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furioussouls · 1 month ago

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LADS boys as strict professors who only have a soft spot for their wife

with [chubby reader]

Warnings: tooth- rotting fluff, chubby fem! reader

Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me, they are from the game "love and deepspace" by InFold. All lore references and worldbuilding belong solely to the creators.

requested by a sweet anon (hope it lived up to your expectations :3)

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Xavier:

Xavier's students know their professor to be the best hunter to ever exist; he was agile, capable, strategic, strong and yet gentle in the face of danger. He's open to every single question, he won't make you feel bad about yourself for asking even the most obvious questions and adds enough physical practice to balance out his thorough lectures. However, he's also one of the more intimidating professors that teaches the new generation of hunters; he'll disarm threats in the blink of an eye while his face remained the same neutral expression. His students have never seen a person fight as well as he has. He's not the type of man you'd want to piss off. Sometimes when they're staring into his emotionless face, they feel an icy shudder run down their backs.

Xavier stood in front of his students in his usual business casual attire and explained the proper strategy of defending oneself in a battle where everything seemed hopeless.

"Let's assume you're in the middle of a battle and you're too exhausted or hurt to continue, what's the next step? Yes, you." Xavier nodded at one student, who was raising his hand.

"You need to try to adapt your fighting style to your current level of exhaustion and you must-"

"No", Xavier interrupted the student quietly and looked through the room to find somebody else willing to participate but nobody else raised their hand. Xavier sighed softly and ran his hand through his blonde hair.

"Retreat. If you're too exhausted to keep fighting, you must retreat. If you're unable to because you're surrounded or in the middle of a dangerous situation- trust in your partner. They're supposed to back you up and be dependable."

His students looked at each other in confusion. Trust your partner? That's the answer?

One student raised their brow and hesitantly lifted their hand. Xavier noticed the hand and perked up. He took off his round glasses and pointed with them to the student, who raised their hand.

"Excuse me if I'm overstepping, Professor, but who was your partner?" The student asked some of the other ones looked up at him curiously.

"Ah", Xavier exclaimed and slowly blushed a beet- red. The sides of his mouth tugged up until his mouth split into a soft grin. His pearly white teeth were exposed and he scratched the back of his neck. "Well, that would be my wife. We were partners- I mean we still are. But in more ways than one now." He stammered and cleared his throat.

"Is she a good hunter?", asked one student.

"Oh yes, she is. She's so capable and strong, cute as well. Our fighting styles complete each other so well and we always depend on each other during battles. It's a great feeling to trust your partner this freely." He gushed with a soft smile. He opened up his phone and showed the lockscreen picture of you; it was your cute chubby self wrapped in the lanky arms of Xavier.

Some of his students giggled, which caused Xavier to blush and clear his throat. He put his phone away and continued with his lecture. The students that believed Xavier to be the craziest alpha male hunter are now upset that their hero is nothing more than a little puppy for his wife.

Zayne:

Zayne stood in front of his nervous students. He was dressed up in a suit, not one bit out of place; his black hair sitting perfectly, his black tie sitting smugly against his chest. Even his shoes were clean and polished. He really was as perfect as people made him out to be. He was one of the youngest cardiac surgeons at Akso hospital and is holding lectures about the human heart. Zayne sighed and pushed his glasses closer to his face with his long, scarred fingers.

"I understand some of you had questions about the assignment", said Zayne, his voice soft and deep.

One student hesitantly raised their hands and swallowed when Zayne raised his hand toward him and nodded. "Well the material is a bit.. difficult to understand, since we're only in our second semester."

Zayne tilted his head and seemed to consider his students words, his eyebrows furrowed so hard that a wrinkle formed in between them. The student swallowed, he hoped he hadn't ruined his chances with one of the most influencial doctors of his time.

"I understand the feedback, but I am not sure how much easier I can make it for you. The material is very limited. I shall look for better ones but I can't promise-", a soft knock interrupted Zayne and he turned towards the door.

"Excuse me, Professor Zayne?", your round body walked through the door with a bento box. Zayne's strict face softened immediately and he called out your name. "What are you doing here?", he asked you softly as his cheeks bloomed into a soft pink. You handed him his bento box and told him that you would go on a mission for a few days and that you wanted to see him off in person.

Zayne swallowed and the side of his mouth gently tugged up as he looked at the box. "Thank you very much, dear."

Dear? His students jaw dropped and they looked at each other in disbelief. Did that just really happen? Did Dr. Professor Zayne just call you dear while blushing? You waved at the students and they waved back at you incredulously.

Zayne cleared his throat and nodded "We were just talking about the assignment I assigned. Apparently it's.. too complicated."

You raised an eyebrow at him "Well, I hope you took their criticism seriously. I'll be off then. Have fun, guys", you winked at them and walked out the door.

Zayne cleared his throat and smoothed over his shirt after he sat his bento box down on the table. "I'll find some easier reading material for you and readjust the difficulty level of the assignment", he agreed softly and smiled at your lunchbox.

His students chuckled amonst themselves. Hopefully you'd drop by more often. They certainly wouldn't mind.

Rafayel:

Rafayel stood in front of his students' paintings and examined them with furrowed eyebrows. He hated this process, because art is not something that can just be graded like any other subject. It is deeply individual and personal to everybody and it feels wrong to grade such personal pieces. However, he is so damn bored with all these pieces. They're all missing that little something, of course all of these drawings are objectively good; a nice understanding of colour theory and shadows and applying different techniques and methods. All of it was good, but it was artficial and it felt too clean. Not authentic enough.

Rafayel sighed and raked his beautiful hands through his fluffy hair. He closed his eyes and tilted his head toward the ceiling.

Some of his students rolled their eyes at his familiar dramatic antics and others gulped and fidgeted nervously with their fingers. They all knew of Rafayel, of course. He was one of the most popular artists of his time and his works are phenomenal. It would be horrible if a brilliant man like him were to tell his young, sweet students how horrific their art is.

Rafayel stood up and walked through the room. He was as graceful as a gazelle, his button up shirt tugged neatly into his black pants.

"All of you have passed, you were all good.", he exclaimed in a bored tone.

The fidgeting stopped and the students looked up at him with in shock. "Really?"

"Yes. All of you have a great understanding of your preferred style and you did well", he yawned and turned to face all of his students "However, I'm not impressed. You have all passed this final, so create something better for me. This one won't be graded and it has no deadline. Just create something for me, something that really inspires you. Not something you can just paint well. Find a muse and paint it multiple times in different art styles and mediums, let your creativity flow. None of my students will turn out to be just a conventially acceptable artist." Rafayel shuddered at the thought and looked at the faces of his students.

One of them raised their hand "What would be a good example of a muse?"

Rafayel hummed and tapped his finger on the table "Anything you want; music, sadness, your dog, nature, your fashion style... people. My muse would be my wife." Rafayel smiled softly and rummaged through his bag. He pulled out his notebook and revealed you; he painted and drew you in many different art styles, backgrounds and positions. Your plush body always wore a soft blue gown, and your hair was styled the same way. His art looked real. Not necessarily because he was painting you in Realism, but more because of thelove and passion he felt for you.

Rafayel smiled softly and gently stroked over the pages. "This is what I want from you."

Sylus:

Sylus was a business professor. He wasn't necessarily a mean professor, but my god was he intimidating. Sylus stood in front of his students in his all black outfit. His piercingly red eyes stared into the crowd and he smirked softly.

"Hmmm", he hummed, his voice husky and gravelly. "Nobody knows the answer to my question?

"I thought it might be answer a)", a voice squeaked out and Sylus checked his notes and nodded at the student. "Very good, thats the right answer."

Sylus knows he comes off as a strict man, he really isn't though. He's also a very forgiving grader but he also knows his attitude comes off as intimidating to his students, even if he doesn't mean to be.

Sylus' phone chimed three times and he looked down; 'My sweetie' was calling. A bright smile spread on his face and he turned to his students "Excuse me, it's my wife. Hello, sweetie. Yes, I folded the laundry before I left. It should be on your bed. I left some of them on the heater so your sweater would be warm and cozy for you. Yes, the oversized one. You're welcome, honey. How was your day so far? Oh, good. I saw you packed me lunch before you left, thank you. You're the best wife one could ask for. Oh what I'm doing right now? I'm supposed to hold a lecture and answer questions", A few beats passed and Sylus chuckled deeply at your embarassed and quick rambles and turned to his students. "Alright, alright. My wife says I'm supposed to hang up now, so I'll do that. Goodbye, sweetie. I'll see you later. I love you", he hangs up his phone and smiled.

