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princessozera · 1 month

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so, random thought, there's a good chance the demon bros inadvertently harmed mc in some capacity just because human and demon limits are so vastly different, and the main human any have had contact with is Solomon, whose humanity is somewhat debatable. mc might act like they're invincible, but they are human in the end, and human durability is largely that we can keep going after almost any injury, not that we don't get injured

like Lucifer strings them up as he would his brothers, forgetting (assume he's really tired or stressed or whatever) that doing so puts a lot of pressure on the body and can cause actual damage instead of just being annoying like it is to his brothers. depending on how exactly he ties them up it'd change the effects but it's never gonna be great for them

Mammon running away from shenanigans with them and he tugs on their hand a bit too hard and fast to get them safely around a corner and dislocates their shoulder in the process because force = mass x speed and Mammon is a speedy boy. or he's running from Lucifer and slams into them at top speed, and if they can't protect their head from the wall/floor you know Mams is freaking out because mc is all out of it and there's so much blood and he doesn't care how Lucifer punishes him as long as he makes sure mc is alright

otaku Levi with his nonexistent sleep schedule doesn't realise just how badly sleep deprivation affects humans. paranoia, weakened immune system, depersonalisation, all the way to sleep deprivation psychosis. you go 96 hours or 4 days without sleep and lemme tell you, you ain't properly attached to reality anymore. been there, done that, would not recommend. there were bugs crawling all over my arms and legs and shadow people whispering. fucking sucked, and I was constantly shaking so I kept dropping stuff

if anyone knows about human durability, at least in theory, it's Satan, but the avatar of wrath can be emotionally charged. he really didn't mean to hurt them, but he was trying so hard not to lose it that day and as he led mc out of his room so they wouldn't be caught in the inevitable explosion, his deadly sharp claws nicked their skin. the wounds were mostly superficial— hurt like a bitch but no major arteries were damaged— but there was quite a lot of blood and Satan felt sick in a way he never had before. humans scar easily, a useful trait to close open wounds quickly, but Satan hates that he was the cause of those raised lines

Asmo is probably best at remembering since he hangs out with Solomon and has had human lovers before, but he is mostly around Solomon who cannot die. so he doesn't always remember what is and isn't toxic for humans, especially since a lot of poisons are used in medicines at lower doses and a lot of things we need to live are poisonous if we consume enough. it'd only take one slip up to put mc in hospital, and of course they don't blame him but he begs Satan to teach him as much as he can so it never happens again

you know Beel would try his best to remember, and he'd feel horribly guilty if he ever hurt mc, but he's big and strong even by demon standards and can eat anything that isn't Solomon's cooking. there's a few ways this one could go— sharing food with them that's toxic to humans, hugging them a bit too hard, mc giving him their food and going hungry, they work out together and they get hurt... take your pick

and Belphie knows all too well how fragile mc is, so he's very careful with his demonic strength around them. he already killed them once with barely any effort. but one day he wakes up from napping with mc to find he held them too hard and they're bruising. maybe his arm curled around their neck as it bloomed black and blue once again. Belphie doesn't nap with them for a while after that

! ANON! 💕💕💕💕

I don't know how you sniped me from across the highway but whump/injuries are exactly my cup of obsession and I've thought about this forever- i just never really had enough to make a full post. I LOVE your ideas and I hope you dont mind me bouncing some of my own off them;

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Lucifer and his funny little habit of hanging his brothers 💕 Say he takes pity on MC, makes sure they're right side up, nothing around the neck and only tied beneath the arms and around the legs. Plans to take them down in 5 minutes, really it was meant to be the pet equivalent of air jail. But a call here, difficulties there and 5 minutes turn to 10 and then it slips to 15. It's so little time, absolutely nothing compared to the nights he's left Mammon up over the banister.

So why are there screams in the hall? Why are Asmo, Mammon and Levi on the phone with Solomon, Barbatos, and Simeon respectively? He doesn't understand why they don't immediatley drop MC down, only catching the tail end of Solomon explaing something called "suspension trauma" to Asmo. When they do get MC down, even from a distance he can see the color is almost completely gone from their face, while their legs are a few shades darker. He watches Satan mouth out the count for MC's pulse, quick and staggering. When MC wakes, they can't seem to take a proper breath- gasping, clutching their chest, tearing up and confused. There isn't much more any of them can do, other than stand back and hand MC over to Barbatos and Solomon.

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In a movie, it would be considered slapstick comedy, the way that Mammon skid around a corner full speed, carpet pulling under his feet , hip checking the wall as he ran away from Lucifer. In a movie it would be hilarious they way him and MC crashed, sending them literally flying back, head bouncing off the wall, swirls in their eyes and stars dancing around their head. In a movie they would only need to shake it off and get up to yell at him, with Lucifer standing back and watching in smug satisfaction.

But there wasn't anything funny about this, MC slumped in his arms, blood turning his tshirt into a darker shade of black, making it tacky and stick onto his skin. They're awake, sort of? But their pupils aren't the same size, and the speech is slurred. There's a truce as Lucifer heals MC, and they get them to a proper doctor.

Mammon gets better at ducking and weaving around MC, it even helps him evade Lucifer better. But MC doesn't escape the dislocated shoulders, and unwanted popping of their knuckles when Mammon holds their hand too hard. Neither had known that after the first dislocation, its a lot easier to dislocate your should again. It's never intentional, but it always hurts- MC tries to breathe through it if there is an urgency, but Mammon catches the way they pointedly look away, trying to blink the tears away, and knows that he's- once again- failed to keep MC out of harm.

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Levi being MC's energy drink dealer. He doesnt know why they dont but their own, but he has plenty so he ultimately doesnt mind sharing. They're not attached at the hip so he doesnt see how little sleep MC is getting, a single can carrying them through 2 whole days. They know its time to 1-up again when their heart stops sounding like helicopter blades.

He finds them on the floor of their room, rubbing their arms raw with the hard bristle brush Asmo uses to buff his horns, babbling incoherently to themselves.

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With Satan the physical is NEVER intentional, as much as he used to rage in the early days of the fall, the thought of hurting MC didn't sit well with him. But tiny nicks are so easy to cause when even his regular nails are sharper than a humans'. If MC can keep their reactions subtle, it wont be until Satan is laying in their lap that he notices the "freckles" on their arms don't quite lay flat.

When you're used to fast reflexes, you don't think twice about slamming a door in someone's face. Someone (MC) who was too close and now has a broken, bloody nose. Now whenever the snore in their sleep, or their nose whistles when they laugh too hard, Satan remembers opening the door to MC doubled over, blood leaking from between their fingers as they tried to put pressure on the bridge of their nose.

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Dosage and concentration.

Asmo is vaugely familiar with these terms- SPF strength, alcohol proofing, acidity in his skin care. He's had so many spa nights with Solomon that he doesn't think twice about sharing his skin care routine with MC as well. Powders, gels, creams, exfoliants. Some a bit too harsh, MC's skin turns warm and flush, so he thinks their skin is sensitive. He'd ask for help caring for his wings and horns. MC goes in with their bare hands to get a good scrub, attributing the burn to the rough edges and upturned edges of Asmo's horns. It feels like icyhot, so it must be working. When they're done, Asmo tries to take the rest of the cream off their hands to apply to his hands, but they both scream as a visible layer of skin from MC starts peeling off as well. The acid having fulling numbed and killed off most of the senses in MC's hand, had started to deteriorate the skin, and its by some small blessing that MC hadnt already applied it to their face. It takes a panicked called to Solomon to get the feeling back into MC's hands, but it still takes weeks for the skin to grow back on to their hands. The pain of bandages on raw muscle is excruciating, and Asmo sticks to them like glue, fully taking the blame for their condition.

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Beel and Belphie have another trauma to share as twins- nearly killing MC in their sleep! Beel doesnt understand how heavy an unconcious body can be, and being as large as he is, this becomes a problem the first time him and MC share a bed. He falls asleep with an arm draped over them, but exhaustion from practice has him rolling on to them. Even if not entirely covering them, the weight on their chest makes it hard to breathe and MC soon drops nicities and is trying their damnest to get him off or at least wake him up. Its a panicked use of the pacts to call another brother that saves them, and Beel cant sleep for the rest of the night.

Belphie doesn't have as many night terrors these days, but they can still get bad. Usually sleeping with MC can keep these dreams at bay, but on nights that they dont, he wakes up to find MC tossed onto the floor or squeezed between him and the wall. On the worsts of these nights, he woke up to MC screaming, having wrapped a hand and tail so tightly around their arm that it shattered in 2 places.

(Can I also offer a beel and belphie alternative: MC wanting to match Beel's stamina/ gym workout time and getting muscle deterioration. Belphie wanting a sleeping partner so he messes up their sleeping cycles, 10+ hrs asleep, accidentally depriving them of light, water, and food, causing a depressive episode)

#ozera talks back #anon i am proposing #obey me shall we date #long post

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acurtist · 2 months

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Irritating Character Tropes:

1. Meddler: Had to share explosive commentary about everything and everyone.

2. Gossip-monger: Make up stories and spread them far and wide like a virus.

3. Riddler: Speaks in puzzles and keeps people on toes the hidden meanings in their tales.

4. Jester: Everything and everyone is a joke. Must crack a few ones to earn them wages.

5. Rat hole: Has to sneak in in nook and crannies like a rat to uncover secrets.

6. Interrogator: Wouldn't stop asking same questions with different angles.

7. Petty Thief: Kleptomaniac and pickpocket extraordinaire.

8. Quarreler: Need to pick a fight about everything and anything.

9. Idiot: Speaks out of turn, doesn't know what they are talking about.

10. Lame Poet: Make everyone suffer with their awful compositions.

11. Liar: Conjures up lies out of thin air without skipping a heartbeat.

12. Plotter: Manipulative, calculative, untrustworthy, and narcissistic.

13. Personality Divergent: Sucks living daylights and happiness from people around them.

14. Chaotic: Unorganized messy scatterbrain.

15. Peeping Tom: Needs jail time.

16. Impersonator: Either mentally disturbed or suffering from insecurities.

17. Man child: Regardless of gender acts like a child that needs supervision and extra attention.

18. Foul-mouthed: Starts and ends every sentence with one cursive word or the other.

19. Daydreamer: Always have head stuck in cloud and couldn't focus for more than 5 minutes.

20. Overzealous: Strict adherence to authority figures. Will not hesitate to commit crimes.

21. Righteous Prick: Nothing they do can be wrong or at fault.

22. Existentialist: Make others depressed with their annoying cynicism.

23. Overly-enthusiastic Schmuck: Out of touch with real world and impervious to any challenges. Thinks goodwill is enough resource and help.

