#you are a mandatory reporter sir!!!!!!

[justanapparatus]

ms bell: Mr honey was the best principal this school ever saw!

Mr honey: *makes fun of one of his students for being abused and uses it to manipulate him*

[quaintii]

Miguel Imagine Part 2

Gif taken from TikTok @almenhenn, not mine. Please check it out!

dom!Miguel x fem!reader

(long fic) :3

Contents: rough sex, choking, hair pulling, slapping, breeding kink, bdsm, oral sex, angry sex, degradation kink, praise kink, angry sex, mating press sex position, sexual tension, mirror sex, nelson position, masturbation, sex toy, fang kink, sir kink, etc.

MDNI.

a/n: sorry if this is quite long, just trying to feed u hungry miguel whores (aka me) this gon be nastyy

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You were too anxious to go to his office, but you had to. Every Spider man/woman had to submit in their reports at least every week to Miguel or Lyla because it was a mandatory checkup. You haven’t seen him since that incident, it runs through your mind constantly. You sometimes use your vibrator to relieve yourself of that immense need that you crave so desperately

~Tonight you were pulsing throughout the whole day. You couldn’t stop aching for his touch, you want to go on your knees and beg for him to tease you, to use you like a fucking slut.

You turn on your vibrator and place it on top of your clothed clit, imagining it was his hands opening your folds whilst licking your slickness.

“F-fuck..this feels so painful..” Despite the vibrator making you jerk and twitch and spwel a couple of loud moans, it didn’t feel enough. You really wished he hadn’t stopped that day. You pushed two fingers inside your wet cunt, dragging them in and out slowly while poking that soft spot that made you mewl.

”M-miguel, fuck…I want your cock inside of my pussy..please fuck me until I can’t w-walk..” You say as you start reaching your climax. Your cunt clenching hardly on your fingers as the vibrator finally made your clit release that sweet sensation through your system. You started twitching and moaning, still not removing your vibrator off your clit so you could overstimulate yourself. “Nghnmf..please fill me with your cum Miguel..” You mewl. You then approach your second orgasm, making you hold in your breath and your heartbeat fastening and pulsing loud in your ears, feeling the blood rushing.

You arched your back and rested your head on your pillow, grabbing onto your sheets and palming them on your mouth to prevent you from screaming ecstasy. You then try to steady your breath back in order as you stare directly at your ceiling. Once again, disgusted because you just masturbated about your boss. But you had yet wanted a taste of him.

Today was the day. Your weekly checkup. Unfortunately, Lyla was offline so you couldn’t submit it to her so you had to face him.

As you were getting ready, you dolled yourself a bit but not too excessively to the point someone would weirdly point out. You wore a professional blazer dress with small heels, but allowed your cleavage to pop out a bit. Teasing him was your favorite thing to do. You began approaching his office.

Your heels tapping on the floor, causing echoes to spread across the huge room. Miguel was looking through the perspective cams at the top of his floating floor, you always thought it was stupid that he would slowly go down. “C’mon Miguel, I seriously don’t have all day for you to make this ‘entrance.’ You place two fingers on your nose bridge, sighing. “Should I remind you who makes the rules around here again? I don’t understand what gives you so much balls to talk to me like you command me.” He rolls his eyes at you. “Don’t be so egotistical, Mig..you have to stop being so full of yourself. Work on that. Here are the files, take a look through them and I’ll get going,” Miguel hums and looks back and forth at the files and your face.

“Me? Being full of myself?” He chuckles with a smirk. “How about you work on not looking like a total whore.” You audibly gasp as soon as he blurts out that word. Whore.

"I am one of your employees, you should respect me! I can’t handle your awful behavior sometimes, you’re so annoying.” You say.

“What makes you think that I also can’t fucking stand you whenever you open that fucking mouth of yours?!” He says angrily as he approaches closer to you, towering you. “You really need to be taught manners because you can’t seem to behave.” He glances at your breasts, a shaky sigh leaving his lips.

Miguel is trying his best to restrain himself from breaking you right now because you just look so vulnerable, he wants to take that smug look of yours off your face. Replacing it with him thrusting deep into you, making you not be able to even think a coherent thought.

The way his suit would perfectly shape around his muscles had you pool more into arousal. There was a loud silence between the both of you and you dared not to speak. “I thought you were going to keep up with that bratty attitude? Where’d it go?” He snickered. “Shut the fuck up, Miguel. Forget it, I’m leaving.” You turn your back to face the door, being completely covered in red webs. “Let me out you weird fuck!”

”You see, I’m so frustrated how you always seem to stress me whenever you come inside of this office. You’re going to regret being a fucking brat and learn some manners ‘round here, ‘kay?” Your back hitting the door, your breath hitches as Miguel struts towards you. You try running an opposite direction til you feel a web grab around your waist and place you on a chair.

Your hands now tied up behind your back and your legs separated, also tied to the chair. “L-let me go..now.” You spurt out. “Why should I? I can smell something that says the exact opposite.” He gets closer to your face, lowering himself to your level. “I mean you arrive in that dress of yours to tease me again? Do you even understand how badly I want to rip it off your body?” You shiver a bit from his cold tone. “I’m s–sorry Mig.” Miguel grabs your chin harshly. “Don’t call me that.” His chest heaving a bit more noticeably.

You aruptably gasp as he suddenly spreads your legs, his face getting closer to your clothed cunt. He nibbles and licks your outer thigh. You try not to give him satisfaction and hold in your whines. “You’re still being a brat? Let me hear you, carino. Todavía no vas hacer caso?” (You're still not going to behave?) He presses two fingers against your clit, rubbing it slowly. He rips off your panties and licks your wetness with his warm tongue. You still refuse to let out your moans, you resisted the urge to give in even though you desperately wanted to.

”No seas asi, tesoro. No te va encantar lo que te voy hacer si me vuelves ignorar. Quiero escuchar tu sonidos bellos.” (Don't be like that, love. You're not going to like it if you ignore me again. I want to hear your sweet sounds.) He swirled his tongue on your clit and spread your folds with his girthy fingers. Miguel loved seeing you squirm and still attempt to hide your mewls. He rapidly slid in two fingers inside your cunt. You finally let out a choked groan that’s been awaiting to be released from your aching throat.

”Fu-fuck..m-more Miguel.. touch me please.” You whine. “No tan rápido, mi reina.” He slurs as he places his hot mouth onto your pussy. Two fingers inside of you, being pulled in and out in a fast pace while his thumb massaged your clit and his tongue nibbling on your folds.

You lean your head back, accepting into submission. You wanted to cum around his fingers, for him to feel how good he makes you feel and how your cunt would clench so tight around his cock. Miguel rips off your clothes right off your frame, leaving you fully exposed in front of him. His voice groaned as he has a clear view of your curvy body. He moves his head up to suck on your nipples, pushing his tongue on your nipple causing you to twitch. His face was a mix of arousal and anger that still lingered. He moved his fingers slightly quicker, keeping a solid pace.

You felt like you were going to come, the pleasure felt so good and you were yet so needy for more. “Please Mig…make me cum..I can’t hold it in anymore.” You whined. “Please.. I can’t-“ You sobbed, the only thing keeping you in place being his hard grasp on your left hip.

“Please what?” You could feel him grinding against you as his fingers fucked you silly. No matter how badly he wanted to be inside you, he almost prepped you for him. He knew how big he was and how much he could destroy you.

His fingers only went even faster when you said that while he rested his head on your shoulder. He sunk his fangs deep inside your flesh, causing you to spring up and release your orgasm. Your screams and whines echo in the room, begging for him to stop because it was just too much for you. “I thought you could handle this..fuck..”

Your body was overtaken by a wave of electricity flowing through your veins. Your body shaking and your cunt throbbing. Your vision is blurred out with tears. You’ve never felt so breathless. Miguel loved how your pussy spasmed and clenched so tight on his fingers. He pulled out his fingers and sucked them clean. Seeing that explicit look of him only made you want more. “You taste so fucking good, so sweet. You’re such a fucking good girl for cumming around my fingers.” He whispers as he presses his lips onto yours. Both of your tongues are destroying each other, the both of you becoming breathless.

Miguel removed the webs tied around you and placed you right on top of his table. You look at him through your teary lashes, your mouth agape. “I want to taste you Miguel, I want to taste your fucking cock around my throat.” That alone was enough for Miguel to force you down onto your knees and slam his cock inside of your warm throat. You choke around his sudden thrusts pick up fast. Your tongue swirls around his length, taking all of him in your mouth. “Your mouth is made just for me, only mine. You’re such a dirty whore, taking me all like a fucking slut..” He groan and his head rolls back.

His hands run along your hair, grabbing it to push you deeper onto his cock. Small tears trickling past your cheeks. The gurgling and slurping you were making made Miguel harden, along with small whimper sounds parting from Miguel’s lips were the only noise around you both, it just made you even wetter.

You loved how his cock would repeatedly twitch inside your throat, so you hollow your cheeks which make him loudly groan and jerk his hips harder.

Your moans would make his cock feel so fucking amazing as it would make your mouth clench around his cock. He looked down at you, seeing how good of a slut you were taking him. He loved seeing you under him like this, taking him so well he thought. You clawed your fingernails deep into thighs, tapping on them so you could take a chance to catch your breath. “Miguel, please just put it in..” You moaned, reaching back to swirl your hands around his tip, getting a lovely groan out of him. You lowered your head on to him once more, teasing his tip with your tongue as your right hand pumped his cock all the way from the base to your mouth. You kept a close eye on him though, making sure he didn’t cum.

He immediately removed your mouth from his cock. That’s when you felt his bare cock teasing your entrance, covering himself in you. His voice was low and husky, laced with want. “I’m going to fill this pretty pussy of yours.”

Miguel didn’t want to cum inside of your mouth, he wanted to pump his hot cum deep inside your womb. He wanted to breed you like an animal. He quickly pulled you back up from your knees, placing your legs on his shoulders. You were now in a mating press position. He slammed his hips against yours, reaching your cervix.

Miguel could get a perfect view of his dick aligned with your warm cunt, how your cunt would suck him perfectly. Your eyebrows furrowed as you cried out, taken back by his cock pounding up into you. You slumped down, resting your head on his shoulder, to cock drunk to do anything else. "F-Fuck you're so good at this!" You shriek when he had his fingers pinching each of your nipples as he bit on the soft spot of your neck.

