#please I just want more things to breed with imps that give them half the time and I don't have to pay gems for

[aoria-fr]

me and the boys discussing breed rarities and obtainment methods

[darkacua]

I read Brad Wayne's hashtag and now I can't stop thinking.

As the title says, I read too much about Brad Wayne and now my mind can't stop thinking about it. So I would like to think that everyone is (relatively) calm about Brad's arrival at the mansion, if they have their doubts about whether he is an evil clone or if he is a villain resentful because Bruce did not know how to use a condom and never went back into contact with his ex-girlfriend, but they are trying to take it easy, especially Damian, who still has a few problems accepting that his father has not only another blood son but is also older and therefore more worthy of his legacy ( he knows this is not true but bad habits die longer).

To give him some credit Brad really pays attention to Damian, to be honest he pays great attention to everyone, he went from being an only child to having around 6 brothers and sisters in one day and he wants to make the most of it so he tries to learn you everyone's interests and do bonding activities with them.

Dick is impressed by this boy's dedication to fitting in with the family and convinces (cough*force*cough) everyone to try the activities including Bruce and Alfred. It was a productive day when they discovered that Tim can take 10 completely perfect photos while running an obstacle course against Cass (these photos were framed at Bruce's request).

Damian begins to trust Brad a little more when he discovers that he has a pet, and not just any pet, he has nothing more and nothing less than 2 rabbits and a parakeet.

Damien after eavesdropping on Dick and Brad talking: So you have a pet?

Brad: Oh yes! I have three actually their names are Robert, Kiwi and Maria!, but I didn't think it was a good idea to move them at the moment, since I'm going back to university and long trips tend to make my Robert sick.

D: What breed of dog is Robert?

B: Oh no, Robert is not a dog, he is a rabbit, in fact Maria is also a rabbit and Kiwi is a parakeet :D

D:... did you buy them?

B: Nah, I found Kiwi on the ground near a palm tree when he was just a chick, and a friend gave me Robert and Maria after breaking into a cosmetics lab and stealing them after a strike over animal rights, but don't tell anyone that last thing please, I don't want my friend arrested.

After that day, Damian becomes a little nicer to Brad, especially after the latter promised to send him pictures of his pets.

Brad: Man! you are all so awesome, I can't wait to tell Samantha about you!

Jason: Samantha? Who is that, your girlfriend?

Brad: what? Oh no! hahaha she's my other half sister! or at least we think so, i met her in an online chat talking about gotham and possible illegitimate children of bruce, there is a high probability that she is also your daughter (pointing to bruce) but her mom refuses to talk about it, looks like she's really mad at you :D

Bruce: ….

Batfamily: ….

That day the Bat-Family discovered that Bruce does not know how to use a condom and he decided to make an appointment to have a vasectomy.

Español bajo el corte.

Como dice el título, leí demasiado sobre Brad Wayne y ahora mi mente no para de pensar en ello. Así que me gustaría pensar que todos están (relativamente) tranquilos con la llegada de Brad a la mansión, si tienen sus dudas sobre si es un clon malvado o si es un villano resentido porque Bruce no supo usar un condón y nunca volvió a entrar en contacto con su exnovia, pero están intentando tomárselo con calma, sobre todo Damian, que aun tiene unos cuantos problemas para aceptar que su padre tiene no solo otro hijo de sangre si no que también es mayor y por lo tanto más digno de su legado (él sabe que esto no es cierto pero los malos hábitos tardan más en morir).

Para darle un poco de crédito Brad realmente le presta atención a Damian, siendo sinceros les presta una gran atención a todos, pasó de ser hijo único a tener alrededor de 6 hermanos y hermanas en un dia y quiere aprovecharlo al maximo, asi que intenta aprenderte todos los intereses de cada uno y hacer actividades de unión con ellos.

Dick está impresionado por la dedicación de este chico para poder encajar en la familia y convence (cof*obliga*cof) a todos a intentar las actividades incluyendo a Bruce y Alfred. Fue un día productivo cuando descubrieron que Tim puede tomar 10 fotos completamente perfectas mientras corre una carrera de obstáculos contra Cass (estas fotos fueron enmarcadas por petición de Bruce).

Damian empieza a confiar un poco más en Brad cuando descubre que este tiene una mascota, y no cualquier mascota, tiene nada más y nada menos que 2 conejos y un perico.

Damián después de escuchar a escondidas a Dick y Brad hablar: ¿Así que, tienes una mascota?

Brad: Oh, si! tengo tres de hecho sus nombres son Robert, Kiwi y Maria!, pero no pensé que fuera buena idea moverlas en este momento, ya que regresare a la universidad y los viajes largos tienden a enfermar a mi Robert.

D: ¿Qué raza de perro es Robert?

B: Oh no, Robert no es un perro, es un conejo, de hecho Maria también en un conejo y Kiwi es un perico :D

D:... los compraste?

B: Nah, encontré a Kiwi en el piso cerca de una palmera cuando era apenas un polluelo, y un amigo me dio a Robert y a Maria después de entrar a un laboratorio de cosméticos y robarlos después de una huelga sobre el derecho de los animales, pero no le digas a nadie eso último por favor, no quiero que arresten a mi amigo.

Después de ese día Damian se vuelve un poco más amable con Brad, sobre todo después de que este último le prometiera mandarle fotos de sus mascotas.

Brad: ¡Hombre! todos ustedes son tan geniales, ¡no puedo esperar a hablarle a Samanta sobre ustedes!

Jason: ¿Samanta? ¿Quién es esa, tu novia?

Brad: ¿Qué? ¡Oh no! jajaja es mi otra media hermana! o al menos eso creemos, la conocí en un chat de línea que hablaba sobre Gotham y posibles hijos ilegítimos de Bruce, hay una gran probabilidad de que ella también sea hija tuya (señalando a Bruce) pero su mamá se niega a hablar del tema, parece que está realmente enojada contigo :D

Bruce: ….

Batifamilia: ….

Ese día la batifamilia descubrió que Bruce en efecto no sabe cómo usar un condón y este decidió sacar una cita para hacerse una vasectomía.

[hazbincalifornia]

The breeding season one- Blitzo is dropped into the palace into a room that the furniture has been shoved off to a side for more room except for many blankets and pillows that have been ripped and torn. He starts to say fine let’s get it done with but Stolas leans in with his sharp beak and tears away his clothing as he protests and then he realizes he’s not turning back to normal. Oh no he’s in this form. And it’s Blitzo’s holes he’s looking to plug!

Warnings: While this is a bit dubcon-y, Blitzo gets into it pretty fast. Also, explicit sexual content, size difference, monster fucking, breeding kink, cum inflation, the whole works.

"So, loving the enthusiasm, but can we talk about this first? Preferably somewhere when you aren't flashing a hundred teeth next to my nether regions?" He instinctively flashed a grin up at the mountain of twisting shadows and molten magic that was looming a little too close.

Stolas (was it even still Stolas anymore?) didn't reply, running his tongue up Blitzo's body and leaving a trail of off-gray slime from his stomach to halfway up his horns.

"...Can you at least not rip me in half?" It came out with more of a squeak than he would have liked.

The fact that he could already feel himself getting aroused did not help his case as he swore Stolas started laughing.

"Oh, come on, I'm serious! I'd rather not have 'ripped in half via the asshole' on my gravestone, I deserve to die with more dignity than that!" Blitzo pushed himself up off the blankets, but Stolas bent forward and pushed him back down again as he started nudging between Blitzo's legs. "Yeah, yeah, you're horny, just gimme a second to adjust, alright? I'm pretty damn stretchy, just..." He reached his hand down, sliding two fingers into the already-dripping slit. "Jesus fuck. Okay. Look, since you're barely all here at the moment anyway, might as well admit I may have jacked off to the thought of this a couple of times, but I always figured it'd be something we'd work up to, you know-"

Stolas's body rumbled like a jet engine, the vibrations from the sound shaking the room, and the tremors scurried up Blitzo's spine. This towering thing that could probably bite his head off without even a thought wanted to screw him.

...He'd probably never been more turned on in his life.

Stolas was already adjusting on the blankets and pillows, claws shredding them with every slight shift of his body, and Blitzo tore his underwear the rest of the way off, sucking in a deep breath.

"Alright, I'm just going to assume that there's enough thought in that giant head of yours to not eviscerate me, otherwise that's gonna kill the boner here just a little." He gestured up to Stolas with a wave of his hand. "I assume it's why you grabbed me specifically, anyway, right?"

Stolas's head tilted, and Blitzo's fingers twitched. "Okay, can't talk. Got it."

Stolas slammed down one wing on either side of the imp, pinning Blitzo underneath him.

