#she is so cunning fast and calculating

[srslylini]

Mel Medarda is one of THE characters of Arcane and I'm tired of pretending she isn't.

who ever designed her, decided what her story will be and just simply who she is gonna be, will see heaven I'm so serious

[winterarmyy]

Kiss It Better

A series of random Bucky Drabbles that I can't let go but don't have the brain to make the whole complete plot of. 

Summary: In which the reader refused to let Bucky go down on her lately because she's embarrassed of the chafing marks on her inner thighs.

Pairing: avenger!bucky x female!reader

Words: 3.2k++

Warnings: 18+ contents, no minors allowed, nsfw, cunnilingus, cum eating, soft fluff, not much of angst but there's sprinkles of feels, body insecurities, bucky is in love and in heat tbh, i think he is particularly unhinged and filthy in this one but hey, you tell me. idk if i need to remind y'all about this but english is not my first language so my grammar are prolly fucked. Anyway--

Inspiration: Guess who felt a little soft and decided to wear a skirt to work? Yup, that would be me. No, because I commute to work (or basically anywhere) and there is quite a distance of walking in between the journey. Note that your girl here walk fast asf (basically running at this point).  And because them inner thighs ain't got no gap between them, so i got myself some blisters/chafing :') then i fell into a self-deprecating despair for the whole day and it hurts whenever i walk, at that time i just want Bucky to kiss it better. Fast forward a few days later, here we are.

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She could feel it. His burning gaze following her every move. Observing, calculating. And she knew that must not show any signs of discomfort; not on her face nor from the slightest jolts of her hips. She must not gave him a reason to question her.

She can't.

So she continue walking around their room, back and forth from the bathroom to the wardrobe, as if every step she took was followed by a burning sensation on her skin. She momentarily stood in front of the row of clothes hanging on the rack, her back facing the bed where Bucky had been sprawling on since she went in for a shower.

Honestly, she was standing there suspiciously 'too long', as if she was choosing an outfit for a date night, when clearly she was just getting ready for bed. When she realized that, she quickly pulled out a clean set of pyjamas and walk back into the bathroom.

Bucky's eagle eyes followed her figure, disappearing behind the locked door. His lips pursed as his cogs of thoughts spins around, trying to find answer a question that his lover keeps avoiding but it was useless.

He can't think straight. Especially when he was undeniably famished. He had not got a taste of her his sweet pussy for about 2 weeks now and he was quite literally about lose his fucking mind. 

When his sweetgirl refuses to go further than kissing and making out, of course he obliged. She has every right to 'no' and he respects her wishes. Then it happened again the next day. And the next. Then again, and again. 

Normally, people would've assumed that maybe she was on her period, and she is not comfortable having any sexual intimacy when menstruating. But, Bucky can tell that, that was not it. Because first of all, it was way too early for that time of the month, he knows her schedule.l very well. Second of all, he would've smell the blood if she was on her period.

Most of his senses are enhanced after all.

So, why was she avoiding it?

Bucky's is completely fine if sex was not something she wanted to do, but not even letting him eat her out? Now that's concerning. At least for him.

Because he needs her. He needs to suck on that needy little clit of hers, make it wet and swollen. He needs to lap on that sweet juices when she cums on his tongue.

Fuck. He's getting all work up now, thinking about it.

He swore that if this keeps going on, one of these days he might just spread his legs and fuck his fist on their bed while she's tied on a chair on the other side of the room. Maybe forcing her; seducing her, to watch his desperate cock become wet and messy would give her a clue of what he is feeling now.

Absolutely needy and deprived of that pretty little cunt of hers.

He was quite distracted with the filfthy thoughts until he heard the clicking sound of the bathroom door unlocked.

As she walked towards the bed, Bucky felt like his lungs stopped providing oxygen through his body, "Pretty." His eyes sparkled affection as the voice in his head echoed his thoughts. It wasn't that he have not seen her in those pyjamas before, he had. Many times in fact. The very same lavender set with tiny little cartoon cats printed all over the fabric.

The same ones that she wore when she came rushing to his side on one of those sleepless night. The time when she hold him close, distracting him away from the nightmare by asking the most random question of "You know, Bucky... These cats supposedly have the same expression, except for one. Do want to try and find it?"

He found it. It was near the hem of her right sleeve. And by that time, his nightmare was no where near his mind, the next thing he knew, he fell right back to sleep with her in his arms. It was his favourite pair of pyjamas that she ever worn.  Nothing compares.

A loving smile unconsciously appeared on his face when his lady threw a sweet smile at him as she walked toward the bed, "My baby's so pretty." He thought.

The grin on his lips lasted, but not for long. Especially when he saw the tiny frown on her face, the faltered steps and when he heard that brief sound of a painful hiss slipped out of her lips.

So the moment she sat down on her side of the bed, Bucky already had his hands on her. Arms instantaneously wrapped around her waist, before effortlessly pulling her back onto his sturdy chest.

She giggled gleefully from his sudden rush of affection  and that surely managed to trigger a chuckle out of Bucky. He hums and proceed to purr in crook of her neck, "What's wrong, baby?"

She could feel his throat rumbling at the back of her neck, "Did he notice it?". Her heart beat ever so slightly picked up its' pace but she planned to act like opposite of it, "Hmm? What do mean 'what's wrong'?" She asked.

Bucky can hear the change tempo coming from within her ribcage, he knew something was wrong, "I just want to know how are you feeling."  He pressed a long and tender kiss on the shoulder.

The warmth of his breath tickled her skin, "Now? Hmm. I feel very loved." She smiled dreamily as she closes her eyes.

Bucky left out a brief laugh at her response, this cheeky little bunny, "That's true, but how are you really feeling, hmm? Like physically?" He urges softly.

She thought about it for awhile; contemplating whether she should just tell him the truth or proceed to act like she okay. Well, she chose the latter, "Hmmm physically. In this position? Very comfy." She wiggled her body back into him, closing the non-existent gap between their bodies and gripping Bucky's arms around her a little tight.

Though her plushy ass was rubbing against his crotch just nicely, but the former winter soldier was not going to let that distract him from his mission. He needs to know what she's hiding behind that sweet smile, "Doll..." his voice was stern and she knew he was not having it.

His calling was only met with silence when she didn't reply verbally. Since she was looking down, Bucky cannot see the frown on face and the wobbling worries in her eyes. But he did picked up on the anxiousness of her heart; beating faster by the second.

"I..." her voice cracked at the first word she said, and Bucky knew he fucked up. He swiftly maneuvered her body to sit on his lap, facing him. His metal hand craddled her soft cheek, and his flesh ones gently caresses her back, "Hey hey hey, doll, what's wrong? Shit. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pressure you." His voice was laced with panic.

When she only had her gaze down, Bucky tenderly coaxed her, "Bunny, look at me." His hand guided her by the chin and when they made eye contact, he apologized again, "I'm sorry. I just want you to feel better. Forgive me." He leaned in a planted a kiss on her forehead. Then, her nose. And her cheeks, all over her face, muttering his words of apology.

She felt bad that Bucky apologized for something that was clearly not his fault. She's the problem in this situation. Her negativity, her insecurity was what drove her away from Bucky for the past 2 weeks. She knew that. And she knew it wasn't fair to him.

Knowing Bucky, he's probably blaming himself for her actions. And she didn't want that. She decided to tell him the truth, "I just..." Anxiety runs through her veins when she thought about it again. Would she be able to handle it if Bucky reacted negatively to her truth? Probably, not. "Just... promise that you won't be disgusted by it... Or get the ick from it."

Bucky frowned in confusion, "I don't even know what 'get the ick' means but I promise." He swore.

She let out a short laugh at his comment, causing him to smile along. Seeing how loving his gaze was, it gave her the strength to confess. She started with explaining how she had been busy at work this month. With launch of the new product, and her being one of th product manager, she was obligated to visit the branches around New York.

Bucky listened to words attentively, at first he thought maybe she was trying to say that she's been stressed lately. But then she started to explained about how she had been wearing skirts to work most of the days, because it was one of the their campaign's rules and Bucky does not think that 'stress' was what this would conclude to.

Nevertheless, he didn't lose his attention.

"But basically what I'm trying to say is..." She took a deep breath before continuing, "It's just... My inner thighs are chafed..." her voice was barely audible at the end of the sentence but Bucky caught it perfectly.

He thought about it for awhile before asking, "So, you mean to say that you got blisters on your inner thighs?" He wanted to confirm that his understanding was accurate.

She looked down in shame as she nodded to his question.

Bucky responded by pulling her closer, and kissed her forehead, "Aww doll. Is this why you've been avoiding me? Because it hurts? Why didn't you tell me earlier? I could've helped you. I mean I could help apply some meds or--"

Horrified at the idea of him seeing marks; the literal reminder of how fat she is caused her to blurt, "No!" She pushed Bucky away, eyes widen in horrid.

"No?" Bucky frowned quizzically at her intense reaction.

Realizing what she just had just done,  she composed herself, and spoke, "It's... it's not a pretty sight. And I don't want to show it to you. Plus, if my thighs are a little thinner than they are now. Then, this wouldn't happen. If only these thighs are not like... fucking fat as they are we wouldn't have to go through this. And you wouldn't need to hear all this. You wouldn't---"

Bucky knew that once she was in the state of insecurity, she self-deprecate herself like she was less worthy than the goddesss that she is. So, instead of arguing with her, he simply intercepted her rambling, "Show me."

She stopped the seemingly endless word-vomit, and titled her head to the side, "Huh? No. Bucky I just said--"

Bucky grabbed her by the waist and effortlessly lifted her off his lap and onto the bed, caging her  below him, "And I said... Show. Me." His tone was more like an order rather than a request.

She didn't dare to defy him, when his gaze was as rigid as they were now, so pulled her pants off; slowly, reluctantly. When the pants was at the last inches before it's completely off, Bucky took control and quite literally ripped it off from her.

The sudden action resulted to her body needing to hide itself from his darken eyes. Her thighs clammed together as a whine slipped from her lips. The friction of her wounds brushing against each other was burning her delicate skin.

Bucky quickly softens when he heard her pained voice,  he pushed himself off from her and kneeled on the bed before her. "Doll, please..." His hands gently squeezes the side of her thighs as he pleads, "...Let me see."

Slowly spreading her thighs apart, Bucky's eyes are now focusing on the red marks on her skin. His thumbs absentmindedly traces the area around the broken skin. He was so concentrated that he didn't say a word. And that only triggered her insecurity that she started to rambled something about how she will start going in a diet and she'll add more intense leg workout in her routine.

But her voice was only a muffled strings of incoherent sounds in Bucky's ears when he finally processed everything that happened from 2 weeks ago until now.

The realization hit him like a high speed train with a broken break system. Did she really turned him down because of this? Did she really starve him out because of this? Bucky let out a growl of disapproval when he abruptly pulled her by her calves, forcing her hips to lift from the bed. She yelped in surprised but she saw the look on his face,  "You..." he rasped.

Bucky placed her legs on his shoulders, letting it daggle on his back as he palmed sides of her thighs. He then, proceed to leave trails of kiss on her inner thigh, avoiding the irritating wounds on her skin, "You deprived me of my sweet little pussy because you think this..." he flattened his tongue and nibble on her softness of her inner thighs, "...would turn me off? That these thick, soft thighs that I love so much would bother me?"

