#this makes him sound meam

[bedforddanes75]

list of things pretty boy has said (some to me) that are just a little bit odd (dreamy)

. i have a theory about you. you like...GIRLS

. did your hair change "yes" it looks weird (he clarified he meant Different not Weird but. autism)

. you are so autistic

. your hair looks like...something out of the 80s... (said this while sounding like. actually high)

. so are you bi then. since youre obsessed with... *JUDGILY gestures to computer screen showing george daniel* ...all these...

. youre like a teacher but if like they were a model but like couldnt (WHAT)

. yeah. you look like youd use tumblr (stop)

. wilbur soot

. EUREKA! THATS IT! (like horrid henry)

. men are nice. but theyre just like...knobs (he knows whats up hes like george daniel)

[velvetsssapphic]

He's literally a bug

[shslpunkartist99]

How about your own gremlin son? Would you adopt, fucc, nah, or smack away and watch him bounce around with that >:D face like that one gif with DD and BF lol?

Tbh? I'd fucc

Cuz he knows how to take care. He knows how to make the best noises. He knows how to dom but to be sub too. He loves touching and rubbing, loves to touched and be rubbed.

I really reaaaaally hope it's not weird that I consider him my son but I'd fucc him

[panpanghost]

Part 12 of this nameless au wait- NAMELESS!!!! That's it!!! That's the name!!!!

Part 12 of Nameless au (:D!!!)

_"They're here!" Macaque jumped off the couch and ran to the window.

He pushed the curtains and looked out. Just as he did, flames started forming and his sister with two guys stepped out of it.

_"Wow. Who's that guy?"

_"That's Redson, her son." Wukong answered standing behind his moon,

_"Not the red one, I already sensed he's hers. The other one. Why is he taking a human form?"

_"You meam MK? How did you know he's not a human?"

_"I don't know. It's like a magnet or something. He's closer to being one of us than anything else. Can't you feel it?"

_"I felt something odd about him. I still can't put my finger on it."

_"Well that's for later. Go get my sister!" Macaque pushed Wukong to get the door, he was so excited he forgot who he was talking to,

_"So demanding." Wukong acted exhausted,

_"Goooooooo." Macaque pleaded,

_"Alright, alright." Wukong smiled and went to get their guests. He felt a sting in his heart. Why doesn't he get that happy when he sees me?

_"Don't let the other guys in."

_"I won't."

(I got stuck here for like 20 minutes then gave up. I still don't know where I'm going with this.)

Wukong stepped to the door and opened it, catching PIF and the kids arriving at the entrance.

_"Princess Iron Fan, I'm so glad you could make it." Wukong said with a smile, a smile hiding a murderous intent,

_"Of course I came, my brother is ill."

_"I'm sure he'll feel better once he sees you."

_"Where is he?"

_"Follow me." he stopped in his track and turned to the kids. "I'm sorry kiddos, but grown-ups have to talk, so you'll have to wait outside for now."

_"Oh, that's ok." MK lifted up a bag in his hands, "Can you give this to Macaque on my behalf. I made it for him.... an apology cake."

_"Will do kiddo. I'm sure he'll love it." As Wukong took the bag he got closer to MK and whispered :"Way to go kiddo, proud of you. Take him to the top of the waterfall at sundown. It's called 'lovers spot' for a reason."

_"Pf- WHA- pff- PAH- No! I mean YES! Whatever! Let's go Red!" MK's brain malfunctioned in that moment, they were lucky he shut his mouth and just dragged a very confused and worried Redson away.

_"Now that the lovers are on their way, let's get you to moonpie. He's really excited to meet you." Wukong said and walked in first to show the way,

_"Zizi!" Macaque yelled as he jumped into his sisters arms, embracing her with every limb he has,

_"Zizi? Haven't heard that nickname in so long." PIF smiled as she hugged him back. He hasn't called her that in centuries. He is probably at a young age mentally, probably the age of her son or younger. Though he does look different, did the king give him an eye?

_"I missed you."

_"I missed you too. Also do you want me to keep carrying you or are you going to get down?"

_"Keep carrying me."

_"This isn't my house, I can't tell the way in."

After a moment of silence, Macaque finally gave up,

_"Fine..." He sounded sad but recovered immediately: "I made some food and appetisers! I didn't know I could cook, or make sweets. But I did a really good jod! You must taste them!" Macaque held her hand and took her to the kitchen where he worked all night to make sure she'd like his food. The king helped a lot.

_"I don't think you're leaving me a choice."

_"Nope. Also you need to tell me all about it."

_"About what?"

_"Your husband and son obviously!"

_"Isn't there a more important matter to discuss?"

_"Nuh-uh! Not to me there isn't. I can't believe I missed out on my first nephew." Macaque said as he sat next to her on the couch in the salon, the king sat on the couch to their right,

_"What do you mean first? I'm not having another."

_"Let's put a pin on this. Now tell me how you met your husband."

_"Would you like some tea?" Wukong asked smiling at the Princess. It was a clear warning, don't mention anything bad about Sun Wukong or else.

_"Yes. Thank you." She answered calmly, now she knows for sure, one mistake and she'll lose her family, she must stay focused :"Well he was a sworn brother of the Monkey King and we met by chance. Things escalated quickly, if I'm honest. I think they call it love at first sight."

_"Oooooooooouuuuuuuw." Macaque gave her a nudge on the elbow.

_"Aw stop it. You weren't that better. Once you saw how strong the king is you fell head first." She gave him a sly smile,

_"I can't answer that question because I can't remember but I don't think I'll for anyone that is just strong."

My sister doesn't compliment anyone, this is a warning, the king is stronger than he's showing.

_"Then I don't know why. The only thing worth noting about him is his strength."

_"And his face." Alright, so he is definitely dangerous, better keep him in a good mood.

_"Not to me."

_"He's also really kind and likes kids." He can't be that bad...

_"How come he's nice to others and not me?"

_"Because I'm 90% sure you tried to convince me I can do better." So he is threatening her and keeping me hostage, shit. It kinda hurts...

_"You can."

_"Maybe. But I like where I'm at now." I'm sorry, but I won't risk you getting hurt, I shouldn't have brought you here...

_"You might regret these words one day."

_"I hope not. At least I don't regret them right now."

_"Yeh. Do what you want, but just so you know, my house is always open for you."

She didn't say yes. So I also don't want to stay here. This is worse than I thought.

_"I'll think about it, but for now. I think I'll stay here. But I do wish to meet your husband." She wants to take me with her, I'm sorry sis, it's too dangerous without my power.

