmpago fulminante, traçou sua trajetória com precisão, mirando diretamente o delicado pescoço da garota. Atrás das pálpebras cerradas no último instante, Esther viu sua própria cabeça voar, deixando um rastro de sangue...

Um som surdo ecoou, como se pedaços de carne macia estivessem se chocando entre si.

— Maldito, você!

Aos ouvidos de Esther, que mantinha os olhos firmemente fechados, chegou uma voz que parecia tomada pelo desespero.

— Impossível... como pode um Terran ainda se mover com esses ferimentos?!

— .......?

Diante de Esther, que hesitantemente abriu os olhos, erguia-se a sombra de uma figura alta vestida com uma batina.

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[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hey again Sex Witch!

Thank you so much for your help! I’m the gay guy from the other day whose ask re: sexual attraction you’d answered. You really got to the heart of the matter, and I truly appreciate that.

This might sound silly but… Are you sure it’s really not weird, gross or… otherwise wrong of me to just randomly initiate a conversation with someone in a bar like that? I’m sorry - even if the worst that could happen in theory is just a few awkward seconds, a part of me still thinks that an unsolicited “hey I like your necklace” Is too… forward. lol even if there’s a guy in a jockstrap gyrating two yards away.

Again, sorry for the weird asks. And thank you for all your help!!!

hello again, anon! I'm very glad to hear that I could tap into something resonant for you. doing this kind of work without being able to have a proper one-on-one convo means I sometimes I sometimes have to guess at exactly what the best advice for someone will be, but luckily I've been doing this long enough that I've gotten to be a pretty good guesser :)

I'm 100% certain that it's not weird, and certainly not gross, to approach someone that way, as long as what you're saying is appropriate for the context. for instance, I'd broadly advise against walking up to someone who's, say, sitting in a coffee shop minding their own business and opening with "you have a gorgeous mouth, I want to see my dick in it." there are absolutely people out there that it would work on, sure, but you shouldn't assume that, because the potential to guess wrong and become an instant sex pest are wayyyy too high.

but even that's not wrong in every setting! that guy gyrating in a jockstrap probably wouldn't mind someone being a bit sexually forward; indeed, there's a very good chance that he's doing what he's doing specifically to encourage that.

but there's also a HUGE world of other, much less risque ways to open up a conversation. let's talk about your example with a necklace, and complimenting details about someone's appearance in general:

"hey, I really like [aspect of person's appearance.]" many people (wisely) recommend sticking to things that people pick and have control over - for instance, makeup, piercings, jewelry, tattoos, hairstyles, and clothing, rather than focusing on specific facial features or body parts. there are also a lot of ways to take that one further if you want to go for a more substantial conversation, including the following:

"I like that tattoo/piercing, did you get that done around here?" or "I like that [article of clothing], where did you get it?" gives them the option to provide as much or as little information as they like, potentially tell personal stories you can respond to, etc.

alternatively, if there's an identifiable common interest in their outfit: "hey, is that [thing] a reference to [whatever]? I love [whatever]!" great, now you can talk about d&d/comics/a movie/a band/an anime/literally whatever for as long as you want as a way to get to know each other

or, alternatively: "hey, that looks really cool. is it from something?" again, gives them plenty of options about how much they want to respond, which you can play off accordingly, and honestly? letting people explain a thing to you can be VERY fun, not to mention people LOOOOOVE having an excuse to talk about shit they like.

also, hey, if someone is just wearing an outfit that's really fun overall? something that they clearly took effort putting together to look nice? man, they WANT you to compliment that. they want you to compliment that so bad.

"but Makenzie how do you know?" because I dress like a loud-ass fruit 7 days a week. and I'm not doing specifically because I want people to compliment me, duh, I'm doing it because it's fun, but it's nice when people say something kind about my outfit! it's nice to be noticed! the other day I wore a pair of bright pink overalls and a student passing by me stopped to say that seeing them made her happy because pink is her favorite color! that's a great interaction, nothing unpleasant about it! I've also recently dyed my hair a shade of yellow that can be best described as "highlighter," and a LOT of people have been stopping me wherever I go to let me know how much they like it. that's nice! feels good! I also wear a lot of huge earrings, especially when I'm working at events where I get to meet prospective students for the university where I work, because it gives nervous teenagers something easy to start a conversation with! they say "I like your lego mermaid Batman earrings" and I say "thank you, I wear them so gay people will talk to me!" and then they get to say "whoa, I'M gay!" and then we're off to the races.

obviously it's presumptuous to assume people are dressing to be alluring to you specifically, but there are also very few people in the world who will be upset at being told that their hair looks nice and their outfit is cool and you think their tattoos are awesome.

people are also generally pretty stoked to hear something like "you're a really good dancer!" or "that food/drink looks good, what did you order?" or "sorry, but did I hear you talking about x? I love x! what did you think of xyz?"

statistically most people love to think that they have good taste and hate being the one to make a first move, so if you do both of those things you're already off to a GREAT start.

also, another fun reminder: even if complimenting that necklace doesn't lead to a romantic or sexual connection every time, it does serve as good practice for talking to people and makes you someone who gives compliments easily - and hopefully someone who's good at receiving them back, because many people love to repay a compliment immediately in kind! and it's never bad to be known as somebody who's generous with saying nice things :)

just give it a try; I promise you'll like it once you see how warmly people can respond to even casual praise!