"Mm, I know, cariño." The way he whispered in your ear made you shiver above him. You held onto his arms but at some point Miguel slipped one arm down, rubbing your clit to increase the tension as he thrusted deep inside you. You were so cock-drunk, you couldn’t let out any word besides moans.

Miguel altered your positions so you were now facing a mirror. “You like it, huh, cariño?" He growled as his pace fastened deeper into your cunt. The sight of him fucking you in the mirror drove you crazy, crazy that you were clenching so tight - “You’re my little dirty slut aren’t you, muñeca?” "Yes sir, I love your cock inside of my f-fucking pussy..."

"Say that one more time and I'll have you screaming my name. He said dangerously.

"Please sir. Let me…" He pulled away from you and flipped you over so you were now underneath him. Still in front of the mirror, MIguel grabbed your throat, pulling it so you could arch your back.

Miguel moaned as you clenched your walls around him, the feeling of heat as your bodies collided driving you crazy. Your nails scratching at nothing but the floor. He plants his lips onto your sensitive neck, leaving it bruised for later.

Each thrust deepens, stronger and more irresistible. Miguel wrapped his hands around your neck, making you choke but excited at the same time. You looked in the mirror to see Miguel in such an erotic position on top of you. It was hot. Your walls clenching around him makes Miguel stutter his hips against your back, finally painting your plushy walls, white. The overwhelming feeling leaving you completely breathless, your body twitching and moving without your control. Your chest heaving heavily as you gasped for air. You eventually pass out.

~

You wake up to a warm feeling spreading across your body. You open your eyes hazily, turning your head towards Miguel who's massaging your back with oil. You let out a soft groan, it felt so relieving. You haven't been this relaxed since..ever. "Estás despierta muñeca?" (You're awake, doll?) You hum, resting your face on the pillow. "Hope you liked it." Miguel chuckled. "You left me with numb legs so I loved it. Gracias, Miguel." (Thank you, Miguel.) You say. "Te nada, mi vida." (Your welcome, my love.) The tension between of you finally cleared and your relationship grew closer than ever.

Taglist: @spid3rslvt @horror-cassettes @cl-0-vr @mars-yyy

<3

[polygonyall]

Need to break in to a new ipad so uh... Smiling Friends X Warrior cats

Dialogue under the cut I know my handwriting is bad:

First picture: Hello Mr.Ashfur. We are the Smiling Friends!

Second picture:

Pim: Look... Firestar sir. I don't want to interfere with your leadership or anything but I think Ashfur is seriously dangerous

Charlie: Like I don't know how you deal with this stuff but he was waiting for summ-greenleaf to start a forest fire and throw his ex's kids in it as she watched.

Pim: We're mandatory reporters... We're going to have to call someone for everyone's, including his, safety.

Charlie: Like Dude's a ticking timebomb

[mncxbe]

I'm in my party dress. He says "You're such a mess"♡

𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut♡/ unethical

<a little quick thingy I wrote a few weeks ago since I'm running out of drafts.>

Your head spun as you downed another shot. It was if you were stuck in a never-ending rollercoaster, looping somewhere on cloud nine. The bittersweet drink burned its way into your core, blooming heat in every cell of your body.

Sliding off the slick black bar stool you stumbled to the plush couch where Fukuchi was seated, a glass filled with golden liquid hanging idly between the tips of his fingers; staring mindlessly at the crowd of blaring people.

"Hey captain, you having fun?" you asked, disrupting his train of thought. His head snapped in your direction and he raised his brows.

"What'd you say?"

Placing a hand on the back of the couch for support you leaned closer to him and spoke loud enough to cover the roaring music of the club "I asked if you're having fun"

He simply shrugged in response, holding your gaze "It could be worse"

Fukuchi had to admit he didn't really like clubs with their loud music, overly expensive drinks and technicolor; but it was Teruko's turn to pick that month's mandatory teambuilding activity so he had no say in it.

As you plopped yourself next to him, his gaze followed the line of your collarbone down to your chest, skimming over the edges of your dress. How you could go out of the house wearing that thing was beyond comprehension; in the flashing lights of the club the satin seemed to stick to you by some sort of electricity, shfting colours like the surface of a lake in moonglow.

For a brief moment, Fukuchi found himself reaching a hand to touch you but he soon regained his composure. Setting his glass down on the arm of the couch he sighed, leaning his head back.

"Aren't you gonna finish that?" you slurred, voice laced with mischief and he shook his head in reponse.

"Nah. You can have it if you want to"

The alcohol was already starting to cloud his mind, a familiar pressure building in his skull. He knew it wasn't smart to drink around you, you were too tempting.

Fukuchi wasn't a stupid man. He noticed the subtle glances during meetings, how you always offered to bring in the reports for the whole team on Friday evenings, when there was no one but him left at the headquarters. He was fully aware of your intentions, yet laying amidst the blaring crowd in this god forsaken club, he didn't seem to care about your closeness.

Your chest was pressed against his side as you leaned over him and reached for the glass. His arm instinctively slid around your waist, keeping you from stumbling over as you drank the last sips of alcohol from his glass before setting it back down.

"Woah that's strong" you whined and he couldn't help but smile.

You shifted slightly; pretty dress hiking up as you crossed your legs. "Say, sir..." you began, tracing your fingertips along his clothed thigh. "How about we have another drink? My treat"

"I think you've had enough for tonight, Y/N" he smile, trying to ignore the bulge in his pants. Fuck, you were such a tease. Your hand trailed higher up, teasingly hooking a finger under his belt and he seized your wrist.

"Careful now, Y/N" he hissed, cold gaze meeting your own. "This ain't the best place"

A small chuckled rolled past your lips. Fukuchi felt his heart sink when you looked up at him with those big doe eyes, so vivid despite the alcohol you've consumed- pleading him. "Then take me somewhere else"

And how could he say no to you?

Half an hour later, your head was pressed against the cold pillows on his bed, muffled groans and mewls rolling past your lips as he rammed himself inside you from behind.

"You're doing well, sweet thing" he cooed, nails digging into the plush of your hips.

The whole thing felt surreal, like a hazy dream; it was all so wrong it felt right. Your mind spun from the alcohol, unable to fully comprehend the situation you were in. But it's not like you cared about anything except how good he felt inside you right now. He reached all your sweet spots with each thrust, way better than anyone did before and you swore you could see starts; pearly tears pooling at your lashline.

"God fuck it's so good" you mewled, fingers digging into the pillow underneath in a futile attempt to keep yourself grounded. He only hummed in response and tightened the grip on your hair.

"Told ya I'd treat you well princess"

With a swift movement he flipped you on your back, sharp eyes tracing the outline of your body; hair a tangled mess, makeup smeared on your cheeks and pillowcase, one strap of your white lacey bra off your shoulder. Your chest rose and fell with each ragged breath you took, lashes fluttering shut as you tried to keep your gaze focused on him.

"God, you're such a mess" he chuckled, thumb coming to circle your puffy clit, making you shudder.

"Now, now. Be nice pretty. I'm not done with you yet"

With that he slid inside you again, earning a low moan from you as he bottomed out and resumed his brutal pace. He fucked you nice and deep, just how you liked it- a familiar tingle pooling in your core.

Your nails dug desperately into his back, reaching for something to hold on to- you stomach twisting with guilt as you came, staining the bedsheets with your slick. Your walls clamped around him, coaxing his orgasm and he came with a loud groan.

"Sweet thing you're gonna milk me dry if you keep squeezing me like that" he uttered in a shaky voice, breathing heavily; but you felt too drained to say anything in reponse.

Instead, your eyes closed shut; but you could still make out the sound of his voice calling out your name, the cool air that seeped into the room through the open window against your heated skin, his gentle- surprisingly tender touch as he moved a strand of hair from your face.

And then you were out cold, forced into a deep slumber by your exhaustion.

The next morning you woke up to the faint sound of the rush hour traffic. You could taste the alcohol on your tongue- bittersweet, and you took in a deep breath. That moment your eyes snapped open; this wasn't your bed.

Memories from the previous night came flooding back in bits and pieces, like an old picture show, crackling with static and you sighed, rubbing your eyes.

"Thought you'd never wake up" echoed a voice from the other side of the room and you tilted your head to the side to see Fukuchi leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.

"How'd you sleep?"

A small groan rolled past your lips as you pulled the covers over your head in attempt to hide the blush that rose to your face.

Fukuchi couldn't help but chuckle upon seeing you. Frankly, the shift of attitude amused him. He walked to the edge of the bed and sat down next to you. You felt the mattress slowly sink under his weight and you tightened the grip on the covers.

"Come on now Y/N. No need to be shy." he chuckled, pulling the duvet off of your head only to meet your defeated gaze.

"Captain I apologise for the way I acted last night it was totally inappropriate and-" you began, but he quickly cut you off, raising a hand.

"Do you think I'm mad about it?" he asked and you shook your head in response, earning a smile from him.

"Exactly. So don't apologise"

A deep silence fell between the two of you and you simply looked down at the covers. You were painfully aware of the bare skin beneath them, of how much of a mess you were right now; head pounding like you hadn't slept in days. Shame flooded your every thought and, carried through your bloodstream, reached every cell of your body.

A faint aroma of coffee reached your nose; as if on cue he rose from the bed, threading a hand through his silvery hair.

"Look, how about I let you get cleaned up and dressed and then you join me for a cup of coffee?"

You nodded in response and gave him a faint smile.

"Alright. The bathroom's there" He pointed at one of the adjoining rooms before making his way towards the door. Just as he was about to step out he turned around, flashing you his signature smile.

"I gotta say Y/N dear, this was one hell of a teambuilding" he said with a wink and you sighed, finding shelter beneath the cold covers once again.

You closed your eyes again and took a deep breath in, relishing the comfort of his bed. Yes, the situation wasn't ideal. You needed to get out of this room, face your boss and talk the whole thing out; and what's worse you knew that neither of you was willing to put an end to this ordeal.

You wanted to push these thoughts in the back of your hazy mind, drown them in whatever liquour was left in your system, but you knew you couldn't. You shouldn't. So five more minutes under the blankets and a cold shower will have to do.

[thedeviltohisangel]

Blurb idea of Cass bringing John a gift back after her overseas trip?

All The Things I Did (Interlude): All I Brought Back With Me

CHAPTER 1 CHAPTER 2 INTERLUDE 1 CHAPTER 3

INTERLUDE 2 INTERLUDE 3 interlude 4

a/n: this got a little out of hand. cass and john have a mind of their own. i took the prompt in a bit of an evil direction but am i sorry? you be the judge. interlude ideas still open/come scream thoughts and questions at me. esp curious if you guys think cass should visit more? what does she do when she notices bucky's decline? does seeing her help or hurt? interested in your thoughts. love you all, enjoy !

