#the three gnomes in the forest

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Mean Insults By Species

Human: "Hey, how's scrolling tumblr rather than improving your life going?"

Elves: "In the cycles of the moon above the dew-dropped forest, where the creek runs with silver and gold, a deer sings to the song of dreams" (your guess is as good as mine, but the one elf I said this to turned pale and ran off crying.)

Dwarves: "You look like the kind of fool who'd mistake metamorphosed limestone for metamorphosed dolostone!" (This exact phrase caused three clan-destroying wars throughout dwarven history)

Halflings: "Wow, I can't believe you spend your nights crawling into two dirty holes."

Gnomes: "You law-abiding tax returner!"

Orcs: "I've got half a mind to not beat the crap out of you right now, asshole!" (Orcs tend to enjoy fighting a lot)

Teiflings: "Your eyes barely look like limpid tears and you don't even look half related to Gerard Way!"

Dragons: "I..er..your hairstyle is...subpar and your mother is...above average weight... for her age and social class!" (Yeah, they don't get a lot of practice, what with generally responding to social difficulties with firebreath. Act offended anyway, if you know what's good for you.)

[boolger]

Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before 🌻 ch.4

Female reader x Nikolai x Price ✨ wc: 6.4K - call of duty - explicit, MDNI. Read the tags. Dead dove don’t eat.

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tags: non-consensual elements/rape, bikers AU, biker gang 141, omegaverse, dub-con, non-con touching, harassment, stalking, reader has a vagina, M/M/F threesome, threats, reader has a nickname, loss of parent, original characters, pack dynamics, alpha!John Price, Alpha!Nikolai, omega!reader, forced bonding, loss of virginity, breeding kink, piss kink, scent marking, daddy kink, stun guns, smut, rough sex, knotting, (maybe pregnancy), voyeurism, punishments, noncon spanking, p in v sex, anal sex, overstimulation, claiming barks, uh short appearance of a chopped off body part (action not described but the part will appear shortly)

A/N: Read the tags. This is were all the more intense stuff begins. If you don’t like reading non-con and dark stuff like that, stop reading this fic. I had plans of making this chapter longer, but I have decided to cut it there, because otherwise i feel like i force too much into one chapter alone lol. As always, lots of smooches to the lovely @venuskaltrip for being a bestie and dealing w my yapping

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Run.

Your sneakers crushed the flowers that the Parker pack had no doubt spent time planting last weekend - you rushed through the little garden gate that they had to the The Browns’ garden; ignoring the yells from the bikers, as you disappeared further and further in between the houses with the twisting trails and barely-there openings between houses that you could only just squeeze through.

Forcing bushes to part, ignoring whenever thorns ripped in your clothes and your skin. Accidentally breaking a potted plant or two, almost making a garden gnome fall over.

Run.

You lost them three or four gardens ago.

Shouts echoing - motorbikes being started, the sounds of the engines adding to the music of the thunderous clouds above. The footsteps behind you became less and less audible - you desperately needed to put more space in between them.

Run.

Millhaven wasn’t big enough to hide in forever, they would find you eventually even if you hid in between houses and shops, on roofs or in garden sheds - but you knew that, knew that you just had to occupy them for a short moment, make them think you stayed, while you didn’t. Hoping they would spend time looking through gardens, behind houses and between alleyways.

As you spotted the thin opening in the back of the garden, which belonged to the house with the smoking teenager, you went directly towards it. The opening was thin, right in between the stone fence and a bush, but it was there and after checking over the shoulder to make sure none of the bikers were near, you pushed yourself through it.

Run.

Away from the asphalt and gravel roads, the houses and gardens, the street lights and the light turning on in the windows; into the darkness of the night, to hide in between the shadows, inside the field.

The cornfield greeted you like an old friend, when you ran into it, the stalks and leaves hitting your jacket with soft thuds, opening up for you and closing up behind. The engines were like monsters in the dark, looking for you.

The whole town had to know now - know that something was up, that something was wrong tonight. That the roars of the sky was a warning for what to come, dark moments that had built up to this for weeks.

You ran for the forest.

When you were a child, you used to love running through the fields behind Millhaven together with your friends. Run through the wheat, the tall grass - it didn’t matter what was planted, but your favourite was corn. You could disappear into it together, like a never ending labyrinth of green and yellow, that could take hours to escape if you didn’t know how to. Together with Beatrice and the others, you would spend hours and hours out there, right until a few days before harvest. Then you would stay inside the houses or in the gardens, listening to the playground of the year disappear. When everything was done, it would be colder outside - and your little group would stay inside and watch the older kids drive across the bare fields on their ATVs.

Run.

When it was winter and the fields were all bare, it would be football fields or even better, if it snowed, all of you would spend as many bright hours of the day outside, kids across all ages meeting to make giant snow fights and create an endless amount of snowmen. Disappear into the forest behind the fields and when some adults had checked the ice, you would all ice skate on the small lake inside it.

When Carlos was a teenager, he broke his arm once when trying to do a trick, in order to impress Dennis. His parents weren’t impressed, but Dennis did draw a heart on the plaster once Carlos got back from the hospital.

Run.

Another time, during a warm summer evening swim, Beatrice had dropped an earring into the same lake - forcing everyone to dive and search for it, for several days in a row.Finn’s little sister somehow found it three years later and returned it to Bea, who still wore the earrings sometimes.

Run.

Another vivid memory that hit you, as the corn smashed into your face and body, barely able to breathe from how you were forcing your body to continue, was a late summer afternoon many years ago, when you all lost Enid in a cornfield. It felt as if all of you had spent hours yelling out her name, before finally managing to find her before it became too dark outside.

Run.

A corn stalk hit you directly in the middle of your face, making you yelp, only adding to the frustration of the pain already in your body. You wanted to sit down and cry, to hide beneath your dad’s bed, but you had to continue running - you simply had to go straight, then when you hit the first tree, turn left; deeper into the wilder nature, if you weren’t wrong, there might still be a tiny treehouse somewhere near the lake.

The thunderous rumble above you couldn’t hide the sound of an engine not too far from you - it didn’t sound like their big Harley Davidson or whatever their bikes were, but instead like the ATVs from your childhood. You found solace in knowing that it would be hell, if not impossible, to drive through the tall corn - but they could drive by the borders and —

If they didn’t catch you, you were going to die from the pain of running for too long now; your legs burned, your lungs felt like they didn’t work, your pulse was beating so hard it felt like it would burst - there were stars in your eyesight. You wanted to lay down so badly, gasp for air, maybe down three bottles of water.

You had never been a runner. Alphas didn’t physically run from problems, they met them head on.

But you’re not an alpha, are you?

You weren’t sure if it was the fright of what would happen that made your legs continue, if it was somehow courage because you refused to give up - or if it was something instinctual, your inner omega forcing you to not let yourself be taken by such alphas.

You just needed to get to the forest.

Run.

You almost let out a cry of victory when you saw the dark trees looming nearby, a lightning strike not too far away illuminating the sky for a second - dread hitting you suddenly like a lighting strike; you were barely able to stop near the edge, almost falling over face first, with how fast you stopped. Out of reflex you threw yourself onto the ground, in between the stalks and a few seconds later an ATV drove past, a flashlight lighting the corn stalks above you for a second, before it disappeared further down the road.

Looking for you. You wanted to throw up.

You pawed helplessly at your pocket for a moment, taking out your phone - new texts, unanswered calls and you quickly turned it off. Just in case. Even though Mary, Beatrice or any of the others might be trying to contact you, you didn’t trust the 141 to not be tracking you.

In a way, it was like your omega was taking over. After so many years of hiding her away in the back of your mind, she was desperately trying to save you now, forcing you to get up again, not even aware of the muddy clothes. Survive, get somewhere safe - you abandoned the safety of the cornfield, crossing the muddy borders between the field and forest, crawling under the fence. Disappearing in between two tall trees, your omega desperately trying to purr in order to get you to calm down; but you felt possessed, as if overtaken by a demon, unable to phantom the mere idea of slowing down or no longer continue to run.

They were everywhere, you were sure. It was as if all of your paranoia that had been gnawing and growing inside your body for years were coming true. It was only a matter of time, then they would get you - your life would be ruined, they would break you apart and infest your body, break your mind and force you into something you had never been allowed to be; they would take everything from you and if you didn’t attempt to escape it, you might as well had agreed.

Run.

Everything hurt.

Run.

A lightning strike hit again nearby.

Run.

You didn’t want to die.

Run.

You didn’t want them.

Run.

You didn’t want to become their omega.

Run.

The edge of the forest was filled with noise.

Run.

Who would look after Mary?

Run.

Did your dad do it out of love?

Run.

Where were you even supposed to g—

A body collided with yours from the side, a scream leaving you from the lungs that barely seemed able to work.

The forest ground was damp and cold as you hit it, the collision making pain bloom, like a bomb that exploded, sending shockwaves throughout your body. Air forced out your body, as a feral growl came from above you, like an angered god - the second you managed to take a breath, you screamed. Loudly. Hysterically.

Just like you had feared, you had been caught by your worst nightmare, his growling guttural. You trashed, trying to get away, as a hand grabbed onto the back of your jacket, angry words you didn’t understand, spilling from his lips, no, snarled like a beast, as you attempted to elbow him in the face.

”Stupid ‘mega,” Nikolai growled, attempting to put his body weight on top of you, despite how you fought beneath him; screaming and growling without stopping, refusing to stop, even if you only felt yourself be pushed further into the damp forest ground, “so wild - stop fighting—“

Your screams were loud even to yourself, your fingers in pain as you clawed at everything you could get a hold of, squirming to get free from him. The odds were against you - the alpha was bigger and stronger, but still. Why would you stop fighting for what seemed like your own survival?

Nikolai didn’t seem fond of your continual resistance - and when you managed to get one of your hands into your pocket, grabbing onto the pepper spray, an almost animalistic sound left the Russian alpha on top of you. He manhandled you so suddenly it caught you off guard, forcing you onto your back, his big hand grabbing a hold of your wrist in which you held your weapon. Nikolai snatched the metal from your hand despite your other hand clawing at his hand like mad. When he succeeded and tossed the metal can into the darkness of the forest, you screamed again, unsuccessfully attempting to hit his face - but you did manage to knee him between his legs.

A pained howl left him, his grip loosening.

You could hear the sounds of engines coming closer, drawn to the sounds of your screams. Yelling nearby, as they looked for the two of you. The thunder and lightening couldn’t even hide or help you.

You managed to push yourself slightly away, turning around to get up and on your feet.

Nikolai’s hand grabbed onto your ankle before you even got up, pulling you back and making you body slam into the ground again, the alpha snarling words you didn’t understand - you kicked his hand, another snarl leaving the man as you managed to get up, staggering onto your feet.

You didn’t even manage to get that far, his big body pulling you close again, keeping you on your legs.

“Stop fighting, Milaya.” “We will help you.” “You cannot win.” “You’re ours, little one.”

The words all melted together and you didn’t even attempt to listen to it, as he dragged you backwards, closer to the gap between the cornfield and forest edge again, one hand going around your neck, as you desperately attempted to bite and scratch him. Nikolai had taken your pepper spray, but he had seemingly forgotten about your stun gun. Too busy rumbling furiously, a guttural sound, dragging you along, despite your heels digging in and with how you tried fighting - so you somehow managed to pull the weapon from your pocket.

It was close to a practiced, almost a familiar, action now; flipping the on button and pushing down on the other button, as you pressed it against his bare skin on his hand.

