#sorces of light

[maudiemoods]

Crew portrait!!

[drumcanister]

holy moly this took me way too long

see you guys in a century when i decide to render again

[mallach]

beating the fuck out of my hot githyanki girlfriend in camp #girlboss

[sorcjapan]

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[alexrosa13]

His Precious Gem

dragon!Sylus x MC

Genre: fluff

Warnings: dragon!Sylus, bad guys thieves getting what they deserve, Sylus being down bad for MC

Note: it was written for the official contest made by L&Ds, I wrote it with the female reader in mind, however for the time being of the contest it will remain as Sylus x MC

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People came into his mountain, wanting to take away his most treasured item - you.

It was a warm night on the planet called Philos. Most people would be asleep by now, but a group of six people had yet to fall to slumber. Those young men went on a journey to find a treasure from the legends of their city. They have been searching for days and tonight they were finally close to their destination.

The cave on top of the highest mountain was almost impossible to reach, but they were determined and with months of preparation. Not many people would dare to try and set up the journey to that place, after all, the legends and tales were speaking of the Beast protecting the treasures - every person who tried before - ended up never coming back.

However there were still people brave enough to chase their dream for the rewards in a form of countless treasures and riches... They were but a fools blinded by their greedy desires walking straight into the deaths cold hands.

A little after midnight they finally reached their destination.

"We did it! We actually did it!" one of them screamed and the others joined him in cheering until the most calm man in the group stopped them.

"Quiet! We still don't know what may be hiding in there." after those words all of the men quieted down and became wary of their surroundings. Some of them lighting up their torches and the rest pulling out their weapons.

"Is everyone ready?" asked the oldest of the group meeting with head nods and quiet words of confirmation.

No more words have been exchanged, the group went inside the dark cave, conscious of every sound. They were looking around themselfs, studying every wall with their eyes, looking for any hidden entrance in the never ending hall made out of stone. After couple minutes of walking they finally saw a faint flash of light. After exchanging glances they slowly moved towards the sorce of the light. The closer they were, the more blinding it become.

Soon enough, one by one, they walked through the thin entrance to the place they were looking for all this time. Every single one of them stopped breathing for a second after seeing the amount of gold and riches laying all around the huge room.

They spoke about what to do now, not knowing that the owner of the countless treasures was watching them from the shadows, ready to pounce on them the moment they touched his property.

About a minute later they started getting closer to the gold placed in every corner of the room, no matter where they looked, treasures were always in their eyesight. One of them noticed something out of place in the middle of the room. On the small platform made out of stone, was person hidden beneath some kind of dark fabric. Where they dead? Asleep? He couldn't tell.

"Hey, guys... There's someone here." getting the attention of the group, he pointed towards the mysterious person.

"Is that the beast every tale was speaking of?" one of the man asked frighten.

"No, this person... Is a woman... She probably fell victim to the beast." said oldest of the group, slowly walking towards the stone platform, soon noticing a head accessory made out of gold, shaped like a crown. It was like nothing he had seen before, blinding him with the possibility of getting the most prized possession in the cave. All of the men were watching him get close to the girl and when he was close to an arm length and slowly reaching towards the accessory, someone spoke from behind them.

"It seems that my most treasured gem catched your eye." cold, mischievous voice send chills to all the men without exceptions, slowly all of them started turning in it's direction, what catch their eyes was not a person, but a pair of red eyes in the dark corner of the cave, it's eyes burning like fire and even through they couldn't tell what creature was their owner, they were sure that it was dangerous, the look thrown by the eyes was mocking, as if daring them to make a move "Why so scared? I can hear your heartbeats from over here. You were so sure of yourself not so long ago, making plans involving my treasure. Go ahead, take it if you dare."

Everyone remained frozen, too scared to move, afraid of what that... Thing would do to them for taking what they wanted. Man who remained close to the girl started thinking, there was no way that thing will let them walk away with it's treasure, it seem that he forgot the very first words spoken to them by the... Beast? Could the beast talk? Was it human all along? It didn't matter what it was, it was dangerous, that very thing was obvious. He looked at the girl, whom they all though was dead. Noticing that she layed there with jewelry all over her, looking expensive enough to feed their families for years to come, he decided that the only thing they could take away from here was the woman herself, after all, why would the beast need that human to stay here and root? He finally asked.

"We won't take your gold. We just want to leave with the girl. Take her body back to her family." he was trying his best to sound confident, but his appearance betrayed him, giving clear image of the man fears. The red eyes looked straight at him, as if seeing through the lies about him knowing the girl's family.

"You want the girl? Or the gold and gems she's wrapped in?" the voice asked, again with a hint of mockery. His questions was meet with silence. Six men started looking at each other in panic, trying to communicate with their eyes "You don't have an answer?" the beast let out quiet laugh, sounding amused "But your greedy eyes speak for themselfs."

Finally, the beast took a couple of steps closer, the men finally getting a clear image of the thing... Man, that was talking to them all this time. Their gazes full of fear looked at the black, sharp horns and the powerful tail, waving slowly behind the beast, as if what was going on right now was absolutely normal for him, like another boring chore.