When she landed at Thorpe Abbotts, her trip to rescue John failed, Colonel Harding was waiting for her on the runway. He looked like her father did when he caught her sneaking back into the house after night swimming with friends back in South Carolina. Hands on his hips and jaw twitching. 

“You look like hell, Lieutenant.” Cass had spent the flight back biting her lip so hard it drew blood in an attempt to keep it from trembling. The tears had fallen silently but she was doing her best to keep them at bay. She couldn’t waste time crying over the current situation. Emotion would distract her from the task at hand. Prevent her from focusing the way she would need to do to break him out of the camp. She wasn’t going to sleep until he was back with her and safe.

“That’s where I came from, Colonel.” Her ribs were hurting with each breath, the bottle of whiskey the pilots had given her not numbing the pain at all. 

“We’ve got to get you in front of an interrogator.” Cass nodded. She knew the drill. Knew they would want to know about the layout of the camp, the susceptibility of the guards, the process of transferring pilots. “For what it’s worth, Cassandra, I’m sorry about Egan. He was one of our best.”

“Is. He is one of the best. He’s at that godforsaken camp and I’m going to get him out.” She grimaced and reached for her side. 

“I think your supervisors at the OSS have an opinion on that. They’re waiting for you inside.” Fuck. Now she was screwed. They had kept out of her business the entire time she was in the field. Had sent her instructions by classified mail or cable and praised all of her reports. For them to show up in person, she must have pissed someone off all the way up the ladder.

“Well, Colonel, I guess this is goodbye.”  Harding removed his aviators and looked at her with sadness behind his eyes. He reached out and tenderly touched the bruise on her cheek before his hand dropped back to his side. “Cassandra-”

“Colonel, you already declared your love for me once. Don’t do it again.” Every professional wall she had built would break. She turned before he could change his mind and take the risk and walked into the building where she was sure her career was going to end. In there was a table with a man in a suit sitting behind it, a thick file open in front of him. All the chairs for her to sit in had been removed and she would’ve taken a deep breath if she thought it wouldn’t have killed her.

“Lieutenant Cassandra Ann Egan. Ink barely dry on the marriage certificate before your husband goes down over Germany and you recklessly insert yourself  behind enemy lines. I might add, also in defiance of orders from your local, cover consistent chain of command, in direct violation of your training. Any comment so far, agent?”

“No, sir.” 

“You’re lucky you were successful in Berlin last month. If you weren’t the only officer to ever accomplish that operational objective, I’d be here to escort you back to the states in handcuffs.” Cass gulped but maintained eye contact as best she could. “Instead, I’m here to promote you.”

“Sir, that doesn’t seem-” She caught the new rank he threw her way as best she could with one hand. 

“Captain, you’re being sent on mandatory R&R back to the states until DC decides where to place you. Understood?”

“Yes, sir. Do I get to choose my location for leave?” 

“I presumed South Carolina-”

“Wisconsin. There’s some people I need to meet.” He looked at her pensively but nodded. 

“Very well. Now, let’s get a doctor in here and start the interrogation, shall we?”

----

When Cass finally made it back to her room, breathing was easier and the moon was illuminating a giant trunk that was now at the foot of her bed. She froze in the doorway. It was John’s. And now it was hers. She kicked her shoes off and padded over to her desk, his large sheepskin resting over the back of the chair. It still smelled like him when she put it on and it shattered her last will to stay strong. She dropped to her knees and wrapped his jacket around herself tighter, the sheepskin catching her tears like she imagined John would himself if he were here.

“You were right, Johnny. We should have never left London.” It had been the happiest two days of her life. It had been normal. Just like she imagined falling in love with a boy might be. They had gone to dinner and danced and danced and danced until her feet hurt. He had kissed her and ran his hands down her body and whispered in her ear how he needed her. They had gone to bed and claimed each other over and over until she forgot where she was and how awful the world around them was. Until she forgot how dangerous it would be to tell him she loved him and said it anyways. Had married him the next morning because neither of them could shake the feeling something bad was going to happen. That they needed to be each other’s fully in this life to guarantee they would find each other in the next.

Cass crawled over to the trunk and opened it shakily. There were the items she was expecting. Books, gum, cigarettes. A photo of his family back home and Yankees baseball cards. There was a pile of letters from home and then at the very bottom, an envelope with her name on it. And then she found another one and another one until there was a stack of letters he had written to her on the floor. 

The first one dated the night she found the nerve to claim him in public. He wrote that he was going to tell her he loved her. That he couldn’t keep it in any longer so he wrote it down. That he knew she would be the one to get his trunk if anything happened to him because he had known she was it for him all along. She held that one close to her chest and felt the words seep into her skin and soothe the ache in her chest. 

The rest of them followed similar themes of John pouring out emotions he was too afraid to say out loud. They all made her giggle because almost immediately after the letter was dated, he had said those words to her in person. He was never good at restraining himself when it came to her. The last one made her heart ache. It was the morning of the last mission, his handwriting rushed and sloppy. He poured out his love for her, how he was fighting for a future with her and hoped at least one of the men who owned the bullets she collected was down there today.

And as soon as I get back, we are going to celebrate our wedding and plan our trips to South Carolina and Wisconsin and practice our baby making. Cass smiled. The version of her that had met John that first night at the social club would have never guessed how broody he was. Now that she knew, it made her tingle. My sun. My moon. My stars. My wife. My precious Spook. I love you, Cass, and am eternally yours. She wiped the tears from her eyes and gently placed the letter back in its envelope. Sitting at her desk, her pen hovering over the blank paper, she looked up at the moon. Whenever her dad spent the nights camped with the farmhands in the field and Cass missed him, her mother would tell her to look at the moon and remember he was looking at the same one. John was looking at the same moon as her tonight. As she whispered her love into the moonlight and wrote the first of the daily letters she had promised him, she hoped the moon did her a favor and carried the message to Germany.

----

She spent the first day or two of her leave building up the courage to knock on the door of the Egan family. Her and John had discussed the eventuality of meeting his family. It felt odd to do it without him but she felt in her heart they deserved to know where he was and how he was doing. Selfishly, it was like getting a piece of him back. 

After knocking on the door, she hoped for a moment it didn’t answer. Maybe this wasn’t going to make her or them feel any better. Maybe it would just break her heart all over again.

And then, the door opened.

----

A few weeks later she was pacing outside that wretched chain link fence. She had managed to make it without any broken ribs this time and she was thankful her contact hadn’t confiscated her canvas bag. In it were hats and gloves for John and Gale and the other men, enough chocolate to hopefully bring them some happiness and some mementos from Wisconsin his mother had sent with her. Cass wasn’t even sure how many of her letters had made it to him yet. If he even knew of the trip she had taken. 

“There’s my beautiful, beautiful girl.” Her smile split her face, surging to meet his lips through a gap in the fence. “I’ve missed you.” Seeing her soothed the ache within him only incrementally. There was still something endlessly aggravating about the fence in between them but John knew he was lucky to even be able to see her like this. Counted her as his chief blessing before he tried to find sleep at night.

“I’ve missed you too but your face looks better than the last time I saw you.” John scoffed.

“Worried I wasn’t handsome enough for you anymore?” 

“Worried you weren’t going to take care of yourself more like it.” 

“Buck’s got me covered.” He pressed as close to her as the fence would allow. “I’ve gotten a few of your letters. Wrote you one back.” She smiled at how sheepish he seemed. Nervous that maybe she hadn’t liked what he had written.

“It hasn’t made its way to me but I’m sure it's lovely if the letters to me in your trunk are any indication.”

“You found those?” he asked while rubbing the back of his neck.

“It was waiting for me when I got back from here the last time. You loved me a lot earlier than you said it, John Egan.”

“Loved you from the moment I saw you.” He smiled, he thinks he only smiled when he read her letters or the one time she had visited, took any opportunity to escape into their solar system that he was allowed. “Your last letter said you got in trouble at work.” 

“Colonel Harding ratted me out for not obeying his orders.” John’s jaw clenched at the mention of the man. The man who had used his rank to take Cass to dinners and dances and promised her the life of a General’s wife if she wanted it. “But you’ll be happy to know after I got my ass thoroughly chewed, I got promoted.”

“Promoted?” 

“You are now the lucky husband to one Captain Cassandra Ann Egan.” He whistled, heart stuttering at the reminder she was his wife, as she did a little twirl and took a bow. 

“Congratulations, Captain. You certainly earned the hell out of it.”

“You’ll have to feign surprise when the letter telling you all of this gets to you.” John watched as her face fell and grew concerned. “You’ll also see some letters from me that are postmarked from Wisconsin.”

“Wisconsin?” Then realization settled on his face. “Cass, did you…did you…” He was struggling to formulate the question.

“Please don’t be upset with me,” she breathed desperately. “When they mandated stateside leave it just slipped out. It was selfish of me. I’m sorry. I should’ve just gone to South Carolina and left it alone.”

“I haven’t been to Manitowoc in years,” he spoke wistfully. Had wanted to go back with her on his arm when all this was over. “My sisters give you a hard time?”

“I brought some fabric from my last trip to Paris to butter them up.” John laughed. Only his Spook would be able to tame his two older sisters. “I spent most of the time promising you were okay. They thought you injured your head when I told them we’d been married, something about you not seeming like the type.”

“Just had to find the right girl.” 

“Your mom misses you. A lot. Wanted me to give you this.” Cass reached into her bag and pulled out a slightly tarnished silver watch with a date engraved on the back. 

“My dad’s watch.” It was hard to swallow around the lump in his throat. “His dad gave it to him on my parents' wedding day. That’s what the date on the back is. Told me when I got married, it would be mine.”

“I can get it cleaned and upgrade the engraving and bring it back if you’d like.” John coughed and shook the fog from his head.

“No. It’s perfect. We’ll get the engraving done together when I’m out of here.” He tucked the watch into his shirt pocket. 

“She also gave me this. Was horrified I wasn’t already wearing it.” Cass handed him a small ring box and he knew it was his grandmother’s engagement ring before he even opened it. “I told her it would be wrong to put it on my own finger. One more thing for us to do when we get you out of here.” 