He planted a delicate kiss on the marks before, "Well, guess what bunny?. You're absolute wrong. In fact, it's quite the opposite." His lips travelled upwards until it found her core. Bucky's nose flared at the scent of her arousal, "And oh my sweet babydoll, I'm going to eat your pussy until understand that. Then, I'm gonna do it some more because I am fucking starving." He pressed a firm kiss on her clothed pussy, causing the cotton to soak the juices that leaks from her hole.

"Look at that. Does your needy pussy wants some pampering too, hmm?" She could see the lust dripping down his ocean blues; the same ones that were usually bright but now were now noticeably darker.

Bucky's finger traces the slit of her pussy, rubbing her over the fabric of her panties, making patch of wetness spread even more. "Yeah? Does she want me to kiss it better? Make her feel good?"

She moaned softly to his touch, "Please."

That was all it took for Bucky to rip her panties apart as if it was made out of paper.  "Fuck, there she is. My sweet pussy." He brought his fingers over, widened the folds of her pussy. Even with minimal lighting, it was enough to show him the glistening pink flesh of leaking cunt, twitching and needing his tongue to explore her insides.

He was hungry of course, just simply looking at her pussy had made his mouth water and impossible for him to resist the urge of putting his mouth on the pretty little thing. "Hmm,," a sharp cry escaped from her lips as he blew on her little twitching nub. There was this glint in his eyes as he watched her try to buck up, cunt helplessly clenching around nothing.

Before she could beg for him, Bucky's tongue dipped in between folds. Pointed at first, from the entrance of her pussy up to her clit. The tip of his tongue swirl around the aching nub. A breath caught in her throat when Bucky repeat the same move but this time he flattened his tongue.

And then he does it again and again.

Bucky, is generally the larger man compared to anyone. He is tall and beefy. But he is especially big when he's in between her legs, gently devouring her wet pussy. Slow and long licks were his favorite, it allowed him to savor the taste of her. Always so sweet and he couldn't get enough of it.

With every flick Bucky's tongue assulting to her swollen bud, she couldn’t help but pull on sheets behind her, needy moans leaves her lips every time he explored her, teases her. Her body cannot stay still when the pleasure was taking her higher. But it was not a problem for Bucky to control. Whenever she tries to close her thighs together, he stopped her. He didn't want to irritate her wounds or cause any pain, so he kept pushing her thigh open as he nuzzle his face into her pussy.

"Ahhh fuck ,, that feels so good, Bucky!" She moaned his name as the overwhelming feeling of his wet and soft tongue gliding and rubbing on her core, guiding her to heaven.

And the salacious squelching noises to fill the room as Bucky laps and sucks on her clit. She was so wet that he could just shove his fingers up in her hole but he didn't. He won't. After so many days not tasting her, he want to only use his mouth.

Though the man barely spoke during these times, he’d much rather keep his mouth occupied with drinking up her juices or suckling on her cute little clit. But when he does. Fuck. Does he spill the most unholy things.

Bucky momentarily detached himself from her and rasped, "Gonna cum, babydoll? Come on, give it to me. Let me drink and lick your cum after." His metal fingers quickly finds her clit, swiftly started to deliciously rub it; just the way he knew she liked it. It felt so good that her tongued lolled out her mouth out of pure pleasure.

"Yeah, bunny. You're gonna let me clean you up with tongue so nice, so that you can make the same mess again and again. Cum in mouth, babydoll. Cum for me"

He delved right back where is mouth belongs, licking her clit into his mouth just to wrap his lips around the pretty pink bundle of nerves sucking it harshly.  She whined needily her hips started to move on its own accord, searching for more friction of his tongue, “ahh ahh! hmmmm,, s-so fucking good! ahhh,, So close!” she was seeing stars in her hazy vision from how good and dirty she felt.

Bucky's eyes almost rolled back when let out a groan of satisaction against her spread out cunt; he can feel that she was going to cum and want her to do it with his mouth latched on her.

And cum she did, moments after she couldn’t help but squeal as her back arched from the bed, grinding herself on his tongue. Bucky growled at the streams of cream squirting out of her throbbing cunt right into his mouth, down to his throat.

So sweet and warm and addictive.

While her whole body was still shaking from the aftermath of the mindblowing orgasm, Bucky continued to lick and lap on her leaking pussy, slurping and suckling every bit of cream she had blessed him with.

Yet he was still hungry.

She mewled when Bucky started to suck on her clit again and when she looked over at him, he momentarily pulled away, "oh doll, did you forget? I'm not going to stop any time soon. So just lay there, look pretty for me and let me enjoy this sweet little pussy."

End.

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A/N: Have you ever gotten your inner thighs chafed? Anyway, thanks for spending your time to reading my work! Leave your thoughts behind, I'd love to read them ♡

[lokideservesahug]

A Whole New World

Part of the 𝓕1 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝔂 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

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Pairings: Lando Norris x fem!reader (Aladdin AU)

Warnings: No descriptions of reader except she has hair, sexism, Abu is actually Max Fewtrell

Notes: Here is the first of two parts for the Lando/Aladdin au. I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Princess Y/N has turned down many suitors over the years. So why is it that a certain 'Street rat' has captured her attention?

Word Count: 4.1 k

Part 2

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Throughout your entire life, all you have known is the confinement of the Palace walls you were raised in. You understand why you were kept in the grounds of the palace but it didn't make things any more exciting.

So with that train of thought, you devise a cunning plan one morning. No one could let you leave the Palace... but practically,  could leave if no one knew. So that's what you did. You waited until the right day came (when the guards that always fell asleep were on rotation).

For a place that was wanted to be so "heavily guarded", it was surprisingly easy to sneak out. All it took was a moth-bitten, aged brown robe of your mother's, may she rest in peace, and a calculated amount of agility (that was all but taught to you in your lessons of grace and decorum as a child). When you finally step foot outside the Palace for the first time in your life, you are left awestruck.

Colossal warm-toned pillars towered over you; despite your power in the country, they make you feel insignificant.

Despite this foreign territory, you find that the city is easy enough to navigate, just as long as you remember the way you came. City life was unsurprisingly bustling yet the unfamiliar loud noises make you smile rather than wince. It truly was a nice contrast to your regular surroundings.  When you eventually reach the centermost part of the town, a plethora of market stands decorated in all sorts of attention-catching fabrics line every corner. As you trek further, someone runs past you, pushing you slightly to the side. When you turn to berate them, however, you see that it's only one of many children playing - by running slightly too fast.

Your heart warms at the sight. However, your attention was drawn to a pair of boys, no older than about 8 standing in place, longingly staring at the baker's cart. You crouch down to their level and think about how best to approach this interaction with the first stranger you've spoken to in years.

"Oh gosh. Are you hungry?" You ask the scrawny boys. The taller of the two looks at you and the wordless answering his eyes is enough to act. You grab a loaf of bread from the cart to your side and hold it to the boy staring at you in what now appears to be awe. "Here. Take some bread." At your actions, the pair light up like children on Christmas day and proceed to run off with a newfound pep in their steps.

As you watch them run off, you hear a new voice begin to shout. "Hey! You are stealing from me?" Left dumbfounded at his words, you try and utter a response. "Stealing? No, I was just-" The man doesn't even begin to let you explain your actions as he cuts across you "Well you have not paid!" You see his eyes give you a quick one over as he continues "You either pay, or I take your bracelet."

Once more, you try and explain your predicament. "Sir I don't have any money" At your words, he grabs your bracelet-clad arm and begins to try and pry your jewelry from you. "Let go of me!" Despite your words, the man does not stop his attempts at removing your accessory. Your aggressor once more goes to shout in your face when suddenly, someone steps between you and the vendor. "Woah, take it easy man."

"Kalil walks away from the stall and she" The added emphasis on the pronouns makes you shrink into yourself "steals the bread." "Those children were hungry" This man's behaviour was outrageous. How can he be so cruel to those so unfortunate?

"Those children were starting. I did no-"

"OK. Just give me a second" After he speaks, your 'saviour' turns to you as the man behind him says "Keep your street rat nose out of my business! Huh?" The younger man turns to you again and asks in a soft, quiet tone "Do you have any money?" "No!" Your response comes as his hands easily find a place around your bracelet-clad wrist. "OK," His look becomes much more determined as he says his next words "Alright. Just trust me."

Before you can fully register his words he has turned around and you notice your bare wrist as he speaks to the vendor once more. "Here you go" You don't even have any time to protest. "This is what you wanted right?" He holds up your bracelet almost like a trophy and his actions make you sick to your stomach. The street vendor then sports a massive grin as he resounds to the man you thought was your Knight in shining armor. "Yes. Thank you." The younger man adds "Oh and an apple for your troubles."

By the time the fruit has left his hands, he has already turned and grabbed your wrist to swiftly guide you away. "Hey! That was my-" You let out a frustrated huff " I think not leaving without my bracelet." "You mean this bracelet?" The younger man all but huffs lowly. "Come on."

His actions leave you starstruck but as you hear the vendor shout, you begin to worry. "Lando. Thief! Lando." "Are we in trouble?" You turn to the man to your left. "Only if we get caught."

"Lando!" "Down that alley. The monkey knows the way." You'd been so wrapped up in the unwilling events that you had somehow managed to miss the monkey sitting on the man's (Lando you assume) shoulder. You can hear the vendor shout in the background but you're more focused on the freaking monkey moving from his shoulder to yours.

You go to protest but his gentle murder of reassurance that "You'll be fine" leaves you with no room to argue. As promised, the monkey really does know the way. You find yourself darting over and under places you never would have dreamed existed as you can hear the distant shouts and murmurs of the so-called "street rat's" escape.

As you dart around yet another corner, the man almost runs into you. Damn, he's good at this. You watch in amusement at his theatrics covering his elution of the guards. After kicking over some scaffolding with some Kingdom guards on, he turns to you. "Together on three." You repeat his words back to him to show your understanding. "We jump." "We jump?" There isn't much time for your confusion before he smiles and leans down. "There's no need to repeat everything I say"

He begins his counting and as he reaches the final "three!" He leaps from beside you. You look down at his safe landing but when he notices your absence and whips around to find you, you can't help but apologize. "I'm sorry. But I just can't do this." His eyes never leave yours despite the increasing volume of shouts "Look at me. You can do this." You spare a glance at the guards. Well, you have nothing to lose if you jump (aside from your life).

You aren't even fully aware of your feet leaving the ground or even your body in the air. Yet you certainly notice when you land tangled up with your savior. You glance nervously at the man and quickly detach yourself as he stands up and begins to run away. With no choice but to follow him, you find yourself running along rooftops and jumping (albeit smaller gaps) once again.

You lose sight of him for a moment but when you see the monkey from before look over and squeak at the edge, you begin to worry. That disputes when you see the man stick his head above the edge. "Let's go. I know somewhere where we'll be safe."

He leads you down to the ground once more. You can't help but stop and ask "Where are we?" His only response response "You'll see" as he grabs a rope. Suddenly, the sound of mechanical wiring fills your ears and in front of you where there used to be nothing, a set of stairs appears.

"Woah. Is this where you live?" He smiles in response to your words. "Yep. Just me and Max who come and go as we please." So Max is the name of his monkey you note. When you reach the top of the stairs, your eyes are greeted by a tremendous sight.

A giant cloth roof hangs over the brick space with smaller paper lamps hanging off the material. Your attention however is caught by the balcony on the far side of the space that you instantly rush to. You take in the city skyline for the first time properly. You shed your cloak as you began "I can't believe..." "What?" "I can't believe that we just did that. That we're even alive. With that chase and all of the running and jumping. It was amazing." "Tea?" He asks yet you don't focus on his words.