24. Undoctor: Has a home remedy for every disease and ailment. Usually a chain-smoker with a protruding belly.

25. Know-it-all: Grammar Nazi, encyclopedia, general knowledge enthusiastic. Insufferable.

26. Geek: Lack of boundaries and respect for privacy.

27. Dare Devil: Needs to get hurt before setting anyone else on fire.

28. Psychoanalyst: Wouldn't shut up about what you actually think, need, and want.

29. Fortune-teller: Spew nonsense out their ass and present it as divine revelation.

30. Manufacturer: Breaks more things than repairs.

31. Conspiracy Theorist: Busy in organizing telepathic peace talks with president and alien civilization.

32. Over-committed Logician: Acts like a machine until an emotional explosions.

33. Otaku/Fic Connoisseur: Spoilers spoliers everywhere.

34. Drama Queen: Nonstop emotional blackmailer.

35. Fatphobic: Anorexic, suffering from health and psychological issues.

36. Glutton: Overweight, hates skinny people. Could use some exercise.

I mean the list doesn't ends. I can honestly think of just as many more of these.

Gotta add them all!

#writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #writer problems #writing process #writerblr #writing prompt #writers community #fantasy #writing ideas #writing inspiration #writing inspo #character creation #plot development

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deathbymas0chist · 1 year

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`୭̥*ೃ 𝐽𝑎𝑑𝑒𝐿𝑒𝑒𝑐ℎ..!! +༉‧₊˚𝐹𝑙𝑜𝑦𝑑 𝐿𝑒𝑒𝑐ℎ..!!

༒ A/N : this is a continuation of this post here ft. Azul! I would recommend reading it first since it does give context about this, and it is mentioned a lot abt what happened previously! I have also felt really burnt out these past few months so I apologize for the long unannounced hiatus I took, but I feel more motivated now and I’ll try to get some more requests done!

༒Word count: 4.7k

༒ Summary: After getting a offer for working at Monstro Lounge’s VIP section by Jade, you agreed, thinking you were just going to be working as a regular waiter, but you were mistaken.

༒Content warning: afab! Reader , mean dom! Jade and Floyd , heavy dubcon , porn with plot , monsterfucking (Jade and Floyd’s mer form) , throat fucking , slight (?) asphyxiation , begging , overstimulation , edging , primal play , cum play , cunninglingus , exhibitionism , degradation , objectification , biting , double penetration , name calling (slut, whore, ext. ) , power play , size kink , dumbification , hair pulling , mind breaking , being threatened , people paying to watch you get fucked , reader being extra broke , this warning list is longer then my will to live.

Taglist : @otaku-explosion @stygianoir

Money has gotten especially right now since the last time you visited the Monstro Lounge. Grim had been complaining about the lack of quality from the cheap tuna you could manage to buy with the little money you had left, and you were getting sick of hearing his whines. You didn’t want to go back to work there when you had to entertain people by putting your body on display and losing your dignity in the process, but you were left with no choice but to go back. It took a toll on you the first time when you had just gone through what Azul did, all with the fake promise of gaining something to help you with your life, only for it all to be a lie from the very beginning. But after reading through his contract many times, and studying it over and over again, searching for any loopholes or inconsistencies, you found it to be airtight, with everything stated clearly and no false promises. It was with a heavy heart that you signed away your spirit, mind, and body over to them.

Coming back to the Monstro Lounge exactly one week later was the most nerve-racking decision you have ever made in your entire life. You contemplated just turning around and running back many times on your way to the place, but your legs just kept going as if you were on autopilot, bringing you in front of the watery gates of hell with every step closer. Taking a deep breath as you tried to calm your racing heart and prepare yourself for what was behind the door, you mustered up all your courage and what very little dignity you had left, you brought your shaky hands up to the door and opened them.

Your knees felt like jelly as you walked into the establishment. The lounge was filled with people, with servers rushing to take orders and the loud chattering of guests’ was making your senses more heightened as you felt overwhelmed by the number of people. All the doubts immediately rushed to your head, and you were already just about done being here only after about thirty seconds of entering. Turning back around, fully ready to run out the doors and never show your face around campus, you felt the weight of someone's hand on your shoulder, stopping you. You held your breath as the person spoke from behind you.

“Leaving so soon? That’s not a very good way of starting your first day on the job.” The sound of Jade’s smooth voice sent a shiver down your spine as you turned back, to meet his piercing heterochrome eyes. Your eyes immediately shot down, unable to meet his as you chose to focus on one of the buttons of his uniform instead. Exhaling a breath you didn’t know you were holding and swallowing the lump in your throat before trying to muster up a response to give to him.

“I-I’m sorry… It’s just– I’m just–” You were already fumbling over your words in front of him. You felt vulnerable in front of him. It was like you were already completely bare even though you were in your normal attire.

“No need for excuses. I’m sure Azul wouldn’t mind If the star of the show tonight just didn’t show up and made him lose thousands of thaumarks.” He interrupted with a slight tease to his tone and a sly smirk on his lips. Jade could read you like an open book. He knew how hesitant you were to come here. He was reveling in the fact he could feel the fear and uneasiness coming from you. Both he and Floyd always loved the feeling of a chase, the adrenaline rush, the blood pumping, the excitement, and he was feeling it all. He wanted to completely devour you right now, but he knew he had to wait just a little bit longer, as much as he didn’t like to play with his food. “But, if you don’t mind, I think we should get going, we wouldn’t want you to be late to your actual first day on the job now, wouldn’t we?”

You could only nod in response, not wanting to stumble on your words further. But as you trailed behind him, through the long hallways, to the back of the lounge, and up a flight of stairs, you remembered his words as the bitter taste in your mouth came back “late to your actual first day on the job” rang throughout your mind. The thought of selling your body, only to get cheated came back and suddenly it was like there was an anchor on your ankle slowly weighing you down. Before you could open your mouth to say something, anything to have one last chance of leaving, Jade stopped in front of a door.

“We’ve arrived.” He said, before turning the handle to the door and holding it open for you to enter. Your heart was pounding through your chest when you walked in and saw that Azul was already there.

Azul greeted you with a smug smile “Welcome to your first official day on the job, now that you’re finally here, I do hope you won’t be backing out now especially since our clients are eagerly awaiting you.” He said, handing you the same bottle of liquid he gave you last time. You hesitantly took the vial from his hands and downed it without question. He watched you with satisfaction as you finished it all, before continuing to speak. “I think you already know what to expect from last time, thanks to your employee training session, but before we start, any questions?”

You shook your head no, every question you had was already cleared up in the contract and you knew Azul wouldn’t possibly try and cheat you for a second time… at least, you hoped he wouldn’t. But you soon realized the absence of Jade, who had seemed to disappear the second you started to talk to Azul.

“Never mind I do have a question, where’s Jade?” His disappearance was off-putting, he had been quiet and reserved to himself the whole time as usual, but the whole time you couldn’t shake the vibe of something more menacing coming from him. Jade was always the one to terrify you more, because of the fact he kept all of his thoughts to himself you never knew what he was planning. Floyd was always the wild one, and you’d expect him to do something crazy, but Jade… He would plan everything down to the last detail.

“Oh he’s getting prepaid along with Floyd, they're both gonna be with you tonight.” He replied casually.

“Wait… what are they going to do to me?” The contract never said what they were going to do tonight explicitly, it just said a list of things they could do to your body.

“That's not for me or them to decide. It's what the audience wants, and that’s what they’ll get.”

“Oh… well, I guess those are the only questions I have..” You trailed off, still nervous, and slightly confused as to what he meant by the audience getting to pick what they want, but you decided to not question it, hoping it’ll be normal.

“Good, now let's get this show started, shall we?” He then turned around, motioning for you to follow him as he led you up another short set of stairs. You finally arrived where you were before as you stared down at the clear water down near your feet. Taking off your shoes, you tried to take deep breaths in to calm your nerves down one more time. On your third final breath out, you felt two strong hands on your back, pushing you into the water once again.

As you sank deep into the water you saw Azul through the crystalline waters waving at you, with a malicious smile before walking away. God, you felt as if you were fresh blood in shark-infested waters- well in this case eel infested waters. Trying to calm your hammering heart from your senses being in overdrive due to the surprise Azul had just given you, you closed your eyes and tried to get used to the cold water surrounding you. You didn’t want to open your eyes, too ashamed of yourself for putting yourself in this situation again. The cheers from the audience’s excitement from seeing you were loud. The blood pumping to your ears and the sound of them in the back was making you a bit light-headed.

Your moment of being alone didn’t last long though, as you felt something slippery start to trail up from your ankles to further up your legs, prying them apart. Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest when you opened your eyes to see Jade’s piercing gaze looking back up at you through your thighs. He only smirked at you before pulling down your skirt and panties in one swift motion. Embarrassed, you yelped and kicked, as you desperately tried to cover your pussy from the prying eyes of the people in the audience, and Jade as well. But before your arms could shield anything from the people, another pair of strong slippery hands grabbed your forearms from behind you, pulling your arms behind your back. You knew exactly who it was when a dark laugh came from behind you. You felt a shiver of fear shoot up your spine, as your blood almost went cold.

“Ahh, shrimpy~! You're finally here! Did you miss me? It was sooo boring here all alone without you!” Floyd said, leaning over your shoulder to whisper in your ear. He sounded excited to see you, but you let out a scream of terror. He let go of your forearms, letting his hands wander up into your shirt, feeling your body up and down while groping at your breasts. After getting tired of your restricting clothes, he decided to rip the uniform that you had been wearing off you. You yelped from the sudden aggressive act, making him let out a hum of satisfaction.