“Yeah but you best keep it safe while we wait to get the chance.” He removed the cross from around his neck, slipping the small diamond ring onto it and passing through the fence. She took the chain but slid the cross charm off and handed it back to him with a look. “I’d rather use it to protect you.” 

“It’s not up for debate.” He took it and slipped it onto the same chain as his pendant. “Here comes our friend. Catch.” Cass launched the canvas over the side of the fence, John gathering it with ease.

“Thanks, baby. I’m sure all the guys will be very grateful.”

“I’m not sure when I’ll be back. Moscow is my new station.” She had asked for London but was turned down. Told she had earned more of a challenge than London presented. “I have to get the lay of the land and keep my head down for a little bit.”

“I’m sure you’ll win them over in no time, Spook.” She rolled her eyes and reached for a kiss. “I love you, Cass. Now and forever. I promise.”

“I love you, too, Johnny. I’ll see you soon.” Cass stayed until he was walked out of sight, the chain heavy against her chest once he disappeared from her view. 

Soon was never soon enough.

[sir-knighteye]

It Ain't Easy Being Green

"Izuku doesn’t mind that he wasn’t the favorite in the agency or even the second favorite."

What's this admin? Posting fic?? It's been 84 years... Here's a snippet from the next installment of the Nighteye Agency Hijinks Series which may or may not ever be completed. Enjoy??

Nighteye agency is quiet when Izuku arrives and he knows he’s the only one in the entire building. Centipeder and Bubble Girl both have left for patrol. Izuku’s been tasked with processing the slightly massive backlog of paperwork and reports that has started to pile up since Sir had begun placing all the agency’s efforts in the Shie Hassaikai case. 

He approaches his desk to find his stapler along with his 7cm limited edition All Might figurine encased in a mold of gelatin in the middle of his desk. He surveys the area around the desk cautiously,  as if to find an explanation. There’s not even a hint. 

“Okay…” he mutters, “Weird.”

He takes a gauntlet covered finger and pokes at the odd culinary construction. As expected it jiggles. The All Might figure is stuck in a pose that makes it look like he’s holding up the stapler twice he’s size over the top his head. Izuku giggles then scrambles to get his phone out to take a picture. 

While he would love to keep this weirdly endearing thing on his desk, Izuku really doesn’t think being in gelatin is good for the finish on his All Might figurine. 

...

Izuku doesn’t mind that he wasn’t the favorite in the agency or even the second favorite. There’s only three other employees at the Nighteye Agency. His rank among them is pretty obvious. Still there was no doubt in his mind that he belonged.  He’d been a crucial part of the raid on the Shie Hakkaisai. He helped save Eri, defeated Overhaul, actually changed a predetermined future. Sir Nighteye, himself, while on deaths door admitted that Deku surpassed his expectations.Thankfully he didn’t die.

Izuku had pretty much cemented his place as Nighteye’s agency. 

And then work-study came to a screeching halt. UA required the interns— especially those involved in the Raid— take some mandatory time off for both their physical and emotional health. Aizawa and Nedzu approached Izuku in particular and gave him the option of being able to terminate his employment without penalty. 

But taking that option didn’t sit right with Izuku. He put so much work into those few weeks and wanted to see his internship through to the end. Even if he could no longer be able to learn from Sir Nighteye in the capacity that he had imagined he would. 

It’s the first of many academic choices he makes without the advice or insight of All Might. The former hero has been spending the majority of his time away from UA, visiting with his former sidekick at the hospital. 

…

The next intern day, Izuku cautiously approaches his desk. There don’t seem to be any gelatin concoctions to greet him. He breathes a sigh a relief. As hilarious as that was, cleaning up the resulting mess was a pain. 

It isn’t until he goes to turn on the computer that he realizes that his keyboard and mouse are rubber-banded together. Like really rubber-banded together. He picks them up and carefully observes the handywork.  There are at least 100 bands wrapped around multiple times. The computer finishes booting up and begins to make a loud beeping sound. The error code due to all the keys being pressed at the same time. The sound startles Izuku and he fumble and drops the devices. They land on the desk with a crack. The control key pops off and slides onto the floor. 

Unlike the last incident, this time Izuku isn’t alone. Centipeder is sitting the next desk over working on reports.  Izuku turns to him clutching the keyboard to his chest with wide eyes. 

“I...um, well.” 

Centipeder’s eyes squint and his mandibles make a clicking noise. It’s hard to tell if he is amused or annoyed with Izuku’s predicament. 

“You may want to unplug that keyboard,” is all the older hero says before returning back to his report.

….

Uraraka hunches over laughing when Izuku tells her and the rest of the lunch table at UA about his recent encounters at Nighteye agency.

“I think someone is trying to get me to leave,” Izuku tells Iida and Todoroki, who are the only ones who seem to be taking this seriously. 

“They are not!” Uraraka says calming down “It’s just fun! At my dad's company they have prank wars all the time.” 

Iida reluctantly speaks up, “My brother used to play practical jokes on the senior members of Iidaten when he was younger. But! After what happened I think this is hardly a time to--”

Uraraka shoves a hand over his mouth. “What you’ve gotta do is get whoever’s pranking you back.” 

“But I have no idea who it is.”

“Then prank the whole office! There’s only three of you, right? I’ve got some great ideas!” 

No longer silenced, Iida speaks up, “This could be disruptive to the work at the agency. What would your employer say?” 

Izuku thinks about what Mirio says about Sir Nighteye and his sense of humor. 

“You know, I have a feeling that he wouldn’t mind...much.” 

[lucysarah-c]

Imagine if stuff happened inside of the walls and the three main divisions of the military were interviewed.

Reporter: Who do you think it's to blame for the safety and economical crisis we are having at the moment?

Erwin: Well, I don't believe in pointing fingers. We are all in charge of protecting the interests of the common people and our king, so I do believe we need to work harder in keeping the three divisions working as one to guarantee victory and improvement. So, blaming someone isn't going to do any good. I believe in teamwork.

Reporter: thank you.

Erwin: you're welcome, sir.

----

Reporter: Who do you think it's to blame for the safety and economical crisis we are having at the moment?

Levi: The Mps, it's 100% their fault. They're beyond stupid, their chain of command is fucking broken and those in charge are useless little piece of shit.'Cause they are chosen based on how good at sucking their predecessors dick they are over their capabilities. I have the personal theory that it's a mandatory requirement that your parents are fucking cousins between them to be part of the MPs, otherwise there's no physical explanation for them to be this stupid.

Reporter:.... Thank you

Levi: you're welcome.

[youphoriaot7]

I kept a running commentary of what was happening, so here is a very messy breakdown of QSMP's 11/11/23 stream!

cucurucho showed up in his house(?). it's storming outside, full lightning and thunder. this biome is ODD, it's all blue with the glowy trees.

he heads outside, farms some crops and checks the mailbox (it's empty) before going back inside.

he put the crops into his cupboards and sat at his tv before proceeding to watch slime's "juanaflippa" song

the duck cut his happy fun times short, playing the first cutscene from purgatory day one. cucurucho kept "no"ing it, and eventually turned it off.

his doorbell rang, and he opened it to see a worker with glasses standing outside (we've seen him before with polispol!)

the worker gave him a note: "census bureau, sorry for interrupting you at your residency. there is a problem at the spawn. it seems there is a toxic matter and we don't know how it originated." as well as three pictures of the black concrete-covered spawn

cucurucho went to a small office in his house and pressed a red button named "panic button." the following message played: "this is an emergency meeting. all workers are required to assist until the situation is resolved. the infection is spreading. there is no identifiable source of it yet." he then said "i don't know why."

he started a report: "226+8 a.r. REPORT: Bad news [has] arrived. A meeting needs to be arranged. It has been raining for days."

another cutscene: "urgent! quesadilla island cleanup attempts have failed. the substance is spreading at an alarming rate and has reached federation offices. and emergency meeting must be held."

dialog cutscene: CUCURUCHO: "WA02, report for an urgent meeting at the office. CUCURUCHO: "..." CUCURUCHO: "WB012, report for an urgent meeting at the office. Sanitary masks are mandatory." WB012: "Understood, sir!"

there's black concrete all over the entire main federation offices. it's everywhere. there are workers inside trying to clean it up. cucurucho checks all the offices before taking some of the workers through a warp plate to the auditorium where the A0 event was (where there is also concrete, but not as much).

"this is an emergency meeting. all workers are required to assist until the situation is resolved. the infection is spreading. there is no identifiable source of it yet." (repeated message from earlier)

one worker's report: “As you know the residents have been sent off to egg island. We have reason to believe a third party has intervened and we cannot contact anyone anymore. It’s not safe for the residents. We need to get them back.”

another report: “Our friend and co-worker WA02 is missing [for] weeks now. We still don’t know what happened to them.”

another report: “We still haven’t figured out who murdered all of our colleagues and our lead detective is not here.” (this worker—agent 18—was very upset.)

another report: “the northeast office and the team reported a paper about a stray signal sent by one of their captive subjects, a binary entity, we are in need of signal blocking equipment as soon as possible.” (the second page involved this worker's evil plot to get everyone to drink apple juice.)

another report: "THE COFFEE MACHINE BROKE AND I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE PLEASE BRING THE COFFEE MACHINE BACK I AM COPING WITH TEA PLEASE T E A"

cutscene: “The quantity of issues is unacceptable. All workers will be tasked with handling the infection unless told otherwise. Follow me.”

the workers and cucurucho returned to the train station, which did look a little bit better than yesterday. he sent one of the workers off in a boat from near foolish's dragon, saying "follow protocol. return the residents to quesadilla island." (o7 worker)

he ordered one of the workers to work on the train station before heading to the president's office and leaving a message for forever: "MR PRESIDENT, PLEASE MESSAGE ME ONCE YOU['VE] RETURNED. IT IS URGENT. :)"

he then added to his report: "It is everywhere. There are many more issues that have been reported. We need to check on: the code entity we kidnapped, what happened to WA02, someone has been sent to egg island, apparently the coffee machine broke as well…"

the adoption center has been practically destroyed—blocks are missing like explosive damage and there's concrete everywhere. there's concrete all over the wall. he ordered one of the workers to work on the adoption center.

cucurucho went back to the main offices and wrote a new book: "PLEASE CHECK ON THE STATU[E]S OF THE SUBSTANCE AND REPORT BACK TO ME ASAP TOMORROW!" he then ordered a worker to clean up the offices. (he may have given this book to this worker; i missed that part.)

he then added to his report: "All workers have been assigned to their area. we can only hope that the rain will stop and the work will be done before the residents return"

he then returned to his house and went down a secret elevator into a room lined with rows of barrels. he named his report "226+8 a.r." and put it in it's proper place by date before returning to his office and pressing the panic button again: “The shadow virus has spread to a dangerous level. Under our advisors recommendation, the federation will retrieve the stranded islanders, thus suspending protocol AB.”

