#which not at all surprising when a) truly this is so powerful like yes god recording / slide whistling agenda advancement b) sillay

[unproduciblesmackdown]

something put slide whistles in my head which got this refrain looping for me which made me go like Can you do any sorta official the slide whistle? which thank fuck Yes, filmed its world premiere. i really seriously recommend picturing the dancing in your head & doing it yourself even in One Unaccompanied Two Measure Cycle. doing the circley dip to an even imagined slide whistle is exquisite

[haveihitanerve]

Four Times the Batkids Forget They're Adopted, and The One Time Damian Forgets He Isn't

It had started off as a joke, as most things do, and Dick meant nothing behind it, really. It was amusing to him, actually, to tell his coworkers things about Batman and pass it off as his father. “Oh my dad? Yeah hes not big on talking. He loves showing me he cares though.” (this was, of course, in reference to Batman doing three back flips and a kick split when Nightwing had patrolled with him the other day, a classic Nightwing move) But it soon…went deeper. Dick stopped making jokes out of it, and actually began listing things about Bruce. About his Dad. It didn't help that his police friends were actually interested. “So did you and the old man do anything fun over the weekend?” Dick thought back to how he had wanted to surprise Bruce by stopping by for dinner and instead had ended up in the sewer eating granola bars on a stakeout for killer croc, who had escaped. Again. “Oh yeah we had a picnic.” Dick nodded, smiling at Randy. “Yeah. He’s, he’s kinda bad at remembering when to eat a meal on time and all that.” Dick laughed. “Its something I share too. Must be genetics.” He rolled his eyes. Randy laughed, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “I hear you. My old man smoked all the live long day. I try to keep it down, but that addiction gene is just strong eh?” Dick chuckled. “Yeah I guess.” His phone buzzed in his pocket and he waved to Randy, turning to tug it out. It was one, simple message from Babs. “Ur adopted genius. What genes.” 

Jason didn't even know how they had gotten on the topic. But here they were. “Yes. I got my mothers hair, of course, but I get my temper from my father.” Artemis was saying. “I have parents.” Bizarro grunted. Roy laughed, smacking him on the shoulder. “Well you certainly didn't get Kal’s looks buddy. But you do have his killer hair.” Starfire laughed. “That is true. I, for one, share my parents hair and have my fathers powers. But truly the best gene I was given were my mothers eyes.” They all turned to Jason. “What about you?” Roy asked. Jason scratched the back of his neck. “Uh, I used to have my dads eyes but um after the pit y'know,” He waved to his now green eyes. “And actually I have my dads dark black hair, and he’s graying early too, which might be why my white streak is so prominent.” They nodded in agreement. “But yeah, hes actually a little taller than me so maybe I’ll still grow a few inches but uh yeah. I don't… remember my mother enough to talk about her.” “Dang man. I wish we could meet your dad.” Roy murmured, laying a comforting hand on Jason’s shoulder. “Then we could really compare. I mean-” He laughed. “You sound like his carbon copy.” Jason frowned at his friend. “What do you mean? You’ve met Bruce?” They stared at him. “Jason,” Artemis began slowly. “Aren't you adopted?” 

Tim hunched over the information form, eyes straining to read the small print. His hand reached up to stifle a yawn and he settled for a sigh instead. It was late, but Tim needed to get the form done before he went to bed, otherwise everything would be far too stressful in the morning. He reached over and grabbed his coffee mug, a dark black cup that had a red R painted on it poorly. Bruce had made it for him a few years ago when he had first become Red Robin. He sipped it, staring down at the medical form. “Gods I hate having to do this.” He muttered, but reluctantly grabbed the thick medical binder Alfred had obligingly gotten for him when he had asked for medical records of the family. Tim did not under any circumstances, want to have to sit at the doctors office the next day and somehow lie his way through all the medical questions relating to his family history. He didn't have the time nor patience for it, and it was crucial he was given proper medical advice what with his missing spleen. “Any history of heart issues Bruce?” Tim muttered, flipping back past Martha and Thomas to Bruce’s great great great grandfather. “Nope, guess not.” Tim was halfway through the form when he realized the blood coursing through his veins wasn't Bruce’s. 

Steph rubbed a hand across her belly, staring at the monitor. “Your baby looks good Ms. Brown. They’re at the proper stage. Due in about two months. We’ll see you back here for your next check up.” “thank you doctor.” Steph murmured, sliding off the bed and dressing quickly before hurrying out to her car. The car door slammed shut behind her and she breathed, pressing her forehead to the steering wheel. Her phone buzzed. She lifted it and pressed it to her ear, hitting accept. “Hello?” “hey Steph.” Bruce’s voice vibrated through the phone. “How was your doctors appointment?” Steph gave a bitter laugh. “Everything looks good. The baby will come in about two months.” “Thats good. Thats real good.” Steph nodded, eyes closed. “You doing okay Stephanie?” Bruce asked, voice soft. “I don't know.” her voice broke and she squeezed her eyes shut, fighting tears. “I just- I’m so scared Bruce. So scared.” Bruce hummed comfortingly through the phone. “I know Steph. Its scary. And parenting, its hard.” Steph coughed out a watery chuckle. “Was that a hit?” She muttered, rubbing a hand over her face. Bruce chuckled. “No. Baby it wasn't. And just think, you’ll get to see all the firsts I didn't get with you. Their first steps. Their first wave. You might even get to hear them say mama before i kidnap- i mean adopt him or her.” Steph laughed again, and it sounded less watery. “Yeah. Well, when do kids start walking?” She asked in interest, sniffing and sitting up straight again. Bruce hummed. “Well i started walking almost immediately, but Im special.” Steph laughed. “Of course.” “alfred said i first started talking when I was around thirteen months old, and Talia said Damian was walking by ten, but she could have been lying.” Steph nodded. “Tell me more.” She whispered. Bruce obliged, happy to distract her. “Oh and whats probably going to be your favorite, babies, or at least I did, start laughing at around four months.” “laughing?” Steph gasped. “Oh Brucie!!! Thats too funny! Little chubby baby you, the future batman, laughing!” She cooed. She could almost feel his eye roll through the phone and stifled her laugh. “So yeah..” Bruce finished. “You should expect your kiddo to start walking around then. And laughing probably sooner. I would have if you'd be in my life at that time.” Steph was quiet. “Thank you B.” He hummed. “Anytime Steph. I’ll always be here to help you.” “Wait wait wait-” a new voice joined in the background of Bruce. “Are you guys serious right now?” Steph identified it as Jason. “What?” Bruce asked puzzled. “B, Stephs adopted. Her kid is as likely to walk at the same time you did as when she did!” 

“Damian?” “Go away Drake.” Damian called back, riffling through the papers. “Dami?” Tim poked his head into his younger brothers room. “Oh hey kiddo. Whatcha doing?” “I am busy Timothy.” Damian countered in annoyance, shoving the box back under his bed and moving to his desk. “What are you looking for?” Tim asked puzzled. Damian ignored him. “Dami.” “Go away Timothy.” Tim crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Come on Baby Bird. Tell me.” Damian shook his head, covering the blush on his cheeks by poking behind the desk. “Damian.” Tim’s hand was suddenly on his back. Damian jumped. Tim held up his hands in surrender. “Just tell me. I’m sure I can help you find it.” Damian sighed in acceptance, cheeks pink. “I have.. Lost my adoption papers.” He muttered, staring at the floor. But Tim didn't laugh or ridicule him. In fact, when he looked up, his brother seemed thoughtful. “Well i know me and dick and jason have them hung over our beds…” His gaze drifted to the very clearly empty space above Damians bed. “I know.” Damian jerked his head in a nod. “That is why I wished to find it.” Tim nodded in understanding. “Well, lets go look in the den. Thats where Alfred keeps all the legal stuff.” Damian trailed after his brother to the living room and watched as he opened the cabinet and pulled out three boxes. “You look through this one, I’ll search these two.” Tim ordered. Damian nodded, accepting the box. It was where Alfred found them, two hours later, broom in hand. “My dear sirs, what are you doing?” The butler asked in bafflement. “Looking for Damians adoption record.” Tim answered, nose still in some papers. Alfred looked at them. “Master Tim. Master Damian.” The two boys looked up. “Yes Alfred?” Tim asked. Alfred's face was fond and utterly confused. “Master Damian is not adopted. He is Master Bruce’s blood son.” 

@nonepizzawithleftglitter @zombiewithaflowercrown

you asked and you shall recieve!

[writingforatwistedworld]

Self-aware au

Written before the English release!

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, Jp-version spoiler(!!!), death, description of war, unhealthy mindset, religion, obsessive themes, unhealthy family dynamics

General! Lilia Vanrouge/(Platonic) Maleanor Draconia/(Platonic) Knight of Dawn-Yandere headcanons

Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce? Lilia Vanrouge 1.0. The more cold, hard and ready to behead the next human version of the usual Lilia (also known as the Lilia Vanrouge 2.0 model)

Lilia back then was “rough” and I am being nice calling him that

Back then, Lilia was surrounded by loss and a lot of Faes getting everything they ever owned ripped away from them

Of course this impacts him (I mean he is strolling through battlefield after battlefield so of course it does)

Lilia wasn't always such a devoted follower

Yes, he did believe in the Overseer, aka you, but only after witnessing the brutality that came with him being a general did he turn into a follower with such drastic views

After all, if there was no higher meaning to all this violence, to all this loss and despair, what was even the point of it all?

You became his moral, mental and also a bit of a physical crutch for him

Whenever he felt like he was this close to just giving up, he thought about you and that this was part of your greater plan (totally not part of some valley church propaganda)

After witnessing that human hiding behind the Knight of Dawn in all his haughtiness and cruelty, he finally set out on his quest not only to make the humans leave his beloved home but also to make them into loyal believers of the Overseer

But sadly, everything was for nought and Lilia had to go into hiding

The only thing keeping him going was his believe in you having a greater plan

A few hundred years later and Lilia finally found out what that supposed plan of yours was

Laying in that cold, lonely crib was the child of his old, now deceased enemy

Taking the child, now called Silver, in he learned the joy of a family, the boy giving him more joy than anything ever before in his life

Finally, he had found peace. Of course he did. This was your plan all along, right? You must have ordered those three fairies to make his beloved son survive until now, right?

You were, after all, a kind deity. There was no way this was all just a war happening because of greed. Because if this truly was just events happening after events then...