But while they were having their way with your body, you saw Azul walk out and stand in front of the tank, and with a loud voice, he announced “The voting will now begin! With two different rounds, please take out your phones and choose what you want to see happen to her, and remember, the one with the most money wins!” It didn’t take long for the votes to tally up, almost less than a minute later Azul announced what won the poll. “And now, with six thousand four hundred dollars on seeing the prefect getting face fucked while being devoured from the inside out! Please enjoy the show and wait for the next round to commence soon!” And with that, he walked off again, leaving the audience to await eagerly.

Whilst you had been distracted by what Azul had been saying, Floyd took the chance to move to where he had to be, quickly shifting himself in front of you and grabbing hold of a fistful of your hair to line your face up with the tip of his dick. The unexpected quickness of his movements caught you off guard, making you open your mouth to let out a gasp of surprise, allowing Floyd to shove his cock in your mouth. With a soft growl he gave you a warning, “If you bite, I'll bite back, hard.” And with that, he immediately started a fast rhythm of thrusts into your mouth. You didn’t have a choice but to go along with Floyd’s erratic movements. The feeling of his sharp claws holding on tight to the back of your head, bobbing it up and down as he continued to thrust was so dizzying. He was using your mouth as his fleshlight, and it was…exhilarating in a way?

It was a struggle to breathe, but you tried as hard as you could to inhale through your nose. Floyd’s loud grunts were heard above you as he kept thrusting in and out of you, His head was thrown back and his mouth was open wide enough to see his sharp teeth. You remembered his threat from before, you knew he wouldn’t be nice enough to spare you, so you tried as delicately as you could to hide your teeth through his vigorous movements. You almost forgot about the twin that was underneath you, due to the way you'd even breathe properly, and much less think.

Jade decided to make his presence known, as you felt a sharp bite on your inner thighs, dangerously close to your aching core. His teeth were sharp, sharp enough to break your skin and let out your blood, but he chose to spare you, for now at least. You had almost forgotten about how sharp his teeth were, due to the fact he always managed to keep them hidden. You let out a muffled cry of pain while Jade had a faux innocent smile on his face. “My, you’re not hurt already, are you? Humans are such delicate creatures…I wonder what it takes to fully break them..” His words dripped with condescension. You almost didn’t catch that last line, but he had muttered loud enough for you to hear. You almost wish you didn’t hear it though, knowing he’d do whatever it takes to find out the answer to that question.

And just like that, it was like something changed in Jade as he mercilessly plunged three of his long, thick fingers inside you like it was nothing. His pupils started to dilate once you started to scream, and when he saw how well your tight cunt was taking your fingers so well? He lost his composure. The feeling of your tight walls stretching around his fingers was making him lose his mind. His slick, webbed fingers started to plunge deep inside you, as he brought his mouth closer to your aching clit. His tongue swirled around your clit, experimentally flicking it on occasion to see if it would get a reaction out of you, and to his surprise, it did. You started to pant for breath, letting out little whines as you started to squirm for more. He was intrigued, to say the least. Could such a small bundle of nerves reduce you to this? You were rutting your core into him, desperate to get more of the feeling of pleasure. But, he wanted to find out another thing, if you were so sensitive to his light touches, what would happen if he were more..rough?

He experimentally grazed the edge of his sharp teeth against your clit, looking up at you through lidded eyes, carefully watching your expressions. Your face flashed with discomfort and anxiousness, as your thighs started to tremble around him. He wondered if such a small graze of his teeth could make you quiver with fear, how would you react to a more… merciless approach? He pulled his hand and mouth away from you abruptly, causing you to let out more whines at the loss of contact. He watched, amused, before bringing up his hands to your clit, only to roughly pinch it, not choosing to let go until you were writhing under his touch.

You cried out around Floyd from Jade’s grip, The Audience was split between looking at what Jade was doing to your lower half and looking at how utterly fucked out your face had looked from what Floyd was doing to you. His thrusts were so deep into your throat, they could see the outline of his cock. It was evident that he was close to finishing due to how your moans from around him were sending vibrations throughout his body. He quickened his pace, finally stopping abruptly and gripping your hair even tighter. You felt his surprisingly hot load shoot into your mouth, as he looked down at you with a happy look on his face. “Swallow it all, don’t let a single drop go to waste, ‘kay?” It was salty, but it had a surprising sweetness to it in a way, your throat burned when you swallowed, too sore to take anything else. He brought his hands to your jaw and gripped it tightly, forcing you to open your mouth to show him that you took it all. His smile brightened even more, “Now… what do you say after getting a nice meal?” He looked at you expectantly, awaiting your answer. It took you a second to recover, before barely managing to muster a weak “T..Thank you…” Your voice was shot, and your throat had burned even more from even talking, but it made Floyd satisfied.

After Floyd had finished inside of your mouth, jade had pulled away abruptly, causing you to let out a needy whine that you managed to surprise yourself with. His long fingers leaving your hole made you feel empty, so empty. You also missed the feeling of his soft lips suckling on your clit, leaving you throbbing and wanting more of what he was giving you. Before you could even beg for more, Azul came striding back in front of the tank once more.

“And that concludes the first round of the show! Now, may I please begin the next round of voting?” And with that you saw the people pull out their phones once more, choosing whatever sick thing they want to see happen to you next as if you were some sort of object and not an actual person. A minute had passed when Azul finally spoke up again after checking what had gotten the most money on the poll. “Now for the second round, with ten thousand five hundred! you get to see our dear perfect getting double penetrated!” Azul had sounded surprised when he read off how much he had gotten from the votes, but he quickly played it off before wishing the audience a good show before getting away from the tank.

After Azul had left, you turned to look at Jade and Floyd, and from the looks on their faces, they were not happy about having to share. Floyd scowled from next to you, pulling you in front of him by your forearm and away from Jade. “You know how much I don’t like sharing the same prey.” He growled out, baring his teeth at his brother. His hold on your arm was getting tighter by the second, you knew he wasn’t playing around when it came to sharing things.

Jade didn’t look so amused by his brother’s antics, letting out a scoff and rolling his eyes, “It’s not like we have a choice, both you and I had agreed to share just this once, so stop acting like a child throwing a tantrum and stop hogging her to yourself.” Jade said as he went to grab your other arm, moving in front of you. Floyd was about to say something else but Jade cut him off once more “Why don’t we make things interesting? Instead of just hogging them all to yourself, why don't we make this a little competition and see who gets them to scream their name loudest?”

Floyd seemed to like the idea of that, as his grip on your arm had loosened with a cocky smirk appearing on his face. “Fine. Just don’t get upset when I win.” And just like that, it was like another switch was flipped inside their minds as they both manhandled your body. Both their hands were groping everywhere, you didn’t know which hand belonged to who, and to be honest, you couldn’t care less, your mind was already unfocused and hazy, still recovering from what Floyd did.

As they both were groping your body, you felt their thick cocks prodding your entrance. You didn’t know how you could take both of them– or how it would even be possible. Floyd’s dick was much thicker than you thought it would be, you knew that from how your jaw was feeling close to dislocating to accommodate for how thick he was. You haven’t seen Jade’s cock yet, but you knew it would be similar to his brother, I mean, after all, they are twins. That thought made you even more nervous, you prayed to whatever gods were listening that Azul had put something else in that potion to make the pain more bearable because you knew they were going to completely break you.

You felt Jade slowly enter you first, you quickly noticed that he wasn’t as thick as his brother, but he was longer, a lot longer. The stretch wasn’t as painful as you thought it would be with Jade, and you were thankful for that until it was Floyd’s turn to enter you. He was bullying you with how mercilessly he shoved himself inside of you. Once they were both insides of you, they both let out a groan of satisfaction. Jade let out a hiss, while Floyd threw his head back once more, the feeling of your tight walls along with how they both were feeling each other inside you was too much for them, it was something that made them feel a way they had never felt before. You, Horsley, cried out Floyd’s name loudly once he managed to fit himself inside you.

From behind you, Floyd’s smirk grew, causing jade to become more irritated, making his scowl increase as he pulled out his cock, leaving only his tip, before slamming back into you without mercy. This caused you to immediately moan out Jade’s name louder causing the competition to finally begin. Both of their movements were in sync, as soon as one pulled out, the other would slam back in. You felt your mind quickly go blank, after a few thrusts from both of them, you felt your legs start to tremble uncontrollably, causing the only noises to come out of you to be barely comprehensible slurs of their names and a mixture of whines and babbles. You felt your senses being in hyperdrive as you clenched hard around their cocks, coating them with your cum. Your mind was completely gone and they had only just started their game.

The feeling of you cumming around them was addicting. The way you gripped them like a vice as your warm cream flooded them. They both could have come just from you cumming around them, but with their strength and stamina, they chose to hold themselves back, waiting to fill you up at the perfect moment. You were still riding out the feeling of your first orgasm when you felt a sharp pain shoot through your neck, the feeling of sharp teeth sinking into your skin once more made you let out a shriek of pain and surprise. You Felt Floyd’s smile against your skin as you hissed out of pain. You felt a little bit of your warm blood flowing out and into his mouth as he started sucking on the spot making you let out soft moans of his name. He then started to slide his hands down your body. One of his hands found one of your nipples, taking it as he started pinching and pulling. His other hand had trailed down further, this time finding your clit, drawing fast tight little circles on it, only adding to the painful pleasure you were feeling. Overwhelmed by the feeling, your arm had reached behind you, grabbing his hair and pulling it, trying to get him off you, or to make him gentler, but your attempts were futile as he started to moan against your skin from how you were making him feel from the pain.