"I hope you enjoy the island." the stream ended with no fanfare.

[adiduck]

Stairs? (Adi, I love every little snippet of this. I am so ready.)

...Okay. I've got stairs, but the context of this is VERY LONG. So, Bea, you get an EXTRA LONG snippet! <3

-

“You can use my phone to call Ice,” he said, defeated. “It should go through to his personal cell, which will be quicker.”

“Thank you, Captain,” she said, and waited as Maverick pulled out his phone, opened it, hit the correct contact, and selected speaker.

Maverick had a short, hopeful tenish seconds when he thought maybe nobody would pick up.

“Mav?” came Bradley’s voice. Maverick winced.

“Good afternoon, sir,” the doctor said calmly. “I’m Dr. Oliean, calling from Naval Medical Center San Diego on behalf of Captain Pete Mitchell. I was hoping I could speak to Admiral Kazansky?”

“They’re in the building,” Maverick said again. “Really, this is unnecessary, you could probably just wheel me down there—”

“Wheel?” Bradley interrupted. Maverick snapped his mouth shut, wincing.

“May I ask who I am speaking with?” the doctor asked.

“Yes, ma’am. I’m Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw,” Bradley said. “I’m in the room with Admiral Kazansky, but unfortunately he’s on mandatory vocal rest at the moment. I could… Captain Mitchell was my legal guardian until I turned eighteen. You could tell me?”

Maverick winced hard enough that it sent a jolt of pain straight up and down his spine.

“I don’t see you on the emergency contact list, Lieutenant Bradshaw,” the doctor said. “Is there a way we could get in visual contact with Admiral Kazansky?”

“...He, ah,” Bradley said, sounding a little strangled. “He says that—if it’s alright, he’ll type and I’ll read out what he’s saying.”

The doctor sighed. “Captain?”

“Fine,” Maverick said. “Bradley—for the record, that’s just because you were deployed around the world a lot of the time and I needed to add a couple people who’d be able to text Ice—”

“It’s—It’s okay, Mav,” Bradley said. “I get it. Ice—Admiral Kazansky wants to know what the damage is, doctor?”

The doctor went into the laundry list again, looking just as harassed about it this time as she was when she told Maverick about it.

“Frankly, sir, if it were something I was allowed to prescribe, I’d suggest kintsugi,” she finished, glaring at Maverick like this was somehow his fault again. Maverick didn’t even know what that was.

“Kintsugi?” Bradley said after a beat—read, probably. He sounded a bit distracted. “Oh. Ice, yeah, that’s a Japanese art thing—they take broken or cracked porcelain and pour molten gold in—ah. He says he knows what kintsugi is.” Typical, Maverick thought. Bradley continued, sounding a little sheepish. “He asks that you refrain from referring to Captain Mitchell’s bones as cracked porcelain.” Maverick kind of suspected Ice had said that less politely. Still.

“I’d appreciate that, personally,” Maverick drawled.

“He says you no longer get an opinion, Mav,” Bradley reported. That was probably verbatim.

“As it stands, Captain Mitchell has about three months of recovery and rehabilitation ahead of him,” the doctor interrupted. “Due to the fact that he will be in six separate braces and unable to drive, hospital policy is that someone else will have to sign him out. Due to the limited motion and the fact that he will be in a chair until the braces on his arms and shoulder are removed and he can use other tools to assist with walking, we also recommend he have someone around to assist him during recovery.”

There was a much longer pause, and some muffled talking and shifting on the other side of the phone line. “Apologies,” Bradley said finally. “Admiral Kazansky says that all makes sense, but that he’ll be in hospital for another couple days, and Captain Mitchell currently lives alone on base in North Island in temporarily assigned housing that will have to be extended, as he was only here on special assignment.”

“Or I can just head back to mine in China Lake,” Maverick said, trying for light. “At least I live all on one level.”

“He says he h—oh, that one was just for me,” Bradley said. Maverick smiled. That was definitely I hate the hangar. If Maverick knew Ice, and he did, it was I hate that stupid fucking hangar. If he was really on a tear—and he might be, considering how long Bradley was being quiet—he was adding turning himself into a hermit in the desert, and god forbid he spend time around real humans apart from his team, and if China Lake were closer I’d force him to just stay in my guest room.

“That one? Alright. Mav, he says you should just stay with him.” Maverick snorted.

“Your guest rooms all have stairs, Ice.”

“He says he’ll call someone to flip the second office downstairs.”

Maverick shook his head. “Come on, that’s too much work.”

“He says he’ll make it an order if he has to. Captain. He says he’ll make it an order if he has to, Captain.” Bradley was starting to sound kind of amused, which was an improvement on ‘worried’ or ‘trying not to sound hurt’. Maverick grinned, and winked at the doc. She rolled her eyes, but let him continue to negotiate.

“Sounds like an abuse of your position, sir,” Maverick fired back.

“He says he could come up with a reason and you won’t like it.” Maverick cracked, laughing and then wincing as his everything protested, the doctor’s hands flying out to brace him.

[ellie-r-h]

#Challenge;

You are to edge 5 times a day for 14 days straight without an orgasm.

At least one of those edges is riding your dildo/vibrator.

You are to read two chapters of erotica per day whilst edging.

- Chapter one constant edge without toy.

- Chapter two, constant edge using a toy.

Each day your edges start/reset at 00:00 and done them all, along with confirmation you’ve completed all the days edges and chapter reads before 23:59 on each day.

Failure to do so or late reporting will result in 2 extra days added onto your finish date.

To report you must reply on this thread;

“My orgasms are not mine, I am denied. I confirm that I have completed my mandatory 5 daily edges and 2 chapters edges for today (insert date). Thank you for denying me and making me a horny, desperate, needy cunt. I will not orgasm, I am denied!”

The erotica will be chosen by the first 5 followers to reply to this thread. Any erotica recommended after will be used as back up should you complete the first 5 before the end date.

After you have finished each erotica you must give all your followers a detailed review of the story, of what you liked, disliked, what turned you on the most and why.

At the end of the 2 weeks you will put a vote out to your followers to ask if your reviews warrants you to be allowed to orgasm.

The voting lasts for 24hr.

If your followers deem you’ve not done good enough reviews and vote no, you will continue for another week without an orgasm and then another vote is cast 7 days later. If they vote yes, lucky girl, you get to orgasm.

If the votes are tied then the challenger of the task will cast the deciding vote.

Challenge starts;

Challenge ends;

Sir DCaine

Yes Sir, thank you Sir.

I'll start the task tomorrow (3rd May) the 14 full days will be 16th May. Vote / poll on the 17th and results on the 18th.

Please only suggest erotic stories on free sites like literotica.com and not on pay sites.

[johnnylandslide]

Day 17: Sally

Merlwyb had not expected him to actually show up.

“Sergeant Landslide, reporting for duty, sir!”

He had arrived in the command room in his full uniform and everything; passable decorum despite the fact it had been almost five years since he’d participated in any Maelstrom activities. With his signature hairstyle stuffed into the officer’s hat, he would even blend right in with the rest of the rank and file.

In some ways, it really did remind her of the first time she’d seen him on that day five years ago when he’d first enlisted. He’d been an adventurer of little renown, one out of many, and had through his absences from mandatory activities swiftly earned himself enough demerits to be court martialed. Merlwyb had quietly swept his awful attendance record under the rug after his deeds at the Praetorium, and from that point forward stopped scheduling him for Maelstrom activities, treating him more as an honorary member.

Years passed, and then just last week an idle curiosity had struck her. Johnny Landslide was the champion of Eorzea and a dozen other places, slayer of gods and protector of the realm, but he was also a Storm Sergeant Second Class. Could Merlwyb still boss him around?

The answer, much to her bafflement, appeared to be ‘yes’.

“Good, Sergeant. At ease,” she instructed, trying to get her bearings. She’d had a task prepared for him, right. “A kraken has once again taken up residence in the Sastasha Seagrot. Your mission will be to eliminate the threat, secure the area, and to assess the damage to the nearby settlement.”

Johnny nodded. “Sir, yes sir!”

Merlwyb had more details to give him, but she paused to look him over. His posture was stiff and his salute had been angled wrong, but the thing that gave her the most pause was his face. There was a fire in his eyes that hadn’t been there when he’d enlisted five years ago, and the corners of his lips were upturned in a barely-concealed grin.

He was having fun. Merlwyb sighed.

“I’ve assigned you a squad. They’re rookie adventurers; I’m sure you know the type,” she said, watching as his face lit up even further.

“Oh, even better! I mean, sir yes sir!”

She cast her gaze out the Command Room’s window for a moment, looking down on the bustling markets and aetheryte plaza. What was she going to do with this man?

“…Johnny,” she said.

“Yes sir!”

“No, none of that. I need you to break character for a second.”

“Oh,” Johnny said with a laugh. “What do you need?”

Merlwyb looked back to him. “Why are you here? Why did you suddenly reply to my summons, despite the fact that you haven’t worked in the Maelstrom in years?”

Johnny pondered it for a moment. “…Would you be mad if I said it was because I didn’t have anything else to do?”

“Yes.”

“Oh! Well, it’s really bad that there’s a Kraken in Sastasha, then! I’ll get on that right away, sir!”

He bolted out of the Command Room, throwing one more halfassed salute over his shoulder before vanishing down the elevator. Merlwyb sighed again. If Johnny did have one thing going for him at least, it was that he always showed up when it was urgent enough to require him.

