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pl-panda · 5 years ago

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Of Heaven and Hell

Credits: Miraculous Ladybug team for the elements I take from MLB show. DC for their characters, @ozmav for the AU, @maribat-archive for giving me access to so many different stories to have take inspirations from, @ethelphantom for the cover I use at Wattpad and FF.Net and Me for the plot.

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Of Heaven and Hell: Part 1

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Of Heaven and Hell

From Encyclopedia Demonica

[...] and while many people consider angels epitomes of good, they are mistaken. Indeed, this regal beings are more closely connected to order than to goodness. They perceive divine law as imperative and hold little regard to human lives, as long as they serve their goals. And yet, most of the times they chose to not involve themselves in mortal affairs.

Typical angel have two forms. First look very similar to human, but they retain most of their powers. Such form is also much more durable and their physical capabilities exceed everything you could expect from a mortal. Second is close to the first one in appearance, but differs in terms of power and abilities. In this form Angel spreads his wings and feature specific to his sub-species appear.

Angel’s powers differ on subspecies, but universally include flight, enhanced senses, enhanced agility, strength and durability, large magical potential, access to magic unique to their species and high resistant to other types of magic. Specific subspecies have different additional powers. Each Angel also possess an ability that is unique to him. Usually, it reflects his personality and present itself when it reaches maturity. [...]

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Six years ago

Damian cursed under his breath. The temple was under attack. His mother told him to get inside. And he did. He ran to his room to grab his sword. A beautifully ornate weapon with guard in shape of two intertwined pairs of angel wings pointing toward the blade. Great for complicated maneuvers. The pommel held a teal pearl also protected by a pair of angel wings. It was a gift from his grandfather for his eighth birthday. The weapon was perfectly balanced and suited Damian’s style perfectly.

With the sword in hand, Damian unfolded his wings. His tunic had a special holed cut in the back to accomodate for them and he didn’t destroy every shirt he wore. A pair of large white feathered wings appeared and he dashed forward to battle. He couldn’t let his mother die. A small orb of white energy appeared in his hand before he launched it at the wall in front of him. The explosion created enough of a hole for him to pass.

In front of him opened a large yard. Usually, a new acolytes trained here under careful watch of angelic masters. Now it was simply a blood bath. Bodies were lying everywhere. But what shocked him the most was that angels were fighting one another. Some wore League’s armors, but overwhelming force was dressed in black-and-orange suits. He wanted to dash forward and into the battle, but someone grabbed him and pulled him into the shadows. A slender figure of his mother looked at him sternly.

“I told you to go inside.”

“Mother! I came to fight with you. I must fight with you. By your side. Together. It’s my destiny!”

“Your destiny is to live Damian.” She scolded him. “Now quickly. Let’s move. Some battles can’t be won.”

“But… what about the mission?” He asked confused.

“Mission will live in you and me. Now let’s go join your grandfather in the tunnels.” She started leading him away.

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Damian woke up from the dream. He instantly grabbed his sword and swung it around. Only then he realized that is was just a memory. He looked around his room, assessing any dangers. Once he was sure that nothing lurked in the darkness he got up. It was still night and quick glance at the electronic clock told him that it was 3:30 AM. Long time before others wake up. But Damian did not want to go to sleep anymore. He never did after this kind of nightmares.

He got down to the holo-training room and activated the highest setting. A series of ninja shimmered into existence. Without as much as a second of hesitation, Damian dashed forward. His silver sword cut through them as he zoomed through the arena. With each move, he took two of the enemies. A slight golden aura around him intensified as he burned through his anger. Finally, he collapsed, panting heavily from exhaustion. The “kill counter” showed that he was halfway to a thousand vanquished enemies. He was weak. He was useless. He ran away. He was no warrior but a mere coward.

But it was not true. He did the right thing. Because he ran away he met his father. He actually started to protect people instead to only try to control them. He was a nephilim, half angel, half human. He had all the powers of his angelic brethren and yet freedom to choose. He didn’t need to follow orders of higher beings. He could make his own decisions. And he chose to be a hero, not a warrior. Now, each day he reinforced this decision. First as Robin, fighting side by side with his father, now as… still Robin, but as a part of Teen Titans.

“You okay Demon Spawn?” A voice of Dick Grayson, better known as Nightwing, came from behind. Damian instantly spun around and stopped his blade less than an inch from his neck.

“Don’t do that if you want your head to remain where it is.” he scowled at the sight of his adopted brother’s patronizing gaze. “And don’t look like that.”

“Like what?” Dick asked confused.

“Like I am a baby in need of your care. I am sixteen-years-old Nephilim. I am more than capable of taking care of myself.”

“So that’s why you are awake at five in the morning? Taking care of yourself?”

“Get lost.” Damian barked and started to practice katas with his sword. He had his back turned to dick when suddenly he spun around just in time to block a projectile that was tossed at him.

“Come on bro. You and me. One on one. First to score three hits.” Dick taunted.

“I am stronger, faster and more agile. You stand no chance.” Damian said in emotionless expression. He looked at Dick for a moment before taking off his tank-top. “And I can fly.” He grinned at the surprised Nightwing. A pair of white-feathered wings appeared on his back.

“And yet I kick your rear every time we fight.” Dick smirked and drew his staff. Both ends started to crackle with electricity.

Damian boosted himself forward with a single flap of his wings. His silver sword met with the staff, but before he could cut it, Nightwing sidestepped and allowed blade to slide down. He used the Angel’s momentum to his disadvantage. Damian’s blade stumbled upon crackling electricity, sending a powerful shock through his arm. Normal humans would be paralyzed by this, but Damian only growled. It hurt, but he could fight. Damian tried several more times, but Dick always reflected or sidestepped before the blade could do any real damage. Finally, the Angel changed tactic. Flapping his wings, Damian rose into air. His off-hand glowed with golden light which next formed a runic circle around his fist before several projectiles flew at various arcs toward Nightwing. The hero had to dodge it quickly, but got caught by the last one and got sent into the wall. Damian didn’t bother to check on him. Instead, he dashed forward. Before Dick managed to get rid of flying stars around his head a silver blade was less than an inch from his neck.

“I win.” Damian proclaimed, looking smug.

“Nope.” Dick said, popping the ‘p’. He then used his staff to jab Damian’s stomach, then jump on his fit and separate his weapon into two escrima sticks. He then started to barrage the teenager with series of swift hits. While they would not usually hurt given angelic durability, the crackling electricity made it a bit painful. Damian shielded himself with his wings, but Dick found an opening and landed third and final hit that ended the fight.

“That is cheating! I had you!” The teen argued.

“So? You lost me. But good fight D. Maybe next time.”

“tt. That’s unfair! I want rematch!”

“Boys!” Kori joined the discussion. “As much as watching you fight is… entertaining, I made breakfast.” She said cheerfully while walking to nightwing. “And something special for you later.” She said seductively.

“Bleh.” Damian faked vomiting. “I will never understand humans.”

“You are part-human.” Dick pointed out

“And so is neandertales. Yet he doesn’t understand humans.” The teen deadpanned.

“I heard someone say breakfast!” Beast Boy barged into training room.

“I made pancakes.” Kori cheered.

“With maple syrup?” Gar asked

“And ‘love’.” Damian gave a sarcastic remark.

“So the best ones.” Beast Boy said with dreamy face. “I reserve the first batch!” He said while already dashing to the kitchen.

“Scarab said he detected pancakes!” Beetle said while zooming past the room in his full armor. Damian, Dick and Kori walked in normal pace, only to find Gar and Jaime staring wide-eyed at Rachel sitting there and calmly eating her breakfast.

“Took you long enough.” She said with a small smile. The red gem on her forehead pulsed weakly, but it was ignored in favor of consuming inhuman amounts of pancakes. Damian himself didn’t even realize that he finished three plates before Dick pointed it out to him. He turned pink for a moment before jumping away and claiming the remote for the day.

After the morning of cartoons Titans spent rest of the day on the beach near the island. Half-way through Dick and Kori disappeared and when the sun started to set Rachel and Garfield also went somewhere. Jami, Damian and their newest addition to the team: Cyborg, were completely obvious to this as their discussion came to sport.

“I’m just saying. Futball is the best game. Soccer is cool, but it’s for kids.” Victor argued.

“You say that, but last I checked Soccer was much more popular around the world.” Jami pointed out proudly. “Besides it requires much more skill and finesse. Futball is about pure muscle mass.”

“As if! Have you got any idea how important tactics, positioning, territorial awareness and condition are in Futball?”

“tt. The best sport is sword-fighting anyway.” Damian grinned at them. Inwardly, he loved this family. Sure, living with his father was great, but here he finally had one thing he missed so much: friends. They weren’t patronizing like Todd. They weren’t constantly trying to prove something to him like Drake and Grayson was even bearable here. That is if he didn’t act all sugar-eyes for Starfire. Is he even aware she is an alien princess and he is a peasant acrobat?

As the sun was finally down, the titans made a giant bonfire on the beach and roasted marshmallows. As Damian was about to eat his, suddenly a large yellow balloon sailed toward him. He tried to catch it, but his enhanced strength made him accidentally squash it instead. A wave of water assaulted him and made him wet to the very bones.

“Beast Boy!” He roared in anger. One thing he hated in the Titans were the constant prank wars that lasted for weeks.

*gulp* “Will it help when I say that I aimed at Jaime?” Garfield asked weakly.

“No hermano. It will only make it worse.” Blue Beetle looked practically offended, but he had a small smirk on his face.

Damian took off his t-shirt and tossed it at Beast Boy. His hand then glowed and a runic circle materialized around it. Garfield tried to run, but a golden beam hit him in his rear and suddenly his fur turned completely gold. He looked like some some hardcore sports fan supporting his favorite team.

“That’s not fair! I only tossed a small water balloon. You could cool off a bit bro!” Garfield tried to argue weakly while massaging his rear.

“Suck it up like a man and stop whining like little girl…” Damian said, but then looked at Rachel who sent him a death glare. “Not that I have anything against little girls?” He added quickly.

After that the atmosphere were great. Garfield was still a bit sore on the subject of his new color and decided that he will appreciate his green from now on. Finally, Damian excused himself and went to the tower to go to sleep earlier. As he entered his room, he felt a breeze of air going on. He distinctly remembered that his window was closed and nobody would enter without his permission. A glyph on the doors made sure of that. His sword appeared in his and and a glowing runic circle formed above his head. A less known fact about Angels was that their Halo was in fact a spell that allowed them to sense other Angels in close proximity. It also gave enough light to serve as convenient source of light. Not that they needed it as they saw in anything but perfect darkness. Damian would never admit out loud that he used it when he wanted to draw something in the middle of the night.

“Hello… Mother.” He said with disdain in his voice.

“It’s good to see you too Damian.” She responded with sarcasm.

“Why do you grace me with your presence?” If Talia’s voice was dipped in sarcasm, Damian drowned in it.

“I need your help.” She said, ignoring the obvious disrespect. “There are several demons in Paris.”

“So?”

“The city is warded against all things celestial. And magic hides it from your precious Justice League. Had any Angel tired to go there, he would not be able to enter the city. Should anyone else hear about the situation, they would forget it as soon as the discussion ended.”

“So? From what you are saying is true, Mother, then I am twice as locked out as anyone else. I will forget about it the moment you leave.”

“That’s why I need you.” She said with almost pleading voice. “You aren’t a full angel, but your mind is protected from the spell. You should be able to enter the city and remember everything.”

Damian pondered it for a moment. It did seem like something serious. If what she said was true, the whole city was at the mercy of those vile monsters and couldn’t even hope for any external help. “Fine. I will go there.”

“Good. I already enrolled you at Collège Françoise Dupont” She said with a wicked grin. With a flap of her two pairs of wings she was gone, leaving only a thin folder on his desk. Damian cursed under his breath.

“Looks like I’m going to school. tt. I hate teenagers.”

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tigerkirby215 · 4 years ago

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I’m a particular fan of wasting my time so I decided to rate all the Half-Feats for no real reason

(Artwork from the Acquisitions Incorporated 5th Edition sourcebook, because I can’t just use artwork from Tasha’s Cauldron of Everything.)

If you have been around my blog for any lengthy period of time you will know two things about me.

I often fall into flights of fancy mostly under the guise of attempting to branch out with this blog, even though the real reason is that I wish to publicize any and all work I do for this hobby.

I really like half-feats.

And who could blame me (at least for the second point.) It’s always exciting when you can get a feat, and half-feats allow you to round out a stat of your choice while still allowing you to diversify your character with unique abilities to make them your own. Feats are always strong and even the most basic half-feat still provides you with unique traits to differentiate yourself from the standard adventurer. But it can be hard to choose when they are all so diverse which is why I’m making this list for myself and anyone who may find it useful.

I would also like to thank LudicSavant from the Giant in the Playground forums for their organized list of Half-Feats. It has made the creation of this list far easier and I frequently reference it when making builds.

WHAT IS A HALF-FEAT?

For the sake of understanding (because the last time I used the term “half-feat” on Reddit a lot of people got confused) I will define a half-feat here: A half-feat is any feat that gives half of an ability score improvement (+1 to a given stat) along with its regular features. They are obviously good choices for any player with an uneven stat, as they can make that stat even (for the increase in ability modifier) while also gaining an additional bonus.

HOW IS THIS LIST ORGANIZED

This post is split into 6 sections, one for each stat. (Strength, Dexterity, Constitution, Intelligence, Wisdom, Charisma.) The feats are organized in alphabetical order. Basically I’m lifting the formatting from LudicSavant.

Each feat will be shown as follows:

FEAT NAME

Description

Summary

Rating

Feats that can be applied to varied ability scores will be mentioned multiple times, however unless the feat changes based on the ability score chosen the entry will simply be shown as a redirect to where it was summarized earlier.

And I guess it also has to be said: This list is just my opinion and is in no way an objective ranking of the half-feats that currently exist in D&D 5th Edition. Feel free to make your own decisions when designing your character: this post is merely meant to share my opinion and provide a reference resource for people making characters.

(Artwork still from the Acquisitions Incorporated 5th Edition sourcebook. Damn this book has some nice artwork.)

STRENGTH

Athlete

Grants you the ability to stand up from prone faster, climb more easily, and jump further.

You’d think with the amount of builds I’ve included this feat in I’d have more positive things to say about it. But no: this feat is trash. Climbing is rare and jumping is pretty much never used in D&D. Even if it was there are low level spells (Spider Climb / Jump) that allow you to do what this feat does.

The only really useful addition to this feat is the faster speed to get up from the prone position. Being prone sucks and it can heavily restrict your movement when it happens. Putting yourself prone is also helpful in a ranged build to give enemies disadvantage to hit you from range. (You can technically knock yourself prone after attacking to make it harder to hit you.) But this strategy loses effectiveness quickly and it isn’t worth taking a feat to combat the rare possibility of being knocked off your feet.

Ultimately if you genuinely see any of the features of the Athlete feat as being useful chances are that either your DM forces way too much jumping / climbing, really likes knocking people over, or you really like knocking yourself prone.

2/10

Crusher

Grants extra utility to bludgeoning weapons, allowing you to move foes into more favorable positions.

RIP in piss Monks am I right lads? To be fair there aren’t any Finesse Bludgeoning Weapons with the only exception being the Sling. But regardless: this feat has two features along with its Ability Score Improvement:

The pushing ability is situational at best. Displacement abilities in 5th edition rarely have a significant impact. You may push an enemy off a cliff on occasion but unless your DM makes a significant effort to present these opportunities to you it won’t come up often. There is some niche use for this feat to work as a poor man’s Mobile feat, as you can push a foe back 5 feet before running away without needing to disengage.

But perhaps the biggest problem with the displacement ability of Crusher is that Shield Master does everything it does almost objectively better, all while providing additional benefits to Dexterity saving throws. Shield Master isn’t a half-feat, granted. But one could get one of the better +1 feats to STR / CON along with Shield Master.

The effect on a crit is incredibly potent. Giving all allies advantage to hit a foe will lead to more damage being dealt and an even higher chance to crit. However relying on crits usually isn’t a smart idea, and crits are already deadly enough without a feat to boost them.

7/10

Dragon Fear

DRAGONBORN EXCLUSIVE FEAT

Allows you to roar with your Breath Weapon ability, frightening nearby enemies.

This feat singlehandedly makes Dragonborn viable. I’m not even joking: being able to replace your CON based, low damage Burning Hands-lite with essentially the Fear spell which comes back on a Short Rest and is based on Charisma is insanely useful for any Charisma character. The most obvious use is for the Charisma casters: Bards and Sorcerers can get an extreme amount of value from this feature. But other Charisma classes like Paladins, Swashbuckler Rogues, and any other class that requires Charisma can use it well. Warlocks get a little less use out of it than most since their abilities already come back on a Short Rest but it’s still nice to have in your pocket.

It’s less useful for non-Charisma classes but it can’t be flawless. But it removes the problem of choosing between a subpar AoE damage ability or just attacking with your weapons / spells, and instead gives you a utility ability to give yourself space. It doesn’t scale well late when most enemies resist fears, but neither did your breath weapon. Especially with the Dragonborn subraces from Explorer’s Guide to Wildemount this feat is extremely good.

I mean, you could just play a Leonin and get the fear without investing in a feat, especially since Tasha’s lets you move ability scores around. But Dragonborn have more fun roleplay and other abilities that the Leonin lack.

10/10

Dragon Hide

DRAGONBORN EXCLUSIVE FEAT

Your AC is equal to 13 + DEX and your unarmed strikes do a d4 + STR damage.

The Mage Armor feat / the worse Tavern Brawler feat. What confuses me about this feat is how at-odds it is with itself. On one hand your AC is still based on DEX but on the other hand your natural weapon is based on STR?

Let’s just ignore the Unarmed Strike damage because let’s be real here: you can just pick up a dagger instead of slashing people with your dragon claws. Is Mage Armor really worth losing half of a feat? If you have nothing better maybe, but this list alone shows that there are better options. There are some very specific niche scenarios where Unarmored Defense is more valuable than actual armor but those scenarios are usually campaign-specific or a choice done more for roleplay, and you could just as easily accomplish the roleplay by taking the Magic Initiate feat to get Mage Armor along with two useful cantrips.

Honestly this should’ve just been added as a base feature for the Dragonborn, and most DMs I know give this feat to Dragonborn at level 1. (Minus the half feat ASI.) Lizardfolk have innate AC, crafting skills, and a healing bite; Dragonborn should get innate AC, damage resistance, and a crappy breath weapon that can be upgraded by the Dragon Fear feat.

3/10

Heavily Armored

Gain proficiency with heavy armor.

The vast majority of classes that are expected to wear Heavy Armor have Heavy Armor Proficiency. In fact the only Martial class that doesn’t have Heavy Armor proficiency (minus Barbarians and Monks who can’t wear Heavy Armor) is the Ranger, so this feat is good if you want to play a Ranger like a Paladin. Huhn. Ironic that I am playing a Horizon Walker Ranger like a Paladin in one of the campaigns I’m in.

(Artwork by Bo “chenbowow” Chen. Made for Riot Games.)

Like, you can grab this feat for Clerics and Druids I guess, but why would you? Medium Armor is on-par with Heavy Armor, and 14 DEX is far more useful than the 15 STR required to wear Platemail.

The only other two (well technically three) subclasses I can think of which could grab this feat are the Hexblade Warlock and the two Martial Bards. (College of Swords / College of Valor.) For Hexblade... why do you need Strength? You can swing your sword with Charisma. Bard however... I guess if you want to play a Strength Bard it’s an option?

But yeah: the only time I ever used this feat was to play a Ranger like a Paladin. And saying “I used this feat to play one of the worst classes in the game like a better class” isn’t exactly an accomplishment.

1/10

Heavy Armor Master

While wearing heavy armor, bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing damage that you take from nonmagical weapons is reduced by 3.

The word that kills this feat is “nonmagical.” I can tell you as a fact having had a Fighter use this feat in a level 1 - 5 campaign that it is TORTURE for any DM. “Oh boy I finally hit the 20 AC Fighter annnnd I did 5 total damage, even though I rolled max damage.”

But this feat literally becomes useless past level 8 or so when enemies start getting magical weapons. There are a few enemies that still technically do nonmagical damage at high levels, but even then this feat isn’t going to save you from foes that are normally doing upwards of 15 damage per swing. It adds up yes, but it’ll rarely add up in my personal experience.

Take this feat on a Variant Human at level 1 if you’re doing a level 3 one shot, just to be an asshole.

2/10

Lightly Armored

Gain proficiency with light armor.

?????

Mage Armor exists. The only classes in the game that don’t get proficiency with at least Light Armor are Sorcerer and Wizard. You can afford to lose a spell slot for Mage Armor. Seriously.

1/10

Moderately Armored

Gain proficiency with medium armor.

The best of the “armored” feats because (hot take time) Medium Armor is the best armor in the game. It requires the least investment which makes it the most easily accessible armor in the game. If you have a 13 in DEX I’d highly recommend grabbing this feat. If your DEX is at a 16 (+3) or higher I’d honestly maybe just recommend Light Armor / Mage Armor instead?

8/10

Orcish Fury

HALF-ORC EXCLUSIVE FEAT

Get the ability to choose to roll an additional damage die once per short rest. Additionally, you can use your Reaction to make a weapon attack after being knocked down to 1 HP via your racial trait once per short rest.

Anyone find it amusing that this feat is only available to Half-Orcs but not full Orcs? Anyways: having the ability to essentially crit on-demand is nice. Having the reactionary attack after being knocked to 1 HP is situational, but still alright. I think if I was playing a Half-Orc and I needed to round out either my Strength or my Constitution (more likely my CON since there are far better feats for STR) I wouldn’t be upset taking this. Is it worth playing a Half-Orc just for this feat? Not by a long shot lol.

6/10

Piercer

When you deal damage with a piercing weapon you can reroll one of the damage die on one attack per turn. When you crit you can roll an additional damage die.

Savage Attacker as a half feat, proving that Savage Attacker is a bad feat lol. I’m actually going to talk more about this feat when I go into the Dexterity section which makes this the first feat where I’ll actually rank it lower for a specific Ability Score.

3/10 (if using STR)

Resilient (STR)

Gain proficiency with Strength saving throws.

Strength saves are common and pretty bad, but not as bad as Wisdom or Dexterity. What’s more is that most classes that will be forced to make Strength saves have proficiency in Strength saving throws already. If you have an uneven Strength score this isn’t the worst way to round it out, but I’d sooner get a stronger feat for another ability.

3/10

Revenant Blade

Essentially Dual-Wielder for the Double-Bladed Scimitar.