"Mine,"

the voice growled from the very air around them, and Blitzo could feel the deep timbre rattling in his bones.

"So you can talk. And you're possessive. Shoulda- ah, okay, touchy touchy, that's the same old same old." Stolas had placed a clawed wing on Blitzo's shoulder before pushing him down further on the pillows, and for the first time Blitzo noticed an absolutely massive cock between the currently-way-more-fucking-demonic-than-usual owl demon's legs. Right. That was... probably going inside of him.

God damn why was he still this horny.

Stolas leaned forward to nuzzle against him, and Blitzo could feel the heat radiating off the insides of his wings, shifting red magic rippling inches from his skin like he was stuck inside of a tanning bed, but then Stolas lowered his hips and that tip touched his entrance and-

Blitzo's fingers dipped down to try and spread himself wider, Stolas's smothering presence and radiating power combined with the incoming promise of the fucking of a lifetime more than he could stand to wait for.

"Fuuuck, come on, get it in there, get it in, get it in-" Blitzo chanted, legs twitching a little as he made room and Stolas slipped in further, more than glad that he'd had at least some practice with the horse dildos displayed proudly on his shelf. There was no way in the seven rings Stolas was going to get all the way in- he was pretty sure that thing was longer than he was and he'd rather stay in one piece, thanks- but Blitzo was no quitter and he was going to get every inch that he could.

"C'mon, big boy, don't you wanna take the hottest imp in Hell?" Blitzo cooed, a strangled purr choking out from his throat as Stolas pushed in more, fluid gushing out as his body lubricated itself.

...He probably should have looked for some actual lube, but considering how much of a mess the nest was and the lack of any kind of warning, he doubted Stolas had that kind of foresight right now. At least he was doing fine on his own on that front.

His own cock had no room to slither out- the sheer size of Stolas's had jammed up the skin on the slit, so it was going to be a pussy game today, it looked like. Fine by him, at the moment about all he could do was dig into the sheets and twitch- and talk.

"F-fuck, Stolas, that feels like you're shoving a fist up there but better, it's so full-" Stolas let out a rumble in reply, licking at Blitzo's face again before thrusting in a bit further, officially taking Blitzo from overfull to 'drooling cocksleeve' and snapping any lingering inhibitions in the process as every one of his pleasure nerves were slammed at once and he orgasmed but had no time to process as Stolas kept going.

"Fuck, goddamn, you're so fucking big, fuckin breed me again, fill me up, do it, Stolas, Stolas, Stolas-" The words were only half-coherent but Stolas heeded them, starting to pump in and out, leaving the overstimulated imp alternately feeling empty and stuffed to bursting. His hands roamed for something to ground him, and in the process of grabbing a pillow, a glance down showed Stolas bulging out his middle when he was pushed in only moments before he came, flooding Blitzo with enough cum to impregnate an army, bloating his stomach up instantly like a pressure hose and in such volume he swore he could taste it as he came again around Stolas.

He lay there panting for a moment as Stolas pulled out, one hand resting on his sloshy midsection. "I'd give a punchy one-liner but I think I might just throw up."

Stolas just nudged at his stomach with his beak before giving a pleased hoot and positioning himself in place again, and Blitzo groaned even as he parted his legs.

"You're lucky I'm a quick recharge."

[ambrial-blog]

My Little Imp

Ares Goeita Ponies flying Ponies: Prestigious pure bloods Stella, Stolas and Octavia Spindle Ponies Hybrids: Blitzo. Millie Chaos Ponies: Hybrids Mixed with the Serpent-Ponies they are both wild and feral: Striker, The White devils: Moxie The Burning ones: Bombproof Sucubus ponies: Harlequin Ponies" Fizzouali, Mammon and Robo-Fizz Characters. Stolas: Ares Goeita: gray coat and feathers. Stella: Ares Goeita: Light gray coat and feathers Octavia: Ares Goeita Light gray small colt and a Healer Blitzo: A red flying spindle with bat wings and a black-heart shaped cutie mark Millie: Red Spindle: Blitzo's mamma and Moxie's wife. Moxie: The White Devil: Ivory mane: golden eyes :(Blitzo's father: Millie's husband) (Fun Fact: Blitzo like to call Moxie his brother, because he doesn't see Moxie as an authority figure: they constantly bicker) Striker: A chaos Pony: (Hybrid with the serpent pony) pushy and used to getting what he wants. He sets his sights on a young spindle horse

Someone had left the gates open, and he had slithered past them, watching the apple red horse from afar flutter about his amber-hued-ruby-red eyes, alluring beckoned him from the shadows. Spiral yellow eyes narrowed as he listened to the candy-coated colt chatter away with the prestigious Ares Goeita.

Striker's tail wraps around Blitzo's midsection, pulling him closer and away from the Goeita pony. Blitz blinks back in confusion. One moment, he was talking to a flirtatious Stolas who was offering him a bite of apple underneath the apple tree.

Next, he was staring into the blazing yellow eyes of a peach-skinned Feral. Blitzo gulped, taking a step back, listening to his tail rattle. This was bad. Blitzo was trapped in a corral with a Feral in heat. His older brother: The Moxie Pony, had drilled into his head two things at a very young age. One: you must never go near another pony while they are in the heat: and two never mingle with the wild ones: the untamable brutes who like to bully and harass the smaller.

Striker was both- a pure hybrid self-sufficient and always on the prowl looking for a Superior mate. Taking what he wanted regardless of anyone else.

The snake pony hissed evilly, Cornering Blitzo while nuzzling his cutie mark. Forcing Blitz onto his back, his hooves stomping onto tiny bat-wings keeping Blitzo pinned beneath him. His cowboy hat shades his face as he dips down, nuzzling and nipping at Blitzo's neck. Striker has his skull choker in his mouth, dragging Blitz along, making a pleasing chortling sound as Blitzo drags his hooves on the ground.

"Let go! I am not ready for this! " Striker nuzzles his butt before nipping his ear. He uses his nose to push the red-skinned spindle further into the open. Forcing Blitzo to the ground, he bares his teeth. Nuzzling his nose into Blitzo's chest. Blitzo stares up, his hooves half curled into Striker's red bandanna as he tries to push against his chest. His ruby-red eyes shine as an apple drops onto Striker's head from above.

The Ares Goeita pony is circling them, his wings gliding in the wind. Striker pushes Blitzo against the wall and hides him from view as he snarls at Stolas for interrupting. Blitz manages to wiggle out, running through Striker's legs, but before he can run far, Striker lays on him, his entire body engulfing Blitz crushing his wings. Striker laughs, swatting Stolas away: like a pesky fly with his tail.

Hissing and snarling at the Ares Goeita who was fluttering about, his bright red eyes had a murderous glow to them. "Go get Moxie and Mamma Millie," Cries Blitzo as Striker grunts and settles into the dirt, waiting for the blue blood to pass.

The Murderous foal twitched in the sky, afraid if he flew away to find the others, the little red-skinned foal and the lecherous fearl would slink away into the night. "Hurry, Stolas! Cries Blitzo earning another grunt from Striker, the rattler laughing at him from the shade of the tree. "Yea, run along, sweet prince. By the time you get back, I will have sown my seed deep into this spitfire.

"And what is that silly little miniature going to do, talk me to death while going over what's right and wrong and ask me- no, no, I prefer it if he begs me out the goodness of my black heart, to give back this frisky little foal." Striker hisses.

The Outlaw rolls his eyes, laughing as Blitzo sticks his head out, "Stolas! Screams trying to escape. Striker just bends his head, nuzzling Blitzo. His tongue licks his face as he nips on his ear. Blitzo makes a disgusted face before burrowing into Striker, trying to get the saliva off his face. "I can smell your purity Blitz, no one has broken you in, Blitzy. It must be my lucky day that I happen across your sweet-sweet- almost pheromone-like scent." " you may be only a tiny foal right now, but one day you'll grow into a superior breed, like me, and that's a day I look forward to the most. I wonder what you'll look like while in heat? Hisses Striker, flicking his tongue at Stolas. "I'll enjoy listening to the sound of your heat when your begging me to take you and make you mine." "I've been watching you for a long time, Blitz-longer than I care to admit, you smell of wilderness so this corral isn't meant for our breed I've come to take you home."

Stolas did one last sweep in the air before flying away to the stables where Moxie and Millie were last seen. Loony, the wolf-hound, looked up with sleepy eyes as Stolas entered the barn. His eyes burning red, the stables were empty.

Striker stood up so that Blitzo could get a bit of fresh air. The red-skinned pony stood underneath him, flexing his wings. His legs wobbled underneath him. As Striker brushed his face up against Blitzo one last time before running towards an open fence, grabbing a lasso with his teeth, he hooks it around Blitzo's neck.