"She sounds lovely, doesn't she? I hope you all will experience the love that she has for me." Sylus said dreamily and looked back down on his answers. "Does anybody know the answer to the next question?"

Some of his students looked at each other and giggled loudly. More students started to participate during his lectures now and Sylus thankfully fell into a more comfortable rhythm with his students, and it was all thanks to you. You make everything better, you seriously do.

Caleb:

Caleb is a Professor of Flight Engineering and is licensed to give his students their pilot certificate. He is known as "the iciest Pilot and Professor" amongst his students. He teaches them both the practical and the theoretical experience that they need. Caleb is not a mean Professor, but he's definitely a strict one. He allows no disrespect towards himself or any of his students and expects his students to give their best at all times. If that "best" is only 60%, then he'll only expect 60% from you, but nothing less.

Caleb stood in front of his exhausted student. He stared at him neutrally, but not unkindly and asked "What's this piece of the engine called?" Caleb pointed at the tiny piece of metal.

His student sighed, his shoulders sagged and went back into the push-up position.

"20 push-ups, this time. You can do better than this, next week I'll ask you the same questions so study harder, alright?", Caleb turned around and asked his other students the some questions as well.

The same student walked in the park later in the afternoon with his girlfriend. He looked around and pointed at two people "Look, babe! That's my Professor Caleb." Both of them walked towards Caleb and his student's jaw dropped.

Caleb was... smiling? His lips were stretched into a bright smile as he twirled your thick body around. He looked up at you and grinned like a lovesick fool, his eyes only one step away from turning into two little hearts. Your hand was wrapped around his necklace and you pulled him closer to you like a dog and he chuckled and buried his face in your shoulder. Calebs nose gently traced along your collarbone and his strong hands wrapped around as the warm spring breeze gently drifted over your hair. The sun shone over the both of you and lit your faces up. The two of you looked straight out of a painting.

Caleb noticed his student and smiled at him and his girlfriend "Hello". You turned around and smiled at the two as well and looked up at Caleb in confusion. "That's my student", Caleb explained and kissed your forehead. You smiled and them and held out your hand "Hi, I'm his wife."

His student looked at you incredulously and shook your hand.

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thethreshold-if · 5 months ago

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The Threshold IF

[DEMO (chapter 1 part 1/3 out) | BUG/ERROR REPORT]

The Threshold is an interactive fiction game made with Twine, inspired by works like Zero Escape and Danganronpa. It has horror and adventure elements, but it’s focused on characters and their relationships.

(CW) It’s rated +18 for mentions and depictions of violence, blood, death, abduction, explicit language, use of alcohol, and more (to be added as more content is released). Viewer discretion is advised.

SYNOPSIS.

You are an average person in their twenties living in a world where people like you are mysteriously disappearing. With little help and information from the authorities and governments, you are left to live as usual, ignoring any imminent danger. At your prime age, you thought your greatest worries would be the slow decay of the world, the questioning of its leaders, and the deteriorating living conditions with the passing of years, but you’re proven wrong when you are kidnapped, too.

Locked in a luxurious but ominous hotel, you are forced to face trials alongside six other people. Who abducted you and for what reason? What does the future hold with different organizations fighting for power over the world? And just how much is at stake when you play a twisted game without rules?

Whether you want it or not, welcome to the Threshold.

FEATURES.

Choose the MC’s gender, pronouns, appearance, personality, occupation, and more.

Romance or befriend, help or betray 6 different characters in their respective routes.

Use your wits to play through different games in order to escape alive.

Try to save the world, or ruin it.

CHARACTERS.

Alix Holden. (he/him)

Alix is loving and generous, but also anxious. Despite his timid demeanor, he doesn't hesitate to stand up for others when faced with injustice.

Alix's height is average and his body slim. His black hair is messy and neck-length, always falling on his blue eyes. He has very pale skin, with faint freckles across his cheeks and nose. He’s 25 years old.

Camila Evans. (she/they)

Young and joyful, Camila has the ability to light up any room she steps in. She sees the good in everyone, and nothing warms her heart more than making people smile. How else can you get through life if you aren't positive and don't patiently wait for the sun to go up after the storm? But their naivety and innocence won't help them when death is knocking on people's doors.

Camila is short and curvy, her skin light brown and her shaggy hair dyed honey blonde. They have round hazel eyes and a piercing on the right side of their nose. She’s 23 years old.

Han Taeri. (they/them)

Taeri is kind and soft-spoken, never hesitating to lend a helping hand. Their eyes, however, betray a distance, as if always burdened by something heavy in their mind.

Taeri has unblemished light skin, contrasted by their dark brown eyes and hair. They have a pixie cut with very short bangs, and a beauty mark below their right eye. They’re 24 years old.

John/Jane Doel. [f/m gender selectable]

J is mysterious and secretive, always seeming like they are acting. For some reason, they have taken a liking to you, following you around with a Cheshire smile ever present on their face. Whether they are hiding something, or even have a connection to the game, you'll have to work arduously to discover their true intentions.

Of average height and size, with beige skin and amber eyes, one could call their appearance unremarkable, except for their hair, which they dye white keeping its tips brown. M!J keeps it short and F!J past her shoulders. They also wear glasses, with a rectangular frame. They’re 24 years old.

Kayde Foster. (he/him)

Ever the charmer, Kayde has a way with people and words. With a disarming smile and a silver tongue, he can smoothly assume leadership without anyone noticing. Whether he's genuine or deceptive most of the time, it's hard to tell.

Kayde is tall with an athletic build. His skin is, deep brown and so are his almond-shaped eyes. His hair is dark and he keeps it very short, and he also has stubble. He’s 26 years old.

Megan Cooper. (she/her)

Serious and snarky, Megan never misses the chance to share a piece of her mind, often bluntly and with zero tact. If you want to get to know her vulnerable self, you will have to break through her impenetrable facade of confidence.

Tall and lean, with skin as golden as her long hair, which she often keeps in a high ponytail, Megan looks like a model. Her eyes are light green, and her skin is splashed with freckles. She’s 25 years old.

MISC.

The Threshold is a work in progress, so things will likely change as I write more content. This also means that saves might get corrupted, and you’ll have to start the game again. I’ll try my best to avoid this, but it can happen.

English is not my first language, so there might be grammatical errors and sentences that sound unnatural. Please report these in the link at the beginning of the post, if you can!

Updates will be slow. I’ll try my best to write as quickly as possible, but with work, college and life, and my ever lethargic disposition, I can’t promise much. I do this project for fun, so I don’t want to feel a lot of pressure when I engage with it. However, I’ll try to make monthly updates so you know how things are going.

Asks are open!

Credits for the wonderful dividers: Vinny Vistazo.

#interactive fiction #if game #if wip #twine #twine game #twine wip #twine if #interactive game #interactive game wip #interactive fiction wip #demo available

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philosophicalparadox · 4 months ago

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Interesting Kisame Notes:

Some of these I think are common knowledge in the fandom at this point, but in case they haven’t reached some ears yet I’ll list them anyway.

His characterization is totally different in Japanese vs English dub, partly because his English VA typically voices utter meat-heads and given that Kisame looks like he would be, I guess it fits…buuuuuut it really doesn’t lol. In English, Kisame is very blunt and sounds pretty aggressive; but in Japanese he’s almost the total opposite:

The register of Japanese that Kisame speaks is called Keigo, which is very old and integral to the dialect spoken predominantly in Kyoto. It’s extremely formal — the nearest English equivalent dialect/register I can think of would be an amalgam of 1860’s Victorian High London English. Which is about the right time period, actually, that keigo sorta “belongs” to. (Meiji Era). I could go on trying to explain it, but the gyst is that Kisame is very formal and sometimes a little rude — there is, in fact, a register in Keigo that allows you to be both simultaneously— but he’s also meek. He’s non-committal and generally soft-spoken, even though he’s got an impressive and commanding presence. He doesn’t exactly minimise himself in a physical space or manner, but he definitely comes across like he’s trying not to “be the big baddie”, contrary to his English VA. He also refers to Itachi as -san even though by all rights he ought to use -kun, given that Itachi is 11 years his junior, which is a much loftier raise in respectful position than it would seem (all the moreso because Itachi is a little shit to him at first lol).