A very specific feat to the Eberron setting, and even though I use Eberron content frequently in my builds I’ll be honest: I know very little about the setting. The DBS honestly just seems worse than uh... wielding two scimitars? 3d4 damage is about on-par with 2d6. This feat is something you take more for roleplay than actual practicality with your character, though I have played with people (outside of Eberron lol) using a double-bladed scimitar and it seems like a cool weapon. Dual Wielder is also a good feat and it seems you can use the DBS without grabbing the Dual Wielding Fighting Style.

5/10

Skill Expert

Learn a skill and gain expertise in a skill.

A very good skill to round out any build. Expertise can actually shape your character quite a lot, as it allows you to be good at things even if your Ability Scores are bad. A good go-to feat to round off any uneven Ability Score if you have nothing better imo.

7/10

Slasher

Slashing weapons lower the speed of the target hit by 10. On a crit the target has disadvantage on all attack rolls until the start of your next turn.

Easily the worst of the weapon damage type feats, which is a shame because I like slashing weapons. The slowdown effect is rarely useful: the only class which I really think can use the slowdown effect well is hit-and-run Rogues, but Slashing weapons are heavily restricted from Rogues for some reason. The crit effect is nice but you shouldn’t be banking on crits, even as a Champion Fighter. This feat at least has a niche if you plan to play a Whip Rogue but that’s about it.

3/10

Squat Nimbleness

Increase your movement speed by 5, gain proficiency with Athletics or Acrobatics, and gain Advantage to escape grapples.

It is actually goddamn hilarious how good this feat is. +5 movement is already nice (especially if you’re playing one of the later-added small races [or a Homebrew race] that has 30 feet of movement) but you also get a free skill proficiency in either of the two most commonly used skills in the game, and to top it off to my knowledge this feat is the only way to gain a bonus to escaping grapples. (Outside of like, the Freedom of Movement spell.)

Take this! Good lord take this! If you have an uneven ability score and are small don’t even hesitate!

10/10

Tavern Brawler

Gain a d4 unarmed strike and proficiency with improvised weapons. After striking a creature with an unarmed strike or improvised weapon on your turn you can grapple them as a bonus action.

This feat will either be the best or worst feat you take depending on your DM. If your DM lives up to the Dead Rising promise of “anything is a weapon” and lets you pick up a stick off the ground and use it as an improvised weapon: congratulations your Wizard now has an infinite supply of short swords!

The grapple after making an improvised or unarmed strike is... interesting. I’ve expressed my distaste for grappling in the past but on its own at lower levels its not the worst option. The main problem is really just that the Grappler feat is bad, but if you want to keep an enemy from running then grabbing them isn’t the worst option!

5/10

Weapon Master

Gain proficiency with 3 weapons.

Just take a single level in Fighter. Honestly upgrading your weapon’s damage die isn’t worth losing the ASI. Even in the most extreme example of upgrading a dagger (d4) to a rapier (d8) you’re only getting +4 damage potential max.

The only application I really think is worth it for this feat is Rogues, because for some stupid reason Rogues don’t get proficiency with either Scimitars or (more importantly) Whips. So if for whatever reason you want to play a Reach Weapon Whip Rogue but still get Stroke of Luck from the 20th level of Rogue then I guess Weapon Master has some use? But you could just as easily grab the Mobile feat to reap similar benefits without being forced to use a d4 weapon.

1/10

DEXTERITY

Athlete

See above.

Elven Accuracy

ELF / HALF-ELF EXCLUSIVE FEAT.

Roll 3 d20s instead of 2 when you have advantage and are attacking with DEX or a spell.

Otherwise known as “why Elf Samurai is secretly overpowered.” If you have a reliable way to get Advantage this feat is absolutely nutty. If not well... It’s still a nice way to round out an uneven Ability Score, and it works with spell attack rolls too which gives it plenty of versatility!

Basically if there’s any semi-consistent chance that you’re going to get advantage I’d take this feat. If not? There are better half feats out there. Really a shame this doesn’t work with STR attacks but I guess they didn’t want Elf Barbarians to be the most overpowered shit in the game.

8/10

Fade Away

GNOME EXCLUSIVE FEAT

Use your reaction to become invisible after taking damage. You remain invisible until the end of your next turn unless you perform an aggressive action.

Invisibility is never a bad thing. This feat gives you what is essentially a stronger version of the Shield spell once per Short Rest since (rules as written) enemies can’t target you if they can’t see you. Now of course a lot of this depends on your DM (how many enemies with Blindsense are around, and if enemies will swing where you just were because metagaming) but this feat is almost exclusively why you should play a Gnome as opposed to something else.

This feat plus Squat Nimbleness is honestly worth losing an ASI for. Fade Away, Squat Nimbleness, and Moderately Armored combined can be three very good feats for a Gnome spellcaster who already has a high casting stat.

9/10

Gunner

Crossbow Expert for guns.

Crossbow Expert for guns. The only part of this feat that affects non-firearms is the lack of disadvantage in melee range which I mean... if you’re not planning to use crossbows it might be useful? But I’d sooner take Piercer, Elven Accuracy, or another more useful feat.

GUN/10 3/10

Lightly Armored

See above.

Piercer

When you deal damage with a piercing weapon you can reroll one of the damage die on one attack per turn. When you crit you can roll an additional damage die.

The first and probably only feat where increasing one Ability Score is far more useful than the other! Let’s start with the obvious: Savage Attacker doesn’t work with ranged weapons, but since all ranged weapons (minus the Sling) do Piercing damage this feat affects them! For most ranged weapons this isn’t that big of a deal but if you’re using one of the ranged weapons with a bigger damage die (Longbow / Heavy Crossbow) it’s still nice to have, especially if you have multiple attacks and will henceforth have a higher chance of rolling low for damage.

The triple damage effect on a crit is also very nice for a ranged weapon, and lets you live out that sharpshooter fantasy. But again banking on crits is unreliable. Overall this feat is a very nice way to increase an uneven Dexterity score and get some benefits for your ranged weapons. It’s not something I’d go out of my way to get but it does feel very good to grab.

7/10 (if using DEX)

Moderately Armored

See above. Slightly better when increasing DEX because DEX is more universally useful than STR.

Resilient (DEX)

Gain proficiency with Dexterity saving throws.

Dexterity saving throws are some of the most common saving throws in 5e. Being able to halve the damage of a Fireball is always worth it.

9/10

Revenant Blade

See above.

Second Chance

HALFLING EXCLUSIVE FEAT

Force an enemy that’s attacking you to reroll their attack once per combat.

This feat interests me because (to my knowledge) it’s the only feat that replenishes when you “roll initiative at the start of combat.” But regardless: being able to force an enemy to reroll a hit on you is really nice, but mind you that there is the chance to turn a regular hit into a crit.

If your class already has reactions this really isn’t worth it. But if you’re playing something like a Fighter this can be a nice way to shrug off a hit or two over the course of the day. A good way to round out your stats and give yourself some safety, but not something I’d go out of the way to get.

7/10

Squat Nimbleness

See above.

Skill Expert

See above.

Slasher

See above.

Weapon Master

See above.

CONSTITUTION

Aberrant Dragonmark

Get one Sorcerer cantrip and one level 1 Sorcerer spell. Constitution is your spellcasting modifier for these spells. Additional effects when you cast your level 1 spell.

Veterans of this blog will know how much I love Aberrant Dragonmark. If you’re taking Magic Initiate to have a ranged attack then Aberrant Dragonmark is pretty much just universally better than Magic Initiate. The only real flaw with this feat is that you can only take from the Sorcerer list... oh and that it’s very Eberron specific. It’s unlikely that you’ll be allowed this feat, but I would recommend it for just about anyone who needs a ranged backup. Constitution becomes a lot more exciting when it’s used for more than just health.

8/10

Chef

Allies heal more during short rests. Prepare treats allies can use to gain Temporary hitpoints as a Bonus Action.

Song of Rest? Never heard of her! A fairly mediocre feat on its own, though admittedly fun for roleplay. The treats are actually not that bad to give allies a tiny bit of bulk. The definitely-not-Song of Rest feature is also good in its own right.

It’s a nice way to round out your Constitution or Wisdom if it’s uneven, and is very fun for roleplay. But it’s not the most impressive in terms of utility.

6/10

Crusher

See above.

Dragon Fear

See above.

Dragon Hide

See above.

Durable

Add double your Constitution modifier to rolled hit die while Short Resting.

I mean, it’s nice? But the only real use I see for this is for a Barbarian. It can definitely allow you save up on your hit die but unless you have a 13 in CON (14 with this feat) I wouldn’t recommend it. I’d much rather not take the damage in the first place: an ounce of prevention beats a cure!

5/10

Dwarven Fortitude

DWARF EXCLUSIVE FEAT

When you take the Dodge action you can heal with a hit die.

Otherwise known as “Dwarf Monks are super legit for no good reason.” It’s a very interesting feat that allows you to tank in interesting ways, and it’s particularly good if you know your DM doesn’t let you frequently short rest. It can be nice to heal in a pinch, but much like with Durable I’d rather negate the damage than heal with hit die.

And if your DM allows frequent short rests? This feat is objectively worse than Durable, since it doesn’t really matter when you heal with hit die.

5/10

Infernal Constitution

TIEFLING EXCLUSIVE FEAT

Resist Cold and Poison damage, and gain Advantage on saving throws against Poisons.

You already resist Fire damage, which is extremely common. This feat adds two more common damage types to that list, and also helps you against a common debuff. This is just a very good way to give your character more bulk! Of course if you aren’t fighting a lot of poisonous or cold enemies this feat won’t be too practical, but in a standard campaign with varied foes this will quickly carry its weight!

7/10

Orcish Fury

See above.

Resilient (CON)

Gain proficiency with Constitution saving throws.

Constitution saves are extremely common, most notably for Concentration checks. Other people have done the math that Resilient scales better than War Caster to help with Concentration checks. This feat is a must-have for spellcasters, and very good all-around.

10/10

Second Chance

See above.

Skill Expert

See above.

Tavern Brawler

See above.

INTELLIGENCE

Elven Accuracy

See above.

Fade Away

See above.

Fey Teleportation

HIGH ELF EXCLUSIVE FEAT

Learn Sylvan. Cast Misty Step once per Short Rest.

Otherwise known as LITERALLY THE ONLY REASON TO PLAY A HIGH ELF. Holy shit if you’re playing a High Elf take this feat! A free language is nice and all but Misty Step is one of the most useful utility spells in the game, and you have near-constant access to it!

10/10

Fey Touched

Learn Misty Step and one additional first level spell from the Enchantment or Divination schools. You can cast both of these spells once without using a spell slot.

Misty Step is one of the strongest spells in the game: if your class doesn’t normally get it I’d definitely recommend Fey Touched just to get Misty Step. Being able to grab strong first level Enchantment and Divination spells like Hex, Hunter’s Mark, Bless, Heroism, and Detect Magic are also very useful.

9/10

Flames of Phlegethos

Reroll 1s when dealing Fire damage. Surround yourself in Fire when casting a Fire damage spell.

Otherwise known as “Elemental Adept lite.” Only really useful if you’re planning to consistently be in close range, but very fun and flavorful if you are casting fire up close.

I honestly wish this feat wasn’t Tiefling exclusive because it’s cool as shit but so situational: I’d love to see a version of this feat that’s damage type exclusive and race exclusive. Hm maybe that’ll be a Homebrew project of mine.

7/10

Keen Mind

Know some information you should probably already know.

Otherwise known as “hey mister DM I forgot to buy a compass or a watch in town, and I’m too stupid to take notes.” This is the feat for bad players, and most DMs will ignore it even if you do take it.

1/10

Linguist

Learn 3 languages. Write cyphers.

The languages are honestly useless: Comprehend Languages is a first level spell, and Tongues is a third level spell. The cyphers are a lot more interesting, but they’re admittedly extremely situational outside of specific campaigns. It also really sucks that your feat can be undone with the Comprehend Languages spell, which can be cast as a ritual.

4/10

Observant

+5 to Passive Perception / Investigation. You can read creatures’ lips if you understand the language they’re speaking.

The ability to read creatures’ lips is honestly really interesting for espionage, but let’s be real: you picked up this feat for the increase to Passive Perception. Honestly if you don’t want to be ambushed just take the Alert feat.

7/10

Resilient (INT)

Gain proficiency with Intelligence saving throws.

Intelligence saves are rare. Devastating when they occur, yes. But I’d sooner take Observant, Linguist, or one of the Tasha’s feats over Resilient.

5/10

Shadow Touched

Learn the Invisibility spell and one additional first level spell from the Necromancy or Illusion schools. You can cast both of these spells once without using a spell slot.

Invisibility is less universally useful than Misty Step, and Necromancy / Illusion spells are weaker than Divination / Enchantment spells. (At least if we’re talking first level.) There are some nice ones like Disguise Self and Inflict Wounds but generally speaking mobility is more useful in my humble opinion.

7/10

Skill Expert

See above.

Telekinetic

Learn the Mage Hand cantrip. If you know it already, increase its range by 30 feet. You can make the Mage Hand invisible. Additionally, you may shove a creature 5 feet towards or away from you as a Bonus Action on your turn.

Mage Hand is one of the best cantrips in the game and being able to make it invisible was a subclass feature restricted to just Arcane Trickster Rogues previously. Having an invisible grabbing arm is insanely useful, and extending it to 60 feet is even better.

And that isn’t even the best part! Being able to shove people around isn’t necessarily the most overpowered thing but it still gives you a way to use your Bonus Action every turn! If you play on a tabletop you can use this feat to push enemies back into AoE damage abilities or pull allies away from danger! In Theater of the Mind however this feat isn’t as strong and I wouldn’t recommend using the shove too much as its liable to annoy your DM.

8/10

Telepathic

You can speak telepathically to a creature within 60 feet of you. They have to understand the language, and don’t gain the ability to respond telepathically. Additionally, you learn the Detect Thoughts spell, and can cast it once per Long Rest without using a spell slot.

Detect Thoughts isn’t that great of a spell, though granted this is just my personal experience. That being said having telepathy is extremely useful, and this is speaking from experience!

I will say right now: take this feat if you are a Druid. Unless your DM is a real stickler for the rules this will let you speak to people while Wildshaped! This opens up a whole world of possibilities for your Druid! I unironically consider this feat mandatory for a Druid, and fairly useful for any other character who wants to speak quietly and stealthily. And you know: doesn’t have access to Message.

8/10 - Mandatory for a Druid

WISDOM

Chef

See above.

Elven Accuracy

See above.

Fey Touched

See above.

Observant

See above.

Resilient (WIS)

Gain proficiency with Wisdom saving throws.

Wisdom saves are very common, but most Wisdom classes already get Wisdom saving throw proficiency. If you have an uneven Wisdom score it can be worth it to get the proficiency, but Wisdom saving throws are arguably the most common saving throw to be proficient with.

7/10

Shadow Touched

See above.

Skill Expert

See above.

Telekinetic

See above.

Telepathic

See above.

CHARISMA

Actor

Gain advantage when pretending to be someone else, and become capable of mimicking someone’s voice after listening to them.

A very good feat if you plan to do any infiltration or other political intrigue stuff. With the Disguise Self spell this feat can be used by just about anyone, but the real value comes for Changelings. Having Disguise Self as a racial trait means the “be better at fooling people” feat is insanely useful. Inversely this feat isn’t as useful for Kenku since you can already mimic voices more-or-less perfectly.

This feat is inherently situational but it’s beyond useful for the campaigns where it can be used. And again: it’s near-mandatory for a Changeling or a Warlock with the Mask of Many Faces invocation (or anyone who takes Eldritch Adept for Mask of Many Faces.)

7/10 - Mandatory for Changelings

Dragon Fear

See above.

Dragon Hide

See above. (How the hell this feat increases Charisma I have no idea.)

Elven Accuracy

See above.

Fey Teleportation

See above.

Fey Touched

See above.

Flames of Phlegethos

See above.

Resilient (CHA)

Gain proficiency in Charisma saving throws.

Charisma saving throws are extremely rare, and more often than not they’re more of the “don’t get to play the game” variety and less “die super bad and become a living vegetable” like Intelligence saving throws. Even if looking to round out uneven ability scores feats like Skill Expert and Telepathic are better.

3/10

Second Chance

See above.

Shadow Touched

See above.

Skill Expert

See above.

Telekinetic

See above.

Telepathic

See above.

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Summon the Wind, Fly

Summary: She took a deep breath, let it out, and jumped over the gate, summoning the winds to push her up. Almost without even realizing it, she had used the wind to push her up to the door of the manor.

Della could call to the winds and have it carry her to the clouds. It was almost as great as having her family back.

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Della knew she had long since lost control of the ship.

Which was both hilarious and ironic. Della Duck, best aerial pilot of her age, had finally bitten off more than she could chew when she jumped into the Spear of Selene and honest to god uttered the words, “It’s just a rocket ship. I’m just taking it for a test drive. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Let it be known that she had learned her lesson about tempting fate.

She hissed as she pulled at the controller, trying to steer it back into Earth’s orbit, hoping the field of gravity would pull her back. But the cosmic storm was messing with everything, including Uncle Scrooge’s frantic transmission as he tried to guide her back home. The transmission was cut short, and Della cursed loudly, still trying to bring the ship back to her control.

(She saw white mist at the edges of her vision and resolutely ignored it. She had far more pressing matters to attend to.)

“Come on, come on, come on,” Della hissed. “Please, I need to get back to my kids, please.” She begged for anyone, anything, with all her heart, to bring her back home safe and sound.

For a moment, it felt like she ship was finally following her order, dipping down for a split second, and Della’s hope soared. Then the cosmic storm hit mercilessly and she was swept away.

Bright white exploded in her eyes. Her ears caught the sound of a distant explosion, and she felt something rocking her down to her bones.

Everything went dark.

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Okay, so. The ship was pretty much wrecked, her leg was a goner and she had to cut it off herself, and she was stranded on the moon. On the bright side, her new metal leg was cool as hell, she was all for being a cool mom.

On the other side, well… everything.

But not all hope was lost. She would just keep sending transmissions to Earth; Uncle Scrooge was resourceful and she had high hopes the transmissions would reach him. There were manuals, too, and she was a Junior Woodchuck, between the manual and her training there had to be something she could do about rebuilding the ship eventually.

She chewed on the OxyChew, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.

(If white mist rose around her, she wasn’t aware of it.)

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Her sense of time was pretty much shot because she didn’t have the same day-night cycle anymore, but she estimated it happened around the third month.

She was making her way through the wreckage, and she was suddenly hit by the realization that she felt much more alive than she had been. The bright alertness of the adrenaline shot when she was caught in cosmic storm felt like it never truly left, with how aware she was of herself right now, but it felt wrong to call it adrenaline. More like her eyes was opened, like her senses broadened.

She made use of Moon’s gravity to jump up, and was surprised to see how much higher she jumped compared to usual. She looked down and paused when she noticed a trail of white mist she left in her wake, nearly impossible to see with Moon’s bright, silvery shine in the background.

How she floated, suspended by nothing in mid air, was a lot harder to miss.

Della lost control of it the moment she became aware of it. She fell to the ground, and only Moon’s forgiving gravity let her escape another injury.

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She learned about her ability, slowly but surely. Between rests and rebuilding, she willed herself to float, to jump higher, to flutter like leaf in the wind. In time, she managed to create wind of her own, and she used it to twist around herself and let her fly with a lot more speed, finesse, agility than she ever could with a plane.

She felt invincible. She felt alive.

And how ironic was it, that when she was most alone in a place where she shouldn’t even be able to live, that she felt most alive?

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“You shouldn’t have taken the Spear,” her inner voice, one that sounded suspiciously like Donald, hissed into her mind when she closed her eyes to sleep.

“Shut the fuck up, Inner Don,” she hissed back. She didn’t need to hear it; she knew it already.

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“Get the fuck away!” Della screamed when the Moon Mite attacked again. Plumes of white rose around her, and she shot like an arrow loosed from a bow, punching the mite in one of its oversized eyes.

It screeched in pain and ran off. Della stared at her hands, surprised that the flight she had managed to learn was even capable of being used this way.

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She never used her ability in front of the Moonlanders, not really. If they noticed her hanging in the air a little longer than what they consider normal, they didn’t say anything.

She mingled with the Moonlanders, telling them bits and pieces of Earth cultures when they showed her theirs, rebuilding the Spear little by little until everything was right, functional, swallowing her longing to go home all the while.

When the rocket was built fully, she swallowed another wave of longing. Not yet, not yet. It was untested, she was still helping the Moonlanders – she needed a little more time to make sure she would leave without regrets and get home safe and sound.

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She woke to the rocket readying itself for a launch and panicked immediately. Penumbra told her to go home, and Lunaris assured her the Moonlanders would build more Spears, and they would meet Della on Earth. With the countdown hunting her and her planet calling her home, Della shoved the Spear’s manual to Lunaris and let the rocket lock her in.

The moment she entered Earth’s orbit, she could feel the changes in herself. The gravity pulled on her, harsher than she was used to – Moon’s gravity was much lesser than Earth’s and she would need time adjusting to it – but at the same time, she felt lighter. Like the air was hugging her and pushing her up, like the clouds infused themselves into her bones and let her float, like the sky itself was pulling her up to fly forever. Her vision exploded in sunny, bright white with speckles of sky blue for a split second, and then she blinked the colors out her eyes, looking down to search for Duckburg among the ocean blue – and then, searching for Killmotor Hill.

The ship landed roughly at the base of the hill, not too far away from the main road and the bus stop. Della scrambled out, desperate to get back to the manor, and fought the gravity that was so intent in bringing her down. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt her limbs so heavy. With a grunt, and breathed out and let the power she had come to master envelope her, and her steps became lighter and she climbed up the hill, jumping and shooting forward with each gust of wind, leaving a trail of white cloudlike plumes behind her.

The gates of the manor stood as tall as imposing as ever. She stared at it, breathing deeply, letting the white that she summoned fade away.

“I’m home,” she whispered.

She didn’t see the Spear taking off again. She didn’t hear the hum of its engine, roaring through the atmosphere – the wind didn’t bring the sound to her. Her mind was solely focused on her kids, her family, and in her mind, the Spear might as well not exist anymore.

She took a deep breath, let it out, and jumped over the gate – or, at least, she tried to. Earth’s gravity clung to her mercilessly, and she growled and summoned the winds to push her up. With that, she jumped over the gate easily, and almost without even realizing it, she had used the wind to push her up to the door of the manor.

(She botched her first impression, because of course. But the point was that she was home, the kids were with her, she was back with Uncle Scrooge, she was back with her family, she was home.