"Thank you. And thank you for getting me out of there... Lando? Was it?"

"Uhm You're welcome..." At his silence, you try and rack your brain for a quick lie. "Dalia! I... am Dalia" "Dalia. From the Palace?" Your eyes widen at his words. Oh no. "How could you tell?" "Well only someone from the palace would ever be able to afford a bracelet like that. Oh obviously and that silk lining is imported as well. It goes from the merchants at the Dock straight to the Palace. You look down as if you've been caught.

"At least not to servants" Oh no. He really was good. "Well, not to most servants. Meaning you must be a handmaiden to the princess!" You let out a sigh of relief at his words. "Impressive." "If you think that's impressive, you need to see the city from up there." He points to a ledge above the balcony and you turn in excitement to view more of this spectacle. You climb up and look upon your city in awe. It truly is beautiful. You mumble to yourself about how you should get out more (the irony not being lost in your mind) but Lando overhears your words.

"You should tell the princess to get out more. No one has seen her in years." "They won't let her. Ever since my-" You catch yourself before eyes dully slip up "the queen was killed in cold blood the sultan has been terrified for the safety of his daughter. So she's kept locked away." "It seems everyone has been afraid since then. But the people really had nothing to do with it. The people truly loved her." You can't help yourself smiling "They did, didn't they?"

You pick up a small, guitar leaned up against the wall. "Is this yours?" Lando doesn't look you directly in the eyes as he responds. "Sort of, it's borrowed." You then begin to play a tune of your past. "My mother taught me that song" He sounds almost sorrowful as he says it. "Mine too.: "It's all I can remember of her." You frown at his words. "You say you live alone? What happened to your father?"  "I lost them both when I was extremely young. I've been on my own ever since. It's alright it's just..." "What?" He begins to make his way up the stairs to your level as he continues "It's a little sad. Having a monkey be the only authority figure in your life." His words cause you to laugh slightly. And for the first time since your meeting, you finally have the time to take in his features.

His brown hair juts out in many directions with one curl in the centre hanging over his forehead. His blue eyes staring at you are enchanting. As you look down during your chuckle, you can't but notice that (unsurprisingly with his lifestyle) his physicality isn't bad on the eyes either. His words bring you back to reality as he continues.

"It's just... sometimes I feel like I'm" "Trapped." You finish his words off, knowing exactly the feeling. You continue as his gaze fixes on you again "Like you can't escape what you were born into?" He murmurs a quiet "yes" whilst nodding. The two of you continue to stare into each other's eyes when you both hear the shouts of sailors coming to Dock. "Welcome Prince Anders" the guards exclaim. A giant extravagant ship, carrying a royal crest on the sail shatters your brief, calm fantasy.

"I have to get back to the Palace!" "This way." Lando nods to the way you came. And once again, you did yourself blindly following the man (after you pick up your cloak of course). You begin to gravel the way you came but with increased pace. Lando smiles behind you at your urgency. "It's just another prince coming to try and court the princess." You stop briefly. "Yes. And I need to prepare her... Oh! Do you have my bracelet?" "Yeah," He rummaged in his pocket whilst you scan the horizon to gauge how much time you have. "I'm sure I put I in here." His movements become more frantic as he tries to search for your lost jewelry. "Somewhere... Max, did you take it?" The monkey stares at him and just scratches his head.

"That was my mother's bracelet..." You feel almost, lost. "Yes. And it's truly beautiful." You suddenly come to a realization. "You are a thief." "Yes but-" "And I am so naïve" You quickly then away from him and begin to rush towards the Palace as a mix of disappointment and sadness swirl in your gut. You hear his shouts behind you but you can't even bring yourself to turn around and look at him.

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"Welcome Prince Anders" Your father's words become a blur as you stand at the top of the palace stairwell. You began to descend the stairs as you pondered. Your patience was growing thin with the amount of suitors coming to court you. It wasn't that you had an issue with marriage, it was just that you had an issue with the suitors that kept coming. Every single one was here for power (which you understood you suppose) but all had fatal character flaws. They were either too involved with the patriarchy or wanted 15 children or some other outlandish thing. You hadn't found the perfect suitor yet. You couldn't even think of what this perfect man would be like but you knew that you would just know. Your brain drifts momentarily to the blue eyes from earlier and you don't have any time to ponder on it before your father's words cut through your thoughts.

"Prince Anders, this is my daughter Y/N." You hear a gasp from the man now standing opposite you. "Wow. Why did no one tell me of your beauty?" "No one mentions yours either." Your words (arguably a jab) at the man only make him chuckle. " Oh! Thank you. They say that in Skånland. Yeah. Right?" He turns to his men behind him. They laugh with the prince but if it's genuinely funny to them or just to amuse their leader, you're unsure. "It is very amusing." "Is it?" Your words cut him off slightly. "We have the exact same title yet are never described the same way." Your father clears his throat and mutters your name as a warning.

The prince awkwardly nods his head in agreeance with your words when he suddenly spots your tiger growling slightly. "Oh! What is that? Wait, don't tell me. It is a cat... with stripes." A distant voice calls to the prince "He likes you." Once more, the prince continues to talk of his greatness by adding "Oh yeah! In Skånland, cats love me. Here kitty. Pst pst." He begins to approach your four-legged companion and with this, the tiger to your side begins to growl with increased volume. You aren't even looking at either of them when you hear a scream followed by many sets of laughter.

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After you kindly dismissed the prince with soft apologies and promises of friendship. You find yourself wandering the halls of the palace in search of your father. You assume that he is in his regular place in his office. But as you walk down the corridor, you hear shouts that you can't quite make out and then two murmurs of "Invading Shiribad is the" You cut across your father's words "Invade Shiribad?" You turn and look at the man accompanying your father. Jafar, your father's second in command and a true thorn in your kingdom's side sometimes. "Why on Earth would we invade the kingdom of my mother?" "We would never, ever invade Shiribad" At your father's agreement, you opt for a sharper glare to give Jafar. "But an ally I'm Skånland would improve our situation." You brush off his accusatory tone as your father answers him. "Yes. If you consider giving Prince Anders a chance-" "To rule? Father that man is power-hungry and clearly only cares about his own image. Even Rajah would make a better leader than him!" You point to the tiger sitting beside you. "My dear, I am not getting any younger and as more time passes, the urgency of finding you a husband increases. And we are running out of kingdoms."

At his chuckles you roll your eyes. "What...foreign prince could care for our people as I do? I could lead if..." "My dear, you can not be sultan. It has never been done in the 1,000-year history of our Kingdom." "I have been preparing for this my entire life. I have read every book possible, I have-" "Books?" Jafar finds a way to weasel know your conversation. "You can not read experience. Inexperience is lethal. People left unchecked will revolt. Both walls and borders will be attacked if left unguarded."

"Jafar is right. One day, you will understand. You can leave now." Your father's words cause you to huff in frustration but flee the room.

As you exit with Rajah following closely behind you, you hear footsteps pacing towards you. Rajah growls as Jafar says softly yet condescendingly "Life would be kinder to you princess. If you were to accept these traditions and understand that it is better for you to be seen rather than heard."

You refused to meet his eyes and after he was clearly done with his demeaning speech, you walked away to your Chambers.

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"Surely there is something I can do." You speak to your handmaiden, Dalia (the real handmaiden Dalia) as she rubs your shoulders. "Oh, what a hard life you lead. I wish I would have the struggle of having to choose which prince to marry. Oh, the tall and clever one or the clever and handsome one. A handsome prince wants to marry you, when will life get easier." You disregard her sarcastic tone "It's not that I don't want to marry. It's just... "You want to be sultan. But why would you with  life like yours?" You turn and smile at her. "Do you remember remember my mother used to say? We would only ever be as happy as" Dalia choruses the last few words as you say them " our least favorite subject." You paused. "If she saw what I did today she'd be shattered." Dalia takes your hands and gives you a sympathetic smile. "She would also want you to be safe. And clean, I'll draw a bath"

"Jafar's guards on every corner? What kind of dystopia are we living in? I can help." You then look at the woman now behind you. "I know I can. I was born for so much more determined just marrying some useless prince!" "If you had to marry a useless prince prince could certainly do much, much worse than this one. Who's tall and dreamy? And he may be a little bit dim but you're only getting married. It's not like you'd have to talk to him." You furrow your brows at her. "But you'd much prefer that boy from the market." You feel your cheeks heat up. She laughs as she walks off and you can't seem to find it in you to disagree with her words.

As promised, she leaves to go to the adjacent room and draw a bath for you. Suddenly, a loud knock cuts through the quiet night breeze. That's odd. There aren't usually visitors coming to see you at this time of night. You open the tall door (that is surprisingly light) and you are met with the same blue eyes that have been plaguing your thoughts all afternoon. You don't even register your gasp before he is asking the same thing as he asked you this afternoon. "Tea?" He smiles warmly at you. "You... You! What on Earth are you doing here?" The sound of guards growing nearer fills your ears. "Get in here." You grab him and push him into the room whilst also surveying the corridor.

"I needed to come and return your bracelet." You freeze momentarily at his words. "What? Where is it?" You can hear his subtle smirk as he says "Already on your wrist." You glance down and as promised, your mother's bracelet once more on your arm. You can hear Lando compliment your interior design choices but your biggest worry is "How did you slip past the palace guards?" He turns to look at you, tray of tea and saucers still in hand. "I'll admit, that was challenging. But I have my ways." Once more, an accomplished smile finds its way on his face.

"Whilst the princess is out, would you perhaps like to go on a stroll?" You almost forgot about the Alias you adopted later... "Have a little chat?" "You are unbelievable. You can't just break into a palace and begin to walk around like you own the place!" Despite your reprimanding him, you feel a slight smile tug on your lips at his sheer boldness. "Well, you have to act like you own everything if you own nothing... So what do you say? I did find your bracelet after all." "Find it? You were the one that stole it!" "Actually, the monkey stole it." "He's your monkey!" "He smirks and says "Still a monkey." His words make you laugh and you can't remember the last time someone made you this happy.

"Who ordered the tea?" You didn't even notice your handmaiden return but at Dalia's words, you both quickly spin to look at her. All Lando can muster is a simple "Uh..." Before you cut across him " I did!" You go to move behind Lando so you can subtly communicate with Dalia. "For you, Princess Y/N."  "Your majesty" Lando bows as Dalia shoots you a very confused look.  but you respond by pointing to your returned bracelet. "Why are you being weird?" Dalia's confusion annoys you. You were trying to keep this storyline up!

Lando turns and gives you an awkward smile in almost support of what he thought your predicament was. You try again. You point to your bracelet and then to Lando. As if by magic, her eyes light up in realization of what you were attempting to do. "Oh, I'm the princess...Yes" Her recovery isn't the best but it works "And it truly is good to be me with all of my fancy dresses, one for each minute of the day and my giant karts of gold things and palaces." You gesture at her to wrap up her truly painful attempt at a lie. "Now it is time for my cat to be cleaned. She walks away and you can't wait to laugh at her display later.