Kisame likes to fight, BUT he likes to fight fair. I have many disagreements with the Wiki, but this is probably my biggest gripe about Kisame on there. He’s demonstrably an honorable person, when he can afford to be. Kisame does taunt his opponents occasionally, but it’s never really anything more, and it’s clearly more for fun than for goading. He never outright insults them, though, not even when they’re very clearly outmatched, and he is curiously fond of complimenting his opponents, again even when outmatched. He’s also quite patient, albeit not as much as Itachi, but that I think comes down to their fighting styles more than anything. Itachi prefers a defensive approach, aiming to disarm, whereas Kisame has a much more smash-n-grab approach, wearing his opponent down in a contest of stamina and brute force. (Truly, these two are terrifying when you consider what they’re capable of when coordinating together.) either way, Kisame reminds me of an old Samurai in some ways, in that he follows a code, although maybe it’s one only he knows, and he sticks to it.

Kisame is very probably based on a Youkai called either the Koujin or more often Samebito. Or at the very least the Hoshigaki clan is likely inspired by the myth. Samebito are shark merfolk, essentially, and look pretty terrifying, but they’re actually quite benevolent to benign towards humans. In their mythology they specialize in making textiles of a special silk that’s entirely waterproof and very tough. They’re also, being water Youkai, very sensitive and often emotional creatures, which like some other youkai, cry tears that can crystallize into precious stones. (Water is the element of emotion). There’s a particularly famous story about one, which I won’t get into here — but the ways in which the myth reflects the man are such: Samebito are incredibly loyal to people that help them, and will literally hurt themselves or even kill themselves to help a friend or ally. They also have an honor system, one which prioritizes hospitality and fairness. They may not necessarily go out of their way to help a random human, but they’ll save people from drowning and if you do right by them, they’ll be sure to return the favor.

Kisame and Jiraiya are almost the same height. (Kisame 195cm or 6’4 3/4”, usually rounded up to 6’5” in the data books, Jiraiya is 191cm, about 6’3”) . They both are some of the tallest characters in manga canon, followed by Gai at 184cm, 6’0”.

Something that frequently goes unmentioned is that being one of the 7 swordsmen is more than just a title in Kiri, it awards you a special government role. What exactly that role is, is a bit up in the air, but we know that the swordsmen commanded units, and could command ANBU if they saw fit to. It’s also implied that there’s desk work and other managerial responsibilities associated with the position, which makes sense if we’re going the military commander route. Now obviously some of them were total whack jobs, but the fact nobody except arguably Mangetsu really liked Kisame, (we don’t know about Zabuza, but Kisame’s reaction implies they minded their own business when it came to the other) it’s interesting to think about how exactly that came to be. Cause Mr. Lightning Boy (I do not remember his name) that turns up in part 1 anime is not the sort I envision doing diligent paperwork or anything like proper commanding lol. I know I’m solidly in HC territory here, but I can envision Kisame actually trying to do his job as it says on the tin and every other swordsman looking at him like he’s nuts for sticking to his principles instead of buying into the corruption lol.

In other HC territory that is sort of canon-ish but I guess got retconned for plot or something: Kisame has a PHENOMENAL sense of smell. He’s a very good tracking nin. He’s a sensing type, with added sharky benefits. (Sharks can sense electrical activity in the muscles of prey, so I imagine Kisame is Extra perceptive.) Ergo, it has not ever once made sense to me that he’d of been genuinely surprised by the Tobi/Madara reveal. Unfortunately the tone he uses in Japanese is extremely neutral, so it’s (possibly deliberately) hard to read into. Is he being sarcastic? I’d like to think so, given what canon presents us with, but this is Kishimoto we are talking about lol. In case it’s not clear, I find it Highly doubtful that Obito could have completely changed his scent AND chakra signature beyond recognition, and the fact Itachi knows he’s playing pretend sort of leans into Kisame being aware of it, because I doubt Itachi could really keep his own skepticism under that tight of lock and key. Not around Kisame.

Alrighty, it’s 5am and I need to sleep 🤣 so take this as ye will for now

#naruto hcs #Naruto character analysis #kisame hoshigaki #Kisame character analysis #naruto meta #etc/

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toxicanonymity · 2 years ago

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Thank you for all those fics babygirl, especially the Joel ones <3 would you ever consider writing Vampire! Joel x female reader where you're in his basement chained to the wall and he does disgusting things to you to a certain extent.. Thank you honey💗

the special one.

VAMPIRE JOEL MASTERLIST

3.5k, vampire!Joel Miller x f!reader / masterlist WARNINGS: I8+ big girthy age gap (Joel 400+ / Reader 20s-50s), dark fluff, Alcohol, drugging, kidnapping, chain/restraints, blood sucking, period cunnilingus (dubcon via captivity), jacking off, reader can menstruate. Toxic softdark.

You met him late one night when you were leaving a café. Your friends left first and went the opposite direction. It was a dimly lit coffee house and bar. All night, Joel was sitting in a round leather chair near the window wearing thick-framed glasses and an unseasonably cozy, dark brown cardigan with a standing collar. He was reading a book and drinking a dark beer in a tall, narrow glass. You had your eye on him and couldn’t help but admire the way his biceps looked so huge in his cardigan, and the sexy silver patches on the sides of his beard, and his perfect nose, complimented by his glasses. He caught you looking a few times, but he never made it awkward.

As you started heading toward the exit, he stood up, closed his book, and walked out the door. He held it open for you. “Hey,” he said softly. He held his book under his arm with its spine facing you: Powers of Darkness. He shyly dropped his head and looked up at you from under his brow, gazing over his glasses. It gave you a good view of his beautiful mess of hair - mostly dark, with a flourish of salt and pepper. He turned his head toward the street as he introduced himself. “I’m Joel.”

Joel offered to walk you to your car, and you accepted since it was so dark and you had your eye on him. He wasn’t as shy once you started walking side by side. His voice was deep but soft and soothing. Smooth. He flirted with you, asking what you were drinking, complimenting your choice of colorful puma sneakers with your black dress. He said there was something about your energy. He was disarming and didn’t come off as creepy. As you walked through an alley together, you were admiring his hair, entranced by the beautiful glints of silver in the moonlight, when a huge rat scurried in front of you and into a drain. You jumped and squealed.

“Whoa, hey, it’s okay,” he chuckled and calmed you down with his hands on your shoulders.

He kept gently rubbing your bare shoulders after you calmed down. He gazed at you through his glasses with a glint of affection and your breath hitched. He leaned in for a kiss that melted your mouth. When he broke away after a few seconds, his eyes were dark with lust. He backed you into the brick wall - not aggressively, but certainly not meekly. Quietly confident. He pressed his lips and hips into yours and a bulge in his black, soft-brushed khakis hardened against your dress, making you weak in the knees. No tongue, but he sucked your saliva into him and his lips felt like heaven.

He pulled back and looked down and away. “Sorry,” he muttered.

“Don’t be,” you said. “That was nice.” He made eye contact with you, and you felt a rush of warmth.

“Good,” he mumbled, but he didn’t take it further at that point.

—-

When you got to your car, he kissed you again, then hugged you, and you felt his arousal against you, even harder, making you throb. “You smell special,” he said, his voice deep and soft above your ear. Then he dragged his lips down and kissed your neck lightly three times before he opened his mouth, his wet inner lips hitting your skin, making goosebumps prickle at the back of your neck. He moaned into your skin as he sucked and you felt like you could have taken him against your car in that moment.

He stopped and mumbled into your neck, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Your tone was sultry. “Really, don’t be.” His breath stayed on your neck, warm and humid.

“Only gonna take a little.”

“What?”

His massive hand covered your mouth, and before you could try to scream, his teeth penetrated your neck. It was deep and sudden, seizing your body with a paralyzing chill as you shrieked, whimpered, and gasped for air under his hand. He pulled his head back after a few seconds and your blood trickled out one side of his mouth. His eyes were dark. He tilted his head at you, his collar brushing his jaw as he tongued the front of a sharp little fang to get the last of your blood. You thought you were dreaming.

He shyly dropped his head again. “Sorry, sweetheart.”

You were speechless.

“It was only a little,” he reassured you. “You should be fine.” There was a hint of shame in his face as his eyes faded back to normal behind his glasses. “God, you sure are beautiful,” he gushed through half-lidded eyes.