The names were wrong, but that wasn’t important. They were her kids, and she loved them, whether their names were Jet, Turbo, and Rebel or Huey, Dewey, and Louie.)

The girl approached her, introducing herself as Webby, looking as touched as one could be at the family reunion, looking like she wanted to ask a million questions but unable to speak clearly. Scrooge coughed to hide his laugh.

“She’s Mrs. Beakley’s granddaughter. Donald called her his bonus kid,” Scrooge explained.

“Of course he would,” Della snorted, and she looked around. “Where is he?” She didn’t say about how much she missed him, how she longed for her twin, the person she revolved around just as he revolved around her, like planets caught in each other’s orbit. It must have shown anyway, because Webby immediately reassured her.

“He’s off on a relaxing, remote vacation,” she said. “He’s stress molting, and we thought it was best to get him to relax somehow.”

“Aaah, instead of welcoming back her sister. Must be nice,” Della said. Donald was a worrywart, though, a vacation would do him good. “Well, I guess I’ll have to wait until he gets back, then.” She jumped to her feet, excited to finally bond with her kids, and accidentally summoned the white plumes around her again. She bit back a curse and landed down on the floor again. She had kids now, she had to self-censor.

Dewey gasped loudly. “You can fly?!”

“Umm, yes,” Della answered reluctantly. “I still don’t know the full extent of what I can do.”

“You couldn’t fly before, what happened?” Scrooge asked.

“Well, one day on the Moon I kind of just realized I could float in the air,” Della explained. “And then I pushed that further and further, and now I can fly, sort of. It’s different here than on the Moon, though. I feel like my whole being is itching for a flight and it’s all so much more powerful than in space.” She held up her hand and twisted her hand, and a gust of wind blew Louie’s hood up. “Whoops. Sorry.”

“It’s no problem,” Louie answered, pulling his hood back down.

“Maybe we got it from her, after all,” Dewey said excitedly. “So it’s not a thing that just appeared out of nowhere, but it’s like, um…”

“Hereditary,” Huey finished for him. “We got it from Mom. But it’s different.”

“Boys, I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re talking about here,” Della interjected.

“Oh, um.” Huey fumbled around for a moment, then he looked down at his hands. Heat rose around him in alarming speed, then his hands caught fire. Della bit back on a surprise squawk, but it was clear that the fire wasn’t hurting Huey. If anything, he carried it like it was a small pet he was eager to show Della.

“Yeah, we each have something!” Dewey said, eyes twinkling. The air around him buzzed, and when he held up his hands, she could see blue-white light jumping from one finger to another – electricity. “See? Isn’t it cool? Come on, Louie, show her what you’ve got!”

Louie looked around the room as if in search of something. When he seemed to have found it, he stretched out his hand, and Della got the sudden impression that he was pulling something. A flash of gold flew and shot through the room, landing perfectly in Louie’s hand. He swung the golden khopesh with ease that spoke of experience. “I guess this one needs an explanation. I can control gold. Magica called me a gold-touched.”

“Who called you a what?” Della asked. This was getting a little absurd, honestly.

“Magica,” Louie repeated. “He called me a gold-touched. I guess it’s a term for someone with magic to control gold?”

“She also called Huey a flame-born and me a lightning-kissed,” Dewey said. “I think she also said something about you?”

“She said borne from a sky-called.” Huey tilted his head in thought. “I think she also mentioned something like a sea-called… it might refer to Uncle Donald?”

“Huh,” Della blinked, leaning back. She hadn’t thought of the possibility of her kids having powers. Granted, maybe she should have, with her being able to fly and all, but it just occurred to her that maybe her journey to motherhood wasn’t as typical as she thought it would be.

(But of course it wouldn’t be. She was a mother of a set of triplet, and she was born of the Duck and McDuck family. They were anything but typical.)

“Mom?” Dewey called, soft and hesitant. “This… this is okay, right?”

Her breath hitched for a moment, and she gathered all three of her kids into her arms. Huey’s flames dissipated the moment she reached out and Louie was quick to angle the khopesh to keep it from hurting anyone, but Dewey was a little late and she felt a jolt of electricity buzzing through the four of them for a split second. She ignored it and hugged them close. “Of course it’s okay! It’s more than okay. This is us, and I will never trade it for anything in the world.” She let go and grinned. “If anything, this makes us even cooler! Look at us here, having superpowers!”

“Yeah!” Dewey grinned back, instantly mollified. Della knew things were going to be hard, but maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as she thought it would be.

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Oh, yes. It was worse.

Her own recklessness had woken the Gilded Man and now it was hell-bent on destroying her family. Well, okay, she fucked up, and she was all for un-fucking her fuck ups, so she had to save her family and stop the Gilded Man somehow.

Her pride soared when she saw her kids bravely running about, catching the giant ape’s attention and slowly weakening it (and subsequently angering it, oh boy) with the horn Della had given them. Louie, the bright boy, had Huey fetch some tape and put together the three horns and threw it to Dewey, who easily threw them to Della, who was able to slip them inside and step on them and sound the horns at once. The Gilded Man began to crumble, and Della swiftly took off her metal leg and summoned wind to her air, flying up to the sky. Her eyes caught Louie, trying to push the gold away with his powers, but the Gilded Man was too big, too heavy. Its hand fell straight to him, and Della found herself screaming his name, shooting to him faster than she had ever flown.

She slammed to him bodily just as the gold hand fell on them, with Louie glowing brightly like the golden sun, speckled with emerald green. The hand stopped its trajectory and fell sideways instead of straight down, and Della peeked out when she heard it thump heavily to the ground. She blinked out the light in her eyes and realized Louie was still glowing gold.

“Louie,” she called softly. “Louie, can you hear me? It’s okay, we’re safe now.”

Louie looked up, and Della realized for the first time that his eyes looked like flat discs. The effect faded little by little as the golden glow dissipated, the glittering green disappearing, and Louie slumped forward a little, tears in his eyes. Della held his face in her hands and smiled.

He rushed forward and hugged her midsection. “Thank you, Mom.”

“No, thank you, Louie,” Della breathed into his ear. “You saved us both.”

Yes, her journey to motherhood sure was shaping to be a rocky one, but nothing could stop Della Duck. She was prepared for anything that was thrown to her.

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Okay, so her kids’ magic was apparently something she wasn’t exactly equipped to deal with, but that’s okay. She could learn.

Louie seemed to have his magic easily controlled, at least. He had sensing gold down pat and summoning his khopesh was child’s play to him, but controlling a large amount of gold at once seemed to drain him. Della tried to tell him to slow down, don’t burn himself out, and she was thankful that he was at least willing to listen to reason.

Huey, as well, had his own magic controlled to an extent, but when he was lost in thought or too emotional, heat haze would rise around him, and something would inevitably catch fire. On good days, it would be himself. He was pretty much fire-proof, and his clothing was never singed or anything, which was a good thing. But sometimes he would be holding to something – a map, a book, a pen – and the object instead would catch fire. But as long as he was aware of it, he was also quick to extinguish the flames.

Dewey proved to be the one most careless with his magic. He zapped basically everyone with his electricity, apologized and said to be more careful, and zapped the very same person in the very same breath. He was absentminded at best, and Della racked her brain trying to find a way for him to reign the magic in.

“Uncle Donald usually talks to me and hug me until the zapping passed,” Dewey said. He was frowning. “I thought the zapping’s not that bad. He can take it.”

Not for the first time, Della felt gutted. She was busy playing catch up to be able to care for her kids, and Donald had been doing it for a decade and he wasn’t here to teach her the ropes. He knew the kids so much better than she was, and that was so painfully obvious even to her.

It was weird, though. Dewey’s zaps were enough to make even Scrooge scream, sometimes, and Donald was able to take it? Was he even okay? Another thing she needed to ask him. Later, though, after he was back from his cruise.

“Maybe we should find someway else to help you deal with it,” Della said. “I don’t know about Donald, but I know I can’t take your electricity. Do you know how powerful it can get?”

“I don’t know,” Dewey admitted. He winced. “We, um, can find out?” he offered, but he didn’t seem too thrilled about it.

“No, no, we don’t have to,” Della assured. “It’s okay if you don’t want to find out. Now, let’s see… have you ever tried discharging your electricity somewhere safe?”

Dewey blinked. “Where?”

In the end, it turned out the best way they could deal with Dewey’s zaps was to bring him to an empty field and have him discharge his electricity into the ground. As it turned out, the buildup was what made him zap people, and having him exhaust the buildup helped tremendously.

It helped Dewey, but it made Della feel less, still, how she was still trying to give the boys all she could give and it still wasn’t enough.

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The sky felt like it was beckoning her, sometimes, calling her up to stay with the clouds and bask in unfiltered sunlight. She wondered, sometimes, if should float and never come back down if she didn’t have her kids – usually Dewey – calling her down for something. An adventure, a meal, a simple question.

They asked, once, how it felt like to fly. Her answer to that was to hug Huey in one arm, Louie in the other, have Dewey clinging to her back, and bring them up to the sky. Later, after they landed, Webby asked shyly if Della could bring her up to the clouds, too, and Della was more than happy to let her feel the wind up in the sky.

Mrs. Beakley yelled at them when they got down, but relented when Webby promised to bring parachutes if she ever went again. Mrs. Beakley then proceeded to shove more child-sized parachutes to Della’s arms, and Webby was soon teaching the boys how to use it. The next time Della brought them all on a flight on her back, they jumped off and used the parachute.

Della instructed them how to steer the parachutes as she floated on wind of her own making, and Dewey stared at her with stars in his eyes. “How do you know all this?!” he yelled, more because they were riding the wind and the noise made it hard to have their voices carry over.

“I wasn’t always able to fly like this, but I’m great at anything that requires a vessel to fly!” Della answered. “I’m boss when it comes to paragliding!”

“Teach us sometime so I can get a paragliding badge!” Huey requested.

“Sure! But let’s land first, okay?” She blew gentle breeze them down, and they concentrated on landing.

They landed safely at the backyard, and this time Scrooge was the one yelling at them. Della somehow managed to placate him by promising to fly him up, though, so that wasn’t really a problem.

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This was getting out of hand. Everything was.

The hurricane outside was getting worse, the flow of space-time was getting tangled, Beakley was missing, and Louie Duck was absolutely grounded. How did he even get the idea that stealing from time was a good thing? It sounded worse than her and Donald’s worst ideas combined, and that wasn’t even counting how Donald’s luck would put everything through a blender.

Pirates of all things were attacking her family, for god’s sake. Huey had long since abandoned his careful demeanor and had started throwing fire around just to keep their attackers off their backs, and Dewey was basically just punching lightning everywhere at this point. She should really have listened more to Beakley. Her feelings were in the proverbial blender right now, she was thrown back in time and she had to witness her kids disappearing in front of her eyes. Louie needed to learn that his actions had consequences and he could’ve hurt so many people.

It felt like he had stabbed a knife through her heart when he muttered venomously, “I wonder who I got that from.”

She sent him to his room after banning schemes and having him stop Louie Incorporated. She knew it was the right thing to do, but the knife in her heart felt like it was being twisted when she saw his retreating back.

(“You’re not doing this right,” her Inner Donald said to her quietly.

“Then how do I do it right?” she asked him back.

He didn’t answer.)

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It got sorted out, somehow, between Louie somehow managing to usurp both Glomgold and Scrooge’s riches and finally giving Scrooge his company back.

And then the Moonlanders attacked, because of course. Nothing ever went smoothly, with her family. It made her wonder if Donald’s luck was just something that was uniquely his or if it was actually a family curse that somehow ended up manifesting more clearly in him. Neither of them sounded like a good option, honestly.

“We can take them,” Dewey yelled, when they were discussing what they should do with Gyro, after seeing Lunaris had landed one of his ships above the manor. “They don’t know we have superpowers. And Uncle Donald mentioned magic not mixing well with technology, so that’s another thing in our corner!”

“Yeah, I doubt they would be prepared for three kids being able to use fire, lightning, and gold magic coming to them. Plus Louie could probably damage the ships, right? They’re gold,” Huey said, looking at Louie for confirmation.

Louie nodded and made some sort of smooshing motion with his hands. “It’ll take a while, but I can probably total the ships if I want to. Do they know you can fly, Mom?”

“I – I don’t think so,” Della said, mind reeling. Her boys wanted to fight? Right there, in the thickest of the danger, letting themselves walk right in the middle of the line of fire? She glanced in panic at Scrooge, and he seemed to be concerned, at least. That’s good, Scrooge’s Concern was usually Della’s Panic and Donald’s Absolutely Losing His Marbles In Fear. That meant her fear wasn’t irrational.

“Great, so we can go to town and just start burning, zapping, and crushing stuff,” Huey said. He opened his Junior Woodchuck book. “We should plan more, though. Hang on, let me check on battle strategy for a bit.”

“No!” Della yelped before she could stop herself, and she froze in place when the kids stared at her. “We, uhh… we should go find… find more reinforcement! Yes! There are a lot of Moonlanders and there are only so many of us. If we can get help, surely our chance of success will be better too!”

To her relief, Scrooge caught on quickly. “Ah, yes! Yes, that’s a good point, lass. I should be able to round up some more help here. Della, you and the kids go scour the globe for reinforcement. Perhaps Selene and Storkules would be willing to help.”

“Oh, yes! Ithaquack! Perfect place,” Della smiled. She exchanged meaningful gazes with Scrooge, and soon, they departed.

She would do anything to keep the kids safe – including Webby, because Donald was right, she was their bonus kid, as precious as the triplets were. She needed someplace she could keep them safe, and she didn’t care that they would think her a coward for it. Anything was better than letting them come to harm’s way.

“At least Don’s safe in a cruise,” Della muttered bitterly under her breath.

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Okay, so, Ithaquack’s fucked too. Fine. Okay. Fine. They could find someplace else safe. There had to be some uninhabited island somewhere that the Moonlanders overlooked. The Earth’s littered with it, anyway.

And also they’re being chased. Fuck.

And the kids found out they were there to run away. And they got shot. And the plane was downed.

Fucking hell. Was Donald’s bad luck contagious? It felt like it was.

It took Della’s all to channel her magic to summon enough wind to counter Earth’s gravity so she could keep them safe. The downside of it was that the brilliant white and sky blue was too bright, blinding her and taking away her vision, but it was fine – somehow, the wind enveloping the Cloudslayer gave her enough sense of where they were, and they managed to land relatively safely. It didn’t stop the plane from getting totaled, but they were alive, and that was what was important.

“We made it! We’re safe!” Della exclaimed when they set foot on the sand.

“And stuck,” Hewey pointed out. “You’d have to be pretty unlucky to be stranded here.”

So of course Donald of all people was stranded there.

(Oh man, he wasn’t safe in a cruise. He’d been stranded this whole time. How did they not know about this.)

They fought almost immediately after they set eyes upon each other – typical – but the overlaying deception of anger melted immediately to reveal the longing underneath, and they exchanged teary-eyed hug that seemed to last forever. The moment was ruined when his sculpted melon companion made appearance, and hoo boy was that weird.

“Has the melon been a thing the whole time I’ve been gone, or…?”

“No, that’s new,” Huey answered, and good, the kids were as concerned as she was. How long had Donald been stuck here, for him to get a melon that looked like Mickey of all people and start treating it like the actual Mickey? What were the chances of him actually finding a Mickey-shaped melon in the first place? Melon shaped like that shouldn’t even be able to grow in the wild, what in the world, Don.

And he was all for going back in the fray and danger and laser shots to bring the Moonlanders down. What the fuck, Don. And this was the Moon all over again! What even was going on! She was Della Duck and nothing stops Della Duck, but this – all this – the possibility of losing her family again, the Moonlanders attacking, Lunaris betraying her – she didn’t know if she wanted to be mad or scared or what and she just landed in bunk up in a deserted island and pray no one finds them. She hated this.

Louie pulled her out of her funk, and Fethry and Gladstone appeared, riding a giant purple krill. Somehow, the fact that they were riding a giant krill was a lot less painful to bear than the fact that Gladstone was eating Donald’s Mickey-placeholder. Fethry was always good with animals, after all, but this was their cousin eating Donald’s only companion while he was stuck in an island.

They all rode on Mitzy and braved the sea to get back to Scrooge. The sea was rough, but their course was true, and Della couldn’t help but notice how Donald kept glancing at the ocean every now and then, an unreadable look in his eyes. Maybe he was worried about slipping and falling into the sea, it wouldn’t be that weird for that to happen to him.

They reached Duckburg and saw it a frozen wasteland, a giant golden ship pushing Earth to orbit the Moon. They saw Lunaris holding their uncle hostage, and Della saw red.

“Lunaris, let go of my uncle,” Della demanded.

“And lose any potential advantage I might have?” Lunaris shot back as he tightened his grip on Scrooge’s collar. “I don’t think so.”

Della growled. “What is wrong with you?” she barked. “You helped me when I was in the moon. I thought we were friends! And then you turn around and do this?”

“Friends?” Lunaris asked back. His laugh was derisive. “Do you even hear yourself? Are you so foolish that you don’t even realize people can lie?” He levelled a cold gaze at her. “We are not friends,” he spat. “You are but a lowly Earthling. I am General Lunaris of the Moon. For you to even consider the possibility of us being friends is an insult to my name.”

Della recoiled feeling like she had been slapped. All this while she had thought she had been making friends but it was all just a lie. The very air stirred around her, white plumes materializing as it always did when she called to the very sky to her aid, thin but undoubtedly present. She narrowed her eyes at the Moonlander. “You lied to me. All this time, all you wanted to do was just to get here.”

“Oh, so you finally realized after all,” Lunaris said with a mocking smile. “I honestly thought it would take you longer to understand.”

Della took a deep breath. The air was cold, but she felt hot with raw anger. “I had high opinions about you,” she said. “You helped me in the Moon. Was that all a lie? All of it?”

Lunaris didn’t even hesitate. “All of it.”

Della felt something in her snap. The white plumes surrounding her strengthened as a sudden gust of strong wind blasted Lunaris in the face, making him flinch back while his cape was blown. He squinted at Della but made no move otherwise.

“I will give you to a count of three,” Della began, “and if by then you have not released my uncle, I will make you sorry for being born.” She narrowed her eyes at Lunaris. “One.”

“Do you honestly think that meager threat is enough to scare me?” Lunaris asked.

“Two!”

“I do not care for your countings, Della Duck.”

“Three!” Della paused, eyeing Lunaris closely. When he made no move to release Scrooge, she rushed ahead and jumped off Mitzy’s head. The wind carried her and she glided effortlessly like a feather riding on a breeze, for all intents and purposes weightless. Then she shot like an arrow to Lunaris, leaving a trail of white while her metal leg aimed at his head as she spun a kick. Lunaris dropped Scrooge to block her kick, and chaos reigned.

It didn’t take long for her to convince her kids to mess up the ship. While she summoned the wind to bring her to dance in mid air, she saw how Louie was able to crumple the ship like it was paper. Penumbra, of all people landed on ice on a smaller ship, immediately rushing ahead to throw a punch at Lunaris.

“Hi, roomie!” she cheerfully greeted Della.

“Penny! You came here!” Della greeted back, delighted that she was around, and that she wasn’t attacking her. At least someone wasn’t lying.

So of course Lunaris would declare her a traitor.

They fought side by side, and it was so much easier bringing Lunaris down like this. Penny seemed intrigued at her being able to fly, but she knew it wasn’t time to ask questions.

Mitzy’s massive legs fell from above, destroying the docks and smashing ice. Della could hear Donald reprimanding Fethry, but her attention was taken by her kids, who she could see were losing their balance in the ship while Louie clung to one of the ship’s legs to keep himself from falling. His khopesh had fallen and skidded away.

Lunaris took him prisoner, and Della’s blood ran cold.

“Stand back or I will stab him,” Lunaris threatened.

“This is rich coming from the guy who yelled I will not fall!” Louie yelled. He looked miffed that he was taken hostage at all, and Della had to suppress a laugh at that. Somehow, it was typical of their family’s trend, to be insulted that someone was keeping them hostage instead of feeling scared. Louie was so alike to Donald that way.

Lunaris frowned, clearly confused. “I have you at bladepoint. Don’t you realize what position you’re in?”

��Oh, sure, go ahead, get the guy who seems like he can’t defend himself and take him as hostage, why don’t you?” Louie grumbled. “If you’re so high and mighty I would’ve thought you’d think or a nobler plan.”

Lunaris’ frown deepened into a scowl. “I hope you realize I am perfectly capable of slitting your throat right now, if I so choose.”

This time, it was Huey who answered. “No you won’t,” he said, matter-of-fact, and his tone was dry enough to turn this frozen ocean into barren desert, and Della had to feel proud at that.

“You see, about that,” Louie spoke up again, “I’m sure you’ve seen my brother conjure fire and my other brother conjure electricity. You’ve seen my mom fly, too. Haven’t you considered I might have something up my sleeve, too?” With that, he lifted a hand and jabbed up, brightly shining gold with glittering green, eyes flat discs of gold, and the fallen khopesh lifted up on its own and slashed through the air to Lunaris.

The Moonlander moved to block the attack with his dagger, and Louie took advantage of the distraction by biting Lunaris’ hand so he’d be released. As Lunaris did in surprise, Louie shimmered brighter and made a pulling gesture. The dagger in Lunaris’ hand was ripped away and clanged to the ice.

“You filthy Earthling!” Lunaris spat. He slapped Louie backhanded, hard enough to send him reeling and falling to ice and landing on his face, the gold glow disappearing abruptly as the boy cried in pain. He grazed his cheek on a rough patch and came out with red welts. Della gasped, stomach lurching, and she felt the white plumes around her freezing its motions.

Lunaris wasn’t done. He marched with purpose, eyes locked at Louie. Louie, for his part, extended his hand and called to the dagger, once again shining gold as he motioned so the dagger moved according to his will. The dagger shot to Lunaris, but he simply slapped it away. He lifted his hand, a murderous glint in his eyes

Della yelled at Lunaris to stop, feeling desperate to save her kid, and her magic rose to the forefront. White mist escaped her beak as she breathed, and she could feel herself glowing, glowing, and her vision was starting to get overtaken by brilliant white and specks of sky blue, wind whipping around her and pulling at her hair, slapping at her cheeks.

Someone beat her to the punch. Seawater burst from cracked ice and rushed ahead like tsunami, effectively sweeping Lunaris off his feet and leaving Louie safe and dry. It rolled Lunaris over in its waves and pinned him down on ice, effectively drowning him mercilessly.