"She doesn't get out much." Lando just hums in agreement as he places the tea tray down. "Clearly." Your tiger then begins to growl at him. "Aren't you supposed to be in the bath?" Lando shoots you an uneasy look as the cat sniffs his hand. Before you can think on it too much, Dalia's voice is heard once again. "Oh servant girl, this cat isn't going to clean itself." "Don't cats clean themselves?" You turn to Lando, eyes wide "You have to go." "Alright. But I'm coming back tomorrow." You go to protest but he continues. "Meet me in the middle of the tea courtyard by the giant tree when the moon is above the highest branches. To return this." He pulls out your hairclip and he brushes a strand of hair away from your face. "I promise." You see him walk off and can't help but smile at him and his antics.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, a certain second in command to your father was alerted as Lando entered the palace and the guards had finally caught up to Lando. He looks at the head guard as the man gruffly speaks. "Evening." Lando can hear his voice break as he replies. "Even- good evening." He doesn't even need to ask to know that there are more guards behind him and he feels well and truly stuffed.

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I wrote a little Rhysta.

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Rhysand woke up with a stinging pain around his neck. He lifted his hand towards the source of the pain, then found something that felt distinctly like a knife digging deeper.

His eyes flew open, and for a wild moment, he thought it was Feyre standing before him. But no. The face that surveyed him had stronger features. Eyes just a little more grey, lips a little more full, brows quite a bit more angular, her gold hair a tumble of waves down either shoulder. A cunning face-calculating. And one that held a knife to his throat.

“Wake up,” she hissed. Rhysand blinked blearily, trying to focus on her. Despite being human, he found her to be prettier than the cursebreaker. He could only imagine how devastating she would be as a faerie.

“What?” Rhysand croaked, not daring to speak too loud else that dagger pierce his skin. How in Prythian had this human girl got a hold of an ash knife? What was with this family?

“I want to know what exactly you’re playing at,” Nesta answered, her simmering glare branding him even in the dark. Rhysand’s heart rate kicked up; was it more or less embarrassing that it wasn’t from fear?

“Nothing. I’m just here to protect Prythian and the human lands from Hybern’s corruption,” Rhysand said mechanically.

Nesta snorted delicately. “Spare me the bullshit. Even if Feyre bought into that molded loaf of bread, I am not so gullible.” She bent closer to him, her tantalizingly soft hair brushing against his cheek. “Or did you use your faerie magic to hoodwink her? For the Feyre I know would not change her loyalties so fast, and last I knew, she was in love with Tamlin.”

Rhysand tried to swallow a couple of times before she gave up. “Tamlin treated her poorly. So she left.”

Nesta rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. I was mean to her for years and she never wavered in her loyalties. So tell me what you’ve done to her, High Lord.”

Rhysand stared into her silver eyes, the loathing palpable in them at the nearer distance. How should he answer this? The truth? He imagined that wouldn’t go down very well with her. With lies? She didn’t seem the least bit fooled by them.

“Nothing. It was Tamlin who changed her.”

Rhysand didn’t have time to react before Nesta drove the knife into his shoulder. Too much in pain to even scream, all he could manage was a pitiful whimper. God, he had forgotten how much ash stings. He hadn’t encountered such weapons since the war centuries ago.

“You really think you can fool me, Amarantha’s whore?” Nesta demanded.

Rhysand stilled at the nickname. “How did you-?”

“Feyre told me everything that transpired between her arriving in Prythian and when she came back. You were what prompted Tamlin to send her away. A loyal servant of that bitch who tormented Prythian for decades.”

“You don’t understand. It was all an act-“

Nesta twisted the knife in his shoulder, and Rhysand let out another pained moan. Blood was all over his shirt, his skin sticky. “Killing twelve kids isn’t an act, you coward. I already told you I won’t be easily fooled.” Nesta bared her teeth, looking every inch the faerie Feyre could never be despite her super strength and pointed ears. In spite of the blinding pain, Rhysand breathed out a laugh. “Oh, pity you aren’t the Cursebreaker. You’re a lot more fun than the huntress.”

Nesta wrenched the knife out of his shoulder, causing even more pain as she returned the knife to his throat. “And I’m about to be a lot more fun if you don’t tell me what you did to Feyre in the next thirty seconds.”

Gods, she was magnificent. Well, Rhysand could offer a partial truth that would hopefully appease this powerful woman.

“I forced Feyre into a bargain in exchange for healing her under the mountain.”

Oh, the scent of Nesta’s fury was delicious. Rhysand gloried in the smell as he sensed Nesta trembling with rage. “I fucking knew it. You faeries and your bargains. I’m assuming it’s this mark right here?” She dug a sharp nail into his arm, and Rhysand yelped, jerking away, which only caused more blood to ooze from his shoulder wound. “How did you know?”

Nesta shrugged. “I guessed, since Feyre has an identical one on her own arm.”

Cunning, furious, and observant. A crying shame this queen would only live a mortal life. “Get her out of the bargain,” Nesta whispered.

Rhysand chuckled. “Or I could just break into your mind and be done with it.”

“You can try,” Nesta seethed. “But not even a High Lord’s glamour can work on me. Tamlin tried and failed already.”

Rhysand blinked. Nesta…possessed the true Sight? Some mortals were gifted with the ability to resist nearly all kinds of Faerie magic in a way that even most powerful fae have difficulty with. Jurian, of course, was one of them, which was how he’d led the humans to victory all those years ago. Immune to daemati and glamours, this woman could be exceptionally useful.

Rhysand reached for her mind anyway, finding that she was just as immune as she had claimed. The eldest Archeron didn’t mess around, clearly. She possessed walls more fortified than the Cauldron itself. Mother above.

“I warned you,” Nesta snapped. “Break the bargain.”

“And what will I get in exchange?” Rhysand crooned. “Surely you understand I cannot release her without getting something in return.”

“I could just kill you and be done with it,” Nesta mused. Rhysand smirked at her. “True, but think: I am a High Lord, and a major asset in the war against Hybern. Without me, your odds lower significantly.”

“You can be replaced,” Nesta drawled dismissively. “Not me.” Nesta spat on his face. “You faeries are even more arrogant than we were taught to believe.” She smoothed down her nightgown with her free hand. “Take me instead.”

Rhysand blinked. “Really?” That was exactly what he had been hoping for. Nesta would prove to be far more useful than the illiterate one. “On the condition that you will never physically or sexually harm me, nor will you use your magic against me in any way, nor will you allow any of your cronies to do it in your stead.”

Rhysand could not say yes fast enough. “Yes, I promise. It’s a deal.”

Nesta and Rhysand stared at his arm, watching as the tattoo disappeared. They both waited for a new one to appear, and when it didn’t, Nesta began her venom again. “You fucking liar, I will slit your thro-“

She stopped, and Rhysand knew why. He watched as whorls of paint wrapped around Nesta’s forehead like a crown. An identical one must be present on his own.

They surveyed each other for a moment, this new bond that had just formed between them tugging them closer together. At last, Nesta let the knife drop.

“Welcome,” Rhysand murmured, “to the Night Court, Nesta Archeron.”

[flooficandii]

thats got me thinking actually . i havent rly had the energy nor the interest to update nuniq's doc to include interactions w/ the newest agents . including harbor and tjats literally her boyfriend lmao 😭😭😭😭 but anyway lemme make some poorly drawn depictions of what nuniq thinks of the newer agents (starting from clove to gekko)

clove

honestly. nuniq wasnt too jazzed about the idea of hiring a kid (grown adult but theyre a kid to her), especially an untrained one . she understands they might have a link to omen going rogue but is still iffy about the whole situation

also oof. the whole immortality thing? yeah it must be a lot to bear for clove, theyre just very good at hiding it. but like with a lot of the young radiants, nuniq lets them know they can approach her about this stuff bc shes been through it too

she can admit she gets pissed at clove bc their immortality causes them to make more reckless decisions on the field . she wants to get it in their head that you still have to be smart about these things no matter how much power you have

but! she thinks clove is very nice. very silly very sweet guy who is an excellent storyteller. storytelling is very intertwined in both nuniq and clove's cultures so she loves listening to whatever clove can whip up

clove has probably dragged her into dnd at least once

she took a while to grasp it but thats ok shes trying her best

anyway yeah clove talks a lot and sometimes nuniq cant understand them so she has to ask them to slow down

iso

valorant hired him because he was a kingdom killer and nuniq was ALL FOR THAT !!!!

she can tolerate the cocky smug little shit thing bc hes professional at least

hes not very hard to work with and is very cunning and calculating. nuniq likes that

iso has most definitely heard about nuniq before and was surprised to see her alive bc a lot of media made it seem she was dead to quell the uprisings against kingdom

nuniq is fascinated by iso's radiance but it definitely makes her think about how fast and how complex the concept of radiance itself is evolving . to think he could create his own pocket dimension with prismatic energy

besides that i feel like they mostly mind their own business

theres a mutual respect for eachothers skill and grit and they just *nods*

deadlock

like the thing says. theres currently some weird tension between deadlock and nuniq rn (and its surprisingly not gay)

theyre both so cold its kinda hard for either of them to approach eachother

deadlock is. working on her relationship with gekkos creatures! which nuniq appreciates

but idk nuniq never forgets anything and its hard for her to get over the fact she almost killed wingman multiple times

+ proposed awful countermeasures to keep the radivores in check

yk that one headcanon someone made about gekkos friendliness and critters winning over a lot of the protocol?

and how they immediately had beef w deadlock because of it?

yeah thats the situation with nuniq

things have simmered down with the creature situation but nuniq mostly ignores deadlock outside of work

and frankly i think deadlock's scared of nuniq too so

gekko

last but not least GEKKO !!!!

nuniq loves gekko!!! hes so silly

hes fun and lighthearted while still being a good fighter

being around gekko makes nuniq feel. Friendlier idk how else to describe it

also his critters have 100% stolen her heart sometimes she asks to babysit wingman when gekkos busy

she has had to apologize for aput using dizzy as a chew toy though

gekko has dyed nuniqs hair temporarily; it was northern lights-colored streaks that looked really cool when braided, she kept it for about a month until it washed out

overall she thinks hes very sweet and she and reyna can get along over being protective of him

anyway yeah i think thats every agent so far after harbor! wow !!! i cant believe we've already made it this far to agent 25 .. and agent 8 still hasnt been revealed yet i love valorant lore (tired

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ACE OF HEARTS : the beginning of a new relationship

@ rollthedice detective chittapon leechaiyapornkyul can't seem to beat you, the vision casino's own high roller, at any game of cards (or any odds of gambling for that matter). but he can stop your repeated attempts to rob the vision's vault. ⤷ word count 769

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“Three of spades,” you muse, half lidded eyes flickering to your opponent, “Unlucky hand,” 

Ten laughs, leaning down onto the table and returning your gaze with a ducked, sly countenance. Slim fingers beckon for another card before resuming the repetitive tapping onto the board in amusement, fingernails skating just centimeters from yours in practiced precision. There’s an underlying sense of entertainment dripping from the full of his irises as he drinks in your appearance, cigarette hanging loosely from upturned lips. He takes a drag of it before flashing you an arrogant smile, nimble fingers teasing the edge of the card before he flips it up and places it face down-- smoke slipping out from fanged canines. “You really think so?” 