Blitz reels back as Striker continue to tug, his body scooting across the dirt, looking up, Blitz eyes filled with tears as he no longer saw the Ares Goeita in the sky. Blitz trotted backward in hopes of stalling for Stolas, his ruby wings flapping at his side as he dove for the outsider. Snaring a hove into Striker's face. Striker snarled, throwing the Spindle into the side of a barn. "Yes, I'll definitely enjoy breaking you in," hisses Striker.

A blood-curdling scream echoes from Blitzo's mouth as Striker stomps on his wings, tearing one of them and shredding the other with his teeth. "No more flying away, no more back-talking he grunts as Blitz shoves a hoove into his chest. Striker leans down to nuzzle the little spitfire.

Blitzo cries out as Striker's teeth sink deep into his neck. He holds Blitzo down while he finishes giving him a mark, out in the open where everyone can see- A premature mating mark. Before taking him by the scruff of the neck. Blitzo had his head bowed, his eyes downcast.

He was halfway out the coral doors when A bright red horse with a black flowing mane appeared over the horizon, hellfire burning in her eyes. Not far behind was an ivory pony with golden eyes set ablaze while above circled Stolas.

Millie tears down the fields, kicking up fire and brimstone teeth bared; she rams into Striker, knocking Blitzo from his mouth. Who slumps to the ground. Moxie is beside his wife, flanking her while Stolas circled Blitzo.

The tiny foal lay motionless in the hot sun, his battered wings flap helplessly as Stolas lands. He nudges Blitz, but the colt doesn't respond.

"Blitzy... Now, come on- stop playing games, Blitzy." Stolas whines.

Millie tares into Striker's neck, ripping it open, her hooves claw at his face. Striker laughs through the pain, his teeth stained red with blood. His tail whips smacking across Millie's face. He headbutts her- but gets derailed by Moxie, who slams him into the fence.

Striker licks his teeth, tasting Blitzo's blood and some of his own. Millie staggers to her feet, seeing her husband corner the feral. She looks for her foal. Stolas had dragged Blitzo into the shade of the tree and away from the fighting.

He nuzzles the heart-shaped cutie mark giving a soft whine when Blitzo doesn't respond. He gives a sad little helpless look to the mare. Millie's eyes churn red as she charges over towards where she had last seen Moxie duking it out with Striker. They were gone. The fence was broken, with blood smeared across it. She looks around, frightened. She tares back down the brimstone, hearing her mate cry out in pain and hissing laughter.

"Millie... Moxie calls, his voice hoarse. Mildred finds her husband skewered on a broken fence. "He is after Blitz, you need to go back, Stolas is in danger," Moxie coughs, coughing up blood. "Moxie No!.... NO! we can fix this. It doesn't look too bad," Mox-baby." "Octavia she can fix this," sobs Millie. "Go unless, you want your son to be forcibly mated to a Chaos-pony, I'll be here when you get back, Mills our son needs us," chokes Moxie.

Back in the corral, Stolas had found a dirty blanket underneath an empty basin. He struggled with it before freeing it and heading over towards the red-skinned pony. Pulling the tattered cloth over Blitzo's prone form, trying his best to keep him warm. He was all-too-aware of how much blood the tiny colt lost and how on earth a slithering feral got into this corral, let alone ranch?.

He nuzzles the colt in hopes of stirring him, but Blitz is out cold. He bows his head as tears fall from his eyes. He nuzzles him repeatedly, sighing deeply when Blitzo's head drops down. " Blitzy, please forgive me for not coming quicker. I shouldn't have left you; I should have stayed, then maybe this wouldn't have happened to you my little impish one."

The Ares Goeita then tries for that empty basin, breaking the water nasal and overflowing the tin basin; he drags the bay over, splashing Blitzo in the face. He tries to cool down the colt, forcing water into his mouth. But suddenly still upon hearing the distant sound of a rattlesnake. Stolas springs into action shielding Blitz from those glowing yellow snake eyes and those blood-stained teeth that are pulled into a grin.

Striker was back, and he was ready for round two.

To Be Continued

[fairly-small-love]

Fairly Small Asks (15)

just-some-gt-trash asked: I’ve been trying to tell them to not hurt you and they didn’t listen, why do you think it’ll be any different if I tell them to free you so that you could shrink them and capture them again

“Cause they are mine! Tell them now!”

Dee’s phone buzzed and he pulled it out. “So the votes are in and-”

“Can we slice off his wings!?” Roman squeaked, his mouth full of the delicious pizza.

“We cannot. The majority voted no,” he explained, shrugging. “Oh well, I guess we will have to wait.”

“Dammit.”

AN: Thank you too: @just-some-gt-trash , @poppyflowerlesbian666, @tiny-peter-rabbit, Lupis (Wolf Anon), and Ghosty (Ghost Anon) for voting!

Anonymous asked: Patton, buddy, that's not going to happen. You know the way you're feeling right now? The fear and anger? You made them all feel that way for a long, LONG time. You're lucky they're having so much restraint. You're lucky you that you aren't dead yet. -👻

“I want them to be mine!” Patton hissed, pushing the jar towards the edge. “I am done! I want them I want them I want them now! They need to be punished and they were bad!”

Anonymous asked: Dude, i am late to the party. But things seem a liiiiil messed up. What did i miss? 🍭

An: A Lot. A whole, whole……WHOLE Lot

Anonymous asked: There's nothing you can do. You have been set apart from the rest of your kind, but you are not the first, nor is this a damnation. You are not alone and still have people who are willing to stand by you, some even share your fate and understand. And if a human life weighs heavy on you, then my halls will always welcome another ~ 🍁

“T-thank you….I think,” Virgil mumbled, sighing. “And I’m not like you…..I’m a dirty, dirty halfbreed.” he mumbled, rubbing his ears, which were slowly growing pointier. He tensed, fighting back tears. “What am I gonna do?”

just-some-gt-trash asked: But they won’t listen *sighs* at least be grateful they’re not going to slice off your wings yet Pat

“I want them now!” He hissed, giving it a hard shove and knocking the jar off the counter.

just-some-gt-trash asked: Oh shit, guys you should check on Patton

“Why?” Roman mumbled, sighing. “I don’t even like him.”

Anonymous asked: You think you are the only half breed? There is a reason i do not fall sway to fae charms. I am both one of them and yet not. And people like us, dear Virgil. We forge our OWN paths. We do what we can to make some good where we go ~ 🍁

“That is true I guess……..You’re okay, Riddler,” he mumbled, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I……I can’t believe I fell for Patton’s charms, I’m an idiot.”

Anonymous asked: Um... Hate to tell you guys, but your pixie dude just took a dive 🍭

“W-what?” Dee asked, running to the kitchen.

The jar smashed against the ground, covering Patton in shards.

Anonymous asked: NO IMP. IT IS YOU WHO HAVE BEEN BAD. You test my patience. Are you incapable of even basic empathy? -👻

“I am not bad!” Patton squeaked, trying to get the shards off of him.

Anonymous asked: What happened to Patton!? - 💚

“N-Nothing!” Patton squeaked, whimpering when the glass cut and tore open his wings.

Anonymous asked: Patton? I don’t want them to hurt you, but what you did really hurt them, very badly. You remember when you threw Virgil to the wall? Now think about it that happened to you at your size. Wouldn’t it really hurt?-💚

“I’m allowed to h-hurt them! They are mine to do as I please!”

Anonymous asked: Guys morality broke the jar don’t let him escape 🐺

“On it!” Dee cried diving down and grabbing Patton up in a towel. He didn’t want to get cut by the glass after all.

Anonymous asked: Patton you couldn’t possibly have thought that was a good idea right? 🐺

“I don’t care!” He squeaked, thrashing and cutting his wings open more. At this point were they even wings?

just-some-gt-trash asked: It’s not that you’re entirely bad, you just do bad things, and you don’t even realize when you do them, and that’s bad

“Shut up!” Patton cried out, yelping when the towel was pulled away.

“Guys?” Dee mumbled, looking at the torn wings. “We…..might have to cut them off anyways.”

Anonymous asked: People aren’t pets or possessions Patton. 🐺

“Yes they are! The are mine!”

just-some-gt-trash asked: I won't! Not this time! It doesn't matter if I care about you, you need to understand, what you dis was wrong and hurt them, you probably even traumatized them!

“Shut up!” Patton cried out, sniffling. “I-I NO!”

Dee had Laid Patton out on the counter, his back up in the air. “Roman, get me the scissors please.”

just-some-gt-trash asked: Pat... ngh, I don't want to argue with you right now, They're about to cut your wings...

“Stop them! Stop them!” He sobbed, thrashing and squirming around.