_"You've met him before but he'll be happy to see you nonetheless."

_"You already know I can't remember, but I'm happy for you, truly." I'm sorry for putting in this position.

_"I'm happy too." She smiled at him, he knows that smile, the one that says I have a plan.

_"So wha about your son?"

_"He's a smart kid."

_"Awww, never thought I'd live to see the day where you become a loving mother."

_"What is that supposed to mean?"

_"I'm just saying your husband must like monsters in disguise."

_"Are you saying I'm a monster?"

_"So your son is corting Wukong's successor."

_"He is. It hasn't been that long though. It happened a few days ago but I'm sure there was something before that."

_"Ooooo. Can we keep talking after we eat. I'm so weak I have to eat everyday or I'll die." I need to get her out of here as soon as possible.

_"Yeh, I'm also very excited to try out your food."

_"Don't give me all the credit, Wukong helped... Unless you hate it then it's his fault."

_"Hey! I just showed you the recipes and handed you the ingredients, you did the cooking." Even though Wukong was quiet until this sentence, he was feeling something off. Something about this entirely feel off. Yet he can't put his finger on it.

_"Excuses, excuses." Macaque said pushing his sister out the room,

_"At least take me with you." Wukong said in a sad tone,

_"I thought that's a given." Macaque turned to him with a smile,

_"Coming honey~" Wukong joked following them.

When will she leave? I want to stay with my moon alone. She didn't say anything but I still don't like it- KILL HER! Yes yes I should get rid of her, then Macaque will have nowhere else to go, he'll stay here forever, he'll be mine forever-

_"Wukong, can you get the chicken from the oven? Last time I burned myself. Who knew ovens could be this hot, right?" Macaque asked innocently, trying to hide the chill he felt down his spine. He is certain he felt a murderous intent just a second ago.

I need to get Zizi out of here before he does something to her or her son!

_"Sure thing." Wukong smiled,

How can I think that way, Macaque will be very sad if I kill her, it doesn't matter that she's here. She's just a guest, he's not going anywhere, he still needs me. Only me.

Wukong helped Macaque prepare the table as his sister watched. If anyone else where to see the scene they'll think they are a happy normal couple, but The princess knew better, and she cursed every second of it.

In another place on the island, MK and Redson were starting to lose hope in finding the scroll.

_"This is impossible." MK said in defeat stepped out a mountain of gold,

_"Sure feels like it." Redson said in the same energy,

_"Somehow, I don't think Monkey King left the scroll in his treasury. I think he hid it somewhere else." MK sat on the floor curled up, next to Redson,

_"I think so too. But we can't get in the house without him knowing. And who knows what will happen then." Even thought Red was frustrated, he kept his search in the piles,

_"Maybe we can ask him about it." MK let out, using his golden vision to hopefully find something useful,

_"And you think he'll answer honestly?"

_"... he won't, that if he even admits it in the first place. Also remind me to go to the top of the waterfall."

_"Yeh alright. Wait- Why?"

_"To get to the lovers spot." MK said as he got up to look at a scroll he saw,

_"Why?" Redson was feeling something, it wasn't hate.

_"So-" MK finaly registered what he had said, "WAIT! I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT!" The kid turned around in a blink and struggled to find his words, "Monkey king told me to take you there at sundown because we are lovers- I- I mean he thinks we are lovers! S-so I thought we should go so he wouldn't get suspicious!" he was hoping Redson wouldn't hear how loud his heart was beating. Why does he feel so embarrassed?

_"Oh. Alright then." There was a hint of disappointment in Redson's voice as he went back to his search.

[kozh-lucium]

Warning, a rant of BG3 fandom (and of astarion)

BG3 and Astarion stans TM (not normal fans, mind you) made me realize I'm too old for fandom like...this.

Idk if I'm just unlucky or something like that, but the amount of people who equates "nuance" with "let's go full genocide bcs it's fun and to troll wyll/karlach" is too damn high.

Aaaand not surprising, almost all of them are astarion stans tm. Look, I'm not saying all of astarion fans are like this, but forgive me for getting more and more uncomfortable with how some people are acting. So apparently I am not allowed to complain about how astarion keeps being a dick in act 1, but they're allowed to hate karlach and wyll so much because they're "goody two shoes"?

Sorry, it sounds like hypocrisy.

Just the other day i had a fight with several people, over discussion of Gandrel (the gur we met in the swamp). It's crazy for me how they feel the need to invent ridiculous just to justify killing him. I can respect if the reson if "It's more pragmatic" (I mean, i still disagree since we can just lie to him), I even respect more when someone said "lol i did it because I'm an astarion simp, I'll do whatever he ask me to". But to say that gandrel is an amoral character who needs to die because he will make a deal with the hag just to find astarion? Or that he doesn't have proof that astarion is hurting people?

Are these people serious??

It's extra ironic how one of them just before this claim that I imposed modern morality for finding their action to be not neutral, and that faerun being medieval dark fantasy setting is suppsed to be more lenient to evil actions, elyet in the same breath accusing an NPC as amoral for trying to strike a deal with the hag, enought that it's okay to kill him.

For some reason, to them, not liking evil run meams you're media illiterate and can't handle nuance.

Look, i can't handle it, i wouldn't enjoy witcher 2 writing and def. will stake astarion the first chance i got.

Sorry for the long rant. I'm super cranky right now. I hate edgelords like them.

[mariamakeslemons]

Chapter 8 (Dragged to Hell)

TW: Slightly gory (it's a demon dragging someone to Hell, what do you expect?)

I've been wanting to get to this part for a long while. Hey ho, the Bitch is Dead!

Kyle is staring at you. You don’t know why he is, especially since he’s here with his team and Master Prometheus is in the field, preparing for the Bonding Ceremony that will hopefully release König’s Bond and allow you and Kyle to Bond instead. You see his Captain, Price, watching the proceedings with interest, occasionally asking questions which you can hear your Master answer easily. Soap and Ghost are doing rounds, looking out in case König decides to try showing up to stop the Bonding.

“…What?” you eventually ask, averting your eyes to his wrist, where the bracelet Master Prometheus asked you to make dangles from.

“Didn’t think you’d look so pretty in shapeless robes,” he admits, looking at your ceremonial clothes curiously. You sputter as your cheeks warm, too flustered to say anything as you try to disappear into said robes. They are traditional styled, black and heavy enough to almost seem stiff, if it weren’t for the potions that the cloth is soaked in before becoming robes. Kyle chuckles, stepping forward and pulling on the collar, revealing your pout to him.

“C’mon Love,” he teases, “Don’t hide your pretty face from me.”