"You should choose your words more carefully." he started unhurriedly walking to the girl still laying in the middle of the room "It's one thing to come here, looking for gold and riches to keep for yourself. But how dare you think that I would let you take my one and only priceless treasure." he stopped right before the woman, gently brushing her cheek with his claw. She moved slightly, as if trying to cuddle up to the man whose touch she could recognize even in her sleep. Suddenly the group of men felt something tying around their mouth, as if invisible thing was keeping them from talking, they tried screaming, but the only sounds that left them were quiet moans and groans, they couldn't open their mouth. Some kind if red mist was getting more and more visible before their eyes "Now, now. We wouldn't want to wake up the lady, would we?" the beast spoke, still perfectly calm and collected. What exactly is he? All of the foolish men though "Don't worry, it will be quick and painless." what happened after those words left his mouth is better left unsaid. That group of men won't be able to tell the tales of their journey.

Some time later, in the quietness of the cave, soft sound of woman yawn broke through the silence of the place. She slowly raised from her 'bed' and stretched a bit while sitting.

"My sleepy princess finally decided to wake up. Did you enjoy your slumber?" the girl turned her head in the direction where the voice was coming from. Her eyesight catching her dragon sitting on the throne made of gold, watching her every move with the warm in his eyes reserved only for her.

The girl slowly raised from her makeshift bed, fixed her dress as to not appear like she just slept for couple of hours without care in the world about what could happen during her slumber time. She started walking towards the dragon, making eye contact with him and watching as the slith smile appears on his handsome face. When she got close enough, his tail wrapped around her waist, pulling her towards him, she ended up sitting on the armrest of the golden throne with her legs thrown on top of his own.

"Did something happened when I was sleeping?" she cuddled up to him and started playing with his hair. His eyes focused on her face, looking relaxed placed on his arm, her eyes closed as if she was about to get back to her slumber. His clawed hand started slow movement across her back, as if petting a cat.

"No, why would you think that?" she frowned at his words, clearly not believing him.

"Then why there's a sword laying right next to where I slept, which quality is way too bad for it to ever catch your eye?" her eyes opened to look at his, with a grin on her mouth. He smirked, he keeps forgetting just how clever and attentive she is.

"Hm you got me there, some... Fools wanted to take my treasure away from me so I simply showed them their place." she shaked her head slightly, not believing in the audacity of some people. Who would make a poor decision like this? Who would walk straight into the claws of a dragon wrath? Either way that's not her concern. Once again she cuddled up to her lover and kissed his check.

"I wonder... What kind of treasure is worth more than someone's life. When will people stop coming here in the hopes of getting lucky enough to get some gold coins and coming back to their family in one piece." one of his hands continued it's movement on her back, while the second found it's place on her legs, playing with the soft fabric of her dress.

"They wanted not only gold, but also my precious gem. I couldn't let them have that, now, could I?" his hand from her back traveled to her hair, fixing the jewelry on her head and untying some of the little cnots it found on it's way.

"You really do care for me that much huh? I'm flattered." her giggles sounded right under his ear, he felt her warm breath on his neck and lowered his head to rest against her own.

"You should know very well that I adore you. There is no love purer that mine." he closed his eyes, relaxing and felt her breath stopping for a couple of seconds after those words left his mouth. It wasn't the first time she heard that sentence from him, but each time was special in it's own, unique way. Soon enough, she nuzzled her nose into his neck, even more relaxed than before.

"My dragon." her whisper reached his ears. His smirk turned into a soft smile and his tail curled up a little tighter around her "Don't you dare to leave me, ever." suddenly her voice gave away her fears, something he wasn't expecting of her, she wasn't one to let herself act vulnerable, always keeping that stubborn attitude of hers, trying to prove to him her strength.

"I wouldn't dare to." he answered confidently, his hands and tail keeping her close to his body, sharing his warm with her, a contrast to otherwise chilly cave.

Two lovers, two hearts, one soul.

[yayasvalveplay]

Ratchet going into heat and needing Deadlock or Drift to breed him is so so underrated. Get that medic pregnant.

This was not good. Logically Ratchet shouldn't be anywhere near the fight. But as a field medic it was his duty to go out and find those injured.

But perhaps not in the state he had found himself in. Not in the way he was feeling. But he was stubborn. He wasn't going to let his heat render him useless.

Though he wished it did.

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"Doc, your burning up." The coy voice of the notorious assassin Deadlock spoke into his audio. His servos running over his body, before they came to a pause at his modesty panels.

He tried to get him off, but his own body was betraying him, and so was his mind. Lubricant dripped out of his closed panels, and before he could even feel ashamed about it, Deadlock bent down, licking it up.

"Hmm, doc, you tast good. Why not open up and let me have some more. I promise you, that you would like it."

Despite how Ratchet tried telling his body no. His panels slid back, letting the decepticon see just how wet he was. Fans picked up loudly behind the medic.

"Frag. Your wet." Two digits prodded his valve lips, spreading them apart, before he felt a wet metal on him. Licking up and down, and around, trying to get every last lubricant that he could.

Only to then go directly to the sorce.

Ratchet gasped loudly as he was tongue fucked. He grabbed at anything that he could; which was very little considering they were outside. He let his body be used by the other. Frag why was his tongue so good. It felt texured, so it lights up the sensory nods inside him.

Making writh on the ground like a needy pleasure bot.

Just before his first overload hit Deadlock pulled back, making Ratchet whine at the loss. He tried to turn around to see exactly why he had stopped.

But his face was pushed down on the dirt, and a weight was put on his back. Deadlocks weight.

"Sorry doc. I can't have you overloading just yet. Not until i get you on my spike."

He heard the sounds of the modesty pannel transforming away. He only got to look at it for a few seconds, before it was pushing in- all the way in.

Was that a knot mod!?

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It was indeed a knot mod.

And it did its job. He was looking at the inside of his forge to see a protoform being built.