“Stop hurting my family!” Donald yelled at Lunaris, feral in every way Della could think of, looking even wilder than when they found him on that island. His whole being was glowing sea blue, and even so far away, Della could see his eyes had turned blue with specks of white, like rising wave, like the sea and its seafoam. She could feel his magic rolling off like waves, the sea singing its song and magic through Donald’s hands, and suddenly it all made sense, how Donald was less clumsy at sea, how Donald was the best person you could have to get you safely through naval voyage, how Donald was so at home among the deep blue like she was with the clouds. The power receded, and Lunaris sputtered on cold ice. Penny went ahead to put cuffs on him.

There was an alarming creak, and Della saw the golden ship careening down to hit Donald. Judging by the trajectory, it would hit Louie, too, and the kids were still inside.

“Look out!” Della yelled, releasing her magic as her sight whited out, but she couldn’t do much – Donald was only pushed back a little. She gritted her teeth, suddenly realizing that her power wasn’t much at all when she wasn’t really using it for flight, but her yell had done the job well. The people in the ship’s way scattered, and while Louie tried in vain to keep it upright, the whole ship was too heavy for him to bear. Dewey and Webby snagged him, and his golden glow dissipated, and the ship fell into the sea.

When the sea and the ice settled, Della rounded on Donald. “You can control water?!” she asked, almost insulted that he hadn’t told her about this. He’d seen her fly, in the island! The least he could do was tell her about what he could do!

“You can fly,” he protested, but he scooted back all the same.

“You never told me you can control water!”

“It never came up! And I can only do the sea! What am I supposed to say, anyway? Hi, Dell, remember how I always loved to be by the sea since we were little? That’s cause I can make some waterworks a little, no biggie!”

“That would have been better than radio silence!”

The argument was broken when Glomgold voiced his disbelief on what was happening – and really, that was rich coming from a guy who came up with the plan to attack a golden ship with sharks wearing parka, having Scrooge dress up and Santa (that was honestly cruel, that was absolutely crossing the line), getting Scrooge to gift him back his company, and having Beakley dress up as a boy to sling shot Launchpad dressed up as a rock into the ship.

Really, how were they the weird one when Glomgold was the one who came up with that?

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“Why didn’t you come home when you were in that island? You can control the sea,” Della asked after the whole thing started to quiet down.

“It wouldn’t let me,” Donald said. He let her lean into him and used his shoulder as a pillow as he leaned into her, propping his chin on her head. “The sea’s kind of possessive.”

“It’s sentient?”

“Not really? …kind of.”

“Huh.”

Donald nuzzled his cheek into Della’s hair. “I thought you were dead for ten years.”

“I sent transmissions.”

“We never received any.”

Her stomach churned with guilt. She didn’t know. “I’m sorry.”

She snaked her arms around his torso and hugged him tight. He hugged back, just as tightly, and they stayed like that for a while in their old room back in the manor, and she could feel things slowly settling back down into their family’s wacky sense of normal.

She was back, and she had all of her boys with her, and their family can do magic.

And she would fight Lunaris all over again to keep them safe and sound with her.

#ducktales #ducktales 17 #della duck #donald duck #scrooge mcduck #huey duck #dewey duck #louie duck #webby vanderquack #bentina beakley #magic au #basically everyone in this au have magic #ao3 #dt17 magic au

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Tactical Disadvantage || Morgan & Ulfric

Timing: Before the full moon

Parties: @big-bad-ulf & @mor-beck-more-problems

Summary: An unexpected guest crashes a sparring match. Morgan catches a lucky break.

When Ulfric had made arrangements with Morgan to start her combat training, he hadn’t expected to still be feeling the effects of the sudden fatigue that’d come over him, but that was all the more reason to brush up on his skills. Hunters wouldn’t wait until he was primed and ready to engage with them on his own, he had to be ready to face them at his weakest, and this was possibly the weakest he’d felt since he was a child, at least so close to the full moon. “Have you been practicing your approach?” He asked her as they arrived in the small wooded clearing on his property that would serve as their arena. “Care to show me?” He asked, walking to the centre of their makeshift ring. “Remember to trust your instincts. Go for the parts that tear easily, the guts, the eyes… the throat since most adversaries you’re likely to face will still need to draw breath. You have the advantage there, so use it. I’ll give you a three second head start.” His instructions finished, the wolf dug his feet firmly into the ground in a defensive stance and closed his eyes, awaiting her attack.

Morgan was only too relieved to drive over to Ulfric’s for another combat training session. She hadn’t been attacked since that one time in the woods, but she couldn’t help but be aware how much of that was pure luck. She needed to be ready for the next time, and knowing White Crest, that would be sooner rather than later. She followed him to the clearing on the edge of his property, grinning. “I have, as a matter of fact,” she said, grinning. “Maybe not wolf-stealthy yet, but I think you’ll be impressed.”

The wolf man closed his eyes and Morgan took the chance to give her best crouch. One foot directly in front of the other, eyes ahead, stay silent. She didn’t even need to breathe. One foot, then the other, creeping slowly until she was in lunging distance. She waited, still as death, and shot out from Ulfric’s flank, aiming a blow right for his kidneys.

Silence settled over the clearing and Ulfric smiled, impressed at Morgan’s progress, though it was quickly obliterated by a groan as she struck his side. Faen, she was strong. Stronger than he’d anticipated. A valuable insight, but one that couldn’t have come at a worse time, not when he wanted to keep the extent to which he was ‘under the weather’ under wraps. Still, there was more to coming out on top of a skirmish than strength. Quick reflexes, for instance, could mean the difference between life and death. Or unlife, as it was in her case. As her blow landed, he pivoted taking advantage of her uncontrolled moment to grab her by the throat. “Remember to get your hands back up as fast as you can after a blow to protect your face and neck,” He advised, holding her at arm’s length and using his additional height to keep her out of striking distance. “Even if your opponent’s unsure of what you are, decapitation is widely considered a safe bet.” Any other time he might have lifted her off the ground, to illustrate the lesson that leaving openings like that could lead to getting your head ripped off a little more clearly, but for now he just let her go. Perhaps Morgan would think he was going easy on her, but better she believed his weakness was of the sentimental variety rather than the physical. “Square up,” Ulfric commanded, backing up a few paces and raising his fists to the level of his eyes in demonstration. “Try to hit me again.”

Morgan was off her balance and in Ulfric’s grasp. She was strong, but her body had all the finesse of a bludgeon. Ulfric hadn’t broken a sweat picking her up, and with his long, burly arms, she could only flail cartoonishly at him. She gave him a pouting grimace and nodded, lesson learned. “Thanks for at least saving me my pride,” she said dryly. She rolled her muscles and squared up again, fists raised. Between Remmy and Mina, she’d learned a lot (and hell, she might need it sooner than later if the plan to get Remmy out of that awful place worked the way it was supposed to), but she hadn’t gone up against anyone as big as Ulfric before. She raised her fists near her eyes and steadied herself with a breath. She could be sharp. She could be swift and calm. That was how it worked, right? Jaw set with determination, she struck out towards him, poised to snap back into place just as quickly.

Ulfric watched for the angle of her swing, and dodged out of the way of her fist just in time. See? He could remember how to do this if he focussed, remember how to evade and defend instead of just relying on his fortitude to allow him to take hits while he got up close enough to strike a finishing blow. He was just out of practice, having gotten away with slacking on the defensive front since the sudden growth spurt at 16 that had left him tallest and broadest of his siblings by a wide margin. The werewolf let loose a swing of his own, but she had already moved back into position to block, and his hand collided with hers with a resounding crack followed by a… rumble? Alright, he definitely wasn’t responsible for that part. Stumbling backwards as the ground of the clearing shifted and split open, Ulfric just managed to call out, “Behind you, Morgan, look out!” before a long, multi-jointed leg with a serrated edge and coarse covering of hair along it’s sleek black exoskeleton extended towards her.

Morgan leapt to the side and whirled on her new opponent. “These again?” She shrieked. The spider monster (its name was something that sounded like churro, right?) hissed and spat its venom. “Shit!” She tugged on Ulfric’s sleeve, trying to pull him back. “P-poison! I mean--venom! The thing--venom!” She put her arm in front of him, ready to block a shot from the spider’s mouth with her body if need be. But--shit, was she even immune to that stuff? The question came to Morgan just as the giant spider whirled on them, hissing at having missed its target. Morgan’s fingers itched to unleash her alchemy, but this was not going to be anything like last time. “Run!” She called. And sprinted off, hoping Ulfric would follow. They were near water, right?

Run?! The last time Ulfric had run away from a fight was… never. If the circumstances had been different, he might have held his ground to buy Morgan time. But without the necessary strength to snap off one of the spider’s limbs and beat it with it, staying was just likely to result in a face full of the poison or venom or whatever the correct term was for foul liquid oozing from the creature's mouthparts. Jumping back at Morgan’s yell just in time to miss a sprayed mouthful of said liquid, he let groan in frustration at being forced to turn his back on a foe and took off running after her. With his longer strides he soon caught up to her at the edge of the wide creek that split the forest of the outskirts in two. “Get across to the other side!” He yelled over the rush of the water as he started to ford his way across, sparing a glance at the spider behind. It gave chase with surprising speed, but its precarious, spindly legs would hold no traction against water’s flow.

Morgan pounded her legs against the forest floor, running in zig zags to avoid getting smacked against the floor. Was she wasting time trying to breathe right? Was it even worth it with her stupid, short little legs? Moran tried to lift her legs higher, move faster. The air was roaring in her ears, she could barely hear Ulfric direct her. She barely heard the spider hiss and spit at them again. She turned back to look, hearing her mother’s voice in her head the whole while (never look back when you’re being chased!) and saw the spider click and hiss and ready another spray of venom just in time to leap onto a tree trunk just shy of the water. Morgan didn’t stop to think about the tactical merits of this. She scrambled up, tearing her hands and legs as she went, realizing when she’d reached a good heavy branch that the spider could also climb. “Fuck!” She screamed. “Uh, keep going!” She called to Ulfric, and prepared to fling herself as close to the water as she could. She really shouldn’t have chickened out of diving lessons.

Ulfric turned at the panic in Morgan’s voice, expecting to find her in the water behind him but instead seeing her half dangling out of the tree, with the spider scrambling up behind her. He considered turning back, but the rushing water battered against his threatening to knock his feet out from under him at any moment. Reluctantly, he pushed through the current to the other side, hauling himself up the opposite bank where the stable ground would allow him to be of more aid. “Let go, I’ll be here to pull you out!” The werewolf yelled back at her, sitting on the bank, and reaching out of the water towards her. The spider had scuttled up the branch Morgan had climbed onto, bending slightly downward towards the creek with their combined weight. Ulfric could just make out the wet clicking noise emanating from the overgrown arachnid that signalled another wave of venom was about to be unleashed. “Now, Morgan!” He pleaded with his words and his eyes, gesturing her urgently towards him in case the sound was lost among all the noise and the chaos.

Morgan leapt, screaming one more loud, drawn out “fuck!” with no sense of stealth or anything else. She heard the venom hiss through the air and pedaled her legs through the sky as she sank sudden and hard as a rock. Water flooded Morgan’s body and she flailed with a flurry of panic. Maybe she’d been hit. Maybe this was it. She would sink and be eaten slowly, and maybe she would regrow and be okay in a day or two but maybe she wouldn’t, shit, maybe-- Morgan’s feet hit the riverbed and she pushed herself up, kicking for dear life. She surfaced, coughing up water she’d swallowed. She reached for Ulfric’s waiting arm and scrambled to shore. Behind her, the spider monster was testing the waters, struggling on its feeble legs to follow her and still spitting and hissing with frustration. Morgan raised a hand to block any that crossed the distance and--nothing. She looked up at Ulfric, and then down at her body again. She hadn’t been hit once, but twice over. “Well…” she coughed. “Huh.”

‘Huh’ just about covered it, Ulfric thought, as he crouched, breathing heavily on the side of the creek. “Are you hurt?” He asked, looking her over in concern. It didn’t appear that any of the venom had touched her, but there was still the possibility that she’d been injured in the fall and subsequent struggle through the water. Staggering to his feet, he scooped up a rock at the creek’s edge and lobbed it in the spider’s direction, prompting the creature to scuttle backward to avoid it. “Let’s go, we’ll head a bit further into the trees on this side where that thing can’t see us, then we can cross back further downstream,” he suggested, offering his arm to her, to hoist her up or help her walk if needed. He wasn’t sure how long his strength would last if he had to carry her, but what he currently lacked in that he made up for in stubbornness, so he would try. “I wish I could say there was some sort of lesson to be learned here,” the werewolf continued as they made their way deeper into the forest out of view of the hissing overgrown pest. “But I can’t think of anything, other than that it’s best not to question it when the wheel of fate it spins your way, just take your lucky breaks where you can get them.”

Morgan staggered to her feet, brushing the river grime off her legs. “Ew…” She scraped a handful of something shiny and sticky from her calves. It was thin like mucus with a weird, tint that reminded her of the poison extracts her mother worked out of plants. “Uuh…” She rubbed it off her hands and onto the ground but Earth there was...a lot of it. If the substance was what she suspected, she was coated in at least a few sprays worth. She hadn’t been lucky, just...immune. Well, that put a whole other spin on her running and screaming like an idiot. She could’ve waltzed right into the water for all the harm that would’ve happened to her. She had wondered if it was possible, but it was different, feeling protected by her new body for a change. “Right,” she said. “I guess fate has a sense of humor sometimes after all. Gotta appreciate it when the punchline doesn’t kill you.”

#tactical disadvantage #wr ulfric #wr chatzy #wr ulfric chatzy #wr #wickedswriting

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i-am-my-opheliac · 6 years ago

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49 :)

49. “If you can’t sleep…and I can’t sleep…that obviously means we have to have sex.”

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Phil isn’t exactly surprised to find Dan in the lounge, body half buried underneath his fluffy grey blanket that he loves so much. He is surprised, however, that Dan seems to not notice him, eyes glued to the screen of his phone, far too bright for the darkness of the room.

He isn’t sure why, but neither of them have turned the lights on, he realizes belatedly as he takes another step towards the sofa, the sound muffled by the fuzzy socks he’s wearing.

Dan is either too focused on his game or is ignoring him, because he isn’t turning around to greet Phil like he usually should. The latter option is somewhat irritating to Phil.

“Dan,” he calls, and maybe his voice is slightly higher than usual, almost edging on accusatory. There’s no reason for it, Dan isn’t doing anything wrong besides being awake at 4am doing God knows what in the dark, almost like he’s hiding.

He feels a particular kind of satisfaction at the way Dan jumps on the sofa, clearly startled by the sudden appearance of Phil in the room. But there’s a different kind of satisfaction that starts to make its way in Phil’s body as the blanket wrapped around Dan’s body lowers in just the right way, showing off the dip of his naked collarbone. His skin is almost glistening, giving off an almost ethereal vibe that Phil knows is due to his sleep muddled brain and nothing else.

Still. He enjoys looking - he enjoys doing even more than looking from time to time.

“Phil!” Dan’s voice brings him back to the present, although not enough to completely deviate the route of his train of thoughts, his name falling from Dan’s lips a far too familiar sound, especially this late at night. “You scared me to death.”

He licks his lips, taking another step into the room, feeling almost predatory. “Sorry. I thought you heard me.”

Dan is looking up at him with his eyes squinting, a pensive look on his face. What is he seeing, Phil wonders, what kind of desire is written all over his face?

“I was engrossed in my wikipedia browsing,” he says, showing the website page as if to prove his point. He doesn’t have to, Phil believes him nonetheless and it’s not like he could say anything even if Dan was lying.

But it still feels like Dan was hiding from him, snuggled up in his sad pimp blanket a whole storey above their bedrooms, seeking out the alone space of the lounge they usually share instead of crawling into Phil’s bed like he usually does.

Phil feels cheated, for some reason, as if he’s lost some kind of opportunity without even knowing what is was.

“I think we should have sex.” It’s what he says, out of nowhere, words leaving his mouth before his brain can even process them. It’s not like he wasn’t thinking about it - it seems like part of him is always thinking about it whenever he’s around Dan, inhaling his scent and reveling in the way his body feels against his, whether it’s the touch of a shoulder or a familiar hand wrapped around him.

Dan blinks, clearly taken aback by the sudden proposition. “I’m sorry, what?”

“If you can’t sleep…and I can’t sleep…that obviously means we have to have sex.” Phil shrugs, as if there isn’t much to it, as if his fingers aren’t tingling with the need to thread in Dan’s curls and tug at them to bring him close, as close as he needs.

The silence between them stretches for a few seconds, Phil staring defiantly into Dan’s eyes, observing the blue reflection of the screen that turns the warm brown into an artificial colour that he isn’t quite used to, waiting for Dan to sort through whatever objection he might want to come up with before agreeing. It isn’t that weird of a proposition, not really. They have sex for all kind of reasons, and sometimes for no reason at all besides the fact that it feels good and they know how to please each other in ways that no one else understand.

Phil knows this, because he’s tried over the years, without any success. Dan, apparently, has given up way before he did.

“Obviously,” Dan says, finally breaking the silence, a grin starting to show on his lips and making his dimple pops out. “Well, come here then.”

There might be a sigh leaving Phil’s mouth as he takes the final steps that separate him from the sofa, replacing the blanket with his own body, the entire length of him covering Dan. Neither of them seems to mind, not when their crotches align with practiced ease, Phil’s already half hard dick pressing deliciously with Dan’s still soft one.

He doesn’t mind that he seems to be more into this than Dan, not when e knows that it only takes his lips latching on that particular spot on Dan’s neck for his cock to harden, stretching out the star wars pajamas that he’s wearing - because Dan doesn’t fuss around when it’s just the two of them, doesn’t feel self conscious about showing himself less than put together to Phil. Because he knows that Phil will still want him, nevertheless.

And Phil is eager to prove that point over and over, his hand sneaking into Dan’s pants to wrap around his hardening cock, his own hips grinding down at the feeling of smooth warm skin in between his fingers, sweat and precome easing the way of his strokes.

“Do you think we should talk about this?” Dan asks between a whimper and another, head thrown to allow Phil to suck on his neck as much as he wants.

Phil knows what he’s asking, but he still feels compelled to reply with, “about what?”

There’s the friction of Dan’s thigh pressing against his own cock as his stroking elicits a strong reaction out of him, hips thrusting upward in the chance to get a bit more.

“About why we keep finding the stupidest reason to fuck each other.”

Phil barely lets Dan finish his sentence before he’s angling his face in just the right way for their lips to meet in a kiss that has no finesse, simply the hungry chase of two people that want nothing more than to pleasure each other.

He swallows Dan’s moan, teeth biting at the already ruined bottom lip, almost like he’s punishing him for daring to suggest such a thing - no matter the way his heart skip a beat at it.

“Yeah,” it’s Phil’s reply, breaking the kiss to watch Dan’s face as he teases the tip of his cock with his thumb, enjoy the way his eyes darken and his hips thrust with a bit more purpose. “Later.”

They keep that promise, eventually.

#phanfic #prompts #phanfiction

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parkapetrs · 6 years ago

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in the middle 02 | college!peter parker x reader

summary: in which you and a shy awkward boy named peter parker waltz in the gray area between friends and lovers

word count: 2.5k+

PARTS: 01 02 03 04 05

02: back and forth

Midterms week came and went with no sign of him. Ever since the night of Liz Toomes’s party, you find yourself constantly searching the halls for the curly-haired brunette. Each skinny boy donning a flannel is suddenly Peter Parker until they turn to ask if you are okay or why you’re staring, pulling you out of your trance.

By the time the last day of exams rolled in, you’ve learned to accept your little obsession. Why were you so intent on finding him, anyway? What were you even going to say?

Truth is, you and your pride will always go hand in hand. He had already piqued your interest that day by the lockers through his demeanor: shy with just the right amount of mysterious. In a way, you wanted to top that. The final nail in the coffin was seeing his boyish figure in all its awkwardness, standing in the middle of your apartment that night and looking so out of place it made you think of an elephant in a toy store. Not to mention you were standing before him in your most vulnerable getup, yet he was the one flustered and at a loss for words. You are determined to give him a second first impression…one where you are fully-clothed.

MJ saunters into the living room, lazily drying her hair with a towel. She is wearing a rock band t-shirt with tight black jeans. You remember her telling you she is ‘getting the hell out to day-drink’ once exams are over.

“Y/N, Peter was here last week, no?”

“Huh?” You don’t really pay mind to her from your spot on the couch. Your attention is elsewhere, undivided and focused on the paperback novel in your hands. It’s always so refreshing to finally be reading text not related to school.

“I asked Peter to drop me off.” A pause. “Or did you not notice…?”

Oh God. It’s happening. There is no one you know to be wiser than MJ. Of course she knew about what happened in this very room. Of course she knew of your newfound interest in her friend. You struggle to think of something to say to salvage a bit of dignity. In the end, you pretend not to hear her.

When you don’t reply, MJ sighs. She knows better than to interrupt you while your nose is buried deep in a book. “No matter. He left his keys here. Will you give it to him if you see him?”

You try to sound as nonchalant as you can. “Sure.”

“Well, I’m off. See ya!”

Once the door closes shut behind MJ, you jump out of the couch and run to the marble countertop for Peter’s keys. You note the abundance of keychains, mostly from different fandoms you’ve never heard of. There is one keychain you instantly recognize: the ‘A’ that symbolized the Avengers. The only two keys in the keyring were labelled ‘Home’ and ‘Stark’ in scrawly boyish handwriting. You remember his internship back in high school, something MJ had once said in passing.

The reality of the situation hits you after a beat: he needed his keys to get back home! Is that why you didn’t see him all week? What if he never even made it home? You grab the keys and rush out of your apartment. You had to find Peter quickly.

You stop in your tracks. Will it even matter? Even MJ was lax about it. It’s been a whole week without his keys. You’re sure he’s either fine, or dead. In any case, returning the keys now won’t change anything. The pace of your walk directly reflects the erratic state of your mind. When you finally step out of the apartment lobby, you take a deep breath and collect yourself: MJ trusted you to get Peter’s keys to him, and so to Peter the keys will go. You vaguely remember seeing posters for some film-viewing event earlier in school and you know for a fact Ned Leeds is an organizer for it. If there’s somewhere Peter might be today, it‘ll be at the university.

When you get to campus, you roam for a good five minutes until you reach the back. You immediately spot Ned, wearing a ridiculously bright yellow cap backwards. He’s by the back of a building, alone, and helplessly lugging around two tall stacks of plastic chairs.

“Hi, Ned!”

Ned huffs, obviously tired from the demanding physical activity. He smiles when he sees you. “Hey, Y/N! Here for the film viewing?”