“Kyyyleee,” you whine, trying to hide your face in exact opposition of his request.

“Kyle, Child,” Master Prometheus calls, “Come over here.” You immediately snap to attention, hurrying over to stand by your Master as Kyle jogs behind.

“You will face each other and hold this,” he explains, handing over a ritual knife with its wavy blade, “Do not hold it by the blade, share the handle. The only job of this blade is to sever the unwanted Bond.”

“Yes sir,” you agree as Kyle nods in understanding.

“Once inside the circle, I will tell you what to say, Kyle,” Master Prometheus continues, “Child, you know the words you must say.”

“Yes sir,” you repeat, carefully setting foot into the circle. It takes careful steps, but you and Kyle make it to the center, a hand on the blade’s handle, his above yours.

“Sanguinem tuum peto,” Master Prometheus calls.

“Sanguinem tuum peto,” Kyle repeats, the magic sparking in the circle at his words.

“Sanguis meus, gratis do,” you answer, feeling the magic start to swell around you.

“Animam meam colo.”

“Animam meam colo.”

“Anima mea, tuum est tenere.” As you say each word, the magic circles around you and Kyle, but you never break eye contact with him. He does the same, licking his lips as he looks down at you.

“Et medullis vestris servabo.”

“Et medullis vestris servabo.”

“Medulla mea est thesaurus tuus.” There is a taught rope of magic appearing, being wrapped around the knife’s blade and begins to fray as new strands move between you and Kyle. The strands search eagerly for each other, stretching to bind Kyle and you together.

“Adiuro te ad me.”

“Adiuro te ad me.”

“Avide tenetur- ,” you barely finish when a loud crack fills the field. The rope that was wrapped around the knife is severed, and your strands shoot out toward Kyle. But Kyle’s strands fade as his shirt turns red. Your wide eyes finally drop from his eyes to look in horror at the bloom of blood blossoming across his chest.

“THEY’RE MINE!” König roars as you scream, unable to do anything but watch Kyle drop.

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Gaz floats in darkness, confused about what happened. He had been standing just before you, finishing the ritual to sever your Bond with König while making a new one with him, when a sudden pain slammed into his back before he went numb and everything went dark. Fuck, is he dead?

“I call to you with my soul,” a voice whispers, making him blink. It’s familiar, achingly so. He squints, trying to see who it is.

“I call to you with my soul. Return to me,” the voice says, sounding closer. He still can’t see anything, but the voice is clearer, allowing him to realize just who is calling for him. Who he needs to return to.

“I call to you with my soul. Return to me, Kyle. Please, come back,” you plead from a light that suddenly appears, briefly blinding Gaz, even as he finds himself running toward it.

“Hold on! I’m coming!” he yells back, before gasping as he suddenly finds himself staring up at the sky. Your face comes into view, a look of relief that crumbles to relieved tears.

“Kyle,” you sob, dropping your head down against his throat.

“Hey, Love,” he croaks, lifting his hand to pat at your head. Price appears over him, a look of relief on his Captain’s face.

“You gave us quite the scare, Gaz,” he rumbles, relief twitching at his mouth.

“How long was I out?” Gaz asks, turning his head idly to press a kiss to your head as his hand slides down to rub against your back soothingly.

“‘Bout five minutes,” Price answers, before flinching and glaring at a howl of rage. Gaz turns his head, scowling upon seeing König struggle against glowing rope that rise from the ground. Prometheus scowls as both Soap and Ghost finish pulling off all the weapons from the giant’s person.

“Fucker managed to slip past Ghost and Soap by timing when they passed each other,” Price explains, “He only got the one shot off before the old witch bound him to th’ spot.” Your sobs settle and you sniffle as you look up at him.

“I’m so sorry,” you choke out, “I never wanted you to be killed.”

“Oh, shhh,” he gently shushes, pulling you back down to him, “It’s not your fault th’ fuck is a piece of shit. But, uh, let’s not do this again.”

“Something we all can agree on,” Price huffs as you reluctantly pull away before helping Gaz up.

“I’m just glad you’re back,” you confess, your eyes red rimmed from crying. Gaz presses another kiss to your head, before everyone jumps as flames suddenly appear beside the Austrian.

“There you are, Pookie!” a woman’s voice coos as a demon appears from the flames. Once Gaz gets a good look, his eyebrows shoot up. The demon is a very pretty female with the stereotypical blood red skin, however her blonde hair and blue eyes seem almost angelic. The demon skips over and wraps her arms around König’s neck as the man panics, cooing, “You were naughty, König-y. Don’t worry, I’ll treat you just right!”

“Nonononononono,” the Austrian rapidly pleads, struggling against both the rope and the demon’s arms. The woman laughs happily and curls close to him, before they both ignite. Everyone watches in shock and horror as the flesh drips off bone as the fire burns brightly, turning pitch black before the skeletons sink into the ground, all while the giant of a man screams and yells, pleading for you to save him. As soon as the top of his skeleton’s head disappears into the ground, the fire douses, leaving a little soot as the only sign anything happened.

“…That was the psycho that killed him in the first place,” you choke out. Gaz lets out a hysterical laugh while Ghost turns to look at you and Gaz.

“Need t’ go t’ a church. No’ ‘cause ‘f religion, but t’ get that image out ‘f m’ head,” he declares, changing the hysterical laughter to real laughter.

[amaranthhiding]

Regarding Sam

by Hiding Amaranth

Words: 7,292 (finished) Rating: Teen Relationships: Rowena/Sam, Rowena & Amnesiac Dean

Tags: Canon Universe, Episode 12x11, Missing Scenes, Angst with Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Life-or-Death Stakes, Magic, Witches, Rowena Realizes She Cares, Pre-Relationship, Sam Being a Prisoner, Amnesiac Dean Being Chaotic, Humor, Soft Rowena, Rowena Teaching Herself to Drive a Car to Save Sam

Point-of-View Characters: Rowena

Summary: When they hear Sam's blood-curdling scream over the phone, Rowena is far more affected than she thought possible. She has to make up her mind whether or not to turn her back on the Winchesters in their dire need—and how far exactly she'll go to save them. (Or my version of what happened in episode 12x11 between Sam's scream and the moment we see Dean wake up in the Impala, plus two additional new scenes at other blank spaces where the episode faded to black. And all of that from Rowena's point of view!)