Roman handed Dee the scissors, humming. “I thought we took a vote?”

“We did, but if We don’t take them off now they will get infected. And in my…..personal experience, wings are too fragile to bandage.”

Virgil started back to the house, just wanting to get home.

just-some-gt-trash asked: Patton, they're already torn, there's not much they can do, the best option is to cut them

“No No No No No!” Patton screamed out, but it was too late. Dee took the scissors and, with careful precision, snipped them off.

Anonymous asked: Virgil, please, Goldenleaf. And his charms ARE almost irresistible, especially when he uses you weaknesses against you. He is a master manipulator. You either have to be very old or very wise to the ways of the fae to resist ~ 🍁

“Yeah that is true…..still gonna call you the Riddler till you speak-” He heard a loud scream, causing him to run into the kitchen. There were torn fairy wings on the counter, a crying Patton, Dee, who looked pleased with himself, and Roman and Logan, who both wore matching smirks.

just-some-gt-trash asked: Okay, they're off, are you happy now?

“Very,” Roman purred, nuzzling closer to Logan. Logan, who never usually liked physical touch, wrapped an arm around Roman.

“Extremely pleased.”

Dee shrugged, looking at his nails. “Had to be done……but I am also satisfied as well.”

Virgil watched as Patton screamed louder when Dee put the shredded wings into a plastic baggie. “W-What the fuck?” Morality shut up!” He snapped, sighing in relief when Patton went deathly quiet.

Anonymous asked: Haaaaa! Dude! He looks like a borrower now! You know you can probably just stick some bug wings on him and he'll be fine, right? 🍭

“A what? And no, it doesn’t work like that sadly,” Dee mumbled, humming. “I suppose that he will have to walk everywhere from now on…..shame.” He didn’t sound sorry at all.

Anonymous asked: Are all humans this messed up? Because yeah, you want to get payback, and he sort of shredded his wings on his own first but... you don’t have to look so happy about it. 🐺

“You try being murdered a million times by a giant winged prick. Then you tell me we are messed up,” Roman snapped, hissing. “He took me away from my family! I had a little sister you know! And guess what? She’s dead!”

just-some-gt-trash asked: Virgil? Isn't this what you wanted?

“I-I mean yeah but I……..I kinda didn’t,” He mumbled, cringing. “W-What the fuck do we do with him now?”

Anonymous asked: Can we glue some on anyways and see what happens? For "science"? 🍭

Dee shrugged, grabbing Patton and washing him off with cold water. “Maybe, we will see. But for now, I’m done with him.” He dropped Patton into another jar, a plastic one. Then he put a giant phone book on top it.

just-some-gt-trash asked: The only option that I see is to keep him as a pet, take him back to the fae realm is dangerous

“That is true…..but if we take him back he is out of our hair. Fucking fae, jesus,” Roman mumbled, his confusion growing with Virgil flinched violently. “What?”

“N-Nothing!”

just-some-gt-trash asked: By the way, Virge do you feel better?

“I feel…..well I’m alive,” Virgil mumbled, shrugging. “And I blew off some steam so…I’m better.”

Anonymous asked: *sigh* Look... if you continue to put him through pointless suffering, without any regard for what will happen, you may lose your humanity. And that is something that you can’t let happen. 🐺

“We won’t………and what will happen if we keep this up?” Dee asked, curiously, sighing. “Red, blue. If you too could like…….chill with the lovey dovey shit for a second I will take you to your room.”

Anonymous asked: There are ways to fix him. But whether he deserves it is a different matter. He will be alright as he is. Despite his complaining ~ 🍁

“What are the ways to fix him?” Dee asked, taking Virgil’s hand and dragging him along as he lead Roman and Logan to his room.

“You know we have names, right?” Logan asked, sighing. “I’m Logan and my companion is Roman.”

Anonymous asked: I'm just waiting till Roman and Logan are introduced to the internet

“Who’s the internet?” Roman asked, cocking his head to the side. “Are they nice?”

just-some-gt-trash asked: *smiles* I'm glad, oh Roman, I just remembered, there are some sites online that allow you to search for relatives, in case you want to know about your family, Dee and Virgil can explain the wifi to you

“R-really?” Roman asked, looking up. “D-Do you…think anyone remembers me?”

Anonymous asked: (Psst, goldy, you aren’t talking about That, are you?) Do you guys think it’s best to leave Patton alone again? 🐺

“Why shouldn’t we?” Dee asked, dropping Logan and Roman off in their new room. “I mean, the jar is plastic. and He can’t go anywhere because the idiot had to get his wings removed.”

Anonymous asked: Oh dear, this is quite a dilemma. Patton dear, I know you can't currently speak but remember when I asked you if you can feel pain? You know the situation you're in right now? Lorded over by beings far larger than you? In constant pain? You feel pain and so did they. They were scared and trapped and HURT for so, so, long. You're scared now. I can tell. Stop behaving like an impetuous child, ignoring our words. Learn and grow and maybe, just maybe you'll eventually earn forgiveness someday.-👻

Patton glared and he waved the spirit away. He turned his back, pouting and kicking at the jar to try and get out.

Anonymous asked: I know your names, dear ones. I try not to use them overmuch in case i cause discomfort on your part. One of magyck with the knowledge could easily mend him. But as i said. He must redeem himself to your satisfaction first. Until then he is fine, it is painful at first, but it does not last ~ 🍁

“….Yeah no way in hell can he do that,” Roman hissed, flopping onto the massive bed in the room. “If given the chance he would turn us into his little dolls again. Fuck that.”

Anonymous asked: Roman, Logan, take my advice. Stay away from the internet. 🐺

“Who’s the internet and why do you hate them so!?” Roman whined, pouting. “Come on, they can’t be that bad, right?”

Anonymous asked: The internet is made up of millions of separate sentient beings. Some are kind where as others... not so much. So much information that is better left alone is thrown in your face. Just... don’t bother. If anything let Dee and Virgil deal with it. They have more experience. 🐺

“Okay! Jeez the internet sounds really neat! I still wanna meet them…..and ask them not to throw things in my face.”

Anonymous asked: Also Roman it’s possible your family passed down stories of you. My family has a famous story about my great-great-great-great-great grandfather who fled his homeland because he thought he killed someone. Only to become extremely successful in other lands and eventually find out that the person he thought he killed wasn’t who he thought he was but also didn’t die. 🐺

“R-Really?” Roman asked, his heart swelling with hope. Maybe he wasn’t forgotten!

just-some-gt-trash asked: I don’t know if anyone remembers you... but some families talk to the young ones about their ancestors, an when they grow up they pass that knowledge to the next generation

Am I really worth talking about?” Roman asked hesitantly, biting his lip. “I….don’t really think so.”

Anonymous asked: It is up to you when his punishment is complete, dear Roman, i will not sway you either way. Justice is in your hands now ~ 🍁

“I will take justice!” Roman called out, huffing. “I will take justice for everything he did to me.”

Anonymous asked: Uh- woah. What exactly is going on here? -❄️

“Hell if I know,” Virgil mumbled, shaking his head. “What I do know, Is that Dee’s bed is comfy as hell.”

Anonymous asked: I remember my grandma talking me about her cousin Logan! She said he was the smartest person she knew!

“I don’t believe I had any cousins. My mother and father were only children I’m sorry to say….but thank you for trying.” Logan gave a small smile, nodding. “I have accepted the fact that I am forgotten, I accepted it long ago. I just hope that….with this second chance at life I make something of myself…..even if I can not be myself to do it.”

Anonymous asked: My pal, the internet is both awesome and horrifying, i spend most my time there. Plus, take it from me, friendo, you get used to being forgotten 😝 🍭

“I don’t want to be forgotten though,” Roman mumbled, sighing. “I wanna be remembered.”

Anonymous asked: How are all your sudden house guests doing, Dee? 🐺

“I think Roman and Logan are alright…..they aren’t yelling.” He reached over, running a hand through Virgil’s hair. “Virgil is fast asleep….poor raccoon,” he mumbled fondly, sighing. “And Patton is……in the jar where he belongs.”

Anonymous asked: Just be sure not to go too far. But you will find he is still quite resilient. And worry not, Logan. People are not so easily forgotten, and you shall make new memories with those around you ~ 🍁

Logan flushed, nodding. “I-I well I suppose that’s true…….makes sense.”

just-some-gt-trash asked: The internet is also a way of communication and entertainment, yeah some of it is weird and maybe dangerous, but most of it is fun and interesting, you can now things that are happening at the other end of the world in a matter of seconds!

“Oh gods the internet is cool! Make Virgil and Dee show me! I wanna see!”

just-some-gt-trash asked: Dee what do you say? Do you want to show them?