An angry, throaty snarl left Nikolai, as he pulled back his hand that had been around your neck, attempting to take your weapon, but you fought this time, pressing it against him again and again - but unlike the first time, the Russian didn’t pull back nor did he let go of you.

”Gonna destroy you,” he darkly warned in between you hopelessly tasering him twice - somehow you managed to press it against his cheek, even if just for a second. You knew you would leave a mark, another stench of burnt flesh hitting you hard, mixing with the overwhelming scent of lust and anger.

It made Nikolai decide to tip you over, his heavy boots kicking your legs out from beneath you; harshly forcing you to the ground, onto your back without any mercy, settling on top of you… Your eyes widened with horror.

He was hard. You could feel his erection pressing against your stomach - when you frantically pressed the metal throngs against him once more, it wasn’t a sound from pain or annoyance that left him. But one from pleasure. The alpha on top of you moaned shamelessly, a deep throaty sound, like he was enjoying being tased. The mere fact startled you enough to allow him to grab onto your stun gun, easily pulling it out of your hand, ignoring your dull claws as you attempted to take it back.

Almost as if the claws weren’t there… as if you weren’t there, as if you weren’t a human being, not like him. Beneath him, easily overtaken, easily defeated.

Run, your inner omega screamed, but how were you supposed to? Submit. Run. Submit. Run. Nikolai was snarling above you, rutting against you, stinking of lust and power, his mere presence demanding the submission you refused to give, fighting every step of the way.

Where exactly he got the wet piece of cloth from, you didn’t know, but the moment he forced it onto the lower half of your face, you knew it wasn’t just water. The smell was intense in its own way, forcing its way into your nostrils and mouth, as you screamed and trashed beneath the bigger man. It was an nauseously sweet scent in an odd way that you almost couldn’t recognise, drops of the liquid trailing into both your nose and mouth, as he pushed it harder against you, staring down at you with a feral grin. Grinding against you, ignoring the way you trashed, the way tears spilled from your eyes, the way you coughed.

”Stop fighting, Milaya,” he cooed, the loving voice almost like venom, forcing its way into your bloodstream, making your body ignite with pain, “Don’t be silly, no?”

Every breath hurt, it burned, not only from the deep exhaustion, as the adrenaline began to disappear, but the wet cloud made you feel dizzy. Nikolai’s entire weight on your body hurt, as stones and branches dug into you from beneath, tears blurring your sight, as you helplessly pawed at him.

Ru-… Submit.

The rumble that came from him was pleased, his free hand sliding beneath your neck and with a little manoeuvring, you felt him grab onto your skin and pull; scruffing you, like a parent would a naughty pup.

”Sleep, little Sunflower,” his voice sounded tender as he almost cooed; like you were his lover having woken from a nightmare, unable to sleep afterwards and not a sobbing mess, he was trying to knock out with chloroform, “no more running.”

Submit, your inner omega screamed. Survive, your mind screamed back.

Headlights illuminated the two of you as you were found; Nikolai became a blurred silhouette above you, a godly shadow, as the last energy left your body and everything went dark.

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There was a familiar smell… blended together with something unfamiliar, yet not fully unknown. You weren't asleep, but you weren’t quite awake either.

Your head felt like it was filled with cotton… perhaps wet cotton, forced into your skull, pressed so hard together it could barely be there, your nose and mouth burning a little… Sore.

Had you escaped?

Purring. It felt slightly nice, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Was it you who were purring?

There were more noises. So many noises. People talking, boots on wooden floors. Laughter. Doors opening and closing. Fridge opening, then closing. Drawers pulled out. Somebody was walking up and down the stairs constantly. Something was boiling. The couch creaked, a familiar sound to you; you had laid in it so many times, that you could recognise it anywhere. Then… the smell of tobacco.

The sound of a groan - it took you a second to realise it was from yourself, the headache suddenly becoming harder for a moment, like somebody was forcing more wet cotton into your skull, despite the limited space.

Another groan, bordering on a whimper. Something was touching your head. Your hair was slightly wet. As you groggily opened your eyes, you saw a bit of mud in a tuft of it.

The light hurt, making you groan again and you twisted a little, unsure of where you were - then it actually hit you.

Something - no, someone was touching your hair, gently petting it. It made you freeze - and then a deep chuckle appeared, the purr stopping for a moment. Your eyes shot open once again, even if everything still were a little blurry, everything doubled for a second; the scent actually hitting you, almost warning you of who you would see, as you dared to look up.

John Price was gently petting you. Your head was resting on his lap and he looked down at you, another deep purr leaving him, messing with your head once again. He wasn’t wearing his leather jacket for once.

A coo-like sound left him and he moved his hand to gently caress your cheek for a moment. It was almost as if you couldn’t move, mind overwhelmed, too confused and the drug was still soaked into said mind.

“It’s okay, darling,”. He whispered all lovingly and tenderly at you, hand warm against your cold skin “go back to sleep, sweet flower, you can relax. We got you now.”

Perhaps it was supposed to be comforting. But it wasn’t. Not to you.

We got you now.

It was as if your body followed his command, even if it was unwillingly. As if you disappeared into the cornfield again, darkness consuming you, while you desperately pushed through the many corn stalks, faces flashing by. Your mom, dad, Nikolai, Ghost, Mary, Beatrice as a child, Soap, the female omega in your door, Dennis, Carlos with his broken arm, Lewis from the pub, the Spanish talking woman, child Enid crying, since she was scared and waiting to be found —

You blacked out again, mind disappearing into the darkness.

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“Every day?” You asked your dad, looking down at the pills in your hand. They looked harmless in your palm, like they were vitamins - perhaps allergy pills at best. A part of you wanted to refuse, but you knew it was a smart move. The Shadows, on their roaring bikes, with their odd logos and angry words, did scare you but the idea of them becoming interested in you, scared you even more.

“Yes, dear,” your dad answered, putting the last bottles into the medicine cabinet before turning around, adding “It’s for your safety.”

Safety. Your dad smelled like safety to you. Sometimes you convinced yourself that he still smelled of mom too.

You stared at the pills a little more, wondering how the fuck they were going to get rid of the faint scent of omega from your body, but at the same time, you weren’t really into science - if they worked, they worked. You finally looked up at your dad.

He held a glass of water, offering it to you with a smile on his face, though it seemed sad. You took it, popping the pills into your mouth, washing them down with the water, ignoring the slightly chemical taste it left.

”It’s only until they leave,” your dad promised, sadness in his voice despite the smile, “or you move away. Then you won’t have to take them any more.”

You doubted the shadows would just disappear out of nowhere, but one could be hopeful. A couple of years, you imagined - then they certainly had to have grown tired of Millhaven and everything would be back to normal. Just like when mom was alive.

”Yeah,” you whispered, leaning into your father’s body as he pulled you into a hug.

”I’m sorry, my little Sunflower.” His voice was nothing but a whisper and you hid your face in his shirt. Taking in his scent and wondering why he was apologising. If it was because the two of you were stuck here in Millhaven or because he made you take the pills. In theory, you could just refuse. He would let you. You knew that. Still. You were scared.

”It’s not like you can control me bein’ born as an omega,” you pointed out dryly, making your father huff. It was an attempt to make him feel better, but you didn’t know if it worked.

It wasn’t like you could control it either, yet you could hide it for others.

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Your eyelids felt too heavy to move. The headache didn’t feel as rabid as it had the first time you woke. Unable to open your eyes at first, you instead took in the noises of your house. There wasn’t much noise, but you knew you were still in your own house, as you could easily recognise the familiar scents, as well as the feeling of your couch, the fabric pressing against your cheek. Your head wasn’t resting in the lap of John Price, which was a relief.

Your mouth was dry, so you slid your tongue along your teeth a couple of times, trying to make your eyes open. You managed to, ever so slightly, the familiar yet blurry sight of the coffee table and turned off television oddly comforting despite their mundanity.

“Are you waking up, little sun?”

The voice made you groan and closed your eyes when a pair of black pants with chains on came into view - the Russian accent making a shiver of uneasiness rush through your body. For just a second you were back at the edge of the forest, wet leaves clinging to you as you pressed the stun gun against Nikolai’s skin again and again. You remembered the smell of burning flesh… the way the alpha had moaned from the pain and grinded against you.

When you opened your eyes again, you let out a loud cry; Nikolai’s face was all up in yours, a feral grin on his face, that made your instincts scream for you to run.

As if you hadn’t attempted to run already.

“Ah, da, you are - got scared i used too much,” he stated casually, as if he was telling you about the weather, “Don’t worry about anything now, little omega, most of our things have already been moved in.”

Despite the slight pain in your head and the tiredness that had sept into your bones, you quickly sat up, crawling backwards away from Nikolai, to the other end of the couch, the man merely staring like a hungry beast; sitting down on the couch, while you freaked out, crawling close to you himself.

”What the fuck are you - you’re crazy! Both of you are bloody insa—“

A hand appeared at the back of your neck and suddenly you felt yourself get scruffed like a misbehaving kid, making you wail, arms weakly pawing at the man behind you; you didn’t need to look to know who it was, because Price’s scent was intense, his fingers bearing a strong smell of tobacco as well.

”Calm down, pet,” Price said, while your body slowly went limb, his other hand pushing beneath the opening of your shirt, running his warm fingers with the cold rings along your skin, only to caress your scent gland, “We just moved the most important things in while you napped, pet. Just enough for the beginning.”

His words almost didn’t register, your eyes wide, staring at Nikolai who was still grinning, his eyes following Price’s hand touching your gland…. Your bare, exposed gland. They had taken your scent patches off. It was the first time in years that somebody touched your glands without any patches on and the feeling was weird, making a small whimper leave you.

This had to be a nightmare; an odd, terrifying nightmare. Created from your deepest fears, trauma added to make it even worse.

”I - I…” the words couldn’t escape your mouth, your body still lax because of his grip on your scruff - yet it was the overwhelming amount of things that had happened while you had been out cold that kept you from speaking; the mean sentences you were ready to speak, the comebacks to make them upset. They were all stuck, just like you were in your body right now.

The moment Price let go of you, your body sagged together for a second, before you all but scrambled to the floor, in an attempt to put some more distance between you and the alphas. Said alphas who were watching your every move with hungry yet amused expressions. Like they were waiting for a certain moment to jump you.

”I’m gonna report you,” you threatened, hands curling into fists as you crawled backwards a little, growling a little at them, “I’m not gonna let you get away with any of this!”

Nikolai’s sudden laughter was so loud and heavy that it made you flinch and growl a little more.

”Who are you gonna tell, hm?” Price asked in a mocking voice, moving in front of the couch to get closer to you, yet it was as if a demon suddenly overtook his body while he moved, face darkening, “Nobody is going to help you, Sunflower. Nobody dares.”

”You’re ours now, milaya,” Nikolai menacingly crooned from the couch.

“But don’t worry,” Price continued with no kind of comfort in his words, “You will forget everything about that when we’ve fuck you silly—“

”No - nonono,” you desperately crawled backwards, Price calmly following.

”Gonna fuck you until your scent returns,” it was a promise, it was a threat and despite him continuing you turned around and scrambled away - only to run into the arms of Nikolai who had moved from the couch without you noticing.

You screamed; filled with the fear of what they were going to do, what was going to happen, the horror they would force upon you. Nikolai pulled you close, slapping his hand over your mouth for a moment, tears falling from your eyes.