Whilst Floyd had been sucking on your neck and busing himself with pinching and rubbing you, Jade had also started to play with your body too. He started to lightly graze his hands over your sensitive thighs, causing a trail of goosebumps to appear on your skin as you felt hyper-aware of his hands. He brought one hand up your thigh, then slowly started to reach behind you, grabbing a handful of your plush ass, and starting to grope it. As he did that, he brought his mouth closer to the soft, plush skin of your breasts, taking the other nipple his brother wasn’t playing with into his mouth. He started to lick and suck meanly, occasionally grazing his teeth over your nipple, like how he did with your clit. The feeling of Jade sucking on your sensitive nipples, along with Floyd’s fingers toying with your sensitive clit, was enough to feel like there were shocks spreading all through your nerves.

The view of you like this was worth every penny the people in the crowd had spent to see you like this. Even Azul watching the show in the back was feeling a little bit upset at the fact he’s not the one having his way with you like how the twins were using you. Everyone in that audience was seething in some sort of jealousy in some way deep down, wishing they were the ones making you feel the way you were feeling now, but no one could ever rival the feeling of having both Jade and Floyd Leech stretch and stuff you full with both their thick cocks.

Their thrusts had gotten more erratic, and the extra added stimulation on the other parts of your body was bringing you close to another orgasm, and you could tell that both of them were going to reach their peaks soon too. Your mind was gone once again, you were left with no thoughts, only left with the numb dull between your shaking legs and the nerves in your body going haywire. But you had been brought back out of your haze-induced mind by Floyd who had ceased playing with your nipple to grab you by your jaw once more, turning your face to look him dead in the eyes. “How about we settle this little competition now prefect, tell me, who fucks you better?” He demanded your answer

You didn’t have an answer for him. How could you? You were being fucked dumb with nothing on your mind, and they both were giving you an equal amount of attention to your body and they were fucking you at a steady rhythm. It also didn't help when you were on the brink of an orgasm and they weren’t letting up their thrusts to even give you a millisecond to breathe, much less think. You struggled to answer, only letting out broken moans and cries for them to keep going, and to let you release again, only to be cut off by a particularly rough thrust from both of them. They both thrust into you at the same time, reaching deep inside of you, flooding your hole with their cum. You came along with them, clenching around them even more and milking them for all they were worth.

You hadn’t fully recovered from the aftershocks of your orgasm when Jade had grabbed you by your jaw, now forcing you to look at him instead of Floyd. “I think we both deserve an answer to this, do tell, who fucked you better? You have to choose. If you ‘Don’t know’ then I can assure you, all of the extra tips you received will be going to Floyd and I instead.” You didn’t have any chances of escape, you were stuck in between both of them and you were pretty sure if you choose one over the other, it would be a bloodbath, either between you or themselves, or both.

“I choose…” And just like that, you felt the exhaustion take over you. You didn’t realize the adrenaline had worn off, making you more tired than you thought you were. You were unable to do anything but succumb to the feeling of drowsiness taking over you, letting your heavy eyes close and feeling your stiff body become more laxed. Maybe after another round of fucking you could decide, but for now, you’ll rest, feeling tired and content nestled between them.

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Envy

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Auva is curled up in a nest of soft things on the floor of Levi’s room. Pillows, blankets, plushies, possibly a beanbag chair or two—all piled high on the floor in front of a big screen.

Levi is there too, of course. Sitting just slightly out of arm’s reach, reclining in the blanket nest with his Ruri-chan body pillow. Relaxed as she’s ever seen him. He’s hugging the pillow like it’s his best friend as he and Auva marathon TSL for quite possibly the 15th time.

At this point, Auva knows these movies so well she could speak every line along with the characters. So, as much as she enjoys the story, it’s not exactly keeping her focused.

‘I’M his best friend!’ Auva can’t stop herself from thinking, as Levi watches peacefully. She mentally side-eyes that passing thought as soon as she notices it.

Envy is not a familiar feeling for Auva. Sure, she’s felt short flashes of mild jealousy before—small moments of it that are easily acknowledged, dealt with, and released. Quick and simple.

That’s… not what this is. She tries to push it down, for further examination later. She pointedly thinks of how peaceful this is, what a good time she’s having watching movies she likes, how nice it is to see Levi being so relaxed and open…

She holds out for about a movie and a half. But then, a scene where the Lord of Shadows gives Henry a hug has the twisting unpleasantness she feels in her gut suddenly roaring back to life. It burrows into the front of her mind. The unfamiliar feeling intensifies from the low, very ignorable twisting it was before, like pouring gasoline on a fire. It burns, insistent and cloying under her tongue.

Auva zones out in that moment, confused and distressed. Trying to identify whatever the fuck this is.

Simultaneously, Levi snaps out of relaxed TSL fixation mode. He feels the explosion of envy in his friend. It’s doubly palpable to him, not just because he’s attuned to feelings of envy as the avatar of it—especially in Auva through his pact with her—but more because he has NEVER before felt so much of it from her before!

“Uh—!? Whoaaaa… Auva??! Are you—do you wanna talk about it??” Levi sputters.

Auva freezes, looking away. She’s figured out what caused the bad feeling, but not what the bad feeling is quite yet. In order to find the cause, she has tracked the start of the feeling to when Levi joined her in their blanket nest, but chose to sit too far away from her to touch, to cuddle with a pillow instead of his best friend.

She’s embarrassed to realize this. Fruitlessly, she tries to hide it. She doesn’t want to lie to him, but… she can’t say it! “No, no! It’s nothing, don’t worry, I’m good! Everything’s fine!”

Levi shoots her a flat look. “Stupid normie, I can FEEL it! Did you forget what I am? There’s no point lying!”

Auva groans, burying her face in her hands. ‘??? He can feel it—OH. Oh. Envy. So that’s what that feels like then. Fuck, okay.’ She thinks, cringing at herself.

“Nooo… Levi, really, it’s nothing! It’s so dumb!”

“But I wanna help! WHY won’t you tell me? That’s SO not fair..!” Levi exclaims, looking stressed, worried, and a bit hurt. “Of course you wouldn’t trust a gross icky otaku like me…”

‘Fuuuuck, of course he’d take it personally!’ Auva mentally groans to herself.

“No! No, you know I don’t think that! You’re not gross, Levi! I… it’s just—umm, well…” she trails off. Can’t say it.

She huffs, frustrated, and flails for a moment before taking her DDD out of her pocket. She goes to text him instead.

> ruri pillow gets hugs and I don’t >:[ Henry gets hugs and I don’t >>:[[[ I want hugs too >:[ >:[ >:[

Levi’s text tone goes off. He reads her message.

He freezes awkwardly. Buffering…

Auva cringes, shoving her DDD away from her. She hides her face in her hands again. “I told you it’s dumb…” she mumbles.

“N-no! No, it’s fine! I just. I, was, uh—! Y-you… you really don’t think I’m too gross?” Levi stutters.

“Obviously not! We’re friends, we’ve BEEN friends, you know I love you—Why do YOU think you’re gross?! Is it because you’re a snake, do you think snakes are gross?! I like snakes!! Is that it? I don’t get it, Levi! You’re NOT gross, I’ll fight you about that if I have to! Is that really why you don’t touch me?” Auva rambles, her hands flapping frantically. “You keep telling me it’s okay if I touch you, you said you’re not uncomfortable with it in general, but then… you’ll sit next to me and hug a pillow but you won’t ever hug me, and I don’t get WHY! I keep telling you you’re not gross! Do you not believe me, or do you just…”

Auva cuts herself off. ‘do you just not love me’, she was going to say. She thought better of it. She knows he does. She knows. It would be unfair to him to scold him for not believing her and then to immediately turn around and not believe him. She knows he’s shy, too. It isn’t a problem if he’s uncomfortable with touch of course, but he keeps telling her that’s not the case, so..???

Levi seems to know where she was going with that. He flails, stuttering his rebuttal just as frantically. They never resemble each other more than when they’re panicking at each other like this. “I..! It’s NOT like that!! It’s not that—that I don’t l-love… you, o-or anything..! I just..! It’s just… I’m gross, I don’t think you’d want ME so close to you!”

“But I do though! I really do! You’re NOT gross! Levi… Levi, you’re not gross. You’re my friend. My friend is not gross. Please believe me?” Auva says, her agitation quickly dying down into just sadness.

Levi’s energy simmers down to match hers. With a sigh, he steels himself. Dismissing his ever-present shyness as best he can. He puts the Ruri pillow down in the pile next to him. He fixes his gaze into a far corner as he sticks out an arm in Auva’s direction, shyly gesturing for his friend to close the distance.

Auva rushes to comply before he can change his mind. It’s about half a second until she has ducked under his arm and moulded herself against him, shifting until she’s comfy and as close as she can get. She ends up draped over the left side of him. Her fingers tangle into the fabric of his shirt, clinging, as if to prevent anyone from removing her. Her cheek smushes against his shoulder. Her glasses get knocked off as she presses her face against him. She doesn’t care.

“Stupid noodle… y’r not fuckin gross…” she grumbles to him, her voice muffled against his shoulder.

“…if you say so, I guess…” he mumbles back. He puts his arm down across her shoulder blades. His hand wraps carefully around her right bicep. His other hand retrieves her glasses, then places them on the floor where they’ll be safer. He turns his attention back to the movie to distract himself from his self-consciousness.

As for Auva, she’s fully ignoring the movie in favour of committing this absolute gift of a moment to memory. Every detail. The rhythm of his breathing and heartbeat, the sounds of his joints shifting with each minute adjustment he makes, the cool temperature of his skin, the unscented soap and ocean scent that sticks to him, the gentle pressure of his arm draped over her, the feel of his thumb absently rubbing over that one small strip of skin on her arm and occasionally fidgeting with the hem of her short sleeve. She blissfully soaks in every detail.

Her heart is warm, and she LOVES her friend. She’s relaxed, boneless. Very comfortable and happy to be held.

As the next movie plays, Levi ends up absentmindedly pulling her into the same position he had the pillow in before. Reclining fully against his chest, more or less in his lap as both his arms wrap securely around her back. She couldn’t see the screen like this if she were trying to. She’s not though, so this is more than fine with her. She’s seen these movies so many times by now that the audio alone is enough to have the visuals projecting in detail from her memory on the back of her eyelids.