“Maybe tomorrow….for now I would like to rest.” He laid down, letting Virgil grab onto him, hugging him like a teddy bear. It was almost as if he knew Virgil was a sleep cuddler.

just-some-gt-trash asked: Roman Logan, are you tired too?

“Very,” Roman mumbled, flopping down with his face in a pillow. “This is like a fucking cloud.” Logan sighed, carefully climbing into bed. “It’s okay I suppose……better than what Patton gave us.”

Anonymous asked: What’s the plan for tomorrow? 🐺

Dee shrugged, sighing. “I dunno……feed them that’s for sure. Maybe make documents for Roman and Logan……so they can actually get jobs and shit…….or maybe not.”

Anonymous asked: Awww frick yeah! Sleepy sleep time! *yeets self onto a pillow* 🍭

Dee shook his head, an amused smirk on his face. “I’m glad you seem to enjoy my….pillows. But yes, it is sleepy time.”

Anonymous asked: They should be given the opportunity to decide their future. I am not so sure, however, how well they shall adjust to the modern world ~ 🍁

“I know, I know that……I’m just scared they would like…..get hit by a car or something……or get sent to a mental hospital.”

Anonymous asked: GAVE you Logan. You aren’t it that situation anymore. You can have a real life now! A full life! With happy feelings!! -💚

“Can We?” Logan asked, looking up. “Can we all honestly have a real life….a good life in a time period that isn’t our own?”

roseof-alltrades3 asked: Of course you can have a good life! You're all incredibly adaptive, resourceful, smart people! It might take a while but I'm sure you can do it!

“But we have no knowledge of anything. Roman doesn’t even understand what the internet is!”

just-some-gt-trash asked: You'll get used to it, and Virgil and Dee will help you right?

“I hope they will……or at least I hope they don’t get sick of us.”

just-some-gt-trash asked: I’m sure they wont, and we’re here to help too

“Thank you,” Dee mumbled, before he tensed. “Thank you for the offer but I can’t accept. This is my responsibility now.”

Anonymous asked: There’s been a ton of scientific discoveries since Logan was taken. We even have a picture of a black hole. But I hate to tell you Roman that almost no one uses swords anymore. Unfortunately. 🐺

“A picture of a black hole!?” Logan asked, his eyes wide. “You’re joking!”

Roman groaned, flopping back. “I will bring it back! It is called……trending, right? Logan tried to teach me about that once….he failed.”

((An: So Sorry about the disappearance, I had so much school work))

Anonymous asked: You have friends around to help you, dear ones. You will find a way to live again, rather than just survive ~ 🍁

“Is that possible when me and Roman are supposed to be dead?” Logan asked, but he felt a soft blooming in his chest. Maybe there is a bit of hope.

Anonymous asked: It'll be fiiiiiine, dudes. The world's changed a lot but it's better than living in a box, eh? 🍭

“Yeah I guess,” Logan mumbled, sighing. “I just……I hope that somewhere, somehow me and Roman find a place where we can be happy.”

[spiritionary]

Fae Facts - Refactored

So I caught wind of a discussion of “Fae facts” that were listed on the web, and what was true and what was not on it, and I’ve decided to write an article about it from the fae perspective…

‘Fae’ range from anything like goblins and imps to the little pixies with the wings that everyone associated with fairies to the seven-foot tall members of the royal courts. some even consider the banshee to be fae. (also trolls, gnomes, elves, djinn, dwarves, leprechauns, will-o-wisps, etc.)

Partially true.  There are actually many more fae than mortals can imagine.  There are fae unicorns (though not all unicorns are fae), merfolk are fae, there are some mortal species that can become partially fae (like changelings) and there are fae that no mortal has ever even heard of.  Additionally other cultures have fae under other names and courts, such as yokai, spirits (tho not all spirits are fae), and others.  Fae exist all over the world, in different cultures, with different names, and often their own Courts.

Some think the fae are evil, some think they are fallen angels, but most are considered to be a chaotic neutral force. some might call this ‘whimsically evil.’

False.   Angels/Demons and fae are not related.   We generally come from nature or Faerie, and the angels and demons are created directly by a divine being for a purpose.  Also our ‘alignments’ are all over the map, just like mortals.

Honey makes them drunk.

Mostly False.  Honey is the base for honey mead.   Honey mead is the base for Faerie wine.  Honey has more of an ‘effect on us’, but it doesn’t generally make us drunk.   We however do make the Best Wine fron it.  

Iron poisons them, as it does many magical beings.

True.  Almost all the fae I know have some reaction to iron.

Some were-creatures were probably just fae in disguise, since fae can assume any form.

Somewhat true.  Not all fae can shapeshift, but some were-creatures are fae.  Not all fae that can shapeshift can take any form, but some can.  I can’t take the form of a human (at least as fae), and the number of animals I can turn into… well that’s not unlimited either, but it is alot.   Also fae shapeshifters usually have a base form that they prefer.  Sometimes that is called their ‘sleeping form’ because some can’t maintain it when they sleep.

They sometimes lure humans with music that makes them want to follow and dance. They have to dance for what feels like a year and a day but it’s actually only seconds.

False.  This is the other way around, please see my article on faerie rings.  If you enter a faerie ring, and dance for a day, when you exit (on average) a year will have passed.   If you have danced with the fae in one of these rings for a year and a day, don’t return to Earth as you’re already dead there.

True names of the fae have power over them. they often use aliases when dealing with non-fae.

True.  

Some people are gifted with fae sight, which allows them to see the fae and also sometimes peeks into the future through their dreams.

Partially true.   Except that those people who have ‘fae sight’ are usually partially fae themselves.   Also it gives no insight into the future.  However they are easily able to travel to Faerie in their dreams.

Cats hate the fae, and the fae hate them back.

False.  Some fae ride cats around.   Some fae become cats, particularly when they want to become a witches’ familiar.  Pixies have the most trouble with cats, because cats think they are moths and chase them around. But in general, the cats just want to play, and are not hated by pixies for this.

Iron horseshoes over the door can act as a fae deterrent.

Partially true.  Also other things can deter fae, like salt.   Why would you want to do this?

They sometimes kidnap human children and leave their own children or elderly behind. these are called changelings.

True.  It still happens today.   Additionally some fae end up incarnated into mortal bodies, by choice, obligation or force.  These are also considered changelings.  In a society that denies fae exist for the most part, those changelings may not know about their true nature right away.  Changelings and faekin are functionally similar.

Fae are generous with gifts, especially for polite people, but prefer gifts in return.

True.  But should this be considered unusual?

That being said, better to avoid accepting gifts.  You probably don’t have enough to pay them back. By saying ‘thank you,’ you acknowledge that a gift was given and that you now owe something in return.  Being indebted to the fae = bad time.

Partially true.   Often mortals do not understand the value of what is given.  It will help, if you are going to ask a fae for something, to have the payment already in hand.   Then we will know how much of it you want in advance.

Fae can’t lie, but truth and honesty aren’t always the same.

Partially false.  Fae can lie, we usually won’t.  Not only are lies draining to maintain, but why would we bother?  I don’t lie.

Asking for a favor will cause offense. Make it seem like it’s their idea to help you.

Partially true.  Don’t just come to us to ask for favors all the time, what would you think about another mortal that did this?

Most things offend them, actually.

Mostly untrue, although the idea that mortals think everything offends us, is offensive…

Some fae can smell a lie. there’s no way of knowing which ones unless they tell you.

True.   Actually most of us can tell when we’re being lied to.  But again is this unusual?

Fae use ‘glamour��� to hide their appearance or habitations around humans. ‘Glamour’ can be gifted for use by humans.

True.   Also you all can learn glamour on your own if you put some effort into it.

It’s better for fae to have half-breed children than no children at all, so relationships with humans are fine. It just rarely works out fine for the human.

Partially true.  There are plenty of fae changelings in the mortal realm, even today.  But there is very little reason it can’t work out fine for mortals to have these children.  

Iron, salt, and bread (any kind) will ward fae away. so will rowan and hazel.

Partially true.  Iron, yes; Salt, conditionally yes; Bread, no; Rowan, yes;  Hazel, no.

Rowan and iron will ward most bad things away, actually.

And I guess good things too.   I don’t like where some of these facts are going.

Ringing church bells at dawn and dusk will drive fae and/or changelings from your village.

Mostly false.  Though most of us aren’t a big fan of churches.

Alternately, cream and butter and cakes (not bread!!) will attract them.

? … Well I like cream and butter and cakes.   There’s nothing wrong with bread.   What were people putting in their bread back in the old days?

They have many names. fair folk, the good people, the gentry, the wee folk. my favorite is the good neighbors.