"Ratchet?" First aid asked worriedly. "Are you ok?"

"I'm killing him." He was going to kill Deadlock. When he gets his servos on him it's over. He's going to drain that con of all his transfluid if it's the last think he does.

[siri-ike]

Danny's Phanclub

From this prompt

(This is connected to Summer of change, Jazz Al-Ghul, Mad Science Private School, empty, and a little crime as a treat)

On december 9th, 7 people who were not busy that afternoon gathered in a dimly lit garage on the request of one person.

Angie (15) head of the Danny Phan club's theories division: You're probably all wondering why I asked you here today.

Su-Jin (19) in charge of keeping the websites updated: Yeah, the urgent message with no explanation was kinda jarring.

Jónatan (16) event organizer: couldn't have given a little heads up?

Carmelo (14) treasurer: And I don't believe we needed this many snacks.

Rowan (17) President of the Phanclub: Let's hear her out.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed above them.

Harriet (17) made matching t-shirts: Got the power back on. What are we talking about?

Angie: I'm sure you've all heard that Danny Phantom somehow managed to freeze that giant plant ghost last summer?

S,J,C,R,H,D:*murmurs of agreement*

A: And everyone knows ghost poweres are based on how one dies. As was proven last year with that ghost who was perpetually soaking wet and kept spiting up water

She turns dramatically away from the pool conference table.

A: Before now, he could just do the same things as all other ghosts. Invisibility, intangibility, flying. Plus, those blasts, which are probably just concentrated ectoplasm.

She drags in a large corkboard and looks at the others when she flops it around. Revealing newspaper clippings of Danny using each of his powers, a grave yard, some mountains, and... ski resort pamphlets?

A: Now. Let's look at the evidence.

1. The snow. That came out of nowhere, right? - Wrong. Before the Christian version of Hell, there was the Norse Hel. It was where everyone whet when they died, provided they didn't die in battle. It was thought to be a vast wasteland covered in ice where you could spend eternity with those who were with you when you died.

2. His appearance. He wears a onesie. There are a few reasons one might wear a onesie. The main reason being, you don't want something getting into your clothes. For example, bees. But he has nothing to do with bees. It would have to be something else, something he is connected to... like snow. Like his hair. *pause for effect* it's snow white. The chances of someone being born with white hair is less than 0.001% or one in 17 to 20 thousand. It can also be caused by a deficiency in vitamin B12 or pituitary or thyroid issues. You can all refer to the group chat for articles on those.

*Angie knows no one ever reads her sorces, but damn it, she did her research, and she's gonna site it.*

Jónatan: When did you have time for this? School only finished yesterday.

A: What I think is more likely is that his haircolor changed post-mortem. But why white?

*pause*

A: I think he froze to death.

The room went silent. It had crossed each of their minds, but no one had wanted to say it. Enter Angie 'can't read the room to save her life' Sage.

A: Considering the multiple ski resorts in Illinois supporting the theory and how much more aggressive he is in December, probably due to the anniversary of his death. It could also explain why no other ghosts show up in December. Either they're too scared of him or they're giving him space. He has seemed to be somewhat chumy with some of the other ghosts, despite their combative relationship-

Rowan: Angie, stop.

Quiet.

She looks around the room. Four people are looking down, seemingly avoiding eye contact, and two look at her. Rowan, looks right at her with stern yet sympathetic eyes.

R: Everyone take five. We'll pick it up from here. Angie, a word.

Oh great, she must've offended someone. If only she could remember to look at the faces. Shurely, there must be some signs she could look out for.

R: I know you like theories, Angie. But can you tone it down? You're talking about someone's death. That's not the sort of thing most people are comfortable with.

They're one of the most patient people she's ever met, but sometimes even Rowan doesn't quite make sense.

A: But... he's a ghost. We all know he died.

R: We do. But, I think this whole conversation could be easier if you remove the "post mortem" and the "to death" parts of your presentation.

A: I guess I could change the wording a bit. Leave out the more gruesome parts. But I need someone to hear those out, a second set of ears to make sure I didn't miss anything.

Rowan looks to the corner of the room, where a 12 year old girl sits on a barstool with a wide-eyed grin ear to ear. She nods as though knowing exactly what they want.

R: Dani can hear you out on those.

Dani (12 (real age 1)) a gremlin, somehow always has time for this: I look forward to working with you.

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Angie's articles

Premature gray/white hair

One in 17-20,000

BTW I'm not gonna continue this.

Guess I'm continuing this.

Pt 2

Masterpost

[norissisca]

“I wish to be with you in my final moments, my love”

Satoru x Suguru X Non-Sorc!Reader

DEAD DOVE : DO NOT EAT — FEMPOV

content warning : gore, thoughts of cannibalism, death, angst, miscarriage, alcohol, mention of rape, horror themes, psychosis, suicide

You’re currently on : PT I

long a/n : cw contains the overall warning of the fic, this chapter won’t have all of the warnings contained in it. also okok i get it, it’s a short chap but whatev. suguru isn’t introduced in this chapter yet heh. . . i js posted this cuz i am extremely delayed when posting this. this fic won’t be as good as well since i rushed it, i will edit it throughout trust me

August 10th, 2017, at around dawn,

Jane Doe has been found deceased.

Your eyes shot open, rapid breathing taking over what seems to be the left overs of your lungs as you laid on the grounds of the Tokyo alleyway. Cold. Empty. The pouring raining punching your lifeless body as you were alone as the only source of light was the billboards shimmering at night.