Auva stays still and quiet, carefully relaxed, trying not to draw attention to herself. Hoping he’ll stay distracted until the entire series is over, so it’ll take as long as possible for him to get awkward and push her away again. Fuck, she dreads the idea of being pushed away.

Hours later, the story ends. Levi’s distraction is over. Her fingers clench in his shirt again, clinging. She doesn’t want him to let go. Doesn’t want him to make her go…

“Auva..?” Levi softly calls, having noticed her tension returning. “I… it’s okay, you know. You don’t—I’m not kicking you out. If you’re sure you want to be here. I’m not uncomfortable, or anything, is what I’m saying. Is that, um… that’s what you’re scared of, right?” he sighs. Pulls her a bit closer, so he can lean down to comfortably bury his face against her shoulder without dislodging her. “We’re gonna have to talk about this, aren’t we…”

“Mm. Probably… ‘s important. But… tomorrow, though? I’m comfy...” Auva mumbles.

She yawns. He nods, agreeing to have a real conversation about this tomorrow. They cling to each other a bit tighter for comfort, as they both try not to think about how scary that is.

“Hey, Levi?” Auva whispers.

“Hm?” He hums inquisitively.

“I really love my player one. SO much. I hope you know that.”

He inhales sharply, quickly squeezing her as he takes in her familiar words. She has told him so many times before, but it hits him in the heart just the same every time.

“Yeah. I know.” He whispers back. “And I love my player two. So much. You know that,” Shy as always, even though he has said it before too.

Auva nods. She gives him an affectionate squeeze too, before relaxing again. Intending to go to sleep right there.

The upcoming conversation still scares them, but just a bit less now. They’ll have each other, after all. They’ll help each other.

They’ll be fine.

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steves-strapcollection · 10 months

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WIP Wednesday - Friday (from last week): romcom!AU edition

So I've just been plugging away at this fic and I actually kinda just forgot to keep posting the snippets but I'm here!!! I'm going to post the snippets I promise so here is the next section!!

The Set-Up - Steve POV & SFW

“You wanna take a shower before you go?”

“Probably a good idea. I’m pretty sure there’s lube in my hair,” Eddie complained lightly, raising an eyebrow accusingly at Steve. “You have any idea how that got there, Stevie?”

“I plead the fifth,” Steve responded and Eddie rolled his eyes with a laugh. When Eddie made a move to roll over to the edge of the bed, Steve grabbed his wrist lightly and smiled when the other man looked over at him curiously. “Quick kiss?”

Eddie’s expression relaxed, even as he sighed heavily and leaned over. “So needy,” he grumbled before kissing him. And Steve knew Eddie was just teasing, that it was just a joke, and he even knew that he was being a little needy.

The comment still cut Steve to the quick.

When Eddie pulled away, he immediately rolled off the bed and onto his feet. Steve absently registered that Eddie was complaining about something—“Jesus, my legs are still fuckin’ Jello.”—and he was pretty sure he laughed an appropriate amount when he realized Eddie was looking at him. Eddie had smiled back at him, broad and dimpled before disappearing in the bathroom, leaving the door open.

Steve watched the doorway for several moments before turning to stare up at the ceiling. Letting out a slow breath, Steve closed his eyes and tried to bring back some semblance of the confidence he was feeling just ten minutes ago.

“Needy.”

Letting out an explosive sigh, Steve ground the heels of his palms against his eyes.

It only hit so deep because it was true. At his core, no matter how much he tried to make sure everyone was happy and content, Steve was desperate for the attention and affections of others. He was clingy and pushy, and sometimes inappropriate like asking a one-night stand for a kiss before he went to take a shower before going home.

“Yes, Steve, you wanted ten days to ‘get away.’ Not me, but you didn’t even actually ask me.” “You suggested it! What, I was just supposed to go on a vacation alone?” “Of course not, Steve. I mean, you don’t even go to the grocery store alone.”

The argument with Nancy was crawling back into his head for the first time since before he went to the pool. Steve had managed to tuck away the hurt and the bitterness, even while talking about her to Eddie, but now? While he was grappling with wanting Eddie to stay when the man wanted to leave? It was impossible not to remember what she said. Hell, didn’t he just prove some of her point? Not even twenty-four hours after she dumped him and Steve was already fucking someone and getting moody that they wouldn’t spend the night.

Steve only managed one night alone, and that was probably only because he was drunk.

Taking a deep breath, Steve worked to set aside those thoughts until Eddie left. The man would be finishing up in the shower soon, and Steve didn’t want him coming out to find him moping like a child.

Tagging the people who asked for a snippet: @sidekick-hero @scarcrossdlvrs @inairbinad @theheadlessphilosopher @hellion-child @stobinesque Tagging the ppl i think would also want to see this: @xenon-demon @lets-try-to-be-normal-otakus @thefreakandthehair @legitcookie @patchworkgargoyle @starryeyedjanai

#wip wednesday accountability #gerry wip

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landofzero-archive · 5 months

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Ougonten - Account of the Dragon's Ascension 1

Writer: Kanata Haruka

Season: Winter

(Location: Starmony Dorms Common Area)

Mika: Heave-ho…… Fuu…… Thanks a bunch, Shiratori-kun. Let’s take a break here fer now.

Aira: We should. The unexpectedly large luggage wore me out.

Mika: Sorry fer draggin’ ya into this.

I was plannin’ on takin’ home some of my personal stuff from the handicraft club before I graduated, but it turned out to be more luggage than I expected.

Aira: No no, I had free time too. Actually, it was a feast for the eyes to see the treasured works of art belonging to Kagehira-senpai!

Also, while we were returning together, I got to hear a lot of behind the scenes stories about Machina.

As an idol otaku, it was a time of ultimate bliss♪ I’m super happy!

Mika: I appreciate ya sayin’ that. I feel bad that I can’t do anythin’ to thank ya fer yer help though……

Aira: Being able to talk about Machina with Kagehira-senpai is more than enough thanks!

Even thinking back on it now, I’m overwhelmed by that fantastic universe.

Mika: Ahaha, don’t praise me too much. Since it’s about me, I might get too excited over it.

Aira: That can’t be! From my point of view, I can’t say enough about it!

I got it! The Machina live show was good, but the show before that, “Test World,” was also amazing!

Mika: Eh!? Sh-Shiratori-kun, how do ya know about Test World!?

No one would know about that unless they were logged into that virtual world.

Aira: Ah, I didn’t see it directly! I saw the video.

Someone recorded a video of what happened in Test World and posted it on SNS.

I was so disappointed when I saw that video. I wondered why I couldn’t have gotten to see Valkyrie’s bravery with my own eyes.

Itsuki-senpai and Kagehira-senpai’s appearance at that time…… Even when I remember it, I can’t help but sigh as my tears fell.

The sight of you two looking down on everyone from above and bringing the end of the world was truly divine!

The highlight was the innocence of Kagehira-senpai, when you made money rain like hot water saying, “Art is an explosion~!”

MIka: I-It’s spread to that extent!?

Aira: Yep! I watched that scene so much I thought I was going to pierce a hole into my phone!

Mika: Don’t look at me like that! That’s where I think I got too carried away!

Uuu…… I guess I did too much by throwin’ away the money. That’s usually a punishment.

Aira: No no, I think it was a good thing!

I loved Kagehira-senpai in that scene so much that I couldn’t help but share my thoughts about it on SNS.

Kagehira-senpai’s appearance at that time, the sparkling money was like—

Mitsuru: (Whispering) Mika-ni~chan should have entered this room. I’ll sneak inside and investigate……

Mika: Ah, that’s Mitsuru-kun ain’t it. Welcome home~. What’s goin’ on, sneakin’ around like that?

Mitsuru: Uwah!? Mika-ni~chan was still in front of the door!?

Aira: Ah, sorry! Now that I think about it, we were standing in front of the door talking for a long while.

Mika: Ngah~ we’re gettin in the way of people comin’ in later. Sorry for scarin’ ya, Mitsuru-kun.

Mitsuru: I-it’s okay!! I’m going back to my room now, so Mika-ni~chan and the others can enjoy chatting~!

Mika: Eh, Mitsuru-kun!?

…… He left. Since he came into the room, I assume he had somethin’ to do but…

Did I say somethin’ to annoy Mitsuru-kun?

Aira: Hmm~mm…… Maybe he was just too surprised?

Anyway, it’s not a good idea to just stand around and talk like this. We shouldn’t surprise anyone coming in like Tenma-senpai again.

Mika: Alright. I don’t know if I can drag this luggage to my room.

Aira: That’s true…… But first, let’s have some tea and take a break. It’s never too late to carry your luggage.

Besides, I want to chat with Kagehira-senpai a bit more!

Mika: Haah. If you're serious about it, let’s make some hot tea first♪

(Location: Starmony Dorms Hallway (1F))

Mitsuru: Fuu…… That was dangerous. I almost got caught by Mika-ni~chan.

But with this I was able to learn more about Mika-ni~chan again! I’ll make a note of it right away.

“Mika-ni~chan was a good god who enjoyed standing and talking with his friends,” and…

Hmm…… It seems like this isn’t enough after all~!

A~lright, let’s find more and more divine aspects of Mika-ni~chan!

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#ensemble stars #enstars #enstars translation #mika kagehira #aira shiratori #mitsuru tenma #era: !!#type: scout

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mizu-chin · 3 days

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Shinichiro x Reader

*English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes*

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S/n was an otaku in 2024, a true enthusiast of anime and manga. She spent her days immersed in fantastical worlds, dreaming of adventures that only existed within the pages of her favorite comics. But one day, something extraordinary happened.

While in her room, surrounded by posters and collectibles, S/n was engulfed by a blinding light. When the brightness faded, she found herself in a completely unknown place. It was as if she had been transported into the universe of an anime.

Confused and amazed at the same time, S/n looked around and realized she was on a bustling street, with tall buildings and flashing lights everywhere. She found herself in the world of Tokyo Revengers, one of her favorite mangas. Excited and scared, she decided to explore the new environment.