True.  And even more names than that.   Humans have 1100 distinct languages and a word for us in most of them.

There are places where the veil between worlds is thinner, and these places see more fae. Ireland is said to be one. transient places (crossroads and bus stops etc.) are said to be another.

True.  Also see ‘liminal spaces’.

Musicians are often taken to their world. they may come back but they won’t be the same.

Partially true.  Sometimes mortals wander into our world, attracted to what we’re doing.  Sometimes musicians hear the music and come.   If you come to Faerie long enough, you’ll become fae.  It can’t be helped.   But there’s really no discrimination.

Adder stones (also called hag stones, witch stones, snake eggs, adderstanes) can reveal fairy or witch traps if seen through the hole in the stone. You can’t trick an adder stone.

Probably true.  Though this presumes the fae and witches set traps for humans in the first place…

The fae are highly sexed. Orgies are common.

Mostly true.  There are exceptions as always.  The fae tend to love first and ask questions later.  We can fall in love immediately with someone with a spirit that attracts us.   We don’t need your ‘spin-up’ time.

Random body pains were attributed to the fae. this was called elf shot.

Mostly false.  Random body pains can be attributed to any type of magick, energetic or psionic attack.  Check your shields.

Tangled hair in the morning was also considered their fault. this was called elf locks.

Usually false.  Though pixies playing in your hair at night is not unheard of.

Consumption (tuberculosis) was attributed to the fae as well, for forcing young men and women to dance all night.

False.  I think this goes without saying.

Basically if you were sick and there was no cure, blame the fae.

LOL.  Mortals blame everything on everything but themselves…

Alchemists sometimes called on certain fae to assist them. No word on how well this worked out for them.

True.  So do witches.  So do other types of magick practitioners.  Sometimes we even teach things.  It worked out well for most.  It depends on whether you want to learn our arts or just depend on us to do our arts for you.  Don’t be lazy.

Millers were thought to be ‘no canny,’ which means in league with the fae, owing to their ability to control elements. (fire in the kiln, water for the burn, wind for the mill, general control of machinery)

Mostly true.   Except any practitioner of any trade can have a relationship with the fae in their work.  The closer to nature you work, however, the more you can expect the fae to be involved.

If you know a fae’s true name, you can summon them at any time to do your bidding. But this is a double edged sword. If they learn your true name, they enslave you right back, and the things they do would be far worse than anything you could think of.

Partially true.   No right-minded fae is going to give you their true name.  If you find it out, however, and never abuse that power, no harm no foul.   If you begin to abuse it, though, then it’s only prudent to learn yours and get you to stop.  Most of the people who have formed the foundation of this ‘fact’ abused a fae’s name.

Some myths have lesser fae paying a tithe (a tiende) to their royals. Some myths have them paying this tithe directly to hell.

Partially true. Some Courts have taxes. I mean, castles don’t defend themselves and if courts don’t have reasonable resources to solve the Big Problems then the Court doesn’t really work.  This being said, we bear no association with the mortal concept of Heaven or Hell and we certainly do not send energy or mammon to their leadership.

Mortal midwives were sometimes summoned to the fae realm to assist in the birth of another kidnapped mortal woman.  They sometimes offer an ointment for use on the baby. if the midwife uses it herself, she will gain fae sight.

Partially true.  She will become partially fae.   Hopefully that’s what she was going for. If you’re going to do this, at least split it between you and the baby.   Why would you want to hurt the baby?

Lesser fae can die or be killed.  To witness one of these funerals is bad omen.

Partially true.  Its pretty hard to truly kill a ‘lesser fae’.  Even changelings spirits will return to Faerie.  It’s not impossible though.  If you’re witnessing one of these funerals, you’re probably already fae.  Take that as you will.

Credit and references are given to the following sites for being the source of this list:

https://faerielore.tumblr.com/post/162470095402/starbiter-some-fae-facts-from-lore-pt-2-pt-1

http://starbiter.tumblr.com/post/157281741328/some-fae-facts-from-lore-fae-range-from-anything

~ @alynnafoxie

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[supreme-duck-blog]

history of homestuck (not mine)

John lives in a house in a suburb filled with houses by a lake and its *beautiful!!* In the year negative a billion– John might not have been here. In the year negative 40000 he still wasnt here, but his ancestors were. So was betty crocker. But she sucks. Then time passed and time shit happened and now theres lots of ~kids~ Because it’s normal. Ding dong, it’s gamebro magazine and they have important news. Like really shitty reviews. And a game called ~sburb~ Now everyone has heard about sburb. That means if you own sburb then you can play the game, which is what everyone needs to *survive.* So that makes you important. Sburb hosts and server players spread all across the land and all the way to here. [points to america] The most important players were here, here, here, and here. But this one was the most most important started by John, or the heir of breath. Then the world started being destroyed by meteors. John made some changes, like getting into the game, and making the others more like his game, which was a game that got people into the game. ��Hey random person!” Said john. “HEY DIPSHIT.” said a troll. “Can you call me something other than dipshit?” said John. “LIKE WHAT?” said the troll. “How about John Egbert?” Said john. And they got trolled by some trolls and wrote a guide. About themselves. And then they made a bunch of items and some more game dvds. Then they stopped changing povs every time a character did something and stayed with one person for a while, with Rose. And they got Dave in finally, lets get that squared away. A weird hipster named Vriska is bored of the slow playing and talks to John who begins to trust her which causes ~shipping~ Leaves and comes back causing John to be ~great~ for a while. And the game became a little easier so John didn’t give a shit about the chance of dying So if you do care about your fragile morality how are you supposed to protect your ass from Imps? ~Ascend to God Tier~ Everyone started focusing on going god tier. -People who got to quest bed went god tier. People who did not get to quest bed did not go god tier. God tiers became powerful and everyone wanted to become god tier. But the game didn’t care and killed them anyways. They let the kids go god tier but the game was actually still in control. Breaking news, Jack Noir has invaded the troll session. “I have invaded the troll session.” Said jack noir. “Please respect me or else I might kill you as well.” “Okay.” say the beta kids. [pulling out their weapons.] The trolls tried to run away and got killed by jack noir. But the kids were upset and got ready for battle and had a nice time fighting but then died to jack noir. Then the game kills John, but john comes back to life and wanders around skaia and meets WV. And John can stay alive a little longer, if he wants that’s fine. ~Now theres more trolls~ Like humans but grey and with horns, symbols, coolorful blood, quirks, ocs, and buckets. It’s time for who’s going to be the next leader. Sollux wanted it to be terezi, but terezi didn’t want to lead. So he tries to get someone else to be the leader of the red team, but no one wants to. So who’s it gonna be? Vote now on your husktops. And everyone voted so hard Karkat got angry and started yelling. Sollux actually didn’t care, he didnt want to play anymore anyways. And the entire game broke into pieces. Karkat became leader and the game was ok for a short period. Knock knock. It’s Vriska. No, she doesnt want to take over, she just wants to be a hero. By creating Jack noir. And killing Tavros. So that’s great. But everyone is still fighting each other. Now with Gamzee! Wouldn’t it be nice to be safe for once, with no one out to kill you? This troll (Eridan) Kills Feferi and Kanaya, but is then chainsawed in half by a vampire who came back to life. Surprise surprise, Gamzee’s on a murderous rampage. On that rampage, one troll named Equius gets killed and Nepeta is upset. Who also gets killed. Vriska is just about to go fight jack noir but he kills everyone else, so Terezi uses her seer powers to kill her and keep this from happening. And then she felt really really bad. “We are going to breed frogs and hopefully win the game” said Dave who tried but jack noir came and he died. But before he died his past self became his sprite and was now hanging out with his bro until jack noir came again. And jack noir was like “yeah right, it’s not gonna be a happy ending, you’re gonna die. Cuz I’m angry.” And so he killed Bro and almost Davesprite, who had his wing cut off and somehow bleeds despite being a sprite. A lot of people hate Jack, but Jade was just kinda ok with him. Someone comes and kills jade, and jack gets mad. Jack kills him, but jade is still dead. ~Cascade~ And Jack takes Jade to the quest bed to go dog tier and save everyone’s life. But don’t get confused, Dave and Rose set off the tumor. And they died on their quest bed and ascended in the green sun with Aradia and Sollux who were also there. PM got a ring and looked just like jack. Except for the whole black and white thing, but they were equal in every other way. Now that everyone’s going somewhere we change povs to the alpha kids. There was Jane, Roxy, Jake, and Dirk who were the “ancestors” of the beta kids. Except there was betty crocker, carapaces, sburb alpha, gcat, and looming death. They tried to play the game and failed miserably so Dirk had to save their asses. We’re talking time shenanigans on rocketboards while freestyling and jumping through portals to all meet up, maybe even sea hitler. Over time they met Caliborn and Calliope and met with the others and– Knock knock. It’s the Trickster Arc. With drugs. And candy. Drug candy. “Come, play with us. Stop, running away.” said the Tricksters. There was really nothing they could do so they got high on candy and got to their quest beds but then had a hangover and died in a fire. They ascended and got thrown in jail by jade and jane. “That sucks!” They said. “This sucks!!” And with help from John’s retcon powers they got out. And somehow Jake had an imaginary dirk and had a hope temper tantrum, which jade couldn’t do anything about. Then she got crushed by a falling tower. And everyone else finally caught up, and was like “oh no.” And then the becs caught up and everyone was like “Oh no.” And you know what else was bad? That’s right, Fish hitler. So what did she do? Join the party. The becs start to take jade from under the tower and start to fly away. And Dave rushes in out of nowhere and says “stop no you cant do that we were gonna heal her with Jane’s lifey powers to save her” and they fly away anyways with Dave in pursuit. Then, Terezi finds Gamzee and they talk about their feelings. Did I say talk? I meant kick each others asses. And Jake says “Can you maybe chill?” And Gamzee says “How bout maybe YOU chill?” John kinda hates Caliborn. You’ll never guess who kinda hates John. Caliborn! So John and Caliborn start fighting because they really hate each other. Feeling really confident, John beats the shit out of caliborn and then gets zapped away with retcon powers. ~It’s time for s game over~ Everyone’s about to die. Because Aranea decided to do something different and everyone’s freaking out and Fish Hitler is about to fucking kill everybody. Meanwhile, Gamzee is still kicking Terezi’s ass and Karkat is *ANGRY.* and the next thing he does is get stabbed in the gut by Gamzee and enrages Kanaya. Kanaya slices Gamzee in half, who still has this fucking codpiece, because he killed Karkat who was friends with Kanaya and Karkat wanted to save Terezi who was getting beat up by Gamzee because of a terrible Kismesis. Err, actually, it probably wasn’t a kismesis at all. And Kanaya had a chainsaw. So you know what that means, duhh. ~Meanwhile with Aranea~ Aranea tries to stab Jane, which she wanted to do anyways. So she sort of manipul8ed a sword her way, but then Jake blocked it! And then the sword stabbed Jane too because swords are long. Now Dave and the Becs are at Jade’s questbed and congratulations, becs, you dropped her there and are now going to fight Dave 2 on 1 with totally unfair odds all for something really stupid that really shouldn’t have happened. And yes, Dave ends up dying to both of them at once. And also Sea Hitler kills Kanaya with a laser of death which makes rose ~super pissed~ And she starts charging at condy who kills her with a trident. That was bad but Roxy saved her from complete obliteration with voidy powers so that’s ok I guess. Planets are thrown around and Condy chokes Aranea who is like “noo don’t do that its mean and i have the ring of life which means im not supposed to be able to die…” And Condy said ~“how bout I do, anyway?”~ And Condy flipped the ring off her finger, and everyone’s pretty much dead now. You’ve got mail! Its from Terezi, who somehow isnt dead. She wants John to fix everything and keep everyone from dying. This was also forwarded to Roxy. They all decided to because they were alive. ~It’s time for S collide~ Vriska is alive in the new timeline who talked to some kids, then some more kids, then some more more kids on how to fight and terezi has a mental br8kdown and sees other timelines and is like “holy shiiit” and she sees another vriska and terezi together because they are ~good friends~ and then the omegapause happened and everyone started crying because “homestuck isnt updating so i dont know what to do. Plus there’s undertale and thats pretty cool.” Suddenly there’s upd8s again and everyone starts fighting but with a little less death. Less death than any other big flash, ever. Somehow. But they still get their asses kicked, things look bad for them, but suddenly heir of grief and serenity happened and they started kicking ass. But then Dirk gets Dirkapitated in the fight by Dave and they use timey powers to get out alive. Jack’s head explodes. And then Roxy kills Condy and everyone’s really happy. And PM punches Jade in the face because she was upset. And she cuts off jacks arm after a literal eternity of being threatened. And she punches him in the face too. (you win) After all this shit Jade finally makes the universe frog with just enough ingredients for a ~whole new universe~ and everyone is happy and free in the new universe. And also not dead. They make can town and repopulate earth. But then again Vriska is still gone and no one knows where she is for some reason. ~~bye~~