Your wish wasn’t able to be fulfilled.

Oh, poor you. Poor y/n. It was going to happen either way, you were destined to this fate even if they wanted to protect you and hide you away from it. It was already planned to happen.

Just barely conscious, you could still make out that outstretched curse made up of the body’s of a human flesh and fluid with its umbilical cord still drooping. It was just digging away into your stomach as if it was a starving, remorseless hyena scavenging at the remains of it’s prey; whilst paring its skin with it’s fingers. It’s shit eating grin invariably plastered on its prolonged face gave you deja vu, glistening its overwhelmingly amount of teeth. Too large to be humane but yet too small to be inhumane.

You wanted to move, to scream as you felt the agonising pain of your pancreas squelching against your intestines as if a child was playing with your guts like slime, except this was no child. . .

Its eyes wider than anything human just bore into your’s as it toyed around with your digestives. Squish. Squish. . Squish. . . The metal smell stinging your nose as you didn’t feel no anger, sadness, fear or anything. Except, desire to help it. Assist it grab your body parts and just gollop it down your dry throat.

Its disorientated voice squalled out, verbally struggling to word out the words it desired to say towards you.

. . .

“Maama. . .”

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4 months prior to the accident.

The room was dim as you lay sprawled out on your stomach on the king size bed, the white sheets covering partially of your bare skin. That night. . . That night kept replaying in your mind, his unwelcome hands touching you. The only thing you could recall that night was his sinful words with that revolting shit eating grin.

As your hands grasped onto the silky sheets, your breath hitched as you wanted to get him out of your head. Until you felt a pare of welcoming hand slithering across your arm towards your hands before interlocking with them which made you loosen grasp of the sheets. The feeling of a warm muscular skin flushed against your back as you felt some legs entangling with yours.

“You’re so tense. Is something on that pretty mind of yours sweets?. . .”

The raspy whisper spoke as you knew straight away it was Satoru. Only he had the spare keys to your penthouse — that he supposedly bought even knowing he only sleeps there with you when he doesn’t have to teach nor have any missions otherwise he’s in the jujutsu dormitories due to his tight schedule of only 3 hours of sleep. You would turn around to face your boyfriend making eye contact with his icy blue eyes, a soft hum slipping out of his lips as he leant in to kiss your lips that lingered quite sometime. Just his way of showing who’s his girl.

“Toru, it’s nothing. Just stretching my fingers.”

You tenderly spoke through the kiss as he pulled away. Silent. . . Than all of a sudden his lanky fingers started stretching your cheeks with a goofy smirk on his lips, he was pulling your skin like a granny teasing her granddaughter as a devious chuckle flowed out of his mouth

“Hehe.. Look you’re a pufferfish, glob glob glob!!”

You would shoot him a glare as now he started smacking your cheeks gently to make your lips pout out like a pufferfish before he slowly stopped with one last smack and a ‘glob’ before retracting his hands and a look of a child caught red handed grabbing cookies from a jar plastered all over his face. Sometimes even you have to treat your own damn boyfriend like a child for him to control his antiques, but yet again, it somehow made you get that thought from that man out of your head.

“Anyways, you staying for the night? I thought you normally stayed at that weird little Hogwarts place.”

Your fingers brushed his white bangs out of his face so you could clearly see his charming face. As a non-sorcerer you never really understood Satoru���s wizard of oz world of sorcerers, I mean after all you were born without a cursed technique. Satoru did try to explain cough cough I mean teach the whole thing to you even his uh— what was it called again? Seven eyes? Number eye? Whatever and how he’s like a ‘god’ amongst everyone, but at the end of the day you just saw him as an average person. Except for his white locks and striking eyes. Damn, you can never get tired of staring at him, maybe he is a god with that beauty. Who knows.

The ironic thing about this is that he dated you not just for your oh so cute little face but also the fact you viewed him differently and also your morals, which were somehow quite similar to Suguru’s except in a more of a less sorcery way. Even though he preferred to focus on his life and also desired somebody merely as strong as him; yet he still chose you and somehow you also chose him even knowing he wasn’t that all faithful.

“Mmmmm. . . Naaaaah. . I’m staying for the night. And it’s not called Hogwarts! It’s Jujutsu high! Thank you verrrryyy much.”

He even emphasised on the word ‘Jujutsu high’ to remind you the name of the school he worked at before quickly cutting himself off and looking down to your chest, his goofy grin reappearing again after trying to put on the tough guy act when correcting you. His fingers wiggling in a way he’s ready to fondle with them, your eyes darting from his hands to your chest than back to him, your brow raised with a small giggle escaping your lips.

“Zooweee mama! My little girls are looking just as beautiful as they usually are, come to daddy!!”

With excitement and exaggeration he would pull the sheets over him and snuggle up his face between your chest whilst wrapping his brawny arms around your waist like a belly chain, a highschool girl giggle vibrating against your skin and then with with a content sigh, he would’ve shut his eyelids in relaxation. Your hand would slither into his white locks, giving them a massage as you closed your eyes and kissed his head with your eyes fluttering shut as a heartwarming smile forms.

“Goodnight toru. ‘M love you.”

As y/n falls into a slumber, Satoru would halfway open his eyes with seriousness that he usually doesn’t show. His infinity warps around them both as his six eyes senses something or somebody watching afar from the glass walls in their large bedroom that looked down the Tokyo city, possessively pulling himself more into your body and his grip around you tightens.

“Tch. . .”