Written for the Sam Winchester Rare Ships Week 2023 Day 6: "Missing Scene / Episode Tag" hosted by @spnrareships

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If you'd like to be added/removed from my taglist for Samwena and/or other SPN content, let me know in a reblog, reply, or personal message. :) @spnrarepairbunker @fanficlounge @panthera-dei @samsrowena Excerpt under the cut

"Age nunc intellectum," Catriona's lilting, obnoxious voice said over the speaker, casting a spell unknown to Rowena despite her vast knowledge of the arcane. Perhaps it stemmed directly from the Grimoire. "Age nunc intellectum atque voluntatem omnem meam."

The spell created a terrible, high-pitched noise, loud enough that Rowena had to lower the phone's volume lest they'd risk damage to their eardrums even from afar.

Sam screamed.

Screamed like she'd never heard him before.

His agony seemed to resonate somewhere deep within her muscles, shaking that barely contained landslide out of its constraints once more. She could swear she felt something shatter inside herself.

Then his scream broke off abruptly.

A blockage in her chest refused to let her breathe. Completely taken by surprise over her own reaction, she didn't know what to do or even think.

Nobody had ever—

She wasn't supposed to—

Clinging to the flickering movement of candlelight on the table, she swallowed against the lump in her throat and tried to make sense of what she was feeling. The weak attempt to ground herself failed miserably.

"Sam?" Dean's quiet, doubtful question condensed her thoughts far more effectively than she herself could have.

Sam, was he truly—

Too overwhelmed by the chaos in her head, the sound of Catriona's voice over the speaker actually made her wince.

"Tie him to that chair before he wakes up. I'll be right back."

Before he wakes up.

Heavens above.

She only just had enough sense to press a hand in front of her mouth to stifle the sound of relief that threatened to escape her.

It took another few seconds and several deep breaths until she regained control enough to think clearly. The first thing she did was mute their microphone, so that the ongoing connection would hopefully remain undiscovered, no matter how much noise they caused.

"What do we do?" Dean asked of her, looking at her with open trust as if she held all the answers in the world.

To the echo of hounds in her mind, she realized how much the lad's behavior reminded her of her time in Scotland, back when Fergus had been but a wee thing.

Casting a glance over to the motel room's door, she knew that she could turn her back on all this and be on her merry way. A past version of her would have done just that.

There was a sensation of wetness clinging to the corners of her eyes. Who knew if it had been caused by the memories of times long gone or by the mistaken conviction that Sam Winchester was no more.

At a distance of just a handful of steps, the door still beckoned her. But she wasn't the same woman anymore.

The things the supposed end of the world did to you.

Getting rid of the unshed tears with a hasty swipe of her hands, she squared her shoulders and straightened her posture before meeting Dean's gaze.

"Why, we save him, of course," she said, as if it was the most logical conclusion in the world. Perhaps it was. Or perhaps she'd finally lost her mind.

Dean smiled like a child who'd found the candy. "Oh, good, yeah, that's—" In a mood change as sudden as a lightning strike, he frowned instead. "How?"

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[mudkippies]

9 and 14 for the most recent OC you've drawn for the character ask game

most recent is Day and Billy!!

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

this is gonna sound meam but. I dont want a llama inside my house and billy + peque are like a package deal ToT im sorry but absolutrly not

Day would honestly be a decent roommate bcs like. he just stays out of the way lmao

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

Day is like. cowboy. Old west. Thats his style. sometimes more futuristic western? if thaf makes sense

Billy is pretry similar, but he also wears a bunch of hand-me-downs. a lot of thr stuff I draw him in is either mongolia + chinese-inspired or had andean pattern insp so its like. a mixed bag

[snakesong]

Random mini SPN fanfic I thought of while walking to class today

Disclaimer: I've only watched 2 seasons of this show so... idk if this is in character for the later seasons lol.

Also please don't put spoilers in comments or reblogs 🙏

TLDR: What would happen if one of the one-off characters was a ✨choir nerd✨?

Enter: some guy dressed in all black walking down a sketchy alleyway at night, muttering to himself in Latin: Exaudi oratsi onem meam Domine...

Cut to Sam and Dean, who are investigating some supernatural occurrence nearby. They notice Some Guy and decide he is sufficiently suspicious, so they walk up to him. The guy nods to them in greeting, then resumes his muttering.

Winchester Bros force a conversation with him, but it quickly escalates into an interrogation. It's mostly Dean's fault.

A few tense minutes later, we learn that Some Guy was not up to Evil Demonic Things, and instead was walking home from a dress rehearsal of Stravinsky's Symphony of Psalms with the local philharmonic, which happens to be close to the iffy part of town. And he got hit with post-rehearsal-can't-stop-singing-syndrome (it's a real thing, trust me) so he started chanting the catchy part, which just happens to sound pretty creepy.

Once we learn that Some Guy is definitely not suspicious, we get an awkward apology moment. Some Guy is pretty chill, and says he'll call it even if the brothers promise to listen to the Stravinsky piece on their own time. The deal is made, and they part ways.

In the car going back to the motel, Sam wants to listen to the Stravinsky, but Dean is like "nu-uh I am not listening to nerd music." Then we cut to the motel, never if they actually listen to it.

Then we have some shenanigans that lead to actually solving the mystery. Turns out there's some demonic tomfoolery going on, so an exorcism happens, and Some Guy happens to witness it. (When the dust settles, Some Guy makes a throwaway comment about the Winchesters' inconsistent Latin diction). The case is finished with zero loose ends. Farewells are said, and the Winchester Bros head back to the motel to pack up.

At the very end, Sam opens the door to the Impala to find Dean in the driver's seat, headbanging to mvt. 3 of the Stravinsky.

And I see this snowballing into Dean buying cassettes of Rite of Spring and Petrushka because Stravinsky is actually pretty metal. Which is framed as just a funny character moment that'll have no real consequences.

Then, a few episodes later, Winchester Bros solve a case that involves the actual pagan ritual from Rite of Spring.

[tobymybaby]

Julius looks like the person to burn down the entire kitchen I meam take a good look at his canon design, woukd you trust him with the task of making an omelette???

In the book he sounds zesty af like tf do you mean your gonna make reed dance for you🤨🤨

I BET BRO CANT MAKE EVEN MAKE TOAST, WOULD WANT HIM IN MY KITCHEN EVER!

ALSO HIM SAYING MAKE REED DANCE DOES SOUND ZESTY AS FUCK

[merlinmyrddin]

@jgvfhl how dare you blow my cover like this?

Fun Fact Time:

Oscar Wilde had a lesbian niece

Yea

YEA

Her name was Dolly Wilde. She was the daughter of Oscar Wilde’s older brother, and was born about 3 months after he died. She worked as an ambulance driver during WW1 and spent most of her free time banging rich ladies. And guys. GUYS.