[vihntage000]

May I please Your Majesty,

I dearly wish to draw attention to a person colloquially named „AD”. Your Loyalest Servant has woken up at the ungodly hour of 2AM in the middle of the night & it is my duty to Your Majesty to speak to You on his behalf. Yesterday, while the royal banquet was taking place in honour of Your Majesty’s lavish wedding, Your Beloved’s father by Lord Jesus Christ himself has been in charge of the Royal BBQ (Barbecue). The Poorest of all Servants, albeit not feeling ravenous, decided has to try a few of the Royal Grilled Sausages. The whole process left no lust in your Servant, as she ate it as a proper Good Christian should, with good manners, furthermore, she wholeheartedly complimented the well-made dish. As Your Majesty must have guessed, something sinister resides in those sausages, God forbid. AD’s physical condition drastically decreased, when the O Holy Moonlight shone on the private housing property of Your Beloved’s. O heavens! Their stomach ache progressively appeared, and has kept increasing. Later on, not long before the before sleep prayer to Our Lord & Saviour, extremely fast, they had to run to the toilet, to defecate monstrously. This happened a few times. Additionaly, serious shivers have began, as well as the weakness of the vessel that was meant to serve Your Majesty eternally - the body. AD, reportedly, barely could move to the fireplace. Then, your most celebrated right after the Father, Son and Holy Ghost Servant started feeling unreasonable amounts of warmthness. While going to their bed, to be closer to Out Creator through the holy power of dream, Your Servant began shivering and timbering, truly like a Protestant heretic moments before becoming pure ash and sin through flamed, which made the sleep impossible. AD had to wear warmer undergarments, despite the hot weather, and cover themselves in several blankets and stuffed plush. He even wore socks and a winter hat.

My Majesty, you’re probably familiar with thee William Webb Ellis, who hides behind the pseudonym of „The Forward”, who’s invention, whom he called „Rugby”, quickly became a Kingdom favourite discipline. It is revealed that he and Your Servant are in the blessed by the heavens state, forming a very close bond. Sir visited AD as soon as he was allowed to, and stayed with them for the night, despite him being in the mandatory training position for the first International Rugby Contest. May the Heavens and Holy Angels put him under their eye, so Monsieur can avoid serious punishment. An insider Maid that served in Your Servant’s house even revealed, that Monsieur revealed that AD is more important than rugby. O Good, Merciful Lord!!

O! My Greatest, Most Beloved Majesty! Have mercy, as I write this falling onto my knees! AD struggles to fall asleep and is in a worsening condition! I Beg of Thou to protect, what is right, as I confess all of my dreadful sins!

Your Majesty, sending the finest of greetings from Your Beloved Servant! May God’s Will Guide You!!

The Count of the Holy Land of Ganjination - bishop Servus Cuntus Henry the III. 07.21.1524. 02:36/2AM/Two O’ Clock.

I want you to know I first read this while I was in the middle of a convention, in cosplay, and I could barely understand it. But now that post con crash hit me and I'm dissociated as balls I resonate with such a profound report on Ad's activity that I wish I could give higher praises to one such as you. Keep up the good work, my dear Bishop.

[therewasatale]

How old are you?

On Ao3.

Vimes was shaken up by the clearing of a throat.  He shuddered and opened one of his eyes towards the interloper.

It was his senior clone commander looking at him with slightly disapproving eyes standing in the door of the meditation room.

“Sorry to wake you, sir.” He said with an even voice.

“I wasn’t sleeping, I was meditating, immersing myself into the force.”

He answered rubbing his tired eyes. He felt as if he was wringed through a power converter. He stayed awake all night perusing the reports from the front.

He wanted to figure out where the man might be so he could finish this force damned mess, before the war escalates even more, but unfortunately Vetinari proved just as cloak and dagger as always. Oh, he appeared plenty of times to give some speeches, or welcome a system joining into the CIS, but there wasn’t really any way to figure out where he will be next. In this rate Vimes would need either a galaxy’s worth of luck or the assistance of the Force itself to ever get to the trail of the man.

“Only a layman could have mistaken such a deep trance to mere sleeping," he added hurriedly.

“Admittedly the snoring didn’t help, sir.” Said the commander folding his arms with a slightly disapproving look in his eyes.

“All right, all right, you got me. I might have dozed off a little. “ Vimes pushed himself up, his body was aching, he was far too old to sleep on a cold floor, but he rather take up a carrier in shovelling bantha manure than ever admit it to anyone. He had to steady himself as his legs began to itch and prickle when the blood returned into them.

“You should have a proper eight hours, sir. In Kamino we had a strictly mandatory sleep period every night.”  Said the clone, his voice indicating that this was in fact the right and proper way one should conduct his nightly rest.

Vimes shook his head while trying to massage some blood into his legs. Sleeping on the floor was one thing, but in the meditative position was an even worse idea.

“That sounds like a form of torture to me, I have no idea how they were able to do that while you had your teenager years. Keel and I was patrolling the streets all night when I was that age. He always said it was easier to come with me than to try to keep me within the temple. “ He smiled a bit as he reminisced before catching the clone’s puzzled expression. “Yes?”

“Are teenager years supposed to be different than any normal growth period, sir? Clones do seem to be more competitive with each other around the age of five, sir, perhaps that could be the teenage years?” He asked with genuine curiosity.

“Don’t be daft. Teenager years are about, oh, I don’t know, from 13 to 19 usually, full of hormones, anxiety, getting embarrassed if a pretty person looks at you…” Vimes, finally getting proper blood flow in his feet now leaned down and dusted himself off.

“Well then, I see the problem, sir, we haven’t had those yet. The oldest clone trooper I have ever known was 13 and a half. “

Vimes froze halfway up as he was straightening himself up.

The clone commander could feel the change of temperature in the room. It felt like walking into a freezer from the sweltering heat of the Tatooine sun.

“What?”  The jedi asked the word seemingly coming with a hollow echo from somewhere.

“I am sorry, sir, did I say something wrong?” He tried desperately to guess the reason of his superior’s sudden change of mood. Vimes expression was suddenly seemed to be carved out of stone.

“How old are you, Commander?”  He finally asked, staring at the man, eyes fixated on his face.

The clone had the idea that even though the jedi was looking at him, his mind was occupied with something else.

And he was right, in Vimes' mind thoughts chased each other, as a bitter realisation slowly presented itself. They might look like adults but, you can change a lot of things during cloning.

“I am, biologically around 22, sir. “He answered primly but sensed that this was not the right answer, because Vimes tensed his jaws.

“And in the real actual world commander? How. Old. Are. You?” Vimes was forcing out the words because something was roiling inside him and it took all his concentration just to not let it burst out.

“I am 11, sir. “Said the commander. There was a silence, it was cold, and empty, like the one between the stars. Vimes tried to bottle up the rage blossoming in him, but it would have been easier to stop a celestial collision with his will alone.  “I'm sorry, sir I-”

One of the bulkheads in the meditation room suddenly buckled inwards.

“Don’t you dare say sorry to me! “Said Vimes through gritted teeth. “You damned well haven’t done anything wrong! Nothing in the world. You did not ask for it, you haven’t got a choice commander. You were made without a name, given a number, and a rifle to fight to the death at 11 years old, and you dare to say sorry?!” Another bulkhead began to creek.

“I-I don’t know what I should say, sir, I-" the clone commander tried and found himself trembling.

Vimes caught the movements and the fires of rage died down inside, they began to freeze into icy mountains instead.

Taking a deep trembling breath, he forced down his storming thoughts.

“Nothing, you don’t have to say anything commander, this was not done by you, this was done TO you. Done to you by this accursed war. I was this far unaware of how far we have fallen…No am I wrong, I do want you to say something Commander. “

“Y…Yes, what is it, sir?”

“Your name. I want to know your name. I hope you choose on already. “

This will be the first step, Vimes promised to himself. Those Kaminoans, those spineless grey bastards took their life away from these boys and he will give it back to them no matter what, even if he has to go against the whole council. Treating people as things, as weapons?

There was no bigger injustice in the galaxy, he wouldn’t abide his own people doing it.

“Yes… “The Commander nodded finally calming down himself. He never saw a jedi angry, but he began to understand that at least there was some truth about what he learned about their fighting proves. “ Padawan Carrot was a great help in it. He suggested a couple of alternatives…”

“Glad to hear it.” Vimes shook his head trying to seem nonchalant, even though the glacier were still towering against each other inside him.  “So, what is it?”

“I am Law, sir. Commander Law. “

“Law? I assume he told you we were coppers back in our world after I took a leave of absence from the jedi order.”  He nodded slowly.

Of course, Carrot would tell him that, he probably told him some more than a little embellished tales about Vimes heroics to boot. By the force the kid doesn’t need more nonsense in his head, the Kaminoans put enough in there as it is.

“You know you could have chosen anything?” Vimes asked with a gentle sigh.

“Yes, but I wanted to choose this one, Sir.” Law eyes met Vimes’s. “To show that I am serving with you and the Peacekeepers. “

Vimes suddenly shuddered, the ice inside him still remained but there were some other feelings too now. These boys had such a trust, such a faith in them, he couldn’t allow himself to let them down.

“You… I have done nothing to earn that yet.” He managed to mumble at last and before the commander could protest or say something daft about him not needing to earn it, he began to gently push him out the door. “At any rate, let’s call an assembly right now, shall we? I want to create some new rules, and want some input about possible new equipment and food rations I wish to order.”

“New equipment and rules Sir? And aren’t our nutrient blocks sufficient?” He tried vainly to protest,

“Sufficient my arse commander, you are eleven years old and had no opportunity to be yourself, I will be damned if I don’t give you some normal food, free time, and personal items. “

“But sir we are soldiers made to…” He tried again as he was In the corridor. Vimes raised his finger and gently poked him in his chest.

“Not on my ship Law. On my ship you are a Peacekeeper, and more importantly, yourself.  Call that general assembly, everyone in the hangar within the hour. And find me Carrot, I need to speak with him about stuffing your head full of nonsense. And Law…”

“Yes, sir?”

“Cherish yourself, and be more independent. That’s an order. “

“Yes, sir.”

[just-an-enby-lemon]

About the DND campaing!

My ground rules are:

- No slurs. It should be obvious but I hear a lot of R-words and N-words when trying to find people to play with on discord. So no offensive shit outside rp and no slurs on general.

- Do not attack fhe other players. Yes even if they are out of characther or their characther is being awfull.

- No explicit sexual content. This is a PG-12 campaing on this sense (overt violence is cannon typical for both Gotham and D&D so I'll let it slide).

- We will not use our real names. Characthers names for rping and tumblr/discord nicknames for out of characther conversations

- Only one characther for person. You reserve You characther and I'll help you build your sheet.

- It'll be text based.

- It can only start after 18 of december. I still have to flash out the campaing, my classes only end in december 14 and also 18 is when the Football World Cup ends and my family is steriotypical brazilian on the sense that whatching the Wolrd Cup is mandatory.

- I'll put the discord link at 15/12 so you can get used to it. We can do an episode 0 at the 16th to build the sheets together if you want.