“Not really,” you say. You decide to help and take one of the two stacks of chairs. He thanks you and the two of you walk alongside each other as you push the chairs forward. “I’m looking for Peter. Do you know where he is?”

He freezes momentarily. “Um… he just left. Like, literally just now.”

“Oh, well—“

Suddenly you feel the wind cutting through around you, or above you. It‘s strange and new, seeing you’re currently at an isolated part of the campus where it was all brick buildings on brick pavements. No tree or car or human being nearby to direct the wind in this direction.

“Yo, Ned!”

You whip your head up and you immediately feel your entire body shake with excitement and awe. Perched on top of a building is a famous masked Avenger in all his red and blue glory. There is no doubt that that is Spider-Man.

Beside you, Ned looks frantic. In your moment of admiration, you don’t notice him nervously and repeatedly gesturing ‘cut it out’ to the hero. You can’t help but keep your eyes on Spider-Man, who you were secretly a big fan of. From the distance, you can see the whites of his suit’s eyes widen. The air is awkward and silent as the three of you stare at each other, each feeling a different emotion. Spider-Man says a hurried “bye” then just as suddenly as he appeared, he shoots a string of web and swings out of the scene.

“Holy shit! Did you—Was that—Oh, my god! You know that guy?” The pitch of your voice is noticeably higher; you are practically squealing at Ned.

Ned scratches the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah, sure. Kinda.”

“Oh, my god! Ned Leeds, you need to introduce us.”

He laughs. “Weren’t you looking for Peter?”

“Right. He left something at our place last week. Do you know where he is?”

“He’s uh… at his apartment.”

“Can I have directions?” Ned tells you the way and it really shows that he’s not good at giving directions at all. You end up just asking what the closest landmark is. He says it’s right beside the bank. You know immediately.

“Thanks, Ned! I should probably go there now.”

“Wait, no! I-I mean, do you think you can help me bring these chairs to the quad first?”

oOoOo

The sky is orange and tinged with pinkish hues by the time you get a moment to catch your breath. Somehow, you ended up assisting Ned and the rest of the committee throughout the preparations: from lining up the chairs into neat rows to setting up the projector and sound system. You sit on the front steps of the arts building, overlooking the quadrangle. The place is decorated with fairy lights. There are a few bean bags strategically arranged around a large white screen. With the setting sun, everything is gold and magical—the four hours of work actually paid off.

A few feet away, Ned and a tall senior guy—presumably the president of the organization—are deep in conversation. You walk towards them and smile at the senior, then tap Ned’s shoulder. “I‘ll get going.”

“Y/N! Thank you so much for your help.” Ned pulls you into an embrace. You don’t even know why you were helping them out in the first place, but he was so stressed out and persistent earlier that you just had to. The two of you weren’t particularly close but you hug back anyway, feeling his sincerity. He really seems like he needed the extra hand.

When you get to Peter Parker’s floor, his keys are jingling loudly as you anxiously play with them. You spot the door with his unit number on it and knock twice. You hear absolutely nothing from inside. You knock again, this time calling out his name. A minute passes and you still don’t hear anything. You’re about to leave when you hear what sounds like a window opening and closing loudly.

“Anyone home?” you call.

“Just a minute!” A muffled voice, but definitely Peter’s. You hear footsteps approaching and the door flies open.

“Hey— Y/N?”

Peter’s hair is disheveled but the most striking thing is seeing him in just checkered boxers and shirt only partly on. He turns a deep shade of pink and hurriedly pokes his other arm through the remaining sleeve. Awkwardly, he clears his throat and smoothens his white shirt that is now fully on. His lips part and then close, unsure of what to say. You look at each other quiet and wide-eyed.

“I thought you were May… I-I’m so sorry—“

“Hey, at least now we’re even.”

Surprisingly, a smile cracks on his face and he slowly starts to laugh. You didn’t mean for it to be funny at all but his laughter is so contagious you can’t help but join him. You expected your next encounter with Peter Parker to be a series of embarrassing moments— this is definitely not what you were preparing for.

Peter’s awkwardness with you seems to have dissipated, owing to your little moment. Or probably to the leftover adrenaline from whatever he was doing prior to greeting you, since he was breathing heavily like he just got back from some wild goose chase.

He opens the door wider and you let yourself in. Peter excuses himself and retreats to his room. He emerges back out with his pants on and hair slightly more tamed.

“So, Y/N,” he moves to the kitchen, scanning his fridge for a drink he can offer his unexpected guest. You stand in his living room, just observing your surroundings: the carpeted floors, the myriad of picture frames. “To what do I owe the honor?”

“Just here to return your keys. Heads up!”

You toss his keys in his direction and Peter’s left arm shoots out, catching it without missing a beat. He didn’t even look up from the fridge. That is just amazing reflexes, you admit to yourself.

“Thanks. Good throw, by the way,” he smiles at you. Then without warning, he throws a water bottle in your direction. You’re able to catch it too, but with both hands and considerably less finesse. “For your troubles.”

You sit on the couch while Peter leans against a nearby wall. “My aunt is on holiday. Three weeks in Japan. She’s supposed to be back this week so I thought it was her when you knocked,” he explains. You apologize for delivering the keys so late—then proceed to blame it on MJ—and ask how he managed to get back that night if no one was home.

“I climbed to my window here at the sixteenth floor,” he deadpans. You laugh at the joke.

The two of you waddle in small talk for a few minutes until the pauses in between grow longer than the dialogues. It‘s getting awkward again. Your watch reads 7:45pm; it’s time to get up. You tell Peter you have to go.

Unbeknownst to you, Peter is cursing himself for being the world’s most boring conversationalist. He holds the door open and thanks you for the keys. He watches you walk away, feeling very frustrated with himself. His thoughts are racing now and in a rare moment of bravado, he finds himself grabbing his hoodie from the coat hanger and shutting the door.

He doesn’t know what he’s doing. Only that he’s jogging after you despite his mind’s protests.

“Y/N, wait up!”

You stop and turn to him.

“Is it okay if I walk you home?” He looks so small from afar, standing in the middle of the hallway. “It’s just—it gets really crime-ey at this time. I, uh, feel like it’s on me if you get mugged… you know?”

oOoOo

Between you and Peter is a decent and respectful amount of distance as you tread the sidewalk. In contrast to the heat from this afternoon, the cold air nips at you and you try not to shiver so obviously. You can tell Peter is cold too despite his hoodie since his hands are buried deep in his pockets. The journey back to your apartment started out quiet and full of dead air—the events of today drained you too much to make conversation—until Peter speaks.

“Um. So. Where are you from? If-If it’s okay to ask.”

It’s so sudden it catches you by surprise. By now you already know Peter isn’t much of an initiator or a smooth talker, at least not to people he didn’t know very well. So this comes across as a great deal to you.

“Ah, he speaks!”

You talk about your city and the two of you start to warm up now that the ice has been broken. You find that you have the same humor and like the same things: science, comic books, and grilled cheese sandwiches, among others. You fall into a rhythm of asking each other questions and playful bantering. By the time you reach your own apartment’s doorstep, he has you doubled over in laughter.

“There’s no way you got MJ to sign up for ballet!”

“She was so mad when she found out what it was really for—I think she still is—but she went to every class anyway…”

You open the door and the first thing that greets you is the devil herself—MJ with a big fat smirk plastered on her face and her arms folded over her chest.

“Had a good time, you two?” she winks.

“Just doing your chores for you, babe.” You dangle your own keys in front of her face as a friendly reminder. She playfully tries to snatch it out of your grip but fails.

MJ directs her attention to Peter and pouts. “How come you never walk me home?”

“I literally just did that last week.”

“Eh. You only did ‘cause there was something in it for you.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about… still hungover?” Peter presses a hand to MJ’s forehead, pretending to check her temperature. She swats his hand away.

“Whatever.” But there is a knowing smile playing on her lips.

You thank Peter for walking you home and he tells you you owe him now for saving you from the criminals of Queens. The two of you laugh, leaving MJ lost and confused.

“Well, goodnight, guys,” Peter says to both of you girls.

“Night, Parker!”

“Night, Peter.”

MJ closes the door behind her then grabs you by the shoulders. She has on a look of solid amusement which kind of creeps you out. “How the hell did you get him to do all that?!”

Back at his place, Peter can’t stop smiling to himself. He sings happily while he makes a quick dinner, still feeling very elated for having gained a new friend.

A/N: yaaaay! consider this chapter to be the entrance to fluff island lol. also, my ask is open for any suggestions or prompts or requests to be included to the taglist ;) see you guys in a few days for the next update~

@youllbemineandillbeyours @deadlyaffairs @melancholyandemotional @alexalltimelow @hbmoore1986

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blueboxesandtrafficcones · 7 years ago

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Hot Tub Hijinks

This was a nonny request from the Super Sappy Prompt List - #16, why haven’t you kissed me yet?

TenTooxRose, smut. NSFW.

@doctorroseprompts for TenToo’s Day, @timepetalscollective because I’m pretty sure by the end, the Doctor’d be describing her as a BAMF. @dwsmutfest for bikini.

Rose watched with amusement as the Doctor splashed aimlessly. Her parents and brother had left for the weekend forty-five minutes earlier, and she had wasted no time in getting the Doctor into the hot tub.

She’d made it out to the pool area first and was already submerged by the time he appeared. All it took was one look to realize he’d missed the subtext of her invitation; he’d appeared in TARDIS-blue swim trunks covered in yellow plastic ducks, carrying snorkeling gear. He’d been slightly affronted when she’d burst into laughter, waving him forward.

Ditching the gear he’d eased into the hot water, sulking all the while. He was in up to his shoulders now, sitting against a jet and making waves with his hands while still paying her no mind.

“How long are you going to ignore me?” Rose asked, not bothering to hide her laugh.

“How long are you going to laugh at me without explaining why?” the Doctor shot back, and she bit her lip.

“Doctor, I didn’t go to all this trouble for us to swim,” she explained, and he finally looked at her.

“What trouble? And if we’re not here to swim, what’re we out here for?” His confusion was clear, and she smiled at his innocence.

“Come here, love,” she invited. He was next to her in seconds, and she held out her arms for a hug.

He acquiesced, pulling her tightly to him for only a moment before jumping back. “Rose!”

“What now?” Exasperated, Rose watched as he slammed his eyes shut and spun around.

“You- you-” he stuttered, one hand over his eyes while the other waved through the water.

“Doctor?”

“You seem to have, er, lost… something,” he said vaguely, and her brow furrowed, looking around.

“Don’t think so?”

He whined slightly before stage-whispering, “Rose, I think you’ve lost your top.”

Rose burst into giggles and the sound made him turn back, though his eyes were still covered. “What’re you laughing for?”

“Oh, Doctor,” she sighed, moving forward to wrap her arms around him, pressing their chests tightly together. “You can’t lose something you weren’t wearing.”

He tensed in her arms, eyes opening to frown down at her. “What?”

“I wasn’t wearing a top when I got in,” she patiently explained, and rather than providing insight, it just further confused him.

“Why? But I can see your…” he trailed off, gaze dropping momentarily to her breasts before darting back up to her eyes. “This human body is only a few weeks old, and I’m still learning how to control it. I can’t promise to keep my hands to myself,” he worried, and she smiled up at him.

“Doctor, that’s the point.”

“What is?”

“You’ve been here weeks, you’ve done a remarkable job of keeping your hands to yourself, and quite frankly I’m tired of it.”

“Well, maybe I’m not interested,” he sniffed, looking over her head.

“That might be slightly more convincing if you weren’t pressed so tightly against me,” she teased, pushing her hips forward against his, where his interest was beginning to grow obvious.

“I didn’t want to be further in your personal space than you wanted,” he admitted, and she pressed a kiss to his chest.

“Doctor, that’s sweet,” she said earnestly, before turning mischievous. “But I want you as far in my personal space as you can get.”

It took a moment, but the double entendre made his eyes widened comically as he stared down at her. “You mean…”

“Obviously I’m doing a poor job of it, but I’m trying to seduce you,” she explained, rubbing her hands over his shoulders and biceps.

“All the way?”

She nodded, leaning forward to pepper kisses along his collarbone as her arms slipped down to circle his hips, sliding just under the waistband of his swim shorts.

“Are you sure?”

“I didn’t send Mum, Dad, and Tony away for the weekend so we could pillow fight without being interrupted,” she joked, dipping her mouth down to lave at one nipple. He groaned at that, hips jerking against her. The feel of him growing against her sent a jolt of desire through her, and she grew damp in her bikini bottoms.

“You planned this?” His hands had begun to roam her back, creeping ever closer to her bum without going for it.

“If you still need time that’s fine and we can wait, but if you’re just waiting for me… well, haven’t we waited long enough?” Rose pulled back to look up at him, and returned the grin when he smiled.

“I suppose,” he sighed theatrically, one hand coming up to brush her hair out of her face as they swayed slightly in the water. The other firmly cupped one bum cheek.

“Doctor?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

He frowned, before realizing that she was right. “I haven’t, have I?”

The Doctor dipped his head, lips hovering a breath from her own for several seconds before he pressed them together.

Her reaction was immediate, as though someone had set off fireworks as desire tore through Rose. They’d certainly kissed often enough since his arrival, and spent every night cuddling together. There’d been plenty of long, arousing snogs that had warranted cold showers.

This surpassed them all.

Rose was instantly lost in the pleasure of him, how expertly he kissed her. This was a man with no reason to hold back any longer, and he was giving it his all. He slowly backed her up against the edge of the tub, turning so he could sit on the underwater ledge before pulling her across his lap.

She went willingly, straddling him with a whimper when her hips settled perfectly against her own. He was deliciously hard, and she shifted until his tip pressed against her clit through their swim bottoms.

The Doctor broke the kiss to groan deeply, hands tightening around her waist to pull her harder against him. “You feel so good,” he muttered, and she laughed breathlessly.

“Right back at you.”

They began to rock together slowly, increasing the pressure until she was bouncing on his lap, and they were panting and sighing in each other’s ear.

“We should go to bed,” he moaned lowly in her ear but she shook her head frantically, concentrating on her movements.

“No, want you here,” Rose whimpered, eyes sliding shut as the pleasure built.

“Gotta be inside you,” he argued, and in response she reached down and deftly untied the bows on her hips, pulling her bottoms away and letting them float off.

“Go on, then,” she encouraged, but he shook his head, still guiding her movements against him.

“Bad idea – air embolism,” he managed, face screwing up as he fought against release.

“Fine,” Rose muttered, scrambling back off his lap and heading for the steps to the hot tub.

“Rose!”

She stepped onto the first step before leaning over the railing. She glanced back at him over her shoulder, wriggling her bum. “Well come on!”

He got the idea then, surging across the tub as he fought to lower his trunks. Stepping behind her, feet flat on the floor, he lined himself up and sank right in.

“Oh, fuck,” Rose moaned, almost bending in half over the railing. The Doctor got a firm grip on her hips before starting a slow glide.

“All right?” he panted, and she nodded, spreading her feet wider for balance, setting one on the step higher.

“Please, Doctor,” she begged softly and he began to speed up, muttering under his breath in what she assumed was Gallifreyan.

“Close,” he muttered after only a minute and she let go of the railing with one hand to reach down, experienced fingers quickly finding the best rhythm to get her there. In the years she’d spent trying to get home, she’d had plenty of practice.

“Me too,” she whimpered, hanging on for dear life as he pounded into her, any finesse lost to the desperate chase.

The Doctor came first with a loud cry of her name. The feel of his release set her off, and she sobbed his name as she clung to the railing, trying not to fall. He collapsed forward on top of her, and they lay draped together for long minutes as they struggled to breathe.

“Wow,” he wheezed against her neck, and she giggled weakly.

“That was worth waiting for.”

He slowly straightened, easing out of her and stepping back to give her space. She turned, leaning her back against the handrail as she stared at him.

“So,” he floundered, and she smiled.

“So?”

“Now what?” He went to put his hands in his pockets, but given that he was wearing swim trunks that were around his knees they mostly floundered by his hips.

Rose tilted her head in consideration. “Shower together, nap, round three?”

“Three?” The Doctor scrunched up his nose in confusion. “Wasn’t that round one?”

“Yeah, and the shower’ll be two,” she said, smiling as his eyes lit up. “How’s this – first one to the shower gets to go down on the other first,” she proposed, and he nodded enthusiastically.

“On three?”

“Sure,” she agreed. “One, two-” She took off, laughing gleefully as he cursed behind her, likely tangled in his trunks.

Sprinting through the mansion naked and dripping wet, Rose thought that while it may not be the most conventional start to a physical relationship, it was certainly them.

As she practically dove through the bathroom door and started the water, she realized she was about to fulfill one of her oldest fantasies since meeting him.

She was finally going to get him in her mouth.

#timepetalscollective #doctorroseprompts #dwsmutfest #ficandchips #sappyprompts #super sappy prompts #bbatcfic #tentooxrose #TenToo #rose tyler #doctor who #hot tub hijinks #prompted fic #oohlala

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survivormykonos · 7 years ago

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Episode #1: “everyone knows I’m here for the drama™️” ~Robbie

First impressions these people are basic players who wont have very big personalities, and not willing to put a lot of effort into this game. Hopefully thats not the case and its just late so no one is really wide awake :) Because I came to play and I hope thats what everyone else came here to do as well

Okay so my plan basically worked, winning the first reward competition by placing a good score has opened up one of many avenues to come. Ryan, and Zeezo want to work with me (bad choice for them since I will be winning this aka taking them out eventually but oh well)

Him hitting it off really well with this tribe they are all so friendly and welcoming, Ain is my main homegirl at the moment she is the best and jared is a nice friendly face so it should be interesting to see what the coming days are like.

so not 30 minutes in and meowth comes out with the question "what if someones racist" which to me carried an air of accusation it was public and clearly meant for all to see it just gives me a bit of an icky feeling towards meowth

I'm glad that others are getting higher scores than me because i definitely don't want to be presenting as a threat in challenges particularity not the first day so i just am hoping that ill land middle of the pack challenge wise

so this immunity is fun i love puzzles like these even though they are hard tbh im not completly happy about our chances but i hope we can push through and win or the other tribes internet fucks up, either or really

so right now the vote seems to be between Robbie and Mewoth (Josh) and tbh i dont care which goes because they havent spoken to me but whatever, in any case id rather keep someone who actually contributed to the challenge and if he doesn't step it up then Josh will be gone next

Going into tribal council i am very nervous, you never know where the vote is until the votes are read and if im on the wrong side of the vote i might not be around much longer

I dont know whats gonna go down here but i hope i do well

reunited with lukas my love

she sells seashells at the seashore

why is the first vote already so confusing and wild.... just decide on a person

WHATS UPPPP!!! Can’t say much because I’m busy but I’m stoked!!! Only two other girls on my team tho :/ but it’s ok! I have Stephen who I know but I’ll get into all that later and I have lukas and Sammy on the other tribe who I LOVE TO DEATH but obviously can’t tell anyone that. Ain is on the other side who I hate but I just hope she gets voted out and we never have to interact :’)

Honestly, living my best life and enjoying the brief small talk with my tribe mates. So far getting a good vibe from everyone but lets be real, shit (I can curse right... I lowkey have always wanted to say that) is definitely going to go down as soon as something goes wrong. But like *shrug*.

OK LET'S TALK ABOUT THAT TIME THAT I DIDNT WANT TO GRAB THE LIGHT AND SHINE IT ON ME AND WE WIN FIRST IMMUNITY AND I GET SENT TO PARADISE ISLAND!!!!!!!!! Yeah, because like, screw the idea of trying to lay a tad low for the first vote. But hey, I guess when you are working with Zeezo and she tells you the immunity boxes must be evens because of the clue she got, and then you get sent to PI, it can't be all that bad. I'm so shook I don't even know if I'm making sentences rn hahaha. I hate saying this, but like I am so happy with where I am rn, but I def know there is so much more work to put in before my tribe ends up going to tribal. AND SPEAKING OF TRIBES, WHET ON EARTH? Two abstains in the reward and then a tie and only two points in the immunity challenge for Yalos? Did they also think they were cast in ANTM because like same. We've all been there, amiright? Can they continue to do this so I can just breeze my way to merge and start playing this game already??? Please and thank you.

When I wake up and realize I have so much work to do for school but at least I don't have to worry about going to tribal tonight! I aint mad! At least Im not gonna be the Francesca of this season soooooooo.....

So... ya boy just beat Jared in a word search comp... and beat him... and went to Super Paradise Island... and idk which greek god is on my side, but one them has ya boy's back because he just the sapphire gem... Like no big deal... I didn't expect to be the first voted out and then just somehow came across getting one of the first big advantages of the game... WE ARE ALL FINE GUYS!!!

I have Oakley, who voted me out on Athena: Himalayas and Olivia, who I voted out on Atomic: Isle of Skye on my tribe. And my immediate thought is I want to work with them. Olivia more than Oakley, I don’t have any beef with him from another season but he is sneaky. However my strategy especially at this point in the game is just make lersonal connections and pretend to have the strategic knowledge of a goldfish. Here’s hoping it works.

So far I’ve talked to most people but some are easier to connect to than others, Joanna seems the most distant, she responds but it doesn’t feel friendly. But we won, so we’re all good this round. I really hope Ain goes home, shes manipulative, vindictive and isn’t afraid to use underhanded tactics.

WOAH! So after being recommended to play by a friend, I found out he ALSO recommended Miles to play, although in the other tribe.. I have someone I know here although I kinda got them eliminated in a Twitter Survivor... Hmmm... So far in Kalafati tribe, Im liking Miles and Joanna, Haven't had much contact with the others but they seem really cool. Im so excited to play, Especially with winning a lucky hidden immunity Idol

I’m still waving the flag

I’m still waving the flag I hate that challenge. I got a respectable score but if i did all that just to have the Yalos player stop after a low score, I'll be sad

My first impressions of the tribe is pretty positive! No immediate negative figures jump out at me. I'm still testing the waters, trying to figure out if any people are potentials for alliance members. Some people like Olivia, Jacob, Miles, Stephen and Thomas have reached out to me which makes them seem like good potentials for friends. However, I want to see how the reward challenge goes before I can evaluate my teammates further.

It's amazing that we won the reward challenge and I'm so happy that I performed as well as I did. However, I am worried about the immunity challenge. I'm happy with the flash game, but the controls are really wacky and I already know it will take forever to get used to.