“I do,” you purr, nodding your head for the house to place another card in your square, “You’re an unlucky man when it comes to baccarat, Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkyul,” 

A shiver slithers up his spine when you say his name, syllables falling off your tongue in sweet intonations as thick as honey. There’s a crack in his cocky composure, a heart which beats three times fast with each stolen glance at your stained lips. He falls back into his seat, appearing indifferent to your antics but you know better. You have Ten Lee wrapped around your finger. He pulls the cigarette from his lips, once more looking towards your elegant frame. “I know the outcome of this game better than you do,” 

It’s your turn to laugh as you gesture for the house to flip the cards. She does, supplying Ten with a total value of eight points. A complete win. The private eye can’t hide his victorious grin as the crowd around you cheers at the five of hearts, pushing his shoulders and ruffling his hair encouragingly as if some of his luck will rub off on them. He’s expecting to watch your face fall in humiliation, perhaps have the pleasure of seeing your cheeks burn with color before you bury your expression in your hands. To have you tilt your jaw away from him and slide over the money. To hear you admit defeat from those ever-tempting cherry red lips. But you don’t falter in your nonchalant frame and the confident pass of your countenance. In fact, you seem apathetic. As if there's any possibility at all that you can score higher than him.

You can’t. It’s impossible. The chances of you pulling an ace from the deck to score a total value of nine points are ridiculous. A one in one hundred. You won’t be able to, can’t. Ten has calculated the odds. The next ace wouldn’t show up until seven plays later. There’s absolutely no reason for your cheshire grin, but you remain conquerous in expression. As if you could possibly know what the play will be. The house flips your card. 

For Ten Lee’s cunning to fail him is a one in a million chance, no, billion. There’s very seldom a time and place in which the detective feels as if a rug has been pulled from underneath him. Wide eyed and slack jawed. Because Ten ran the cards, he ran the plays, he ran the jitter and jerk of your fingers, every hint of a smile or frown, every movement of the cards and cower in your stature, every fluctuation of your tone. There is no way in which you should have won a game as predictable as baccarat. Yet, you did. 

The Ace of Hearts lays heavy against the table. 

In all of his confusion, you manage to steal the cigarette from his dwindling fingers-- raising it to your lips and taking a slow drag. You exhale, blowing the smoke into his face as you thumb through your newly earned cash (three fourths of which came directly from Ten’s own silk-lined pockets). There’s a mischievous hint in your eyes as you stick the cigarette back in between his lips, tongue snaking over your lipstick as if to relish the taste. If he weren’t so irritated at his failure, the private eye might have kissed you then and there gulped (‘heat of the moment’ he concludes when thinking back, after all Ten Lee could never like someone so… so irritating). He can taste whatever sickeningly sweet venomous concoction you were drinking beforehand and the bitter burn of your lipstick which sticks to the surface of his tongue and lashes eagerly at his teeth. The taste of it is so overwhelmingly you that it forces a blush to spark on his cheeks, searing his skin and consuming his ears. 

“That’s how you play baccarat, Detective,”

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[brdpch]

{1} a game of cats, mice and hearts like ice

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synopsis: my lovely gf @bvrdel-mama wanted to mix manga and show chishiya and team them up with my cyberpunk 2020 oc - or rather - a very smart cat meets a very cunning mouse who claims his life as hers.

warnings: canon-typical violence, graphic descriptions of violence, sexual abuse, substance abuse, niragi, literally everything, you name it. this chapter in particular is not that heavy, but be warned.

formatting: it's a glued-together dynamic roleplay, so the replies are separated by ♠♥♦♣, and the dialogues are written like — This. —

statistics: 1,764 words 9,835 characters.

author's note: matrix and i came up with this silly-little-roleplay to help me with the aib brainrot and here we are, 60+ pages in google docs. beware, it's long. so, let's start this journey together, shall we? ♡

Chishiya could sense danger from miles away, be it aggressive players he could avoid - like Niragi, or the dumb ones he could manipulate into getting over traps he didn’t want to trigger himself. He could tell which game arena could have the probability to be diamonds, could read people’s gestures well enough to know if they’re hiding something or straight up cheating. He knew his limits as well, and that’s why he kept coming prepared - in case of inconvenient situations he could de-escalate using a homemade stun gun, for example. He knew whom to show a well-crafted mask of respect.

He quickly picked up that game arenas provided electricity he needed to charge up his little inventions sometimes, batteries running out fast when he wasn’t at The Beach, scanning local surroundings and trying to figure out patterns of arena locations.

He was always one step ahead, had everything planned, calculated every possibility - that's why he was always prepared for the future events.

This time danger came in the form of a woman embraced by Niragi’s arm; Chishiya saw her maybe for the second time. It was obvious he hated Niragi - who at The Beach didn’t - but for someone to be as close to that psychopath? Shuntarō could only laugh about this to himself. That poor creature didn’t know what she's gotten herself into, but it was interesting to see the militant showing off his newly acquired toy around The Beach, posing a threat to anyone who would have laid their eyes on the woman.

She had piercing, cold, grayish-blue eyes and she was clearly a foreigner, but to everyone's surprise, she had the perfect accent and spoke Japanese fluently - better than some natives around The Beach. When around people, she would always spot Chishiya's blonde hair, scanning his posture; she often tilted her head just so slightly, observing him, just like he would observe commotion at parties around the pools.

She didn't avoid partying.

And they never got paired up in the same game.

It was the start of her second week at The Beach when she came triumphantly from seven of diamonds, and although that game was cleared once before, Hatter couldn't resist but to ask her to join the executives. Before that, though, he’s called a meeting.

Ann was already present, her posture relaxed yet her face serious; sitting across from Niragi she couldn't help but to be alert, as the smirking man had carried a machine gun with him at all times. next to Niragi stood Last Boss, balancing himself over his sheathed katana, face as blank as his mind. No thoughts, head empty.

Neither Hatter nor Aguni were present yet, but the chatter has already started. Mira was delighted, smiling widely as she chatted with Kuzuryū about the subject of today's gathering.

— She came back from the game all by herself, — she clasped her hands together, her eyes glimmering with excitement. — Completely unscathed! Could you believe that?

A man next to her, with a completely poker face lacking any emotions, nodded slowly. Keiichi paid attention to Mira's chirping, sure, but he wasn't the one to gossip around until he had his information confirmed - and that could only happen with Hatter's soon-to-be announcement.

Apparently, something that Niragi bragged about, was the way she was thinking. it was him who brought her to The Beach after 6 of hearts - knowing that she completed a „diamonds game” before (not knowing the difficulty). It took some time for participants to cooperate (his gun was very helpful as they refused to listen to fragile female foreigner). What the militant found fascinating was the way she found flaws in the rules and used them to their advantage. To him, it was as she found a bug in a video game and exploited it (and as a video games engineer it was very intriguing to him, how she was thinking out of the box). As a diamonds player himself, he just couldn't let her talent go to waste.

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Chishiya noticed her right away, it's the thing they say sometimes - wolf recognizes wolf and it was true this time. Niragi may be an unpredictable psychopath of a person, but he was also extremely smart and chose his partners for games really, really well. Chishiya knew that if he chose the woman she must've been special or at least as cunning as him and Niragi.

After doing a bit of digging he learnt that she cleared a diamonds game, a hearts game and clubs game, which confirmed his suspicions - she was ruthless, could work well under pressure and if needed could cooperate with other people to achieve her goals. Her old life was as much of a mystery as Chishiya himself - he knew she was a stripper, and knew shibari which definitely came pretty handy in some of the games. 

Hatter noticed her too, and shortly after arriving at The Beach she was starting to crawl around the executives. It wasn't unusual that Hatter would invite someone with so little vacancy to his inner circle and it seemed like that was what was going to happen soon. This morning apparently he had an announcement to make and so Chishiya entered their meeting hall with a confident smirk and hands in the pockets of his white hoodie.

Chishiya shrugged at Mira’s words sitting down next to her.

— We all did at some point, didn't we? — he inquired rhetorically.

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Chishiya's late appearance wasn't left unnoticed - but it was only when he spoke the rest of the executives got aware of his presence. He's been known to appear and disappear at will, and although he was at The Beach for quite some time now, it was still mildly inconvenient. Sometimes, even if needed, no one could find him.

It's a part of the charm, some would say.

Mira let Shuntarō's comment slide, still as excited as before. She turned her gaze to the blonde, cheeks flushed.

— It was a very difficult game, — she started, like she was about to tell a story; her tone of voice full of suspension, as she leaned close to the table and eyed each person in the room. — A seven of diamonds! — she then exclaimed cheerfully.

Niragi grinned yet again, nodding at Mira's words. The man looked straight at Chishiya, shooting him a cynical smile.

— Maybe there's finally someone as smart as me. — he stated.

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Disappearing was a part of his strategy - the less they know about him, the better - he thought, using that to his advantage anytime he could. But sometimes, he would admit, he did that just to make others irritated with him, just a bit. Shuntarō preferred the quiet hum of generators to the general hustle and bustle of the main building.

Chishiya nodded slightly at Mira's comment, like he didn't already know that, and mustered a fake interest in what the unsettling woman said.

— Impressive, you were there? — he asked, leaning in his chair.

He then shot a quick glance to Niragi, and smiled politely - it was an obviously fake smile. Shuntarō despised the guy.

— Well, we'll see, won't we? — he said, crossing his arms on his chest.

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There was a sudden change of expression on the resident hearts player's face, as she pouted slightly, her face imitating a child.

— You didn't listen, did you? — Mira exhaled, looking at Chishiya with a bit of irritation in her gaze. — She was the only survivor! Isn't that intriguing you? I thought it could pique your interest.

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Chishiya answered, still looking at Niragi. Of course it piqued his interest but what is there in for him to reveal that? Especially in front of the psychopath who already got his hands on her. He shrugged.

— Of course I listen, I just suggest for you to think of the events that may have occurred before she came out of the arena. — he shrugged. — You're smart enough to come up with those, are you not?

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The scent of alcohol and the thud of heavy combat boots steps on the floor announced number one and number two's arrival in the meeting room.

Hatter was never seen with his sunglasses off, and it was probably for the better - who would've wanted to see the man with his drunken gaze leading the masses into that falsely proclaimed utopia. He stood at the honorable spot, right in front of the whole wall with cards neatly painted with spray paint. Seven of diamonds was already marked with a huge black X, courtesy of Chishiya.

When the black haired woman opened her mouth to speak again, and Niragi adjusted his rifle in case he had to escalate the situation between him and the blonde, Hatter cleared his throat, smiling. Aguni stood by his side, unfazed.

— You all already know the meaning of this meeting, — he started, leaning on the chair. — Unmei is not only really smart, apparently, but one of her games was already supervised by one of our executives. Niragi thinks she's gonna be a great addition to our organization, as yet another of the militia representatives. And I agree. — he added.

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Chishiya glanced at Niragi and then at his rifle. He rolled his eyes smirking assholishly at the new executive's „supervisor” and turned his mildly interested face to Hatter. Underneath the façade he couldn't wait to see what the new girl was about, he couldn't wait to crack into her head and solve her like a puzzle.

Shuntarō scoffed out loud. Militia representative? Those numbnuts wouldn't know which way was left and right if it wasn't for Aguni and the tight leash he keeps on Niragi. He didn't say that out loud, but the thought of yet another cunning person with a gun by her belt did unsettle him a tiny bit. It meant trouble and Chishiya didn't like trouble unless it was caused by him.

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— So? Any objections before I bring her in? — Hatter stood up and spread his arms, like he wanted to embrace his precious allies.

Niragi adjusted his machine gun yet again, smirking; he used it as a threat. They disagree, he makes it everyone's problem. No one dared to say no, not risking getting shot. Aguni kept his stance, not pulling the leash on Niragi's metaphorical collar. Seemed like he had already made up his mind.

[bugeyedfreaks]

Hi, hello! I have something to say.