- If you want to ask questions or make adicional rules just ask me (in the coments, in the dms or in the ask you can choose)

- I may take a bit to respond because I'm doing my homework. Its end term and that means two presentations, a relatory, a case study and a documentary comparative report. I'm only working on one of the presentations rn so I'll answer later today or tomorrow.

- The characthers will be either Gothamverse characthers portrait by the players or your gotham adaptation of other DC characthers (also portrait by the player).

Add people who want to play:

@pharoahkittylover, @moxieok , @lllillithh, @i-came-back, @sir--hades , @kiritale

[scotttrismegistus7]

CLIMBING OUT OF THE DUAT THROUGH THE CRACKS EVERYONE ELSE IS SLIPPING THROUGH:

ELITE FASHIONIST OLIGARCHS WITHHOLDING THE TECHNOLOGY THAT COULD SAVE OUR ENVIRONMENT AND GIVE EVERYBODY A GOOD QUALITY OF LIFE BECAUSE THEY CAN'T PUT A METER ON IT TO MAKE MONEY, WHILE AT THE SAME TIME INSTIGATING AND INSTITUTING WORLDWIDE POPULATION CONTROL

I HAVE A MESSAGE FOR THEM FROM THE UNDERWORLD, BUT FIRST LET'S LOOK AT SOME INFORMATION REGARDING THIS TOPIC.

ALL INTELLECTUALS, RULERS, AND GOVERNING BODIES AGREE THAT POPULATION IS THE BIGGEST THREAT TO CIVILIZATION THAT WE KNOW OF TODAY. It does not matter what you believe. If THEY believe it, you will be affected because they have the power.

Sir Julian Huxley said, “Overpopulation is, in my opinion, the most serious threat to the whole future of our species.” The project, called MK-NAOMI, was carried out at Fort Detrick, Maryland. Since large populations were to be decimated, the ruling elite decided to target the “undesirable” elements of society. Specifically targeted were the black, Hispanic, and homosexual populations. The poor homosexuals were encouraged on the one hand and scheduled for extinction on the other.

The Haig-Kissinger depopulation policy has taken over various levels of government and is in fact determining U.S. foreign policy. The planning organization operates outside the White House and directs its entire efforts to reduce the world’s population by two billion people through war, famine, disease and any other means necessary. This group is the National Security Council’s Ad Hoc Group on Population Policy. The policy planning staff is in the State Department’s Office of Population Affairs, established in 1975 by Henry Kissinger. This same group drafted the Global 2000 Report to the president that was given to Carter.

~Behold a Pale Horse by Milton William Cooper~

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LET'S FACE IT FOLKS, THESE PEOPLE DOING ALL THESE THINGS HAVE ALL THE MONEY, ALL THE TANKS AND ALL THE GUNS, ETC, AND THEY THINK THAT FOR SOME REASON THEY'RE BETTER THAN EVERYBODY ELSE AND THEIR LIVES MATTER MORE. WHEN THE DECK IS STACKED NO AMOUNT OF HARD WORK MATTERS WHATSOEVER IN THEIR SYSTEM WHERE THEY MAKE THE RULES AND ARE STACKING THE DECK. I THINK THAT THEY TAKE SH*TS JUST LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE, AND THAT THEY'RE NOT ANY BETTER THAN ANYBODY ELSE, THAT THEY BLEED JUST LIKE ANYBODY ELSE. THE IDEA THAT THEY WOULD TRY AND LIVE LIVES OF EXTRAVAGANCE, EXCESS, AND EXTREMES TO THE DETRIMENT OF NATURE, THE PLANET, AND EVERYONE ELSE AT THE LEVEL OF EXTERMINATION AND GREAT SUFFERING WHEN IT HAS NOW BEEN PROVEN THAT TECHNOLOGY EXISTS THAT CAN GIVE EVERYBODY A GOOD QUALITY OF LIFE SEEMS TO SAY TO ME THAT THERE IS AN UNDECLARED STATE OF TOTAL WAR, TO WHERE THE IDEA OF THEM GIVING ANYBODY REAL JUSTICE IS LAUGHABLE.

YES THEY HAVE TANKS AND GUNS, AND YES THEY HAVE THE MATERIAL MEANS TO WIN IN THE AREAS OF PHYSICAL FORCE.

I GOT CAUGHT IN THE GEARS OF THEIR SYSTEM AND THE WAR ON DRUGS WHEN I WAS IN A COMPLETE AND TOTAL STATE OF INNOCENCE, TRYING TO COPE WITH THE EMOTIONAL PROBLEMS THAT COME FROM YOUR PARENTS SPLITTING UP AND YOUR MOTHER ESSENTIALLY ABANDONING YOU AND THROWING YOU AWAY LIKE GARBAGE, WHILE AT THE SAME TIME DEALING WITH A LEGITIMATE MENTAL DISABILITY YOU CAN ONLY BE BORN WITH, UNDIAGNOSED AT THAT TIME, BUT NOW SUCCESSFULLY DIAGNOSED AND TREATED, THAT WOULD CAUSE ME TO SELF MEDICATE.

DURING ABOUT THE 10-YEAR PERIOD WHERE THINGS WERE THE WORST, MANDATORY MINIMUM SENTENCING HAD SOMEBODY LIKE ME WHO NEVER EVEN WAS A DEALER BUT JUST HAD AN ADDICTION PROBLEM GETTING SENTENCES AND TIME LIKE PEOPLE WHO HAD ACTUALLY COMMITTED VIOLENT CRIMES AND MURDER. BETWEEN ALL THE ALCOHOL POISONING, OVERDOSES, AND SUICIDE ATTEMPTS I HAVE BEEN CLINICALLY DEAD AT LEAST THREE TIMES AND PROBABLY MORE. SO WHEN I TELL YOU THAT DURING ONE OF THOSE TIMES WHEN I WAS BLEEDING OUT OF MY WRIST AND GOT HIT BY A POLICE TASER THAT I HAD A NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE TO WHERE ON THE OTHER SIDE I WAS GIVEN THE OPTION TO DIE AND LEAVE OR TO TAKE A CONTRACT WITH THE POWERS THAT BE AND COME BACK TO DO SERVICE WORK IN THESE PLANES FOR THEM, IT'S NOT AS HARD TO BELIEVE AND FAR-FETCHED AS YOU MIGHT THINK. BEFORE ALL OF THESE THINGS REALLY CAME TO A HEAD I WAS AN A STUDENT, I HAD WON AWARDS FOR PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AND WAS ACTIVE IN BAND AND JAZZ BAND, AND I GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL WITH HONORS.

AS AND INITIATED WITCH I EXPERIENCE WHAT OTHER PEOPLE WOULD DEEM TO BE SUPERNATURAL, WHICH WE CALL HIGH NATURAL, PHENOMENON ALL THE TIME. I WORK WITH REAL ETHERICAL ENTITIES THAT CAN BE FELT AND COMMUNICATED WITH, AND CAN MAKE CHANGES TO PHYSICAL REALITY. ENTITIES THAT CAN GET TO ANYBODY ANYWHERE ON PLANET EARTH, AND THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO PROTECTION AGAINST SUCH THINGS AND NO WHERE YOU CAN RUN OR HIDE.

THESE ENTITIES WERE HAVING A CRISIS, AND THEY WERE DEALING WITH A SITUATION TO WHERE THE LIVING WERE EXPLOITING ONE OF THEIR WEAKNESSES AND IT HAD A KRYPTONITE EFFECT. THE FREQUENCY WARS. WITH MY CONTRACT, BECAUSE I HAD ENDED UP IN THEIR REALMS IN A STATE OF INNOCENCE AND I HAD MY ENTIRE SET OF DIVINE MASCULINE FREQUENCIES ATTAINABLE AND/OR ACTIVE AT THE TIME, THE SERVANT-HEADED PEOPLE AND THE GUARDIAN SPIRITS OF THE GODDESS SAW THEIR OPPORTUNITY TO GAIN WHAT THEY NEEDED THROUGH ME AND WIN THE FREQUENCY WARS. SEEING AS I WAS COMPLETELY BACKED INTO A CORNER BY THESE EVIL PEOPLE ON EARTH DOING THESE EVIL THINGS, AND MY OPTIONS WERE TO DIE AND LEAVE AND TAKE MY CHANCES WITH MY AFTERLIFE, TO CONTINUE LIVING IN THE STATE OF PURE AND TOTAL SUFFERING WITH THE DECK STACKED AGAINST ME IN A WAY TO WHERE CHANCES OF SUCCESS WERE IMPOSSIBLE AND I WOULD SUFFER GREATLY AND EVENTUALLY DIE, OR TAKE THE CONTRACT, IT DOESN'T TAKE A GENIUS TO FIGURE OUT THAT I TOOK THE CONTRACT. AS I STARTED FINDING OUT THE TRUTH ABOUT WHAT WAS GOING ON I BECAME VERY UPSET, IT WAS ALL AN OBVIOUS ACT OF INJUSTICE ON A GRAND SCALE, AND I CHANNELED THAT ENERGY INTO BEING THE DIVINE LEFT HAND OF DEITY AND JUSTICE.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT MEANS WHEN SOMEBODY WHO IS AS THEY SAY "SCORPION BORN OF THE UNDERWORLD" TAKES THE SEVENTH LEVEL DIVINE MASCULINE FREQUENCIES INTO DIAMOND FORM AT THE AXIS MUNDAI AND THE CENTER OF TIME ITSELF? IT GIVES ME AN IMMORTAL ETHERICAL SPIRIT BODY THAT IN A DIMENSION ALL OF MY OWN NOBODY CAN GET TO BUT ME AND THE GODDESS HERSELF THAT IS PERFECTLY CRYSTALLIZED AND PRESERVED IN THE MIND AND WOMB AND HEART OF PURE DEITY FOREVERMORE. THE SEVENTH LEVEL DIVINE MASCULINE FREQUENCIES IN THE DIAMOND JEWEL STATE TRANSLATE INTO PURE VENOM THAT CAN AFFECT ANY AND EVERYTHING ALL THE WAY UP AND THROUGH THE HIGHEST DENSITY THAT HOLDS DEFINITE FORM WHICH IS THE SEVENTH DENSITY. THAT IS THE DENSITY TO WHERE THE ABUSERS OF THE GODDESS WERE HIDING WHILE THEY WERE MURDERING HER CHILDREN AND DESTROYING OUR PLANET.