”We’re gonna fuck you until you go into heat, sweetheart,” He was smiling, all lovingly at you - and then Nikolai yanked you towards the stairs - towards upstairs, with all the bedrooms and you screamed again, Nikolai not even bothering to cover your mouth more. There was nothing loving about this, nothing romantic like books always described couplings between alphas and omegas to be like. Nikolai all but dragged you while you fought, with Price casually walking behind you, smiling with glee, like you were the most delicious thing he had ever seen.

Like this was a normal thing.

They were going to force you into heat, force you into everything you had feared.

You couldn’t stop it from happening, the fear overtaking you as Nikolai had dragged you up just two of the steps — You pissed yourself, the warmth that spread from your body only making it worse and somehow more embarrassing, making you sib and twist.

“Nik.”

Price’s voice made Nikolai stop at once, his big arm around your chest still holding you fast - a purr like sound leaving Price, as you sobbed, eyes closed.

”My my, Sunflower,” Price growled, his hand reaching out to touch your pants at your inner thigh that was darkening with the urine that spread, “pissing yourself like a scared dog, huh?”

Some of the liquid ran down your leg and dripped onto the wooden staircase as if to confirm his question. Despite your sobs, you could hear both of the men inhale deeply and sniff. Taking in the scent of your piss; you were both horrified and embarrassed at the same time.

”Fuck,” Nikolai muttered darkly, ”Body knows were in control, huh? That you are little pathetic pup, da?”

The worst thing was that you knew he was right and the thought almost paralysed you, because they were in control - the two of them were the strongest. And you wanted to scream and cry that they couldn’t do this to you, that you didn’t want your first time to be covered in piss and against your will, but you knew they weren’t going to romance you if you said so.

It wasn’t unheard of for omegas to piss themselves in intense situations when it came to dominance, but you had never felt close to that. It felt as if your body was betraying you.

Nikolai hauled you up the last few steps, almost throwing you to the wooden floor as he got up, and you let out a cry, your body tired and terrified - the last urine escaping your bladder as you sniffled. They far from sounded upset about you pissing yourself, in fact, if the lust scent filling the room was anything to go by, they were rather into it.

“Gonna fuck your piss-dripping pussy, milaya,” Nikolai warned, raising his foot to press against your soft, lower stomach, almost as if to see if he could force more piss out of you, making you close your eyes from the pain, “not gonna be nice.”

“Nasty little thing,” Price began, “It was never the pla—“

“I’VE NEVER HAD SEX,” your voice was loud, raw and desperate, and you feebly tried to hit and push away Nikolai’s foot, pressing your eyes close, “please don’t - please don’t- I’m scared- I’m - you’re being so gross, I’m - I’m —“

Beyond your cries and intense begging, none of them said anything for a moment, but you couldn’t make yourself care, continuing to beg, your voice slowly dying down, while you hit Nikolai’s foot. It finally moved.

You were taking shaking breaths when they moved, suddenly both over you, pressing you down, your eyes opening; Nikolai grabbed a hold of you, easily pushing you onto your stomach like you weighed nothing, ignoring your wail.

“Nononon—“

“Oh Sunflower,” Price’s voice was like honey, so sweet sounding that the poison you knew was beneath, even though it was barely audible, as he squatted down in front of you, “why didn’t you say so, sweetheart?”

“Fuck you, asshole- wha—“

Nikolai had taken and grip and pulled your hips up like you were a doll, forcing you onto your knees, before grinding his clothed erection against your piss soaked pants, moaning out a disgusting, “you smell so good, flower.”

The wet, still slightly warm fabric pushed against your cunt and you closed your eyes at the disgusting feeling.

”No, fuck you’re nasty, piece of—“ your anger were cut up as he trusted against you again, almost making you topple over from the sudden power, a half sob leaving you. He leant further over you while Price let out an amused laughter and to your horror, he began to open his belt buckle. Nikolai strongly distracted you by grapping a hold of one of your arms, pulling it behind your back without a care. Your scream didn’t deter him and you began sobbing loudly over the entire situation again, feeling helpless with only one arm to keep your face from being repeatedly pushed into the wooden floor.

Each thrust felt so weird, so foreign, so wrong.

At the sound of Price pulling down his fly, you forced yourself to close your eyes, too afraid of what he would do, unable to stop your sobs. There could hardly be anything sexy about you right now, tears mixing with snot, face half smashed into the floor.

You tried to block everything out without succes, tensing up a little as you heard Price shifted to kneel in front of you.

”Pretty girl,” you felt Price touched you beneath one of your eyes, making you open it for a second in confusion, following the hand and oh, fuck that was nasty - he used the hand to give him cock a couple of dry pumps. You were constantly thrusted backwards, your arm hurting from how Nikolai pulled you back. You hated how your body was reacting, how it recognised the base instinct that you were going to have sex soon, making your pussy wet. You hated how it made you mewl and how your body seemed to give up. You could hear them talk, but you tried blocking them out - could hear Nikolai mutter in Russian, feel his pace quicken; you could hear Price spit on his hand, hear him jerk off faster. It sounded slick now and your inner omega was screaming for you to submit.

Nikolai’s grunts were getting faster - then he suddenly stopped and you could hear him all but rip his pants down, before he let go of your arm, pushing your shirt up and oh…

Another sniffle left you as you heard him moan and groan, a deep rumble behind the sounds, feeling the cum landing on your lower back. Despite having both hands free, you couldn’t make yourself move, too afraid and to a certain degree, too shocked by what had just happened.

”Look at me,” Price’s voice was wavering, the slick sounds becoming faster as you refused with a little defiant shake of your head, keeping your eyes pressed closed even harder - trying not to react to his growl, even though your omega was screaming for you to submit.

Nikolai’s hands slid beneath your pants, taking a hold of your hips squeezing the fat on your sides hard, a deep growl leaving him, as a warning.

”Sunflower.” Price’s voice was darker and you hesitated for a second before you dared to open your eyes. His cock was big; sure, you hadn’t seen a lot of cocks in real life, but you had grown up with the internet. You knew how things worked and you knew for a fact that the man in front of you was thicker and longer than the average English person with a dick. You were even more horrified at the sight of his already half-swollen knot.

There was no fucking way any of that thing was going to fit into you.

With a deep moan that sent a small tingle along your spine, Price came - cum splattering over your face before you could move, making you whimper in disgust, eyes closing again.

They were touching you again. The hallway stank of piss, sweat and sex pheromones almost making you gag.

They were praising you softly, like you were a dog who had done a trick and not a person that they had just assaulted. Obnoxious alphas that believed they had the right to an omega’s body.

You felt soiled, like something that had just been used and then disregarded. But they seemed to like you like this, overwhelmed and barely moving - Nikolai continuing to rub his cum into your bare back, as Price began to do the same with the cum on your face.

“Wasn’t that bad, was it, ‘mega?” Price asked in a purr, making you dare to open your eyes again. He had put his member away, looking down on you with a loving expression, despite how his eyes were all dark, “you can be good for us, can’t you?”

You almost felt mesmerised for a second - the two big fingers that had been rubbing his spend into your skin, moving to touch your lips. He pressed against your wet lips, almost like an offering and you felt yourself open your mouth, making a deep, pleased rumble leave Price.

He pressed his fingers against your tongue, the salty, unknown taste of cum overwhelming on your tongue for a second.

Then you bit down with full force.

It would be a lie to say that you didn’t enjoy the loud scream that left the man. As he managed to rip them from your mouth and Nikolai pulled you backwards, screaming at you as well, you noticed the taste of cum had been switched with the metal-like taste of blood… making you grin.

You hadn’t managed to bite his fingers off sadly - but you had managed to break the skin and the big bad alpha, John fucking Price, was fully red in his face from the anger. Good.

The slap to your cheek was sudden and forceful, making you whimper as the world became blurry for a second - cutting off the most of your amusement.

You heard Price bark Nikolai’s name and it seemed like they had some sort of secret way of communication, since Nikolai instantly moved your body once more - and once again your upper body was thrown upon the wooden floor. This time scratching your chin, making you cry out - only for you to freak out even more as Nikolai immediately ripped your pants and underwear down beneath your cheeks, as if it was the most natural thing that came to him.

You began screaming again, instantly attempting to get away - only for Price to take a hold of your neck and after a short moment of struggling, he scruffed you.

In truth, you had rarely been scruffed - maybe twice as a kid, not even by your parents - but now you had been scruffed several times in a short timeframe, making the back of your neck sore.

Even worse… Nikolai began to spank you. Hard.

[meloodyxx]

RECAP OF SHELBY SHUBBLE LORE!! a.k.a. mel refuses to study for her physics exam (its all connected part 1.)

disclaimer: i wrote this in 3 sittings and didn't edit it at all. dont expect it to be good.

PART 1. EMPIRES SMP S1 - my ex-bully transferred to my new school?!

shrub berry arrives to the world of empires season 1 a bit later than most of the cast. how does she arrive you ask? she was chased by Xornoth-the local server demon- from her gnome paradise after it was abselutely destroyed by said demon.

she starts making her empire, containing hobbit holes and giant mushrrom homes. the citizens? her beloved wolf pack that are named after the solar system/zodiac signs and her hand-carved wood friends! and a dire wolf!

everything going great!! xornoth returns!!! everything is now catasthropic!!

xornoth haunts her in her empire as shrub tries to be tough and scary, only to fail and start confessing her sins to him.

she sees a severed wolf head inside of her house. gem comes to talk to her about. gem comes to visit with her book, containing information about the demon. she gives her a corruption containment box. shrub chucks it in her home-made mushroom fairy circle.

there is now a protector (tiny cute lil mushroom man) watching over undergrove

lizzie and joels wedding!! also xornoth is now properly revealed to everyone.

the final end battle. xornoth gets full power (ohhh no. ohhh no.) also update on undergrove, there is now a giant eye!! "oh it's crying. he's sad. therapy would've been so much eaaasier" the tentacles around undergrove are getting worse day by day. there are also red gian crystal floating up in the sky.)

shrub gets kidnapped by joey. she then escapes

shrub gets kidnapped by joey AGAIN. while in the final battle against xornoth. gem helps her escape

xornoth is finally defeated and put inside a crystal (which looks supiciously yummy- this will become relevant later on)

THE CROOOOOOOWN IS HERE!!

then, we have the start of the somehow-even-more-depressed shrub arc! she misses her people, deeply wants to belong somewhere and she starts growing closer and closer to her wolf pack, resulting her on putting on a persona called the wolf spirit.

but suddenly, it hits her. xornoth is gone and so is the corruption, this may possibly mean that her home is now free.

she steps into the portal, comes back to her home (now abandoned). excited to spread the news, she goes to fwhip to show him. they walk into the portal, and its... the reuglar nether. then, they proceed to steal the xornoth crystal from scott (who was still in his elsa arc by then and therefore could not be trusted with it.) she might or might not have tried to eat it. i will leave that up to your imaginations :D

this is where shrub starts to lowkey loose her mind, so buckle up! she meets up with gem (who was still in her anna arc) when gem asks for her help. shrub gives her a soup and gem's white streak turns RED. the xornoth crystal is also whispering to her at this point

our girl gets THE CROWNNNN from joey's scavenger hunt, yayyyy!! she orders everyone to get 5 wolves within their empire so she can keep an eye out on everyone, yayyy!! she is having nightmares and hearing whispers which leads to her giving up the crown to katherinne, not yay!! this is horrible!! she is having a terrible time!!,

what time is it? its time to go full on wolf spirit on everyone!! is what the exact thoughts that were in her mind in her last couple episodes in season 2. she ran away from everyone, took all of her wolves and started a totally normal camping trip.

shrub then found the mother wolf of another forest who has a message for her. she learns that the nether is a gateway which makes it possible for her to find all of the remaining gnomes.

after the rapture, the disaster that effected all of the empires, she takes all her wolfs, gives a final goodbye to undergrove, and goes to search for the remaining gnomes.

these were on three seperate episodes and i thought it'd be funny to include them

another thing that i think is notable to mention about this part is that cc!shelby has teased the possible continuation of shrub's storyline multiple times during these following years. although it hasn't been revealed yet, it is preasumed to give her story the closure it needed.