For the fandom and the rowdyruff boys. I went through your page and found myself agreeing hardcore with a lot of your opinions about the fandom and ppgxrrb.

First of all, I have absolutely no idea of who came up with Butch growing up to be a massive pervert. Going off the show, wouldn't technically all three of the boys be massive perverts? They are all misogynistic slime balls who see girls as inferior.

Some things I think the fandom gets right; the boys are pretty. at least cute. For two reasons, 1; they are splitting images of the girls, so if the boys are ugly then so are the girls. 2, canonically, Bubbles has admitted that she finds Boomer "cute." Also despite the ass kicking handed to the girls in the first appearance of the rrb, Blossom and Bubbles fawn at the prospect of having kissed a boy.

Then again they kissed Harry.

Also, I think a good argument is kid rrb IS cute, but they get that sort of golden child treatment where all 3 of them just eventually end up burning out. They don't care to keep up with themselves and with how gross and mysoginistic they are, they become very unattractive very quickly. They rot, basically. Also if they were discord mods, they'd have kittens they brag their rrb title too.

I will also argue that there is nuance in the boys. Boomer atleast, which is funny because he is the least popular rrb. There are many instances where he is depicted as "naive", "child like" and even "gentle." Like yeah, he was the guy who wrote "Flowers are pretty... dumb" but when he was revived from Him, he was waving at butterflies and being taken advantage of by his brothers. If you wanna go deeper, in the comic the boys actually team up with the girls in one instance.

Still, I see the rowdyruff boys in the same vein as the gang green gang. It's like trying to defend Billy because he has that one episode where he saves the girls after setting them up, but it's like people forget that the girls still had to pummel him because... in the grand scheme of things, the guy is a shitty person! The rrb suffer from major pretty privellege and being the hetero counterparts of the girls, age included. Forget all the other side characters like Elmer, Mitch, Robin even mike! No the gorls grow up to want the boys because, 'they can change them!' Oh my gosh Bubbles suffers drastically from this.

And "the reds" are so toxic it's sad. It's like every fic with them is angsty and incredibly shallow. I never get why Blossom spends so much time running back to Brick. Oh yeah! It's because he's so big and hot now, with fiery red hair and a masculine jaw line, and is cunning and calculative and he suffers from severe mommy issues. He needs a woman like Blossom to show him how much of a prick he is! To put him in his place and tell other women off who have interest in him, because how could a woman lower her standards so much for a punk, Blossom would never (#FEMINISM). Then arranging "private visits" with him so they can make out and talk about how arrogant they both are because "ooh. We're so bad for each other but it feels soooo good. So deep. so bad."

I love how the fandom pretends Blossom is above it all, but still some how succumbs to him. "She can fix him guys! No really! We just have to make Blossom into an absolute self-contradicting prude and have Brick loosen up because... convenience!"

And people seriously bend the hell out of Butch to get him to work with Buttercup, more than 90% of the fics basically make him into a Mitch stand in with powers but this one is hotter2.0. bUTCH LITERALLY HAS NO CHARACTER AND HONESTLY, Buttercup has been repulsed by him many times. She'd yeet that guy so fast, and yet, somehow, the greens are the most popular couple I CAN NOOOOOOOOOT. Like how... really. Why does Butch get so much fanon development? The fandom tries so hard to make him into this character he simply is not! Like even going to the city of clipsville episode, the most salacious thing the fucker has done is "looked at a magazine and whistled!" But like how come Buttercup is so smitten by this that she never, once, snaps out of her "attraction" to the guy? Was this not the same issue Buttercup suffered from ACE.

Wouldn't the idea of being taken advantage of by a villain, turn Buttercup off!?

I just can not imagine Buttercup tolerating Butch- unless he is super hot now and she's internally attracted to him, because nobody gets her like this deprived fuck boy who is misunderstood, and actually a romantic guy who cares about her under it all and blood thirsty- excpet when Buttercup is around, because Buttercup can fix him and "he knows not to mess with her!"

It was so funny seeing the push back for the cw's take, when literally reading that script reminded me of all the fanfics I have had to dig through for YEARS now. I was just thinking "but isn't this what you guys WANT?" And some people were even fretting that it'd attract unwanted parts of society to the fandom. Um. I don't know if the ppg fandom is aware of this, but the fandom is already FLOODED with unwated fans, from fetish artists, to those Pintresest face claim boards that remind me of RIVERDALE, the games have already started!

That one slip of a comic, that was supposed to be a joke, of the boys handing the girls flowers and asking to be their boyfriends is way too meta.

Oh, wow, I didn’t know a lot about how some of the pairings are portrayed (obviously, since I don’t really explore that side of the fandom often) but… well, some of that certainly gave me psychic damage, especially the Blossom stuff. 🤢 I can’t even begin to express the pain I felt from reading all of that but this is the closest I can attempt to describe it with:

I agree that all of the boys would be huge pervs, but I think Butch at least being the perviest would track. If, being Buttercup’s counterpart, he also expresses extremes in his primal emotions, that would just be another primal emotion he’d express to the extreme. Just in super gross ways no girl would ever find appealing.

As for Billy, I will sort of defend him because, out of the entire gang, he has a peanut brain (affectionate), and I think, without the influence of the other guys, he would be a good boy. He still definitely needed to get punished for what he did to the girls though. 🤣 But yeah, I think the main difference between the GGG and the RRB is that, if separated, the GGG could… potentially… be good, and have been shown to have varied nuance, whereas the RRB are Pure Evil and Like That no matter what, and there’s like 100% less nuance to them.

But you’re so right about the CW thing, it really did feel a bit like the kind of stuff people have been writing for years. Also, yeah, wow, despite PPG fandom being rather fractured, it has unfortunately already suffered from a lot of, to put it politely, unpleasantness. If “unwanted” fans flooded in… well, what else is new? 😮‍💨

…man, there was a lot here, and I appreciate it all, and agree with a lot of it. Thank you for the ask! 💖

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Silver Eagles Mafia Au

Because @thoughtfullyrainynightmare, @lyranova, @loosesodamarble are the best 💕

Nozel Silva

The Silver Eagle. Cold, calculating leader, who is not known for leniency. He was raised in a Silver Eagles Mafia family and his mother Acier used to be the previous head. However she died, when he was just fourteen. Teenage Nozel had to grow up fast to take her place and it made him even more dangerous.

Nebra Silva

The mist informant. Nebra is the queen of intel and information gathering. She is discreet and cunning. Nebra has a wide web of spies and informants, keeping tabs on everything. If you want to know something, go to Nebra and she will find out.

Solid Silva

The water serpent. Young Solid is ready for action. He wants to prove himself and he knows he will, because he is of the Silva family. Solid is cocky, very much and he doesn't know when to hit the brakes. This makes him unpredictable and a bit of a wild card. The only person he truly respects is his older brother Nozel.

Noelle Silva

The outcast. Noelle was pushed away by her siblings from her youngest years. She never knew why and they truly never gave the details, except for blaming her for her mother's death. So Noelle did not grow up with the Glory of the Silver Eagle's base. When she was fifteen, she left her home. She wished to become strong... because despite her siblings pushing her down Noelle subconsciously continued on fighting.

Helena Drazel

The doctor. Helena comes from Diamond country's Drazel Mafia. Her mother used to be friends with a late Silver Eagle's leader Acier. Helena arrives at their headquarters and uncovers their secrets. She joins the Mafia, even though she is not of violent nature. Helena is a qualified doctor, she runs the medical operations and takes care of the wounded. She develops a relationship with the leader Nozel Silva, although no one actually knows what they are about.

Gabriel Drazel

New addition. Gabriel is dedicated, trained and was prepared to take his rightful place as the next Drazel Mafia head. However some outside circumstances made him leave his home for a while and join his older sister. He becomes a formidable Silver Eagles member despite not having the best relationship with their leader. However they respect each others' strengths.

Nils Ragus

Ice needle. Nils is a lower rank member of the Silver Eagles Mafia. He does side jobs, but is very accurate at doing them. He takes his duties very seriously and is respectful towards his leader.

Curtis Warren

Solid Rock. A long term member of the Silver Eagles Mafia. He is very loyal and is known for alway getting a job done. A reliable member of the mafia.

Acier Silva

The princess. Acier was the previous head of the Silver Eagles mafia. She was smart, cunning and protected her own. Acier was the best of the best, easily making the Silver Eagles one of the best gangs. However she died in mysterious circumstances after giving birth to her youngest child Noelle.

[endlessly-cursed]

A Living Legacy, Chapter Five, Act One: Meeting the Monarch

a/n: finally, after another blood moon, i have updated this story! tbh i've been in a medieval mood, so finishing this was easy. enjoy!

summary: henriette goes on a diplomatic quest... to the faelwyd, where she'll have to impress a key figure in the war

ocs involved: monarch betwixt ( @hphmmatthewluther )

ocs mentioned: lachlann doherty, atticus doherty ( hphmmatthewluther)

taglist: @hphmmatthewluther @camillejeaneshphm @gaygryffindorgal @that-scouse-wizard @cursedvaultss

As we both paced, Helga pointed “If we want absolute harmony, we need the changelings on our side.”

“True,” I conceded, “but Rowena’s apprentice is botching it.”

Helga grimaced. He was a lovely boy, but was yet to learn how to navigate this world. If only we could find a way to give them what they wanted… What did the fae like as much as their silver?

Then, the idea came as fast as lightning on a March evening.

“A bargain.” I muttered.

“Pardon?” Helga blinked.

“Fae love to bargain. Mama would always warn me about encountering faeries who’d try to ensnare me on a tempting bargain. Were I to talk to the offended party on the humans’ behalf, then we’d have the changelings on our side.”

“It is an ambitious plan, dear. But the changelings like nothing more than toying with us. You must be smarter.”

“Just because I am peaceful and kind does not mean I do not have a conniving and calculating side. I simply have no need to be on my guard all the time. I am the Queen’s favourite. You’d be surprised of the scrumptious deals I have made in her name. If the Monarch underestimates me because I am soft and calm, it will be their mistake.”

Helga smiled at me knowingly “The brighter the snake, the more poisonous.”

I had never once recurred to my hidden personality, courtesy of father’s harsh lessons, but for this, I ought to leave my reluctance behind. Because a war was brewing, and lives were at stake.

If I had to be my father’s daughter to avoid unnecessary bloodshed, then I would make him proud, if that was ever possible.

After a week of seeking the nearest portal, leaving Godric’s army behind, I looked at Helga. She squeezed my hand “Do not fear, my girl. I know you, and if someone can charm a hedonistic royal, it’s you.”

“Charming royalty is not an easy fit. It must be made with tact, intelligence, boldness and a good measured cunning.”

Helga kissed both cheeks “How grateful I am for having rescued you from that godawful troll.”

“You and I both.”

I entered the portal, and it felt like being swallowed by earth herself. When I opened my eyes, a different world came into my eyes. Everything shone, there was purple everywhere, and everything felt opulent and overwrought.

I squared my shoulders. I had faced people like this all the time. An hedonistic changeling wouldn’t be my end.

Standing before the walls of the castle of the Sovereigns, I squared my shoulders and announced “I’d like to request an audience with the Sovereign of Changelings. Lady Helga Hufflepuff sends me.”

“And you are?” the guard asked haughtily.

I quickly matched it “I am Senator Gemi.”

The guard’s eyebrow quickly twitched, but fixed it and cleared its throat “The sovereigns aren’t available. However—,”

“I shall receive the lovely lady myself.” A voice called.