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May 11th, Thursday at 1200

Your mouth would widen as a teary yawn escaped, your hands would rub away the tear remnants. The heel of your shoes making contact to the concreted ground with taps whilst making your way to the shops. A soft hum slithered from your lips as you pulled out your phone to see any new messages, noticing you have 16 new ones from Satoru.

My Blue Eyed King of Big Backness 🩵💙

baby

Sweets

penis

oK soz

sweetie boo boo bear my little queen of grumpiness and sexiness

i heard ur going to the shops

plz buy sweets

i beg i have been such a good boy. . . heh

can u also go to the new bakery

wait nvm i will go muself and drag nanami with me

love

ove u

pove u

. . .

looooovvveeee yyuyy

bro the fuck

love you 😘

also the kids say hi (dw they don’t know who you are I didnt tell them who u were)

today, 9:30am

pls send nudes of yoy back bending 🙏

today, 11:00am

Jesus Christ. It’s ironic how all of your notifications were just Satoru trying to just even say he wants sweets. A heavy sigh left your lips as you put away your phone and walk into the store you just arrived at to buy groceries. . . And sweets.

As you exited the store with a whole bag and of food for restock and the other bag filled with sweets, you would make your way back towards the penthouse. The weight the of the bags being extremely heavy causing you to drag them across the ground slightly. Before you could even straighten your back you felt a shudder through your spine.

You couldn’t even move a muscle, you felt as vulnerable as a deer at headlights. Beads of sweat would drool down your forehead as you felt your breath hitch against your throat. The shopping bags fell to the ground as the beating of your heart started beating rapidly with a gut feeling inside of you lacerating you to look behind. . . But you couldn’t. The agitation you’re feeling right now is preventing you to do such movements.

“MY GOD Y/N!! You never told me the guys here in Japan were this cute!”

The loud shrill behind you of a voice that spoke English with a high pitch eventually made your body snap around to see a blonde girl dressed up in a revealing outfit with a massive gleeful smile printed on her face. You knew her. . . It was your old high-school friend : Addison.

You felt deja vu from the sight. Addison? What is she doing here?. . . Your eyes hastily scanned around the place, it was a large bathroom with the echo of loud music in the background and flashing lights flickering through the door of the room. Your head glanced towards the floor mirror. You were also dolled up.

But, you were just—

“Hey! Hey?!! Earth calling y/n? Don’t tell me you’re drunk already!! We just got here, ughhhh. . . I knew drinking all of those boozes wasnt a good idea.”

Her dramatic groan made you look back at her face, your features now softening as you felt comfort around her presence. Still trying to put a finger to what is happening you would sigh tenderly and loosen your shoulders, you were probably drunk as hell. It was said drunk people do hallucinate when intoxicated, maybe that’s what you were experiencing.

“Sorry, Addy. I think I might be a lil drunk. . .”

You spoke in a gentle tone but loud enough to be heard over the muffled up-beat music, your hand rubbing the back of your neck. You felt her hand interlock with yours and drag you out of the bathroom in a rush of adrenaline, a laugh erupting from her lips.

“A lil?? Your drunk boo!! Now let’s have fun and don’t be too drunk, I will need that translation for the Japanese we will be hearing!”

As she dragged you out of the bathroom the music got louder, the bright lights flaring would cause somebody with epilepsy have a seizure and the stench of heavy alcohol hits your nose without warnings. Everything felt so real. Until, you noticed around Addison’s neck was a black choker that almost resembles a rope, it almost seemed like a mockery the choker.

Shit. This wasn’t Addison, you remembered. . . She shot herself almost half a decade ago.

Coming into an abrupt stop, you teared your grip away from Addison’s grasp. Your breathing now coming to a fasten motion. Addison would also halt and tediously turn around towards you, her face now cold with dispassion. That same shudder from before came back crashing towards you as you took a step back, fumbling.

The glares. . . You felt eyes stabbing into you as Addison’s emotionless features continued looking, with hesitation you teared away from her eyes grasping contact with yours to only realise all those glares were from everybody in the club. . . Everybody was staring right at you, the exact same expression as Addison, same petrifying looks that could curse you.

Except for one. One in particular. A tall, almost same height as Satoru, maybe 10 centimetres shorter. He had long raven-like black hair that was lustrous and a disturbing but yet alluring features upon him. You felt the eyes subside the longer you look at the man, the feeling of betrayal and anger with a tint of mournfulness now took over your emotions as he began mouthing words. The only thing you could understand from the spoken words he tried to proverb were—

Everything was cut off as your eyes flutter open, peeping down you would notice Satoru wide awake and his icy eyes glowing, his seriousness dissipating as infatuation was now plastered on his face. As Satoru saw you awake, his eyes would soften whilst lifting his head up from your chest to give u a large goofy grin.

“Hey sweets, did I wake you up?”

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Thank you for reading — pt II will come. . .

Love,

Norissisca

[commander-yinello]

Do you happen to have respec advice for other characters apart from Wyll?

Heya, thanks for asking! ❤ Here's what I like to run the other companions on.

Shadowheart: Light Cleric all 12 levels. She becomes a beast using Spirit Guardians, Fireball and Guiding Bolt. Also ridiculous overpowered in act 2. Give her Lathander's Mace and win.

Lae'zel: Battlemaster Fighter 12. Or if you don't like extra buttons, Champion Fighter 12 is great too. Fighter is a fantastic beginner class imo.

Astarion: Thief Rogue 4/Gloomstalker Ranger 5/Champion Fighter 3. You want the double attack from ranger, the action surge and ofc all that sweet lockpick proficiency. Give him a bow, he'll destroy everything.