PART 2. EMPIRES SMP S2- a day in the life of a high school dropout

how does this connect to empires- you ask? well, empires 2 is set to be thousands of years later empires 1! (theres also other connections so just keep reading. source: trust me bro)

empires smp season 2 starts as shelby the witch, being sent to the mangrove forest by the great witches academy.

the mangrove forest is rumored to be haunted. the rumours are unfortunately true. in good news, katherine made her a witch hat! ( it is huge) she also now has a potion store.

remember that potion store? that witch better get herself an ukulele and film an apology video because that potion store caused her to accidentally break a whole dimension, causeing her to replace it. the academy is NOT happy about her recent progress, which is seen when shelby was welcomed by an expulsion letter. they banned her from being a witch. (update: the letter is now burning in lava)

she finds an " old gnome spell" which is the instructions on making the wood-people from undergrove (empires s1 reference count: 1) she also finds a sign saying "i know what you did"

she is also now hearing whispers from the mysterious fog. it has become a pattern now, her hearing things. she also now has a broom! (collecting all the witch essentials one step at a time)

there is still a ghost in evermore.

since her potions like, never ever work, she turns sausage into a zombie and starts a zombie apocalypse for a good 2 episodes (it was a whole thing)

hermits arrive!!!

cub went into the fog to investigate. he then became infected with sculk, his only objective being to spread it, no matter what. shelby used her potions on him to cure the corruption.

great witch shelby (self proclaimed) finds a gnome settlement while wandering inside the fog. there is a broken nether portal and a sign that read "we're in heres shrub. come find us" shelby then sees the flasbacks of xornoth destroying gnomeland. (empires 1 referecne count: 2)

she has a quick dip to hermitcraft, right before coming home and seeing a wanted sign, for crimes against empires. the reward is 100.000.000 whatever the currency is

our girl is now wanted!! not by katherine, unfortunately

another academy letter. summary: bitch you can't gaslight yourself into being a witch. we sent phantoms to find you. you better surrender before they do.

we now see the start of the sculk arc!! shelby has skulk slowly taking over her from this point on. (she is "it's fine"ing herself through it. this is a common narrative among the empires members, they are all delusional.)

jimmy, after seeing the wanted signs and the sculk comes to investigate. shelby murders him.

she notices a blood trail in evermoore.

guess who's back. back again? bradwurst's back, tell a friend. (empires s1 references: 3)

guess who said the quote: "you look a lot like a little gnome i met before" do you have your guesses in? yes? ding ding dingg, you're right its bradwurst. (empires s1 references: 4)

THE CROOOOOOWWNN is back!! (empires s1 reference: 5)

she is very sculked up at this point. close to cub level. things are NOT looking great for her. she goes to bradwurst (evil sausage) for help and he wants her to go intp the sculk pit.

then the lesbians start fighting because shelby is mad at katherine for not finding a cure for katherine's curse and shelby's corruption. maybe she was just mad at herself, maybe it was the sculk talking. we'll never know... "so maybe this is just who i am now. you can't help me. maybe figure out your own problems" LOVE LOSES!!

oli visits shelby and tries to play a song to her right at the center of the old gnome settlement, standing on a sculk catalyst. shelby murders him and the sculk begins to spread *insert badass shot of shelby, now fully sculk* "huh, so that's what it feels like to be empty"

undergrove is more haunted, corrupted and sculked than before. shelby is STILL hearing noises from the fog.

our great sculky witch then enters a cleansing mode where she burns all of the haunting evidence and cleaning up the sculk from the old gnome settlement spoiler: it does not work.

the voices are still as loud as ever, and shelby is one step closer to going full-on evil shelby on everyone. she insists on "not being crazy" as she tries to murder oli again. sausage then saves the day with his empires s1 paralels and uses his wand on her to knock her dead.

problem: shelby is not waking up. soluiton: sausage gets lizzie to help and she uses her nekomancy on shelby.

shelby wakes up in an ancient city and a warden comes at her. she is transported into a fully white room.

sausage then comes to the said white room and shares his experiences about his own corruption and how he got rid of it. "let's get out of here and go get some therapy!"

she now has white hair!! (this will be relevant later) she also apologizes to oli.

then it's one of the most iconic scenes of all of empires: shelby goes to apologise to katherine. "maybe we could get coffee sometime?" "yeah!" (if i am remembering this correctly, cc!shelby said that they really enjoyed that coffee together)

she then gets a letter from her friend from the academy, saying that since the principal turned out to be evil, everyone's records are wiped clean. this means she can return to the academy!

she goes to god joel to learn about lightining magic.

BOOM!! 10 YEARS LATER: storm witch shelby has got a new letter in her mailbox.

PART 2.5 WITCHCRAFT- is white hair still hip and cool?

we pick up right were we left out were we find out what the letter means. the letter is from the supreme witch, inviting her to be a part of a competition where 8 witces battle it out to become the new supreme witch.

the challenges go by as storm witch is getting more and more powerful. "wow, i cant believe how strong ive gotten. this is everything ive ever wanted. i wonder what she'll think of be once i go back home. i'll be so different! what if i change too much? what if i win? i'm not cut out for this, i did awful in school! no no no no no. i need to do this. i have something to prove..."

the "she" does not have a confirmed identity sccording to cc!shelby, but us nature wives people love to think of her as katherine.

storm witch shelby achieved second place in the competition, loosing to scott.

she then goes back home. "it's good to be home. oh- oops. hey, sorry 'bout the rain! i'm home!"

AAAAAAND DONE. i'm planning to do more of these recaps for ccs who have characters and/or lore spanning multiple series. i've decided to start with shelby since her lore isn't that crazy when it comes to the multiversal aspect.

anways, i really enjoyed making this and i hope you enjoyed reading it!

[we-stan-the-stans-27]

Bigfoot

So, we don't really know everything Ford was up to during his time in Gravity Falls. We, the viewers, get to see the Disney, kid-friendly version, but that can't be the full truth. Hence, they don't give us everything.

It's left up to interpretation. My favorite.

We've all seen Stanley's Bigfoot attraction, right? This one.

Personally, I've convinced myself that this is the real bigfoot.

Think about it. Ford was alone, collecting all kinds of specimens for studying! We see a Giants ear, for example. (We know giants exist in some form, because of Steve who eats cars)

How about the Fijji Mermaid Skeleton? (Ford literally dated a siren or mermaid, I can't remember which. And That's not mentioning Mermando!)

Technically, all of these could be fake. We see lots of fake exhibits throughout the shack, which obviously are. Such as the Rock that looks like a face. (It's literally a carved rock. That's the whole attraction, and he sells it beautifully)

Or the thigh-clops. (He is literally gluing the eye on, I CAN SEE YOU STANLEY)

But I don't think those ones are.

The point of this post is this: Stanford Pines is just crazy enough to have captured, killed, and stuffed the real bigfoot.

(Normal people would take just the feet, but no. People won't believe you unless you have the whole corpse)

At least half of the shack's success is built on Ford being literally insane and killing and hoarding specimens of rare species only found in the local ecosystem. Stanley looked at them and said, 'Huh, that's weird, I guess. But I can sell this!' while rubbing his hands together.

AND THEN he made it even more ridiculous with his own stuff, adding his own special touches!!! Like the underwear, because people don't believe it if its too real!!!

(Edit: I just realized. Ford probably kept Bigfoot junk. That's why he wears underwear because Stanley can't put whatever the hell kind of sexual organs a giant ape-man has on display at a tourist trap for kids. Oh my fucking God. Ford you sick bastard. )

I have no idea if anyone else has made this connection, but the fact that Ford made several animals extinct before ever being pushed through the portal is so funny to me.

Like, imagine Ford slinking through the forest of Gravity Falls with his stupid crossbow hunting Bigfoot, the last Dodo Bird on Earth, and hell- I bet he is the one who killed the gnome queen! I said it, that's why they've spent the last three decades looking for a new one!?

We never see any sort of taxidermied gnome, of course, but I bet its somewhere hidden away in the basement. It looks too human to put on display or Stanley is helping cover up Ford's crimes by not airing his worst secret.

Because let's be serious, if Ford killed their queen that explains why we never see any kid gnomes. All the ones still alive are from thirty years ago, having barely ages because of magic. It's kind of like the smurfs I'm guessing with one women a generation.

And Ford basically doomed them to extinction, eventually.

That's-

Stanford Pines is insane. (Look at his dumb face)

BRB, about to go destroy the local wildlife real fast!?!? Be serious people, he would.

-Okay Bye, I'm done rambling.

[superkirbylover]

FINALLY!!! the VERY final refs for the ponified cast of pizza tower. everypony has the same name except for pizzahead, who's called pizzahoof. pizzahoof was also designed by @c0met-dr01d!! go check them out :]

under the cut is me rambling about their cutiemarks (or lack thereof) and other design choices

gustavo's cutiemark is a pizza with three mushroom toppings, because he's a chef, and earlier in pizza tower development, he was a gnome! this isn't the case anymore though, but i still like to think he is. that, and i just associate him with gnome forest, so it felt fitting. plus, i suppose it adds to the mario comparisons lmao

peppino's cutiemark is a pepperoni pizza alongside a pizzacutter. i know people are raising eyebrows at the pepperoni, but my excuse is... uhh, they're not actually pepperoni. it's like, some vegetarian alternative. probably made of flowers or some shit. the pizza is obvious, he's a chef and he cooka-da-pizza. the pizza cutter isn't just to hammer that in, but it's also a callback to the various times throughout pizza tower development where he used to have a pizza cutter buzz-saw! especially in pizza massacre

noise's cutiemark is a bomb with its fuse lit, because it represents his explosive personality and he often uses bombs. dude is wacky, unpredictable and can be a feral fucking thing. also something about acting, being a mascot or being in the showbiz somewhere in the mix. he has a tail, but it's just... in his suit. he's a dumbass

noisette's cutiemark is a ruby chocolate bar. she runs a cafe, and while she presumably has Really Weird Taste, i figured it would be a really cute fit for her. it's sweet, just like her! and pink. just like her!

fake peppino deliberately does not have a cutiemark. it's to add to the sense of "failed clone," where many aspects of peppino have been successfully recreated (body type, hair color, coat color, outfit, facial hair) but other small things have been muddled or changed by mistake (height, eyes not staying in their sockets, hair being more smooth looking, face shape). not to mention, he's made of dough, like his original clone counterpart. in the show, it's established that only ponies can have cutiemarks. while he looks like a pony, who's to say he really is one?

stick's cutiemark is that television hud you see when you have enough money to buy a boss gate in pizza tower. i chose this cause on top of being a tv, a reoccurring object throughout the game, it also has some modifications to make it more... stick-y. it has his hat and a propeller coming from the top, and if you know stick, that man likes to make shit, specifically to sell and make money. that's also why there's a money sign in the tv. stick has a tail stub but i never really draw it myself. he's completely bald. mind you, he still has his coat, but no mane, no tail. zilch. he's a bald motherfucker. also stick's magic color is green

pizzahoof also does not have a cutiemark. he's a fucking cheese pony, why would he need one? dude just exists to be silly and whimsical. giving him one i feel would go against his character of just being clownish, doing what he wants when he wants, regardless if it means others suffer because of him or not. also, he's MADE of CHEESE!!!