I turned up to see a person, not quite a woman, not quite a man, with silver hair, pale skin and violet eyes, looking at me quizzically. I matched their stance “You honour me, ah…”

They offered me their hand “Betwixt. Monarch Betwixt.”

I curtsied as low as I could with my heavy ivory dress, and accepted their hand. They led me through the maze that the palace was, and took me to what it seemed like a sitting room, much more opulently decorated and with silver where the eye could meet. They offered me to sit, and, like practised, sat poised and straight, and gazed at them “However may we help you, senator? Though, no offence to you mortals, but your kind isn’t very welcome to women in politics.”

“You stand correct, Monarch. This is my undercover name, for I have some… personal troubles regarding my identity. I have come here to discuss an alliance.”

Their ears perked up, their feet slamming onto the desk. I didn’t allow myself to visibly flinch “And what if I don’t want to discuss politics now? They are so dreadful, and if I have to hear such word one more time, I shall go mad.”

I offered them a smile “What would you wish to discuss, then?”

“Literature, art, history, fashion, the reason you’re hiding your true name… anything save politics.”

“Well, as far as literature comes, I enjoy Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations and when I seek a laugh, I like to read Lysistrata. I’ve always dreamt of seeing the Roman Colosseum, I prefer Ancient Egypt to Greece or Rome, my favoured colours are yellow and blue, and I am undercover because I disappointed my king. Did I sate your desire of debate?”

Betwixt observed me, a curious look on their face, then simply asked “Tell me, Gemi, why Egypt?”

“Henriette,” I blurted out. I cleared my throat “My name is Henriette.”

They leaned back “Why Egypt, Henriette?”

I bit my lip “It is probably the most ancient civilization to the date. The Egyptians inspired the Greeks and Romans, and their culture and customs is so fascinating… a shame that a woman like me is not allowed to read such complex writings…”

Betwixt smiled “A shame indeed. Your intelligence matches your beauty, Henriette. But what shines more is your kind and calm disposition. You wish you were freer from the chains of your position, would you not?”

I sputtered; I did not expect them to read me so well “Power comes with a price, I suppose.”

Betwixt, not taking their eyes off me, munched on his fruit thoughtfully “Well, I’d be a fool not to hear such a lovely woman like yourself out. Do tell me what on earth does Lady Hufflepuff want now.”

I straightened up, remembering my mission, and started talking as calmly an eloquently as one could manage with so little training and time. “You see, there is a war raging amongst wizards and muggles, and what my ladyship aims for is…”

For an hour and a half, I exposed the problem and how Betwixt could help out. There was something off about their posture and how they listened to me, their body language told me that they were more involved than I gave them credit for then. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I was informed of what he planned to do with charitable, heroic Lachlann Doherty.

Primrose blinked “Wait. Lachlann Doherty, as in ‘dismantler of the Silver Kingdom and hero of Hogwarts’ Lachlann Doherty?”

“The very same. Much humbler and quieter in real life than historians gave him credit for. The poor boy just wanted a family and to be left alone, but alas, destiny, and I suppose Lady Ravenclaw, had other plans.”

Primrose gave her a shy smile “That is what Atti—I mean, Mr. Doherty said as well. I suppose that one cannot have a quiet life while your bloodline is cursed.”

Henriette smiled “I hope he is treating you kindly. I like to think that Lam would be happy to see our alliances spanning centuries.”

Primrose blushed, biting her lip “He and I… we aren’t—I mean—We are just two people who understand each other. I am a promised woman, my lady.”

“Engagements are feeble things. Easily as broken as they are done. No one would be surprised if you got cold feet and decided to back out.”

Primrose cleared her throat, clearly uncomfortable with the topic “Right, uh, Betwixt and their role in the war. Did your charms pay off?”

“Oh, they did. So much, it set the course for them… and the fate of the Silver Kingdom.”

The younger lady started scribbling in her notebook as the portrait resumed her story.

As Betwixt accompanied me back to the portal back to Earth, they gave me a roguish smile as they kissed my hand “I hope to see more of you, Lady Henriette. Your kind should fight among themselves more often.”

I gave them a disarming smile “You only need to request for my presence and I shall be there, as long as Lady Hufflepuff obliges.”

I bowed and left for the Scottish Highlands. Helga was waiting there, and when she saw my face, understood that all went well. Nevertheless, she asked “Well?”

I beamed “I like to think that we’ve got the changelings on the right side of the war.”

However, that was just the beginning. There was much to be done, although a certain Lord Slytherin did not make our jobs easy.

[superdonuthideout]

Have I shared who my favorite author is? Ive only read 1 work from Pam Godwin and I can see greatness in every word—that however, is respect. My favorite author is Trisha Wolfe, this is my 3rd read of her works and as always, this one is really good. The excitement is real, the happiness and the thrill. I can't believe I'm only reading this now. Her book scratches the right spot of itch, she gives the right amount of taste, and she delivers morally unhinged stories that make you truly question yourself. Moreover, she makes me giggle in a way I'm not proud to admit; her male leads. They are morally grey , morally unhinged and I am guilty to admit that I fucking love them.

Her 3 books served a fucked up ML, in Born Darkly we got Grayson Sullivan and urrgghh pangalan palang!!! That mf is a psychopath killer who's in literal death row, he's fucking scary! He buried London alive!!! Despite that, I can't help but simp. Am I the problem? In lovely bad things we got a philosophy professor, a calculative and Cunning man. I love that side of him huhu oh and he tied the FL in a tree and fu—he put a goddamn symbols in both her thighs. And here in the cellar door? Killing the devils, the younger sister of the ML is kidnapped by a human trafficking organization and was beaten so hard it was hard to identify her. He's hunting them down. The heroine is an ex-cop, a detective who lost her job after her partner/lover died and now she's hunting the one who killed him. Guess who killed him? Yes. There's a lot of secrets to unravel, sexual tension that requires a great amount of control. They both wanted revenge, the question is, whose revenge is justifiable? Read it. 10/10. Also one of the best things about this author is the satisfying double cultivation in the end. There's only one, but it's more than enough. It's not only motivated by lust, but by hatred, regret, healing and many more emotions. It has its own purpose. A big role.

And I like Makenna!! Her brain works so fast! She's really intelligent, not like the other heroine na walang ibang alam kundi Ang maging horny, kahit naoakaseryoso ng usapan, pinapaeral Ang makanyakan. I'm not talking about the saint but ok. Charot HAHAHAH. anyways they always have their guard against each other and no they're not working together. He locked her up HAHHAHAHAHAHAH

[shimmerbeasts]

pet peeve? - Zariel

Get to know your Tav||Accepting.

Insulting her intelligence is something, which can irrationally fast invoke Zariel's ire. It is especially bad if this happens to come from another devil or fiend as opposed to someone mortal. The core reason for that is the fact that even though Zariel is someone, who barely participates in the politics of the Nine Hells, that does not mean she is stupid.

However, quite a few devils and mortals made that mistake. The main reason this mistake is made comes from the fact that Zariel is a warmonger and so closely associated with the Blood War itself. Because of the fact that, unlike other archdevils, she fights so much at the front lines herself and is often one of the first to throw herself into the fray, she is often read as someone either extremely reckless or stupid. This is especially true because very often, it is not strategy or calcul, which wins Zariel battles. It is her reckless determination, which borderlines insanity or abandon, and the powerful types of rage, her barbaric troops exhibit.

However, just because Zariel uses most of her intelligence during battles, does not mean it is not there. While she often appears to take situations on head-on, she actually is incredibly skilled at reading fights, turning the tides in her favour and exposing an enemy's weakness. Thus what for many looks like absolute chaos on the outside, makes perfect sense for her. Even outside of battle, Zariel shows an incredible situationally awareness and read on people. While she is not someone who is as obsessed with making deals with others and instead relies on her inner circle to be her cunning spread out across the world, Zariel is very good at manipulating situations into her favour. In fact, in many cases, if none of her inner circle caught you and you approached her anyway with the plea for a deal, there is almost no way that Zariel did not manipulate you to have you exactly where you are now.

It is very easy for most to mock Zariel because she is obsessed with war. However, almost everybody quickly changes their tunes the moment they actually have to fight against her. Especially because it always means that Zariel ensured that fighting her is your only option - and that you will lose and you will know you are going to lose.

[rviner]

full name: Rhea Steele

gender & pronouns: ciswoman she/her

age & date of birth: 40 years old, December 13th 1983

birthplace: Atlanta, GA

time in hollow cove: 3 years

species: werewolf - cross pack

role: runner, volunteers with whatever lol

positive traits: honest, selfless, protective, loving, level-headed

negative traits: ruthless, blunt, temperamental, calculated, cunning

ABOUT

Born and raised in Atlanta within the Cross pack, Rhea's father was killed during a fight against vampires when she was young and the relationship with her mother drifted as a result. Instead of trying to cling to a maternal nature that she would never receive, Rhea was practically raised alongside the other wolves in the pack and believes wholeheartedly that her personality is an amalgamation of every wolf she's idolized. And there were three wolves that she held closer to her heart than the others. Wolf, Xiomara and Josie. When their relationship began and seemed unconventional to some, Rhea knew that they all gave one another something much more profound than love. They were one another's support system and encouragement during the cruel ways of the Cross pack, able to fill days with something more positive than violence and death.

Rhea has always had an internal struggle with the pack she was raised in. She wanted to fight and play her part in their glory so as soon as she shifted at thirteen, she welcomed the brutal training under the belief that it would make her strong. However, as the years passed she knew that being ruled by fear of Jeffrey and Peter was actually a weakness. In a strange turn of events, she watched as their leadership caused the pack to resent them and this observation stuck with her when she became a mother at eighteen. Out of the fight to raise her son, Rhea could see an innocence and gentleness in little Tyr that she never wanted to leave him. She encouraged that both strength and softness can exist together, that loving others is not a weakness at all but is in fact the reason why so many of them are strong. She helped train him before he shifted for the first time, in preparation for the force he'd be met with by pack training. She reminded him daily that Jeffrey and Peter have to be so loud with their anger and violence because deep down, they were fearful little men with no love to make them strong.

Ten years ago, the loss of Josie not only impacted the pack but Rhea could see a change in Wolf. Her and Xiomara continued to raise Allie as their own from that point on but also could see that the young girl would never be the same again. In many ways, Rhea has been unable to process the grief she experienced that day from the sheer shock of how fast everything happened , and where she's tried to remain a strong and supportive force for others. It's only in quieter moments that she's able to truly feel it.

After Tyr and Allie's first shift and their training began, Rhea put herself back into the fight. However, she's never embodied outwardly aggressive traits which is why she earned a reputation of being temperamental as she appears level-headed and stoic but can move into violence seamlessly and directly without much of a change on her expression. She treats violence as a transaction of life, something to do rather than something to let consume you and these days she is trying desperately to pass that knowledge onto her son and Allie as she knows the burden of anger and rage sits within them, swallowing them whole as they feel everything so intensely.

Since arriving in Hollow Cove, Rhea like many of the other wolves wears as many hats as possible. While she prefers to be out fighting, she also knows the importance of keeping the pack together and running from behind the scenes. She does whatever task is needed, and even though Ryan has become the official Beta of the pack she knows that her and Xiomara's thoughts and opinions can sway choices that Wolf makes. There's no reason for her to have an ulterior motive with this knowledge, so Rhea handles the responsibility wisely and is careful with her words where possible. But she also watches closely, taking everything in around her because loving Wolf dearly is one thing but him being an Alpha is another.