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A Demon’s Lust Chapter 3

Anita

“You look tired,”

“Hmmm?” Startled out of a light doze, I blinked sleepily at Marian. “What did you say?”

“I said, you look tired.” Marian poured me a cup of coffee. “Late night?”

I swiftly stifled an urge to look guiltily at the demon. She probably thinks you were up late studying, you dope, I thought to myself as I took a sip of the coffee. There’s no way she suspects…

“After all, you do have a rather hot young man sleeping in your room now,” Marian said, giggling. “One who has to obey your every command.”

I choked on my mouthful of coffee, spraying a considerable amount of it out my nose. Marian, still giggling, handed me a napkin. “He’s a demon!” I protested as I wiped my face off. “I would never-”

“I know, I know,” said Marian. “I was just trying to wake you up a bit more.” She giggled again. “Looks like it worked.”

“Thank you ever so much,” I sighed.

“Well, we do have combat practice this morning,” she said.

I was even more awake at that. Combat practice was suppose to be less deadly than the actual duels, but people still got killed. “I thought that was next week!”

“They moved it, remember? Don’t worry, I’ve got my normal dispensation,” Marian said. “I don’t have to fight.”

I sighed in relief. “Good.”

Marian looked at me, concerned. “You’ll be ok, right? I mean, you are kind of tired.”

“I’ll be fine,” I reassured her. “Especially since I’ve got a demon now.”

“But the two of you have never worked together,” Marian protested. “What if he gets in your way? What if he won’t do what you tell him? What if-”

The demon looked a bit miffed. He opened his mouth to speak, looked at me, and then changed his mind.

“You have something to say?” I asked. “You have my permission to speak.”

“I would just like to point out that I am a seasoned combat veteran,” Saban sneered. “Not some imp. I’ll do my part. I don’t have a choice. Just stay out of my way.”

“I’m hardly a greenhorn,” I growled. “And you’d better remember who’s in charge when we’re fighting.”

Saban gave me a look of pure hate. “Like I could forget.”

“Ummm, maybe we’d better finish eating,” Marian suggested. “You know, so you’re not fighting on an empty stomach.”

“That’s a good idea,” I agreed. “Demon, shut up.”

The demon gave me one more icy look. “As you wish, mistress.”

“Don’t take that tone with me,” I snapped.

“What tone?” His voice was all innocence.

“Nevermind. Just shut up,” I sighed. Sometimes, I hated my life.

Saban

I stared in disgust down at the line of blood dribbling down Anita’s arm. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I growled.

Anita looked down at her bleeding arm, perplexed. “Excuse me? Don’t you want to feed?”

“I want to feed like I did last night,” I informed her.

“Out of the question,” she snapped. “You get this, or nothing at all. Take it or leave it.”

I’d take it, of course. Magic was magic, after all. But… “Surely you don’t honestly prefer to be in pain,” I purred. “Remember how good it felt, last night, when I-”

“Mention last night again, and you will regret it,” Anita warned me.

“What are you so afraid of?” I murmured, kneeling down before her. “You’re the mistress. You’re in control. And I can make you feel so good…” I began to lift up her robes.

Then I froze, groaning, as her fist tightened. “I said no,” she snarled, taking a step back and straightening her robes. Then she released me, and held out her arm again. “Now, feed.”

I sighed, and fed. After last night’s meal, this pain based fare was almost too bland to eat. When I got free, I would feed how I liked from her, I told myself. Pleasure, agony, whatever I chose. And she would scream, and scream, and scream.

Anita

Greater demons were renowned for their persuasive powers. I knew this. They could twist words until you would swear that up was down and green was red. And they were only ever interested in one thing, themselves. I knew this, too. So why was I considering Saban’s words?

What was I afraid of? Just the unknown, in the end. I was a wizard. We weren’t suppose to fear the unknown; we were suppose to conquer it.

And, in the end, I was in control. I was the mistress. With the proper precautions, I could even let him bring me to orgasm, I thought with a shudder, and he would still be incapable of harming me. And pleasure was oh so much preferable to pain…

“Anita Kirith!” With a start, I jerked out of my musings. I realized, with embarrassment, that this wasn’t the first time the professor had said my name. “Yes, Master Yurial?”

“Now that you have rejoined the world of the waking, could you please recite the 12 types of shield?” Master Yurial said as the rest of the class tittered. “And then go take your place in the circle. I will put up the shields to keep the magic inside the circle, and you will fight Walie. Please try not to kill him. Or fall asleep.”