Lilia never finished that thought

The great ruler of the night fae, mighty and powerful sorceress who could fell an entire nation in one swoop if she wanted to was despite her cruel and aloof outside appearance a pretty devoted follower since the beginning

Despite being a Fae, she was feared just like her unborn son due to her powers (and being more or less being on the same level as a nuclear bomb but hey, I doubt that anyone of us would stand next to one of those, right?)

So it is no surprise that she turned to something, someone, to feel less alone

Especially after her husband disappeared did she wish for some sort of sign that she was not alone

And oh boy, did religious propaganda from the high church take that loneliness away

When her beloved son, although in an egg, was born, she visited your altar daily, thanking you for her child being healthy

(This could also be the reason why Malleus is the way he is but I am just a writer and not some all-knowing God so idk, just a theory)

She definitely has "taken care" *cough*totallynotproblematicforarulertobeinfluencedbyreligion*cough* of Fae that were non-believers

How dare their sinful ways dirty your holy image?

See? Totally not problematic

At first she only tried to protect her subjects after the humans attacked and took over parts of her kingdom

But after a while she started to have another goal

What if she shared your splendor with those little useless invaders?

Humans were most definitely vile but you were able to unite so many different kinds of Fae in your name under the Draconia name

So why not also unite those humans in your name in a peace treaty?

Such a kind God you were! Allowing for peace in your name!

And, well, if violence and destruction was needed to make those beings understand and surrender, then that shall be what they get

Besides, she was only honoring her husbands wish to get closer to the humans so who was she to selfishly aim for another goal?

The Knight of Dawn (long name, I know) did not always believe in you

Heck, the poor guy probably never heard of you until he fought the Fae

But if the humans from back then didn't really know about you, then how did he find out about and why did he start to see you as his God?

On this part, I would say, he and Lilia were eerily similair

Both were pushed into a war neither liked, so of course he was also in a very unstable situation which made him, like Lilia, search for something to hold on to

The three Fairies had mentioned before when he was still training to become as strong as he was now, mentioning a kind deity who accepted all, who loved unconditionally

Back then he only thought of you as one of the many deities that were prayed to back then

But once the war started and he saw your churches and cathedrals for the first time, his opinion slowly started to shift until he saw you as the highest being possible

I mean, all of us would if we lost all stability over night, having only destroyed buildings and a half-standing church in front of us

He hated the plundering of your sacred placed even before he became a believer, having the opinion that it was just a cultural difference between the two kinds

This led to him kneeling at the cracked altars of many of your churches, asking for forgiveness, hoping that you would understand that he didn't have another choice

What he would do to witness one of your sermons…

And when he was lonely enough, he imagined you watching down on him from up above

Just like a... a parent

You see where I am going with this?

So when he was facing the Queen he only hoped for your forgiveness, hoping that his loving family member would forgive his gravest sin, him killing a mother

And he found salvation, in letting that child and the retainer escape

Perhaps you could forgive him now

[thewritetofreespeech]

Astarion x Reader

words: 1.5K

rating: T

pairing: Ascended!Astarion x Tav

summary: banking off the Jealous!Tav x Astarion ask, I made one for Ascended verse as well.

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Astarion let out a deep sigh as he walked through the long corridors of his palace towards his chambers. Who knew being a Vampire Lord would be so taxing?

He thought it would be all blood, japes, and all-consuming-power when he ascended, but noooo. Apparently, all that power did not come with an instantaneous dark underground to control and city at his feet. He had to put in effort. Time. A lot of both, which somedays Astarion thought was just not worth it. But his ambitions would not let him rest on his laurels. Even if he did need a rest for the evening.

The doors let out a heavy echo as they close behind him, and Astarion sighed once more as he undid his overcoat. His attention then turned towards the bed as he saw the bedding move. “Darling?” He questioned curiously but knew it couldn’t be.

Tav was out with Shadowheart. Catching up with their dear friend while she was in the city, for reasons that were probably told to Astarion but he couldn’t be bother to remember since he wasn’t going. For once he let them go unaccompanied but was now hopeful that they came back early over missing him terribly.

“Master?” Astarion’s face paled (metaphorically, as it could not get any paler than it already was) as the sheets pulled back an a young, blonde, naked woman appeared from the covers. “I thought you’d never come back tonight.”

“What are you doing here Azura?” He hissed at his latest spawn. A silly girl who begged him for the gift, and Astarion gave it to her for no other reason than he felt his beloved needed a new chambermaid. “You dare enter my chambers, uninvited, and help yourself to my bed. Have you lost your absolute mind?!”

Astarion wasn’t exactly kind to his spawn, but he wasn’t nearly as cruel as Cazador. Which he knew was a very low bar. He gave them a fine amount of freedom to move about the castle. Updated the dorms so they weren’t as spartan as what he had been forced to endure. Almost never tortured them unless they absolutely needed to be punished. And this is how he was repaid?!

“Yes. I have lost my mind. Lost it for you, my master.” He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Oh Gods, the idiot was in love. He recognized that soft stare and devoted posture. If her, quite literally, naked display wasn’t enough of a clue he could nearly smell the pheromones off her. “I wanted to surprise you. I wanted to please you.”

“You can please me by getting out.” He pointed to the door although he didn’t compel her. He wasn’t sure why. Perhaps he wanted to again be kind and give her the choice. Or just a sick morbid curiosity on how this would play out.

“Leave? You really don’t want me here?” She seemed surprised. Given her beauty this may have been the first time she was rejected, Astarion assumed. It always surprised him when his quarry didn’t take the bait. Perhaps this was a similar feeling for her. “You really don’t want me to stay?”

Azura pulled back the sheets to reveal that she wasn’t truly naked. Just in a thin nightgown that was so transparent it was nearly invisible. Her skin smooth. Her legs long. Her cunt neatly shaved and breast taunt & perky. She’ll lead men to this castle in droves, he thought. Unfortunately, her charms were immune to him.

“Yes. Get out. I won’t repeat myself again.”

The girl jumped off the bed and came closer. Astarion hoped it was for the door, but no such luck. His spawn leaned into him, delicate and wanting. Staring up into his eyes like a lover while he stared back at her with a stern look. “Shouldn’t a master be able to taste what’s his when he likes. Don’t you miss my blood from the first time? Tasting it on your lips?”

He wants to tell her no. That he hasn’t thought about it since that first time. Honestly, he hadn’t thought of her since that first time. But mentions of blood, and the reminder of the power he felt when he took her life and made it his own, does get his own blood to hum.

“You can have it again, if you’d like. Take all of me. A lord, a king, can take anything he wishes. I can be your obedient consort as well. Be one of your most beloved spawn.” As she spoke her body and lips moved closer to him.

“What’s going on here?”

The girl jumped back, quickly. Like she had been licked by fire. Astarion stood still. He hadn’t done anything wrong, technically, so he had no reason to be afraid. Although that cool look in Tav’s eyes was making him seriously question that decision. “I said: what’s going on here?”

“I was….I-I was just….I…”

“You were trying to take my place, eh?” Astarion chuckled at his beloved’s blunt response. Direct and to the point as always.

“Darling, as if she could.” He moved over to Tav. Separating himself completely from his spawn to sooth his consort. “This is just some misplaced adoration of a spawn and their master. Granted we’ve gone a little far…”

“It’s not misplaced! I love you!” There was a growl in Tav’s throat and Astarion huffed at the girl’s childish pleas. He really had been trying to help her here. “I would never leave you alone like they would! I would be loyal to you always! I can be twice the consort they are if you just give me a ch—"

She doesn’t get to finish asking for her chance that would never come. As her head was hanging limp to the side, nearly off her shoulders. Blood gushing from the gaping hole in her throat. Spraying across the room and down her thin negligee. Once translucent material now opaque as it was drenched in crimson. “Well…that was something.”

“It’s not funny Astarion!” Tav yelled at him. Their eyes were wild and angry as they whipped around to glare at him. A powerful shiver running up his spine in the face of that heat.

“Of course it’s funny. All this for something so trivial. As if this scrap of nothing could have replace you. My beloved, perfect consort.” Astarion came close and lifted their bloody hand to kiss it gently. “No one could, would, or ever will replace you, my love. My wicked heart is yours, for all eternity.”

“Why didn’t you tell her that then?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t think it needed to be said.” His poor dead spawn had to know she was taking a long shot when she came here. And if she didn’t then she was too dumb for Astarion to have around anyway. Still, he supposed Tav was right. He could have made more of an effort to stop her. “Still, it is rather cute that you can still get jealous over my affection. It makes me so hot. Watching you fight over me.”

He heard Tav sigh when he kissed by their ear and then jaw. Hearing them mutter, “not much of a fight” which made his cock harden in his breeches.

“Perhaps I should flirt with women and men more often.”

Astarion felt a hard jerk of his own pristine, sharp jaw away from Tav. Their nails digging into the soft skin of his cheek as they stared at them with a blazing hatred he hadn’t seen since the Elder Brain or that disgusting necromancer in the crypt. “Don’t.” A single word. Sharp. Direct.

He doesn’t like to be told ‘no’ often these days. He’s killed men for less presses against his authority. But that sharp look, one that promised his beloved would leave a trail of bodies like rose petals at his feet if he even pretended to be interested in them, made his blood boil with desire. It’s a beat in his heart that echoes his own. The agonies he would face on men who even stared at his beloved too long. Their glances were only for him. Their body was only his. Their conversations, their passions, their life, their loyalty, all of it was his. He supposed the least he could do was not pretend to be fickle with it.

“Very well, my love. I won’t. My sweet words will, as always, be for you alone. Plus, we can’t have your jealousy wreaking havoc all over the castle & city. Just think of the stains.”

He kissed Tav, to reassure them that his love was for them and them alone, picking them up and carrying them to the bed to remind them properly. As he carried them to their bed, he stepped over poor dead, double dead, Azura’s body. Already forgotten. Already not even a memory. Just a stain in the carpet that would need to be sorted out in the morning.

[pumpkinbxtch]

Yes well, I've been following you for a while and I like a lot of yours… Well everything, I would like to request a Leo Valdez (We all love him, I don't argue) x Children of dionysus, thank you!

love at first eightminutes sight ෴⁠

— leo valdez x children of dionysus!reader

warnings; none, language a/n; hi! thanks for reading me. i'm so flattered 🥹 i hope you like it ): andd ik, In the photo they are cherries but let's be silly, lol.

Those 8 minutes were the toughest for Leo.

Dealing with his concentration issues when people talked about things he wasn't interested in was bad enough, but having to face someone as cute as you while that was happening didn't seem like a good decision on Dionysus's part. Leo was surprised because, being the god of wine and other pleasures, he thought Dionysus would understand.