You were more flattered than you should have been.

He leaned in for another kiss but you flinched and he stopped. “Yeah,” he shrank back. “Sorry.”

He walked backwards for a few steps, shoving his hands into his sweater. Then he turned around and disappeared into the night, the long cardigan trailing behind him. You felt a little lightheaded and stayed leaning against your car, silently in shock, until you felt okay to drive. The lightheadedness faded quickly.

The next couple of weeks were normal, but you thought about it every day. If it weren’t for the puncture wounds and bruising on your neck, you would have thought you were going crazy. Maybe you were - when you thought about the experience, you felt more aroused than afraid.

—-

When you initially woke up captive a few weeks later, the last thing you remembered was Joel emerging in the same alley as you walked to your car alone after leaving the same cafe. Your breath hitched at the silhouette of his standing collar and messy hair. You froze as his big arms wrapped around you from the side. He manhandled you into submission as he put a damp rag over your mouth.

“Shhhh,” he said. “Not gonna hurt ya, sweetheart.”

When you woke up, your neck was sore and you were in the corner of a dark, half-unfinished basement, lying on a cold, coated concrete floor. You were chained by your ankle with a brutally cold, metal cuff that rubbed on your skin every time you moved. The chain was too heavy. You were so weak from blood loss that even getting up to go to the toilet was a struggle. Despite the toilet being in range of the chain, it could take you thirty minutes to crawl over to it, taking multiple breaks to rest.

The first time Joel came down to give you a meal, he saw you crawling toward the restroom. “Oh god,” he whispered with a genuine hint of horror in his voice. “C’mere, I got ya.” He helped you into the bathroom. It didn’t have a door. He helped you onto the toilet then stood in the door frame and looked away. When you were finished, he helped you back to where you were lying against the wall. He stood there with his feet spread and looked at you for a few seconds, one arm crossed in front of him with his other hand stroking one side of his beard. His brows knitted with concern, and his eyes were watery.

He left you your meal and came back an hour later with an old mattress covered by a fitted sheet with a faded pattern of Scandinavian tulips.

“Thank you,” you told him, sincerely grateful for the relative comfort. You were too frozen and afraid to ask for anything else yet.

As soon as he left, you peeled back the fitted sheet to get inside and sleep. It was cozy like a hug for a second before it popped off the mattress, but the loose sheet was still better than nothing.

—-

You didn’t cause any trouble. Joel brought you iron-rich meals to help replenish your blood. In his eyes, it was an unfortunate situation for both of you, the fact that he needed you. He couldn’t help it that there was something special about your blood. It gave him a rush he’d never had before while feeding, and he lasted longer on yours than anyone else’s. He felt much better, too. You should have felt good about what you were doing - helping him survive with less blood. That meant hurting fewer people.

—-

You examined where the chain met the concrete. It didn’t look very old. On the other hand, there was an area of crumbled concrete on the floor, as though someone had tried to dig out of jail with a spoon at some point. You picked off small chunks of rock and used them to count the days you were down there.

On the sixth day, you were sitting on the mattress against the wall with the sheet over your legs when Joel came down. “Your days are here,” he said. You were confused at first. He took off his shoes and joined you on the mattress, folding his knees behind him and leaning on one hand, facing you from the side. He was very close, less than a foot away. He slowly tugged the sheet off your legs and the chain caught his eye. He whispered, “sorry,” and got on his knees to get the key out of his pocket. “I’m here,” he said reassuringly to himself as he unlocked it then pocketed the key again.

He moved the chain out of the way and got closer to you again. He sat back on his knees. He took a deep breath, looking you over, then began to say, “If I take it from here. . .” He put his hand on your lower abdomen. “I can go a little longer. . . Before we have to, uh.” He reached up and caressed your neck, before dropping his hand back to your lower abdomen. “If you’re okay with it,” he whispered, and caressed you there over your dress, making you tingle between the legs.

“I don’t have it yet, my period."

“It’s there,” he nodded earnestly. “It’s opening, getting ready to pour itself.” It was the strangest way of talking about the cervix. He waited for you to accept what he was saying. He looked at you with puppy dog eyes. “Can I have it?”

You studied his face. He looked pale and the color of his lips was faded. Even his muscles looked somewhat deflated. You felt bad for him.

“How do I give it to you when it’s not coming out yet?”

His cheeks flushed with some color as his eyes fell between your legs where you were holding your dress down for modesty.

“Oh,” you whispered.

“I can make it feel good,” he promised.

“Oh, uh, oh, okay.”

—-

He sat up and took off his cardigan. You couldn’t be sure if it was the same one as before, but it had the same style of standing collar. It was dark brown with tiny flecks of lighter thread, possibly in different pastel colors if your eyes didn’t deceive you. The basement was dim, and the most light it got was during sunset when the rays hit the tiny windows just right. It was almost a glare. There was no clock and sunset could be any minute, but until then, it was dark.

Joel folded his glasses and put them on top of the sweater. He was wearing a tight, tan, short-sleeve, soft-wash t-shirt. His pecs stretched the front of it. He moved you into position, flat on your back. “Try to relax, sweetheart.”

Your knees were up and he was between your legs. He reached under your dress and gently pulled down your panties. His eyes were black and shiny and he breathed heavier. He gently pushed your dress all the way up and out of the way. His biceps flexed as he hooked his hands under your knees and over your thighs. He took a deep breath through his nose, closing his eyes.

He kissed each of your inner thighs, then just above your clit. You flinched in pleasure rather than fear, but he mumbled, “sorry.” He looked up at you, and his silver beard glistened in the bright light of the setting sun through the high, horizontal window in the back corner. “Are you okay?” he asked.

He pivoted you on the mattress to get out of the light. You got up on your elbows and nodded, “yeah.” You hated to think it, but you were more than okay. When his lips touched your skin, it started to feel like a real win-win.

“I’m just gonna,” he whispered, then brought his hands to between your legs. He spread your outer lips and saw how wet you were. “Oh,” he whispered. His tone became sexy. “You are okay.” He looked up at you darkly, with the hint of a smirk on one side. “Ok, good,” he murmured to your dripping cunt.

He licked a flat, wide stripe up your entire seam then suckled on your clit, looking up at you. He took his mouth away to say “lay back, relax.” So you did. He got you warmed up, licking, sucking, and flicking his tongue. You moaned softly.

“Gorgeous down here, too,” he said before digging in again. “God, you taste special.”

He plunged his tongue into your entrance, careful to avoid nicking you with his fangs. They were curved into his mouth, which helped them not catch. His massive hands dug into your thighs as he thrust his tongue into you. “Mmm,” he moaned. He licked every crevasse of your folds and suckled at your clit again, then nudged your clit with his nose as he again penetrated you with his tongue. He tongued into you, then deliberately nosed your clit, tickling you with his smooth, soft facial hair. You felt the suction of his nostrils against you - a strange feeling, but not at all bad.

He pulled away and caught his breath. “It’s so close,” he said. “Almost taste it.” He dipped his head again and planted a kiss on your clit. “Think you can come? It might help.”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Just like that, more tongue.”

“Perfect,” he whispered between your legs.

He licked and sucked at you, then fucked you with his tongue. You moaned as you got closer and closer. He reached a hand up to your breast and you sighed. He thrust his tongue into you harder, and your hips lifted into his mouth. “Mmmm, yeah,” he murmured while taking a breath. He thumbed your clit as he sharpened his tongue and plunged it back into you.

“Ohh,” you sighed, “gonna come.”

He kept doing what he was doing, then he planted his mouth on your entrance and steadied your hips with his hands as your spine arched and you saw stars. Your hips lifted into his mouth, and he held your thighs where they met your hips, keeping his mouth firmly planted around your seam at an angle, sealing it as much as possible. As you rode your waves of pleasure, he put his tongue inside you and you clenched around it. He thrust it into you, then withdrew his tongue and sucked harder than you could have imagined as your climax persisted. He sucked and licked and sucked, and finally he groaned, “mmmm,” into your cunt.

He became more ravenous and you could tell he was getting what he was after. He alternated sucking and lapping and when he came up for air, you saw it on his lips. Color was already returning to his face.

“Taste so special, baby,” he sighed, then dug back in. His nose nudged your clit as he sucked and moaned into you, and another climax was already building. You sighed “ohh, Joel.”