[fromthemouthofkings]

My father was three gnomes in a trench coat. One of them was always shouting, “Read the Summa Theologica!” One of them liked to make a banjo out of a dried mushroom cap and play it, and one, I think, was asleep. (The middle one was the one that was asleep. He had a little sword strapped to his side, about the size of a letter opener. I think he was supposed to do something with it, but I never learned what.)

It was very difficult, having three gnomes in a trench coat for a father. For one, my mom hated gnomes. Just the sight of one would send her into a terrified rage. If she caught one in the house, she would take her broom and beat him into a bloody pulp, and then set the dog loose to clean up the mess—unless of course the gnome was fast enough to scurry out of the way of her broom.

So my dad had to be very, very careful not to let her catch him being three gnomes. He would tiptoe across the house, very sneaky-like, and quietly close the door to his office. Then, I would hear the sounds of soft banjo music echo through the house. Some of my favorite memories are from when I would slip through his office door and sit down on the floor, hugging my knees. Then the bottom gnome (he was the banjo gnome. I didn’t get to see him very often, because he was usually busy being the legs) would take out his little mushroom-cap instrument and play for me. It wasn’t like any music that I’ve heard anywhere else, before or since. The bottom gnome wasn’t big on talking, but one time, I asked him what the music was, and he called it a lullabye. Years later, he slipped me a few bills under the corner of his trench coat so I could go and buy a banjo of my very own, but try as I might, I could never get it to sound right. Some kind of gnome magic, probably.

The gnome that I had to deal with the most was the top gnome, though. He had a lot of ideas about what everyone else should do. (That’s why he was the gnome on top.) He would hide in his office mostly, but when he came out for meals, he would talk on and on about God and gay people and degenerates and hell. I don’t know if he believed it, really. I think he just liked to hear himself talk, liked to play-act at being a family man.

My mom hated and was afraid of him, too. She was always saying things like, “Don’t upset your father!” which was silly, because he was secretly three gnomes in a trench coat. But I couldn’t exactly tell her that. She would run herself in circles, trying to clean up the house and make it look nice for him, though I don’t think he ever once noticed, or would have cared if he did. Gnomes are from the forest, you know. In the wild, they sleep on dirt and leaves.

But my mom didn’t know that, and so if she saw a single spec of dirt on me or my brother’s clothes, she would fly off the handle, yelling at us to clean up, because what would our father think? I tried time and time again to explain to her that I didn’t really think he would care, but since I couldn’t exactly say that he was three gnomes, I didn’t get very far.

One time, I wanted to really rattle him, so I told him I was gay. (I am gay, but that wasn’t really the point.) He started hopping up and down on the middle gnome’s head, swearing and shouting and telling me that I would never see the coming of Christ’s glory. The bottom gnome cracked open the trench coat to peer out at me, shaking his head in disappointment. Gay people can’t be brought into the magical gnome kingdom, he told me. I don’t know why.

The last meal I had with him was supper. My mom had made spaghetti, with meatballs and parmesan cheese. Now, as you can imagine, this was a difficult and complicated kind of meal to eat, if you were secretly three gnomes. They had to keep on rolling up forkfuls of spaghetti and sauce-splattered meatballs and passing them down their coat. One of the meatballs slipped and got loose, and the gnome on top dove for it and overbalanced. He fell, and all three gnomes came tumbling out.

They lay, wriggling, on the kitchen floor beside the empty trench coat, and that was when my mother started to scream. The dog barked. My brother yelled out in surprise (he didn’t know about the gnomes), and we all watched as the gnomes all picked themselves up off the ground and went scampering off. Before my mom even had the chance to pick up her broom, they had run all the way out the door and vanished into the trees. All he left behind was the trench coat, and one mushroom-cap banjo tucked inside.

I miss him, sometimes. Especially the banjo gnome. I picked up his little banjo and tried to play it, but my fingers were too big.

Sometimes I feel a calling, like a prickling in my feet or the sound of soft banjo music in the air. I feel like I’d like to run off after him, barefoot into the trees.

But gay people can’t get into the magical gnome kingdom. So I guess I’m just stuck here, outside.

[griefabyss69]

Paths and Angles

Written for @steddiemicrofic!

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'NEW' wc: 517 | rated: T | cw: None

When Eddie's stuck inside for a week, he gets bored, and when he gets bored, he gets creative. It's too bad he creates with his dick and his heart, not with his intentions. Maybe the 100th fresh start will turn out differently?

Eddie sets up a fresh canvas, but it doesn't really matter, so he opens up a new sketchbook—or grabs a sheet of lined paper—no, he tries a xeroxed copy of an empty character sheet.

Paint, ink, graphite, charcoal, coffee, an accidental glob of spit, it all fits together, becoming a repetition of a single fucking subject.

Steve's body—or his thoughts, or his feelings, or Eddie's feelings, about Steve. Even the gnome he rolls stats for ends up with high charisma, good hair, and a bat to bludgeon shit with.

Eddie's got to be going through a winter of his creative spirit, if winter was a lust fueled week where he was basically held prisoner inside his room so he could "rest", because he tore his stitches again.

Rest!

In these circumstances! Every melody he picks out on the ol' Dragon Slayer is borrowed straight from Steve's mouth!

There is a solid twenty minutes where Eddie thinks he's finally got something—new material, not the trampled path he's been beating down—except during the twenty-first minute he realizes he's strumming the familiar cadence of Steve's footsteps, and he wants to beat himself down.

Right in the face. With the acoustic.

It's cruel to leave him like this. Rest doesn't involve a chafed dick and permanent dents in his lip from biting it so much.

He rubs paint off of the side of his finger—blue, because Steve's all browns and tans and caramels, Eddie had thought he was safe with blue—while he stares into the distance.

"Maybe sculpting," he mutters, trying to remember where he put the package of air dry clay he bought like three years ago. Art supplies, man. You buy them and forget about them.

He doesn't find the clay, but he sneaks out while Wayne's at work and finds a nice healthy stick to try to whittle into like, a wooden knife or something.

It goes well at first. He's sitting outside on the deck, listening to the buzz of everyone's porch lanterns, the buzz of the shitty streetlights, the buzz of the teeny tiny wildlife in Forest Hill's most least brown grass. He's enjoying the air, the slight violence of his creative activity, and the surety that he can't just stumble his way into whittling like, Steve's eyes.

Except there's only so many things shaped like a long stick on a person and what he has does not resemble an arm or a leg. He stares at the uncarved base of the stick—rounded, wider than the rest—and realizes they look like balls.

Sure, he hasn't seen Steve's dick and only knows he's circumcised from rumors, but what was supposed to be the handle of a sick dagger doesn't look ornate, but human phallus instead.

At least it's small, so when he feels weird about hucking it somewhere for someone's dog to find and prance around with between its teeth, he can easily hide it in his room and pretend it's literally just… a carved wooden penis.

Yeah, he'd have something like that, and he couldn't possibly have modeled it after Steve.

There.

Finally.

A new subject.

[allisas]

The Sims 4 Enchanted by Nature Expansion Pack

Live surrounded by the magic of nature in The Sims 4 Enchanted by Nature Expansion Pack. Embrace a free-spirited lifestyle where you Forage and sleep under the stars or bring nature’s gifts inside with versatile gardening pots. A charming world is waiting where you can craft Elixirs, cure Ailments, meet Mother Nature herself, and even become a Fairy!

LIFE AMONG THE TREES Step outside and make yourself at home in nature. With the Natural Living Skill, Sims can meet their needs outdoors without beds or plumbing! The natural world has a lot to offer, and Sims can Forage to uncover what’s hidden. Find everything from crystals to frogs to food! This way of life is perfect for Sims with the new Nature Nomad Aspiration. Sims can even bring the great outdoors inside with new pots for gardening on tables, counters, shelves, and more. The three new traits – Plant Lover, Mystical, and Disruptive – play a role in how Sims relate to their world.

THE FAIREST FOLK Do you feel nature’s mystical pull? Embark on a special journey and become a Fairy! Fairies can develop abilities that let them nurture plants, change the moods of others, and a whole lot more. The new Fairy Stories Aspiration will have you choosing between Harmonious and Discordant Fairy paths! Create Fairy Sims with wondrous wings and make them unique by painting! Plus, add whimsical accessories, glowing tattoos, and more. Non-Fairy Sims can also have magical fun by using Fairy Dust to enchant plants, bring Gnomes to life, and more.

A BALANCED LIFESTYLE Prolonged negative emotions cause imbalance, and imbalance can lead to Ailments with strange effects. They aren’t always bad (maybe you like lots of Gnomes at your house!), but if you want a Cure, you can turn to the new Apothecary Table and hone your Apothecary Skill. There’s a Cure for every one of the 8 Ailments, plus 14 more recipes with other fantastical effects. Sims who enjoy the Apothecary skill can become Naturopaths, a new 10 level career where you can cure Sims at home. They may also take on the Elixir Enthusiast Aspiration. Make sure to watch your Luck, which affects everything from cooking well to developing Ailments.

A LAND OF ENCHANTMENTS Innisgreen is a beautifully lush, green world where Sims live in harmony with nature. There are three neighborhoods: a quiet waterfront town called Coast of Adhmor where they’re all about Gnomes, Sprucederry Grove where nature and civilization blend together, and the magical forest of Everdew. From meeting Mother Nature and starting your journey towards fairydom to using the Glaswood Tree statue to summon Spruce Almighty, spectacular adventures are waiting!

The Sims 4 Enchanted by Nature is available on July 10th, 2025, on all platforms!

[lemontarto]

i know you said you shan’t but truly if you ever wanna i would love to hear abt ur pyro!fitz ideas because… 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀…

1 thing abt me I AM EASILY PEER PRESSURED...

once again... hi cas @everyonehasthoughts <3

the thing abt pyro fitz is like its an au within an au with an au. two levels of hell but also kind of three.

level 1 - the one where he manifests during alden's mind break and hides it until fintans mind healing. more on that below

level 2 - mentor gethen spinoff where gethen triggers his pyrokinesis and umm. mansplain manipulate not so much malewife (unless you count elwin???)