I'm honestly a little worried seeing that I didn't preform very well in the immunity challenge. Thankfully, we still managed to pull off a win and we didn't have to worry about tribal. Speaking of tribal, I don't think there is anyway Robbie is going to stay, seeing that he abstained in the reward and striked in the immunity. Also, I feel like I want to work with Olivia, but Miles also seems like a good person to work with, but I haven't approached either of them yet. Still weighing my options and figuring out the best way to proceed.

Honestly it doesn’t seem like anyone is playing hard yet which is annoying me. Because I want to play hard, but if no one else is people can get sketched out by highly strategic, social players

Honestly if I finess this vote and stay in the game after forfeiting two comps it will be hilarious. But everyone knows I’m here for the drama™️ Hope no one gets blind sided

So the first night went..... alright. My tribe wasn’t as energetic or as talkitive as I had expected. It appears as though I am on a tribe with all gay men, which sounds nice in theory, but I’m bracing for the moment these twinks start wildin. Aside from the gays, I know Ain from a past org and am starting to warm back up to her. We will probs stick together for awhile. As of now, that’s all.

Robbie, queen of being inactive and making cases to stay last minute, came to me with the idea of booting Meowth instead. I said hell yeah! All for that shit! Not that I don’t like Meowth, it’s just I would love to do something unexpected for the first tribal. However, Sammy and Michael seem to be so against it for some reason. Lord knows why. I’m going to aim to be in the majority, but I may just cast my vote for Meowth for the hell of it.

Ok I don’t quite remember what my last confessional was but I know for a fact I fucked up the names. Robbie is the one on the line, Sammy is just another gay. I swap their names all of the time.

I really like this tribe so far! Everyone seems pretty chill and it's nice to know that at the moment, nobody is really mean-spirited. I know that Jacob has some past with the other Miles, but he's on the other tribe, so there's really no past relationships to deal with either, at least that I know of! I think that by far, I'd probably like to align with Olivia and Joanna for sure, and maybe Stephen, Zeezo, Oakley, and Julian as well? I'd rather not get into scheming this early! I think it'd be much better for my game at the moment not to be the leader or figurehead of a group, but rather an updated member. I guess I'll have to see!

Alright so... Not a whole lot is going on, it's just the start of the game, we're just doing the first reward challenge. This tribe is just a bit too large for my taste but whatever, I'll manage. Getting to know all these people is interesting, which is funny because the absolute LAST word I would use to describe myself is "interesting"

I'm not entirely sure what use one would have for a fire making kit in an online survivor. Am I meant to set my laptop on fire? ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME SOMETHING????????? lmao...

There's a few people that I'm getting great vibes from. Miles would probably be the biggest one rn. I would love nothing more than to get some sort of alliance going sooner rather than later JUST IN CASE but like I don't want to be the one to actively go out and do it because if someone leaks RIP ME. Idk what I'm doing just yet. We'll figure this out.

We won the first immunity and don't have to vote anyone out, that's awesome. I can't help but feel just a little concerned though, everyone's almost a little TOO peaceful on this tribe. I'm not saying I'd want to LOSE a comp and have to face tribal but the reads I'm getting from everyone is giving me a sense of unease. I do enjoy winning though and wouldn't mind winning out. I'm just saying, I feel very uneasy with the vibes I'm receiving. Good lord I just repeated myself there. Oh well.

I think I'm pretty safe after this immunity challenge. I was one of 2 people to win the head to head for my tribe and therefore I have a chance to go to Paradise Island! I'm trying my best NOT to go though because I think that would put a target on my back very early on.

Right now my closest ally is Matt and I feel that we have a strong bond. We're each other's #1's and talking back and forth over who should go tonight. I'm very torn for who I'm voting for at tribal tonight, it's either Meowth (Josh) or Robbie. I've heard that Robbie may have gotten the majority but I don't feel 100% on wanting him still in the game. Yes, Meowth is weak in challenges but he's another easy vote moving forward in the future.

So, what's been going for me so far? Well, reward challenge I busted my ass and showed what I can do, which was great! WE lost, which sucks, and 2 people didn't submit. Those 2 were Miles and Robbie. This made me upset, mostly because Miles I know from my Minecraft UHC days, so we made an instant alliance from that. Robbie I didn't care about. Then came immunity, where once again, Robbie was unable to compete, and I still stand by that I was robbed in my challenge because of a shit quality image, but this is what I'm used to from online games like this, so I'll move on (eventually). We got rekt in immunity, and the obvious choice was looking like Robbie for not submitting twice. So, being the intelligent player I am, I basically pitched to Robbie that he was going home unless he made a better pitch about someone else. He aimed at Michael, someone who I somewhat wanted to work with at the time (in hind sight, I wouldn't have cared much). I proposed, instead, we vote for meowth (Joshua) because he just rubbed me the wrong way, under-performed, and refused to talk game strategy with me at all. I pulled in Lukas and Jared, as well as had Ain in my pocket, and with the acquiring of Sammy by both me and Robbie, the vote should be set in our favor. I'm still trying to convince Miles to roll with us so he's not on the losing end of the vote, but I think its 50/50 whether he will or won't. Honestly, I feel pretty safe with this vote, being that I was a top performer and have shown how active I strive to be in these games. I'm not super worried about this vote and hope that Robbie sticks around. Hopefully, he becomes a powerful player and a big help in challenges. If he's not, he'll go next for sure. Let's hope I don't live to regret these words!

I think I’m in a pretty safe spot right now, but we def have people who think they are running the show around here...SIT DOWN or else you’ll become a target early😉 but I like everyone just don’t know who we should keep...someone who hasn’t been active or someone who tries but does not communicate. Eh either way I’m not on the chopping block sooooo. Okay wow that sounds rude but um i like everyone:) yikes

Honestly, this is a fung ame and a fun set of people. Just hope my time here isn't too short.

So far I feel pretty good about my tribe even though there a couple people I forgot to ever talk to oops. We seem to be good at challenges and get along well. I've connected most with Ryan so far and told him my idol clue to gain his trust. He's told me he trusts me the most out of anyone so that's good. After we talked we decided to pull in a 3rd and settled with Thomas since he got the best score in the reward challenge. After consulting with Ryan I decided to share my clue with Thomas too and the 3 of us officially performed an alliance. I think with this alliance my goal is to think more long term. Thomas is probabaly going to on Tinder performing well at challenges and be a shield for me. He also doesn't seem to talk to a lot of other people. Meanwhile Ryan seems like the type of person who might play too hard so he could be another shield. Plus we get along really well so far so that's good :') We might pull in a 4th for the alliance later since Thomas is kind of inactive and Ryan suggested Stephen so I'm interested to see how that will pan out. In other news Ryan got sent to paradise island and got the sapphire gem thing so that's great :') So if one of us finds the idol we should have great power in the game so I'm looking forward to the rest of the game

Nothing is going really because we have been on a winning streak and have been crushing it. I knew Stephen from a previous game and we agreed to work together. He is not being extremely subtle about it but I think he wants to work with Olivia because he has mentioned her a lot and how he likes her. I don't mind that because I do like her but I am worried about the two of them being closer to each other than to me because I know they know each other. I am really liking Ryan as well and would like to work with him. I am worried I am not being as social as I should be because I do notice that I don't talk to as many people as I would like. Miles I have talked to a bit but haven't built much of a relationship with him and everyone else I have said hi to and talked to a bit but I haven't really built anything or know anything about them. I just hope we can win long enough for me to build those relationships because I am worried that I am one of the two people to lose my round in the immunity challenge.

#It'sCalledFreedom

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energonalucard · 7 years ago

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“There is nothing more we can do.” w/ Gold Brother, preferably Mask as the one hurt? oWo

Angst Prompt for Iron Leaguer!

Characters: Gold Arm, Gold Foot, Gold Mask, unnamed hospital attendants.

Based on: When they were Stray Leaguers, but no specific time is given.

Gold Foot had been told to wait outside by the hospital attendants as he had punched a hole through the paper thin hospital walls. Gold Foot hadn’t appreciated it, but the reason that they were there made him comply. Gold Arm didn’t even need to tell his brother off once to follow the hospitals rules so they weren’t kicked out before Mask was repaired.

But Foot had listened to them, and Arm didn’t need to convince anyone that they would behave if they could stay within walking distance of the surgery room. It wasn’t even too bad of an injury… hopefully.

They hadn’t even left the island of Japan for a week and they had already run into their own personal problems. Gold Arm and Gold Mask have had to deal with a restless Gold Foot, and Gold Foot has had to deal with his own temper. Truly a trifle…

But their personal (and non-negotiable) retirement from Dark wasn’t an option and they took off overseas to do what they promised for Silver Castle. To train. To be better than before. To master a new technique or two. And to become the greatest rivals Silver Castle will ever have to face.

And they were trying, they really were getting better.

Until they got challenged.

It was unreal and very cartoony how they ended up in that situation at all. Playing in the green landscapes of uninhabited acres of field shouldn’t have been too much of a hassle to squeeze your way out of if you got in a pinch, right? Wrong. They had learned that no matter how much room you have between you and an assailant, that gap could shrink in a matter of nanoseconds.

Practicing the Golden Tornado was easier in a field then a stadium or anywhere in a city as the winds are more abundant, larger, and less predictable in the hills. The perfect conditions for making the technique stronger and easier to perform if you change your location, say, to a soccer stadium.

But as they had been practicing, Gold Mask had noticed before it was his turn to kick that someone was wading through the tall grass across the area that the three brothers had stomped on to make a small playing field. When Mask had kicked the ball over to Foot for proper handling, a team of five new model Soccer Leaguers were grinning smugly at the three as they emerged from the grass.

They lost their grins as they surveyed the three brothers in front of them, the one with the widest shoulders being the first to gain back his ugly, uneven grin.

“You’d be those Gold Brothers from Dark Foundation, wouldn’t ya?” He asked in a nasally, southern tone. His buddies grins growing back with a twisted intent behind them as they tapped their feet impatiently.

Gold Arm didn’t answer right away. And neither did his brothers. They just sized up the bots from the other side of the field without looking between each other for confirmation on anything.

Before the bitter mech could start again, Gold Arm answered loudly and with purpose, “Yes, we are. And who might you be?”

“Why, just your friendly neighborhood soccer team, not unlike your precious competitors, Silver Castle.” He said as two of his posse chuckled like hyenas for one reason or another.

The brothers almost collectively scowled at that, the other teams mockery of Silver Castle only fueling a dimming fire they had left behind at Dark Foundation with their rough play. Arm stepped back as Gold Foot reeled back for a windup before kicking the soccer ball harshly at the nuisance of a team in front of them.

The ball didn’t zig-zag or fly for anyone’s head; Gold Foot’s kick only sending the ball in a slightly curved path to fight the wind. The leader kicked out his foot and the ball hit his cleats soles, bouncing upwards from impact but coming down harmlessly again to rest under the stranger’s feet again.

“Not very homely after your defeat, are ya?” He chuckles and rolls the ball gently under his foots soft rocking.

Foot scoffed as he spoke up this time, “What do you want?”

“A match. Three on three.” It wasn’t a question, and it wasn’t an option. Gold Foot scoffed again as his brothers drew inwards next to their brother to stand shoulder-to-shoulder.

The leaders grin got even uglier and stretched his cheeks into unsavory shapes as he surveyed the brothers. Mask was the first one to become alarmed about their current company and gently nudged Gold Foot with his elbow and gently shook his head when their eyes meet. Gold Arm noticed this and shot his middle brother a dirty look when he didn’t seemed pleased in the youngest.

Gold Foot was outnumbered, he sighed as his anger boiled, “We decline.”

There was a gust of wind and sudden movement. Before the wind started, the soccer ball was gone from its latest position and the Soccer Leaguer was in a kicking position before the Baseball Leaguers could pick up on his movements. Gold Foot shot up and used his thrusters to roundhouse kick something from in front of Gold Mask and the ball was wedged inside the Earth still spinning.

The Soccer Leaguers burst out laughing as Mask falls backwards from a reeling neural net and sudden fear. Gold Arm shot to his brothers side and takes it all in as he helps his baby brother up. They were definitely not Dark Team manufactured Leaguers as they didn’t have the finesse of the newer models, but they were upgraded all to hell and back. They had mistaken them for new frames when really they were just a rowdy bunch of older punks with bravado. As Mask got to his feet, they both heard Foot yell as he pulled the ball out from the small crater.

“Okay, wise guys,” He hissed as he dropped the ball and pointed at them, “You wanna challenge, and we’re accepting it!”

His older brother pulled him back by his arm as the leader started to pick out his other two teammates for the challenge.

“Gold Foot, we haven’t perfected the move yet,” The oldest brother said in a hushed tone so the other team wouldn’t hear him, “And we’re not using rough play as a tactic!”

“I wasn’t going to!” Gold Foot hissed back, “And I know that!”

Gold Mask piped up from Foot’s left, “You look like a rampaging bull, brother. And you haven’t exactly been the best traveling companion with your temper, so Arm has the right to assume…”

Gold Foot threw his arm above Mask’s head and locked it around the youngest neck. Mask started to struggle and Foot put his weight against his brothers back, “Don’t start on me, Mask! You owe me for saving your ass from that ball!”

Their eldest brother just sighed as the opponents group of three advanced on the bickering brothers, “Your team not holdin’ up too well? Need my team to donate some men?”

They didn’t respond as the two younger brothers let go of each other and stood shoulder to shoulder. They were parallel to the smirking hillbillies and Gold Foot put his cleat on the ball to steady it.

“The grass behind each team is the goal.” Gold Foot exclaimed as they stared the other team down.

The other team nodded and they get ready by lowering their stance a little into that of one you’d expect to sprint in. The Soccer Leaguer scowled as he took his foot off the ball and wind back his kick.

“It’s the whistle!” Gold Foot shouted as he attempted to kick.

Attempted, was a pretty accurate statement. Gold Foot hadn’t even touched the ball, or even swung his foot when he was uppercutted by their opponents and another one stole the ball.

Gold Arm hissed into the empty hallways at the memory. The other team had been the worst opponents they’d ever dealt with. And they had come from Dark.

These guys had hidden weapons worse than tasers or spikes on their persons; they had sai, they had knives, they even had a blunt baton they’d stolen from somewhere as evident from the police stamp on it. They had speed, but so did Gold Foot. Arm was just happy that they had Foot to counter them, because him and Mask would sometimes lose track of where the Soccer Leaguers were going. If they hadn’t had private comm this time around…

But that isn’t even what made Arm mad. The other team had had no honor. And that was no understatement.

The brothers weren’t strangers to rough play, and had even sworn against using it in favor of using their wit and abilities to outsmart the opponents. They still held up to their pacifist route, even against those guys.

But Arm and Foot damn near gave it up altogether.

Mask had gotten the ball and was jogging injured very carefully as Gold Arm rushed ahead to the grass patch of the opponent. Gold Foot defended the youngest from behind and shoved the other opponents away as they drew near with their weapons.

But they learned fast and two of them jumped Foot and he was pushed back in his attempt to not run into them as another one shot forward for Mask. The youngest saw this coming and kicked the ball straight for Gold Arm as he was tackled.

The one that tackled the green Leaguer was the leader, and his sadistic grin was so much worse. Gold Mask barely saw it and he knew his concerns earlier were very on point, as their opponent looked more unstable than ever. He fearfully tried to scramble upwards to run but his leg was grabbed and he was pulled down again.

Gold Arm caught the ball and turned to kick it over into the grass when the other two had gotten in his way, breaking the rule of 3x3. He quickly adjusted his shot and kicked it more short ranged, but higher up.

It shot over their heads and into the grass behind their opponents as a scream rang across the field.

All eyes had darted backwards at the curdled scream and…

“Mr. Gold Arm?” A soft voice said as it approached.

He looked up as the large man in mint blue scrubs comes down the hall with a clipboard, his big face filled with a neutral expression that was supposed to be calming but only put the brother more on edge. The nurse flipped a page and stopped in front of the brother.

Arm commed Foot to come back in as the nurse looked back up at him finally, “There is nothing we can do more for him…”

Arm scowled down at the ground for a second before looking back with an equally neutral expression, “Isn’t the injury only minor compared to what you normally see?”

The nurse looked more disgruntled now, his neutral expression broken as he thinks about what to say, “Your parts are more advanced than half of what we have on hand. I sent one of our star engineers to collect the parts from the city.” He looked back at the clipboard, “He’s able to… see visitors now, if you’d like.”

Arm heard stomping behind him and didn’t look as he motioned for Foot to follow him. He knows where Mask was thanks to the doctors telling him which room he was put into.

As they got out of human earshot, Gold Foot growled and turned to his brother as they walked, “Did he make a joke about Mask’s condition? Are they allowed to do that?”

“He probably didn’t know what he would say would set you off,” Arm said and looked at Foot out of the corner of his eyes, “And I have no clue if its legal or not.”

The blue Leaguer just growled at him and kept walking as they passed through the fist set of doors into the emergency rooms. They slowed down and walked through the rows of doors with golden number plates n them and they read the name tags outside. They got to Gold Mask’s door and slowly entered it after knocking.

The voice that answered was a joyous, “Brothers! Thank god you two aren’t more doctors!”

They quickly entered as Gold Mask’s uneven face smiled in return, they smiled as best as they could at him. But his face was…

Gold Mask had a huge gaping hole where his right eye used to be. It’s edges cut and sanded down to leave the doctor’s room to operate. It was neater and it wasn’t bleeding as bad as it used to, the skewered eye wasn’t within it and the inner wires that lead the the optic were sealed off with weld marks. There were tubes redirecting the oil flow and keeping track of Mask’s vitals.

Gold Foot’s smile didn’t last two seconds before he was back to scowling. Mask’s face then turned sour as well, his lip puckering slightly in his pout, “Don’t give me that look, this wasn’t my fault…”

Arm didn’t even try to stop them as they lightly bickered back and forth for a bit as he made his way over to Gold Mask’s side. He gripped his little brothers hand as the other two bickered.

“Well, don’t blame me, you still owe me for saving you from that ball!” Gold Foot pressed.

Gold Mask huffed and closed his one eye in an awkward move, turning his head away from his immediate older brother, “I don’t owe you anything! I’m the one that took the hit.”

That made the two stop bickering. Gold Mask’s face scrunched up as he remembered the pain with his eyes closed, and the two older siblings look at each other with a blank expression.

“They told me about my eye…” Gold Mask says as he opened his eye to look at the two, “And I’m going to have to stay all night…” He looked up at the ceiling now, “This is going to be a hell of a night. I hate hospitals.”

They knew this. Masks irrational unease of a lot of places that weren’t Dark’s original design like hospitals and living quarters had been a problem at first, and they’d chalked it up to homesickness, but they soon learned that Mask was… flexible once you give him what he wants. Like all of their blankets if the hotel had any…

Gold Mask shot his eyes wider as he gasp, he had caught his brothers full attention, “Brothers! What happened for to our opponents? What became of them? Who won?”

All Gold Mask got in response was a thick silence before Gold Foot let out a weird cackle, he brother burst into a short bit of laughter after that. It almost sounded maniacal. Gold Arm sighed as Mask’s eye shot wide, “Brother! Gold Arm, what happened?! Why is Foot laughing like that?! GOLD ARM!”

#Shippu! Iron Leaguer #Iron Leaguer #My Leaguer Tag #Gold Arm #Gold Foot #Gold Mask #My Works

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junker-town · 5 years ago

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Terrell Lewis’ injury history shouldn’t overshadow his high ceiling with the Rams

Terrell Lewis is an exciting 2020 NFL Draft prospect despite his injury history.

Retired defensive end Stephen White thinks Terrell Lewis might have the highest ceiling of any draft prospect in years.

The Los Angeles Rams selected Terrell Lewis with the 84th overall pick in the 2020 NFL Draft. Here’s what Stephen White had to say about Lewis ahead of the draft.

Former Alabama edge rusher Terrell Lewis missed the majority of his college career with injuries. One of those was a torn ACL, which is pretty serious. Last season, he missed two games due to injury and elected not to play in Alabama’s bowl game against Michigan. In the four games I watched for this breakdown, he didn’t record a single sack, either. His technique in all phases also needs a little bit of work.

How, then, can I say with a straight face that three years from now we may be debating whether Lewis or Ohio State’s Chase Young is the best edge rusher to come out of this draft?

I’m glad you asked!

First off, let’s talk about Lewis’ size.

I have never been more thrown off by a player’s jersey number as I was while watching Lewis run around with that No. 24 on. But it wasn’t just that. While the guy is 6’5 and weighed in at 262 pounds at the combine, he actually is built like a strong safety. Well, until you see him standing beside an actual strong safety.

Sometimes I’d miss where Lewis was on the field because my brain would just reject the notion that I was supposed to be looking for a dude wearing No. 24 rushing the passer.

And just to be clear, Lewis is a hair taller and just about the same weight as Young. Lewis’ arms are actually a little longer than Young’s, as well. Needless to say, Lewis has the size to play the position, even if it’s sometimes hard to tell just looking at him. Hell, both he and Young are kinda like a Create-A-Player when it comes to their stature.

What Lewis does well: Making plays from everywhere

In addition to being pretty much the perfect size for an edge rusher, Lewis also possesses uncommon athletic ability. That is evidenced by Alabama using him in so many different ways. He lined up on the edge and rushed the passer, and he dropped back into coverage quite a bit as well.

And I’m not talking about some bullshit, half-assed zone drops. He played man-to-man out of the backfield several times, and looked damn good doing it for the most part.

Alabama also had him blitzing both from off the ball, and up at the line of scrimmage for the double A-gap variety. The Tide even stuck him inside as a hand-in-the-dirt three-technique a few times and he acquitted himself well there, too.

Lewis looked pretty much the same no matter what, and he is going to be able to make plays wherever he lines up in the NFL.

Some people don’t think about power when they are talking about athleticism, but I believe it all goes together. Lewis may not be the strongest defensive end you have ever seen, but I watched him stand his ground against a lot of bigger dudes, so I have no worries about him being strong enough to play the position. In fact, when he really learns how to convert his speed into power on a more consistent basis, that may end up being one of the strongest parts of his game, pun intended.

Then there’s Lewis’ technique. I know some of you are thinking, “Wait a minute, I thought Steve said his technique was a problem,” but that’s just because you can’t read. What I actually said was his technique “needs some work” because it does, but that’s so he can transform from a good player to potentially a great one. Remember, I’m not comparing him to some sloppy dude here. Young is one of the better pro-ready prospects I’ve ever broken down.

Lewis isn’t where Young is now, but Lewis’ jump on the next level could be astounding. One of the main reasons is because he just hasn’t played that much football in the last several years. The lack of game reps seems to be reflected in his inconsistent technique at times.