Gale: Fighter 2/Abjuration Wizard 10. Finally that poor man not only has some good defenses, he smacks hard too. No more lying on the ground for him. (credit to nix on discord for this bc I was struggling lol)

Karlach: Open Hand Monk 8/Thief Rogue4 hits like a truck and imo fits Karlach. But Berserker Barbarian 8/Thief Rogue 4 where you throw all the things is also very good. I keep forgetting to buy weapons hence why I went with monk 🤣

Minthara: MUST have Thief Rogue 3. Soul Branding is stupidly good not to cast on everyone and only costs a bonus action. You can give her Paladin 9, Fighter 9 or build her exactly like Astarion.

Halsin: Storm Sorc 1/Land Druid 11 has my heart right now because of all the nice spells and mobility. However I am currently experimenting with a Moon Druid build bc I do feel Halsin is at heart a Moon Druid. Will post if I find one I like.

Jaheira: Same as Halsin, who I feel is at heart a Land Druid. Land Druid 12 also is great if you want those super high level spells.

Minsc: Berserker Barbarian 8/Thief Rogue 4 is his thing, let's be real. Let him be the Mad Man and throw everything.

[tealfling]

Same anon, uh the ideas aren't anything too crazy or spectacular but they are

Rolan with a tiefling who wasn't raised around other tieflings and has no idea about tiefling biology having Rolan knot in them maybe even during their heat/rut. Potentially with Rolan explaining things to them while talking dirty.

The second is just wild magic resulting in someone getting tied up probs Rolan and misuse of magic continues.

Final one would be him masturbating because he saw Tav get entangled by Jaheria found it hot and he's not handling his pinning well. Maybe even steals a piece of clothing from their laundry basket or their scented body oil to aid him.

Anon, if you were looking at me the screen when I read this you probably would have seen my eyes dilate like a cat about to Zoomies.

So my HCs:

Alright, I'm actually very confident in this first one bc-- that's kinda how my tiefling Sorc Tav Coren is playing out. She's not a virgin, but she's an orphan that didn't grow up around a high population of tieflings. (Her first lover was some smooth d-k half-elf) So the knowledge she has to go on is her own tiefling AFAB body and a gist knowledge of male tiefling bodies-- in the same way you might get a sex education from hearing your friends talk at school. Basically hearing your friends talk about dinosaurs and going to a museum and seeing a dinosaur are two vastly different perspectives.

-> Rolan's insecure and probably shy - especially at the beginning of a physical relationship. But he is a wizard and thusly nothing but a wealth of knowledge. He will make sure his partner is well informed on his equipment and how it works, but I think it would take some time for him to intentionally knot a partner-- especially one that has not experienced it before. He'll take it slow and work them up to it. He's surprisingly sweet like that. And he will ask. He likes clear communication. But when he's comfortable (read: more confident) this can evolve into dirty talk

-> with that said: an established relationship during a rut/heat cycle (these will eventually trigger each other so they're simultaneous) the knot is implied. It's kinda the name of the game. We're talking: mating press, probably marked/bitten, and absolutely stuffed...with his knot of course. Even if they don't want children, they're playing the breeding game. To quote my buddy @faerunsbest LET THEM GET STUCK (btw, I am writing this is my Coren fic)

Now about Rolan being tied up.

-> I see Rolan as kinda up tight with a lot of his issues stemming from feeling a lack of control in his life so I personally don't see him being super comfortable with any sort of bondage. But he might be willing to try it in a trusted established relationship. Idk, I think Rolan on his own is a little too vanilla to explore that on his own

-> I do think he'd be willing to misuse magic. I mean what's the point of spells if you don't use them?? Amiright, Lia?

~Mage Hand, Alter Self, Invoke Duplicity, Darkness, illusion spells- the list goes on. I think the key with these is that they still allow a lot of control on his part. Mage Hand- who couldn't use another hand or two now and then? Alter Self: shorter nails, deeper ridges, no ridges, extra tail, no tail, feathers, various alterations to genitals- endlessly possibilities. Duplicates- self explanatory. Why have 1 Rolan when there could be two? I think he'd be really into watching his partner take him. Then there are the sensory spells...this could go on forever.

Ah, panty thief Rolan. @faerunsbest & crew were posting about that not too long ago.

Highlights: he would, but it would probably be later in his story.

However in Last Light Inn there would have been a wash room where a sweaty post battle Tav could have bathed and lots of opportunity for a particular undergarment to go missing. Along with a Rolan that's hiding off in one of the rooms, desperately fisting himself while holding the garment in question to his face. He didn't realize he was this bad off. This desperate. This is truly a low point for him in his eyes and he's going to probably go into some self degradation bc he's ashamed of himself. He's not going to give it back though.

@faerunsbest @kimberbohwrites @ladyofcrowsandcoffee @barbwillbrb Thoughts?

[lbcreations-blog]

Its raining its pouring. The old man is snoring.

Lucifer x human reader fluff

Charecter relationship status with reader: Romantic

Important note: i am very sick at the moment, so slight spelling mistakes and such may appear

Masterlist

You walked to your sliding doors in your house and stared outside of it. The clouds were dark. It was freezing cold and it was raining. No. It was pouring rain. It was bound to get worse soon.

You brought your gown closer to yourself, shivering slightly. It was definitely the time for some fire in your fireplace, but sadly, your lighter does not work, nor do you have any matches.

You wanted to summon Lucifer to help with the fire, but you knew he was busy with Charlie's hotel.