LEVEL 1:

smthng smthgn luzia vacker voting to ban pyrokinesis/ most vackers intentionally inhibition of manifestation to the point where the ability is extremely dormant

fitz manifests during aldens mindbreak when theres a lot of emotional turmoil. he cannot expose this Especially as a Vacker lest he be put under more pressure

then comes fintan's mind healing and the everblaze. fitz tries to control it (but is clearly inexperienced) and fintan realizes this, cant resist a young pyrokinetic, scoops him off.

fitz is presumed dead

(also time to mention that he sustained scars from the destruction of oblivimyre. they're shaped like tears)

fitz is not brought to the neverseen. fintan at least realizes he would never agree under those circumstances, so he is isolated.

fintan convinces fitz he is too dangerous and everyone will hate him if he goes back, makes him think HE triggered the everblaze

somewhere along the way the song twins come across him, befriend him, and convince him to escape. linh parallels with atlantis and hydrokinesis etc. soray marella....

then neverseen exillium era where he's reunited with the rest of the keeper crew!!!!! however he hides his identity with a mask. tam tells them its cuz of his scars (which isn't that far off but its more related to the fact that he's scared of how they'll react).

also note fitz does not attend exillium during this time but helps the twins look over their camp. (this probably gives him more insight into the gnome issue later but i just thought of this implication now whoopsies !!)

thats the extent of this au actually. uhhh he comes back to elvin society 4ever changed amen yayy

LEVEL 2:

again w the extremely suppressed pyrokinesis

gethen triggers it when he senses fitzs potential while reading his mind during the troll baby hive confrontation. none of those words were in english

the main thing he notices is how hot it is & how similar it is to fintan n brants minds

also note that in terms of keefe's weird ability detecting shit(whichhh is later but if this were the scenario) he would not register this as pyrokinesis. like with the telepath emotional center with all the feelings correlated with certain colors and sensations -> keefe is like. bro why are you so pissed . fitz is like wtf are u talking abt

also something something how forkle triggers sophies abilities. tho gethen may not possess as much prowess as the forkman so he has other... unconventional methods

(he is not exempt from arson just bc he is not a pyrokinetic. in fact i think he would be even more inclined to set a forest on fire)

with this strategy gethens all "ur the only one who can save them (gnomes??/ trees??). or it or whatever" and fitz says 'HOW?!?!?! theres no water no floof dust or wtv etc etc' and gethen watches until fitzs instincts kick in

this leaves fitz very vulnerable to gethen. sorry we cannot stop giving him bad mentors its like the anakin palpatine curse

fast forward to some standoff and theres flames nearby that get larger as fitz gets angrier (most likely due to alvar....)

sophie calls marella to make her stop it and shes like wdym that aint me and i cant stop it and then it becomes clear that they're behaving according to fitz's feelings. but they wont address that will they

gethen taunting fitz YIPPE

laterr marella goes to fintan in his stupid ice cage and demands he tell her how to control other pyrokinetics' flames, in which he realises theres Another one

goes 'you sly dog gethen youu'

gethen who feeds the fire in fitz via emotional center (either transmitting crazy ideas as he does orrr triggering memories)

and then on the offshore there's grady and something abt a sophitz/jolie brant parallel. he warns fitz about his potential , yada yada yada. The end ish ! thanks for reading dont forget to like & subscribe 🤩🤩

[golubichkalive]

yes, I decided to write posts about all the characters, with all the facts and information

Peppino the centaur, who has his own pizzeria, runs fast enough, even faster than any transport, so delivery is fast with him. because of his military background, he does not trust other people, and does not let anyone sit on him except Gustavo, because he is his best friend and trusts him

Gustavo and Brick are a forest gnome and his friend the rat, Brick is very fluffy and smart, smarter than the original. they both live in the forest with other gnomes, and Gustavo bakes very tasty pies, you can lick your fingers

Mr. Stick is a dragon man breathing fire and guarding his gold, the most greedy of the existing dragons, and besides, an evil bun.

Pepperman is a faun who, in addition to drawing, also plays the flute, and if you believe the legends, he, like all fauns, can appear in dreams and predict the future

Vigilante is something like a gorgon, only his gaze does not turn to stone, and his snakes have names, namely Kyle, Jeri and Ruber, and they help Vigi in battle by spitting poisonous clots

Noise and Noisette are harpies, Noise is one of the most dexterous harpies and number 1 in flights, however, due to the fact that his feathers bring good luck, children used him in childhood to get feathers, since you can't pull out feathers on purpose, otherwise luck will disappear, and Noisette is the only one who decided to support and protect Noise from these misfortune, that's how they met

Fake is the same centaur as Peppino, only thin and long-legged, I have nothing to tell you about him, he's just a cute

Jerome is a gargoyle who is in the tower, and just works as a cleaner, maybe he is a little clumsy because of the horns, wings and tail, but he is quite nimble and can even keep up with Peppino, who rushes at the speed of a fast car, or maybe even faster than toppina's car

fairy mushroom, gorgon cheese, armadillo tomato, sausage the dragon and the pineapple lizard, they're just all little mythical creatures, the mushroom can fly, the tomato curls up into a ball, the sausage can breathe fire, and the pineapple can stand on its tail

Pizzaface is a three-headed dragon, it looks like an ordinary dragon, but in fact a robot, each of the three heads can spew fire, and the three of them simultaneously get super fire, and even at the last battle all three heads laugh at the same time, their triple laughter can knock you down

Pizzahead naga, the most terrible predator of all who are in the tower, everyone is afraid of him, but in winter you should not be afraid of him, because he hibernates, like all snakes, but in summer, he is the most dangerous, he can eat anyone and anything without pity

[kachikirby]

SD Gundam Gaiden NEO: The Forbidden Magic - The Cursed Gund-Graph Notes

The original write up of the story for this arc is by earthofhomozu on Instagram. I just translated them and adapted it into English. The card artwork also comes from their posts.

Complete Card Art in High Quality can be found here.

The previous arc is over here, so read that before reading this.

This summary will be long so I'm putting it under a cut.

The Benerit Nation, a powerful country headed by the Benerit Clan once saw the Dragon Village in a certain forest as dangerous, destroyed it, expanded its state in the "WilderLance", and reigned supreme, was about to destroy the forest where the surviving children of the Dragon Village lived.

However, the Benerit Clan was not prepared for the appearance of Magic Knight Gundam Aerial, a wandering drifter and wielder of the magic sword Escutcheon, who would not tolerate any of their savagery!

Aerial was a member of the Gundam Clan like Knight Gundam Lfrith, the hero who once fell with the Dragon Village and stood up together with Mage Suletta, a fairy who lived in the forest, to protect the people of the Dragon Village.

The three families of the Benerit Nation vied for the credit and were defeated by Aerial. Noble knight Gundam Pharact, who was secretly implanted with a Gund Gem, was transformed into Monster Pharact Dragon due to an outburst of magical power!

Aerial defeated Pharact Dragon with the help of the spirits summoned by the mysterious Summoner Prospera. However, the survivors of the dragon village in the forest became known to the Benerit Clan…. And two “Magic Knight” Gundams, who did not belong anywhere, were also aiming for the forest.

Aerial was a traveling knight, but after interacting with the children of the forest, where the survivors of the dragon village lived, they decided to repay them by fighting the Benerit Clan again to protect them and the forest.

The Gund Gem on Aerial's forehead can produce magic power attributed to the spirits which it has contracted with, and if it contracts with a stronger spirit, the magic power it produces will reach the realm of the mystical! But why did a traveler like Aerial have a Gund Gem, the treasure from the Dragon Village?

Aerial is able to use a new magic sword through a contract with Dryad Echo, a spirit of the forest, and Ore Gnome, a spirit of earth, which were both summoned by Prospera, a summoner who exceled in magic power. Despite this, she was still surrounded by many mysteries.

Aerial's Magic Sword Escutcheon was now stronger, but the additional contracts consumed more magic power. The problem was that the consumption can be reduced with Gund Gems. Because of its power, the Benerit Clan desired the Gund Gem even though they considered it dangerous.

Aerial had renewed their determination, but there was one problem. The noble knight they defeated in the previous chapter had been following them around, begging to become their apprentice.

In the previous chapter, Noble Knight Darilbalde aka Noble Knight Dilanza and his partner, Noble Knight Guel, were reported missing by the Benerit Clan's main army after being defeated by Magic Knight Gundam Aerial.

However, after being defeated by Aerial and marveling at their strength and swordsmanship, Darilbalde became so enamored with magic that he betrayed the Benerit Clan and volunteered to become Aerial's apprentice!

He was so determined that even Aerial was overcome by his insistence. However, since he did not have a Gund Gem, he asked Nika, the blacksmith, to make him a magic sword.

Darilbalde's magic sword had the ability to fly and strengthen its power, but unlike Aerial's Magic Sword Escutcheon, it did not contain the power of a spirit. Furthermore, training was essential to control it by imbuing it with magical power through alchemical magic.

Darilbalde learned basic alchemy magic from Aerial and through daily practice, he grew to be able to control the three prototype magic swords. In order to repay the children of the village for their kindness, he reformed himself, changed his name, and became an official member of the Aerial's group in order to protect the village!

Mage Suletta, who lived in the forest and was entrusted by Summoner Prospera to protect Priestess Miorine, had renewed her determination to stand up to the Benerit Clan. She was a hard worker who was not as good as Aerial, but was still an excellent mage.

Since she and Aerial fought the Benerit tribe with great bravery in the previous chapter, she was officially recognized as the escort of Priestess Miorine, and Miorine gave her clothes containing the power of her prayers, giving her a makeover.

This clothing also allowed her to speak with the enigmatic Spirit Erichts that Summoner Prospera has contracted with. Also, like Darilbalde, she continued to train in magic with Aerial in order to become more powerful.

Meanwhile, the Benerit clan's three families were competing for the Gund Gem, and the balance of power within the clan was on the verge of collapse!

Knight Aerial, Knight Darilbalde, and Mage Suletta's combined efforts to train and protect the children of the village have made Miorine more aware of her role as a priestess of the village.

As a priestess, she has become the representative of the village, and while protecting the village, she has become active in giving permission to those who have reformed and seek to join the village, such as Darilbalde, and in instructing them to develop equipment and prepare for battle in order to improve the defenses for the protection of the village.

Also, as before, she would continue to take care of the fields, especially the tomatoes. She has been busy taking care of and interacting with the “Priestess Dragon,” which she had kept hidden from everyone in the village in previous chapters.

The dragon child communicated only with Miorine, and was so much more of a secret to Miorine than the Gund Gem. What was the true identity of the child dragon?

And besides Miorine, the only other people who know of the existence of the dragon are Summoner Prospera and, surprisingly, Shaddiq of the Grassley family!

Meanwhile, one of the defenders of the village, Hunter Chuchu, struggled to keep up with the others!

Equipped with newly created armor by blacksmith Nika, she has grown so much through training with her mentor, Warrior Demi Trainer, that she is a match for an ordinary MS Clan member.

She has also learned to make calm judgments by borrowing Warrior Demi Trainer's beloved dog and following him when necessary, while still maintaining her passionate spirit and growing as a hunter.

The relationship between the three families within the Benerit Clan has worsened, and they are not strong enough to invade the village of dragons again, even though the villagers are not ready to fight.

Noble Knight Guel, who managed to survive his defeat by Aerial in the previous chapter, was surprised by Darilbalde's reformation and Aerial's strength, and he himself had infiltrated the Dragon Village under the name “Bob” by disguising his identity.

At first, he was surprised by the strength of the Aerial's magic and intended to learn their secret, but as he lived in the village, he changed his mind.

The wonderful alchemical magic he saw in the village, which was used for protection, and the atmosphere of kindness among the village people he met in the cafeteria, regardless of their status, made him wonder why the Benerit Clan was trying to destroy the village.

The children of the village were also preparing for the Benerit Clan to attack again.

Soon, the Benerit Clan had once again begun their invasion of the Dragon Village. However, the competition among the three families for the Gund Gems was surely leading the Benelit tribe to an internal collapse.

While Noble Knight Guel (Bob) was questioning the invasion of the Dragon Village, the next head of the Peil family, Noble Knight Elan, was discouraged by the way his family was doing things.