“Yeah,” he panted, and put his thumb back on your clit. “Come for me, baby.” He thrust his tongue into you rhythmically, scraping out any blood he could reach, then surfacing to breathe. “Fuck,” he panted into you inner thigh. “Taste so good.” He was ravenous. He sucked and used his tongue in a way you never dreamed. Soon, you heard your moan echo off the walls as you started coming into his mouth again and he sucked full force. You finished coming, and he kept sucking. Tears sprang into your eyes with the overstimulation.

He plunged his tongue into you and swirled it around, raking for residual blood. You began to cramp and reached for your abdomen “Oww,” you whimpered.

His brow furrowed as he looked up at you with the silver in his beard and mustache tinged red. “Oh no,” he said and massaged you through a few more cramps, then they died down.

You sat up on your elbows and watched as he licked you clean of all the stray blood. He twisted his hips off the mattress and it was impossible to ignore the protrusion in his pants. When he finished cleaning you with his mouth, he sat up on his knees and thanked you. He discreetly palmed his arousal. When your eyes followed his hand, he kept it there, the heel of his palm digging into his engorged package. His face flushed. “This doesn’t always hap-.” He cut himself off, shaking his head at the rudeness of referring to his other experiences. “I mean, you’re really special. You feel really good.” He palmed himself again. “‘Excuse me for a minute.”

—-

Joel unbuttoned and unzipped his pants on his way to the restroom. You heard him spit in his hand. He breathed heavily and moaned as he fucked his fist and spit every once in a while. His sounds of pleasure made your core buzz for more. “Ohh,” he moaned as his fist slid along his shaft. “Fuck,” he panted. Your nipples hardened again and you reached for a breast. You squeezed your thighs together. You wondered if he’d fuck you, but tried to suppress the thought. You felt moisture between your legs.

He spit again. “Oh, fuck,” he panted as his breath became ragged. You dipped a finger into yourself and looked at it - no blood, just arousal. He sucked you clean and you wondered if your period was over before it began. “Ohh, god,” he sighed, and the sound of skin sped up. He breathed louder, then groaned as he came. When he was finished, he sighed, “Ohhh,” in relief. Then the water turned on for a minute.

—-

When he emerged from the restroom, his facial hair was mostly clean. He paused in the door frame. “Sorry about that,” he said and looked down and away. “I can already feel it, sweetheart.” You could see it, too.

veins had returned to his hands and his muscles looked pumped compared to before. He looked alive, vibrant, even sexier than before.

He put his glasses on, and got back between your legs then sat back on his heels. He cupped your cheek, and looked deep into your eyes. “Never felt like this before,” he lamented. “Never in all these years.” Your heart raced at the realization that he could be hundreds of years old. No wonder he was good.

He looked regretful. “Hate it for ya, sweetheart. But it’s our destiny.”

“What is?”

“You’re my One.”

“What,” you whispered to yourself.

“We’re a pair,” he whispered and looked at you affectionately. “You complete me.”

You were disturbed by his delusions, and even more disturbed by the way your heart swelled at his words.

He remained between your legs and put his hands down on the mattress on either side of your torso, scooting toward you. He tried to kiss you, but you sucked your lips into your mouth then turned your head.

He sat back and looked wounded.

You were incredulous. “My purpose is to complete you?”

“And mine is to take care of you,” he said and caressed your thigh.

You were crushed at this world view. A small, self-sabotaging part of you had to wonder if he was capable of change. You scolded yourself for expecting more from a man who attacked you in an alley, kidnapped you, and was holding you prisoner in his basement. You allowed a moment of silence to pass, during which he curled up and laid his head on your lower tummy. He looked up at you lovingly. That's what he wants? To take care of you?

“You’re not doing a good job,” you whispered and watched his face fall.

He looked like he could cry. You suppressed your satisfaction. He got up on his knees and looked around. “Yeah,” he admitted. “Gimme a minute.”

He stood up and put on his cardigan. He jogged upstairs, sweater flowing behind him, and came back with a warm washcloth, a blanket, some Advil, and water. That felt like a decent start - the bar was truly in hell.

“Wanna take good care of ya,” he said as he cleaned his saliva from between your legs. He looked up with desperate eyes and said, “Teach me.”

—-

Thank you so much for reading and engaging! there is more vampire Joel. His masterlist is linked at the top of the fic.

If you like vampires: I have vampire!Michael Myers one-shot here: Michael’s Castle. Also, @atinylittlepain already had a great vampire!Joel drabble here: little pinch and has a vampire!cowboy AU now!

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#joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #dark!joel miller #pedro pascal characters #vampire!joel miller #toxicanonymity ☠️#vampire!Joel☠️#tw dubcon #joel jacks off #PPCU jacks off #PPCU jacks off ☠️#someone jacks off #content label

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msilwrites · 5 months ago

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Papa Bear Material Ch 2- (Captain Price Fic) - Rejection

Chapter 1 Chapter 1 (Shorter Version)

Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 (Last Chapter)

Summary: Y/N is a reserved former constable and master sniper in the London police force, now working full-time as an artisan. She reconnects with old colleagues at a grill house for a catch-up, where her former junior, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, tries to play matchmaker. Gaz’s attempt to set her up with the retired SAS and Papa Bear material, Captain John Price, is met with resistance as Y/N is caught off guard by the unexpected attention. John was still standing there, his tall frame casting a long shadow over her stall, his rugged charm cranked up to eleven. Y/N folded her arms and cocked her head, trying not to smirk at the earnest look in his eyes. She couldn't lie—the man had an aura that could make most people weak in the knees. But Y/N? She wasn’t most people.

“So,” he said, leaning slightly on the edge of her table, his broad shoulders somehow managing to look casual and intimidating all at once. “What do you think? Dinner? Drinks?” His smile was warm, patient, and just a little too disarming for her liking.

Y/N tilted her head, pretending to consider it, tapping her chin with one finger. “Hmm... dinner, you say? With you?”

He chuckled, clearly amused. “Yeah, with me. Can’t be that bad, can it?”

She gave him a long, exaggerated once-over, squinting as if she were inspecting the glaze on a piece of pottery. “I dunno, John. You seem... high maintenance.”

“High maintenance?” He laughed, the deep rumble of it making nearby passersby glance over curiously. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Not at all,” she said, suppressing a grin. “Look at you—broad shoulders, trimmed beard, that shirt that fits you so well. You’re practically a walking cologne advert.” She waved a hand in his general direction. “I’m just a humble potter, mate. Don’t think I can keep up with your... shine.”

John blinked, his smile faltering slightly, but only for a moment. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious.” She grinned now, wide and cheeky. “Besides, I’ve got a pretty full schedule. Craftsmanship is demanding, you know. Long hours, lots of stuff to carve or clay to wrestle. I can’t just drop it all for a man who looks like he belongs in an action movie.”

“Action movie?” His eyebrows shot up, amusement flickering in his eyes.

“Oh yeah. The grizzled, brooding type with a mysterious past.” She raised a brow. “Bet you’ve got some kind of tragic backstory too, don’t you?”

He opened his mouth to respond but closed it again, clearly unsure how to counter her teasing.

“Thought so,” she said smugly, crossing her arms. “Sorry, John, but I’m not looking for a leading man. I’m more of a sidekick type, you know? Keep things simple.”

For a moment, he just stared at her, a bemused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Then he stepped back, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, Y/N, you win this round. But don’t think I’m giving up that easily.”

“Wouldn’t expect anything less from a man Gaz sent,” she called after him as he turned to leave, and then sighed in relief.

As he walked away, she couldn’t help but chuckle to herself, shaking her head. Papa Bear material or not, I’ve got pottery to sell.

On to the NEXT CHAPTER ----------->

#Captain Price #Retired! Captain Price #Captain John Price #Captain Price Call of Duty #Captain Price x Reader #Captain John Price x You #Captain Price x Y/N #Captain Price x Female Reader #Call of Duty Fic #John Price x Reader #John Price x You #John Price x Y/N #John Price x OC

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artificialmoth · 7 months ago

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Pointing at you

Gimmie Phantom/Ifrit propaganda. Right neow. NnEEOWOWOOWOWOW!!!! IN MY HAND!!!!!!!!!!!