As she walked, S/n was approached by a young man with dark hair and intense eyes. It was Shinichiro Sano, one of the main characters of Tokyo Revengers. He looked at S/n with curiosity and concern, not understanding how she had appeared there.

Shinichiro was intrigued by S/n's presence. He had never seen anyone like her before, someone who clearly did not belong to his world. But still, something in him felt compelled to protect her.

S/n, in turn, was fascinated to be face to face with one of her favorite characters. She admired Shinichiro's determination and courage, and something within her was drawn to him.

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As the days passed, S/n and Shinichiro spent more time together. He took her to meet his friends and showed her the most important places in Tokyo. Meanwhile, S/n tried to understand how she had been teleported to that world and if there was any way to return home.

But the more time they spent together, the closer they became. A spark of passion began to ignite between them, an attraction neither could deny.

And as the passion between S/n and Shinichiro grew, they surrendered themselves to each other body and soul. S/n's golden eyes gleamed with desire, while Shinichiro's intense gaze devoured her with lust.

On a hot summer night, they succumbed to the desire that consumed them. In a moment of fiery passion, their bodies merged in a dance of pleasure and lust. Every touch, every kiss, was an explosion of sensations that drove them to madness.

And so, S/n and Shinichiro surrendered themselves to each other completely, exploring the limits of pleasure and passion. In a world where danger lurked around every corner, they found refuge in each other, a connection that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

As the sun set over the city of Tokyo, S/n and Shinichiro surrendered to the ecstasy of forbidden love, knowing they were destined to be together forever, even if their worlds were separated by a thin line between reality and fantasy.

#tokyo revengers #anime #manga #shinichiro x reader #shinichiro sano smut

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mastacell · 11 months

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The Final Beginning. Konosuba: An Explosion on This Wonderful World! Episode 12 Review

#konosuba #anime #manga #otaku #manga anime #youtube #anime review #konosuba explosion #megumin #yunyun #season 3

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random-ykw-facts · 9 months

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Fact #85

Oddly, shortly after the Japanese airing of the Yo-kai Watch anime's 39th episode, Gourmet School Lunch Episode 2: Pudding! / Yo-kai Failian / Yo-kai Spoilerina on October 10th, 2014, the episode was "temporarily suspended for undisclosed reasons," with the anime's digital streaming also being suspended on the episode's air date. No explanation has ever been given for this suspension, though it is thought to be due to a cue card that, in Japanese, says "A meaty volcanic explosion," being compared to a volcanic eruption that took place on September 27th, 2014, though the episode was in production before the incident.

When the episode did air again, on December 24th, 2014, the only change was in the Yo-kai Failian segment, where the dance people inspirited by Failian do after pranking someone was reanimated, removing resemblance to the choreography of Pink Lady's UFO, with the music also being redone. Additionally, text in the background reading "USO" was added, though most dubs removed this, apart from some which use the original visuals and music; a comparison of both the USA airing and the Malaysian airing, as well as the original Japanese airing and the Malay airing, can be found below (credit to YouTube user Meor Adi the Anime Otaku).

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#yo-kai watch facts #yo-kai watch anime #yo-kai watch #yokai watch #youkai watch #ykw #yw #failian #Ｕ.Ｓ.Ｏ.#tbh with how unhinged the anime is i'm surprised that (as far as i'm aware) this is the only episode that was ever banned #and even it was only temporarily banned #side note but god this episode's great. the anime's amazing #side side note but this blog's almost a year old. can't believe we're almost at fact 365- /j #Youtube

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idiacide · 2 years

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Trial By Fire

A commission fic for the eternally patient @kitkats-pastel-graveyard who requested an Idia x Reader x Floyd fic set in the Culinary Crucible. This will also be my last commission for a while, and its back to our regularly scheduled content.

Idia Shroud/Reader, Floyd Leech/Reader, 6.4k words (got a little outta hand askdfjhaskljfd)

TW: Food, eating, fire, explosions.

I suppose we’ll start with a simple question. What brings you to this quarter’s Culinary Crucible? We’ll start with you, Mr. Shroud.

[Note: After a few attempts at verbal speech, Mr. Shroud instead elected to use the text to speech app to type his response. Somewhat furiously, I might add] My younger brother Ortho thinks I need some more staples in my diet. And also to be able to prepare it myself. Tbh it’s a little annoying, I can cook. I make cup ramen all the time and my specialized recipe is godtier even if I do have to say it myself. The secret is to- uh- actually you probably don’t care. Anyways! Gross otaku don’t need to sustain themselves on anything other than snacks. But he threatened to buy up all the tickets to the next Kismet Punch meet and greet unless I come to this. That’s what I get for uploading him with the alert system...

Anyways, I showed up here, and as we can all clearly see, I’m not cut out for this, so if you could just-

What about you, Mr. Leech? I must admit, I was surprised to see you here. Even we ghosts have heard that you developed much of Mostro Lounge’s menu yourself.

“Eh? I guess I’m in the same boat as Firefly Squid. Jade made me come after I got in trouble again for messing around with the customer dishes. It’s a huuuuuge pain. If people don’t want to spice things up then they can stay home and cook for themselves. Why should I be stuck making the same thing over and over?”

[At this point, Mr. Leech tilted his chair, throwing his head back to look at the kitchen, along with the staff and the headmage. Something seemed to catch his eye, and when he lowered to the ground again he was smiling.]

“Still, guess it’s not all bad. Plus, Jade used his scary voice, which means I’m not allowed to go back to the dorm till this is over with.”

.....You haven’t been home since this started?

“I just said that, didn’t I? So what are we waiting for, I’m gettin excited to try this! Hey, can I use some of the plants I brought from the alchemy labs?”

That would depend on-... Mr. Leech, the event hasn’t started yet!!!

“Cmon, Anglerfish, I wanna see if I can fry an egg on that hair of yours!!”

How did I get involved in this?! “H-hey, let goo of meeeeee!!!”

------

“This is stupid.” You said, for the fifth time in as many minutes as you watched the ghosts attempt to wrench a protesting Idia out of Floyd’s grip. You tugged at the apron around your neck like it might vanish if you did so.

“Oh, come now.” Crowley said, clapping you on the back and refusing to directly acknowledge the chaos his students were causing. “Of all the things I’ve asked you to do to pay the rent on Ramshackle Dormitory, a bit of KP for an event is hardly the most unreasonable!”

“That’s not-......” You let out a frustrated breath, letting the matter of your unfair work conditions rest for the moment. “I’ve seen these contests before, they can go all day. I don’t have that kind of time!”

“I’m sure you’ll manage. After all, at least one of these contestants is an experienced chef! It shouldn’t take them terribly long to find something to please the judges.”

“Maaan, Firefly Squid, your hair’s not nearly hot enough to cook anything on!”

“That’s what- I-i’ve been trying to-!!”

“Guess we’ll just have to compare teeth sharpness then. Hey Shrimpy!!” Your head jerks to see Floyd beaming at you, waving you over. “Get some tomatoes or something and let’s settle this!”

Idia’s gaze tracks over to where Floyd is looking and he starts, hair shooting a few inches higher. Fumbling for his tablet, he starts jabbing commands at lightning speed. When did this become a competition between US?!

“I eagerly await the fruits of your labors!” And with a flourish of his cape, Crowley’s gone.

-----

Not that it was easy, but you did manage to get Floyd off of competing with Idia to actually focus on the task at hand. At the very least he was eager to help out around the kitchen. You can’t imagine how much of a nightmare this would’ve been if he wasn’t. The ghosts set the challenge, providing a selection of recipes which Idia and Floyd would attempt to master before the day was out. Your heart sank a little more into the depths of your shoes when you saw the list. All of them were chosen with the idea of consistency in mind. As a result, they were finicky. Any shortcuts or distraction would harm the final result.

At the very least, you wouldn’t be responsible for the actual cooking parts. Not even ingredient gathering, since assessing the relative quality of the components was considered part of the challenge. Officially you’d be tasked with primarily grunt work: chopping, timers, dishes, anything they might need an extra set of hands on.

“Shrimpy’s our little helpeeeeeer” Floyd crooned. His arms cinch tighter around your waist as he leans over your shoulder to grin at you. “At least I know it won’t be boring.”

“Juuust great, a babysitter, not like this ordeal could get anymore humiliating...” Idia’s mutter continues to trail off until you decide to clear your throat.

“I mean, you don’t have to utilize me. I’m just here if you need me. That ok?”

He jumps, like he didn’t realize you could hear him. Knowing Idia, he hadn’t noticed he was speaking out loud. “U-uh.....I didn’t mean....I mean-!” He pulls at the edge his sleeves, looking off to the side. “It’s not a problem with you specifically, just. More the concept. I mean I’m glad that it’s you if it has to be anyone, but-.....wait forget that last part-”

Unofficially, your job was wrangling these two. No one said it out loud, but Crowley had functionally implied as much. Floyd in particular was a decided flight risk in a space with this much fire and this many sharp objects.

Like you’d said, you weren’t exactly thrilled to be giving up your whole day like this. But you didn’t necessarily resent spending time with either of them. Difficult as they could both be in their individual ways, they could both be a lot of fun to be around.

Something you were going to spend a lot of time reminding yourself of as the day progressed.

---

Idia stared at the array of spices in front of him, comparing it to the recipe notes he’d managed to pull up on his tablet. The ingredients were all so fiddly. Wouldn’t be a problem, normally. Chemistry may be less his bag than engineering but he still had a pretty good sense of what he was doing around a cauldron. The X factor giving him trouble here was taste,though. Wasn’t enough to just check off the boxes, you had to somehow tailor it to individual palates, based on entirely subjective tastes. How was ANYONE supposed to maintain “consistency” in an environment like this-

“Comin’ through~”

His grousing is cut off abruptly by Floyd’s upper body flopping over the countertop, grabbing at a variety of jars with a few thoughtful hums before dropping them in his apron pocket seemingly at random. Idia jerks his tablet out of reach on instinct, before annoyance overcomes his startle. He flicks over to his text to speech.

Those aren’t even in this dish.

“So? I want to see how it turns out.” Floyd shrugs, giving him that sleepy, creepy grin of his. Not that I’m one to talk, or. Think.