This was because Noble Knight Gundam Pharact, which should have been defeated by Magic Knight Aerial in the previous chapter after becoming a monster due to an incomplete Gund Gem causing him to go berserk, appeared before Elan!

In fact, this Pharact was a refined individual and duplicate of the original Pharact that the Peil family had created by studying the magical technology of the Dragon's Village! His appearance under his cloak was shrouded in mystery.

The unexpected reunion with Pharact made Noble Knight Elan disappointed with the Peil family's way of doing things. He also remembered Mage Suletta, who he had met in the previous chapter.

Elan and Guel are troubled. However, Shaddiq's ambition is only getting stronger..!

Warrior Demi Trainer is one of the few adults in the village who not only served as a mentor to Hunter Chuchu but also trained her in preparation for the next invasion of the Benelit Clan into the Dragon Village!

He foresaw a rematch with Noble Knight Michaelis, whom he confronted in the previous chapter, and was training himself for battle, like Aerial's group, in order to defeat him.

Recently, Nika had been asked by Darilbalde to help him, and the hardworking blacksmith made a prototype of a magic sword that did not require spirits or strong magic power with her advanced smithing and refining skills, based on the technology of Aerial's magic sword.

Blacksmith Till, who works with Nika, was a taciturn child who demonstrated his dexterity through his work. Even though he was a blacksmith, he was also in charge of cooking in the cafeteria and does this by doing things such as preparing fish. Perhaps because of his skill with blades, he was in charge of finishing Nika's magic sword.

Still other children of the dragon village were each preparing for the return of the Benerit Clan!

As the Benerit Clan's army was about to invade the Dragon Village once again, the people of the village were also on the move.

Two people run a tool shop in the village, Toolmaker Cecelia and Toolmaker Rouji. They seemed to be struggling with their inventory of various tools they had received so far, so they generously provided assistance to Aerial against the attack of the Benerit Clan.

On the other hand, Toolkeeper Rouji was familiar with the history of the old dragon village that was once destroyed because he kept the records of the previous dragon village, but he does not seem to know why the traveler Aerial was equipped with a Gund Gem.

Hunter Felsi,” a hunter like Hunter Chuchu, was preparing for a new attack from the Benerit Clan and was ready to fight. Accompanying Felsiin the forest is Petra, the pharmacist.

Petra was able to gather and use usable medicinal herbs, and was personable and kind to the newly reformed Darilbalde and the mysterious Bob (Guel). She supports her new village friends.

The Benerit Clan had once again started to move their forces to attack the dragon village, but the deteriorating relationship between the three families has become even more muddled, and their positions were falling apart.

However, neither of them knew that a mysterious army, neither from the Benerit clan nor from the Dragon Village, would appear…!

The Benerit clan, who viewed the Gund Gems as dangerous and wanted its power, marched into the Dragon Village with a force led by Headman Vim, the martial leader of the Jeturk family.

However, the balance of power among the three families was no longer in balance within the Benerit clan, and the real leader of the Benerit Clan was Noble Knight Michaelis of the Grassley family. The Grassley family supported Shaddiq with Michaelis and Soldier Beguir-Pente at the helm.

Noble Knight Michaelis and Warrior Demi Trainer clash because of their history from the previous chapter, but Michaelis' mission was actually a diversion, and he was fighting on the front lines for Shaddiq's plan to investigate the legends of WilderLance.

Aerial and co were fighting without knowing it was a diversion, but with the magic and power that each of them had accumulated through their training, the Benerit Clan was no longer an enemy.

Just when it looked as if Aerial and other villagers would be victorious, two Gundam Clan members appeared! They were Magic Knights like Aerial.

One of the knights, Magic Knight Gundam Lfrith Ur, attacked first. It seemed that they are aiming at Aerial, but to everyone's surprise, he had a Gund Gem on his forehead!

This Gund Gem was not a concoction of the Peil family, but a genuine Gund Gem. Furthermore, while the Gund-Graph that caused Pharact to go out of control in the previous chapter appeared, it attacked him without any relation at all!

Ur's “I'll make you into my family” also utilized the power of the Gund-Graph by the addition of a Gund Gem that contained “malicious intent”.

At this time, neither the children of the Dragon Village nor Aerial were aware of the fact that Ur's Gund Gem was the very same one used by Swordsman Gundam Lfrith Junior, who had once protected the previous Dragon Village!

During the clash between Aerial and the other children of the Dragon Village and the Benerit Clan, Magic Knight Gundam Lfrith Thorn, one of the two Gundams equipped with Gund Gems and a Magic Knight like Aerial, suddenly appeared!

While he excels at speed combat, utilizing his quickness instead of the power-oriented fighting of his partner, Magic Knight Gundam Lfrith Ur, he also had a twisted side that likes to destroy things.

His Gund Gem is the very Gund Gem of the former Swordsman Gundam Lfrith Junior, and it was a mystery why they possessed it.

The Gundam Gem contained Lfrith Junior's regret, and therefore, a destructive impulse is given alongside power to those who become its dependents. However, surprisingly for Lfrith Junior, it also harbored the “malice” that he possessed.

Noble Knight Michaelis was defeated by the two Magic Knights who suddenly entered the battle, and the Benerit Clan, which was also on the verge of internal collapse, was defeated. The two Knights used the power of the Gund Gem to create a private army that turned on Aerial and other village children!

Magic Knight Gundam Lfrith Ur and Magic Knight Gundam Lfrith Thorn, who suddenly entered the battle, did not belong to either the Dragon Village or the Benerit Clan, but they had a strong grudge against both of them!

The two brought with them Armor Gundvölva, Desultor Doll, and Stone Prodoros, doll-shaped monsters created by the power of the Gund Gems.

Although these monsters were possessed with the malicious power of the two, they were defeated one after another by Aerial's group, which had grown stronger through their previous training.

However, Ur and Thorn drew more power from the Gund Gem than Aerial, and as expected, the group struggled.

Ur and Thorn controlled a Gund-Graph, which was created when the Gund Gem goes out of control. They fused with the monsters of their army, transforming into a gigantic synthetic magical beast, the Monster Chimera Ur Thorn.

Unlike Pharact in the previous chapter, Ur and Thorn retained their sanity and were powered by the Gund-Graph emitted from their Gund Gems that were full of “malice”. They marched forward, trampling the surviving Benerit Clan in the front line!

Furthermore, the Chimera was also overwhelmingly durable, as even if it receives some wounds, it could reconstitute itself by taking in further monsters and fusing them together.

Outnumbered, Aerial asked Summoner Prospera to summon something and was prepared to put their life on the line for “a decisive action”! There was no way they could win without further borrowing the power of the spirits!

Aerial released new storm and thunder magic power through a contract with Spirit Cloudbuster, the storm spirit summoned by Prospera, and Spirit Judgithor, the lightning spirit! Aerial's magic sword with all its might finally shattered the Gund Gem of Chimera Ur Thorn, and defeated Ur and Thorn!

However, the damage from the battle with Ur and Thorn, as well as the recoil of energy from the magical sword Escutcheon, which contained powerful magic energy from four different spirits, injured Aerial severely to the point that their armor shattered.

While Priestess Miorine was concentrating on healing Aerial with recovery magic, it was revealed that Shaddiq was secretly hiding for this chance!

During this, Noble Knight Shaddiq captured Miorine's dragon baby, and together with Noble Knight Michaelis, who had been standing by, outwitted the head of the family, Vim, under the pretense of being defeated!

Shaddiq had independently researched the lore of WilderLance and had his sights set on the dragon. In order to outwit the entire Benerit Clan and monopolize the village's secrets, he took advantage of this opportunity and went to the “land of lore” to learn more of the dragon's secrets after obtaining the village's dragon child.

On the other hand, Ur and Thorn were actually the mages Sophie and Norea from the old village records. They were interested in the Dragon Village and were acquainted with the elders of the village at that time.

However, in the previous fall of the village, they were separated from the escapees and nearly died. During this time, a “terrible malice” whispered to them to resent those who attacked and abandoned them (this was a misunderstanding), causing them to have a deep hatred for both sides.

And from the shattered Gund Gem of Ur and Thorn… a shadow of the “malice” that planted a seed of resentment in Sophie and Norea appeared……

The mysterious spirit Spirit Ericht with various elements was used by Summoner Prospera. In the previous chapter, Ericht with fire and water elements had appeared, and they continued to appear in this chapter.

Prospera summoned spirits with powerful elements through the Erichts, but is it possible to contract so much that even Aerial would destroy themselves? The mage Suletta can also speak with them, but she does not understand their true intentions.

Prospera was a mystery, but she hated the Benerit Clan, so she joined the group. However, the new village was destroyed by Ur and Thorn. After healing Aerial, Priestess Miorine rose to her feet.

Before searching for a new safe haven, she followed Shaddiq and his subordinates to save the dragon child, the source of the village's power!

How will Aerial be revived? And what does Prospera think as the three families become completely independent and the internal collapse of the Benerit Clan continues? And what is the identity of the shadow in the ruined village?

(End of Chapter)

[sceletaflores]

•｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ wip wednesday!

thanks for the tag angel baby @guiltyasdave <3 • 18+ under the cut! MDNI!

wip #1 • far too familiar a stranger…feat. logan howlett (& crimson!)

a long time ago, logan howlett knew a woman with your face…

i couldn’t not write a ‘worst!logan coming face to face with his tragically dead love interest but from wade’s universe after wade forced her to help them stop the TVA and hating her for bringing up that time in his life until he doesn’t anymore’ fic.

it's crimson because i felt that making whole new mutant reader would be sort of confusing so this fic is in the to the bone universe but it's not the same timeline...if that makes sense lmao

Wade Wilson is the worst neighbor in the entire fucking world. It’s really something you should have known sooner, like ‘the very first day in your new place ending with him breaking in through your window fully suited up after counting the floors wrong and bleeding all over your brand new pottery barn throw rug because he was still a little too concussed to walk’ sooner. Even after that whole fiasco left you with a broken window latch and a beyond fucked non-refundable $80 carpet, you still let yourself entertain his crazy. Just like everyone else whose life Wade crashed into, both physically or metaphorically. And once he's in, you can never really get him back out again. So yeah, maybe this whole thing is your fault. Maybe getting thrown into a barren, dusty void with two somewhat failed X-Men is just all your bad karma manifesting in one huge finger from the universe.

wip #2 • red and yellow kill a fellow! feat. logan howlett & wade wilson

logan doesn’t appreciate you letting wade get one up on him…

finally finally finally getting off my ass and writing logan x reader x wade! i was inspired by this one episode of satc (which is like my favorite show ever bee tee dubs) where charlotte goes out with two guys at the same time and she has sex with one but not the other until one of them catches her with the other guy and they all break it off.

my vision is a little different cause instead of getting mad and leaving when logan finds out reader fucked wade and not him, he figures it's his turn to get even. aka wade in the cuck chair and loving it.