I recited the requested information, grateful it wasn’t about the different grades of fireball, which I could never remember, and then stepped into the circle in the middle of the classroom. Combat practice. Brief periods of excitement interspersed with longer periods of boring. And now it was my turn.

Walie wasn’t one of Trev’s lackies, so I could expect him to follow the rules and not “accidently” kill me. Probably. But it would not do to lose, all the same.

I ordered Saban to stand in front of me, the better to block any sudden spells from Walie as well as rushes from Walie’s demon, who looked like a goat. Master Yurial raised the wards, and blew the whistle.

As the echoes died away, I began to look for an opening in Walie’s defenses, as, presumably, he began to do the same to me. The goat watched Sabam warily, while Saban looked over at me.

“Are we starting?” he asked.

I grunted as Walie sent a stream of fire at me to break against my shield, and growled, “Yes!”

Saban shrugged. “Alright, then.” And he rushed the goat.

Next thing I knew, he had the goat’s back legs in one hand and its front legs in the other. With a crack, the thing’s spine snapped. I jerked in surprise, almost letting my shields fall. The goat bit at Saban, who avoided it easily and then tore it in half. He casually tossed the pieces aside, and then reached right through Walie’s shield to grab him gently around the neck. The other wizard sputtered. His shields fell. I swiftly sent a sleep spell his way, and he crumpled in Saban’s grip.

“Put him down!” I ordered my familiar. “Gently.”

Saban scowled, but he had no choice. He put Walie on the floor of the classroom. The pieces of the goat demon were trying to squirm back together. Saban kicked one away. The head of the goat squealed.

He looked at me expectantly. “Done now?” he asked.

I looked at Master Yurial, who was now a bit white. “Not until he blows the whistle and dismisses the wards.”

Master Yurial came back to himself with a start. “Right,” he muttered. The whistle blew, and the wards fell. “Good… Good show, Anita. The rest of you take note. The proper use of a demon can make the difference between victory and defeat.”

I sat down, wondering at my swift victory. Saban was a powerful demon. That much was obvious. He also took more initiative than a bound demon usually did. Most bound demons, as far as I’d seen, were content to wait for orders, or react as their binding prompted them too. Saban… I suppose he figured, since he was going to fight anyways, he might as well do a good job. Or maybe he was trying to impress me, so that I might consider his… Suggestion.

I was definitely considering it. The vibration stone I’d spent hours making last night didn’t vibrate hard enough to suit me. I wanted, no, needed, to get off. And if giving in would encourage further good behavior in battle, so much the better.

Saban

I watched the other duels from my usual place behind my mistress. It was a bit boring, in all honesty. What a waste of magic. I tried to pass the time by evaluating the other demons, trying to figure out which I would cull, keep, promote to commanding positions, or breed if they were in my army.

None really showed the initiative I looked for in an officer. Few demons ever did. I’d been short a second in command for awhile now because of this. It was irritating, especially since, without a second to take charge while I was away, my lands and armies would be in quite a state when I got back to the demonrealm. Perhaps I was hoping for too much as far as initiative went. Maybe what I needed, instead of an intelligent, ambitious second I’d be forever having to watch for signs of mutiny, was a demon who was really good at following orders.

No. Following orders was all well and good, but even I couldn’t consider every eventuality that might occur. I needed a demon who could think, and there were precious few of those. I sighed.

As I was musing, the bell rang for the end of class. There was an immediate rush for the door. My mistress was more sedate, taking her time to gather her things and thank the teacher before finally leaving. I followed.

Now that she was out of the classroom, she hurried, walking swiftly, not towards the library, as I had expected, but towards the part of the castle where the apprentice wizards had their rooms. I could feel her arousal and expectation through the bond. I smiled. Looked like she was giving in, both to her desires and my own.

We entered her room, and she ordered me to close and lock the door. I obeyed, eager to get this started. However, when I turned from locking the door, I found her holding the cuffs and leg restraints she used to chain me up in the cage while she slept.

I frowned. “Is that really necessary?”

Anita ignored me. “Turn around,” she ordered, “And put your hands behind your back.”

I fought the command. “This is not needed.”

We stood there for a moment, locked in mental combat. I found myself turning, and growled.

“Turn around,” she ordered again. “Now.”

I turned, fighting all the way, and, snarling, presented my hands to be bound. She cuffed me, and then bent to chain my legs. “Now, kneel,” Anita ordered. I knelt. She swiftly shucked her robes, and stood in front of me. I buried my nose in her bush with a sigh, and began to lick.

She slapped me away. “Wait for the order!”

Eyes narrowed, I waited. She stared at me for a moment, and then spread her pussy lips, revealing the moist, pink bits. “Now you may pleasure me.”

With my hands bound, my tongue was the only tool I had. Bound by magic, my shape shifting abilities were limited, but I used what I had to lengthen my tongue and increase its strength. Anita shuddered as my tongue slid over her clit, and then shuddered again as I forced it past her pussy entrance, into her moist center. In and out I moved it, flicking over her clit, and curving to rub the inside of her pussy in a way I somehow knew would make her go wild. The taste was incredible, and the feel of the power I drew as I pleasured her made me shudder in delight.

“Slow down,” she ordered. “Don’t take too much too quickly.”

I rebelled against her command, but the power I drew still slowed to a trickle. The taste taunted me. I wanted more. If I could make her lose her concentration on the command…

My tongue moved faster and faster. I made it bumpier, the better to stimulated her, and then flicked briefly out of her pussy to lick along her taint. She gasped. Her concentration wavered, and the flow briefly increased. Somehow, it tasted even better than before.

My tongue was not enough. I struggled to break free of my restraints, to get my fingers into play. The runes on them flared. “Keep doing that,” Anita murmured, looking down at me, “And this stops now.”

I ceased my struggle and focused my efforts on pleasuring my mistress. She shuddered and moaned. The flavor of her magic changed slightly. She was close. Close to what, I wasn’t sure, but she was close.

Her pleasure briefly plateaued, and then…

If her power had tasted good before… Now it was incredible. And, as her command to me faded from her mind, I was able to pull more and more of her power into me. It raced through me like an electric shock. I moaned, eyes closing, as I fed deeply. She was shuddering, crying out, and gushing with liquid. She was cumming, I realized suddenly, connecting the word with the action. That impossible taste was her pleasure as she came.

Anita stepped away and leaned against the wall, panting and grinning. I tried to sidle closer so I could lick her pussy some more. She raised her hand in warning, partially clenching it. “Don’t. Enough.” I reluctantly stopped. She didn’t seem to mind, however, that my hand was on her foot, allowing me to feed on her post coital contentment. Although not as overwhelmingly delicious as her orgasm, it was still very tasty in its own unique way.

When I finally broke free of the binding, I would definitely keep her alive, if at all possible. Keep her, and pleasure her daily in order to feed. It would be tricky to prevent her from taking command of me again, but worth it if I could feed like this as often as I wished. I would see how far I could push her into orgasmic bliss, or how long I could keep her from it before she finally came, and I would drive her insane with lustful pleasure. And she would be mine. All mine. I smiled, content, for the moment, just to feed and watch her breathe.

Anita

I ran a hand through my hair, panting. My other hand rested lightly on my pussy, idly rubbing my now overly sensitive clit. I wondered how quickly the demon could bring me to orgasm again, now that I was tender with lust following the previous one. Probably very quickly indeed. Saban seemed to know his way around a pussy. Funny, that. I doubted he had had any real experience. Perhaps he had picked up a few tricks in the information download when he was summoned. Or, well, demons tended to have an instinct for torture. Perhaps this was instinctive as well.

And if I allowed him the use of his fingers… I shuddered, both aroused by the idea of additional stimulation, and dreading what he might do while I was too busy cumming to control him.

No, it would be best not to allow Saban to make me cum again so soon. My magic was already dangerously low. He had fed heavily while I came. I kicked his hand off my foot, preventing him from feeding further. He growled, but did not attempt to place it back on. Good. He was learning.

I rubbed my pussy one last time, and then removed my hand. “Get in the cage,” I ordered, and, for once, he obeyed without any protest, even throwing in a polite, “Yes, mistress,” as he went. Probably on his best behavior to assure that I fed him this way all the time.

I gagged Saban, again without any protests from him, and locked the cage door. I needed a nap, and then I needed to go down to the village to buy some travel supplies for the trip to the

capital. We would leave tomorrow. Hopefully the trip there would only take a few days, and the stay would be over quickly. It made me nervous, leaving the cage behind, and only using the chains. But the cage was redundant, after all.The chains were all that was needed. Hopefully.