Most of the basic stuff he was asked to do was no problem for Lewis. He has a good get-off whether standing up or out of a three-point stance. He also comes off and gets full extension well when taking on blockers. He changes direction well after the snap and has a pretty good feel for the game.

It isn’t like he is a bad player as is. But I can see him being so much more.

Where Lewis can improve: Sharpening his technique

While Lewis takes on blockers pretty well, there were too many times when he didn’t escape off the block to make the tackle until it was too late. That’s the kind of thing you normally get better at as you get more game reps. It’s not that he couldn’t escape off of blocks, but it was more of a timing issue. And sometimes probably just laziness, trying to reach out for a tackle instead of, say, making a rip move first to clear himself from the blocker and put himself in better position to take the ball carrier down.

That also applies to Lewis as a pass rusher, and rushing the passer is probably where he has the most room to grow. Don’t get me wrong, I thought he showed a nice array of moves for a college edge rusher, and there is already a lot of good stuff to work with for any NFL defensive line coach. It’s just that with a little bit of polish, Lewis will be able to convert more of his pressures into sacks.

For instance, Lewis has the makings of being dominant with his long-arm move — and that’s where having longer arms come in pretty handy. He did a really good job of coming off the ball like he was going to attempt a speed rush to get the offensive tackles bailing out, then stabbing them right in the chest with his inside hand and jolting them backward.

The problem would come when Lewis wouldn’t go ahead and escape off the move before the blocker could recover. He would end up stuck too long on the block, which would give the quarterback time to either throw the ball, or step up in the pocket and away from his pressure. Once he gets more consistent with using his outside hand to swipe and then finish with a rip or arm-over, offensive linemen are going to catch absolute hell trying to stop that move.

While Lewis has the athleticism to be a finesse guy, he also had plenty of success as a power rusher too. Being able to get off those power rushes just a touch quicker is going to make a huge difference in his production.

At the same time, Lewis is one of those guys who can win around the corner, and it seems like those kinds of pure speed rushers are in short supply these days. I did find it interesting that while Lewis had such an explosive get-off at his disposal, I didn’t see him trying to burn the edge much. A guy as fast as he is, with that level of athleticism, he should be dipping and ripping more unless and until the offensive tackles show they can stop it.

I also thought he could’ve used his cross chop a little more. It was almost shocking to see him use different moves because he used some of them so sparingly. As he continues to sharpen his technique, he is probably going to see a lot more success running around blockers.

Lewis’ NFL future: The next Von Miller (if healthy)

You know who I kept thinking about while watching Lewis flash for four games?

Von Miller.

That’s who Lewis reminded me of when he would make an explosive play seemingly out of the blue. So I decided to look up Miller’s combine numbers.

He hit a 37-inch vertical and a 126-inch broad jump. Lewis notched the same vertical and a 124-inch broad jump. But Miller weighed in at “only” 6’3 and 246 pounds.

Take from that what you will. While I admit Miller had much better technique coming out than Lewis currently possesses, there isn’t any role Miller plays on the field that I don’t think Lewis could do, too. There is a distinct possibility that one day Lewis will be doing a lot of the same things just as good or better than Miller.

Yeah, I said it.

Of course, the elephant in the room is the injuries. As somehow who went through his share of injuries both in college and in the NFL, I’m a little sensitive to the label “injury prone,” especially when we are talking about major injuries like Lewis suffered in college. I am unaware of any exercise or stretch that will prevent an ACL tear. Trust me, if such a thing existed every football player would be trying it.

At the same time, the truth is one of the most important abilities of any player is availability. That is the cold business side of the game, and of course it has to factor into any draft evaluation. None of us have a crystal ball, so Lewis might go out there the first play of his career and get injured again, or he might play the next decade without missing a rep. There’s no way to know for sure.

Since I have no interest in seeing his medical records, and because I generally hate talking about injuries, I’m just going to assume Lewis stays healthy as a pro. If he does, the sky really is the limit with this kid. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a college player with this much upside. I am damn near positive I’ve never done a breakdown with a guy whose ceiling was any higher.

I could easily spin Lewis missing so much time to injuries in college to there not being as many miles on his body. He really only played two seasons, and he’s still only 21. He already has a potent spin move to work as a counter off his speed rushes, so he’s ready to get on the field and get pressure early on his career.

That, ladies and gentlemen, gets me excited! Once you see him in the NFL, I think you will be excited too.

Lewis may be floating under the radar due to injuries and his mostly underwhelming statistics, but if he can just stay healthy, he could be the kind of NFL edge rusher offensive coordinators have to gameplan around. I have no idea how his injury history will affect where he’s drafted, but no matter when or where he goes, it’s all going to come down to his health.

If he can find a way to stay on the field, Lewis will be able to impact the outcome of games on an outsized level eventually. And if that happens, the barbershop debates over him and Young are going to be epic a few years down the road.

Be sure to check out my other scouting reports on Chase Young, Jerry Jeudy, Derrick Brown, Jedrick Wills Jr., A.J. Epenesa, CeeDee Lamb, Javon Kinlaw, and Mekhi Becton.

For the purposes of this breakdown, I watched Lewis play against South Carolina, Arkansas, LSU, and Auburn.

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hanbeihood · 5 years ago

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A fun little Halloween 5e build

With Halloween right around the corner, I figured I’d post a 5e character build that I made a little bit ago. Some might call them creepy or unsettling, but they won’t say anything in response, if they’re a pro. Get your Player’s Handbooks ready, and let’s build a fucking mime.

Okay, first things first. We need the physical ability to hold positions like sitting in a chair for at least a brief period of time. Secondly, we need to be able to make those invisible walls, effects, etc. Finally, we need to be silent.

Let’s use the standard point array for our base stats (15, 14, 13, 12, 10, 8). You don’t have to use this method if you prefer others, but be mindful of multiclassing prerequisites (DEX & WIS). At the end of the day, stat distributions are just another type of flavor that add to the role-playing aspect of D&D.

15 is going into Dexterity. You’re a physical actor, so you need to be limber. Next is 14 for Charisma; you don’t have to be liked to have your smile leave an impact. 13 is for Constitution. Sometimes you’ll decide to sit in an invisible chair and have to stick it out for a little bit. Also, you’re HP will thank you. 12 is going into our Wisdom. One of the perks of staying quiet is the opportunity to notice things every now and again. We’re also going to get our zen on a little bit; you kind of need to when you can’t always communicate effectively with your party members. Strength is going to be our 10. I’d dump it if it wasn’t for how physically taxing some miming can be. That just leaves the 8 for Intelligence. Yeah, it sucks, but it’s the least important stat for this build. Like I said, you only need to /really/ pay attention to the multiclass prereqs. A higher INT won’t break the character.

For the race, our mime will be a Gith, specifically a Githzerai, from Mordenkainen’s Tome of Foes. That’s a +1INT & +2WIS, bumping them up to 9 & 14 respectively. Githzerai also get a 30ft speed, speak Common & Gith, and have Mental Discipline which grants advantage on saving throws against the Charmed & Frightened conditions. But the real reason we’re choosing this race is for their Githzerai Psionics. This’ll give us Mage Hand, Shield at 3rd lvl once per long rest, and Detect Magic at 5th lvl once per long rest. These spells use your Wisdom score. The best part is that they don’t require any components at all, and Mage Hand cast this way is invisible. So that last feature gives a way to manipulate the environment with reasonable deniability, a once-a-day invisible wall to defend yourself, and Detect Magic because I guess mimes can sense when you’re bs-ing them. Don’t try to cheat a mime.

We’re going to take the Charlatan background gaining proficiencies in Deception, Sleight of Hand, Disguise kits, & Forgery kits. What’s more unsettling than a mime? A mime you know you can’t trust. We also get the False Identity feature to have a secondary persona to slip into when need be; you could flavor this to be the difference between makeup on and off.

For our 1st level, we’re taking Rogue. Gotta love the image of a mime with a dagger or shortsword, huh? Now, most of the Rogues proficiency options are good, and we get 4. Performance is a must, and I strongly recommend Acrobatics. The other 2 are up to you. I’m going to choose Stealth & Perception. As a Rogue, we get Sneak Attack (duh), Thieves’ Cant (a way to communicate via miming?), and Expertise (x2 proficiency bonus for Performance & Stealth? yes please).

Time to immediately multiclass into Monk for our 2nd lvl. Unarmored Defense & Martial Arts are great features which can be flavored easily. The WIS bonus to your AC can be interpreted as quickly summoned invisible walls to protect you from attacks. It may seem low for the moment, but a 14 AC is better than the 13 you’d have from Leather Armor. The 1d4 unarmed strikes from your Martial Arts can be flavored to be invisible bludgeoning weapons. (I’m partial to baseball bats) I’d recommend talking with your DM about enchanting your blades to be inivisible since you can’t use Sneak Attack with your unarmed strikes despite using your DEX. (Finesse or ranged weapons /means/ finesse or ranged weapons.) You could then eventually have the party Wizard imbue those blades via Nystul’s Magic Aura to essentially make them undetectable. Just don’t lose them.

Going back to Rogue (2) for Cunning Action to Dash, Disengage, or Hide as a bonus action. Nothing scary about a sneaky mime.

Staying in Rogue (3) to bump Sneak Attack damage to 2d6 and to take the Thief Roguish Archetype. This gives you Fast Hands to add more options to your Cunning Action. You can now use your CA to make a DEX (Sleight of Hand) check, use thieves’ tools to disarm a trap or open a lock, or take the “Use an Object” action. You also get Second-Story Work meaning you can climbing no longer costs extra movement, and when you make a running jump, the distance you cover increases by an amount of feet equal to your DEX modifier.

We’ll stay in Rogue (4) some more to take that Ability Score Increase, bumping up our DEX & COn by 1. Odd numbers on important stats are the enemy. Our stats now look like this: STR 10 || DEX 16 || CON 14 || INT 9 || WIS 14 || CHA 14

Back into Monk (2) for our 6th level in total, we get Unarmored Movement (+10ft) and Ki! Ki is powered by your WIS stat. For future features that use Ki, your Ki DC is 8+your proficiency modifier+your WIS modifier. You get 2 Ki points per long or short rest. You can currently spend 1 to activate Flurry of Blows, Patient Defense, or Step of the Wind. Patient Defense is the one we’re after the most because it let’s the mime take the Dodge action as a bonus action on your turn, i.e. another way to have mimed walls up.

Our next Monk level (3) is big. We get 1 more Ki point (and will gain 1 with each Monk level), Deflect Missiles (more walls! [if you don’t just straight up catch the projectile]), and our Monastic Tradition: Way of the Open Hand. WotOH makes the already useful Flurry of Blows even more useful. Knocking enemies prone, pushing them up to 15ft away, or keeping them from taking reactions until the end of your next turn are some great options you can impose on foes.

Let’s get another ASI, this time from Monk (4). We’ll boost our DEX by 2. STR 10 || DEX 18 || CON 14 || INT 9 || WIS 14 || CHA 14 Also, we get Slow Fall to umbrella our way down and reduce damage.

Let’s speed things along. We take 2 more levels of Rogue (5, 6). Sneak Attack is now 3d6. We gain Uncanny Dodge to halve an attack’s damage via your reaction, and we get to apply Expertise to 2 more skills or 1 skill and the thieves’ tools. I’m going to place Expertise on Sleight of Hand and Perception. (You do you, though.)

The rest of our levels will be going into Monk for this build for a total of 14 Monk levels and 6 Rogue levels. The Martial Arts die will be 1d8, and we’ll have +25ft to our movement. At the 8th and 12th level of Monk, we’ll have the option for 2 more ASI’s. If you’re happy with your current ability scores and your DM allows it, you can consider taking the Lucky and/or Observant feats. If you want an extra boost to those numbers, bump up WIS and/or CHA to 16 for more reliable skills, saving throws, and Ki DC. For my build, I’m going to take the Observant feat, adding +1 to my INT and then use the other ASI to bring my WIS to 16. STR 10 || DEX 18 || CON 14 || INT 10 || WIS 16 || CHA 14

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Let’s take a look at what we’ve got.

--Mobility (Chances are that you’re faster than people afraid of mimes) --Consistent damage (which is magical damage thanks to Monk’s 6th lvl) --Skills (6 levels of Rogue is so nice to make sure you do what you need to do) --Damage avoidance (1 Shield spell, AC 17, Evasion from Monk’s 7th lvl, and proficiency in all saving throws from Monk’s 14th lvl) --Loyal (Being a Githzerai and a Monk means it’s really hard to make you turn on your allies) --Miming (As long as you have Ki and can move around a bit, you can mess with your foes.) --Close range (If you’re using daggers, you can only throw them so far. Otherwise, you gotta get up in the enemy’s face.) --Limited damage types (You kind of only have bludgeoning and piercing damage to work with) --Mime (You aren’t proficient in Intimidation, but there are people who find you scary anyway. At 20th lvl, you’ve got a +8 without even trying. You could either be the best or worst face of the party depending on who you’re trying to work with.)

#halloween #mime #dnd #5e #character build #clown #sorta #spooky

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thethirstynoona · 7 years ago

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Monster - Chapter 11

That damned tie. An item reminiscent of your grandmother’s curtains - taupe with cascades of lavender and gold kaleidoscope patterns - was now wrapped around your neck as you struggled for breath while this shadow of a once-charming man rode you into submission.

Category: Angst/Drama/Light Smut Word Count: 4,516 Group/Members: EXO/Baekhyun & Kai (w/Taeyeon appearance)

Chapter 10 | Chapter 12

You pounded on the door as hard as your fist would let you. It had been a solid twenty minutes and still Kay would not open her front door. Frustrated beyond recognition, you threw the stupid bouquet down the hall and sunk down to the floor, resting your back on the wall across from her doorway. She’d already told you to ‘fuck off’, but you weren’t about to go away without her knowing the truth. Baekhyun’s note caught your eye on the stained carpet of the hallway, and you decided to shove it under the door as one last stint to gain a smidgen of her trust.

Some time passed, and when you checked your phone you saw it had been a full thirty-five minutes since your arrival by the time you decided to give up and head home. Just as you got to your feet, the door opened and Kai’s face appeared, giving you a soft nod and allowing your entry. You briefly smiled in gratitude and rushed past him, only to find a catatonic Kay, sitting with her knees to her chest, arms wrapped around her body and staring blankly out the window.

“Kay, I’m so sorry. Baekhyun planned yesterday’s events – I didn’t even know what was happening!” you beseeched, stressing the innocence in your actions. Kay showed zero response for your outburst. Protecting your friendship with Kay was everything. She was the first person in the city that got your humor; she was more like the sister you’d never had. You walked around and obstructed her view, grabbing her arms and staring into her glazed eyes, hoping that she would hear your plea. “He lied to Lay to get him to act in the way that he did. I saw it in the tape – Lay only did that to advance his career and Baekhyun wasn’t even going to follow thr—“

“He did,” Kai interrupted, “Lay and I have a private audition tomorrow with the head of SM Entertainment. From what we’ve heard, the CEO is doing this simply as a formality – it’s more or less a reason for us to come in and sign the contract.”

You couldn’t believe it. Suddenly it was clear why Kay was in shock – it wasn’t entirely what had happened the night prior – rather, it was about Lay. She hadn’t even had a chance to date him, and if he was signing a contract to enter into the idol world, he was basically enlisting in voluntary servitude. Kay would never be able to have a relationship with him.

“Kay…I-I’m sorry,” your voice broke as you sunk down in front of her, releasing your grasp on her arms, wondering how to proceed. Silence echoed throughout their apartment until it was broken by the sounds of a flash rainstorm.

The tempo of the raindrops on her windowsill reminded you of that fateful day when Baekhyun had asked you to Chanyeol’s party. The thought of Baekhyun’s psyche filled your head, wondering how he’d managed to act so cute back then when in fact it turned out he’d known and planned everything from the start. Funny – the memories of his fluffy demeanor didn’t seem misleading, rather it seemed like they were struggling to remain in the forefront of his personality. At what point in Baekhyun’s life had he lost himself? You refused to believe he had been born that way – evil is not born, it is bred.

“Are you that easy?”

Kay’s voice and abhorring glare broke your train of thought. Catching her state of shock like it was contagious, you sat, frozen, anticipating the moment when she would speak again.

“Kay –“ Kai started before she shot the daggers from her eyes in his direction. He all but hunched over in pain from the attack.

“What happened to you?” she sternly asked, her gaze returning to you, “You’re not the same Y/N I met a couple years ago. That Y/N wouldn’t let herself be played like a fucking marionette by some guy.”

Clearly you’d misjudged the situation – and her indignation. Before you could respond in defense, she continued her assault.

“Baekhyun planned yesterday’s events? A plan insinuates the assumption that your intended result comes to fruition without roadblocks. Baekhyun planned for you to completely disregard the safety measures we took for you – completely forget about the fact that you put a restraining order on him – and just jump right back into your fucked up situation?” she ranted while finally changing her posture to slowly come to a standing position, hovering overhead as she reeled into you. A brief moment of silence before she finished with, “At this point, Y/N, I don’t know if you’re just fucking stupid or a masochist. Either way, I’m done with this – with you. I know when enough is enough and I will not have the life of myself or my baby brother jeopardized because my friend can’t seem to make proper life decisions.”

Not waiting for your response, Kay turned on her heel and marched to her bedroom. You’d known her long enough to know that her words held only truth and that your friendship had found its ending point. Before the inevitable tears welled up in your eye sockets, Kai handed you a small envelope and hugged you. He was kind enough to escort you down to the lobby, his small smile being the last thing you saw before collapsing onto the bus stop just outside.

The rain masked your silent sobbing. It seemed fitting for the day’s events. There you were, drenched in the rain in a scanty red evening gown looking like yesterday’s hangover. You couldn’t bring yourself to read the letter – you were positive it was from Baekhyun, making his next move in the game. Losing Kay was your breaking point; you tossed the small parchment into the street and watched as it floated along the runoff until it disappeared into the gutter.

You didn’t know how much time had passed while you sulked in the downpour, nor did you know how long the sleek black car had been parked on the curb in front of you. It wasn’t until a short man you assumed to be the driver held an umbrella over you and gestured for you to get into the vehicle. Life couldn’t have gotten worse at that point, so you trudged into the backseat as he opened the door. You were about to tell him your desired destination, until you looked up and saw a woman seated across from you, her mysterious eyes analyzing you like a science project.

“Hello, Y/N. It’s so nice to finally meet you. I’m Taeyeon.”

Perhaps it was the aroma of her perfume or her ethereal demeanor, but the combination of Baekhyun’s supposed deceased ex-girlfriend and the last few days’ events had completely overwhelmed your senses, instantly forcing your consciousness into reboot. It was Taeyeon’s turn to enter the game.

“Stay here, sleep more while I clean up, jagi. I’ll come back and we can cuddle when I finish washing the dishes from breakfast,” Baekhyun grinned before turning towards the kitchen with the tray of dirty dishes from your burnt – yet loving – meal. It wasn’t long before you succumbed to your fatigue and resumed sleep.

“Oh, Baek, your hand is so cold!” you complained, jumping at his icy touch when he returned to the bed. His fingers had graced the area of skin exposed from your sleeping top, which had ridden up your body while resting.

“How about I add some heat?” he playfully asked – a hint of iniquity in his voice. Baekhyun slid his cold appendage between your legs, resting between your thighs. “Mmm, it’ll be warm in no time here.”

“Baek! That doesn’t change the fact that your hands feel like the wind chill in February!” you scolded, pulling his hand from your center and over your body. Cradling it in yours, you laced your fingers with his and pulled it into your chest, so he could feel your heartbeat.

“This is solving the problem?” he goaded quietly into your ear, tightening his grasp around you and wrapping a leg over your hip. Baekhyun purred into the back of your neck, placing soft kisses onto your warm skin. He blew cold air onto his last peck, sending a shiver down your spine. Turning to face him, you wanted nothing more than to feel his soft lips pressed against yours, and upon seeing your sleepy face, he happily obliged.

“I love you, Baekhyun,” you whispered while leaving the kiss. Somehow in the few seconds your lips had locked with his, your legs had followed suit and Baekhyun’s greedy hand had found its way up your shirt.

“I love you, too,” he said, friskily wiggling his eyebrows as he began cascading his fingertips over the delicate skin of your breast, rolling your nipple between his index finger and thumb as your bud perked.

“I’m going to have to leave eventually…I have to go home…” The words left your lips in a faint echo, and Baekhyun’s expression turned gloomy. He mounted you, pushing you onto your back and placing each of his hands over yours. Using his teeth, he pulled at the cotton fabric covering your chest to expose your top half completely. The light of giddiness reanimated his face when he saw your entirety; he wasted no time in latching his mouth onto one bud and a free hand on the other.

Baekhyun’s usual finesse with his tongue was missing – instead of the usual flicking and tantalizing machinations; he was simply sucking on them like he was hoping for some milk. The infant-like behavior wasn’t becoming of him, so you pushed him off, ready to head on your way. While you got dressed he gave you confused puppy dog eyes, which matched the whimpering escaping his mouth.

“I’ll call you later –“ you began, grabbing your jacket to leave. Baekhyun fell to his knees before you and wrapped his arms around you, refusing to let you go.

“Mommy, no please! Don’t leave me! I’ll be a good boy, I promise…please, just stay with me…don’t leave me…”

Your surroundings darkened, and all you could hear was the sound of Baekhyun’s sobs, which slowly became higher pitched as the darkness enveloped you. The moment his voice had been replaced by a baby’s cries, light returned to the room. The shocking reveal showed a beautiful baby boy in your arms while you sat in a rocking chair that had manifested in the room.

You placed the child in the bassinette in an attempt to understand what had happened, where Baekhyun had gone, but the moment you walked two steps from him, the baby screamed. The deafening sounds of the infant stopped the moment you picked him back up and held him. You decided to take him with you, and upon turning around you were face-to-face with Chanyeol.

“He only wants your attention. Don’t be like his last mother and neglect him. Love him…cherish him…” Chanyeol’s voice became muffled as everything started to fade away.

It was a dream. Coming to, the quaint vicinity around you was something unrecognizable. The bed in which you were lying was soft and comfortable, and you’d been bathed and changed while unconscious, judging by your satin pajamas and the floral aroma of your hair. If Baekhyun hadn’t pulled stunts like this with you in the past, you probably would have spiraled into a panic, but it was evident where he’d acquired the trait – Taeyeon. You sprung out of the sheets to find her.

She was waiting for you in her garden patio; she sat at a table sipping a cup of tea, the warm sunlight bouncing off her radiant skin. Her luminous glow was magnified by something as simple as the sun’s rays. In the light of day, you marveled at her attractiveness – she was fair and thin, with dark brown hair that flowed past her shoulders and was styled to perfection. Taeyeon was a paragon of beauty, and you instantly felt insignificant once in her presence.