Then suddenly, light flashed for a millisecond, and then a second later, you heard it. Thunder and lightning.

The noises scared you, but you stayed calm, to not freak yourself out. You went to go on your phone to distract yourself. Then your power went off. So you walked to the room where your phone was at and sang a nursery song you enjoyed on the way there.

It's raining,

it's pouring,

The old man is snoring.

He went to bed and he bumped his head,

And couldn't get up in the morning.

Now you were in the room and picked up your phone, and you realized your phone was dead.

OK, you were going to have to summon Lucifer because now you were going to freak out sooner or later. The house was dimly lightened because it was only the evening. So you rushed to the summoning area where you would do your ritual before it gets to dark to see.

You started your chants rushing through them to get him summond to you fast enough. Once he was summond, you practically jumped into his arms, happy to see him and just happy for your fire sorce to here.

Lucifer hugged you tightly he was also happy to see you and to once again see the good that he was banished from seeing by the angels, ofcourse sadly he could only see up to where the neighborhood of yours ended, due to some type of magic.

"Honey, why is it so dark in here?" Lucifer asked. "Well, you see, there is a-" you flinched, hearing very loud thunder and lightling, Lucifer then hugged you closer and tightly against him. "I understand. Let's get a fire going, and we can talk or something if you want to," Lucifer told you.

Lucifer took you by the hand to your lounge. Once getting inside the lounge, he brought you to the couch and made you sit down on it. He then went to the fireplace and then crouched down in front of it, to then ignite a flame onto his tip of his finger to light up the wood in your fireplace.

Finally, some warmth was coming about, and you could actually see properly, but it was not enough. You were still shivering due to the cold-niss.

Once Lucifer stood up correctly and turned towards you to see you still shivering, he quickly conjured up a blanket with your favorite texture and everything.

He then sat down next to you on the couch, putting the blanket on top of you both. He then put his arms around you. You then rested your head against his chest.

You slowly closed your eyes, feeling nice, warm-ish, and cozy. "Goodnight, Luci, i love you," you told him lazily, smiling. Lucifer pecked your forehead. "Goodnight, I love you too, my love," he told you lovingly. You then both were swept into slumber.

I hope you guys enjoyed this little fanfic I wrote while I was having a storm at my home goodnight/day

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[countess-dawn]

I couldn't help but wonder the sorce of that light. My sister said it was his ford f150 in the woods. So I had to do it to him.

[0bananadog0]

I love scouring for sorces where the primarches are being described.

My favorite so far has to be how Horus describes leman the first time the two meets in a conversation whit the emperor.

(Excerpt from wolfsbane)

”The emperor’s eyes fixed on their leader, the greatest of them all. He was a giant almost as massive as Horus himself. Tough he was draped in the same rude skin and armour as his followers; tough his long,blond hair was dressed in similar backwards style to theirs; tough he hunched over the table and picked at the kingly food with grubby fingers, ignoring the cutlery provided, it was clear as day is from night that he was not the same as his followers.

He was the same as Horus. This was the presence he felt.

This savage was his brother.”

Now I know in the context Horus is seeing leman in a jealous light but I can’t help but to love how just from that we get to know that Leman probably has thicker and probably shorter fingers which dose make me imagen that he probably have those like really wide hands.

And yes this is feeding my delusions that leman got a strong man built like Thor from GoW thank you for coming to my ted talk

[a-wildcard-is-active]

It's Night. Forever.

Mobs are killed when they enter the light, and holding a light sorce in your hand gives off light.

All well and good, they can insta kill mobs easy, no danger from the drak anymore...

Until the torches burn out and have to be re-lit.

Yeah just turn that sh!t into a gothic horror

ooooOOOOO creepy

They could add some sort of horror texture pack too

[blue-sadie]

Missing Parts

This was a request but lost it so hopefully the requester sees this 😁

Cal Kestis x Bot Tinker Reader

Summary: sometimes the metal parts aren't that entertaining but adding a few things can make it better

Warning: none

Yn/3rd person pov

The music was loud so loud it could be heard from my station that was the same level as the prison "it's so fucking loud" I grumbled pulling out my ear plugs even those didn't work to block out the noise.

I heard beeping from behind me so I turned looking over my shoulder to the small droid on the table the guards brought him in a few hours ago damaging him the process "hey little guy" I murmured putting down my tools and slowly walking to him with my hands up.

"I'm not here to hurt you ok" I murmured and he beeped nervously as he slowly crept towards me to the edge of the table "I'm sorry about the guards their morons" I whispered picking up his broken pieces "dd please go get me some tools so I can patch up our friend here" I said.

My own little Droid flew out its station beeping happily as it flew between us and my desk passing me all the needed tools "come on little guy time to patch you up" I murmured and started humming to myself my tools drowning out the sound of the nearing prisoner.

Cal dropped down behind the unaware girl and his eyebrows rose in confusion as he watched her with his light saber raised he leaned to the side watching her work with his little companion "drop the tools" he spoke startling her causing her to fling the star screw driver at him but if landed a few feet in front of him.

"Shit you scared me" I squeaked moving my hands to my heart feeling it race "easy I'm just here for the droid" he murmured gesturing to bd-1 I glanced between the two "oh yeah here I was just repairing him and did a tiny upgrade on his antenna" I smiled gently picking up the small bot and bringing him to his owner.

The man frowned as he took him "why" he asked his voice low I nervously rubbed the back of my neck "it's kinda the only entertainment I get around here I fix or make new bots from the pieces I get" I looked around the room the small bots I've made peaking out their hiding spots.