YEAAA im always ready for phantom/ifrit propaganda :3

Phantom's the pretty new ghoul & Ifrit's been round for a while. He's part of the unofficial welcoming committee, he takes a LOT of pride in being the one to welcome new ghouls into the Abbey. He loves his job in welcoming any new ghouls, be it new summons or transfers.

but he ESPECIALLY liked welcoming Phantom. Phantom hadn't been summoned before, and as the most eager ghoul, Ifrit was tasked with showing Phantom the ropes of living up-top. He oversaw anything Aether couldn't do - stepped in if Aether was pulled away, or wasn't able to clear his busy schedule.

They got close, and fast. Ifrit's less of a mentor and more of a friend, he loves sneaking Phantom out to go to the nearest town, as Ifrit's one of few ghouls trusted with a fake license and unrestricted car access.

They're SO close you'd think they knew each other in the Pits or something, but really its bc of how good Ifrit is at disarming people. He's insanely charming, and already plenty kind. Its beyond easy to trust him!

He helps Phantom with guitar, and his blocking and overall stage presence. Likewise, Phantom shows him the easier ways to break into Mounty's stash without him knowing, and they spend PLENTY of nights tangled together, high as all hell.

When Phantom leaves for tour, its a bit emotional. Not only are they leaving his formal mentor, Aether, but he's gotten SO close with Ifrit. Dancing around some deeper feelings - Phantom wasn't sure how to make a move on a ghoul like Ifrit, part of him doesnt feel like hes deserving of Ifrit's love, and Ifrit not wanting to make a move on Phantom bc he doesn't want to start anything before Phantom has to leave.

Ultimately, mid-tour, Ifrit and Aether sneak to attend a show bc Dew wasn't doing so hot and Ifrit could tell Phantom was starting to really feel it, too. Nothing Ifrit and Aether did could've ever prepared Phantom for tour, frankly.

They got to watch rather than play, admiring their ghouls on stage. It was all coordinated, so they'd be backstage when the ghouls + papa would be finishing up the encore.

Everyone expected Dew's reaction - very much angry-happy, tackling Aether and practically climbing him in his excitement.

NO ONE expected Phantom to do the same. Dropped everything and RAN to Ifrit. And, naturally, Ifrit caught him. Twirled him around and squeezed him nice and close. Phantom started crying right away, mask still on. Ifrit had to help him get it and his balaclava off so he could breathe, and Phantom didn't even hesitate when he grabbed Ifrit and pulled him into a kiss.

Everyone teases them for their first kiss, just lightly. Its perfect, and they both like to talk about it. Ifrits a bit more dramatic about it, acting like Phantom dipped him low and kissed him. But really, Ifrit was holding Phantom up and didn't expect it.

theres definitely a picture of how ifrit looked after. naturally.

#ask #skele-bunny #the band ghost #phantom ghoul #ifrit ghoul #THEYRE SO REAL TO MEEEE #mothspeaking #mothanswers

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dream-thief-forever-amen · 4 months ago

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I love that the “hero” is still the absolute worst in season 2.

Let us explore the evidence.

Spoilers below:

1. Does not get on the plane to be a father to his child… his supposed motivation to earn money in the first place. Even when he has billions. In fact he’s become even more distant and unreliable, not even communicating with her any longer.

2. Promises to care for that girl’s younger brother but dumps him off on an old woman without explanation and a bag of cash. Continues to watch this old woman raise this random kid while working her old bones off in an outdoor market. Just like he watched his own mother work herself to death to care for his fully grown butt.

3. Does not use his considerable fortune to get the kid’s mom out of North Korea - just does the bare minimum with one broker.

4. Hoards his wealth to pursue his private obsession. Spends two years wasting away in his private hobby hotel and still does not have a solid plan or even good ideas about how to handle the murder island - and has not attempted to outsource this large problem to others better equipped to solve it.

5. Still has not realized the old man’s gamble at the end of season one with the homeless man only required that HE go down and help the dude or go down and get someone else to work with him to help the dude instead of just watching and hoping something would happen (This is arguably the theme of the show).

6. Gets back into the game but does not tell a single soul it’s a murder machine until AFTER they have all signed up, been photographed, and marched onto the field to be slaughtered.

7. Did not check in on or help his friend from season one, even though they were still in the same city and his friend was struggling. Now that poor sod is also in the game.

8. Doesn’t make his impassioned speech to convince others not to continue the game after round one - nope, not until over half have already voted and his own side is losing.

9. When the majority votes to continue the game, he makes no attempt to try to reason with or plead with those who voted to stay, even though they only lost by a narrow margin. The entire group stays divided and refuses to work together. Ironically it is two characters from the other, majority side who make a point to reach out to him. One of them shares his personal story of why he voted the way he did - swaying hearts and minds - which is ironically what our “hero” should have done. Except he doesn’t have a sad story of circumstances - he is the sad story.

10. Later our male lead finally thinks it’s time to perhaps attempt to sway some hearts and minds and is instantly talked out of it cause it might stir up trouble… in the murder game… the irony…

11. The completely haphazard plan to take over the facility by disarming the uniformed guards. Even though he knew they were outnumbered, there is surveillance everywhere, and he had zero plan of what to do next. Leaving the majority of his “team” to fend for themselves (and be murdered) while he secured the strongest among them to hide in wait.

HE IS THE WORST.

Is it a case of being your own worst enemy, of mental illness, of selfishness, stupidity? Is it soupical tendencies born from disappointments? Is it just in our DNA?

I don’t know. But I do think this show has gone to great lengths to show us repeatedly that the male lead is someone who doesn’t know how to care for others.

His sweet daughter loves him dearly but you could already see she was old enough to be disappointed in him. There was pity there too.

Money can’t change your bad habits or your crap personality.

This man didn’t even invest his money so that at least the interest could fund a few orphanages or homeless shelters in perpetuity. Nope, he’s got it sitting around on a mattress.

I also find it interesting how many older women are still trying to raise fully grown men in this show. The male lead’s mom. The mother of his dead friend who our male lead tosses another son onto. The mom contestant in season 2. There’s too many for it not to be commentary.

I’m glad we have shows like this though. Cause there are no easy answers. This island is just a symptom of a larger problem, one that can’t be fought alone. It will take many heads coming together to even start to unravel the mess we are in.

Anyways… looking forward to the finale. I would not be surprised if our lead male becomes a new commander of the games at the end.

#squid game #squid game season 2 #spoilers

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soylent-crocodile · 3 months ago

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Howling Banshee (Prestige Class)

(Howling Banshee by LordVishenka)

(This was by far the easiest aspect shrine to convert to PF1; they're defined as nimble terror troops that use 40k's ill-treated morale rules. Dexterity-based intimidate class. Done.)

Howling banshees are the other aspect shrine of the Asuryani focused on melee combat, along with the striking scorpions. In many ways they are opposites; where striking scorpions favor stealth and power, howling banshees storm into battle as a screaming wall of blades and noise. They are designed to terrify their enemies and strike hard and fast, crippling the foes of the Asuryani before they can even react.

Notably, gender in Asuryani society is fluid and tied to the role one is in rather than ascribed to some physical quality. All howling banshees are women; this is not because they only admit women, but because to be a howling banshee is to be a woman. Striking scorpions, similarly, all use he/him pronouns.

Role: Howling banshees are the terror troops and nimble warriors, capable of weaving through combat to spread fear and bloodshed. Alignment: Like most aspect shrines, howling banshees abhor chaos and so are rarely chaotic. HD: d10

Prerequisites

Race: Must have the Elf subtype Stats: Dex 15 Skills: Intimidate 5 Feats: Weapon Finesse, Exotic Weapon Proficiency (Asuryani) Other: Must be inducted into a howling banshee shrine.

Skills

A howling banshee gets 2+Int mod skills per level. A howling banshee’s class skills are Acrobatics (Dex), Climb (Str), Intimidate (Cha), Sense Motive (Wis), and Swim (Str)

Weapon and Armor Proficiency

A howling banshee is proficient with light and medium armor.

Banshee Mask

A howling banshee is gifted a banshee mask, a grotesque tool of terror holy to the Asuryani. This weapon is specially crafted for her; all other creatures treat it as having the broken condition, and it If the weapon already has the broken condition, it does not work at all for anyone else trying to use it. This weapon can only be sold for scrap (it’s worth 4d10 gp when sold).

Banshee’s Wail (Ex)

When a howling banshee deals slashing damage with a melee weapon, she may make an intimidate check to demoralize her target as a free action. If she is successful, the target is shaken for a number of rounds equal to the damage dealt. If her attack was a critical hit, the target is additionally frightened for one round.

First to the Fight (Ex)

A howling banshee adds her charisma modifier to her Initiative, at a minimum of +0.

Intimidating Finesse (Ex)

At level 2, a howling banshee adds her dexterity modifier to her intimidate checks in addition to her charisma modifier. This bonus does not stack with the bonus granted by the feat Intimidating Prowess.

Backflip (Ex)

At level 2, a howling banshee is exceedingly nimble and agile. She ignores the penalty to jumping without a running start and halves the DC to make high jumps.

Graceful Avoidance (Ex)

Creatures with the shaken condition cannot make attacks of opportunity against howling banshees of level 3 or greater.

Piercing Strikes (Ex)

A level 4 howling banshee’s blows are perfectly timed to take advantage of the cowering of fearful enemies. When attacking a shaken enemy, she may apply her dexterity modifier to damage rolls when making a melee attack with light weapons and weapons with the finesse special quality. She also adds her dexterity bonus to trip, disarm, and reposition checks in addition to her strength bonus against such enemies. This bonus does not stack with the Agile Maneuvers. feat

Banshee Blade

At level 5, a howling banshee becomes an exarch, a respected and feared member of their aspect shrine who has lost herself to the craft and is gifted a +3 Thundering banshee blade. This weapon is specially crafted for her; all other creatures treat it as having the broken condition, and it If the weapon already has the broken condition, it does not work at all for anyone else trying to use it. This weapon can only be sold for scrap (it’s worth 4d10 gp when sold).

Banshee Mask Technological Item Price: 10,000gp Weight: 4lbs Slot: Head The wielder of this mask gains a +5 bonus to intimidate checks. Additionally, as a standard action the wielder may make an earsplitting shriek, dealing 5d6 sonic damage to one target within 60ft, will save for half. The save is equal to 8+the wielder’s ranks in Intimidate.

Banshee Blade Exotic Weapon Price: 100gp Type: Two-handed Melee Proficiency: Exotic Weapon (Asuryani) Damage: 1d8/1d10 Critical: x3 Range: Melee Type: S Weight: 6lbs Special: Finesse, Reach The banshee blade is an eldritch curved weapon that was designed specifically for the fighting style of the howling banshees. It is uniquely precise among polearms and incredibly difficult to find, granted only to the most powerful of Asuryani warriors.

#soylent original #classes subclasses and archetypes #asuryani #warhammer 40k #howling banshee

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rosemaze-reveries · 1 year ago

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ANY DM CRUMBS OUT THERE... 🫴

basil wasil im yuor biggest fan............

⚠️ a little suggestive

D.M. is an avid fan of billiards. As a highly skilled player, he has high expectations for his partners. But whether you're experienced or not, he's fond of inviting you to an evening of pool every once in a while. Privileges of being his lover <3

He loosens up a lot during his games with you. It's less about competition and more about enjoying his time with you. He gets a little carried away adding "extra rules" to each round, making penalties much more personal & intimate (take this as you will).

Almost always, these nights end with your cues discarded on the floor & one of you pinned over the table 🙈 No losers here.

If you've never played pool before, he'd definitely be eager to teach you ... he does that thing where he stands flush behind you, arm parallel to yours as he guides your aim.

He knows how to turn anyone into putty in his hands. As someone who's been dancing with high society all his life, he's perfected his disarming smile & pretty words. It takes little effort to ease people into giving him information.

But his mind tends to wander around you, leading him to open up about himself more often than he would like. You're just a comfortable presence for him.

Still, he's too stubborn to fully lay his heart out for you. He has a habit of slipping out little comments about his love for you, only to backtrack & pretend he was just teasing you 🙄 At first he might've been slick about it, but you've gotten good at recognizing when he tries to cover up his heart.

If you call him out on it, he'll say something like "When have I ever done anything to suggest I might not consider you mine?" <- still teasing

On the other hand, he gets jealous very easily, even when the cause isn't obvious. He'll refuse to talk about it and just bitterly retreat to his room. According to his butler, he's always been prone to these little tantrums.

Despite the gentlemanly front he wears in public, he really doesn't care about honor. He's more selfish with you, waiting for you to come comfort him.

#identity v #idv imagines #idv x reader #identity v x reader #desire melodis #desire melodis x reader #dm x reader #dm x you #joseph desaulniers #idv photographer #joseph desaulniers x you #joseph desaulniers x reader

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brunossan · 1 year ago

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RWBY JAUNE WITCH HUNTER AU

Part 3: Jaune and The Girls

*in the Last Episode, Jaune Arc discovered that Witches have a way to find their mates by seeing a certain light in someone's eyes. Now, this Witch Hunter apprentice is The mate of 4 Witches: Ruby Rose, Yang Xiao Long, Blake Belladonna and Weiss Schnee.*

*Now, The Narrator is gonna let Jaune tell How he is right now. After all, in The time of this AU, one week has passed.*

Jaune: Hum... I am supposed to read something?

*no, Jaune. Just Tell me, How this week has been.*

Jaune: Oh! Its... Been great. Im living pretty well actually.

*So They are treating you well?*

Jaune: I mean... In their own way. *Blushes.*

*If you do not feel ashamed, Tell me. How They are with you?*

Jaune: Can i Tell in Order? *The Narrator nods* Ok. I Will start with Ruby. She is gentle, kind and Very cute. And she loves weapons. Like, a lot!

flashback on

Ruby: Here, right here. *She shows her scythe to Jaune, focusing on The Blade* You see? Its getting blind.

Jaune: Blind?

Ruby: It means The Blade is getting Weaker. But with my Magic, i can revigorate It. *she uses her wand and The Blade is shining like New* See? Good as New!

Jaune: That's Very cool!

Flashback off

Jaune: And that night i discovered that It also affects organic things.

flashback on

Jaune: *panting, no clothes on bed* Ruby... Please... No more... Its been 6 times already... The others are gonna get angry...

Ruby: *on top of him, with a grinning Smile* Well, I was the one to bring you here. And I convinced Yang that you would Last The entire night in my First time so...

*she Takes her wand and touches The tip of his Dick with It. Without any further Warning, The massive dong rises again, Ruby smiling in a pervert way, while Jaune looks terrified.*

Ruby: Get ready for more 4 rounds of riding.

Flashback off

Jaune: Yeah... Ruby can be cute and kind. But in bed... I must pray to survive her lusy.

*And The other girls?*

Jaune: Oh, yeah. Well, Blake is like a cat. She is serious, acts like Nothing matters but... She has a Very cute and needy Side too.

Flashback on

Jaune: Is that... Cat ears?

Blake: Yep. *Reading an erotic book, sitting by his Side in The couch* I use to hide them in a bow, as Its a way Witch Hunters finds either Witches like me or Familiars.

*Jaune looks at her cat ears, an urge growing Inside of him. Blake notices his looks, grabbing its hand and putting it in her Head.*

Blake: Listen. If you ever Tell anyone that i like being petted, i Will turn you into a Frog And dissecate you. Got It?

Jaune: ... I got It.

Blake: Good. Now you can pet me.

*Jaune moves his Hand in Blake's Head, patting her. The Black haired girl then lets a small and cute purr, while clinging in The Blonde one*

Blake: You know, you have a good talent with hands.

Jaune: I was the best at polishing armors and giving massages in The academy.

Blake: Massages? *She lays in his lap, letting her back visible to him, smiling in a smug way* The girls Will take her time to Go back, so How about you give me a special massage?~

*Jaune gulps, as he looks at her back and butt. He looks around, trying to see If They are truly alone. Suddenly, his neck is pulled by a Black cat tail, making him get on top of Blake's back, his crotch near her butt. She smiles as she feels his bulge grows beetween her buttcheeks*

Blake: Oh, so you are Anxious for that~

Flashback off

Jaune: Blake is The boldest of them all. And likes to take risks. Different of Weiss. Weiss is... A princess. She is Very bossy and its on Command of everything. But there's The thing. She... Knows How to motivate everyone.

Flashback on.

*Jaune is swordfighting with Weiss in The forest, The girl overpowering him with its Rapier. Suddenly, with a fast cut, Weiss disarmed him, slicing its rusty armor in half. Jaune drops his Sword, putting his hand up*

Jaune: I surrender.

Weiss: Good. *she makes her Sword disappear* Its Very rare for a Witch Hunter to surrender.

Jaune: Im not totally a Witch Hunter, you know.

Weiss: Yes That's why i Said It, dolt. *she cleans her hands*. You need to improve If you wanna have a chance against me. Or anyone.

Jaune: I got it... *He turns around, going towards The house.*

Weiss: Where are you going?

Jaune: Im tired. I wanna rest. *he bumps into an Ice wall* ouch!

Weiss: You are not tired. I can Sense it. Come here and Tell me what's wrong.

Jaune: Im saying im Fine! Its not enough?

*Weiss opens its arms, Jaune dont understanding any of this. Suddenly, an Ice Pillar pushes him towards her, The girl embracing The taller One in a gentle hug.*

Jaune: W-weiss what are you doing? *He asks as he blushes, his Head in her chest*

Weiss: People used to treat you harsh, right? And your calming mechanism... Was hiding. Lying that you are tired Just for staying alone... *She touches his hair, stroking it.* And crying.

Jaune: I dont cry. Im Fine.

Weiss: Jaune... *She pulls him down, making him knee* You know that a week has passed and The light didnt faded away, right?

Jaune: ... Yeah.

Weiss: So dont be afraid of crying on my shoulder when you want to. Ok? You are my mate, our mate. And... I wont think you are weak If you show me your feelings.*

*Jaune Arc stopped resisting The hug and started letting himself be embraced by Weiss arms, all while sunking its Head in her shoulders and, in silence, letting The tears flow. Weiss stroked his hair, while thinking that Maybe They werent so different after all.*

Flashback off

Jaune: I like that she is The Ice Witch but gives me The warmest hugs. Even in bed. Her favourite position is anyone where she can hold in me. In my opinion, i think she is The most clingy.

*I see that your Relationship with them has improved. But i have a question for you. And Yang? You still didnt talked about her.*

Jaune: Oh. Yang. Of course. Well... She is... Difficult. Very difficult. I dont think she likes me much. In fact we still didnt did... Anything. *Sigh* I still think she wants to Crush me.

*I as The Narrator knows everything. However, i cant Tell you much. All i can Tell to you its to be patient. Because you still need to Dig deeper Into her Heart.*

Jaune: Can you give me some advice?

*Unfortunally, only on next episode. Also, If someone wants to know something more about this séries, The Askbox and The comments are always open. See you later.*

*To be Continued...*

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silviakundera · 10 months ago

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The Princess Royal ep 27 and 28

The moment when both Li Rong and Su Rongqing are like SHIT, your brother stepped into our game of thrones.

Damn it Su Ronghua, omg this is making me more heated than in the book.

now they're giving me the future flash of his death to make me sad but NO. NO! ACUALLY IDC. everything is your fault. 😤

blah blah romance with Shauggan Ya NO. NO NO NO. JAIL FOR 10000 YEARS

It's divorce era! SRQ's absolutely full proof plan has NOT devolved into a scenario that will lend PWX more power and cause his ex to soon start humping him like rabbits.... right... right?????

but who caresssss when my bro Cui Yulang is back in town 🎉

THE WAY HE HAS BOTH SRQ AND PWX SO PRESSED because they know he would hit that with the fury of god lololol

Look I do hate Consort Ruo but this whole poisoning the emperor thing is her 1 good idea

I am a simple woman who enjoys watching SRQ realize he's been clowned. And drunk Cui Yulang and exasperated Li Rong passing back & forth messages

Every time he brushes back a tendril of hair, I can hear her from the novel, "Be normal!"

They kept it! So I can be a softy and I admit was a bit charmed by this minor character when LR shared her view of someone with talent and perhaps desire to be of use, but who in her life never accomplished anything... and then he stops pretending to be a shallow pretty face for a moment to confess the real reason he wants to work for her is simply that he thinks she cares about people. I was disarmed by the way he doesn't think she'll believe that - but she immediately does (how few people have believed that about her, how few people have taken him seriously)

They even included PWX's petty ass fucking with the carriage 😭

Oh pleaaaaseeeeee Cui Yulang trying to come up with complaints about Li Chuan and everyone is like ?? ?? 😭😭😭

MY BODY IS READYYYYY for Li Rong digging a big pit with spikes and convincing Consort Ruo to enthusiastically jump in

Please don't let me down drama, I want that whole scheme!

For once the Su Rongqing and Li Rong scene actually worked for me. I did feel that moment where she bluntly references that this battle is heading in 1 direction: one of them will fall. We can see the blow hit both them. SRQ has been stubbornly in denial that this fight is against her faction but he's not taking her down - not truly. Not this time. But she just ripped all pretense away.

(this is where the story gets me to care about their dynamic. not as a love triangle, which it never really has been. but as 2 broken things that used to huddle in the dark to keep warm, now with a new chance in the light... and this is what they're going to do with it? fight to the death? it's sad.)

My darling Pei Wenxuan has not actually lost in brains from jealousy. Good for him.

(In the novel during this time he's secretly plotting shit about the exams and hiding it from LR, because of the whole 'we used to be the leaders of 2 competing factions in the last life' thing that LR was originally concerned about but then the glow of love made her stop being concerned about it, but guess!! what!!)

(I'm 98% sure they are gonna simplify that conflict.)

"Would you like to have the Inspectorate Office?" yaaasss lets goooooo

Su Rongqing, having no idea of wth is going on: Am.... I about to be clowned ?

as of Round 3 (work in progress):

Li Rong: 2

Su Rongqing: 0

Cui Yulang: my sincere love & devotion, whatever what's worth

[preview shows that next 2 episodes start some horny sneaking around ! whee!]

#cdrama #silvia watches #the princess royal

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justinspoliticalcorner · 8 months ago

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Pema Levy at Mother Jones:

America loves a sports metaphor. On the third night of the Democratic National Convention Wednesday, Vice Presidential nominee and Minnesota Gov. Tim Walz showed up by his preferred title, coach, to give a pep talk to American voters. “I haven’t given a lot of big speeches like this,” Walz said bashfully. “But I have given a lot of pep talks. So let me finish with this, team. It’s the fourth quarter. We’re down a field goal. But we’re on offense and we’ve got the ball. We’re driving down the field And boy do we have the right team.” The crowd changed “Coach! Coach!”

A month ago, few Americans knew who Walz was. The governor of Minnesota had a low national profile until he began making the rounds on TV, presenting himself to the American people and, in so-doing, auditioning for the suddenly- open position of Democratic vice presidential nominee. Walz changed the race when he called the Donald Trump, JD Vance, and the MAGA movement “weird.” It was a disarming attack, stripping Trump of his power and turning the dour former president it with something like a joke. In selecting Walz, Harris chose a savvy communicator. But she also chose a foil to the weirdness on the other side of the ticket. In Walz, Harris found the opposite of Donald Trump’s running mate, Sen. JD Vance of Ohio. Both men are veterans. Neither spent their formative years in a coastal city. But the policies they stand for and the temperament they display are starkly different. [...]

Walz’s speech highlighted his record in Minnesota, parts of which Harris would seek to replicate as president. “We protected reproductive freedom,” he said. “Even if we wouldn’t make those same choices for ourselves, we’ve got a golden rule: Mind your own damn business.” Walz also shared his own connection to the current battle over reproductive choice. He and his wife, Gwen Walz, used IVF to start their family. “If you’ve never experienced the hell that is infertility, I guarantee you know someone who has,” Walz said. “I’m letting you in on how we started a family because this is a big part about what this election is about.” Walz’s job Wednesday was to introduce himself to American voters, to convey the goals of a Harris administration, and to knock down the opposition. In his final pep talk of the night, the former coach did just that. “We’ve gonna leave it all on the field,” he said in his finale. “That’s how we’ll build a country where workers come first, health care and housing are human rights, and the government stays the hell out of your bedroom.”

Wrapping up Night 3 of the DNC was Minnesota Governor and Kamala Harris VP pick Tim Walz. His speech reminded me why I was happy she picked him as his running mate.

Walz’s speech hit home some important themes, such as the “government stays the hell out of your bedroom”, free school lunches > book bans, and “minding your own damn business”.

He dropped in some coaching metaphors, such as the reference that the Democrats were down a field goal with a chance to tie the game or take the lead.

America, we need to elect this fine man as our Vice President along with Kamala Harris!