SHE

LOOKS

JUST LIKE

HER UNCLE

They both have That Face.

I’m so, so happy I know this now.

[donghoonie-3]

'22 KINKTOBER - DAY 31

mommy kink - Jake

For: @sunjayx

Warnings: sub jake, meam dom reader, jake begs a lot, pet names, degrading, jake is tied up, unprotected sex (better safe than sorry!!), choking. Lmk if I missed anything!!

kinktober masterlist ♡

a/n: ahh this is the last day!! I still have a couple fics to finish because I was taking a couple days off! I'll finish them as soon as I can<33 I really enjoyed this month and writing all of these so I hope yous enjoyed reading them too and of course this very last one aswell<33

You were riding jake nice and fast, bouncing up and down on his needy dick. His hands are tied to the bed as desperate moans leave his mouth. "ahh yes yes yes!!" He moans out loudly as you speed up your actions. He wanted to touch you and forgot for a second that his hands are tied up. All he could do is lay there and moan about how good you're making him feel.

"You look so pretty like this jakey" you praise your boyfriend. "t-thank you mommy" he says subconsciously, not realising what he said. "What's that?" You say with a raised brow, slowing your movements when he doesn't reply.

"I asked you a question" you say sternly while you're holding his chin up. "Mmm i- I said thank you m-mommy" he finally replies, averting his eyes from yours. "I didn't hear you baby, say that again" you did hear him but you wanted to hear him say it louder...and more desperate so you pick up your pace once again and move faster on him.

"i- ahh fuck! I said thank you mommy!!" He says louder this time, throwing his head back as the pleasure takes over him. "Good boy. Am I making you feel good jakey?" You ask him as your hand moves up to his neck and you start to choke him lightly.

"Yes mommy! m-making me feel so good~ please mommy...more" he sounds so fucked out begging for you. You smirk at his words and choke him harder watching his lips part wider. He looks so good with his hair messy and his lips wet, red and swollen from licking them and biting at them so much.

"Such a pathetic whore" you degrade him and he moans louder in response, loving your mean words. "So pathetic... getting turned on more by my mean words" you spit loving the way he reacts at your words.

"You like being degraded hmm jakey?" You ask him and he responded almost right away desperately. "Yes mommy!! I love it so much when mommy degrades me- fuck please mommy feels...good" his back arches while speaking his last words.

"Is my dumb whore close? You wanna cum jakey?" You ask him teasingly. Your hips moving nonstop on his dick, getting him and you closer to your highs.

"Yes yes please mommy can I cum? Please I've been good mommy- aahh!! Mghh please!! Mommy please can I cum please" he's almost crying from badly he needs to cum so you let him. Satisfied with his cute begging.

"Cum baby" those are the final words he needed to hear before shooting his cum into you. His moans getting higher once his orgasm hits. Begging for you like a pathetic slut and his eyes rolling back.

You cum just after him and rest on top of him for a but before getting up and cleaning both of you up. You then go back to bed and hold him close to you while praising him and telling him how good he did for you.

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[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Takeda YN: Karasuno's Assitant Coach

and Multilingual Expert

Takeda is so cute I can not 😭

Karasuno x Takeda YN

Warnings: Swearing (English and Spanish), my attempts at using my limited knowledge of Spanish ��

AN: This is an Anon request! Anon later requested reader being related to Takeda so we have Takeda YN!

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YN you are literally related to the most patient human being alive

I meam, come on

Look who he deals with daily

And he's so motivational 🥺

Plus look at how much effort he went to for Karasuno to play against Nekoma and the other schools!

This man begged 👏🏻 on 👏🏻 his 👏🏻 knees 👏🏻

Case in point, Ukai

He full on stalked Ukai just to get him to coach our precious bby crows

And look how that worked out 🙌🏻

So when you were in town visiting, he thought it would only benefit the team to bring you in

Did you have any volleyball knowledge? Not particularly

BUT you did have knowledge of other things 🙃

Not only are you intelligent but you are multi-lingual

And Takada, knowing thus fact, brought you in as a consultant

When you first met the team, they were si confused

"Umm coach why is Yn here exactly?"- Daichi

"Well I thought YN could teach everyone a little something. Take it away YN"- Takada

So tell us YN 👀 what are we going to learn

"I'm going to teach you guys some simple Spanish"- You, so proud 🤗

The reactions are mixed as you might expect

"YN you do realize whose on our team right?"- Ennoshita

"Literally the dumbest of the dumb YN"- Suga

"They barely know Japanese YN and you expect them to learn Spanish"- Daichi

"Kageyama can barely function as is!"- Asahi

"Ok ok guys chill"- you, sweating a little 😅

"YN how you do you expect us to chill! Omg is there going to be a test?? If we fail can we still play volleyball?"- Hinata

Kageyama 👇🏻

Well if that didn't escalate quickly 😅

"Everyone chill out!! Im going to teach you a few simple words just to help fool your enemy"- you

"Ahh so a confusion tactic"- Daichi

Exactly 🤗

Kageyama js slowly regaining is coming

"I'm not the best with words"- Kags

"It's ok, they are two simple words that you can use occasionally to mix up your enemy when you are in a tight spot

Warning: my Spanish is not the best, I preapologize 🤚🏻

"They are 'derecha' which means right and 'lzquierda' which means left"- You stoked

Pls Kags and Hinata are back to panicking

"YN THOSE WORDS SOUND SO FANCY. ISNT IT ILLEGAL FOR US TO USE FANCY WORDS"- Hinata

Kags just sits there, sweating

Yes bby give us nothing 👏🏻

"Guys chill! You memorized handle signals right?"- you

"Yeah but we use our hands YN not our mouths!"- Tanaka now getting in on the panic

You👉🏻🤦

Takada 👉🏻😏 feel my pain YN

And so begins the descent into operation: fool the enemy

Too bad the only person you're fooling her YN is yourself 🙃

Its the day of the interhighs and you've managed to successfully give yourself a migraine 🤣

Please these boys are just hopeless YN

You've tried everything!

Repeating, breaking it down, heck you even got in there yourself and did it!