[atangledfate]

A sly grin crossed the fox's lips as he tried to look meek and clueless. His tails giving a soft swish as he glanced to one side, a cocky aura exuding from his person. This was the sort of man who let his paranoia become a weapon. To defend against all foes one had to always be ready, and yet he never let that paranoia become fear or rashness. he was controlled and calculated--- like any fox, he was cunning and he knew it.

" Oh i might know a thing or two... I make it my business to keep an eye on new comers from other Zones. Not every soul out there has good intentions, and a great many wouldn't think twice about causing us harm. "

he explained, his tails swishing behind him lazily as he turned his eyes to Lanolin.

" In the future Lanolin, its not good practice to take a stranger to see the Director without confirming there story. She could have been a liar... or even an eggman plant--- or even Mimic. "

He didn't so much reprimand Lanolin as give he casual advice which the sheep obviously seemed to go stiff at. It wasn't being told this by Tails that got her as much as being responsible for letting an enemy into the directors office. More proof that no matter how far she'd come, the sheep still had a lot to learn.

" I--- Yes Sir... I'll be more Vigilant in the future..."

Miles held his hand out to put a nail in that in an instant. He seemed to cringe at the very notion of being called ' sir ' he wasn't formal, nor military after all. He was just cautious and he'd faced his share of bullshit to know how easy it would be to get at Jewel if the enemy wanted. He just wanted her to be aware of how this scenario could have turned on her fast.

" ah--yea no, just Tails or Miles is fine... Just be more careful ok? As for you Reyna, Welcome to Mobius! This is the R&D, i run this wing of Restoration, You can find myself or my Assistant Belle working diligently improving our technology. Any Questions you have you can direct at one of us. "

Hex explained with an air of confidence, and authority.

" I do hope you enjoy your time here, We will always welcome help where we can get it "

Reyna follows Lanolin down the stairs. She wonders if she should try to adjust her height in the future? It made things rather inconvenient for other worlds. Something she's gonna have to figure out later.

Either way, she looks upon Tails with intrigue. It seems that not only is this one a fair bit older than what she's heard, but he's also a bit more sassy. She thinks she's gonna like him.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Tails." She says, offering a curtsy before taking the handshake. "My name is Reyna, though judging by your deduction, it appears you might already know about me." She muses. It was a bit too specific to write off as mere guessing after all.

[brdpch]

{5} a game of cats, mice and hearts like ice

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synopsis: in the world of deadly games and their lives at risk, a very smart sociopath meets a very cunning stripper who claims his life as hers.

warnings: canon-typical violence, graphic descriptions of violence, sexual abuse, substance abuse, niragi, literally everything, you name it.

formatting: it's a glued-together dynamic roleplay between me and @bvrdel-mama, so the replies are separated by ♠♥♦♣, and the dialogues are written like — This. — yes, the symbols look horrible on mobile, we know.

statistics: 1,795 words 9,888 characters.

author's note: it's a mix of manga!chishiya with show!chishiya. also! what's worth noticing - in this rp there are dice involved. the mechanic is called a d20 mechanic, and it's based on dungeons and dragons 5th edition. we also use other dice rolls for other outcomes, so future events might surprise both me and my roleplaying partner. enjoy!

Shuntarō nodded at everything she said, ignoring the gunshots, unfazed. He didn't know if it showed but he was very impressed by her quick thinking and ability to work under the pressure of time and looming death. He was right - the sweet, stupidish performance she put on hid a wolf underneath, just really similar to his blank emotionless one which hid a cold, calculating predator. He thought really hard about the flaws in her analysis of their situation but much to his disappointment he couldn't find any. The know-it-all tone wasn't lost on him as well, although he chose to ignore it just like the gunshots and screams of the panicked people below. She was dangerously intelligent, that could be a problem later on, one that didn't simply involve her questioning his intelligence in an elaborate way.

Shuntarō met her gaze now, still leaning over the balcony, putting his chin upwards.

— I have no idea, but I'm positive you will now enlighten me.  — he lowered his voice and uttered dryly.

He was following the horse-head on the opposite side from him, watching his movement and noting the floors which were targeted by his bullets. They must know where the room they're looking for is - it's a matter of noting down where their feet took them and where their sight and bullets go. She thought of the playing field well, let's see if she can come up with a solution to this game as fast as he can.

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She had to be used to the gunshots, but not because of visiting the shooting range or playing paintball; she was used to the real thing used in actual gunfights. She also had to witness death at some point, because she seemed unfazed by the dead bodies, screams and blood.

Another scream interrupted their conversation, followed by a rain of bullets, and then a pause. Something was dropped, Unmei was sure it was an empty magazine - she saw it from across the balcony. The tagger was reloading.

— Rupert Sheldrake, scientist, actually - currently biologist, — she spoke quietly, turning off the recording. — Theorized about atoms, which was actually proven a few years ago, have weight, but in this weight they carry widely understood knowledge. The atoms „communicate” with each other by the use of a morphogenetic field - which is, for us, the apartment complex. One thousand people were experimented on in the United Kingdom, answering a question about what's on two paintings. On one of them, there was a dog; on the other one - a woman in a hat, but here's the catch - these pictures looked similar to Rorschach test ones. — Unmei paused for a moment. — You know, those dark splotches on light background which are used in the psychiatric field. Anyway, back to the point - 3.9% of surveyed could recognize a dog, and 9.2% surveyed could recognize the lady. Next time they conducted the experiment they got much better results - about 10% rate with the dog, and 20% rate with the lady. It could possibly mean that this knowledge was already „discovered” and then „stored”, or rather „kept” in the morphogenetic field, transferred later on by more surveyed subjects. If there is someone who knows where the safe zone is, it's the tagger, and their knowledge - in theory - is stored in the atoms around us

Unmei waited a little bit for Chishiya to catch up to her with his thinking.

— Nonetheless, I don't really believe in this version of the theory. But if the tagger knows where the safe zone is, he'll reveal it to us sooner or later by protecting the right door. When the players are in enough distance, then he'll start actually chasing them. — she paused again. — There was no player limit, so they have to carry enough ammo and weapons for not only a few, but maybe even tens of people, meaning we cannot take them one-by-one. Have you already counted their magazine capacity? Tagger keeps going around the middle floors, so one of these doors could be the solution. Let's say that this apartment complex has one hundred flats, and there are fourteen of players - seven doors for each player to check, if we assume all of us are alive and we'll keep checking them efficiently, one by one. it's impossible to do in twenty, — she checked her phone. — Ten minutes.

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Unmei could deduce earlier that Shuntarō was a man of few words, who preferred acting from speaking. It was the case even now. Chishiya partly observed the tagger wandering around the lower levels, but partly listened to Unmei's words. It didn't seem like the massacre surrounding them was a problem to Shuntarō, quite the opposite - at times a dark smile would appear on his face when the echoes of players choking on their own blood reached their ears.

— It's good that you added that you don't believe in that theory. It sounds as probable as building your life on horoscopes. — he answered dryly, scanning Unmei from head to toe.

Shuntarō shook his head and then a focused look appeared on his face. He agreed with the part where Unmei mentioned that the tagger will lead them to the goal of the game.

— A standard machine pistol has either twenty-five or thirty-two bullets in its magazine. I assume the second option is more proba- — Shuntarō was cut off by a rain of bullets directed at someone on the other side of the complex. The tagger emptied out the whole magazine.

— Thirty two. — he said quickly, leaning over the balcony to check where the bullets go. Why would someone shoot from such a distance? From a weapon which loses its effectiveness the further it is from the target? They would shoot if someone is close to the right room - Chishiya answered his own question. 

After a second he pulled out the phone and opened the camera app, zooming on the walls of the opposite floors. Analyzing the angle in which the bullets entered the room is on the...

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— Do I believe in the experiment? Not necessarily. But I do believe in the theory itself. — said Unmei, leaning over the balcony. The girl with the short dark brown hair has just climbed over the railing to the upper floor, a salvo of bullets behind her, moments before she begged an older lady to change the floors with her.

— Morphogenetic fields are confirmed to exist by science. Besides, you're a Scorpio.

Blue ducked behind the half-wall, covering his ears in panic. Shaggy, despite the stern 'no' he heard from Hawaii, rushed to help Blue. Unmei tilted her head, paying close attention to them. Chishiya and her both answered the question about the safe room at the same time. Getting there was the problem.

— Hey everyone! — shouted Shaggy, revealing himself for a second. — Let's tell each other where the tagger is! We will find the safe room together!

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Shuntarō furrowed his brows and shot an irritated glance towards Unmei - then his gaze snapped to the girl that was prepping for a run in the lobby. Looks like it wasn't a run, but rather a quick climb around the complex. She was hanging from one of the balconies now.

— Ideal moment for discussing scientific theories. — he said ducking back behind the balcony, when a salvo of bullets flew their way.

Chishiya's eyes wandered towards the lower levels where the two young men were running about, and soon one of them spoke inviting all of the participants to work together. And he was right, there was no way Chishiya and Unemi could clear the game by themselves in the time which was left.

— Second floor, northern corner! — Chishiya shouted leaning over the balcony just to be greeted by 9mm bullets again.

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Unmei hid behind the wall, her head low, almost between her knees, as she squatted. She didn't come out when Shuntarō decided to get a look at the tagger yet again, only to hear him shout. She quickly put her hands on his head, pushing it down, pulling on his hair. It worked best, she knew it really well from her own experience.

Unmei held him like this for a second, their foreheads touching - she had to use her body weight to make sure he ducks on time, before a bullet makes its way into his skull. She held him in place for a few more seconds, not letting go, as to make sure he's not gonna get up.

— As I said, — she hissed, her voice barely audible from gunshots. — Don't get in my way. What do you think you're doing?

Her once ice-cold eyes were now ablaze, burning their way through Chishiya right into his non-existent soul. It was a scream-whisper, and as she let go, she started moving, her body as low as possible, knees on the rugged concrete. That'll leave bruises, for sure.

five minutes remaining.

— We'll take care of the tagger! — shouted Beach member number one, and as Unmei took a quick look around her surroundings, Hawaii responded. — You guys find the safe zone!

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Shuntarō laughed maybe a bit too loudly when his hair got snatched and pulled down by Unmei, then for their foreheads to touch - the woman not letting go of the clump of strands she clinged to, hissed at him through clenched teeth while Chishiya was still laughing in her face - literally.

— Mind the hair. — Shuntarō said through his giggling, then his demeanor changed drastically, his eyes became emotionless and a twisted grin appeared on his face.

— You are very annoying, you know? If you want me out of your way, sure. How about we bump up the difficulty level then?

He leaned over the balcony again and shouted to get the horse-head's attention, then got up and sprinted to the elevator, barely ducking through a barrage of 9mm bullets leaving marks in the wall behind him. His pulse was up, he was ecstatic, he finally felt something - anger, passion, the thrill of life. He had five minutes, the shout should give him at least a few seconds before the horse-head appears on the highest floor. He took Unmei's shoe that was stuck in the door - clicked the floor he last saw the horseman on and exited the elevator.

He then turned to Unmei and waved at her.

— Have fun! — he shout-whispered to the girl before turning around and sprinting down the staircase to the 4th floor.

[urisk-factor]

Why can't spaniel wrangling be a sport? I'd be a god damn olympian, and it'd be a win win.

I get to spend time around lots of my favourite dogs

And Britain finally gets to have something come home for once