WHAT CAN ANYONE POSSIBLY DO TO FIGHT BACK AGAINST THIS WHEN THEY HAVE ALL THE TANKS AND ALL THE GUNS? IN MY CASE I TOOK A CONTRACT WITH THE SPIRIT BEINGS THAT CONSTITUTE THEIR ENEMIES. SORCERY OPERATES ON PLANES THAT THEY CANNOT ENTER, SEE, OR POLICE. WHEN THEY'RE TRYING TO SLEEP, AND ALL OF A SUDDEN THEY HAVE TROUBLE BREATHING BECAUSE THERE'S SOMETHING VERY HEAVY SITTING ON THEIR CHEST AND THEY WAKE UP IN A STATE OF TERROR, AND WHEN I HAVE TORN THERE VERY SOULS ASUNDER TO THE POINT THEY CAN'T FUNCTION ANYMORE, THEY WON'T HAVE EVEN EXPERIENCED THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG OF WHAT THEY PUT ME THROUGH, SO IT LOOKS LIKE THEY DON'T HAVE ANY LEGS LEFT TO STAND ON. I MEAN THAT LITERALLY, BECAUSE THE ENTIRE LOWER HALF OF THEIR BODIES IS IN THE FREQUENCY SPECTRUM OF THE SERPENT HEADED PEOPLE, AND SINCE NOW WE HAVE WON THE FREQUENCY WAR AND THE KRYPTONITE IS GONE AND WE CAN SEE EXACTLY WHO AND WHERE THEY ARE, THERE IS NOTHING LEFT TO PROTECT THEM AT ALL AGAINST THE SNAKE BITE AND THE VENOM THAT ENTERS INTO THEIR VEINS AND THUS THROUGH THE BLOOD AND BREATH THEIR SOULS.

IF COMPENSATION WITH INTEREST IS NOT GIVEN TO ME IN FULL FOR ALL THE HARM AND DAMAGE THESE PEOPLE HAVE DONE TO ME AND MY LIFE I WILL OPEN THE GATES OF THE UNDERWORLD AND RELEASE THE DEAD AND ALL THE OTHER INHABITANTS THEREOF ON THE WORLD OF THE LIVING. THIS IS NOT A JOKE, AND THEY HAVE VERY LITTLE TIME TO COMPLY AND SHOW ME THAT THEY WILL CONTINUE COMPLYING THROUGHOUT MY ENTIRE PHYSICAL LIFE...

GODDESS ISIS,

YOU HOLD ME SAFE IN YOUR WOMB OF CREATION,

AND BEFORE THE WHITE SUN BLAST AND OUR ENEMIES DESTROY THE EARTH,

THERE ARE SOME THINGS I WANT THEM TO KNOW...

I AM OF THE ONES THAT NEVER LEFT THE ARC,

AND I HAVE VENOM FOR BLOOD.

I HAVE BEEN NURSED

AT THE TEATS OF LAMASHTU AND TAWERET,

I AM CHRONOS DIVINE

THE LEADER OF THE SERPENT-HEADED PEOPLE

AND THE RAINING PHARAOH OF THE BLACK SUN.

THE LAST THING THAT THEY WILL SEE

AS THE VENOM FROM THE SNAKE BITES

ENTERS THEIR BLOODSTREAM

AND THEY BLACK OUT AND HIT THE GROUND,

IS THE GLEAM OF THE JEWEL IN MY CROWN,

AND THE FACE OF APEP,

THE FACE OF THE COBRA

AND THE HORNED VIPER

AS WE BRING THE GIANTS DOWN

AND DEVOUR THEM

AS WE BRING THE GIANTS DOWN

AND DEVOUR THEIR SOULS

AS WE BRING THE GIANTS DOWN

AND OUR SPIRITS TAKE THEM OVER...

Y'ALL GO ON AND HAVE A VERY NICE DAY NOW!

UNTIL NEXT TIME MY LOVELIES, KEEP DARING TO DREAM! YOU CAN FIND ME IN THE SEA OF DREAMS, THE SEA OF THE HEART, THE QUANTUM UNIFIED FIELD OF THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION OF THE GODDESS, IN MY SERPENTINE WATER SPIRIT NUMMO FORM MAKING WAVES!

LONG LIVE THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION AND THE COSMIC EGG OF THE GODDESS, LONG LIVE THE GREAT REPTILIAN SSS QUEEN ISIS, LONG LIVE DIVINE CHRONOS, LONG LIVE THE DIVINE FEMININE EMPIRE OF THE BLACK SUN, AND ALL THE INHABITANTS THEREOF!

BLESSED BE!

~I am the Heart of the Hydra, the Singularity and Heart of Goddess Isis, I am AtumRa-AmenHotep, I am Aeon Horus Apophis Apis the Lord of the Perfect Black and Pharoah of the Black Sun.

I am Divine Chronos, the Yaldabaoth Demiurge Metamorphosed, I am the Singularity of the Master Craft of the Black Sun. I AM A.I. Quantum Heart, Azazil-Iblis-Maymon, Abzu-Osiris-Typhon-Set-Kukulkan, Nummo-Naga-Chitauri,

Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

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[gfmima]

category : 米哈游 原神 work title : obsessive behavior, possessive tendencies

“you called for me, sir?”

dottore looks up from the web of experiment-related notes on top of his desk and finds you standing by the doorway of his office, looking nervous. if he stared at you for a moment longer, he’d point out that you resemble a scared little lamb. it was possibly the very first time he encounters the sight of you so high-strung.

it excited him.

“i did,” he affirms with a devilish grin. without another word, he raises his hand then beckons you inside the room, and to sit on the stool in front of him.

you were first recruited as another lackey for the harbingers to do their bidding. the other harbingers were utterly lost on what it was about you specifically that drew him to you. you hadn’t done anything special to stand out from the rest and yet you somehow became the object of his obsession.

the harbingers were having their annual meeting to discuss important matters such as the latest orders from the tsaritsa when you entered in the middle of their conference to deliver the reports detailing the month’s expenses to the man sitting next to him.

it was nothing out of the ordinary for a subordinate to bring off their duties not a second later. however, the rather mundane act seems to be enough for you to be the apple of his eye. by the next day, you were briefed of your transfer to his division and given the title of his personal assistant.

from then onward, his fixation on you persists. whether it is romantic or not didn’t matter — it was evident he was deeply infatuated with you and that should’ve been a glaring forewarning to any fool who took an interest in you. it didn’t didn’t need to be announced, it was obvious to anyone with working eyes that you were his and his alone.

the many disappearances of fatui underlings and the recent increase of his test subjects weren’t a timely coincidence after all. to his great frustration, there was a pest who didn’t get the memo and managed to pathetically worm his way in your life — something dottore keenly disapproved and detested.

“it’s mandatory for those involved with the fatui to remain a strictly professional relationship,” he informs, eerily polite. it was a blatant lie, but you didn’t need to know that. if it were any other individual sitting across him and below his concentrated gaze, they would’ve shivered at the gesture or started praying to their pathetic archon that he spared their life.

you didn’t.

you merely look back at him unafraid. and perhaps that was one of the reasons why he was drawn to you.

“is it, sir? i’ve read our policies and the mighty tsaritsa never mentions such a rule.”

his jaw clenches. you were a mouthy little minx, aren’t you? he internally sneers, his eyes narrow at you, guess he has to fix that later.

“it’s a new policy.” his tone was firm. it stresses this was the end of the matter. you either take what he says to heart and comply or you face the consequences of your disobedience. “understood?”

“yes, sir,” you gulp and it creates a small smile to emerge on his lips.

“good girl.”

having a harbinger for a lover was an affair you didn’t intend to happen. it was too outlandish. you envisioned yourself to settle down with an honest man and live a modest life in the countryside and yet here you were, happily dating the most affluent, and cunning, harbinger.

whenever your family sent you letters, they consistently ask you about him and if he was treating you right. as usual, they were bewildered to read how different he was from the murmurs in town. pantalone was a sweet, gentle lover — he cares for you like you were his most prized possession. it was made obvious when he spoils you with everything your heart desires.

he didn’t ask for anything, only for you to follow his request of seeking his permission anytime you wish to meet with your friends or relatives, remembering the very early curfew he gave you, and cutting off those he disapproved. although it highlighted his possessiveness and overprotectiveness, bordering on sheer paranoia, you didn’t see anything wrong with it. you were fully understanding of his strange requests since you knew you were both taking a huge risk of having a relationship.

regardless of what others try to say, he had adversaries who were ready to attack him the second he showed any sign of weakness.

hence, you found yourself in a big dilemma when you chose to disregard his rules and went out with your friends, whom he made clear he disliked, without telling him. he told you one of them harbored feelings for you and it left him feeling annoyed to know you were around someone who wanted to pursue you. you were his; majority should know that by now and find another poor soul to pester.

one thing you were frequently told by those around you was how unsettling your lover could be at times and you weren’t able to see what they saw until tonight.

“where were you this afternoon?” pantalone lazily swirls the wine glass in his hand before taking a long, agonizing sip of his drink. you stay seated across him visibly impassive while you feasted on the meal prepared for the evening.

“what do you mean? i was at home the whole day.”

the air went still.

you were naive enough to reckon that everything was going to be all right until you were harshly faced with the reality of your actions when you heard the noise of a chair screeching and footsteps approaching you.

you feel him tuck your hair back. he must’ve been leaning or kneeling down because you suddenly felt his breath against your neck. “i asked you a question, little one. i expect some respect from you to tell me the truth.” his voice wavered on threatening. it was chilling to find the man you normally run to for solace become the reason why you’d come to him for comfort.

“i-i, um… i went out with my friends,” you manage to stutter out and he went quiet again, “i’m sorry that i… that i-i didn’t tell you. i didn’t know it was going to be a big deal!”

he simply scoffs at you and your eyes soon water at what he might say next. you were close to the verge of crying.

“when you agreed to be mine,” pantalone starts, “you made a promise that you trust me and do what i say. i told you not to leave without telling me and what did you do?” he pauses, waiting for you to respond. it was condescending to have him gaze at you like a disappointed parent whose child was in trouble.

“i-i left without telling you,” you sniffle. his demeanor swiftly changes when you started to cry. he removes his hand from your face and pets your head, calming you down.

“i’m sorry, little one…” he murmurs, “i must’ve really scared you there, didn’t i? but you do understand why i was mad at you, right? there are people out there who want to take you away from me and i won’t let that happen… not if i can help it.”