And it all FAILED

imagine the one thing you fail at is teaching these idiots 😭

Needless to say, your nervous for Interhighs

Not to mention there are some rather annoying characters 🙄

Case in point, Oikawa 🙌🏻

Because when you first meet him and he makes Kageyama fall on his butt

You literally say "geez that guys a real gilipollas"

"What does that mean YN?"- Hinata

"Dumbass"- you

Hinata 👉🏻🌟👄🌟

Please he runs to Kageyama

"Kageyama you are a real gilipollas sometimes"- Hinata

Please Kageyama thinks it s compliment 🤣🤣🤣

"You really think so"- Kageyama running the back of his head

"Seriously he learns the word for dumbass but he can't learn the words for right and left!"- Suga

"HEY GILIPOLLAS SHUT UP"- Daichi screaming at the group

Well it's good to see they can learn under the right circumstances 😅

Anyways, you are nervous about how much the team has actually learned

You are up in the stands with Yachi

Pretty sure you and Yachi switched places in the nervous department 🤣

"Yn chill out its going to be fine"- Saeko

"Have you seen them Saeko!"- you

"Ok you right you right"- Saeko

Thanks for the confidence boost

However as the game progresses you become more and more nervous because they have yet to use their new secret weapon

Until you hear Hinata shout "lzquierda!"

Everyone else's is like 🤨🤨🤨

Seijoh is so confused

But Kageyama surprisingly knew exactly what to do

Everyone is all 🤗🎉

And you are just like 👁👄👁 they actually did it-

Honestky nobody is more shocked than you

After the game, they all run up to you and are so excited

"DID YOU HEAR ME YN? I wad all like 'bam blam smack'"- Hinata

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 yep I heard you

"Why do you look so shocked YN?"- Daichi smirking

"I actually can't believe you pulled it off"- you, still staring 👁👄👁

"You have such little faith YN"- suga

"Yes, yes I did"- you still staring

Someone check on YN please and thank you!

"I'm really proud of you guys!"- you, starting to tear up 🥲

"Thanks YN, you really saved us out there"- Asahi

"YN can we learn some more words!!"- Hinata

"You should probably learn English first"- you

"I DONT NEED TO KNOW NO ENGLISH"- Kageyama

🤦🤦 somethings never change

[artificial-ascension]

Just a few Smiley HCs, not a big long post just some I swear

He's a demon. He makes it everyone's problem

He's like 450 years old. Everyone keeps asking about major historical events and his response "I wasn't there I was doing other things"

Sometimes he has a reason, like that he was several hundreds of miles away and very young at the time, other things not so much

He got invited to the Boston Tea Party by his brother and didn't go because "He didn't hate tea or British people enough to care"

He did see Alexander Hamilton get shot in person though

Oh yeah also he has a brother. They're not actually realated they were both just born around the same time and got adopted by the same person and stayed together even after they left their pride

Oh speaking of which Smiley's species is weird. I won't give details (I'll put those in another post) but he's actually this weird shadow thing that looks like a weird mix of Slenderman and Pride from FMA. He possesses human bodies because he's not yet strong enough to exist in his true form in the 3rd dimension for more than a few minutes

They also reproduce through a weird version of mitosis meaning no one knows who's related to who and everyone is adopted. Sometimes his species forms large groups called prides but it's also common for them just just roam around either aline or with a few friends

Smiley is unfortunately alone, having not seen his brother for awhile

He has EJ though. They're queer platonic

Smiley's asexual because his entire species is. His ability to feel romantic attraction is debatable. He likes EJ but he's not sure if he considers them in love

He definitely feels something for Nurse Ann though. They met after the Civil War when Smiley first started killing his patients. Ann had a massive crush on him and Smiley decided to manipulate her, eventually killing her as well but fkr the time they worked together he definitely felt something towards her and said feelings have grown over time

Ann on the other hand was resurrected by Zalgo to hunt Smiley's species as the whole species had stopped listening and also they eat other demons sometimes and several individuals had wronged him personally so he just decided to have someone get rid of them and Ann was the perfect candidate he decided

150 years later the undead demon hunter x the demon who killed her ship is... going strong? There's alot of tension between them. Smiley still loves tormenting her and she keeps falling into the "I can fix him mindset" but at the same time They're both really horny for eachother in every way imaginable

His sense of humor is fucked. Everything is funny to him. His favorite movie is Repo! The Genetic Opera and he adamantly believes it is a comedy (That movie contains gratuitous murder scenes with silly sound effects, for context, and he can't get enough of it) His weird blue liquid is only blue because Zydrate is blue and he wanted his to be blue too, so he put food coloring in it

Smiley acts mostly human but alot of the time he can be found acting just a little... off...

He stands weird. He normally keeps his hands shoved in his pockets and tries to stand straight but sometimes he forgets and ends up walking around hunched over with his arms held weird. He alwaus goes up the stairs on all fours

He makes weird noises alot. Generally he only makes them around other demons (EJ has begun to understand what each of his clicks and and cries meam) but sometimes when he experiences alot of emotion at once he'll let a chirp or two slip

He lays weird. He's super flexible and constantly bitches about having to follow the laws of anatomy (in his true form he has no bones, organs or anything else. He's an amorphous shapeshifter) He sleeps and lays curled up like a cat

Also he purs. He's very very cat like but only around certain people

He eats alot too. His metabolism is super fast and he's got dangerously low body fat. Of course at the same time he's a picky eater and prefers his own home grown and caught food. He will eat a few store bought snacks (mostly sweets. Not a particular fan of too much sugar but he will enjoy a cookie from time to time)

He's an amazing farmer. He has a greenhouse where he grows all sorts of things. Tomatoes, strawberries, peppers, spices, everything. He also raises fish, crab, shrimp and cray fish via hydroponics. He also has chickens and a regular plot of farm land that some of the others help him look after

He grows weed too. Alot of it. Smiley fucking loves doing drugs. Back when heroine was in cough medicine he woyld sit in his clinic on a slow day and drink it. Unfortunately drugs are harder to come by now a days. The only stuff he has easy access to is Salvia which is effectively LSD the plant but phycodelics have other effects on his species so he can't use them. He doesn't drink either, he has a very sharp sense of smell and cannot stand being around alcohol so he just gets high and smokes cigarettes. Seriously he smokes like two packs a day and you'd be hard pressed to catch him sober

He's also the masnion weed dealer. He gives it out "for free" but if he gives you weed you owe him something now, so it’s best to have something on hand to trade with him

Also gives people vegetables. He grows way too many for him to use all by himself. This has gained him the nickname Dr. Pepper

Other nicknames include Doc Smiles, Dr. Feel Bad and The Good Doctor Smiley, the latter is widely knkws to be an oxymoron

He is an actual good doctor knowing a wide array of modern medicine, home remedies and old healing techniques form back in the day. He just like to kill people though. Demon instincts and shit

He gives alot of his patients organs tk EJ, he alsk has a special rule about no eye stuff which he claims is for EJ's sake (Eye stuff brings back very bad memories for him) but Smiley cannot handle seeing things happen to eyes either

Smiley is very manipulative. He's spent a long time around humans and knows how to manipulate them. Most demons are actually veey honest creatures however Smiley is not above lies and deception to get his way

If he can't manipulate someone into giving him what he wants he either gets aggressive (While he may appear frail he isn't, thanks to his demonic influence over his physical body he's quite strong. Also tall. He's 6'4 making him the tallest person with a human body in the mansion. Also his teeth are super sharp snd he will bite) or he tries to guilt trip

450 year old demon claiming he should get the last slice of pizza because he's neurodivergent and minor

Which is somewhat true. He's not fully developed yet as a demon and still has about 200 years before he will be, but the actual age he acts is determined by his physical body. His current human body is 38. Not a minor. He dose have PTSD though from being an army medic in several wars along with some mild abandonment issues

Ok I'm done with him. Done done done. Here. Take these.