It’ll turn out like the last 6 times, with failing scores.

“You tryin’ to tell me what to do now, Firefly Squid?” The smile doesn’t slip one notch. Something in the eyes though...they harden. Idia didn’t even think people’s eyes did that in real life until now. “That’s pretty brave of you.”

Oh boy. This threat level was a little OP for him to handle. Still, maybe Ortho’s onto something about him always needing the last word. Even as he backs up half a step, his fingers are flying across the keypad before he can stop himself. I don’t want to be here all day!! Some of us have stuff to get back to.

Floyd freezes in place. Idia prepares himself to bolt, or at least duck and cover.

Before the second year tilts his head back in a high pitched laugh.

This is somehow scarier. “O-oh god please don’t rip my arms off-”

“You’re pretty funny when you grow a spine, Anglerfish!” Floyd throws an arm around his shoulder before he can fully flee. It’s a casual gesture, but it freezes Idia into solid ice. Floyd just smiles, turning him to face the rest of the kitchen. “Just for that, gonna walk you through what you’re missing.”

“M-missing?”

He jerks his chin towards where you stand, bent over a sink as you rinse a few cutting pans. “They’re stuck here just as long as we are.”

“....The prefect? I don’t-”

“Suuuuure you don’t.” He digs his fingers into Idia’s side, making him jump. Floyd laughs, spreading his hands as he backs off through the kitchen.

“Just sayin. Somethin to think about~”

----

You felt like your face was about to start dripping sweat. That last round had been rough, and only resulted in disappointing results. Sort of a theme for the last 4 hours or so. Still, at least you had a bit of a break. Idia, sensing the first opportunity for escape, had volunteered to go out ingredient hunting, and the ghosts, sensing Idia’s thinking, elected to accompany him. There were still one or two hovering around, getting a few things cleaned up. For the most part though, it was just you, Floyd, and the glass of water you were nursing.

“Man, does betta fish have it out for me or what?” He was saying, leaning over the counter next to you. “That last judgment was brutal.” He doesn’t seem terribly torn up about it, spooning some of the leftover consomme into his mouth.

You nod, taking another swallow of water. The last round had been particularly bad, but then, who could account for the bad luck of pulling Crewel, Vil, and Leona all in the same round. “Guess the clarification process still needs work. You sure you don’t want the chef to walk you through it one more time? They are here to teach you.” Floyd snorts, raising an eyebrow and looking up at you. “I know how to do it.”

“.....” You’re unable to keep the skepticism out of your face. Floyd just laughs.

“I know how to do it! I’ve made it like a dozen times for the Lounge. Azul said it was too technical for the regular menu but it’s not like I forgot.”

“Then why don’t you do it?”

“Cause it’s boriiing.” He says this like it should be obvious. And. Actually fair enough, it should’ve been obvious. He pokes your cheek. “Food’s to play with.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s the opposite of what food is supposed to be for.” An incredulous grin creeps up on you. It’s...kind of hard not to feel put at ease when he’s taking it so easy. That was the dilemma with Floyd, for the center of chaos he had a weird way of making stuff feel like no big deal.

“Nah, Shrimpy, that’s just their programming talking for you. I’ll show you,” He pulls the dish closer to both of you, dipping his spoon in and lifting it to your mouth. “Open up.”

You eye the cloudy broth with some suspicion. Granted, Vil’s palate could be pretty delicate, but the face he had made didn’t exactly make you eager...

“C’mon, I gotta force you open?” He’s grinning. You think it’s a joke.

Hope it’s a joke. ...You open your mouth and take in the spoon, trying to swallow quickly.

Flavorwise, it’s actually not awful. Not that you really notice when you start to absorb the texture. It’s like it’s coagulated, forming a nearly gelatinous texture that coats the inside of your mouth almost instantly. You can feel tiny pieces of something suctioning onto your tongue, making it take a few swallows to get it clear of your mouth. You can’t help making a face, but it only makes Floyd grin harder.

“Gotta use clarification to remove impurities. Which I didn’t do right.”

“Ok, so….why??” You cough, reaching for your water to wash the mouthfeel out. Floyd pinches your cheeks together, nearly making you spit it out.

“Because now you know what consomme tastes like with the impurities still swimmin around in there. Where else are you gonna get a chef to treat you to that, huh?” He tilts his head, backing off from you to lean over the counter.

You get the distinct sense that he’s probably messing with you a little. Or a lot. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t mean it. And if you ever want to get out of here…

“So…it’s about the experience with you?”

His eyes brighten, letting you know you’ve gotten it. “Exactly. You can go pretty much anywhere and find food that’s done right, or close to it. And any idiot can figure out how to follow a recipe. So if I’m doing it, why shouldn’t I change it up? Figure out what’s different if I mess things around a little. Even if it’s gross, it’s still different.”

You don’t know whether or not that made sense for you. He certainly said it like it was something that made sense to him. “But….you’re not just cooking for you.”

Floyd huffs, his lower lip poking out as he rolls his head back to look up at you. “I’m cooking, aren’t I? If they want somethin’ I don’t feel like making it’s only fair they do it themselves. Why should I have to change to do something I don’t wanna do just to make some rando happy?”

You felt like there were probably any number of retorts to that! You work in a restaurant, do you just never plan on letting anyone else eat your food, you are holding us all hostage for your own creative disputes- But none of them are likely to work on Floyd. He’s stubborn when he sets his mind to something, trying to talk him out of his current position is likely to just make it worse.

Talking him into something else…

“Well, what if you weren’t just cooking for a rando then?” You set the cup aside finally and begin gathering together the dishes still on the stovetop. “What if you pretended you were making it for someone who’s opinion mattered to you.”

“Huh?”

“Like Jade or something?” You shrug, glancing back at him briefly. “It might make you feel a little more motivated.” And maybe get us all out of here before we’re old and grey. Floyd seems to be considering this, which is a positive, and you move to deposit the dishes in the sink.

“....I figured it out.”

“Uh….figured what-”

It’s like he becomes a teal streak for a minute, one minute he’s draped over the counter and the next you find yourself being hoisted into the air, Floyd snaking his arms unders yours like a toddler hauling around some poor cat. You splutter, instinctually squirming before you realize it’s probably only going to tangle you up worse.

“You’re not some rando, so I’m not gonna mind making it for you!” He giggles at your efforts, swinging you from side to side for a second before setting you on the countertop. You straighten your rumpled clothes out as best you can, giving him a look that only makes him snicker more. Still, the content of what he’s said doesn’t pass you by.

Cooking for you is what’s motivating him?

“Wait, so that means-”

“You gotta taste test everything I make, alright?” He grins, leaning over you as he braces his hands on either side of your hips. “And compliment it plenty. That’ll keep me motivated enough to do it right. It’s a deal, right Shrimpy?”

He’s close enough to leave you a little flustered. Behind you, you hear the doors open. Idia and the others are back from their excursion, and the thought of them catching you two this close isn’t helping the heat on your face.

“I- Sure, why not, but-”

“Perfect.” He pulls back just as abruptly, rolling up his sleeves as he strides off towards Idia. “Hey Squid, let’s get the lead out already, huh?”

—

Well, you had to give him this. He was an eel of his word. Once properly motivated Floyd was like a small whirlwind, flying in every direction at once. The only pauses were to eventually slide over towards you, holding some morsel he always insisted on hand feeding you and waiting for your review before sending it out to the judges. It was more than a little embarrassing. He’d all but insisted you not move too far from where he’d set you on the countertop, and the ghosts kept giving you weird looks. Still, hard to argue with results. They were flying through dishes now, quickly clearing off the docket with high marks.

You’d never seen him this intent on something before. Not to mention the food was excellent. No wonder Jade was so impatient to get him back in form.

He pulls a pan out of the oven, carefully carving off pieces and plating them with a practiced grace you’d barely known he was capable of. He lifts a forkful off from one of the plates and blows on it carefully, lifting it towards your mouth. “What’d’ya think, that crust turn out ok?”

You have to open your mouth wide to catch it all, hand cupping under your chin to avoid dropping any bits on the floor. It’s burning hot, for a second you can’t taste anything but heat, but eventually the actual flavor profiles start to settle in. You give him two thumbs up until you finish chewing, swallowing hard. “Lot flakier than the last one.”

“Aahhhh, how great am I, Shrimpy?” You snort, patting his arm as you wipe at your mouth. Floyd gathers the plates, balancing them on his arms while his looks around the room. “Hey Anglerfish! You’re supposed to help me present these, yanno!”

“Just…its’ not like they don’t know I’m in here!” Idia’s voice bounces off of the oven he’s currently got most of his torso wedged into. He’s been in there for the better part of an hour, ‘checking something’. The occasional metal clatter was all you heard from him. “Give me a bit….”

Floyd rolls his eyes dramatically at you, blowing some hair out of his face as he finishes up. “So what do I get if I nail this one?”

“Get?” He’s still not getting it out of his eyes. You decide to take pity and reach over to nudge it to the side. “Uh, then we’ll only have one dish left, and we all get to go home and call it a night sooner, how’s that?”

“Laaaame.” He nips at your hand in passing, making you jerk your fingers back. “I’ve been running this mostly by myself, don’t you think I deserve some kind of reward?”

“What would you even want?”

“Mmmm….” He puts on so much of a show of thinking about it that you can’t help but suspect he may have had something in mind from the start. “Oh! I know. You should cook something for me. That’s fair, right?”

“I…guess?” You blink, slightly taken aback. As far as Floyd favors go this was surprisingly easy to accomplish. Enough so that you’re wondering if there’s another shoe about to drop on your head. “I’m free next Saturday, if you wanna come by Ramshackle.”

“It's a date then.” And without another word, he breezes past you on his way out the door. You feel all the blood in your body rush to your face at once. Date? Date?! You whip your head around to call after him, stumbling over word and thought

“That’s only if you nail them both!” But he’s already halfway out the door. You hear the distant sound of his laugh as the doors continue to swing in his wake.