— Valadez, are you listening? — The god tapped the table, bringing Leo's attention back. Leo saw his name on the corner of the blueprints made by Athena's children and wondered why that man never bothered to pronounce his name correctly, neither his nor anyone else's.

— Yeah, sir — Leo replied, not too enthusiastically, but it was enough for Dionysus to continue his speech, which Leo decided to ignore to keep admiring you. Seconds were enough for him to notice how your lips sparkled with some kind of gloss that tempted him even more to taste them, as well as the way you occasionally bit your lower lip, making him wonder if it tasted as sweet as your gaze, which, unlike his, was focused on your father's explanation.

— Do you understand?—Dionysus asked insistently, thinking Leo was playing dumb. Although he wasn't wrong, the son of Hephaestus nodded confidently for him to continue.

If he could get closer to you... would you smell like grapes? Maybe with a gentle breeze, he could find out, and then he wished he had Jason's power.

— Am I right? — Your father asked you in the middle of his explanation, and you nodded.

— Yes, father.

Leo opened his eyes slightly wider, hearing your voice for the first time, feeling a warmth in his fingertips warning him not to get too excited, or he would end up revealing his interest in you in front of everybody. The way you smiled at Dionysus made him truly want to be interested in what he was saying, but it was a lost cause; you had him in some kind of trance from which he didn't want to escape either. How would Leo feel if he were able to make you smile?

— Then, in this part of the plan is when you come in — Leo was startled by the sudden increase in volume and nodded repeatedly to disguise it, stealing quick glances in your direction to avoid being caught. So when your eyes met his, Leo almost burst into flames from embarrassment. You didn't immediately look away; you held his gaze, and he saw a sparkle in them that he had never seen in anyone else's. Was your mother Ariadne? Were you made of something truly divine, being one of Dionysus's only children?

A smile began to form at the corner of your lips, making Leo feel like he was about to fall flat on his face, but the table he was leaning on wouldn't allow it.

—So? — Dionysus asked, tapping the table hollowly, and the empty look in the boy's eyes said it all: He hadn't heard a damn thing. The god let out a guttural groan and rolled his eyes, muttering something about when his father's punishment would end.

You let out a laugh that immediately relaxed your father's shoulders, and to Leo, it seemed better than any power anyone else could have. Dionysus snorted and rolled up the blueprints, handing them to Leo, who clumsily took them.

—You'll figure it out, kid. Now, scram.

No, he didn't want to leave. Leo began to stammer, trying to find a reason to stay a little longer, but before he could do so, the god was dragging him toward the exit with a flick of his finger.

— Father — you called, and his attention shifted to you, halting the magic. Your father's purple eyes questioned you, and you smiled calmly as you pointed to some papers on the table that had slipped from the blueprints.

Dionysus tried to take them, but you stopped him, asking him to let you do it for him. Leo was dumbfounded. Would you accompany him to the exit? Had he died again? Why didn't it feel as bad as the first time?

Your hair shimmered in the light as you leaned over for the papers, and he noticed that your nails were painted with burgundy nail polish. Everything about you was intoxicating, new, and when you started walking, he felt a heat burning from within him as if he had taken a sip of sherry. Was it because he had fallen in love with you at first sight? Or was that the effect you had on him?

The tips of your shoes touched his, causing him to lose his balance, and you shook the notes in the air.

— I'll walk you out —you said. Dionysus glanced sideways and suppressed a curse because he knew you very well. You never approached anyone.

Leo swallowed hard and nodded, taking steps back to walk with you to the exit of the Big House.

—And well...— Your words came without warning, even to you. You didn't know you had the courage to confront a guy as handsome as him. When Leo turned to you, his curls bounced, making you want to run your fingers through them... and you did.

The brunet jerked back and started to stammer again, yeah, he always acted like don juan, but few times did someone approach him the way you were doing.

—And well?— he asked when his tongue allowed him to form something coherent. You sighed as you descended the first step.

— Are you going to ask me out, or are you going to keep staring at me every time my father calls you?

He froze, wanting to meld into the porch wood, but you didn't let that happen because you pulled him towards you, confirming many of his suspicions. Yes, you smelled like grapes, and you were more beautiful up close.

— Do you want to go out? — he managed to ask after stuttering like an idiot. He looked at your eyes shining along with the smile you showed him, and now he knew how it felt to make you smile, and he had become a fan of it.

— I'll see you around, repair boy —and you pushed him down the last porch step before going back inside.

Oh shit, to hell with the camp blueprints, he had to plan a good date for you.

*don juan: kind of womanizer but not that too much.

[blueishspace]

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*Grian's (Mother Spore) pov*

Ok, you are done. You thought this was going to be exciting...and it was! At first...but Xonorth and that Quackity guy been talking about what is basically nothing for the last hour and it doesn't seem like It's going to stop being like this for a while still.

You are bored out of your mind, the other villains are fully out and Mumbo looks like he's one loud noise away from folding onto himself and becoming a black hole... You haven't even begun discussing the actual plan to defeat the cult thing! And that's the whole reason why you are here.

So you cough up, you get everyones attention and the room's temperature drops. Everyone is staring at you, Boogeyman is frozen, the duck guy is intrigued, Xonorth just looks offended and the others seem to just be confused.

Mumbo tries to get your attention.

"Mother Spore!"

"..."

"What do you think you are doing???"

"..."

It's kinda sad to watch him struggling like this, you wonder why he came here in the first place when he's so socially anxious. . . He does deserve a bit of an explanation though, call it pity or call it sticking to your deal with him.

"I got bored"

. . .

"Wha-"

You turn.back towards the table, the room only growing more cold as you push fungi to grow in the corners and darker spots of the room.

"I'm sure everyone here was flattered to have been invited here... However I feel the current discussion isn't going anywhere."

Xonorth hits the table with his fists and Mumbo barely restrains himself from jumping back... Xonorth just snarls at you, quite pathetic really.

"These are matters between me and him, do not speak of that which is not any of your buisness Spore."

"They became my buisness...no, our buisness, when you decided to discuss it so boldy here in front of us during this meeting... And It's Mother Spore for your information."

"How dare you! You-"

"Really it is... surprising that you would divulge your own business so freely in front of so many people. Really, if said buisness was anything of worth you would have put yourself in quite the sticky situation. Of course, luckily for you, everything you have discussed thus far was truly a waste of everyone's time."

You hear the noise of someone covering up a laugh and something resembling a dying breath, you can guess the latter was Boogeyman, call it a hunch...

Behind Xonorth tendrils grow out and spread, the others don't really look impressed, so that's how he wants to play? His loss. You can do that as well, the wall behind You is soon covered in mycelium... He even tries to attack you, sending a tendril your way but you just sidestep it and grab it, as you keep hold on it as mushrooms begin to grow onto it until it is dried out completely and turns to dust.

"Me and Boogeyman were told there would be no fighting here, clearly we were lied to."

Here the casino owner is shocked out his stupor and moves to de-escalate the tension between you and the other.

"No! Ehm, I mean, I'm sure we can resolve this like civilized men."

Can you, you are no man and Xonorth is hardly civilized.

"We have still much to discuss after all. For example-"

"The plan. To deal with that...eggpire problem?"

"Ehm, why yes!"

"Perfect, then we'll stay here a while longer, just to hear the details"

You sit back down, Boogeyman is still frozen in place, you might have to check if he's still alive though, It's hard to tell still the way his breathing is so shallow.

"Recently I have discovered a banquet is going to be held by the Egg bastards and I got an in on how to get in."

Boogeyman unfreezes at that and still slightly shaken asks one very important question.

"And why do you need us?"

"You, I need you for some technical work to deal with some of their weirdly advanced protections, they spent a pretty huge amount of capital on protecting their egg... As for everyone else I might have a way in but we need power if we want to do anything against them"

"So? You want to crash this party then?"

"That's the plan, at least the basis of it"

". . . I see, guessing there's more of it."

"Of course, that's what I hoped all of you would join me in ironing out."

[fernpetals]

Alright, Can you write about Donaka Mark became obsessed with a girl and decided to kidnap her? Warning: Non-con

There you go the entire request!

I'm sorry I was scared that you didn't accept non-con.

Hi, this surely took its time. But here it is. Hopefully, this is not the worst thing you've read. It's kind of rushed because I wanted to keep it short.

Masterlist

Warning: NON-CON/Extreme DUB-CON, Voyeurism, Stalking, Corruption Kink (It's Donaka Mark), Implied Kidnapping.

Banner by @cafekitsune

Yandere Donaka Mark x Reader

He first saw her in a club—a newly opened New York. He wanted to set his foot there, and the best way was to open a club before he began to spread his claws. It wouldn’t have been easy to spot someone as plain as her from where he stood. The place was packed and the lighting did not help. But he was not just anybody. He was Donaka Mark. His eyes trailed to her like a hungry wolf’s senses to the fresh smell of its prey. Of course, he could not smell her, but it took him only one look. One look and he knew that she was innocent—like a fresh bloom still holding on to the tree.

He could not take his eyes off. There was a spark, a spark that turned into a burn. It surprised him, but at the moment, he did not mind; he only watched and kept watching. The way she laughed, the way she tucked her hair behind her ear, the tentative sips from her drink, how she never made the mistake of leaving her drink alone like many overconfident fools did.

He watched her from above as an indifferent demi-god watches the creatures below—fascinated, yet somehow confused at the instant intrigue. But she wasn’t just ‘another creature’, no, there had to be something about her, she was a nymph among animals.

Nothing was the same after that day.

She was no fighter, she gave him, technically, no ‘entertainment’ no bloody show of life and death. But he liked to watch her. He liked to watch her do the most mundane of tasks, he liked to watch her write, read, cook, sleep and go about her life. But most of the time, in the darkness of his room, he liked to watch her touch herself. 

Oh, how would this naive little thing know? That her home was bugged, that there was a camera in every corner of her little apartment? She wouldn’t. She had no clue that his favourite camera was the one at the end of her bed, through which he could see the whispering sweetness between her soft thighs. He knew they were soft by the way the bed welcomed them. Her eyes were perhaps the most fascinating part of hers. Donaka had stared at so many pictures of her, pictures of her going to work, sleeping, and pictures of her in the bathroom. But nothing would compare to those two beautiful orbs that exuded the kind of innocence that made him drool.

The nights he would get to watch her, touching herself, were the ones that were spent in his room alone in the darkness while his laptop screen showed her fingers rubbing her clothed cunt as she tried to get rid of the day’s frustrations. 

Donaka was not the kind of man to think the way he was thinking—technically, he was thinking exactly as he would but…He never thought he would look at a woman and want her to the extent he wanted her. If it were up to him, she wouldn’t have to work another day. He would be snug under the covers, sleeping on his bed, maybe even wearing one of his shirts, while she would wait for him. And when he is done with her, she would be dripping, white cream rolling down her supple thighs, only for him to scoop that up and push it back between her swollen lips.

How many times had he taken out his manhood, looking at her touching herself through the screen? With each stroke, he found himself closer to her, almost as if he could touch her—truly touch her. But the screen…Yes, the screen was between them.

A man like him had all the power and resources at his fingertips. It wouldn’t be impossible to just take her—whisk her away from her stupid life and bring her to him. It would be easy, in fact. But it wouldn’t be fun.

And Donaka always liked a good, tricky game.

—----

(Y/N) wouldn’t say that her life was straight out of the fairytale. But at this point, it was stable—something she had craved all her life. She had craved it since her mother walked out of her and her father’s life, leaving (Y/N) behind with an emotionally distant father. How would a twelve-year-old know, how to bring herself up? How to stabilise a rocking boat in a storm?

But she learnt. As they said, there was no better teacher than life. (Y/N) learnt. She stopped trying to contact her mother when she turned seventeen, and by the time she passed college, she had given up trying to win her father’s affection. He was a shell of the man he used to be, and it would never get better.

She did not cry when he passed away, six months ago. She was more or less, the culmination of various mechanics working together while she went by, taking care of things at his funeral and everything that came after it.

This job, was tiring, like any other desk at a looming corporate building with stunning lighting. But it gave her a sense of surety, the stability she had craved all her life.

Maybe that’s why, when she heard the news of the company being bought out by a bigger company—originally dealing with security, now branching out to other sectors—it filled her with an uncomfortable sense of cold. Not dread, she had been too numb to feel such things to such an extent. But perhaps this was her version of dread—(Y/N) didn’t know, she did not know so many things—the only thing she knew was to try to live and the fact that she didn’t know much.

Thankfully, only the management changed, not the jobs of her and her colleagues. It was all good—stable, so it was good. Until the company dinners started. The owner was the CEO of the security company, she didn’t even remember the name. But he would join the company dinners that had never been so lavish before. They felt more like feasts. She often wondered why would he be so interested. Donaka Mark. That was his name, she found out at the second company dinner. 

He was a handsome man—not much taller than six feet but taller than her, yet he had the energy that declared that he owned the room. 

(Y/N) had no intention to speak to him. But when her manager introduced him to her. The manager introduced all her colleagues as well, but something was unsettling about his gaze. Even when he smiled—a wide smile—she noticed, there was barely any warmth to it. 

“How do you like working here…”

“(Y/N), (Y/N)(L/N). I like it here, Sir.”

“Please, Donaka would be fine.” He responded with a smile.

He began to visit the company more often and had company dinners once a month. (Y/N) doubted her first impression of him—he was such a kind man. As kind as an employer could be.  They now had cabs dropping them and picking them up. She often found him strolling around the office, at different times, on different floors. She would keep her distance though. She felt like every other employee—Donaka Mark seemed untouchable.

But she was a stupid girl.

Never noticing how he smiled a little too wide, or how his eyes darkened at the sight of her. No, (Y/N) was stupid for not following her instincts, never following her instincts. She ignored the way her stomach fluttered with slight discomfort every time Mr Mark spoke to her, smiled at her, praised her. 

There had always been, always a little girl hidden away, craving for her parent’s approval, her father’s care, at least one word of affirmation, a proud smile—that little girl was starved. And Donaka Mark fed the little girl by acknowledging her hard work, praising her in that baritone voice of his—buttery with the perfect friction of rasp that sizzled into a hot gruff edge—yes, delicious, made her gulp too. 

Donaka knew that he was a patient man, but he was also a hungry beast, and he had been starving for six whole months—imagining her face when he had his manhood buried between another woman’s thighs or mouth. The fleeting touches were enough, for a while. But now they felt like he was being edged, and it had been a long, long time. Only watching her was not enough, he wanted more. He needed more. 

And (Y/N) found that by being bent on his desk, wrists held hostage, first by his enormous hands, then by his belt. Tears gathered in her eyes, spilling out as she gasped feeling his thick finger on her folds.

 How did she end up there? Oh, right, she was working late. She should have run the moment she entered his office when he called for her. He marched sauntered towards her with the lazy walk of a tiger who knew it had cornered its prey. Her heart lurched forward at that. Every hair on her body had warned her, but she was stubborn, stupid—’ too trusting’, as people would kindly put it instead of calling her a fool. It would have been less humiliating had it been painful. But it was not. What truly riled her up, made her feel utterly humiliated was that it felt good. It felt delicious. The ease with which his two thick fingers entered her made it obvious.

“Mr Mark, please!” She did not know what else to do, she could not even think of anything else other than his thick, long fingers inside her, rubbing against her walls, reaching deeper and deeper.

“You want me to stop?” She could hear the smirk in his voice “I don’t think you do, sweet thing, your walls are squeezing my fingers.” 

(Y/N) shuddered with a shaky breath. She bit his lips stubbornly to keep the moans from spilling out. Was that how she was supposed to end up?

Was it because she fancied her boss? But she never thought of anything like that.

“Oh! Hn–Donaka!”

She tasted metal when her lips stubbornly slipped away from her teeth the moment his fingers pressed against that sweet spongy spot that made her see stars, but no other man had been able to make her see stars. She tried to fight it with all her will, tried to think of something else, anything else—even envisioned him as some distorted monster figure.

“Come on, sweet thing, give up now.” 

But nothing worked, his voice was poisoned honey, an evil bloom that lured one with its fragrance but when squeezed would pour our deadlies of toxins. Her back arched when she felt her walls spasming uncontrollably like they had a mind of their own and the unmistakable gush of wetness that brought a lewd, squelching noise as his deft fingers continued to move. 

His fingers–still moving.

That was all (Y/N) could think of as she shut her eyes, lost in the high of the orgasm—it was like she was in a daze. Perhaps she was in a daze, not even realising that she let out short steam when his fingers began to move like scissors at work. She felt stretched out—that was the purpose, she realised, when he pulled his fingers back just as she was at the brink of another orgasm, and turned her around, making sure she was looking at him in the eyes as she spread her legs wider, bending her knees.

For a moment she thought he would stop when his fingers pulled out. But she was horrified at the hiss leaving her mouth at that.

This was the moment he had envisioned, her dazed eyes looking up at him as he took her, ravaged her and left nothing behind. Parted lips and flushed cheeks with tears running through them—she was a sight he would have painted had he been an artist. But he was no artist, he was a monster. The world was ruled by monsters and sweet things like hers would meet a bad faith either way. His hungry eyes raked over her unbuttoned shirt. He reached out to pull down the straps of her bra, twisting and pulling the piece of undergarment to the point of being damaged as she whimpered, crying out in fear and….well he knew the glint far too well. He did not even need to see the glint, his fingers were drenched.

“You like to think you hate it, hmm? But you are so drenched–tch. Naughty girl, coming on my fingers while lying mouth pleads me to let go? What do you actually want (Y/N)?”

There was no rush in his movement, he knew there was no resisting or defeating him. It was a pebble against a rock—a rigid, stone-cold rock.

He was a rock indeed.  

He had been so still and patient, waiting for her to fall into a trap—but this was a stubborn little thing under him—sweet honeyed words were not enough. But he knew the right words and actions, she did come close, but hovered over the edge, like a line she had drawn and must not cross. He appreciated that, someone who knew the boundaries. But he was desperate. He was mad with it.

“They should have appreciated you, for the sweet little thing that you are—you always have been the good, dutiful daughter. The good friend, the good neighbour, the good employee— the model citizen. Isn’t it great, that someone finally sees you for what you are? Attention starved?”

He smirked, revelling at how his words delivered the blow to her resolve. Spreading her legs further,  he unzipped zipping his pants without breaking his gaze.

(Y/N) whimpered, feeling the formidable size knocking at her entrance, ready to invade and claim her as if she were a prize. His words hit a nerve, ached in ways she had thought she had grown out of—but evidently, she was wrong. She shut her eyes tight, only to feel him clasp her cheeks and squeeze it as a warning.

“Don’t try me.” 

The edge in his voice felt like the pointy edge of a curved sword tapping against her chin—one wrong move and she would perish. With tears clinging to her eyelashes, she blinked and looked at him. She would like to say that she felt nothing but humiliation and pain and that it was an unpleasant experience. But in reality, (Y/N)’s mind was in chaos. She was terrified, she was aroused, she was angry, bitter, upset, and most of all, ashamed of how she had to fight tooth and nail just to keep her moans from spilling.

He was surprisingly gentle while sliding in, despite the feeling of the fabric of his pants against her inner thighs and being reminded of the gross power imbalance, his formidable size did not cause her the pain she had been anticipating, only slight discomfort. The man knew his way around the female anatomy—he could have had anyone.  

And yet, there she was, helpless sprawled under him like his personal doll. It was a slow and intense torture, a twisted version of her hell where her mind screamed but her body sighed, biting into the fruit of sin.

He kept a deliberately slow pace, compelling her to experience every inch of him and remember it truly. How could she ever forget, when his tip was kissing her deepest, sweetest part? He made her see stars while simultaneously burning her in a self-made pyre.

His words still echoed somewhere far away in her mind. ‘Attention starved’. She hated the word because there was always some truth in it. She inherited that from her parents, which she chased for so long until a numbness took over. 

But she could not let those thoughts linger for long—not when he was thrusting into her so fully, so deliciously. (Y/N) mewled out when his thumb rubbed her clit, the inevitable orgasm pulled her down with a force that took her by surprise.

She hated herself for craving this, for enjoying this, it was humiliating, depraved, but at the moment, all she could do was to throw her head back as she arched her back, gushing around his manhood, walls spasming as she looked into his darkened gaze. Maybe there was something twisted in her indeed.

She felt him spill inside her—the warmth stung yet made her spasm and finally, she was fluttering her eyes close. The feeling of lightness took over. She could hear her ragged breathing mixed with his. The silence amplified the squelching sound of him pulling out of her, and it only added to the layer of shame. But she was so tired, so numb at the movement, it was a challenge, even to move.

Donaka had thought that once he had it, it would fizzle out—the madness would be gone like morning mist. But if anything, he felt the flame turn into a wildfire. Maybe their souls weren’t so different after all—life had never been fair, but the fire moulded them into two distinct personalities. Perhaps, under the right circumstances, he could bring the darkness out of her. Wouldn’t that be beautiful? The ultimate purpose of life was to snuff out the light of the halo over her head and bend it, breaking it into the form of two horns. 

Maybe he should keep her, after all. With that thought, he took his blazer thrown on the chair and draped it over her form. Her disoriented eyes met his gaze with questions, but they widened in panic when he picked her up.

“You are coming with me. I suggest you not to waste your energy in trying to make a scene.” He warned gruffly, holding her closer as he walked out of his cabin with others in his arms.

His grip tightened as a non-verbal warning, fingers digging into her skin, promising consequences. She whimpered out, shivering against him. A better man would have let her go. 

But Donaka Mark was not a good man. He knew he wasn’t, and he could not care any less.

****

The writing was rushed, kindly excuse any error(s).

[sleepingdayaway]

Player has the Fierce Deity Mask

So uh this is an old writing I found in my docs and I decided to post it since I probably won't continue this. I did this for fun and for a discord server I'm in, but if you decide to read this then thanks!

Characters: Fierce Deity

Short Summary: What if player interacted with the Fierce Deity Mask first and refuses to give it back.

Waking up in the middle of the woods with a weird ass mask in their hands was definitely not on [Name]'s list of being woken up to, especially since there was a bunch of screeching noises around them.

When finally coming to the realization that they are in fact not home they quickly sat up and backed away from these weird pig monsters, although they look oddly familiar. That's when they noticed a mask that fell onto their lap, and lifted it up to see it properly. It's a perfect replica of the Fierce Deity mask from Majora's Mask, a game they used to play a lot, when they had the time.

Their eyes widened before looking back at the monsters and at which they realized that they are in fact, bokoblins from the Breath of the Wild game version, but the strangest thing is that they refused to get any closer to them. The bokoblins were screaming and clawing at them as if trying to reach them, but they couldn't, one even went as far as to throw a rock at them. It was able to hit them in the arm.

"Well? Are you not going to deal with them?" Spoke a voice from nearby, it sounded gruff as if it hadn't spoken in a while.

"What in the fuck? God???" 

They replied as they looked up in the sky with confusion on their face; the mask still in their hands. A chuckle was heard before the voice spoke again, "My my, tell me little one, are you able to hear me?"

[Name] looked down at the Fierce Deity mask and held it close to their face examining it, "Wait a damn minute, are you talking? Or am I hearing voices again."

A laugh was heard which caused them to turn red from embarrassment, "You are quite amusing, little one."

A breathy laugh came from [Name], "I will take that as a compliment, but uh I don't actually have anything to get rid of those nasty ass pigs since I deadass just woke up here with just you." It seems that the bokoblins could understand them since two more rocks were thrown at them, as they let out a scream before dodging them.

It was silent for a moment before the mask spoke again, "I will make a deal with you, I will lend you my power to deal with those pests as I said before."

[Name] held the mask closer to them staring for a moment before responding, "I swear, if I die because of a mask I'm going to cry."

They got up from the ground before looking back down at the mask. They aren't sure if they took any strong drugs before going to bed, or if this was one hella vivid dream they're having. Reluctantly they placed it onto their face, and they stood there for a moment before their vision turned white, but they could've sworn just before they blacked out they heard it speak again.

"Yes, I truly do hope you'll live after this, little one."

[Name] woke up again abruptly, they were breathing heavily as if they've been running for a while, before looking around at their surroundings; in the place where the bokoblins once were, there are now piles of random items those monsters dropped and disappearing purple smoke. In their [dominant hand] holds the Fierce Deity mask in all its glory as they use their other hand to drag it across their face while exhaling deeply to calm their breathing. "Holy shit, I don't remember what the fuck happened once I put it one, but damn am I tired."

"It appears that you survived, congratulations, dear, " the mask spoke and it sounded like it was in fact happy and surprised that they lived.

[Name] stared at it with a smile on their face, "Keep complimenting me and I just might get attached to you, but uh after that don't you think it's fair that we introduce each other?"

"Hmmm… yes, I do believe so. I am the Fierce Deity, I come from the land of Termina, and, currently, I take the form of the mask you hold in your hand."

That earned a huge grin from them, "Nice to meet you, Fierce Deity, I'm [Name] and I am not from here, actually…how did I get here?" They tried to remember the events that happened before being in the forest.

 The images of a dark shadow lingering in the corner of their room, and red eyes appearing from it before lunging at them. A weird colored thing also showed up and then them and the weird red eyed shadow falling into it.

Fierce Deity spoke up, "I see, so it was that damn shadow creature who brought you here. I believe it is beneficial if I stay with you, so you will not perish. I also may be able to lead you to a group of adventurers; who are also in the same difficult situation as you." He said soothingly since he knew that you probably won't enjoy being with a person who would antagonize you in a world you are not familiar with.

 "Yeah? I appreciate that very much, Fierce Deity. Well I agree to those terms, I'll gladly have you with me as we find those guys you-" they were cut off by the sounds of multiple footsteps being rushed towards them. A chuckle could be heard from him, "It appears we haven't even needed to search for them at all. They have found you."

It seems that he was right as a tall man rushed forward, and stared them down with one eye, a couple of other guys also behind him staring at them as they caught their breaths.

The oldest and tallest one of the group stepped closer towards you with one of his hands reaching out, "I am sorry for asking this suddenly, but may I please have that mask back?"

[Name] stared at the group in shock as they took a step back and held the Fierce Deity closer to them, "Fuck no, he's mine-"

[daemour]

Pairing: royalty!Mingi x royalty gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff, light angst, royalty au, arranged marriage au

Warnings: none

WC: 1898

Summary: You and Mingi aren't friends, not even after marriage. But you're not enemies either. In fact, you don't know where you stand but after an incident maybe it could be something more?

after being complained at for "never writing Mingi" (ahem @mingsolo) here we are! to tide us over while i struggle through nanowrimo i have a handful of prewritten fics so y'all aren't dehydrated

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“With the power vested in me by the Gods, I unite Princess (Y/N) (L/N) and Crown Prince Mingi Song in holy matrimony, thus joining their kingdoms.”

The priest leads the two of you to join hands, and as you do light shines from within your clasped hands. The ceremony is over and you are now married to the…well, former nemesis of your people. The funniest thing was when you were just toddlers, your parents had even talked about marrying the two of you together. But then something changed. And it wasn’t long before both countries were locked in a war before you even had the chance to talk to the prince for more than your greetings.

It was devastating. Both countries were large and powerful, and the smaller kingdoms around them suffered for it. It was only when his father died that the high empire intervened and, as a result, decided to use your marriage to make peace. Mingi would not be crowned until he was married to you, and the wedding took place much sooner than you had hoped.

Which brings you to now. Neither you nor Mingi talked or even looked at each other the entire carriage ride home. It was not a joyous occasion, not for the two of you. No shared beds, or rooms, just barely acknowledging each others' presence.

In fact, you’re pretty sure he hates you. He rarely acknowledges your presence. You don’t know what to do with yourself in this hellhole. All you do is show your face in the throne room when needed and then retreat to either your private gardens or room until next called for.

“Yuri, could you do me a favour?” you call for your handmaiden, who might just be one of your only friends in this dreadful castle. The servants like you well enough but there’s only some much kindness they can offer before the nobles’ words get to you.

“Yes, milady?” Like a ghost, she moves to stand beside you, her hair glowing in the sun. Sometimes you look at her and feel she would be a so much better fit for the role of queen here. You can barely hold the attention of the court ladies while Yuri can shut them up with a single polite sentence. “How may I assist you today?”

“Could you do me a favour and fetch me some tea? You know my favourite. I’ll take it in my room, and you can take the day off.”

Yuri bows her head. “Thank you, milady.” You can hear the smile in her voice, excited at the prospect of a day off. You wave her off and as she enters the side door, you lean back on your hands and enjoy the rays of sunshine on your face for just a moment alone. You take moments like this with gratefulness, as it’s only when you’re truly alone that you feel almost at home.

With another sigh and a crack of your back, you brush off your full skirts and make your way to your room. It’s when you almost reach your quarters that you run into Lady Miyoung, a lady of high social standing that you heard was rumoured to be marrying Mingi before the war had started.

“Lady Miyoung, what a surprise,” you greet her quietly, tilting your head into a bow. “I did not expect to see you near this wing.” You did not expect her because this area is regulated strictly as only you, your personal servants, and your husband are allowed entrance.

“Oh, yes, a pleasant surprise, I’m sure,” Miyoung sniffs haughtily and your eye twitches. As much as she despises you, she’s popular among the court and if you dare raise a word against her the social exile you would face would be irreparable. “I heard the most interesting conversation the other day, you know.”

“Ah,” you are not quite that interested in court gossip, but if Miyoung found her way into your wing without being stopped, it must be something important.

“I heard,” Miyoung leans in as if you’re sharing secrets about childhood crushes, “that King Mingi has been looking for a second wife to bear him a son. A woman of his court, with high social standing, of course. In fact, I heard that he’s quite sick of his war trophy.”

And her words cut you deep. You know she’s referring to herself as the lady of the court with a high social standing, and that you are his war trophy. She’s not subtle, but she’s subtle enough that you cannot sentence her to anything without the wrath of the court against you. You feel your throat tightening but you force an almost painful smile on your face. “I see. Well, the rumours of the court have no bearing on how I will go about my day, so I thank you for your wisdom. You may leave.”

Miyoung raises a perfectly shaped brow, no doubt pleased at your obvious hurt but also craving more of a reaction. “Now, now, there’s no haste. A court doll like you must have nothing else of interest as her husband, His Royal Majesty, has much more important matters to attend to.”

Your eyes widen in shock. Never before had a court lady been so openly disdainful of you. Behind your back, easily, but to your face and in your quarters? You open your mouth to rebuke her but before a single word leaves your mouth, you hear wind rushing past your ears as a person stands before you. As your eyes move up his broad back your hand flies to your mouth as you recognise the back of Mingi’s head.

“My King,” Miyoung stutters out, just as surprised at his sudden appearance.

“Why are you here?” Mingi’s booming voice echoes in the narrow hallway. “I do not recall you being given permission to be in this area of the castle.”

“Why, Queen (Y/N) invited me herself,” she lies straight out of her teeth.

Mingi looks back at you, his eyebrow raised as he awaits your confirmation. And on any other occasion, maybe you would have folded in your eagerness to please the court, but your heart still stings from Miyoung’s words. You shake your head ever so imperceptibly.

Mingi nods. “I see. Now, Lady Miyoung,” his head snaps back to her and she has the audacity to flutter her eyelashes at him. “Lying to the King and putting words in the Queen Consort’s mouth is a punishment worthy of being stripped of your title.”

“Your Majesty!” Miyoung squawks and Mingi holds up a hand to silence her in the middle of her sentence.

“Not to mention the other offences I heard when walking by,” Mingi continues and Miyoung swallows as she realises the trouble she put herself into. “Spreading harmful rumours about the King and the Queen Consort?”

“You’re majesty, I wasn’t–” Miyoung tries to save herself but Mingi is not having it.

“Keep your snake mouth shut” he snaps “lest I cut your tongue off for disrespecting my wife. You have, by extent, insulted me as well. Second wife? Don’t make me laugh. Queen (Y/N) is a hundred times more the queen you would ever be.”

Before Miyoung could protest anymore, Mingi snaps his fingers and guards you didn’t even expect to be there come out of the shadows to take Miyoung by the arms.

“My King!”

“Mingi!”

Both you and Miyoung gasp in surprise, although yours is more confused and hers is plain offence, but Mingi ignores you both as he addresses his guards. “Take Lady Miyoung to the dungeons while I decide what to do with her.”

And without hesitation, the soldiers drag an offended and whining Miyoung away. It’s only when her hollers finally cease that you snap to attention, quickly bowing at your husband. “I didn’t expect you to be here, Mingi,” you state as he bows back. “I thank you for your help in dealing with Lady Miyoung, though.”

Mingi sighs. “I should’ve done more before, (Y/N), and I’m sorry. I should’ve known how hard it would be for you, moving so soon after the war.”

You shake your head as your hands clutch at your full skirts. “You have no obligation towards me. Lady Miyoung was, in a way, correct about one thing. I am a war trophy.”

“No obligation?” Mingi’s voice raises in volume but he pauses to calm himself down after he notices you flinch at the volume of it. “(Y/N), you are my wife. The furthest possible thing from a trophy. I should have nipped the gossip in the bud—neither of us wanted a war and we could not control our circumstances.” Mingi reaches forward, almost as if to hold your hands, but decides against it, his hands just hovering awkwardly in the air.”

“But you don’t care,” you contradict him, your voice small. “I know you don’t owe me anything, but I rarely ever see you, and the court thinks I’m a joke. I can’t show my face without hearing the whispers behind my back. I do my best to listen to the commoner’s struggles and offer solutions but there’s only so much I can do when the officials and their wives are against me.”

Your words stun Mingi to his core. “You think I’m indifferent?” At your careful nod, he overcomes his hesitation and takes your shaking hands, bringing them to his chest as you are pulled forward at the motion. “My wife, I adore you. I would be lying to call it love, but I hold you in such high regard, and given time, I would come to love you if you’d let me. I am so sorry that you came to that conclusion.”

You hesitate before reaching forward and squeezing his warm, large hands. “It’s okay,” you whisper. When Mingi raises an eyebrow you laugh breathily at his suspicion. “It truly is. Yes, I felt alone and out of place, but your words and kindness have comforted me. We can try again. I’ll attend more councils with you as is my duty, and we can have lunch together afterwards. I’ll do my best to appeal more to the nobles and we can get to know each other. I don’t hold it against you, Mingi.”

Mingi nods slowly as he processes your words. “We shall,” he smiles and you can’t help but smile back. He brings your hands to his lips, pressing a kiss against them. “We will, and that’s a promise. I will defend your reputation with all I can, and you will blossom in this court, I’m sure of it.”

You giggle a little at his phrasing and you give his hands another gentle squeeze. “I will hold you to that promise.” A pause as you stare into each others’ eyes and an idea hits you. “Mingi, are you busy right now?”

Mingi shakes his head. “No?” he cocks his head, his eyes warm.

Your eyes shine as your smile grows even more on your face. “Then please do me the honour of accompanying me to my garden, my King.” You punctuate your question with a short laugh and Mingi’s eyes shine as he nods.

“Please, let’s.”

You feel a warmth bloom in your chest as you gently pull him down the hall back from where you came.

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

It definitely must have been nice for the Toys to have nice, soft and warm beds with blankets, just laying on it would knock to sleep

compared to their dingy, dirty, possibly cold cause y’know barely any power deep in the caves and god only knows how in the actual hell is the bed wet there's nothing dripping, back in the factory

The first time the toys slept in Angel's house marked the first time in years that they slept somewhere truly comfortable and safe. They even snoored, all extremely tired from leaving PlayCo. and staying a day at the hospital. I think everyone spent had like, 12 consecutive hours of sleeping. They were exhausted!

Catnap insisted on staying up so he could do a "patrol" around the house, but went back to bed once Angel insisted enough for him to do so. He immediately collapsed, very surprised at how soft and warm everything felt. He even purred! The mini critters had a good night of sleep thanks to this as well.

Dogday also didn't want to sleep, but he was one of the first ones to do so thanks to the emergency procedures he had to go through. He slept very peacefully and woke up feeling good for the first time in years.

Mommy Long Legs was such in a deep slumber that she just spread out all around the house. Her arm and legs just became noodles, and yes, she snoored. She hadn't felt this safe since... Well, since she was a child at PlayCare. Was the second to wake up (first one was Catnap)!

Miss Delight was also one of the first ones to sleep. Her procedure wasn't as big as Dogday's, but she was also very tired. Slept next to Long Legs and Angel and didn't have any nightmares or stressful dreams, which really helped her.

Poppy slept glued to Angel, she can't do much but she protecc dad. One of the last to wake up because she's actually a very heavy sleeper, and yes, Long Legs poked fun at her for this.

When the Smiling Critters are found, they all have a +12 hour night of sleep when they go to Angel's house. Even Kickin, who INSISTED he wasn't THAT tired! Hoppy woke up having no idea where she was until Dogday calmed her down and she remembered that oh yeah, she got out of PlayCo, actually!

tldr everyone is sleepy

[dreaminglittlestar]

PAC: Love Story

Disclaimer!: This is a fictional story/reading! I picked out actual cards to kind of guide a story but this is not meant to be an actual reading or reflect your life. All of this is a FICTIONAL story for fun, like a mini-reader insert that has you in this kind of magical world.

This is just a fun little thing I've been wanting to try out for a while now, like a pick-your-adventure thing and again, is just meant to be for fun. Just think of it like a cute little surprise since this isn't meant to be tarot. But other than that, hope you guys enjoy this!

Ah, welcome traveler to my humble little magic shack. Would you like a fortune?

Choose which image you're drawn to, and your story will be revealed.

(Lovely images are from Unsplash and the links are in the image descriptions!)

Oh, a fellow mage I see. The 6 of Clubs immediately identifies you as someone with strong intuition with guidance from the forest and sky. Someone who is already in high spiritual power should seem to have no need for the guidance of some forest kook, so what brings you here? Let me see your palms if you will. Ah, yes, I see now. Soft yet hardened with lines, the burdens you carry deep within your tower. Perhaps, that is what brings you here. A relief from the great responsibilities that pile upon you due to your great sense of power.

Are you are a healer of some sort? Or is it ice that you wield? Stoic is your face, hardened by the tasks you are in charge of. Yet this ice mask of yours does little to hide your heart's desires. The 2 of Hearts comes out hidden, but underneath it lay your heart's want for love and companionship, a love truer than the gods gift upon you, instead of being stuck in the cold tower of yours making potions and spells for the good of the Kingdom. Worry not, this secret will be kept by the trees, yet they implore you to seek within.

Is this a forbidden love I see? Someone from the past, a familiar face you keep crossing paths with yet you never can seem to connect. Is this perhaps the knight from the bordering country, a rival to your owns with duty and loyalty separating the both of you from one another. Is this the person you love? Breathe, this information will not leave the safety of the canopy. While this love is not meant to be in the moment, I see a transition from the Jack of Clubs to the Queen of Hearts in the future.

By thinking outside of the box, and using that cleverness of yours you will embody all the love that you want to be, reuniting you with your heart with your mind and eventually you'll be reunited with your lover when time is right. I can not reveal more, but know that you will pursue the desires of your heart, the willow's weep of it's sincerity to come. Out of battle, when the thundering roars of war slows down and the field is empty of chaos, the night sky will sing to you to take your chance.

You appear like that of a frozen flower at the top of the mountain, someone who seems to stand strong in solitude, but under the frost lays the growing bloom, your heart desiring a true companion. And once the time is right, the exterior frost will disappear to reveal a worthy love. Worry not, those fears will dissipate, the 6 of heart repeats this tale.

Additional messages the willows' of the wasps sing to me, this knight you love is that of a "heart throb", royal and loyal, soft yet structured. You will truly be united within a couple of years, and the willows wisps for you to be patient, as he whispers to you "be patient my love, I'm almost there". Soon may not feel soon enough, but the magic can be felt and you will know. Take you chance and stand tall with your choice my dear mage.

For no brighter light than love could ever hope to stop this path.

(Disclaimer, this is fictional and for fun! None of this is accurate! Though I do hope that you enjoyed this little adventure with me! Feel free to visit again!)

Well isn't this a bit odd. A reclusive inventor paying a visit to my old humble shack? I'm honored, though it seems as your mind does not align with your heart, hence your hesitance to be here. Worry not, for the weeping willows weep no secret not meant to be revealed yet. Everything meant to happen will happen in due time.

So please take a seat, and do mind the fairies, they tend to love peeping in on any potential mischief to be had. However, I don't think you will as you seem to be kindred spirits of sorts. Ah, yes. Though hardened with time and diligence, the mischief is hidden within your eyes, still alive despite the years passing. Though along with the time came the nagging feeling of never doing enough.

A bit of a worry wart, are you? The 8 of Spades reveals that despite your outer appearance of being calm and in control, internally you overthink quite a bit. Your ambition for greater good is strong, yet it often leaves you too far from the ground. Stuck in your head with numbers and possible solutions, the greatest new inventions, but the forest advises you to think of what you already have achieved.

You are young and have yet more to grow, more than you know, though the 10 of Spades warns of your borderline workaholic tendencies creeping upon you if you overthink the future and fail to stay in the present. It's among this time between being swamped with mercenary orders and your drive for success through hard work where you will meet your future spouse.

Often stuck within the inner schematics of your next invention, you tend to fail to realize how much you already have. Perhaps the love you seek in already in your periphery, but you have yet to notice. Currently, everything blurs into together and perhaps that's also why you're here. This sense of time and dread builds up as you're constantly thinking of what to do next.

But breathe in the fresh rain after a storm, as when you do take notice of your surroundings, you will notice them, and that blurry storm will wash away. They are free-flowing, like water, and they leave you feeling light and refreshed, bringing a sense of living into your life. The Fool in Reverse and 3 of Clubs reiterates your stable footing in what is considered the real world, but you never venture far enough into the divine or present to see what's already there and the wind howls a warning; not to lose grasps what's important to you.

What do you truly seek? While you may find it a bit silly to take a break, everything may begin blurring together. Like water, let life flow and all will be revealed to you.

Additional messages that have trickled in through the sweet musings of the river tell me that you are to be patient as things happen in time, but it will be the most ordinary "magical encounter". There's even the musing of "Hey, where have you been my whole life?" with the "chilly" weather after the storm. Maybe this is love will feel like a first, but even against the current, stand strong with your values but also feel free to float along the river's path.

The river will flow where it needs to flow, as does life, with a little effort on your part, but also trust.

(Disclaimer, this is fictional and for fun! None of this is accurate! Though I hope you enjoyed this little interactive story and feel free to visit again!)

Oh my, you're quiet the adventurer aren't you? Ha ha. Harrowing through quest with that mighty sword upon your hips, you have drive and ambition. Yes, you seem quiet strong, your drive for knighthood seems compels you, is that what you wish for? I can see the fire in your eyes but your heart seems to be missing something. You seek financial compensation, perhaps?

I can see within the Ace of Diamonds that you wish to begin a new journey, an adventure or quest for financial gain within your adventurer life. Very fun I see. But to come here for a mere fortune, in this small little hut, with no near guilds or institutions that could offer you any real thrilling question begs what you wish for.

You are no longer a struggling adventurer traveling through the naked wood banks, but neither are you financially abundant. Hence, within your future, I see you taking the burden of an instrumental quest given by a powerful mage. Although you will begin the journey alone, along the way, you will meet companions and friends who will help lessen the burden placed upon you. Within that group, you will find your soulmate.

The 5 of Diamonds suggest that you will be prosperous in this journey, and you will find all that you seek for in addition to the finical gain you want. However, this is a life altering path, one where you will come to question your being, and life, as you know it. Not only is your path altered by the riches and fame of knighthood given to you, but by the companions you will meet in your life, that only enriches your adventurer mind.

The journey will not be easy and will challenge everything you had known of your previous life. But as a reward to ease your growing nerves, the willows tell me that your love is very handsome in deed. Gazes will be shared and maybe you have a trickle of fancy at first sight, but instead you busy yourself with gathering your companions.

No need for alarm, you must be patient, this does not happen in a day. And it may be possible that even after meeting, it would take a few years till you two officially begin your relationship. Dancing to the fire at nights, singing to the stars as other cajole you two to rest, and laughter will be abundant as well as comfortable silence. It's within these moments that your bond will grow and you will know.

The forest wishes to end it's wisdom, so I shall no longer speak.

Are you willing to take this jump? The rest is up to you, young adventure. May the world bless you with love and take care.

(Disclaimer, this is fictional and for fun! None of this is accurate! Though I hope you enjoyed this and feel free to visit again!)

Notes: So this was originally going to be posted in August but I kept delaying it but wanted to get it posted before October so here it is! I had lot of fun doing this but I'm not entirely satisfied with it as now. I may come back to do this again, but for now, hope you guys enjoyed this little interactive story!

Like said, this isn't an actual reading and shouldn't be taken seriously. This is just a fun little fictional story idea I've been dying to do for a while now so here it is!

[wolfofcelestia]

oh, i didn’t really think about that. but yeah judging by what we know from the main story, sylus seems well liked by people who know him.

the mechanic he takes MC to talks about how sylus is often scapegoated, and implies sylus is a much kinder man than the impression he gives

the fact that the defected branch of onichynus created unnecessary casualties and bombed civilian areas show that some of the criminals within the organisation didn’t agree with sylus’s management style, which suggests they just didn’t like how he sort of played by a code of honour and wasn’t actually greedy for more power. like they think he’s not doing enough to “dominate” the city.

sylus’s biggest asset is mephisto—who he uses to watch over the N109 zone like a protector. he’s just sort of in the shadows watching over everyone, making sure things are going smoothly while keeping an eye on the EVER group

which reminds me, i think he watches over MC for the same reason. like ofc that’s his soulmate he’s been searching for through space and time but i think he also does it because MC’s life truly is at risk and he keeps tabs to make sure she isn’t exploited or taken as a test subject like tobias was.

we’ve only ever seen sylus kill corrupt people. so he clearly is an antihero with a moral code. he killed the EVER guy to send a message because these people are literally enslaving and abducting innocent people (including the almost extinct lemurians) and doing experiments on them to prolong their lifespans. sylus has seen firsthand what happened to the twins and i’m sure he’s seen even worse. the other guy he kills was a defected member of onichynus who was double-crossing him and was using the onichynus name to bomb civilian areas. i don’t think he killed the man because of betrayal, but rather because he was a threat to innocent lives and was absolutely shameless about it. like you said, he’s not a cop so he takes justice into his own hands. very antihero behaviour.

sylus also repeatedly has said he doesn’t like picking on the weak. in his anecdote he frees the captive beasts and returns the treasures back to their rightful owners after killing a tyrannical overlord.

you’re definitely right. he’s not only distrusting of the law, he’s been burnt by the law system. he’s been treated unfairly and he knows the real criminals are the people in power (like the story he mentioned in Lost Oasis of the seven gods that were beheaded for being capricious and exploiting their followers). every aspect of his story is so heavily connected to corruption in power, greed, and exploitation of the weak by individuals and organisations who want to “play god”. and he’s at odds with such people because these people are the kind who wiped out his entire species in a genocide, trapped him in an abyss for centuries, are directly related to the EVER group who successfully managed to prolong human life and move to philos, etc etc.

i’d love more anecdotes on sylus and his life and yes! more companions. i’m almost entirely sure that he was imprisoned in the space-time prison for going against some corrupt person in power, or he was scapegoated.

Yeah, we don't actually know the reason why he was in that top security prison huh? I wouldn't be surprised if it was Ever behind it all, either using him as a scapegoat or sentencing him harsher than normal. Even in one of the first glimpses we saw of Sylus, when he deliberately walked past the flower struggling to grow in an unnatural environment, it was clear that he isn't one to hurt or destroy anyone/anything that didn't warrant it

Even though we have his myth, we still don't know much about him in the present timeline. They really need to step up with giving us his lore before he gets overshadowed by Caleb entering the game

He was definitely keeping tabs on MC to keep her safe. We know a lot of people are after her aether core, but I also like to imagine him letting her do her own thing to see how brazen and strong she can get without him. If she had failed to become a hunter, I feel like he would step in sooner when she began investigating her past. And I feel like he would train her himself so that she could protect herself from people tracking her down and so she could come along to some of his "deals"

[daistea]

Hey, so. I wanted to ask about the interpretation of pre-Dungeon Lord Mithrun as being very catty and Regina George-like. Personally, and I've got no problems with it, I'm just really curious where it comes from, but I don't get that read. He was catty and petty and all sorts of unpleasant, but Misril essentially confirms that he kept it all inside because he seemed so perfect and his Dungeon was some great surprise to her. Built on lies and jealousy and inferiority but she had no idea whatsoever. He was festering in silence, I think, and all that ugliness was tucked inside. He was scrambling. Probably imagining himself as alone and unique in his ugliness and failing to speak truthfully about his feelings because he must've been taught that ugly things - like affairs and disabled brothers? - are to be hidden. You're something else before you're a person, so you must be nice and kind and good and emblematic of that. And it isn't as if I was raised in any position of power, but royal houses can be sort of emblematic of that kind of repression of personality, where being small and quiet and smooth and obedient is "good personhood". He was revealed as a mean drunk, but that's about it. Truly, I think catty Mithrun is comfortable Mithrun, so I like to imagine that post-Dungeon Mithrun is the catty one. I think it's funny to imagine our relationship, as it were, and imagine people watching with him and judging people for the fun of it. It's not personal or to feel better or anything. It's just because, and he says some truly out of pocket shit, and I'm there, a little reprimanding, like, "Oh my God! You can't just say that..." and I'm looking at him. And he's looking at me without saying anything. An eyebrow raised. My expression cracks. I look away and snort. "God," I say again. "Oh my God. Yeah. Okay. Fine." Laughingly, "Uh... That's the tackiest, brightest jacket I've ever seen in my life. It is disgustingly offensive. My eyes are practically burning. Is that it?" And he smiles a little. Barely there. And I groan and lightly smack his shoulder. "Is that what you wanted to hear?" He shrugs, "Was it honest?" "Yeah. I mean, I'm exaggerating for the fun of it all, but..." I shudder. "God, it's horrible," and then maybe I get into it, like the minutiae of opinions. Being very opinionated. "And it's worse because not even badly shaped! It'd be fine if it was, like, a simple black coat or something. The texture looks okay, but it has the worst patterning, the worst shapes and colors and—!" And he's laughing out loud. Holding his hands on his stomach, because I've gone full into gesturing and I'm getting so heated about a stupid coat that doesn't even matter, but it's fun! It's amazing. We're having a great time, and I'm laughing, too, because it's silly and it doesn't matter and I'm happy like this. We both are. He frowns a little, and goes, "Okay, what about that shirt?" and making his own statements, like "Ugh. That gold looks like vomit", and we play off eachother, like "Ough. Yeah, and that red with that shade is so bright." I raise my eyebrows. "Evocative." Mithrun hums. "Blood and vomit," he nods. "Ew." We look at eachother and shake our heads sort of sagely. And then I crack first. I almost always break first.

Ye when we joke about pre-dungeon Mithrun being catty, it’s more like he’s catty on the inside. He’s canonly critical and judgmental and angry in his own mind, but I think he also genuinely loves his friends. He just can’t help but be a negative nelly in his head bc insecurity and whatnot. I think if pre-dungeon Mithrun was especially close to someone, close enough to let his true nature show(which would be incredibly rare) then he’d express those thoughts outwardly. But in secret. Nobody realizes he’s catty, but he is. Because he’s passive aggressive and fake lol

I do think post-dungeon Mithrun is a jerk too, but he has no reservations about expressing it anymore because he has no desire to keep up appearances. He doesn’t dislike his old self because his old self was mean, he dislikes his old self because he just automatically dislikes himself in any form. And even then I think that’s subconscious. When he corrects Kabru and basically says ‘no I wasn’t perfect at all’ he’s just stating a fact. He has very little feeling on the matter other than resentment towards his own actions and emotions that led him to the demon and subsequent trauma.

I think Misiril prob taught him that being relatively polite gets him places, it keeps everybody around him from wanting to leave. And if they left then he wouldn’t have the necessary manpower to defeat the demon. So if he makes the decision to keep certain thoughts to himself, it’s either because it’s easiest/out of habit/to prevent an obstacle in his quest. I mean obviously he still says outlandish crap (“Inferior species.” “CAPTAIN THATS RACIST!”) but I think that’s because he knows it wont really matter in the long run in those cases, so he just says whatever’s on his mind without a care of how it sounds.

But yeah post-canon Mithrun would probably be way more relaxed. If he’s with someone he’s close to, he’d point out an ugly shirt. I wouldn’t call him catty, because there’s no passive aggressive-ness there. He’s just blunt. His old self would have an absolute heart attack because iTS NOT PROPER STOP IT YOURE GOING TO MAKE PEOPLE HATE YOU!!!

The juxtaposition between his past and present is so interesting. They’re like two different people, so different but still similar in some ways. Hmm

[evilasiangenius]

"This is the tricky part,” Aziraphale said with a determined smile. “The kind that takes practice. Now, I wouldn’t have learnt it on my own but I did apprentice in a carpenter’s shop.”

“Oh?” Crowley wondered.

“Yes. The master was quite skilled and patient, truly a worthy servant of Heaven. Particularly in how supportive he was of his wife’s occupation, of her calling, as the humans might say. Thankfully the carpenter’s son was quite helpful as well. Once while sawing I made a mistake, and he corrected it. Which is to say, one should always measure twice, at least, prior to cutting.”

“Same carpenter that I’m thinking of, maybe? Bout this tall, really liked talking about chariot races and eating figs? First son didn’t particularly favor him in terms of looks or attitude or miraculous healing and exorcism powers?”

“Oh, you know I couldn’t say. But his son was quite young at the time when I was there. A little bit of a sprout. Well. Let’s be honest, the child was something of a hellraiser, but perhaps that was no surprise given his parentage,” Aziraphale said with a wry smile.

“Could it be that the highest of the Archangels or perhaps the Metatron himself made a Nephilim?”

“Erm. Ahem. I’m sure I wouldn’t know. I’m sure no one knows for certain. But I had to do a bunch of cleanup work, or else the town would have been left with a mountain of child corpses. He was not very kind nor tolerant of his playmates.”

“Really? Are you sure the father wasn’t one of us?” Crowley joked, but then realized the joke went flat when Aziraphale looked at him blankly. “Erm, someone from my side. A demon, that is.”

“Mm-hmm,” Aziraphale said with a tight little grimace of a grin of remembered stress. “I would have thought so too, based on how he behaved. But as I understand, your lot was not notified until it was too late.”

“Yeah, my side wasn’t too thrilled,” Crowley frowned at the memory. “Even my boss – former boss? – was upset about it and that was a weird day seeing him seated with the Dark Council when he pretty much never shows his face anymore. Or since.

“But he probably came because it was an emergency meeting. Not sure why I was there, to be honest – not like I could do much of anything about it after the fact, your side did a great job of hiding him from us by the way – but Beelzebub did bring most of their key staff. Er.

“Anyway, I met the carpenter’s son later than you and…well, he wasn’t the most fun to travel with to all the kingdoms of the world and could be a bit rude about the Son of God business – he sure knew his way around wriggling out of blasphemy laws – but if it helps to know, he grew out of that striking children dead part. Mostly he was doing the opposite, which was causing entirely different problems.”

“That was not easy to deal with,” Aziraphale said. “I hear some humans wrote all about it..."

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[miyakuli]

Stray Gods

Lost In A Song

Willkommen, bienvenue, welcome! To cabaret? No, no, in an interactive musical fiction. Yes, you heard that right. Stray Gods is a surprising mix of visual novel and musical, where your choices influence not only the story but also the songwriting. So it's a pretty original concept, but is it note-worthy? Bleibe, reste, stay, and see for yourself.

❤ The mix between the modern world and mythology works really well, and the idea - which I won't reveal here - of bringing these two worlds together is a pretty good one. As a result, we find familiar Greek divine figures mingling with our society in a rather amusing way, and we revise our classics as we meet them. But the real strength, in my opinion, lies in the use of these legends to address harsh yet topical issues such as suicide, grief, relationship abuse etc...offering some emotionally powerful musical moments. ❤ While the music is in the spotlight, it's also a treat for the eyes, with some truly superb comic-book-style illustrations! Some may be put off by the stop-motion effect, but the animation is no less dynamic with its camera work and changing backgrounds and colors to match the tunes of our decisions. So, for the same scene, the atmosphere will not be the same visually and will follow the mood of the song according to the choices made by the player.

❤ The characters are endearing and I really enjoyed the diversity in terms of chara-design. They each have a strong visual identity, which reinforces their personality even more, making them quite memorable characters. The interactions between them are very well handled, with well-written dialogue that juggles humor and drama. On the romance side, I think that each suitor brings an interesting dynamic, whatever the personality given to Grace, our main character. Each player will obviously have their own preferences, but it's rare that I find that all the romances harmonise so well with the MC. ❤ I have to mention the French translation, which doesn't just translate the songs word for word but has tried to adapt the lyrics with more melodious turns of phrase and even rhymes! Well done for the effort :)

+/- You'll have noticed that I haven't yet mentioned the heart of the game, namely the music. The work on the music is clearly impressive; the main musical themes, built like leitmotifs, are quite memorable and echo each other throughout the game. But above all, each song has its own variation, and it's up to the player to direct their own score, taking on the role of conductor. It could have been extremely clumsy, yet Austin Wintory (who has already signed one of my favourite soundtracks with Journey) has managed to make clever musical transitions that never create a rupture…..well, not all the time. Some of the variations fit together more or less well, sometimes making the melody a bit wobbly, and you really get a feel for which parts were written as the main theme and which are ‘optional’. That must be why the song Adrift sticks in my mind the most, because it was conceived as a song in its own right with no real changes. +/- Where there's a song, there's a performer. While the voice cast is excellent, with some of the big names in dubbing, making their characters their own, I found that in terms of singing performances, some were a little subpar and didn't always sound quite right.

✖ While the universe is charming, the script clearly lacks subtlety, being far too predictable, and the scenes are chained together at a very fast tempo without giving the time to really enjoy the investigation. ✖ The game is also short and offers very few changes to the storyline when it comes to the choices made. As a result, it can quickly become repetitive if you try to complete it. ✖ Another downside was that there were a number of glitches during my various games: music cutting out when I made a choice, dialogs overlapping when I wanted to fast forward, delays between sound and image and minor translation oversights.

Stray Gods was a satisfying experience for the Broadway lover in me. Sure, the plot could be better paced and orchestrated, and the music can sound a little unstable at times, but you can't take away from the the game's originality and inspired ideas. Besides, if I've already got one song stuck in my head, then I guess the game has served its purpose. On that note, so long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu🎶

➡ My personal VN ranking (in french) ➡ My Steam page

[siremasterlawrence]

Crushing My Dream In To Reality

Genre: Fantasy/Science Fiction/Drama

Alan Ritchson is one hot ass motherfucker I need to covet as mine so go figure one day on set of a major motion picture created for me and all I had to do claim him in one big foul swoop.I snuck in to his dressing room trailer hiding behind the desk as his massively tall white muscular body walks in with a huge sigh and looks at his own reflection before he is dropping to the couch.

I see him fully spreading his body over this gigantic size couch made to fit him I can see his eyes slowly begin to flutter close slowly and tightly when his head drops to his chin.I smirk a bit crossing behind his couch my palms are landing on him letting my hands do some exploring as I massage them nice and carefully watching him fall my power without even knowing.

The silence is killing be literally so I unpack my bag reaching for my headphone I place them on to his head precisely so their is no interruption or distraction to wake him up from his nap.The plug connects in to the virtual reality like giggle I slip on to his ears covering his eyes and the show begins blazing bright causing him to wake up before he could even react the spectacle show starts.

Alan Ritchson is finally introduced to a truly beautiful spiral starts to shoot in to his eyes as a expression of utter shock and surprise covers his face and his back is now laying with his arms spread at mass.He smirks proudly as I sat next to him I can no longer hold myself together pressing my hand on to his belt letting my hand slip right under his shirt and begin to feel him up to his pecks.

With no effort I snap my finger forcing him in to total submission as he is slipping in to a deep Hypno slumber and his body falls back to the floor and I knew he is all mine now for the foreseeable future. Alan wakes up or se he thinks in his own mental space at the inner mind level of his brain a complete empty space to which he cannot escape and in frustration he panics running around.

His hands hit the wall as he makes any and all attempts to find an escape route he could possibly run too but to no avail he is at a loss and kicks the chair laid for him in the center of the room.Something is off as the light blast on quickly flooding the room with light almost blinding him as he cover his face and blinks to help his eyes adjust when the screen appears to turn on.

“What is this nonsense? Let me go?” He yells

“Hello Alan Ritchson!”

“Who are you?”

“The correct voice in your head”

“Your conscious “

“Release me and let me go”

“State your name “

“My name is Master Lawrence “

“Alan no need to worried”

“I am not worried”

“Yes you are “

“I can see you already understand”

“Your loins can feel it”

“You love me”

“I am always right “

“Fighting me is a useless tactic “

“I am your lord and master “

“I am your King”

“You surrender yourself willingly me”

“Yyyeeesss”

“Call me Master Lawrence “

“Yes, Master Lawrence “

“Kneel at my feet”

“Yes Master”

“What are you thinking?”

“I am at a loss “

“You don’t need to comprehend anything “

“I am in control now”

“All that matters is my word “

“I fully succumb “

“You are madly in love with me”

“I am all you can think about “

“Yes! My God”

“You are my love “

“The love of my life “

“My very existence “

“Stare in to my eyes “

“That’s is focus “

“Let all of Alan Ritchson fade”

“You are my protector”

“Lover “

“Slave “

“Property “

“A reflection of me”

“My puppet “

“Slaves do not need clothes “

“No! Let me strip “

“Woohoo! Go Boi!”

“Oh Master!”

“Use me please “

“Make me your everything “

“How may I serve you ?”

“Take ownership of me”

“Bow at my feet”

The end