“When did it stop raining?” you asked, completely unsure how to open the conversation with Baekhyun’s ex-lover. The severe weather change had thrown you through a loop, and Taeyeon’s ability to conceal her presence to all of Baekhyun’s family was giving you a gradual increase in concern for your safety. If she’d managed to escape the financially powerful man you loved, leaving him utterly befuddled as to what had happened to her as well as her very livelihood, it was of upmost importance to tread lightly and be incredibly tactical on everything you said.

“Raining?” she giggled with an air of mockery, “It’s only been sunny skies today.”

You weren’t about to give into her schemes and second-guess yourself. It had very well been pouring before she’d picked you up; the painful memory of losing Kay’s friendship had already branded itself into your mind, and the monotonous tone of the weather had set the stage. Taeyeon was playing a game of manipulation, but you weren’t sure of her motives. You thought it best not to argue – she’d be expecting that, and you were certain she’d have a reason or excuse for everything.

“Huh,” you conceded to say, sitting down and pulling one of the intricate teacups toward you. Taeyeon poured your tea with an unreadable grin.

“Sugar?”

“No thank you.”

“Milk?”

“I’m good.”

The tension between you was so palpable; it smothered you like the blistering heat in August at high noon. You had finished two full cups of tea in silence, Taeyeon simply admiring the weather and avoiding your gaze. She seemed completely unfazed by the fact that you were on edge; she was quite the opposite seeming very much in her element.

“That was quite rude, you know,” she stated as if you knew to what she was referring. She was in the process of pouring your third cup, tacitly waiting for a response.

“I’m sorry…I don’t know what you mean,” you slowly replied, hoping she’d give the answer. The mystery surrounding Taeyeon seemed to be building, when all you wanted was to break it down and solve it. She suppressed another laugh and slid a small envelope across the table to you – the stationery was identical to the one you’d received from Kai.

“Hopefully I don’t get diagnosed with carpal tunnel on my next checkup – you carelessly tossed the first note I wrote. Don’t open it yet –“ she immediately halted your actions as you pulled the envelope closer, “That would simply continue your rude demeanor. You may open it after leaving here today,” she instructed, the haughty tone in her voice making your stomach turn. How was it that Baekhyun had ever been attracted to her?

Silence filled the space yet again, the tension spike making it uncomfortable to continue sitting. Still, you couldn’t be rude…instead you focused on your tea, hoping that once this cup was finished that you could escape.

“Did you enjoy my gifts?” she ultimately continued as you gulped the last of your tea.

“Gifts?” you asked, unsure to what gifts exactly she was indicating. Her assumptions of your involvement on the inside jokes were far from humorous.

“The flowers. I’ve always had an appreciation for the mythology behind a flower’s intent when given to a person. Did you know Grecian warriors used to wear dandelions when going into battle? They signify courage and bravery, and the Greeks used to believe that if their best men wore them while at war, they could not be defeated,” she mused, sipping her tea politely and queuing your response with her deceiving eyes.

The flowers? You wanted to reach across the table and strangle her. Every time you’d received a bouquet or arrangement with that recurring ominous note of mystery, you’d been driven just a little more into madness. Every loving arrangement brought to you by Baekhyun immediately made you sick – he’d learned that behavior from her, from Taeyeon. She sensed your ire and stifled a laugh before doing a one-eighty on her demeanor, finally unmasking the gorgon beneath the stunning exterior.

“Oh don’t be cross, Y/N! I sent them to you with the intention of saving you. If anything, you should show me gratitude and apologize for ignoring my regard for your safety,” she belittled, reaching across the table to grab your wrist.

“My safety?! Why didn’t you just approach me directly instead of hiding behind your floral veil of anonymity?” you pulled back, hoping to fight her off of you. Taeyeon didn’t even know you – how was it that she was looking out for your safety? Why did she even care? You weren’t buying into her protective behavior – Taeyeon was only exuding conceit.

“Don’t be stupid. You of all people should know what Baekhyun is capable of – he’s not the same man I used to know…” she trailed off, releasing you and immediately removing herself from the table to stand at the rose bushes next to the gate.

“Used to know? He wasn’t always like this? Baekhyun used to be normal?” The thought of a healthy relationship with Byun Baekhyun was nothing but a distant memory of your former shell of a relationship – nothing that had ever actually been real. It was a memory of a dream…not a reality.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t think he’d ever find someone who made it past the initiation game he played with Chanyeol, I really didn’t…but you did, and he loves you, which puts you in more danger than you know.” Taeyeon began emanating anxiety; she was inconsistently plucking petals from the scarlet carsons and dropping them to the ground. The blank look pasted on her expression made you believe she was remembering some key event that you were missing.

“Why? What happened between the two of you?” you fervently asked, shaking your hand in front her face, desperate for any explanation of how and why Baekhyun was the way he was.

“He snapped…I have to escape…” she mumbled, clearly reliving the event in her mind. Taeyeon began muttering nonsense under her breath.

“Why did he snap? How did he get to that point?” you screamed, fully shaking her entire body with all your might. Taeyeon’s eyes reanimated at your action, and she pulled away from you, guilt pumping from her body like the pheromones released by the flowers surrounding you.

“I made him that way. I turned Baekhyun into a monster,” she finally revealed, placing a wistful hand across her mouth and turning away to avoid your antagonizing glare. When Taeyeon looked back at you, her face was morbidly morose; her eyes magnified by the welling tears. Your sympathy had just been tapped the moment she said the words. Baekhyun was at one time a normal man, capable of loving without admonition – and she had destroyed that.

“How? What did you do?” you spat, voice devoid of any empathy. Taeyeon clearly had a knack for driving people into insanity – you were on the cusp.

“It’s a long story…one I’m not ready to tell…” she whispered, damming back her emotions of guilt that were about to burst and flood the room. Fleeing from the situation seemed the best route for you at that moment – if you kept hounding her, it would only lead to your future warrant for her assault charge.

“Fuck you,” you stated in a dry tone, grabbing your cellphone on the table before exiting her garden to the alleyway. Your aggressive gait, contrasting the pastel pajamas you were wearing, deterred the random passers-by, each of them moving quickly out of your path. Once onto the main street, you dialed one man’s number before calling the uber home. The ringer on the opposite end of the line sounded over and over until you heard the automated sounds of his voicemail.

“Hi, Sehun, it’s Y/N. Listen, I know about Taeyeon. I want to arrange a meeting with you and your brother, Heechul tomorrow. I don’t care what time – I’ll make it work. Text me to confirm when you get this.”

If the woman responsible for Baekhyun’s misery wouldn’t give a clue in regard to past events, you were going to make sure you learned as much as you could from the men who knew him best – his brothers.

An apartment filled with boxes greeted you upon your arrival home. It had been well over forty-eight hours since you had finished packing with the help of Kay and Kai; the arduous memory put a lump in your throat. Since there was nothing to distract you, the couch seemed like the best place to wait for Sehun’s response. Checking your phone every few minutes, a full hour had passed and still no response. You began to wonder if Baekhyun had intercepted the call.

Not a minute after your assumption and a knock sounded at your door, jolting you back to reality. Who could possibly have been at your door? The frightening thought of Baekhyun – or worse, Taeyeon – filled your mind. The doorman wouldn’t have allowed just anyone up here – you had specific instructions on who was given access. Still, that didn’t stop the occasional bystander from getting passed security and into the building when a large group of tenants came home. The noise of the knock repeated, forcing you to make a decision – you couldn’t grasp the identity of the visitor through the peephole, so you took a risk and opened the door.

Kai. It was Kai, radiant and handsome as ever giving you a small grin and apologetic eyes. Without thinking, your instincts caused your arms to wrap around him in desperation, praying his presence meant that there was hope for reconciliation with Kay. It wasn’t until he trudged to the kitchen, pulling your bodyweight, that you let go of him. Kai helped you up onto the counter before saying anything, staring into your eyes like a high school crush.

“Before I say anything, Kay doesn’t know I’m here. I’m sorry, I just don’t want you to get the wrong impression of why I came over,” he pathetically confessed, slumping his head down to face the floor. The expression change in your face had caused his pitiful demeanor; your promising gaze fell to a morbid frown within a matter of seconds.

“So why are you here then?” you asked, keeping your voice as steady as possible after recovering from Kai twisting the knife further into your wound of losing Kay. He could tell you were on edge, but his comforting energy enveloped you like a snuggy and a fireplace in the depths of winter. Kai leaned against the opposite counter, placing his hands behind him and reconvening your visual exchange.

“I like you,” he said after a moment of staring deep into your eyes. You’d gotten lost in the darkness of his irises, slowly fantasizing of a world full of chicken wings and motorcycle rides with Kai – a life free of responsibility, living for each other and following your passions.

“Y/N…hello?”

“I-I’m sorry,” you stuttered after the view of Kai’s waving hand over your blank expression whisked you back to reality. You blushed the moment he noticed your cognizance; he flashed a flirtatious smile at you while he pushed his hair back with his fingers.

Kai read you like an open book; he could feel your arousal sending energy wavelengths towards him. A single step brought him before you; your legs welcomed him by wrapping around his illustrious hips. Kai was tall enough to be eye level with you, and his tantalizing stare put you into a trance – you were ready to let Kai do anything to you.

He lifted his hand to caress your cheek, moving a single strand of hair behind your ear and tracing his finger down your jaw to your chin. You could feel his pulse as his thumb idled on your bottom lip – he moistened his own with his tongue before leaning in to kiss you. Kai’s supple lips gently pressed against yours, fixating on an ambient massage before letting his tongue taste your mouth; it was then his sweet machinations added a slight aggression – nibbling at your lips while his free hand trailed down your back and pushed you to the edge of the countertop. Instincts took over and you draped your arms around his head and neck, pulling him into you.

The hand resting on your cheek snuck down to the bottom button of your pajama top. One by one, Kai unbuttoned the shirt, finally breaking the kiss when he was finished. Your hands dropped to the front of the top. With an innocent look, you removed the fabric from your torso, causing Kai’s eyes to widen with lust at your form. He was quick to remove his own shirt, but before your actions could continue, the sound of a text notification came from your phone.

“I’m sorry, I have to get that,” you resentfully apologized as you jumped off the counter and rushed to the couch. It was Sehun.

Sehun: “How about tonight? At the café next to your work?”

You cringed at the thought of returning to your coffee shop – you’d not set foot in the place since Suho’s birthday party. Kai put his shirt back on and walked to your side.

“You seem busy…I should let you go,” he muttered. You instantly dropped your phone and turned to him, still topless, and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. His hands found your waist and your lips found his, continuing the kiss from minutes before. The intensity of the kiss resuming from where it had paused, Kai reached his hands up to your chest, beginning his finger work on your exposed breasts.

Craning your neck back, Kai’s lips ventured down your neck until he reached the supple skin just north of your nipple. He watched your chest rise and fall before him, and to get a better angle, he lifted you onto the back of the couch, placing your knockers directly in front of his face. Kai licked his lips and was about to dive in at the same time your phone sounded once more. Rolling your eyes you picked it up only to push Kai away.

Unknown: “Jagi…I trust you’re being a good girl?”

Your body language changed immediately. Kai sensed the shift in your energy, asking if you were okay. You shook him off and apologized, letting him know that you’d need some time before the two of you could make things work.

“Y/N, I understand. It’s okay. I shouldn’t have pushed it,” Kai said, his overly understanding tone making you wish your predicament weren’t as it were. You kissed him goodbye before returning to your mission – you needed to know what happened in Baekhyun’s past. It was time to meet Sehun.

You: “I can be there in twenty minutes.”

Sehun: “Perfect. We’ll see you soon.”

Grabbing the first thing you could find in your array of boxes, you dressed yourself in a black hoodie and leggings, readying yourself to take on the two brothers of your revered lover.

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Qrowin + drunk sex ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“I have Friday off from Signal. You?”

“I’m on leave, as I’m sure you know.”

“… Am I thinking what you’re thinking of, then?”

“Drunk sex?”

“Drunk sex.”

Fornication while under the influence was the type of activity that needed more finesse in the actual planning than doing. As alcohol limited and blurred certain lines, a particular form of consent was needed. They had to agree on certain things.

How drunk were they going to be? Was only one of them going to be drunk? Were they going to do anything else besides drink prior to the sex?

And what exactly were they going to drink?

But aside from maybe the last question, they were usually just formalities. By the time the drinks were downed, Qrow was already swimming up Winter’s shirt. He liked the rules though - it made the moment more enjoyable.

“Well, I’m at the store. What do you wanna drink?”

“Hm… something hard.”

He scoffed, “Don’t be jumping the gun now,” he said as his eyes glazed over the selection at hand. “Let’s see, then, assuming we’re not talking about my dick for a moment, how’s rum sound? We could mix it with soda or something.”

“What, are we amateurs now?”

“Alright, no to the rum then.” He kept looking, listing off the types as he went. “Vodka, tequila, brandy, whiskey, cognac-”

“Whiskey.”

Qrow’s brow furrowed. Winter wasn’t a particular fan of whiskey though, not unless-

Oh, but of course it’d be out of stock. “… They’re out of the brand you like.”

“Damn.” There was a sigh and then a moment of silence. “Let’s get the rum then.”

“Anything to mix?”

“Qrow.”

“Just making sure, Ice Queen.”

Qrow wasn’t really sure why the two of them enjoyed having sex while drunk. There was a lot of work prior to it, a lot of work after, and sometimes neither of them recalled what happened (that’s why they tried to have it on a day off - they were both busy and had to get shit done over the weekend). And the morning after was pretty bad at times. Maybe the two of them just got off on it for some reason. Maybe the two would just be reduced to nothing but themselves, forgetting pomp and poise. But they had been married for some time now, and the both of them were just as crass as the other at times.

When he did remember it, though, it was fun. They’d watch some dumb cartoons or something and drink as increasingly silly things happened. Then somehow one of them would start cuddling the other and suddenly whoops there goes your pants dunno how it happened and I don’t care.

The cuddling was really fun though. It was an amorous way that cut out all the rules and let them go at it.

Maybe that’s why he got off on it in the end.

Maybe that’s why she got off on it.

In the end, they decided that she would have three drinks while he would have five, taking drinks every time that talking fish avoided a cartoony fate that would have normally killed anyone else. His body had splayed all over the couch, and while she had first given him a disapproving glare she took a seat in front of his waist. But after her second drink she was slouching a little, her eyes moving towards the hem of his shirt, no doubt feeling the bulge of his pants against her hips.

He turned his head away from the TV to look at her, tipping the rim of the glass against his lips as he watched Winter do the same. The two of them had dressed down - tshirts and jeans at most. After she had ruined the shirt she loved seeing him in one time, it was decided that casual fare was best.

He gave a little jerk of his hips, prodding her, and she shot a mischievous smile at him.

“Not yet, Qrow. You still have two more to go.”

“These rules are dumb and we’ve seen this episode before,” he said, sighing. “The fish doesn’t get anymore shit thrown at him.”

She laughed a little before letting her body slide down, facing him. “I guess you’ll just have to deal with me then.”

It always amazed Qrow how well Winter fit against his body. She could tuck her head right into the crook of his neck, twist and turn so that her breasts pressed up against his. It was almost poetic when the two of them finally decided to just get married. But now, two drinks away from finally getting at her, she was clearly using it to her advantage. Her lips fell against his neck, tracing his jawline. With a little nudge of her knee, his legs had parted and she was gently caressing that hardened length between his legs.

He took a deep breath. “Fucking hell, why did it have to be this episode.”

“How…” a hand slipped under his shirt, making him groan at the touch, “unfortunate for you.”

He took another deep breath and closed his eyes. “I hate this episode.”

Her hand stopped moving upward, instead tracing their way down and diving south. “I could make you hate it more.”

“Winter,” he growled, feeling her slender hands wrap around him. “Don’t we usually hold off until we had our drinks?”

“Yes, and I’ve met my share.” She leaned in towards his year, body pressing up and sliding against his. She gave a soft tug and he felt his body tense. “Good luck meeting yours.”

“Yeah, well,” turning away from Winter and shakily pouring himself another glass, he downed the drink. Carefully setting it down, one arm slid under and around her back, tucking her against him as tightly as he could. “Fuck the rules. You’re getting fingered for now.” Without ceremony, his other hand slid down her pants. She gave a small squeak, trying to stroke his member. But with how their bodies were he could tell that she was clearly having the harder time.

And with how wet she was, his finger slipped in easily. Her body flexed against him, trying to push her voice down. Her hot breath fell upon his shoulder, a hiss grating against her teeth. Qrow looked at the screen again as he slowly pushed in and out of her.

The fish took critical damage again. Instead of taking a drink though, he slipped in a second finger, making her moan loudly. She squirmed again, trying to push back, to get even, to make him cum. But he had leverage, and he curled his fingers to remind her, hitting that one spot inside her. She nearly screamed. “I wonder how long you can last.” He pushed again and she bunched up even tighter against him.

Assured that she wouldn’t try to escape his grasp, the hand at her back slid down to cup her hip, giving it a strong squeeze. Another curl, another push. His thumb began to brush up against her clit and she somehow suppressed herself to just a shudder. He felt her breasts push against his chest, head tilt back just a little, the alcohol on her breath drawing him in for a kiss. Her tongue pushed into his mouth and he accepted it, his fingers digging deeper, harder, and her body was frantic towards the end of it. She gave up on trying to return the favor, simply basking in the one-sided ministrations.

“QrowQrowQROWQR-”

It wasn’t long before she came, her hips jerking against his fingers. Any other words were lost in a jumble of loud groans into his chest as she rode out the rest of the squeezes, his hand becoming just a little more wet. When it was finally over and she lay panting, he went to pour another drink. Downing it in another gulp, he scooped Winter up and took her to the bedroom, taking extra care to mind his footing.

Thankfully she had recovered enough to know where they were going and she turned the doorknob for him. With a quick cradle and side turn to walk through the door, he kicked it shut before carefully tossing her onto the bed. With haste he removed his clothes, doing his best to throw them into the corner, but the third and fourth drinks were starting to kick in and there was a light swimming feel to the room.

By the time he crawled onto the bed, Winter had removed her top, letting her breasts display before him. Her pants were still on, but he didn’t care as he set his body and weight over her stomach and began to nip and lick away at her chest.

He didn’t bother to ask if she was ready for more. Winter was strong, even after three drinks. Schnee glyphs were still something fierce and she could throw him onto the wall if she really wanted. Her hands swathed into his hair, tangling it and dragging through his scalp before heavily pulling him back, forcing him to look into her eyes.

“Damnit Qrow, don’t make me wait for this.”

His hand traced her thigh and she shuddered. “Ready for more so soon?”

“Qrow-”

He chuckled, finally pulling himself away from her. “I get you, Ice Queen.” Still, he wanted just a little a bit of revenge. Fingers grabbing the waistband, he dragged them down and off of her. But before she could bend up and embrace him, a firm hand flipped her onto her stomach before firmly holding her down at the shoulder. He leaned in, putting just a bit of his weight onto her.

He leaned in and gave her an order.

“Ass in the air, Schnee.”

He swore he felt her shudder. But she said nothing, her hips lifting and pushing up against him. He knew she was getting into it, though, as she was pointedly dragging her flesh against him, trying to align his tip with herself. Taking a hold of himself, he slowly pushed in, the both of them shaking as the tip entered into her.

Carefully placing his other hand over hers, keeping her in place beneath him, he began to thrust. She was already wet, the slickness riding over him and the work easy for him. He tried to go slowly for as long as he could, building up to a comfortable and steady rhythm, listening to her moan into the sheets.

“Oh- Oh Qrow-”

He moved his body up closer, trying to get her to raise her hips even higher. Another thrust, another hard push against that spot of hers that would make her louder, would get her closer to the edge.

But he was getting there, too. And whatever Winter was trying to do, moving herself against him, trying to twist herself just a little bit to make it even tighter for him, it was working. He bit his cheek, trying to delay his own inevitable edge. Taking his hand off of her back, he brought up across her front and down, threading through the small tuft of white between her legs. He leaned over her body, putting his lips at her ear again.

“Cum for me, Winter.”

His hand began to toy with her clit again, and she screamed into the sheets. With a few more deep strokes into her, he let his cock experience the bliss of her spasms and he emptied himself into her. He groaned into her ear, a few choice words about how tight she was.

Finally their bodies fell still. He leaned back and away from Winter, letting herself fall to the side. His member flopped out, and for a moment he sat on his haunches, looking at her sweaty body, at his cum that was starting to drip out of her.

His eyes met hers and they knew that they weren’t done with each other. Winter was the first to move, turning herself onto her back and parting her legs for him. He leaned over and kissed her, wanting to be a bit gentler this time. It was also to buy time, just enough to get a little harder.

But he could do it - he was Qrow Branwen and he was drunk. He could do anything. Besides, it wasn’t sloppy seconds if it was his mess in there, after all, and once he was ready he pushed in greedily.

The morning after was a little more subdued compared to other morning-afters. Neither were fully smashed last night, so no vomiting occurred. But there was still a need for some aspirin, water, and a bit of cleaning up the living room. And since it was a day off, the two of them simply returned to bed to try and sleep the headache away.

When Qrow woke up, Winter was still sleeping, but he felt good enough to at least try to put food on the table. Sneaking away, he placed a kiss on her head before moving to the kitchen. She would shower first, though, so that meant he should make his simple ham and cheese sandwich first before making eggs for Winter - her preferred hangover breakfast. That way it would still be warm once she stepped out of the shower.

It was technically lunchtime when she joined him in the kitchen, taking a bite out of his sandwich. He shot a small look at her.

“I can make you a sandwich, too, if you’d like.”

She shook her head. “No need, just put on another egg for yourself.”

As he cracked another egg onto the pan, his thought from the other day came back. When the food was all set and ready, he took a seat next to Winter. His arm stretched around her back and she leaned into him.

“Say, not to say that I mind because last night was hot, but is there a reason why you like doing it drunk?”

“It’s simple, Qrow,” she pecked his cheek. “I have less inhibitions, and you seem a bit more adventurous.”

He took a bite of his sandwich. “But we don’t have to get drunk for that.”

“We don’t, and you’ve shown that you’re more than capable of that without imbibing.” She moved herself over him and took another bite from his food. “I just seem to get away with more silly things before you finally snap.”

He smiled before taking another bite of his food. He’d keep that in mind next time.

#qrow branwen #winter schnee #rwby #qrowin #prompts #smut

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