The three of you pass a BMW sitting in a no parking zone, all four windows rolled down as Madonna blasts through the speakers. "So," Wade says, voice breaking the silence for the first time in five minutes. "Who white-washed your guts better?" You nearly trip over your own feet, whipping your head to gape at Wade. "Fucking excuse me?" "You know," Wade shrugs, like it's a perfectly normal thing to ask. The leisurely pace of his stroll not slowing, his hands still stuffed in the pockets of his jeans. "Who carved the lyrical railway better?" He just keeps going as you stare at him with a repulsed look on your face. "The number one stud that's stuffin' your muffin? That's takin the ol' bald-headed gnome for a satisfying stroll in the misty forest. Pick one hot stuff, they all mean the same thing." Before you can even answer there's a rough, questioning grunt from your right and your stomach flips. Oh. Logan, he was still here too. Still here and right next to you, listening. Oh yeah. "You fucked?" You still haven't slept with Logan yet. You turn to him face slowly, eyes a hair wide as you take in the sharp raise of his brow. "Um..." "Whoops," Wade snorts from somewhere behind your shoulder. "Cat's out the bag."

wip #3 • it's the easiest thing (just love me and eat me) feat. logan howlett

it’s not often that logan needs this, but you’re always more than happy to give it to him when he does…

the same requested sub!logan fic from last wednesday just with a new name and weirder energy! like this has really gotten away from me and turned into something that i can't really explain well enough to make it sound like chill...

lots of religious imagery and symbolism...and some metaphors of cannibalism...idk i'm just a girl with religious trauma and a weird blood fetish sue me.

You've come to think that being in bed with Logan is like being in church. The familiar weight of his body pressing you into the mattress is the alter. The heat of it like laying in the burning flame of a candle. The strong planes of his muscles each a different scripture that you take in by touch alone, skating your hands over his skin with something close to worship. Each bead of sweat on his skin feels sacred, a testament to the intensity between you, as though every part of him has been crafted for this moment of devotion. The hard length of his cock carves a place for itself inside you, each heavy smack of his hips punching another desperate sound out of your slack lips. His breath, deep and ragged, is a chant that pulls you into reverence. It puffs against the wild beat of your pulse, his lips brushing over the fever hot plane of your skin. The sound of your name pulled from his mouth sounds like a prayer answered. You can’t help but close your eyes, not in exhaustion, but in a kind of spiritual surrender, like by shutting out the world, you can truly grasp the divinity of it. There's a holiness to the way he holds you—like you’re the only thing worth believing in.

kisses!

no pressure tags! @ebodebo @artemis-b-writes @avocado-writing @superhoeva

[achromant]

AND HERE WE ARE! My project for the gw2 'zine!

Featuring Baruhn, reflecting on his life so far, the challenges, the small sparks of joy, the horrors, loss and gain.

For clarification's sake; I did in fact plan to depict every stage of Baruhn's life, but uuh. File was already too big.

Might do a series of short comics (graphic novels?) though, because i fking love storytelling.

Let's look at my idiotic level of detail a bit, eh?

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Baruhn's story begins in the Plains of Ashford. An unsuccessful attempt to stem the tide of Ascalonian Ghosts leads to the demise of many year-long allies. Dozens of brave soldiers gave their life for a mere week of peace until the ghosts reformed. They always do. Soldiers don't.

Shaken in his faith in the Legions, the first seeds of doubt arise.

Until finally he found someone to trust with his pain. In a tavern at the edge of the Black Citadel, he gets to know this odd fellow, who is continuosly follow by the faint smell of sulfur. Although Baruhn knew where that path led, the warmth radiating from the old veteran in front of him was not only a physical, but an emotional one.

With the Three Legions busy with their internal quarrels, fighting over an empty promise, Baruhn took the first steps down a previously thought to be dark path.

Surprisingly, die Flame Legion was welcoming, their fires offered light and guidance, the embers igniting the skies like stars. Surely this was better than the cold metal over the Black Citadel.

Baruhn took to learning first, handling the small flames with ease after years of throwing fireballs at ghostly shapes. Then, he figured out how to teach, and that is where the real magic comes from. Nurturing a flame, protecting it from harsh winds, adding a bit of kindling and coal here and there. He even taught the more elusive ways of magic that wield smoke and ash.

Baruhn knew about the war, the countless lifes lost on the other side of the fence. But those were humans, and here he was among family.

That is, until he met Molly.

After a small recon mission that was assured not to be much of a hurdle, Baruhn found himself alone in a forest. The small fires he conjured for light and warmth only drew in the nearby villagers. Those with pitchforks and torches, with crude swords and a thirst for blood. He couldn't really bring himself to hate them, this was war after all. But at what cost are these battles to be won?

Trying to escape the villagers was a futile attempt. He sank to the ground, his own hot blood dousing the little flames beneath his weary head.

For some reason - maybe hope, maybe resignation - he forced open his heavy eyes, only to discover his wounds cleaned and bandaged with fragile white cloth. A small human girl, of all things in this damned forest, tried to help. Even in his weakened state, even with just one hand, Baruhn could have easily grabbed her and cracked her skull. But the only thing he did was listen. He listened to the ramblings of the small human, going on and on about faries made of leaves and gnomes of stone. She called him "bear".

When the villagers came, they saw the girl at his side. That was all it took for them to turn on her. She was to be executed like that beast that now slowly stepped in front of her. For the first time, Baruhn spoke to the girl. "close your eyes."

Fire roared, not red, not orange. not a warm, welcoming fire. Not one that belongs in a hearth, that thrives in the arms of a family. This was so much worse. This was years of inner conflict, of doubt, of closing his eyes on the other side of the fence. For the first time in his life, this was the only thing that he wanted to do, protect the little insignificant human behind him. Fire roared, and it burned wood and it burned flesh.

Baruhn picked up the little girl, she held tight to his horns, nestled in his mane. He ran for hours, years of military training finally useful. The little girl, Molly, lost her mother years ago. She burned in the fires of a war she tried to escape. "And your father? What about your family?", he asked between deep breaths. Molly was quiet for a while, then whispered, her voice barely audible, "My father burned today."

They stayed together, for quite a while. He protected her, and she, with her head full of stories, and a book full of dreams, protected him.

Things came, things went. Baruhn rejoined the High Legions, acting as a spy for Ash, keeping an eye on Iron and Blood.

Baruhn ultimately took on his role as Novice, then Archivist, then Commander. He helped during the struggles against Scarlet. A small flame here and there, some shrouding smoke, a well timed lightning strike. It was other people that finally defeated Scarlet, but he was always in the background, with all the small things at just the right time.

Mordremoth came, but with him new allies.

It was but a small tangent in the grand scheme of things. Watching the fragile sapling while waging war on the jungle itself.

Their relation was something more than friendship, something else than love. They were there for each other when they needed to be. Be it only to keep a flame burning or to banish the voices to the back of the head again, they walked the same path for a long time.

Tarir, the Egg. Aurene. A new flame entrusted to him, his to nurture, his to raise. A gamble, again. What if that little flame would some day devour the world? But Baruhn did, what he could do best. Teach.

Darker times came. Caudecus and the White Mantle. The raid on the Mursaat's prison. Then facing the last Mursaat himself.

Balthazar came, and in his wake a new kind of fire. A war, similar to the ones Baruhn had seen before, but still different. A war without a cause, war for war's sake. War against nature, against the world, like a child lashing out when there were none to help them up. Maybe Balthazar's flames were not too different from his.

After the festering swamp that Joko was, came the mountain, Kralkatorrik. Death was not a hindrance anymore, not for the Commander and his dragon. The story went as the story goes.

When it came to face the frost, the whispers, Jormag. Everything fell apart. Jormag pried into the deepest, darkest corners of Baruhn's life, dragged every doubt, small as it may have been, into the light. In the ice, every truth was warped, encased in whispers, in lies. It suffocated any hope and planted even darker seeds than anyone thought possible.

It was the spirit of the Raven that aided Baruhn. Even the black feathers of its wings were shimmering like rainbows in the moonlight.

A small piece stayed with him, just a fragment. Nevermore.

After that, the stars themselves. Astralaria.

So many stories that make a life, so many pieces. Every encounter, every step along the way is another fragment of the whole. People are made of other people, that is what it means to be alive.

[thesims4blogger]

Enchanted by Nature: First Look at Innisgreen (Official Leak)

Earlier today, EA sent creators and fansites a press kit with information regarding the latest roadmap and the upcoming announcement for The Sims 4 Enchanted By Nature Expansion Pack. Dutch fansite MoonshineSim jumped the gun and shared an official montage of three screenshots.

Together, they preview Innisgreen, the new world coming with the EP and its three neighborhoods – as previously mentioned on the Something Is Growing website, “a quiet waterfront town where they’re all about Gnomes, a grove where nature and civilization blend together, and an enchanting magical forest”.

On this image, we can spot a sim sleeping on the ground, a new swingset, what appears to be a magical dead tree and, most importantly, fairies. While some people were still uncertain if they would be playable or an NPC, it’s not hard to assume based on these pictures that they’re a regular occult in The Sims 4.

Enchanted by Nature will be announced on June 12th, with a release date set to July 10th, according to the latest roadmap.

[synchodai]

Why Orin and Gortash are ingenious villain concepts

Let me explain why I, as a long-time D&D player, was absolutely taken by Orin and Gortash's character concept (and less so by Ketheric's).

In D&D, there are classes I categorize as "flavor" classes in contrast to "power" classes. These are classes that come with in-built flavor and you mostly pick if you have a specific roleplaying vision and less because you want the biggest numbers and the most attacks. So most pure spellcasters (Wizard, Sorcerer, Warlock) are power classes because pure spellcasters will always be more powerful than half-casters and martial classes. However, classes like Barbarian, Paladin, and Druid are also power classes simply because their kits can be overtuned to staggering degrees of overpowered-ness.

So in my mind, the flavor classes are Bard, Ranger, and Artificer. Usually these are called the "jack of all trades" or the most versatile classes. Because these classes aren't so much known for being OP, hardly any Big Bad Evil Guy belongs to these three classes. There are plenty of iconic villains who are evil wizards, clerics, or fighters, but I can hardly think of an evil bard, ranger, or artificer.

Bards are the goofy "seduce everything" class. If they are cast as antagonists, it's mostly as nuances and not real intimidating villains. Rangers have the stereotype of being disney princesses. They're goody-two-shoes trackers who protect the forest and talk to animals. Artificers are... well, they're gnomes.

So what if you do make your BBEGs evil flavor classes? What would that look like? Well... BG3 gave us an answer. Orin is an evil bard who isn't so much musical but she does lean heavily into performance art with some painting and slam poetry on the side. Gortash is obviously an evil artificer (maybe someone who even dual-classed into evil monk). The missed opportunity here is turning Ketheric into an evil ranger -- which would have fit him because he protects and oversees the territorial domain of Reithwin town and has extensive knowledge over a specific type of enemy (aberrations like mindflayers). (Which is why in my pre-canon fic, I make Durge into a ranger with Humanoids as their favored enemy and urban areas as a favored terrain -- almost roguish but with more emphasis on hunting, tracking, and utilization of beasts with no thievery or street smarts.)

Alas, Ketheric is a sad Oathbreaker paladin. Which is fine, I guess. It's a classic villain flavor, but I really wanted an evil ranger somewhere in there.

[chibifox2002]

Is doey made up of three kids in the fantasy au? Or is he his own thing here?

I don't know honestly...

I kinda just, drew the designs after the idea popped in my head so I'm still working out the details and stuff.

The ideas I have so far for this au are these:

The factory is instead a castle located in a cursed forest.

Poppy is a fairy.

The smiling critters are gnomes w/ mushroom hats. (because I like the concept of gnomes wearing mushroom hats fight me)

And Pianosaurus is a dragon.

I'm thinking that maybe Doey can still be the three boys, but their souls are in a crystal heart thing that pretty much brings him to life. I'd have to draw that one out in order for it to make sense. 😅😅😅

But yeah, this au is very much a hardcore working progress, but I'll figure it out eventually!