[shivering-isles-cryptid]

Music in the moonlight

Summary: After Cairo and Khonshu releasing them, Marc and Steven feel empty, without a purpose. That is, until they come to the park one night and find a man playing the violin. Who knew that one song could make so many emotions.

Request: Yes / No

Warnings: An attempted mugging, crying cops, crying Steven Grant, crying reader, blood

Steven was walking his usual trail when he heard it. The soft and sharp sound of a violin. When he did, he had been thinking about everything thats happened in the past 2 weeks. Marc, Khonshu, Laylah, Cairo, losing his job, dying. It was all overbearing, but worst was the sense of loneliness that was left when neither he nor Marc could talk to Khonshu. Thats what led to these walks. Even if he was a heartless, decomposed pigeon, the pair had grown used to him being their. But that emptiness was somehow being filled with that music, the melody lifting all of Stevens emotions. As he moved closer, he saw a man standing in front of the fountain, watching the water and playing. He was completely lost in his song and didn't notice when Steven began listening behind him. As the song kept going, Steven felt more and more emotions build inside him until he began crying. When the man started to slow down before stopping, Stevens eyes were dry and puffy. "Wow." The man whirled around, shock on his face. "Gods, I didn't realize someone was here!" Steven was just staring at him, astounded at the beauty of his music. "You're really pretty. I meam, your.. Your music is really pretty. Not that your not pretty, you are! Well your handsome, but also pretty." The man started laughing and put his violin in its case. "Thank you. Your pretty too." He said with a smirk. "So, what brings you out here tonight...." The man looked at him expectantly. "Hmm, oh! Steven. My names Steven. And I couldnt sleep so I went for a walk." The man sat on a bench, bring one leg under him and the other up to his chest. "What.. What about you? Why are you playing violin in the park at 11:30?" Steven chuckled out and the man gave a small smile. "Lately, my music has been having an.... Effect on people, so I try not to play when there's people around." He said, staring at the floor. "I used to love preforming in front of crowds. The cheers and applause got me through alot. I used to preform at some coffee shops and local bars, but recently whenever I play, people's emotions become.... Razzled. Now, when ever I do, theres no cheers, no applause, just tears, sobbing, and once another person started a fight. Ever since..." He stopped talking, his hand squeezing the bench. He looked to his side and whispered, "I dont regret it. I made my choice." Then looked back at Steven, his eyes wide. "Im sorry, ive just been rambling on and on." The man let out a small chuckle and looked back down. "It's. It's fine, r-really. I ramble sometimes too. Especially when I'm talkimg about Egypt." The man's eyes lit up, and he sent a small glance behond him before looking back at Steven with a big smile. "You like Egyptian History?" A small shine was in his eyes when he asked. Steven began to smile too. "Yeah, I've been researching it since I was a kid. You like it too? Whats your favorite story?" Y/n's eyes lot up and he turned around completely, now sitting on both his legs. "The story of Hathor and Sekhmet." Stevens smile grew, and he grabbed Y/n's hands. "I love that story!" The two just stared into the others eyes, smalls on both their faces, hands in each other's hands, the only sound being their breathing and the fountain. That is until they hear footsteps and a sharp click. They turn and see a man dressed in black, pointing a gun right at them. "Steven, close you eyes." He heard the man say from next to him. "But..." He turned and looked at y/n, whos face was hard and serious. "Close your eyes." Steven felt Marc trying to front, but he listened to y/n and closed his eyes, feeling y/ns hands slip from his and hearing him get off the bench. "Give me all your money! Hey, what.. What are you doing? Oh god!"

I stood in front of Steven, the mugger pointing his gun right at me. "Give me all your money!" Y/n closed his eyes and let Sekhmets rage envelop him. His jeans and hoodie melted away, being replaced my a red leather cuirass and a lions pelt kilt. His shoes disappeared, leaving him barefoot and leathers bracers appeared on each arm. His h/c hair lift up into a small bun on top of his head and a small gold crown enveloped his head. "What are you doing? Oh god!" Y/n charged pulling a dagger from his cuirass and slashing at the gun, cutting it in half. He kicked the mans chest, sending him flying into a tree and then stepped forward, and punching him in his face until he passes out. "Hathors preace." He whispered and the armor disappeared, leaving him in his regular clothes. Y/n tossed the dude to the side and went back to Steven, who still had his eyes closed. "Hey, Steven, its okay now." When Stevens eyes opened, they no longer held the same warmtg, they were colder and scanned over y/n, seemingly checking him for injury. "What happened, are you all right?" Steven spoke in an American accent now, and his hands grabbed y/n's face, scanning him before looking behind him and seeing the beat up man. Y/n heard two gasps, one was gentle and soft, the other was sharp and akin to a roar. He looked back and saw Hathor anx Sekhmet watching the pair closely. "Khonshu's avatar." Hathor said, hand moving from her cow mouth. Sekhmet scanned him with her lioness eyes. "I smell Khonshu's stench, but it's faint, like the morsel doesn't realize the pigeons there. "Hey, hey!" His attention snapped to Steven, whos eyes were filled with worry. "Uh, yeah?" He was thinking about what his goddesses said. How could Steven not realize he's an avatar? "What happened?" Steven asked, his eyes narrow. "I beat him up. I pretended I was giving him my money, amd when I got close enough, I disarmed him, kicked him in the chest and knocked him out. And I may have broken his nose." Y/n looked at the sleeping man on the ground, blood on his face. "Okay, I'll call the cops, you relax." Y/n sat on thr bench, looking at the two women next to him. "This was an interesting night." He whispered to them. "Yes, I'd say it was." Sekhmet said, leaning over the body, sniffing it. "This was a lovely first date for you two!" Hathor said, clapping her hands together. "What?" Me and Sekhmet asked, both pooking at her. "Whats that?" Steven called out from where he was talking to the cops. "Nothing! Thought you said something!" Y/n called out, then looked back at the cow headed goddess. "This wasn't a date, we just met!" Hathor shook her head. "Think about it, first you play him a ballad right under thr full moon, then you two talk about your lives to each other, then you hild hands while staring into each others eyes, and then..."