"I'm cal" the man said sticking out his hand and I gently shook it "yn" I smiled and giggled as a few of my bots rolled to me and stopped by my feet "geez you've made a lot of them" he said kneeling down causing a few of them to hide behind me I let out a shakey breathe "I've made alot more but they get taken for gambling" I sighed making him look up at me with sorrow but I could see an idea popped into his head "how are you with shis".

-Time skip-

I felt sorry for the creatures we were killing yes its their nature but their death is only for fun, I shot one of those frog things making it crash into the wall, a group of my small bots tazered the group of scazz "what is this" sorc tormo boomed and I looked up at him confused intill a ship crashed into the area.

My smile widened as I recognized the ship "bloody greez" I murmured quickly gathering up my bots and following cal onto the ship "I will find you" sorc's voice faded as the door closed and the ship shook as it flew off "greez, cere" cal called as he rushed into the cock pit of the ship and I was slow to follow.

"I'm glad to see yo- yn" greez stopped mid sentence his eyes widening, "sup greez missed me" cal looked between the two of us surprised "glad to see you looking after my ship" I mused making him huff like a child "you own 50% of it not all of it" he muttered a few curse words turning his gaze back to flying.

"I'm cere now tell me what's this about you owning the ship" the lady spoke her eyes never leaving mine I laughed shaking my head "I won a lot of things from gambling that's also how I ended up in sorc's prison just on his good side" I paused "and that's how I met greez and he quickly lost all his belongings except the ship" I smiled.

Greez grumbled "wasn't my fault I was drunk" cere looked at him surprised "but why only 50%" cal asked crossing his arms his gaze on my I felt flustered under his gaze "I felt sorry for him" I laughed making cere laugh to "well I bet I can win it back" greez muttered putting the ship into hyper drive, cere lightly smacked the back of his head making him hiss

"so you can lose the rest of it I think not".

[hollow-lime-green]

you've mentioned in 2sorcs that your interpretation of yuki's technique is different from canon, right? (I agree...the physics is not. physics-ing.) would you mind explaining your interpretation or would we have to wait for further chapters of 2sorcs/installations of the verse?

Oh yes, thank you for this ask, I would love to talk about this!

My interpretation of Yuki's powers is what I think they should be in a balanced universe where a.) Gege understands physics, and b.) Yuki is undeniably special grade.

I do really like Yuki's canon arc, but I think Gege copped out in how they got there due to him not really vibing with the math/science involved. Luckily, I am a STEM girlie here to womansplain. Since I'll mention about manga-only Yuki stuff, I'll put it under a cut.

(Side Note: I really hope some of the anime-onlies that I know have read this verse go back and reread if/once they catch up on the manga. There's a lot of easter eggs!)

Yuki's Canon Powers:

Yuki can use cursed energy to add virtual mass* to herself or her shikigami, Garuda.

*This mass only affects how hard she hits**.

**Until she adds enough mass to turn herself into a black hole, wherein it now does affect everything else.

Now, I think this is really stupid, because it is so limiting to say mass = power (force), and the black hole threshold is arbitrary. It is stupid on its own, and it is stupid in the context of the Kenjaku fight because if you let Yuki be cool, the fight can be way cooler. Kaori's anti-grav actually could have been an amazing counter and led to an interesting fight.

(Of course, the point of Yuki's fight is that she lets go of herself/her agency, and by not being selfish and arrogant, she loses the fight. The strongest need to be a little crazy, and they need to have unlimited faith in themselves/insane egotism. By doing what Tengen wants, she has to lose. I like it. But Greg still could've made her cool.)

Yuki's Powers (Taylor's My Version):

So, science: if the size of something stays the same, but the mass changes, the density has increased. So my interpretation of Yuki's powers is technically based on density.

Yuki can used cursed energy to add mass/increase density to anything she can touch (including other sorcs), and Garuda at a distance (familiar mechanics, baybee).

Yuki's cursed technique reversal is taking away mass/decreasing density.

All things are affected, not just 'power'. When things are heavier, they are harder to move and generally more durable, so she gets defensive buffs when heavy and speed buffs when light.

Yeah the black hole still works. But Yuki's relationship with mass is linear; there's no 'threshold' where suddenly Greg changes things.

These changes are relatively minimal in terms of the actual powers, but I think they would make a world of difference. When Yuki's powers interact with real world physics, she can have a lot more strategic options for changing her own mass, which you see in her spar with Geto. It's great for hand to hand. I have Satoru change his weight in the fic essentially by using a Blue behind him to lift himself up like a momma cat might lift their kittens up lmao. But Yuki could just directly target herself.

She could probably be special grade with *just* that change, especially since we know she has a DE and she has RCT. But I think it's balanced (whatever that even means in jjk) for her to also be able to apply her CT to unwilling targets, like Projection Sorcery. (By the way, Projection Sorcery is busted, and we will get into it 👀). With enemy/ally targeting, I think she'd be definitively special grade.

The Kenjaku/Kaori fight could have been an absolute masterpiece with the interaction between density/mass and gravitational pull. Both have both CT and RCT, so if you expanded on Kaori's antigrav and let her set a source point for gravitational pulls (similar to Blue), or at least a direction, she could reaaaaally fuck with Yuki. And then you've got the setting with Tengen's barriers falling apart. Kaorijaku could hover/fly, Yuki could go light to jump around on them. I mean - Greg, I just wanna talk Greg open up Greg-

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk <3