#who takes on people and monsters twice her size and more

[opashoo]

Study sketch from last night, trying to apply methods of drawing boxes for bodies to more complex and interactive poses. The work's been paying off, I've been able to think in 3d again, which was not a good skill to lose.

Anyway, I like the idea that sport and games are big in Kazan, and all the different tribes practice so that each year when they meet along their migratory paths, they can play together. Because of Rani, her tribe became notorious for their skill at wrestling before it became clear that it was Rani specifically who was dominating. Nowadays, trying to see if anyone can even come close to beating Rani is basically an event in and of itself

[ghostsvacuumcleaner]

You came — you called. II (+18) | Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

✦ PART I ✦ Word count: 2.2k ✦ Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader ✦ Summary: After having a little non-friendly chat with your abuser, Simon comes back home to find you asleep in his bed. ✦ TW and general warnings: +18 NSFW, SMUT, lots of porn, p in v unprotected, some dirty talk, size difference implications, he's got a big cock, fluff, open ending sorta ✦ AO3 | Masterlist

A/N: well, since you guys liked part I and I was so fucking inspired I decided to write part 2; honestly thinking of writing a part III I seriously need to stop 😭 I hope you guys enjoy it! x

taglist: @abbiesxox

2am - world was on fire and no one could save me but you

“Y’know,” Simon starts, his legs spread across the armchair. His chin rests on his hand, nothing on his face but an indifference fashion, almost like the blood dripping from that guy’s mouth was another Tuesday to him. “You’re quite lucky, mate.” He stretches and leans his body forward. His elbows rest on his knees and he bends low enough to stare eye to eye into the face of the man who dared laying hands on you. “Know why?”

Your abuser flinches, and doesn’t answer; he couldn’t even if he wanted to. 

His body doesn't move more than inches without feeling pain. He had lost count of how many kicks it took Simon to take him to that state - when you said your ex boyfriend was in the military, he didn't imagine that kind of military. There wasn't even a report he could possibly make. It didn't have a face, it didn't have a name - all he knew was that this man, your punisher in the skull mask, coded himself as Ghost.

And he knew that this man - this living ghost, this new alive fear of his, had made him spit blood for every slap, every squeeze, every bruise he left on your body. It would be too much for your tired, melancholic head to notice that whenever he contoured one in your back as he gave you a bath, he was counting. To each one, he’d punch him twice. Face, legs, stomach. He wanted to see blood.

“No?” He asked, licking his lips. “You fuckin’ pussy…” He scoffs, his voice ever so low, almost a whisper - almost like he could wake you up in his house, from this distance, by talking loud. “Because if it wasn’t for my girl, you��d be dead now.”

To your abuser’s silence, Ghost stands up and steps off avoiding the bleeding fucker in front of him. “And let it be known, I am not one to make noise. If you come after her again, you won’t know where the shot came from.” He states over his shoulder, before opening the door and leaving it open for the ambulance that’s yet to come - because, especially after you, he’s not a monster. Just a ghost.

4am - strange what desire will make foolish people do

The shower is on. You don’t hear it, blame it on your tough sleep; can barely hear your own alarms when it’s morning. 

It is almost morning. In a few hours, the sun will rise in the horizon of the simple window by Simon’s bed side and invade the room - equally humble - annoying you. Right now, although the sky is still dark blue, the only light source poorly illuminating the room is the dim, yellow light that comes from the bathroom while Simon finishes his much deserved bath. 

The bloodstained hoodie and his mask are thrown aside in the laundry basket and now quietly replaced for a pair of sweatpants - his pajamas. He walks towards you in mute steps, the mattress sinking from the pressure of his two hands against it, on either side of your waist. You feel the warmth of his freshly bathed body against your skin as he shelters you from the night cold breeze with his own body. It covers you entirely, and you mumble in your sleep, “Mmm, Simon.”. 

“Hm…” His raspy voice asks, against your ear; your body, still drunk in sleep, shivers at the contact. You move slightly, while his nose brushes against your cheek, and continues down to your neck. Simon takes your smell in like a drug, shit, how painfully hard he misses you.

“You’re back…? Hm- what time is it?” You ask in a drunken voice.

His hand caresses your bare thigh under your shirt, his thick palm scraping up your skin till he reaches your belly; it covers, almost entirely. You mewl, “Simon…”

“Late.” He replies simply, warmly, against your ear. His dog tag swings in the short space between the two of you, and brushes against your chest. You turn a little, now awake enough to be able to speak at least, and your eyes meet his staring at you, drinking in the details as if all that time away from you has made him forget how beautiful you look when you just woke up.

“You smell good.” You admit in a mutter, feeling his hand sliding up from your belly to your waist in explicit desire. Though the two of you reluctantly tried to withdraw from each other, you couldn't deny it - it was mutual. “Are you calm now?” You ask, your hand takes hold of his dog tag and your index finger wraps around the chain; slowly, you wrap yourself around his neck, and before he can answer you, your lips take his in a quick kiss.

“No…” He replies against your mouth, in a breath. The sound of fabric moving fills the room as he repositions himself over you, and his hand moves up, tracing your curves to the top of your breast and cupping it; “Needin’ you right now.” He whispers in between slow, passionate kisses you both share. 

Your leg curls around his waist as you kiss him desperately, like he could vanish from

your hands any second. “Ask me.” you whisper against his lips and your hand grasps his dirty blond strands as his hand tightens around your breast. “I like it when you ask…”

He closes his eyes feeling a chill rise in his belly hearing you moan, and smirks in both pleasure and pride knowing he was the one to cause it. 

“Can I fuck you?” He complies, pushing his hips against you almost unconsciously, and you feel your body burn, feeling the big bulge in his pants press into your core through the fabrics that separate the two of you.

In one deft movement, Simon lifts your shirt up to your face level and you obediently offer to hold it between your teeth as his mouth proceeds to feast on one of your breasts while his hand massages the other.

“Simon- ah…” You groan, as your body uncontrollably squirms a bit and your lower half pushes up against him, begging him for some more.

Your body relaxes as your soft spots tighten, and after minutes of satisfying your needy breasts, sharing his tongue's attention between the two of them, Simon finally starts to run his wet kisses down your belly - calm as a sea breeze, hot as hellfire, different than it usually is when the two of you meet on an empty night, still enraged by the last time you left each other, fueled by hate, no - this time it's something different. 

“I still think about you everytime, y’know, kitten?” He admits with a faint smirk as his hands pull your panties down your legs and quickly get rid of them, exposing now your needy and soggy core to his own view. “Nobody tastes sweet like you.” 

His hand cups your ankle and he spreads your legs; his other hand cups your pussy, his fingers parting your folds as his middle finger rubs you slowly, torturously in that sweet spot of pleasure. 

“S-Shut up…” You try to say, but your voice is caught in your throat by a sudden moan as his tongue takes place between your legs. In circular, slow and skillful movements, he sucks on your swollen clit - whatever you wanted to say is now replaced by heavy gasps and low, muffled moans as you bite down on your hand trying to hold it back. He disapproves, almost instantly, with a tight squeeze on your thigh and you can’t hold back a loud groan in response.

When he feels you're getting too close to your climax, Simon swaps the intense, slow strokes for even slower ones, his tongue barely touching your clit yet - that tiny tip of contact causing all you get is the intense desire and the twitching of your legs in a near-orgasm that's thwarted so many times, it gets you insane. 

“Simon, p-please for fuck sakes…” You cry, your eyebrows furrowed in lust. His cock almost pierces the sweatshirt at this point, his veins visible on every possible part of his body - his arms, his temples, his crotch that shows when he straightens up over you as his pants lower to his waist, with that small clump of hair showing. “Don’t fucking make me beg…” You curse once again.

His tattooed arm grabs your waist and moves you over him; his hand grips your ass and moves you against his lap, your hands look for support around his shoulders and your hips instinctively continue the movements he started.

“Take it, c’mon.” He teases you. “It’s fuckin’ ripping my pants already, baby.” He grunts in your ear, his breath gets heavier when he pulls down his pants only enough so he can pull off his rock-hard large twitching cock; he stares into your face as his hips press forward, running his length against your slit, slowly. 

“Ah, fuck.” You curse under your breath as you lift your hips until his tip is against your entrance, and slowly start lowering yourself. Simon holds back a growl as your tight walls begin to swallow his cock, inch by inch, slowly. It's almost too much for you, like you lost practice by fucking guys that were smaller than him; it’s not a hard deal - he’s really too big. His fingers dig onto the skin of your waist trying to restrain himself as he holds you steady and gives you some time to get used to his length filling your whole cunt. 

His low groans flood your ears as after a few painful seconds, you begin to move up and down, slowly at first but quickly getting faster, deeper - the excruciating pain of feeling him stretching you up entirely as if it was your first time again, gives in to the deep pleasure of having him hitting your spot each time you thrust against him.

Simon is a groaning, gasping mess beneath you; his hips move uncontrollably against yours, he grabs a handful of your hair and pulls it back exposing your cleavage to him, so he can suckle onto your soft skin - leaving marks all over you.

“Mine, aren’t you.” He groans while fucking you hard, kissing all over you like a dog who crawls back to its owner. “You feel so fuckin’ good- ah-” he takes you in a sloppy kiss, your hands digging his back in raw flesh; 

“Y-Yours.” You reply in a gasping voice, almost out of air yourself. 

Without much time to tell beforehand, your eyes roll up and his movements grow faster. You grab his shoulders, feeling your own climax start to flood through your body intensely, your legs tighten and your walls tighten against him; your clit throbs, and you grunt.

“Simon- I love you-” You moan, and your inability to keep moving now, with all your muscles suddenly relaxed and your cunt painfully overstimulated by his continuing thrusts, causes him to grab your waist from both sides and lift you without further difficulty - like you’re lightweight. He fucks you through your orgasm with his thrusts getting stronger - feral, animalistic, as his stomach tightens and his muscles jump even more defined than they already are, a few beads of sweat trickle down his chest as he grunts in pleasure. 

Simon pulls out the instant he feels that crossing of lines where his consciousness loses itself to pleasure and surrenders completely to you - fast enough to spend himself on your thighs, partially, in a mess of grunts and gasps. 

Your body collapses onto his and he holds you, both of you still trying to recover from so much intensity in so little time. Little by little, he regains consciousness as he smells your hair against his nostrils; vanilla ice cream. And then, the feeling of your body against his, your thin arms seeking support around his neck - your voice, saying you love him.

Minutes later, after taking care of your needs - water, a hot shower, another clean pair of clothes, you finally find yourself snuggled in his arms. Simon’s eyes are fixed on your face, and he looks tired, but not willing to fall asleep anytime soon.

The tip of his finger caresses your arm, and the morning sun starts to come through the window.

“Do you think we’ll ever work together?” You break silence, gazing through his eyes with uncontrollable love. He sighs tired, and after a couple seconds, replies.

“I’ll break your heart once or twice; you’ll break mine. Isn't that how every relationship is supposed to work?” 

“Yes, but if so, why didn’t it work before then?” You close your eyes. He caresses your scalp, your beautiful hair, and closes his eyes as well.

“You look beautiful in the morning.” He mutters. “Not only in the morning, of course.”

“Simon…”

“Come back to me.” He asks, and it sounds like begging. Like crawling. 

You open your eyes, but his are still closed. You smile.

[maxislvt]

Sink Your Teeth In

pairing(s): vampire!natasha romanoff x werewolf!reader

summary: Vampires and werewolves were known enemies, but Natasha is more than willing to change that. Even if it's just for one night.

warning: amab!reader, blowjobs, sub!reader, slight dubcon

a/n: ummm nat gives the best head case closed

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Werewolves and vampires were always at odds with each other. Not a thousand years could go by without vampires attacking werewolves or werewolves attacking vampires. It was all the same bloodline ending bullshit. 'Your father killed mine and now I must kill you!' over and over again. Some of those fathers weren't even worth killing anyone over. It was truly a shame that no one could see how compatible the two factions were. Vampires were strict, organized people that valued loyalty above all else. Werewolves were nothing short of loyal and obedient, you just had to train them. Natasha was so close to finding the perfect werewolf for her to prove that. 

Natasha had tried many times to tame a werewolf, but she'd run into a number of problems. They could be taught, but not many of them were willing to learn— especially not from a vampire. As disappointing as it was, it wasn't exactly a shock. A millennium long feuds were rarely ever one sided. Her previous attempts were also foiled by pride, shame, and simply being too boring to have any real fun.

So, Natasha spent another Friday night on the prowl.

Club Sonar was a rather interesting place. A tall building in the middle of nowhere buzzing with all forms of life. Monsters from all over the globe came together under the moon just to party. It was a messy place. The music was loud, bodies grinded against each other without a care, and secrets of all kinds were shared over the strongest alcohol. Though cultures mixed, money did not. 

Each floor of the bar was more expensive than the last. The alcohol got smoother, the music got slower, and the floors actually got cleaned. Upper floors were for people who supported the cause but had no interest in getting dirty. Natasha had more than enough money to sit at the top floor, but that wasn't any fun. She'd never find what she was looking for if she stayed up there. 

Werewolves were just as wealthy as vampires, but they were rowdy. They liked to play rough and get dirty. Big fancy houses just didn't appeal to them as much. Fancy clubs appealed to them even less. Natasha wasn't looking to tame someone — not to say her hand couldn't be forced — she was looking for someone soft and easy to mold. 

You weren't the easiest to find. Despite your size, the people on the dancefloor had no trouble pushing you around. You kept your head down no matter where you went. Natasha could tell you weren't there on your own, which made it harder to take you home. Not too hard though.

"This really isn't your scene," she said when she took the bar stool next to you. It was hard to keep her eyes in the right place. Your shyness was adorable, but there was no denying what she was really feeling. 

You looked around to make sure she was actually talking to you.  Though you weren't opposed to the conversation, it was hard to believe such a pretty woman had approached you. "Um, no. My friends wanted to come here. I mean it's cool just…couldn't we have a library or something? There's no point in intermingling if you're too drunk to remember what you're kissing."

Natasha laughed and scooted closer to you. "I guess you're right, but there's no shame in being curious. Right?" She looked at the glass in front of you. "Oh, that just won't do." Before you could interject, she tapped the countertop twice and brought over the bartender. It was a quick exchange, you didn't even see Natasha pull out any cash. Despite your confusion, you didn't put up a fight. You were exactly what Natasha was looking for. 

Guilt filled your eyes when you looked down at the fresh cocktail in front of you. Was it more rude to let it go to waste or ask the bartender for a refund? "Oh, you really didn't have to do that." Your hands hesitantly wrapped around the glass before taking a sip of the alcohol. The burn hit you immediately, but you tried to play it off. You tensed up to hold in the coughing fit building up in your chest. "It's…great, thanks," you forced out through a tight chest. 

Natasha gave you a firm pat on the back to force you to cough. She took away the glass and slid this towards you. "I would expect a werewolf to have a stronger alcohol tolerance," she said teasingly. Her hand stayed on your back even after your coughing had subsided. 

You shook your head. "A lot of us have sensitive pallets. I can taste whatever crappy oak barrel they made this in." There was an unexpected comfort in the way she touched you. "I should have asked this earlier, but what's your name?" You sat up straight as her hand moved down your back. You never really paid attention to your posture, but you had the strange urge to be better around her. 

"My name's Natasha, but you can call me Nat if you want. What's yours?"

"My name is Y/N. I don't really have a nickname, but whatever you come up with is fine." 

The conversation continued without trouble. Natasha seemed so enamored with how strong your pallet was. At the expense of Natasha's wallet and your sobriety, you had tasted just about every drink the bar had to offer. Eventually, you settled on just drinking strawberry daiquiris while you two talked. 

Natasha pulled your seat closer to her and she leaned down to whisper in your ear. "So how many more of those little smoothies do I have to buy to take you home with me?" Her hand slid up your thigh and gave it a firm squeeze. She could feel your dick twitching already. "I promise I'll only bite where it feels good."

You practically jumped out of your skin when Natasha kissed your neck. It was quick, but you could feel the pointed tips of her fangs brush against your skin. "Um..Can I finish this one first?" Before Natasha could say anything else you pulled out your phone and texted your friends. 'Leaving with a hot lady, ttyl!' was all you sent before cutting off your phone and downing the last of your drink. 

Natasha adored your enthusiasm. "I promise I'll get you home safe in the morning." She kissed your neck one last time before dragging you outside to her car. It was a good thing she brought her chauffeur along because there was no way she'd be able to keep her hands off you the entire ride home. 

You stumbled behind Natasha as best you could. Vampires were usually weaker than werewolves, but you were a little too tipsy to show your strength. You let Wanda push you into the backseat of her car. One sniff of the air and you could tell someone else was in the car. "You have a chauffeur?" Natasha covered your mouth and pushed you further into the backseat. 

"Home," was all she told the driver before closing the partition and focusing her attention on you. "Yes, but I promise the back of the car is soundproof." It certainly wasn't, but she needed to hear how whiny you could get. Natasha practically pounced on you after she closed the door. The kiss was hot and passionate. Your fangs bumped against hers every time your lips collided. "Can you taste what I drank earlier?" She asked with a giggle. 

A whine escaped your lips when Natasha pulled away. "Um…a lot of vodka and cooper..?" Your answer earned you another kiss. Natasha's lips felt like heaven against yours. She overwhelmed all your senses in the most delicious way possible. You didn't even notice how hard you'd gotten. "You smell…really good." You mumbled in the handful of seconds between kisses. 

She chuckled but didn't respond. You were too cute. "I'm going to make you feel so good tonight." Natasha's kisses moved down the side of your jaw until she reached the base of your neck. Her hands wasted no time undoing your belt and tossing it on the car's floor. One of her fingers circled around the tip of the tent in your pants while she watched you squirm. "You're so sensitive."

You opened your mouth to speak only to be interrupted by a string of cursing and desperate whimpering. "Sorry, I'm just new to all of this," you confessed. It was a little hard to imagine your first time going to a bar would take such a turn. 

"Don't tell me someone as cute as you is still a virgin." Your silence was enough. It was as arousing as it was disappointing. Natasha didn't want to go slow by any means, but the thought of getting to corrupt that innocent little mind of yours was exhilarating. "I promise I'll be extra gentle with your little friend." 

The car parked before Natasha could pull down your boxers. Natasha's lust-driven craze left you in quite an awkward position while waiting for her to unlock the door. Holding your pants up only made your bulge stand out more and there was an obscene amount of lipstick covering your neck. You hoped Natasha wasn't secretly vampire famous or else you'd be in real trouble. 

Natasha pulled you into her home and wasted no time undressing you. Your shoes, shorts, sweater, and T-shirt littered the soft carpet. Natasha had you completely naked by the time she pushed you onto the bed. "You're making a mess already," she whispered seductively as she crawled onto the bed. Her eyes focused on the way your member throbbed and leaked precum. 

Your eyes followed Natasha's as she began stroking your member. It was tortuously slow, but it felt good. A near-pornographic moan fell from your lips as your head tilted back. "Your hands are so soft," you whimpered pathetically. All your willpower went into staying still. You didn't know what to do with yourself. "C-can I touch you too?" You blindly reached out and grabbed the first thing you could feel. Mindlessly, you groped the soft flesh in hopes that it would make Natasha feel good too. Your face burned bright red as she moved your hand to where her breast actually was. “Sorry…I wasn’t looking,” you mumbled. 

Natasha kissed up the underside of your cock before licking all the way down to the base. “A good pup would pay attention to someone making them feel this good.” She waited until you looked down at her. Once she was sure you wouldn’t look away, she swallowed you down to the base. Her cheeks hallowed out as she began sucking you off.

Your hips twitched and your eyelids fluttered, but you tried your best to keep your eyes open. As your orgasm got closer, you found it harder to control yourself. An animalistic growl ripped through your throat as you tried to control yourself. Your fangs forced themselves out of your mouth and your claws had nearly ripped Natasha’s sheets. “W-wait, slow down,” were the only words you could get out before it happened. 

Hot white cum painted the inside of Natasha’s throat as she swallowed down everything you gave her. Natasha didn’t give you a break and continued until you pushed her away. “Is that all you have left?” She blew on your bulbous tip before giving it a kiss.

“N-no, I just…I need a second. That’s all.”

[creepsterdreams]

"Lullaby" Kuras x pregnant!gn!MC mini-series

Part 1

Summary: After coming to Eridia to hopefully find a way to rid of your curse and hid your pregnancy, you meet a very sassy doctor who’s set on protecting you and your unborn child

Warnings for the story: MC will be kept gender neutral but will be afab, if pregnancy makes you uncomfortable I do not recommend reading this, nausea/vomiting, blood, a bit of gore, mentions of a possible miscarriage, a lot of conversations about babies, MC being conflicted on whether or not to keep the baby, risky pregnancy, manipulation & gaslighting at some point, fighting, Leander being interested in the MC, the hound!MC, will be a bit smutty at some point, plot is different from the game, will add more if needed

Word count: 1.5k

Author’s note: This idea came to me after I remember being on a discord call with my friend and her saying “Will be his baby mama”

Also, MC is about 18-19 weeks pregnant here.

You don’t know how long you’ve been running. Has it been only seconds? Minutes? The adrenaline coursing your body has caused you to honestly lose track, but all that can go through your mind at the moment is getting away from here as fast as possible.

After causing an innocent man to succumb to the wretched thing that is your curse, you were left alone. With the rest of the people you were traveling with all being killed by soulless, it was only you that was currently hurrying to the city known as Eridia. But even then, it seemed the gods weren’t on your side.

In front of you stood a soulless who was about twice your size, claws as big as swords, with a glare filled with pure hunger. And before you know it, the monster slashed its claws at you, severing your arm before you even had the time to process it.

Even as you were writhing in pain, every muscle in your body was screaming at you to run, fight, do something, protect yourself and the baby. But as you stood, you figured you only had one option. Attempting to somehow get past the soulless, and you could only pray that both of you would be okay.

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Slowly opening your eyes, you're met with a white ceiling. In all honesty if you hadn’t picked up on the sound of fire crackling, you would’ve assumed you were dead.

Out of instinct you took your left hand and placed it over your stomach, even though you were still early into the pregnancy, you thought if you kept your hand there, then maybe you could feel them. 

But that only made you quickly pull your hand up, suddenly remembering that your arm was severed off by the soulless before you went unconscious.

“Do try to be careful, your injuries are still fresh.” A deep, smooth voice calls out to you.

Slowly turning over to your side, you're met with the appearance of a fairly young looking man with long, dark brown hair. But what caught your eye was his white clothing adorned with golden accessories. Which looked far too nice considering the environment. 

“....Where am I?” Were the only words you could manage to muster out. The man continued to hold his gaze, before a small smile grazed his face and he set down the book he was holding. He stands up and that’s only when you notice how tall he is, sure he was lean but he was at most 6 '6.

He then walked over to where some other medical supplies were sitting, assumingly sorting some of it while he started speaking again. 

“Your clothes were in shreds when I found you, but I was able to create some replacements.” He was dodging the question, but for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to question it. But even then, before you could he turned around holding a new set of clothing, so he wasn’t lying. 

Staring at him again for a few more seconds, you grab the clothing and he takes it as a que to give you some space to change.

Not that long later, you're fully dressed and making any adjustments you can, even having enough time to wrap up your arms once again. But in the middle of you pulling at the outfit, your hands begin drifting towards your stomach yet again. This time many questions are circling through your mind.

“Was this the right decision?”

“Will I even be able to take care of them? In this condition?”

“Will it even be worth it keeping them? If I possibly won’t be able to provide?...”

But in the midst of your racing thoughts, the man suddenly returns, this time holding a small bottle of..something, you could only assume it was some kind of strange medicine. He walks over to one of the counters and sets the bottle down, before turning back to you and resting one of his hands behind his back.

“I assume they fit well?” He says while taking a quick second to look over you. 

“They do…a bit loose but, but I am more grateful that you were willing to make them for me” You say quietly before shooting him a soft smile.

“Hmmm….I would hope that they would be loose, considering your….situation.” Upon saying that his eyes land directly on your midsection, and even though you feel your heart drop, you know now that there is dodging back from this. 

Quickly straightening yourself back up, you do your best to size him up, crossing your arms and lifting your head higher. “And what situation are you exactly speaking of?” 

He raises an eyebrow in response, a look of both amusement and surprise written on his face. “Well…I am a doctor, it should be easy for me to tell if a patient is carrying a child, no?”

Shit.

Being left with no choice you put your guard down, uncrossing your arms and letting your head drop. He notices this and softens his gaze. “If you were afraid I’d do anything to you or your child, fret not, if you were in danger you would’ve known.” He continued on. 

Even though you had just met the man, you couldn’t help but to feel a sense of…safety around him, as if your body knew you could trust his words, even if your mind was still a bit skeptical. 

After nodding in response to his reassurance, you decide to take a step closer to where you can place your arms on the wooden table, leaning against it as you raise your head again to meet his questioning gaze.

“I came here because I want to…get rid of something, and even though that something probably won’t be this child…I’m still left a bit conflicted on what I should do…” You say hesitantly. As if the words were fighting against you, still somewhat untrusting of the man in front of you.

He pauses for a second, contemplating what you just said. Before he raises his head again and gestures to you to follow him towards the door. You quickly sit up again, grabbing your small bag of coins and walking with him.

“If you want help with getting “rid” of something…then I know someone who can help you help you.” As he continues talking he inches towards the door, opening it and allowing the sound of people walking down the stone streets while talking.

“Go to a bar called the Wet Wick, and look for Leander, and tell him Kuras sent you.” Upon hearing his name you pause, because now that you remember, you never did ask for his name.

“Your name is..Kuras?” You say with a hint of surprise in your voice

“Yes? I hope it’s not too much on the tongue.” He lightly laughs

That causes you to form a soft smile on your face, a little glad that the tense atmosphere has lifted a bit. “No it’s fine, I just never recalled asking for your name, I apologize.” 

Kuras, in response, smiles back at you. And it was then you were able to take a moment to admire his features, and you had to admit…he was extremely handsome. The lights of his clinic added a light shine to his golden eyes, while also highlighting his brown skin.

“Well I suggest you get going, I do have other patients to attend too.” He holds the door open for you, letting you walk out and down the short flight of stares. 

You then turn around to look at him again, and for a small moment you catch him looking at you again, before he closes the door, now leaving you on your own. You stand there for a moment, before remembering what you were told to do in the first place.

Beginning to walk down the busy streets, you start looking around at the different signs on all of the buildings. Searching for the one Kuras was talking about. And although it has led to getting bumped into a few times, you never stop looking.

Hopefully….he can help me

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After a long walk around, searching for the damned bar, you finally find it. Sitting in a corner of the end of a long street filled with vendors and other small businesses. A part of you was honestly considering flopping down and passing out, but you knew that you had to keep moving. You were also wondering if the mass fatigue was due to the baby, most likely causing you to have less endurance and energy than you usually did. 

The loud sound of people laughing, and you assumed glasses clinking together, quickly took over your ears. And for a moment you reconsider your choice, the thought of a huge group of people possibly finding out about your curse making you worry, but you forcefully put your thoughts aside, remembering that Kuras told you whoever that this Leander man was could be the one to finally free you from this wretched thing. 

Well….here goes nothing.

Author’s note: I apologize if this was a little bland, I promise I will try to make it more interesting as the chapters go on. But with that said, part 2 coming soon! ^-^

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★  𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 '𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃. + 𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. when you initially asked Neteyam, the eldest Sully son who also happened to be smitten for you, for more assistance with your Na'vi knowledge, he was happy to help with a more hands-on approach.

─── ☆ notes. saw the new avatar and the way i had to pause and react and take in every detail cause it felt so short,, i cant wait for the 3rd movie to come out while im pushing fucking 40 or something with kids. | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

─── ☆ length. 2.8k (21 min read) .

─── ☆ genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni | mutual pining | friends to lovers | fem reader | pwp | porn with feelings | not movie canon | size kink | height difference | stretch marks | body worship | fluffy | confessions | monster fucking(?) | handjobs | fingering | grinding | manhandling | oral sex(f) | cute aftercare | not beta'd | title inspired by this song.

"You can't, Tuk!" Only grumbling at his two most annoying younger siblings who had been following closely behind him, Neteyam dismissed the two in the typical older sibling tone of irritation. 

Both of them were curious, like cats, to find out where he was going when he broke his patrolling routine and made the error of asking both their father and mothers for permission to spend the rest of the day helping you at the labs with your studies that you had been struggling with.

No matter how much he tried to pull both parents aside, at least one sibling had managed to eavesdrop, and then his plans of keeping it on the down low had fallen through like a domino effect. 

This was why Tuk was bouncing on her heels, trailing after her two bickering brothers, Neteyam and Lo'ak. "No fair!" She tantrums, adding to the chattering back and forth, "I want to see y/n too, how come you're the only one that gets to go?" 

With your parents being loyal scientists passionate for a change, standing alongside Jake Sully were a group of good hearted human beings that were allowed to stay on Pandora to live alongside the Na'vi colony. 

Given that you were the second less rogue lab baby, it was the story that set the stage for your loving and extremely intelligent life. 

Maybe it was the fact that you still had your two loving parents, ending up more bubbled and growing up to be more of a homebody constantly wrapped up in some sort of new experiment scattering around the lab despite working with people twice your age. 

Everyone had grown to feel like one big nerdy family within the lab walls. 

Neteyam tightly inhaled with his hand wrapped tight around the leather hand grip from the holster for his Ikran. He was starting to grow thinner and thinner with the patience of telling the little girl every excuse under the sun other than flat out saying that he just wished to spend time with you alone. 

Lo'ak, of course, had been no help in calming Tuk down; his motormouth only added fuel to the flame as he continued to pester him alongside her. 

"He doesn't want us to come so he can finally make a move on his girlfriend." The youngest boy teased. Lo'ak flinched away from his brother's attempt at kicking him in the shoulder with a knowing chuckle, the comment only made Tuk whine more in disgust.

Muttering an insult as he mounted his ride, Neteyam ignored the tightness in his stomach at just the mere mention of your name beside his hinting towards a romantic relationship; it was an odd pretty relationship you had with the eldest son.

“I won't be fawning, I'm just going because she asked me for help with her research.” Neteyam gave his siblings one more stern glare.

“And she's not my girlfriend.” 

Lo’ak doubled in laughter, fuel only added as Neteyam showed more signs of annoyance. “Research? For what, exploring each other's bodies?” Neteyam had only rolled his eyes at the lewd question, taking off just in time for Tuk to ask what the joke had meant. 

Neteyam had been to the labs a handful of times, whether it was to hang out with Spider, accompany Kiri to see her mother, or just keep a close eye on Lo'ak to make sure he would stay out of trouble.

But he felt like this visit was just different from all the others—more intimate, greeting the few familiar faces as you guided him by hand through the lab rooms. Ducking through doorways and crouching through cramped human sized halls to your quarters that had been cleared out for a separate space all to yourself. 

It had been an old rec room redesigned and rearranged to your liking to hold all your personal belongings and decor. What was notable to Neteyam was the lack of boring control panels, odd techy devices, and bland white furniture all over the rest of the lab. 

The usual white and blue alien sleeping pod had been swapped out for a netted hammock similar to the one he would use at home, making your room appear completely disconnected from the rest of the sterile and overly organized aesthetic. 

A long desk piled high with books and paperwork was located across from your resting place next to the hatch entrance door, taking up its own space next to the large window overlooking the forest below the cliff. Your desk served as a clear confirmation to Neteyam that you were as intelligent as you appeared.

To enter Neteyam had to duck down enough to fit under the sliding door frame. As he did so, he peered around your messy bedroom with big curious eyes, soaking up as much information as he could about the space you loved to lock yourself up in all day rather than with him. "Okay, so this is what I've got done so far."

He followed the slight gesture of your hand, following towards the splattered spread of canvas against the once white wall now covered in layers of small paintings and scribbled wordings, but there was once a portrait that had caught his eye the most, a towering blue warrior posed with a bow. 

You had painted him on your wall.

Neteyam exhales as his long fingers run against the textured wall, his ears folding back, expressing his hidden bashful feelings as he comes face to face for the first time with a beautiful mural of himself.

"Ah, don't touch it," The gentle grasp of his elbow draws his attention back to you, "it's still drying, dummy."  

Your entire hand could only manage to wrap around two of his large fingers as you used the bottom hem of your shirt to wipe away the smudged paint on his fingertips, the view allowing Neteyam to look down at you while swallowing at the peak of your midriff.

In a good way, your body was very different from his. In contrast to his towering frame, you were much shorter with skin a warm shade of brown rather than the light sky blue he was used to seeing around.

It was more enticing to Neteyam, you weren't like anyone else he was used to, not even similar to Spider. You were a woman for one, he couldn't help but find himself entranced by you just so soft and plush looking, especially as you stood before him collecting your art supplies from around your bedroom.

He liked the way you always seemed to exude confidence with every step you took. How whenever you were concentrating on a task, your expression would soften, biting at the skin at your lip enough to draw his attention to the shape of your lips.

“Okay, so sit for a moment.”

He does as you say and sits with his legs crossed in front of you while kneeling on the ground. He had managed to have a height difference that reached your collarbone even while he was seated while you stood in front of him. Neteyam felt a bit insecure under your studied, silent gaze, watching your eyes move down his body with an uncomfortable exhale.

It didn't help his anxieties much that you were a more hands on learner, blinking as your hand reached out to caress his face.

A shiver ran up his spine at the gentle brush of your fingers against his cheek. "Your marks are so distinctive, pretty," you complement breathlessly with the trace of your pointing finger against his temple.

His ears twitched, and before he could react, his tail wrapped itself snugly around the middle of your thigh and drew you closer to him.

He murmurs timidly, "Yeah, they're kind of just all over," Before his hands could rest flat on his lap, he gestures while briefly puffing out his chest.

His eyes were looking anywhere but yours, as he was almost close to purring under your gentle touch. He just couldn't trust how his body would react to anything else. It was a mental war, trying not to make it seem as if he was completely gawking at your body.

The lift of your shirt exposed that same part of your stomach that his eyes could only see but his hands longed so desperately to trace. Neteyam’s fingers twitched, making a fist before hesitating in his grasp on your hips, his palm engulfing your sides.

The sight of his thumbs not being able to touch caused him to let out a shaky breath.

You nearly fell over when he suddenly wrapped his strong hands around you. The only thing you noticed was the curious look in his large, yellow eyes that were raking up from your waist as you used his shoulder to help you ground yourself. "Can I see it?" he asks.

You took a moment to process what he was trying to ask before your other hand could instantly cover the pudge of your stomach. "Hm, sure." You finally nod, lifting your shirt just enough to reach the midsection of your torso. 

You had your marks in the form of a scar, a healed claw mark that stretched just below your rib, and a memory of the first time Neteyam nearly saved your life from a rogue Thanator that had wandered too far from its territory. 

His face winced as he tried to push back the dreaded feeling he still would get in his chest thinking back on that horrible day. His fingers stroke against the rough skin, gentle enough as if he were afraid that he would crush you between his fingers by accident.

"I'm sorry," he mutters shamefully. "I let it leave a mark on you." He felt as if he had taken an arrow to the chest, the clench that he felt nicking in his ribs with every flooded memory of having betrayed your parents and his trust by being unable to truly ensure your safety in his hands.

"I told you to stop apologizing. You saved my life, Neteyam." You reassure him, yet he would fail to feel the same way, his fingers continuing down the scar tissue low enough to reach the waistband of your pants. 

Neteyam’s fingers brush more towards your sides, his interest lingering at the hints of stretch marks on the skin of your hips. 

"And what about these?" Foreign were the marks embedded against your hips and the dance of his fingers as they dragged down the jagged lines under them, hidden under the waist of your pants. 

It was a daring request, meeting eyes with a soft gaze that had a flaming heat feel as if it were flowing through his veins. 

Peering down at him with a dark look that made the tug of his tail more inviting, you closed the distance, falling against him with enough reaction time to straddle his waist. “Aren't I the one supposed to be the one studying you?” you whisper 

“I don't mind, go ahead.” Your back arches as you encircle his shoulder with your arms and tuck yourself closer as Neteyam watches how you react. 

His hands had taken the place of his previous grasp on your thighs, his tail wrapped possessively around your midsection. “Ohe think ohe'm keye’ung love.”

The beating in his chest was dangerous, but so was the way you looked at him before your lips could meet.

Neteyam didn't consider himself to be much of a romantic, the closest he had come to experiencing true love was through the example of the close bond his parents shared.

But as he kissed you, suddenly it all just made sense.

When you pulled away, exhaling hard, all he could do was chase after your mouth. The proportions were only a bit off—not too much that either of you had any objections against—as he swallowed each moan and whine that would pull from your throat.

Neither Neteyam nor you have ever kissed anyone before, maybe it was the way it felt so right to just let each other's instincts take over, grasping and tugging each other tightly as if there were any possible way you could get any closer.

Pure lust was what had taken over as Neteyam felt you shiver under his fingertips, the tangle of your hand in his braids had sent a new, inexperienced spark through his body.

Neteyam hissed at the odd feeling that struck him like a wave. "Oh, sorry," you mutter with a lick of your lips, your arms still laced around him.

He hadn't understood what you were apologizing for at first until he had followed your pointed stare to his crotch. 

The feeling that had waved through him was now all too clear as you both glanced shyly at his bulging situation—that you had the guts to reach out and fondle before he could even process how to breathe once more. 

With a sigh of breath, Neteyam practically whines at the contact, too caught up with the pit forming in his lower stomach to feel the embarrassment he would have felt at the pitch of the noises that parted from his lips. 

You readjust yourself in his hold, wincing slightly at the death grip he had on your thighs. The small space you created was enough for you to fully get a better grasp on his length, disregarding the cloth that held his privacy and rubbing your thumb over the dark blue tip of his dick, smearing the precum that he oozed.

Neteyam doesn't know whether he wants to watch or squeeze his eyes shut, his expression pained, yet his body felt everything but. 

His breath was shaky, and his limbs were tensing with each fisted stroke. 

All he could do was tremble and moan as you jerked him off. "Ah, hold on, p–please." As he sagged forward and whimpered, Neteyam attempted to catch his breath.

His sudden deadweight forced you to fall backward onto your back, where you then caught yourself lying beneath him. You followed suit to the small moment of mercy, mostly for your own sake at the dull tiredness in your wrist.

Now that the position had not helped much to ease whatever was building up inside, Neteyam sighed at the newfound feeling of rutting himself against the soft skin of your leg that his dick was pressed against.

Wanting more of the skinship, Neteyam’s hands wandered to whatever they could grab, hearing you giggle slightly from the ticklish sensation. 

It was the guide of your hand wrapping around his wrist, guiding his hand lower past the waistband of your pants. He felt drunk watching the way your expression shifted at just the mere feeling of his long fingers finding just the spot where you needed him most. 

It was an otherworldly sensation that Neteyam was experiencing, feeling you tight around his fingers and pistoning in and out of you at a careful, almost unbearably slow pace with each thrust.

Even as you finished with your tense muscles clenching around him and a broken moan that made him shiver, a noise of encouragement would make him never want to stop praising you.

Once Neteyam got a look at his slick covered fingers, it was like a lightbulb had switched on.

Before you could even process the end of your orgasm, Neteyam had crawled down closer to your legs, leaning down desperately and tugging off your pants. Both of you still found the atmosphere light and comfortable enough to humor each other's eagerness. 

Your laughter faded into small gasps at the strength with which Neteyam had elevated you enough to bury his face into your pussy sitting crouched on his knees as if you weighed absolutely nothing.

The same tongue he used to shyly babble to you with is now showing its true talent as his fingers probe you open the twitch of your hips shift against his mouth, directing him straight to his tongue sucking at your clit. 

It doesn't take much strength for him to hold you in place, your entire lower half is lifted in his grasp, knees bent and held up against his shoulders, and you use your elbows to perch yourself up as your muscles clench from the pleasure of your orgasm.

Neteyam, who hadn't had much of a grasp on the ecstasy of climaxing, continued to suck and finger until you trembled all over and were begging out his name for mercy. 

He was practically boneless, and tears threatened to roll down your cheeks as he finally allowed you to collapse into a heap of putty mess flat on the floor.

You push out your arms lazily, beckoning Neteyam into your embrace as you tug him down to lay on his chest with each other's legs tangled together, panting the same breath. 

It was a comfortable moment of silence, listening to the matched rhythm of each other's heartbeat.

[the-monkey-ruler]

Hello!!! Stumbled upon this blog on a casual scroll-through and am super impressed at how thorough and passionate it is!! Kudos!!

I had a question, if it’s not too much of a bother:

Is there any sort of artifact mentioned in JTTW (or Chinese mythology at large) that’s been used to contain a yaoguai’s power/take it away from them? Maybe in the vein of Guanyin’s vase? Sorry if this doesn’t make sense.

So what you are asking for is something that can take away cultivation so to speak? There are some tv/movies that do show other yaoguai that are able to eat the life force of yaoguai and forcing them back into their original state therefore taking away their power and their humanoid form.

However that is more popular in modern media, as for any canon items they are more focused on subduing and capturing rather than depowering.

Gaunyin's vase sadly hasn't been able to show any depowering abilities either if you were asking about that. It has been show to whole an entire ocean and that it can hold healing water. But there are movies where she is able to capture demons (such as Wukong) in her vase and keep them in a state of status. But I don't know how in canon that is as she does have a lot of history outside of journey to the west.

But on to magical items in journey to the west! I shall rank them from most subduing to least subduing

Subduing Buff Attacking

Golden Jade Ring (金剛琢) - it can change size, is invulnerable to water and fire, can strike all things, collect various magic weapons and weapons, and has infinite uses. Laojun used this treasure to knock down Sun Wukong and help Erlang Shen capture him. The One Horned King used this treasure to take away Sun Wukong's golden hoop, Nezha's six weapons, and the magic weapons of hundreds of gods and generals. It can even dissolve water, fire, thunder and lightning. Later, Taishang Laojun, who came down to the world himself, defeated it with a fire-type banana fan. This was the thing that put Wukong stop in his tracks, doesn't take away power but def the most powerful.

Flask of Yin and Yang Essence (陰陽二氣瓶) - it contains the Seven Treasures and Eight Diagrams, twenty-four Qi, and requires thirty-six people, according to the number of Tiangang, to lift it. This treasure can hold a person and if a person does not speak, the bottle will be very cool. But once they speak, fire will burn them into pulp water in a moment. Wukonghad to use his Golden Hair he was given by Guanyin to escape. While not invincible it took another magical item to counteract it and thus very powerful.

Golden Cymbals (金鐃) - the magic weapon used by the Yellow-Browed Monster who trapped Sun Wukong inside and would have turned to puss inside it if he didn't escape. Sun Wukong escaped from the golden cymbal with the help of Kang Jinlong and immediately broke it. Took nearly an army to escape it, very powerful.

Purple Gold Red Gourd (紫金紅葫蘆) - as long as you call out your opponent's name if they respond, the elixir will pull them inside. Then a note with the words "The Supreme Lord Laozi, please obey my command as soon as possible" will be posted on it, and the elixir will turn into pus in a few hours. Hard to say how powerful this is since Wukong escaped it twice turning into a bug so... take that as user error or not.

Human Sack (人種袋) - Sun Wukong invited the twenty-eight constellations, the two generals of the tortoise and the snake, the five great dragons, Prince Xiao Zhang and the four great generals, but they were all put into the monster's bag. Later, Maitreya Buddha took back the human seed bag and put the demon king into the bag. Very powerful but does not kill, so less of a threat.

Golden Cloth Rope (幌金繩) it was originally a belt used by Taishang Laojun to tie his robe. It has a tightening rope spell but also a loosening rope spell and if a user knows both they most likely will not be affected. Powerful but if you know the loosening spell it is useless.

Suet Jade Flask (羊脂玉淨瓶) this was used by Taishang Laojun to make elixirs and hold water. It has space inside to hold water from all over the world.

Seven Stars Sword (七星劍) - the real sword from the Ming and Qing dynasties that has survived in modern times was used by Tan Sitong. The seven stars are mainly symbolic, but from the perspective of material mechanics, they should have the function of buffering stress concentration and preventing the sword from breaking.

Palm Leaf Fan (芭蕉扇) - The two banana fans, yin and yang, are held by Taishang Laojun and Princess Iron Fan respectively: the banana fan used by Taishang Laojun is yang, and the six Ding divine fire it fanned is the power source of the alchemy furnace; the banana fan used by Princess Iron Fan is yin, and its water vapor can extinguish the fire in Huoyan Mountain. The two fans are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining. There are prototypes that can be traced in reality.

Banana Leaf Fan (芭蕉扇) - The extremely yin treasure fan can fan out water vapor, and water can extinguish fire, so it can extinguish the 800-li Flame Mountain. "Journey to the West" Chapter 59 "Tang Sanzang's Road Blocks the Flame Mountain, Sun Xingzhe Uses the Banana Fan" "...Her banana fan was originally a magical treasure created by heaven and earth since the beginning of chaos behind Kunlun Mountain. It is the essence of the Taiyin, so it can extinguish fire." The yin wind fanned out can make people drift 84,000 miles before it can stop.

Purple-Gold Bells (紫金鈴) - This Purple Gold Bell was forged by Taishang Laojun in the Eight Diagrams Furnace, and it is very powerful. Shake it once, and fire will come out. Shake it twice, and smoke will come out. Shake it three times, and sand and rocks will fly. Sun Wukong stole the golden bell and then subdued "Sai Taisui".

If you are looking for more magic items that can take away cultivation I actually think that there is something in FSYY that took away some daoists' cultivation... but I think that was more of a formation than an item... I'm sorry I didn't take notes on but that novel DEF has a lot of magical items!!

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

What are the biggest fears of the townspeople in Stardew Valley?

Ok, this is a very interesting question. I tried to take into account the canonical fears of people (the same Abigail and Harvey), as they have dialogues that reveal their fears. Thanks for the ask, dear anon, and enjoy!

Warning: there are references to various phobias as well as sad and unpleasant moments. There is no detailed description but still it is worth warning, it may be unpleasant for someone to read.

Rats. Haley is terribly afraid of rats. Huge and scary rodents almost the size of Haley's handbag ... Eeeeeeep, gross!

To be buried alive in a pile of stones in the mines, to die of starvation or wounds, so that later your soul wanders through these very mines like a damned spirit... For Marlon, this is probably the worst fate that he would not wish even an enemy.

Acrophobia made it impossible for Harvey to follow his dream of becoming a pilot, and to this day he has to face problems due to his fear of heights.

Kent fears that the war with the Gotoro Empire will knock on the door of Stardew Valley, the home of his family and friends.

For Shane, the worst thing is if something happens to his dearest niece. Given that they live close to the forest where wolves and bears live...

Clowns... Penny stays away from the man with the clown make-up at every Stardew Valley Fair.

No matter how much Clint grumbles about his work as a blacksmith and about Pelican Town residents, his biggest fear is being alone. Especially dying alone.

The mere thought of going to the doctor brings panic to poor Vincent's face. And if he needs to get a flu shot, then all the glass and windows will crack from loud crying.

Needles. Bummer, why does Sam need to take medicine not in the form of bitter pills, but as an injection? Of course, he's not as scared as his younger brother, but his mom said that Sam cried a lot louder at the doctor's appointment when he was a child.

Poor Jas is terrified of the dark and won't be able to sleep in her room without her nightlight and plush bunny.

Every day, the Wizard needs to check the seal on his wife's hut, for he is afraid that she, in a fit of revenge, will still be able to unleash her wrath on the innocent inhabitants of Stardew Valley. If this happens, he will never forgive himself.

Sebastian has always loved watching the sea, but swimming in the sea - no thanks. One unpleasant incident in childhood, in which he almost drowned in sea water, discourages the desire to swim even in adulthood.

A huge crowd of people is what Leah fears the most, because she knows many true stories when an uncontrollable crowd in a panic can accidentally knock a person to the ground and trample.

Once Pierre visited an exhibition of vintage dolls in Zuzu city with his wife and said to himself: never again. Why dolls? He himself cannot answer.

Snakes for Marnie. And it doesn't matter if they're poisonous or not. Just the sight of a snake makes her break out in a cold sweat.

Abigail is a brave girl, but spiders have always been her weakness. And the fact that there are monster spiders in the mines... Brrr!

No one argues that good-natured Emily loves animals very much, but the sight of a huge predator like a bear or a pack of wolves causes her only piercing fear. And no wonder, these are wild animals.

For Jodi, it's the fear of food poisoning. An even greater fear is that you will be poisoned by your own cooked food. Even more - if her husband and sons were poisoned at the same time. She always checks five times to see if there are any accidental insects or something else in the dough or in the soup.

Who would have thought that Elliott has signs of lyssophobia. Although he is a very creative and philosophical person, among such people there are often individuals who are afraid to go crazy.

More than once or twice Demetrius refused Sebastian and Mary to have a puppy in the house. And this is not because he is harmful, but because he is terribly afraid of them (the dogs, not the kids).

George is afraid of what is inevitable and, sooner or later, will come to everyone without exception - old age.

It's not for nothing that Robin scolds her husband strongly when he almost set a fire in their house due to an unsuccessful experiment - the prospect of being burned alive in an inexorable flame in his own house scares the town carpenter the most. She treated the wood of their house for the sake of seriousness to minimize the possibility of a fire.

Maru can't stand honey, and that's because honey is the sweet nectar from honeycombs, one of the triggers of her trypophobia.

Sea sirens strike terror into the heart of every sailor, and Willy is no exception. An insidious angelic voice that cannot be resisted will pull you and your ship to the bottom, to be eaten by fish. Some mermaids are kind, but the old sea wolf knows what these sea demons can be.

There is no greater nightmare for Alex than the return of his biological father to the Pelican Town.

Somehow, I got the feeling that Lewis has signs of technophobia. All these gadgets, computers and newfangled smartphones cause him irritation, and then fear when he is forced to use one of them.

Poor Evelyn's heart was broken when she buried her daughter, and she fears more than anything that she will have to bury her grandson too... No mother/grandmother should bury their precious children.

The fear of tall objects, buildings, statues is one of the reasons why Gus decided to settle in a calm Valley, and not work as a cook in a huge metropolis.

[therobotmonster]

In honor of he who died and rose after three days in the grave and now grants life ever lasting to his followers I thought it only right I got into the spirit once. So Dracula, this one's for you:

Just look at it.

You have what appears to be (and is) an accountant being menaced by boobalicious vampire women twice his size, so he's got Ethan Winters beaten to the punch by 34 years. But don't be fooled. One glance into his 30-yard stare and its obvious why only Mr. Weems can stop these sinister She-Vampires:

Weems is dead on the inside yet still living, where the she-vampires are animated from within with life, while dead.

He is their antithesis.

So yeah, a pile of jank with a fun name crossed my path, and now you all have to hear about it. If you're not hitting 'J', you have no one to blame but yourself.

Released on a scad of systems, but mostly the ZX Spectrum and the C64, The Astonishing Adventures of Mr. Weems & the She-Vampires is a sort of 'Gauntroidvania'. It's also trying to push the limits of how titillating a pre-NES era game could be, though the C64 port's interface missed that memo.

The hacked c64 version was the one I played, but giantbomb had a lot of gifs from the ZX verison that I've upscaled for demonstration purposes.

The only bit of story is from the back package. Weems wants to feel something, so he's decided to take on the Great She-Vampire or die in her buxom grasp. Fair.

This game is not recommended for people with epilepsy, dignity, or in general.

Mr. Weems has a garlic gun to defend his ever-dropping blood supply (vampire hunter is an odd professon with anemia) and destroy the baddies...

All three of them, which are all introduced on the first screen!

You've got bats, they pop out of pots and attack you.

The manual says these guys are Frankenstein's' monsters, but they're clearly the giant from Twin Peaks trying to warn you that you've bought a dud.

On the C64, the lesser she-vampires are clearly based on Dracula's brides, whereas on the ZX, they're more like ghosts with big naturals.

Which means that to get both kinds of vampire babe from the secondary cover, you'd have to buy a cassette for your c64, and and for your ZX. And I don't mean a cartridge, I mean a, Cassette tape.

If you manage to stalk your way all the way to the end and find the gear you need to destroy her, the Great She-Vampire awaits:

There's no boss fight, but there is a 1 pixel nip, at least on the ZX spectrum.

From there you book it back the way you came, only every screen now has a she-vampire chasing you in a murderous rage. Make it out, and you win. Or maybe you didn't, because just like the Dungeon of Fear and Hunger, you can never really escape Mr. Weems & the She-Vampires.

Only Weems increases the immersion by truamatizing you, the player. Mr. Weems is fine. You don't have to worry about the Weems.

So...

Is it a good game?

Not remotely, but that isn't the point in the slightest.

It's temping to say this is the Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Living and Became Mixed-Up Zombies of video games, but that's not quite right. Weems has promise and ISCWSLaBMUZ doesn't make promises. It issues threats.

Mr. Weems has the charm of a concept that's all potential and zero execution. A dead-eyed accountant gunning his way in a Gauntlet-esq blitz through a vampire-babe infested castle is a fun idea, more-so with all the secret passages and 'gather items and backtrack to the boss' aspect. It's just everything else that goes wrong.

I mean, who doesn't want to hunt the Great She-Vampire to her penthouse for a good staking, I ask you?

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Wonder how Buddha, Shiva, Hades, and Qin Ham Shi would react to a human fighter that uses their opponents fear against them? Totally won't be making an oc that does that nope

-You had been ‘blessed’ with a unique ability, the ability to project other’s fears back onto them.

-You used this ability to your advantage, taking out cruel and evil people when you were on earth, many calling you a vigilante or a hero, but many called you a monster for using fear.

-In Valhalla, you didn’t use your ability often, as you had no reason to, but it was always there, just in case you did.

-That all changed when Ragnarok came around, and Brunnhilde wanted you to fight for humanity. While uneasy about it at first, you agreed, planning on using your ability only once, so you wouldn’t put your opponent through any unneeded psychological abuse.

-Looking into his eyes, after removing your aviator sunglasses, you were instantly able to know his fear and your form shaped, your body being covered in shadows before you emerged as a giant (icky, nasty, disgusting, hairy, yucky) spider.

-The girly shriek that left your opponent was almost comical as he tried to run from you and with one well-placed kick with one of your eight legs, you were announced the winner of the shortest match in the tournament.

-Many of the gods were mad at your ability, finding it unfair, while many of them had been using their own abilities against opponents.

-You returned backstage and your eyes lit up and you ran over, leaping into the arms of your lover who hugged you back, a chuckle leaving him, as he knew you were going to win your match.

-Buddha- He grinned as you made it back to his private room, “So what was it like having that many legs?” you snorted softly in laughter before giving him a grin, falling onto his sofa and he crawled on top, resting his head on your chest, “Weird, but it’s not the first time I’ve been a spider.” He shivered in disgust, not liking them either which made you grin. Buddha knows you would never use it on someone who wasn’t attacking you, you had only used your ability once or twice in Valhalla, when someone tried to kill you, one was a stalker of Buddha, pissed that you were dating him, and you scared the bejesus out of her, and the other claimed you weren’t a strong person and didn’t deserve to live. You played with his hair, taking it out of his bun which he scowled at, as his bun is rather hard to put up, before he melted into you, cuddling you close.

-Shiva- Once in his private room you beamed and ran over, leaping into the pillow pile with his three wives who were instantly smothering you with affection before Shiva joined the cuddle pile, resting his head on your lap. Parvati was leaning against your arm, “Your match was over so quickly! But I’m glad you’re not hurt!” you thanked her, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek before Durga spoke, “Can you control the size of whatever you turn into?” you shook your head, “Nope, I turn into whatever will scare people the most, so if it’s a spider, I’ll be the biggest spider I can!” Shiva laughed warmly, cupping your cheek tenderly, “And you were pretty terrifying!” you threw your hands up in a cheer, making them all laugh, finding it funny.

-Hades- He knew he had nothing to be afraid of from you, as you didn’t use your ability willy-nilly, like to get your way or something like that, you only used it when fighting serious opponents or threats. Hades knew this and knew you could be terrifying when you wanted to be, not so much from what you change into, but more along the lines that no matter who it is, even him, you can tell what they’re afraid of. You have so much blackmail, so much power, knowing people’s hidden fears, but you choose not to use it. Hades let you sit on his lap, turning him into your throne, cuddling up to him as you pouted, “My match ended too quickly!” he boomed with laughter, patting your head, “That’s what you get when you use your ability straight off the bat.” Your pout deepened, but then lessened after he pecked your cheek.

-Qin Shi Huang- Had a feast waiting for you, all the food still piping hot since your match literally was only about a minute long, most of it being taken up by your transformation. He sat you down on his lap, celebrating your win by feeding you, telling you what all the dishes were, since you had trouble sometimes with Chinese food, telling what is what. Zheng knows you would never use your ability for evil, which you easily could do and that honestly scares him as you would be unstoppable, but finds it relaxing that you don’t, giving him a small sense of relief. He couldn’t lie to himself, if he had such an ability, he would be using it to his advantage anytime and anywhere he could, grinning as he believed himself to be a super villain, but that’s why he’s happy you have it and not him.

[lalune9x]

SCTIR Translation - Chapter 462: I'm a Fan! (2)

[NOVEL SPOILERS] Story context: The Gold Hamster is a monster that Han Yoojin previously promised to obtain for Do Hamin. I don't think there is much other context needed to understand this section, other than the beginning of the China kidnapping arc (i.e., Park Hayul's abilities and role), which has been translated by SFS Translations. But please let me know if anything is unclear!

The man at the front, in particular, didn’t even seem real. His build looked to be twice, no, three times my size. “Hyung-nim, get a hold of yourself,” Hyuna whispered quietly.

Chapter translation under the cut.

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The team that succeeded in capturing the Gold Hamster was an alliance between the guilds Burn Cave and Modbul. Modbul, a mid-sized guild based in Central Africa, handled purchasing the entrance ticket to the Gold Hamster dungeon and led the way. Burn Cave, a large American guild, contributed the main combat hunters to the dungeon strategy team, as well as the monster tamer.

However, Chloe Alger did not belong to either guild. The report stated that she had been hired as a freelance hunter.

Although her name and affiliation were revealed upon her arrival in Korea, her identity had initially been anonymized in the report. The Gold Hamster was a ticket to scoring a contract with the mount rearing facility. Of course, there would be those trying to seize it for themselves.

"The hunters currently present include the Burn Cave guild leader and members, with one S-rank, five A-ranks, and three B-ranks, including the freelance hunter," Director Song reported. 

His gaze briefly fell to my shoes before returning upward. "Even without heels, Han Yoojin-ssi’s height has suddenly—"

“Oh dear, Director Song! You’re so tactless!” Moon Hyuna interrupted Song Taewon’s words. “You should just pretend not to notice.”

“...Pardon?” Director Song looked confused, glancing between Hyuna and me. Well, um. I guess Director Song wouldn’t know about stuff like this…

Director Song continued, “If your height increased by around 3 cm in the span of a week, it could be due to a stat rank increase, so it’s worth checking out. There's no need to hide it—”

“It’s height-enhancing insoles, just insoles!” I blurted out, feeling the back of my neck heat up in embarrassment. I had known that the S-ranks who saw me regularly would easily notice, but I had hoped they’d quietly let it slide. “If I just raise my height a little more, I’d be over 180 with the shoes... Everyone else is around 2 meters tall, and they’re all broad-shouldered, you know? The Americans especially are no joke.”

Among America’s high-ranking hunters, many had been over 190 cm and weighed over 100 kg even before their awakening. There was even an incident where two American football teams, known for their physical prowess, had awakened en masse due to a dungeon break near a stadium. As a result, the average height of America’s top hunters was around 2 meters.

People who were more than a head taller than me, all crowded together... Plus, since I personally liked some of them, I wanted to appear even a little bigger. Even when negotiating contracts for mounts, I didn’t want to be underestimated just for being too small.

“Ah, I see. I had noticed your gait seemed a bit unnatural...” Director Song nodded slightly, seeming to understand. “My apologies.”

“No, no, it’s fine. Haha...”

...Maybe I should just take them off.

“It’s because of your height?” After Director Song, it was my younger brother's turn to tilt his head curiously. He looked like he couldn’t understand why I cared about my height at all. “I thought it was some sort of support to help you walk more comfortably.”

“...It’s for increasing height.”

Yoohyun, you'll never need to know about these things. In the first place, no hunter would wear insoles that could hinder their movements. 

Yerim whispered, "Ajussi, hang in there.” 

Normally, I wasn’t too bothered by it. After all, it wasn’t as if I was short by non-awakened or lower-tier hunter standards; it was just that all the American hunters were giants.

“When you’re too small, it’s possible to get underestimated. Sung Hyunje-ssi, would you also care to say something?” I said as I took off my shoes. It felt better not to wear them if they made me seem awkward.

“If you’re worried about being underestimated, growing a beard might be a better option,” Sung Hyunje replied.

“Huh? A beard?”

“It would make you look a little older.”

Sung Hyunje’s comment made Hyuna nod thoughtfully. “That’s true. Hyung-nim, you look like a high schooler at best right now.”

“I-I’m twenty-five!”

“But the people over there all look older. They seem to mature rapidly in their late teens. Even Liette looks four or five years older than you.”

I had chalked that up to a difference in demeanor. Maybe I should consider wearing a fake beard.

“Since the Burn Cave guild might find it threatening, not everyone can follow Han Yoojin-ssi,” Director Song said, looking at the S-ranks. Even excluding the public official Song Taewon, there were still several S-ranks. While the other side only had one, we had four.

“He’s my brother,” Yoohyun asserted, clearly implying that he should be included.

“I’m here to meet an acquaintance,” said Moon Hyuna.

“I also know the guild members over there,” Sung Hyunje commented.

“Would they really find little old me threatening?” Yerim played up being a mere fifteen year old middle school student, pretending to be weak. 

Director Song sighed heavily. “I’ll ask the Burn Cave guild. But if they refuse, you’ll have to accept it.”

He pulled out his phone and walked toward the window. Though he said "if they refuse," it seemed unlikely. After all, they probably wouldn’t be just leaving one mount in my care. As expected, Director Song soon nodded in acknowledgment.

“Only one person can stay by Han Yoojin-ssi's side. The rest of you will need to maintain some distance.”

“Let’s draw lots, fair and square!” 

Yerim glared at Yoohyun as she said this. She had lost every single round of rock-paper-scissors. In their most recent match, they had even allowed the use of skills, with Yerim using her mist and Yoohyun his acceleration skill, creating water droplets to block visibility and then evaporating them into steam. It had been chaotic. In the end, they resorted to playing rock-paper-scissors blindfolded, but Yoohyun still won.

Yilin had helped Yoohyun by acting as his eyes. Once Yerim found out, she fumed, saying, "Just wait until my elemental is born!"

“...Please draw one stick each,” Director Song said, offering four sticks for fairness. The person who drew the marked stick was none other than Moon Hyuna.

“Luck is always on my side!”

“Hyung...” Yoohyun looked disappointed, and Yerim also seemed deeply regretful.

“You’re only being asked to stay at a distance. What’s the big deal?”

It wasn’t as if they were being sent away. What was all the fuss about?

“I’m worried my partner will be enchanted by his first love and leave me,” Sung Hyunje said.

“Ah, I told you she wasn’t my first love.”

“Really? Just a week ago, you were blushing in my arms,” Hyuna said.

“Hyuna-ssi!”

"It's my fault for having such a popular partner."

"Well, our Director Han is just so cute, what can you do? Let's have a drink."

Their banter was so absurd that I didn’t know what to say. You two, of all people, have no right to make such comments! If popularity were a competition, you’d both be contenders for the top ranks.

Anyway, with Moon Hyuna by my side, the others split into two teams: Yoohyun and Director Song on one side, and Yerim and Sung Hyunje on the other, to watch from a distance. There probably wouldn’t be any issues, but just in case.

And soon enough...

‘...This is ridiculous.’

A group of massive people appeared one after another. Their average height looked like it could easily exceed 2 meters. Wow, look at the size of their necks. Their shoulders were no joke, either. The man at the front, in particular, didn’t even seem real. His build looked to be twice, no, three times my size.

“Hyung-nim, get a hold of yourself,” Hyuna whispered quietly.

No, but seriously… Isn’t he a giant? Even though I was used to being around tall, well-built people, I couldn’t get used to this. Not only was he tall vertically, but he was also wide horizontally, making me think he probably couldn't pass through a normal house doorway face-on. I couldn’t help but wonder if his house was double the size of an average one, with larger doors, higher ceilings, bigger couches, dining tables, and beds. Even a king-size bed would look like a single to him.

“I’m Jason Braun, the leader of Burn Cave Guild.”

“...I’m Han Yoojin, the head of the Rearing Facility.”

Jason extended his hand. Of course, his hand was enormous. As he stood before me, everyone else completely disappeared from view. I had to crane my neck just to see his face.

"You must be tired from your long journey. Please, have a seat..."

Was there even a chair big enough for him? This lounge was designed for high-ranking hunters, so everything was oversized, but still, he was way beyond the norm. Wow, even as a non-awakened person, this guy could’ve easily overpowered a lower-tier hunter. Had he grown even bigger after awakening? He must have already been 2 meters tall before.

While I zoned out for a moment, Jason greeted Moon Hyuna, then acknowledged Director Song, Sung Hyunje, Yoohyun, and Yerim. It made sense for him to know Sung Hyunje, but I didn’t expect him to be familiar with Director Song. That must have been 100% because of Sung Hyunje.

"So, you mentioned wanting to take a look around the rearing facility, correct?"

I tried hard to recall the pre-arranged visit schedule of the Burn Cave Guild. But the giant in front of me kept interrupting my train of thought. His chest was right in front of my face. Our height difference must have been at least 40 cm. This was like the difference between a child and an adult.

“Yes. We also brought a baby monster we’d like to entrust to you, Director Han.” Jason smiled broadly as he spoke. He hadn’t mentioned that part earlier, so they must have been keeping it a secret. Probably because it could be taken away... His shoulders were so broad they made his head seem small.

“First, we’ll need to draft a contract. You’ve already received the basic terms, correct? Since I’m the one who requested the Gold Hamster, I’ll keep additional conditions to a minimum. You’ll also need to sign a safety-related contract in addition to the breeding contract, as this is a facility where ordinary employees and young monsters reside. And I'm only F-rank myself."

Fortunately, words flowed smoothly from my mouth.  As we moved to the prepared seating area, I could finally see the people accompanying Jason. The hunters standing a bit farther away were also big, but compared to Jason, they seemed relatively ordinary.

And standing at the end of the group was a familiar face—Chloe Alger. Moon Hyuna, sitting next to me, gave her a small wave, and Chloe smiled back, lifting her fingers in a subtle greeting.

Wow, she really came.

“Director Han?”

"Oh, yes. Here, this is the safety contract."

I handed Jason the contract I had prepared in advance. I shouldn't make it too obvious. We're practically strangers, after all. Even so, my eyes subconsciously drifted sideways again. She was as tall and well-built as the man standing next to her. Her closely cropped hairstyle was different from what I'd seen on TV.

“And here’s the mount-rearing contract. What kind of monster will you be leaving in our care?”

“It’s a Black Bear. Sadly, it’s not S-rank, but it’s a powerful A-rank dungeon boss, just shy of S-rank.”

Oh, I think I’ve seen that on TV before. While Jason checked the contract, I snuck another glance. Ah, we made eye contact. The man next to Chloe whispered something quietly. What was he saying?

"He's saying Director Han looks really small,” Moon Hyuna quietly relayed to me.

Well, with Hyuna next to me and a giant in front, I must look even smaller than usual. 

"I also heard someone asking if you’re really twenty-five and not fifteen, instead.”

Fifteen was a bit harsh... I’m still taller than Yerim, at least. But compared to Jason... well, I wouldn’t blame them for thinking I’m an elementary schooler.

"...I'm not that small when I'm not next to you guys."

"That's true. I was worried when you shook hands earlier."

I’m perfectly average...

Jason, having signed the contract, looked at me and smiled. “You seem to have an interest in Hunter Chloe Alger.”

“Pardon? Oh, it’s just that... I happened to come across her on the internet.”

Even though there were no Korean subtitles, they still aired hunter-related shows. As soon as Hyuna had mentioned it to me, I had looked it up right away. Since filming inside dungeons was impossible, the current shows mostly focused on dungeon breaks. They covered response strategies for when dungeons burst, how to identify and avoid monsters based on their traces, and so on.

Before my regression, Chloe Alger’s broadcasts had mostly focused on survival techniques, too.

"I found the content quite informative. It seemed useful even for non-Awakened people."

“Yes. That’s why we hired Hunter Alger. To help capture the Gold Hamster, we needed her expertise in understanding its habits and behavior.” Jason mentioned that she had been a great help.

“After watching her broadcasts, I felt like I wanted to share some ideas with her... or perhaps offer my assistance,” I said. When I glanced over, Chloe was staring at me. Ugh, this is so embarrassing. Calm down. It’ll seem weird if I fanboy too hard after watching just a few broadcasts.

“Chloe! Director Han has something he wants to say to you,” Hyuna raised her hand, calling Chloe over. 

Wait, wait a minute. Chloe strode toward me with long steps.

“Oh, well, um. We’re developing equipment that allows filming inside dungeons. It’s already in the testing phase. Since you’re involved in broadcasting, I thought you might be interested...”

“In Korea?” Chloe asked, sounding a bit surprised. “To already be at the testing stage, that’s quick.”

There was a similar project underway in the U.S. After all, before my regression, the U.S. had pioneered this technology.

“I liked the purpose of your broadcasts, so um, I thought our equipment might be of interest. Plus, it could be good publicity. You have a lot of subscribers.”

“You’re too kind. It just seems that way because of the larger population." 

Her warm smile was exactly as I remembered before my regression. I’d always wanted to meet her in person... Although the feeling wasn't as desperate as before the regression, it was still nice. She seemed to be the same kind person as before. Despite being a high-ranking hunter, she took the time to create helpful broadcasts for those weaker than herself. Usually, hunters just killed monsters directly, but she helped people learn how to defend themselves.

So it wasn’t just out of personal fondness that I wanted to support her.

Chloe gladly accepted my offer. We stood up to head to the Association first and then to the rearing center.

‘Should I use the keyword?’

I didn't really intend to apply the keyword to Chloe, but if I could grant her an optimized skill, it might be helpful. Maybe I should just check how many optimized skills she had. While hidden behind Hyuna and Jason, I discreetly used my Sprout skill on Chloe.

[Awakened - Chloe Alger 

Current Stat Grade: S 

Potential Stat Grade: A~S]

…Wait, wasn’t she supposed to be A-rank?

[bridgyrose]

Ladybug Week Day 3: First Kiss

Blake winced as she felt the cool morning air against her skin and the gentleness of Ruby’s fingers against her back. Her body ached from shifting after the full moon had finally set, her head pounding as she continued to feel a rush from the adrenaline that still coursed through her body. She slowly opened her eyes and pulled Ruby’s cloak over herself to keep warm. 

“Finally awake?” Ruby asked. 

“Y-yeah, I’m awake,” Blake said groggily as she slowly got up, her arms shaking as they supported her. “You… you stayed with me. Why?” 

“You’re supposed to be my girlfriend, so of course I stayed with you. Though, you could’ve told me about this.” 

“About me being a monster?” Blake pulled the cloak around herself and looked around the small camp that Ruby had made. They were still in the darkest parts of the forest, light shining around the edges of the camp from the leaves above. Her stomach growled, and then she doubled over and heaved for a moment as her body started to realize it had eaten raw meat the night before. “Why… why didnt you run?” 

Ruby started to dig through her pack and pulled out some fresh clothes for Blake, along with some eggs, pancake mix, and a little milk. “You didnt try to hurt me and seemed more scared of me than I was of you. I hope pancakes will be okay with you for breakfast, I wasnt able to grab much before getting you out of Vale.” 

Blake nodded and grabbed the clothes, getting herself dressed as she tried to piece together the memories from her shift. She remembered shifting in Vale, being brought out with Ruby, a strange smell that seemed to linger around her partner, racing through the forest to hunt… but she couldnt remember if anyone had come to hunt her like they had before. “Yeah, pancakes will be fine.” She finished getting dressed and sat Ruby’s cloak next to her as she watched her partner start a fire and start to mix the pancake batter. “What happened to the people who came out to hunt me?” 

“No one did. I made sure no one saw you.” 

Blake quietly watched Ruby as she placed a pan over the fire and slid a small bit of butter into it to grease it up. It didnt make any sense that someone didnt come to hunt her down, especially after shifting in the middle of the city. People were terrified of wolves, let alone a werewolf that was twice the size of a regular wolf. “What do you mean no one came to find me?” 

“I mean exactly that, no one came to find you.” 

“But someone always does!” Blake yelled, pausing when she caught her reflection on the metal pan catching her canines were still enlarged from her transformation. She took a deep breath to relax, trying to keep her own anger from taking over. “Over the last eight months, someone has always come after me. Farmers, villagers, huntsmen… I’ve only killed when I had to in order to keep myself safe, but someone always comes. As far as anyone is concerned, I’m just a beast to be killed.” 

“And this time, no one came for you.” Ruby poured a little batter into the pan to start a pancake, smiling a bit as she watched it start to bubble. “I used my semblance to get us out of Vale and then I took you deep into the forest. No one saw you and you only went after deer and rabbits this time instead of anything the farmers were herding.” 

“That hasnt stopped anyone-” Blake froze when she felt Ruby kiss her, her thoughts trailing away for a brief moment as her hand went to Ruby’s back. She finally relaxed as Ruby broke the kiss, a blush crossing her cheeks as they seemed to heat up. “You… you kissed me.” 

“I needed you to calm down and try to relax for a moment,” Ruby said, hiding her own small blush as she focused on the pancakes. “Though, I guess that would be our first kiss, wouldn’t it? We’ve been dating since we’ve graduated and we havent kissed once, have we?” 

“Its not like we’ve had a lot of time.” Blake relaxed as she watched Ruby flip the pancake, her stomach growling from the smell. “Ozpin has been keeping you busy, I’ve had to spend some time in Menagerie, and even when we are together, we rarely have time to ourselves without being called on another mission. And then I…” she paused for a moment and put a hand to the scarred bite mark on her shoulder. “I became… this. Ironic though, a cat faunus becoming a wolf once a month.” 

Ruby chuckled a bit. “It is, but please dont hide anything like this anymore.” 

“I wont.” 

“Now eat. I’m sure you’ll feel better on a full stomach.” 

Blake nodded and took the first pancake, biting savagely into it. She savored the taste, already enjoying it more than the thought of eating raw meat. “And then… maybe we can have a bit of time to ourselves, right? Just you and me?” 

Ruby nodded and took another pancake out of the pan. “Of course.” 

Blake blushed at the thought of being alone with Ruby again, cuddling with her and holding her close. Just like she used to at Beacon. She slowly tore a piece of pancake and popped it into her mouth. “That would be nice.”

[satansleftnutcheek]

Just had like the biggest brain realization about Astarion bear with me I think I'm onto something here. Spoilers ahead for those who don't know about his "condition" or haven't heard about his tragic backstory™

I think people generally overlook the bite scene in favor of focusing on how it reveals Astarion being a vampire, how it can benefit the player if you're trying to romance him, or find an easy way to get him out of your party. I would like to note that there’s nothing wrong with this response! I did the same in my play through because I already knew he was a vampire due to spoilers. I just saw the scene as Astarion looking for his equivalent of a sandwich when it happened.

But why does Astarion bite Tav of all people?

The obvious answer is because Tav's the protagonist. Any important character scenes will happen to or involve them because they're the player character. It's the nature of how RPG stories are told. However, Larian Studios has put a lot of thought into this game, so why not dig a bit deeper?

Assuming Tav has everyone in their camp when this scene is triggered, Lae'zel and Shadowheart are off the menu purely because if things go wrong they'd immediately kill Astarion. Not good! If things go wrong with Karlach he could possibly smooth talk his way out of it. After all, she's a very kind person who goes out of her way to help people. But she's also twice his size and could snap him like a twig, which is not a risk worth taking.

Wyll isn't nearly as much of a threat as the other three, if it came down to it, Astarion could probably take him in a fight. The main problem here is that Wyll happens to have a habit of killing monsters, which would make talking things out really difficult. Astarion's relied on skills like persuasion for the past 2 centuries so he'd probably want to have his best skills be viable options if things go awry. Halsin, much like Karlach, is twice his size and could kill him with ease. Hard pass on that! This leaves Gale as the last, and really only, viable option. I mean look at him, he's frail as hell, always having the lowest HP in the party, and his weapon is a stick. Worst thing that could happen to Astarion is a bonk on the head.

So then why Tav? Why are they the one Astarion bites?

Now Tavs come in a lot of varieties. The player could be doing a Dark Urge run, they could be playing as the embodiment of pure evil, the kindest soul that is second only to Jesus, or somewhere in between. However, the one thing that unites them all is their power. They're the leader of the party and the others (to varying degrees) respect them. Tav is the one that chooses where the party goes, who they help, who they kill, and even how they'll have the tadpoles removed. In a way, Tav controls the party.

Remind you of something that Astarion openly talks about wanting?

For two centuries Astarion hasn't had autonomy, respect, freedom, resources, or control. What he's learned from those centuries is that power always gets you what you want. If you want freedom you need the power to control others. So while biting Gale would be the easy answer, it doesn't have the perk that biting Tav does.

If Tav wakes up during his biting attempt, Astarion could smooth talk his way out of it. If things go okay and Astarion gets to keep his head, he'll have gained more of Tav's trust. This in turn would give Astarion greater power over them as they'd be easier to manipulate, which in turn gives him more control over the others. If he ends up killing Tav then that technically would open up a power vacuum in the party. Whoever fills it would have all the power and control that Tav has. I don't think any of the other characters would let that happen though. Astarion's the person who you don't want to be the leader because he's clearly performing this role for his own self-centered reasons. Also seeing as this scene generally happens early in the game, nobody likes him enough to just let him become the leader.

Now if Tav lets Astarion bite them things get more interesting. It's a possibility that never occurred to him, but he isn't going to turn it down. First of all, it establishes Tav as an easy food source. Astarion has a consenting snack that in the future, might let him bite again. If that happens then Astarion's food source becomes far more reliable and surviving becomes significantly easier. Tav's consent also reveals how much they trust Astarion. From his perspective Tav's shown too much of their hand. Astarion's simple plan to manipulate Tav for the sake of his security has become child's play at this point.

All this being said having Astarion choose to bite Tav over Gale reveals so much about his character. While Gale is the safest choice to make, Tav's position of leadership is what entices Astarion to bite them over Gale. After experiencing two hundred years of mental and physical abuse, Astarion values power so much he'd be willing to risk his ability to not become a mind flare, and his life, in order to gain it. All because this is what he learned from being Cazador's slave for 200 years.

[hmshermitcraft]

This was meant to be short but then it kinda got away from me lmao, enjoy the longpost

It gets lonely, living in the same old ruins day in and day out for who knows how long. Boring too. Still, Cleo stayed there, both because she didn't really have anywhere else to go and for the safety of herself and others, can't turn people to stone if there's no one around after all.

Not even the animals tend to come by anymore, not after the first few however many years ago got petrified on accident. Which is why they're so surprised to see a flash of orange from the corner of their eye one day while walking around, so used to not seeing anything new she almost didn't notice it. Still, when she does process that there's something there, it takes about 0.5 seconds to whirl around and stare at the small creature crouching down at one of the buttons they'd placed around the ruins for funsies one day.

It was a curious being, humanoid in form yet seemingly made of copper, completely focused on the button in front of it (her?) to the point of not even noticing cleo approach until they were right behind it and clearing their throat in a way she hoped was menacing and not at all sounding like she was desperate for interaction with another being

Pearl meanwhile, had just been messing around with a button in these funky ruins she found before getting absolutely jumpscared by a (very pretty) zombie-snake-lady thing who was twice her size and promptly jumping much higher in the air than she would ever admit aloud from fright.

Still, after the initial scare and some very awkward introductions (particularly since the snake lady seemed to have not exactly spoken with anyone for a while so she wasn't great at speaking at first), they ended up gelling together quite well. It helped that pearl was immune to the petrification on account of being a copper golem, and the interaction ended with a promise for pearl to come back with stuff to teach cleo about how the world has changed in their absence.

Overall, a very successful trip into the spooky ruins the villagers warned her not to go into!

She doesn't understand why people think the ruins are dangerous! They're perfectly safe, especially with Cleo protecting them.

So, Pearl wanders back there day after day. She'll bring interesting objects from her village. She'll tell Cleo about her friends. And her very important job, clearing up trash from around the village! They put buttons on all the bins, it makes her job so much more fun.

Cleo sits, listening and smiling. Pearl doesn't seem to mind Cleo not speaking too often. It works perfectly for them.

Many weeks later, as Cleo scrapes some of the rust from Pearl's joints, Pearl asks what's so dangerous in these ruins. Clearly something is, and Cleo must be really strong to fight it away for so long!

Cleo can't help but laugh. They point out, scratching across Pearl's scalp, that they're the dangerous thing in the clearing. The monster that petrifies everything they look at?

Pearl responds with a quiet, "Oh." Then quickly points out Cleo doesn't petrify her. Maybe they were meant to meet!

Cleo has long stopped believing in fate but, luck? Luck, maybe.

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

frank, can you tell me a story about mourning something that brought you joy while still celebrating the joy it brought you?

Two hours later. Cut to a different scene.

Light pours into the living room of the Crescent Moon, which is located on the building's ground floor. It is the only source of light; there are no windows.

Against the far wall of the living room, Maria sits on a couch, in profile to the observer. She has her hands folded primly in her lap, but is tensed and rigid, and her eyes are unblinking. A thick volume of textbook lies flat on her lap.

Without apparent transition, her demeanor shifts abruptly. After a moment of awkward tension, she begins to speak.

"Jimmy dear. I was about to go to the bathroom and check my phone. Have you noticed anything strange?"

Jimmy, who is at Maria's side, is speaking to a human-sized stuffed lion. Their conversation has nothing to do with Maria.

"Why are people so bored and busy?" he says.

"He means, how come everyone's so interested in all these depressing things like ancient sea monsters."

"More like, why is everyone all of a sudden so interested in my stuffy parents. Look, I don't get it! I still can't remember how they met, and why they married. And -- "

"Congratulations," Maria says, with a dispassionate tone. "You're now noticing the signs of your parents' own mysterious union."

"Huh?"

"Think about it, child. One day you will find your true love, and wonder how they came to you. You will think back to your parents, and remember how you found them. And you will then think back again, to the story of your parents' finding. What you will find, child, is that both stories are alike, down to every detail. By the time you reach the final mystery of your parents' original meeting, you will have created it yourself."

"Are you telling me my parents were married twice to each other?"

"No, Jimmy. They were married just once. That is their story."

"But, twice?"

"They were married twice to each other, Jimmy."

"That's just stupid!"

Maria holds up a finger. "Listen, young man. If it happens -- "

"I guess it did happen," Jimmy mumbles. He turns to his lion, as if for a moment just beginning to imagine that the animal is his lion. "The closest thing I have to a parent is you, Fuzzy Face. You're a lion. How did you get here?"

The lion opens its large, realistic eyes, and stares ahead.

"How did you get here, Fuzzy?" asks Jimmy.

Fuzzy Face continues to stare at nothing.

"You can't remember, right? That's the point. We don't talk about it. I know it's not right. But it's the rule. The rule is, we don't talk about stuff like that."

"Rule". The lion stands up, and starts to pace back and forth across the living room, taking heavy steps and swinging its giant tail back and forth with each step. Maria smiles faintly. The sound of an off-key piano is coming from a neighboring apartment.

"But, Jesus," says Jimmy. "Why can't we talk about it?"

"You think you know why," says Maria, with a tiny sigh. She seems to feel no pain, just boredom. "You found the website. You read about the rules. You read about God. You read about all the great books you were never allowed to read. You know why, Jimmy."

Fuzzy Face looks at her, blankly. He has an expression of melancholy loneliness. Maria could not have cared less.

Jimmy looks away, silent, and goes back to his conversation with Fuzzy Face.

"What was the rule?" Jimmy asks Fuzzy Face, with a wry smile. "Just don't tell anyone about it? That's the rule?

Fuzzy Face stares back blankly. He appears on the verge of tears, but does not cry.

"You can't remember, can you?" Jimmy says, tersely.

Fuzzy Face shakes his big head: no. The piano from the neighboring apartment is stuck in his head, driving him to distraction. Above the piano he hears the horrible sounds of a wailing infant, and knows they will never stop. He thinks of the whole spectrum of colors, from the deep blue of the ocean in its infinite depths to the instantaneous glare of the newborn sun.

A man with a long, white beard wanders across the stage. He carries a dog on a leash, and a suitcase.

"Worship me! Worship me, all ye mortals! For I am your god, thy god! Worship me! Worship me!"

Fuzzy Face's head becomes a deep blue color, and the last thing he thinks before he is gone forever is the name Azad.

[thelegendsoferidar]

Chapter 1: Orion – The World Anew

“You need to get a handle on yourself. This is not the way Orcs live.” The Druid sinks back into my Mama’s kitchen chair. His long red black hair barely covers his balding head. A smug smile sets into his face making me want to slug him more. I watch, composing myself, as he meticulously takes a fried wheel and plops it into his fat mouth and wipes his hands on mama’s table cloth.

“You don’t understand…” I start.

“Orion dear, we’ve heard it before. We believe that you are seeing things in your dreams, but your…” the wrinkles around her mouth fold deeper into a frown; along with her black hair graying I see the effect I’m having on her.

“Now Seren, we have to be honest about her condition.” The druid Interjects. 

“Your … Madness doesn’t make reality different.” Mama deflates. She always hated calling it Madness. “You need to take up the way of the Orc, dedicate yourself to life.”

“Mama, its not that I want to hurt people.” Saying it out loud always feels wrong. K=like you shouldn’t expect praise for the bare minimum. “I want to protect my people.”

The druid scoffs.

He looks to Mama and back to me.

“Orion you can’t protect anyone, Orcs…”

Maybe I am Mad. I slam my fist on the oak table and it splinters and I point my index finger at the puffed up druid and snarl. “You little shit. Coming into my mothers house and acting…” I can see Mama deflate even more. He got me. “I’m going to walk this off.” No one says anything to me as I slam the door behind me.

I rub my face and stare out across the wheat fields. Orcs as farmers. Why doesn’t anyone see how ridiculous that is. I’m twice the size of an elven man and I have as much muscle as a giant. I was made for something more than hoeing the fields. And this whole green pledge. The faults of peace have not stripped away all that Orcs used to be. I know I’m not the only one who can see it in the dreams. The glorious warbands, the drums, the shaking earth. It’s the damn Reformation, it made everyone Mad except for me. Orcs used to a proud and honorable people. Now we are reduced to the farmers of this cursed planet.

I take the watermelon sized pebble that fits neatly in my hand and continue down the path.  The fields of Tilerus are grand and feed the world, I can feel the connection to the god of life Skog, but it is all empty in my head. Am I really unsound? Do I need to undergo a rededication? I come to a crossroad, a human man is kneeled over by his cart trying to reaffix his wheel. His faded blue tunic and dust beige pants belie the simple life of a farmer. Curly blond hair peeks from his straw woven hat and something moves me to help him without being asked.

“Let me help you.” I say.

The man turns back and smiles. “It would be mightily appreciated ma’am.” His eyes are gentle, the type you want to protect.

I walk over and lift the cart off the ground with one hand. He slips the tire through the spoke and notches the locks in place. He stands up and walks over to shake my hand. His head comes up to my bust. I force a smile not feeling it, but not wanting to be rude in case we meet in a better situation. 

“I won’t forget your kindness.” He says.

“I did what should have been done.” I say.

He gets up into the wagon and smiles one last time before quickly throwing the reigns.

“All the same to me.” He calls back.

I watch the man as he disappears under the rolling hill down the road. I turn around to keep walking and then I hear it. A low roar followed by cackling. I turn around and run towards the man. Each foot falls with a thud sending shivers up my leg, but I keep doing it. Its rare for monsters to make it in from the fields, but when they do someone always dies.

I crest over the hill and see the man lying on the road. His horse has already run off with the cart. The hyena faced Gnoll looks up at me, its right eye is milky. It spreads a wide crimson smile and throws its head back into another cackle sending viscera flying. I grip my pebble in rage. I know what to do. The Gnoll comes running with its spear stretched toward me. With each step it closes the gap I resolve myself. I wind up the rock in to the best pose I can. The Gnolls eyes are wild. Red smoke flows from its nostrils. When the Gnoll is just a few steps from me I take a step forward and launch the rock. I close my eyes on instinct; I hear a sickening thud followed by a splat. 

I open my eyes and the Gnoll is lying on the ground, without a head. I hear footsteps behind me.

“Orion, there you are.” The druid says.

[robustlaser]

Evelyn was created by a monster, and the villagers that were out to spill his blood would have agreed, had she not beaten them to it.  Not being as mindlessly destructive as the scientist’s other creations did much to dissuade the angered townsfolk from immediately taking out their aggression on her, but it did little to gain their trust.  Her attempt at integrating in with their society went poorly, being nearly twice as tall as the average of them.  Her tailoring work was exquisite, but the business was doomed from the start, perhaps setting a new record for time from business opening to being captured by Venture.

Evelyn is stone-faced and fucking massive, which even in a mall full of weirdos and monsters, tends to unnerve people.  Yet, despite her demeanor and the fact that she absolutely has killed (see above), she’s calm, empathetic, and tries to be helpful in as few words as possible.  

She runs the shop Stitches, a tailor that’s easily one of the best in the mall.  Also despite her size, she’s got a fine hand with a needle. She’ll be the first to admit creative design isn’t her strong suit, and the ready-to-buy clothes on the rack are extremely well made, and very functional, but not particularly eye catching.  But you can be sure that if you’ve got fabric needs and know what you need, it will be done flawlessly. Clothing is the most common, but she’s been known to do plush-making, furniture upholstery, and... well she picked up a thing or two about surgery from her upbringing.

Evelyn actually is a bit annoyed at how often people come to her instead of one of the myriad of healers in the mall for patch-ups.  Of course her creator was a mad scientist, which means she’s a bit more talented than many mudnane surgeons.  She can attach limbs practically like lego, even if they’re limbs that shouldn’t be there, and if she’s out of fresh skin for a graft, she can use some fabric in a pinch and it’d feel so natural you’d almost swear you were born with a floral patterened shoulder. 

But she’s a people pleaser.  So once one person got a cool fabric skin graft, people started occasionally showing up just for aesthetic surgery without even being injured.  It is what it is, she supposes.

Evelyn is dating Wrenfall Dander, another mall store owner who’s shop is usually located right next to hers.  Evelyn is the responsible one.  She is also generally fine with Wren getting up to shit, she just makes sure that xe doesn’t get too many people upset with xir.