"You beat a man who tries to kill him half to death. Truly romantic."

Sekhmet was now standing to my right, staring at Hathor, who was sitting on the fountain edge. "It truly is." She said, sighing dreamily. Y/n shook his head, crossing his arms. "Im pretty sure theres less bloodshed on first dates." Sekhmet sighed dissapointedly, "thats a damn shame." Y/n looked at the lioness with narrow eyes before turning to Steven, who was walking back to him. "The cops are on their way." Steven said, sitting down next to me. "Steven, why are you talking like that?" He asked, staring at the man questioningly. Stevens eyes widened before rolling into the back of his head. "Oh you know. Stressful situations and such." He said, now talking in the British accent he was when they met. "Okay, anyway, my names y/n. I just realised I didn't tell you." Y/n said, scratching at the leg. "Thats a pretty name." The American accent was back. Y/n looked up to see Steven shaking his head. "Thank you." Yn smiled at him before laying his head on Stevens shoulder. "So, what do we do while we wait?" Y/n asked.

Steven sat on the bench, y/n leaning against him. "What do we do while we wait?" Steven felt Marc try to front again and decided to step back while he did. "I like what were doing right now." Marc said, faking a British accent. Y/n looked up at him, and Marc looked down giving him a soft smile. "I do to. We should do this again." Marc wrapped his arm around y/n's shoulders. "Cuddle on a park bench after beating up someone? I agree." Y/n and Marc laughed and y/n scooted a little closer to Marc. Marc was feeling guilty though. Y/n thought he was cuddled against Steven the anxious nerd who gets flustered easily, not Marc, the ex-assassin who was famous for not showing how much he truly cared for anyone, not even his wife. "Your really easy to relax around, anx talk too." Y/n said, staring at the fountain. "You too." Marc said, feeling a small tightening in his stomach. "I hope I get even easier to talk to, so you can introduce me to who ever was speaking in the American accent." Y/n said and Marc tensed. He knew, how did he know. Marc looked down at Y/n, who was now looking up at him. "What?" Y/n sat up, putting a hand on Marcs leg. "Im not rushing anything Steven, you'll tell me when your ready." Y/n said and laid back down. Marc was about to say something but thats when the cops pulled up. Marc watched as Y/n approached them and started talking. The cops went from concerned, to defensive, and then a few started crying, and then they nodded, took the guy on the ground, and left. "What did you say?" Marc asked y/n, who was watching the cops leave. "Just explained the situation, nothing more." Y/n reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. "Now, I want to meet up again sometime, so heres my number." Y/n said, opening his phone and handing it to Marc, who typed it into his and sent a quick little hi to him. Y/n smiled and nodded, before kissing him on the checking and leaving to grab his violin. "Bye Steven, hope to see you again sometime soon." Then he left Marc and Steven alone, to walk home and think.

Sorry bought the way Steven talks, I don't know how British people talk so I just wrote it in an American accent.

[leopardmask-ao3]

NHHP 2022 Day 29: What a Cool Guy

Link to the challenge Today’s Word is: Freeze Characters: Tango Season: HC 9 Other tags/warnings: robot Tango, demonpulse, Decked Out 2 in progress Word Count: 575

Summary: Mechanical joints aren't meant for cold weather. In order to build the icy dungeon that he has imagined, Tango's going to need a new look.

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Tango walked, a little stiffly, out of his frozen dungeon onto the front landing. Waiting for him there was a gold-colored, circular sigil, painted on the ground. If Tango didn't know better, he would think someone had been trying to summon a demon on his front porch.

In reality, though, it was the demon himself who had made this circle of magic - and at Tango's request, too. Tango grinned. "Here we go," he murmured. "Right here, just like Impulse said."

Tango had been struggling a little with the climate of his chosen base recently; his redstone mind was processing much faster than his mechanical body could move in the often freezing temperatures. On top of that, his circuits and joints got warm enough to sometimes melt the ice he was trying to work with. 

Plus, Tango was the dungeon master here, and simply wanted a badass new look to make him match the build a little better.

Hence, asking Impulse about a frosty demon spell that he had mentioned before, but apparently never used. And Impulse had delivered, telling Tango how to use the circle magic, and even giving him a specific phrase to say, without which the spell wouldn't activate. To prevent anyone from happening by while both Impulse and Tango were busy, of course.

Tango squared his shoulders and moved his head side to side, wincing a little at the creaking sound his neck made. This would either be really awesome or maybe kill him - if it killed him, though, he could always get Impulse back for it later.

He stepped into the center of the golden sigil and double-checked the communicator panel in his arm for the starter phrase Impulse had sent him. "Faciem me- meam, olet malus?"

Somewhere, Tango could have sworn he heard Impulse snicker. But any suspicion was quickly pushed away by the activation of the spell around him.

The lines of the sigil started glowing; quickly, the glow faded from yellow to purple as stormy clouds roiled up out of them. The light from the circle turned into purple lightning crackling in the clouds, making Tango a little nervous.

An arc of energy struck Tango in the leg. He flinched, but instead of activating pain receptors or any other circuits it shouldn't, it just dispersed, as if it were always meant to be there. The spot where it struck felt... colder.

Tango laughed a little and held out his arms, letting the magic strike again, again, again! The heat from his redstone lessened, lessened, vanished, and yet his movement wasn't hindered by the cold at all. 

The clouds and lightning coalesced into a final, explosive burst. A glamour swept across him, turning his hair to ice and his clothes into an intricate, hooded cloak.

Tango turned, looking himself over with a pleased air. His body still creaked with every motion, but this wasn't the stiff grinding of frozen metal - it was the crackling of ice, sliding against itself throughout his body to smooth his movements as if he weren't cold at all.

He wiggled his fingers, chuckling at the sound. Gradually, the chuckle turned into a much more maniacal cackle. Tango's blue eyes glowed with excitement under the dark hood of his cloak. Oh, yes, this would do nicely, wouldn't it?

He turned dramatically on his heel, the cloak sweeping around him, and easily pushed open the doors to Decked Out. The Dungeon Master was home at last.