You sigh, burying your face in your hands as you try to compose yourself. You wish it wasn’t so easy sometimes for him to mess with you…Was he even serious? You don’t know if you’d have a problem if he was, but…

Another loud bang and some cursing bring you back to your surroundings. You decide to let curiosity win out, and walk over to stand by Idia’s splayed out legs. “Everything ok in there?”

His body jerks and there’s another bang, followed by a sharp yelp of pain. Idia emerges, smeared with soot and cupping his forehead. Your eyes widen and you drop down to your knees,trying to get a look at the damage. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry-”

“D-don’t sneak up on someone like that!!” Idia’s eyes look slightly wild, though it may be an effect of that much blue fire and ash floating.

“Do you need ice?” You’re halfway into a standing position before he seems to finally absorb who he’s looking at.

“U-uh!” His hands whip away from his forehead suddenly. “Its….I’m fine. Just…startled me.”

You look very pointedly at the pink spot on his forehead. The tips of his hair flicker a bit and his hand creeps up to cover it before he realizes its not going to make you forget its there. “....I’m fine. R-really.”

That didn’t sound truthful, but the larger part of you really didn’t want to embarrass the guy anymore than you were both already embarrassed. You glance back at the oven. He’s gutted the thing almost completely. A small pile of grimy parts are piled by where he was just laying, and he’s fidgeting with some kind of tool you don’t recognize. When you look back at him you find he’s still staring. Not for long, though, his eyes dart away the second you make eye contact with him.

Idia’s not really one for conversation, you knew that about him. Even by his standards, though, he’d been unusually withdrawn today. He was clearly pretty out of his depth with most of the dishes. Floyd had picked up the slack after your conversation with him, but in spite of the fact that he hadn’t wanted to do this in the first place, you could tell it kinda bothered him to be dropped unceremoniously in the backseat. Maybe that was the reason he acted like you were coming at him with a hot poker every time you got near him today.

“Whatcha doing here?” You say, gesturing to the oven. Maybe playing to his strengths was at least a way to get him to level out a little. He looks confused for a minute before he realizes what you’re referring to, like the bump had knocked it out of his mind. Still looking a little pink, he gets to his feet, sending soot flying all over.

“Uh….well, it’s…I mean…” He looks down at his hands, grimacing when he sees the black smears all over his fingers. You find a wet rag in a nearby sink and hand it to him. Flushing more, he wipes them off and picks up his tablet again.

The last dish takes a couple hours in the oven. Even if he gets it right in one go, we’re still going to be stuck here for a few hours. So I thought that maybe I’d try to speed that process up? It’s probably a waste of time lol

“Speed it up how?” You lean down to look inside, for all that accomplishes. Not like you really knew what the inside of a magical oven was supposed to look like.

These ovens are conventional, not convection. Heat emanates from a single source in the base. He crouches down to gesture to it only to realize he can’t do that and type at the same time. After a moment’s hesitation, he sets the tablet aside before reaching in to tap some tubing. “Uh…heat rises, so as the oven gets warmer all of the hot air starts to pool at the top of the dish. It takes a lot longer for the dish to cook all the way through, and it can make it uneven. L-like, the top could be COMPLETELY toast while the middle is still raw and cold.” He keeps glancing over at you occasionally to see if you’re still following.

“So, you’re making it convection?” You shuffle closer to see where he’s pointing. Idia seems a little pleased. At the very least he doesn’t pull back, continuing his explanation with much more confidence.

“Kinda.” He presses his palm to the back of the oven. “Normally a convection oven would have a fan in the back to keep the air circulating, but obviously I can’t just install one of those. So….I’m improvising.” He reaches past you to pick up some kind of iron contraption, two hollow iron tubes hastily bolted into two rotating plates. “Managed to find some lazy susan turntables, then just attach them to some of the magically run blowtorches.” He fishes for a second for his want, tapping the base. Twin blue flames suddenly spurt out of both of the tubes, making you jump back. Idia stifles a snicker, though he does move it away with a mumbled apology. “The force of the jets should keep it spinning. All I have to do is wire both of them into the magical heating elements and disable the base, and we should be golden.”

“Both?”

He shrugs, picking up a near identical device.

“Is that….safe?”

He huffs, almost indignant as he cuts the magic feed to the first torch. “Do I look like I want to blow us all up.”

You grin faintly. “I dunno…”

The scowl deepens, but even you can tell its mostly for show. He sets the devices down, rearranging himself so he can crawl back into the oven. “It shouldn’t take too much longer.”

“Do you want help?” You shuffle around a bit so you can sit down properly by the oven mouth.

“....Uh…..I mean….” His hands still. “Y-you don’t have to.”

“I mean, its gonna get us out of here faster, right?”

“Prob-...may-....I mean, I’m gonna try, obviously, but its probably gonna be really boring to help on, and-and-’

“So let’s get started.”

“....Fine. Hand me that screwdriver.”

To be entirely honest, you weren’t exactly certain how much what you were doing qualified as helping. Most of your contributions amounted to handing him tools or moving stuff out of the way. Idia would explain what he was doing, but a lot of it was either a little beyond you, or his explanation was far too looping for you to make sense of it. Mostly you kept him company while he messed around with the wiring, a tool clenched between his teeth except to occasionally answer your questions. Floyd eventually came back from judgment, shooting the both of you a questioning look, but went to start work on the next dish without much resistance.

And yeah, ok, it was a little boring at times. But as he got more and more focused on his work it was like he forgot to be jumpy. You’d already known Idia could be a very different person when he felt comfortable in his environment, but you think this might’ve been the first time you’d seen him this at ease. Enough that the conversation could drift to other topics, giving you more of a chance to at least contribute to the conversation.

“...so the point is, Grim is officially banned from Pomefiore until further notice.” You say, taking back the wrench he hands you.

Idia snorts, pulling his head free of the oven door. “Good luck backing Vil down from that.”

“I just didn’t realize lotions could be that expensive.”

“He custom orders them from a place.Though, the company does brand deals with him so I doubt he’s paying a dime. Uh…watch yourself.” He nudges you lightly on the shoulder, indicating you should back up. He uses his wand like a welding torch, sparks flying in every direction as he carefully binds it down to the oven. You hope the kitchen ghosts weren’t super attached to the way this thing was before. You wait for him to finish before you continue talking.

“Then why is he making me-?!....Wait, how do you know that?”

“Uh…..” He flushes, getting to his feet. “I think we should test this.”

“It done?” Floyd calls from down the counter. “Just finished this up.”

“W-well I don’t know if I’d say it’s done, I was gonna test it out with something-”

“Eh, no risk, no reward.” Floyd grabs one of the discarded shelves and slides it in at the proper height, placing the dish on top of it and closing the oven.

Idia scowls, though his gaze softens somewhat when he sees your amused expression. “Fine. Not like I’m the one who has to remake it if it messes up.”

“That’s what you think~” He plugs the correct temperature. You all watch as four blue lights go off at once, slowly picking up speed as they begin to spin. You hear Idia let out a sigh of relief next to you, and nudge him gently.

“Nice work.”

He doesn’t seem up to a response, but the pink color on his cheeks and the smile he can’t hold back says enough. “Uh…it should go about four times as fast, if I did this right.”

“Thirty minutes then? Nice.” Floyd manages to get an arm around Idia’s neck before either of you can blink, pulling into a noogie. “Knew you’d be good for something, Anglerfish.”

“Hey-!!!”

“Well, while modifying the equipment wasn’t a part of the challenge, I do have to applaud your creativity.” The head chef’s voice cuts off your attempt to call Floyd off. He drifts over to inspect Idia’s work, nodding appreciatively, though the next sentence is a little sharp. “I trust you’ll be able to restore it to its original state?”

“I…..y-yeah.” Idia says, trying and failing to wrestle himself free of Floyd’s grip before he just lets his arms fall loose. “I’ll fix it…”

“Excellent.” The head chef tilts his head curiously, gesturing for Floyd to finally let him go. Idia rubs at his neck, snatching up his tablet again as he continues to shoot dirty looks at a still grinning Floyd. “How did you manage to balance the torches you installed with the existing heating elements?”

It was easier to just disable it. Idia shrugs, still looking pretty pleased with himself. Wiring was simple enough to figure out.

“.....You disabled it?”

Yeah. The torches create enough heat in a confined space anyways. It’s probably a little less exact than the actual base component uh why are you looking at me like that

The head chef had turned a pale shade of grey you’d only seen a handful of times in your roommates, a color that indicates agitation. “These ovens are in near constant use during a school day. If one of the ovens goes down we don’t have time to wait for a repairman. The fire fairies who control the school fires are instructed to operate as a backup. Meaning that if they receive a signal that one of the heating elements has gone down…”

You see a dim orange light in the oven behind him, getting brighter by the second.

The last thing you’re aware of is something colliding into your side.

—-

Well, this is definitely a startling turn of events for the finale! How are you both feeling?

“Ahaha, oh man!” [Mr. Leech drops his wand, lowering the protection spell that he’d managed to place around himself and his fellow contestants. The Octavinelle second year looks none too displeased by this conclusion]. “Haven’t had a reflex test like that in a minute. What a rush!”

“E-exit interview now?! Is this really the time for any of us to-....[VULGARITY REDACTED] don’t be dead, wake up!!! Wake up!!!” [Mr Shroud begins shaking the Ramshackle Prefect, who he seems to have tackled in order to shield them from the blast.]

—-

The world swims back into view in a blur of sound and images. The smell of smoke fills your nostrils and you’re vaguely aware of someone shouting. The ache on your head draws more immediate attention. Slowly, though, the hazy blob of blue and white resolve themselves into Idia’s face, hovering over you and looking like he’s about to throw up.

“What…”

“Oh thank god.” He groans, head dropping as he finally stops shaking you.

“Ehhhh, Shrimpy’s alive.” Floyd leans over him to check on you, earring dangling until it nearly brushes your face. “Almost had me worried for a sec there.”

“You’re not hurt are you?? Is it bleeding? Did something stick you? What year is it?”

The questions just made you feel dizzy. You look around, trying to make sense of what you were seeing. You were standing in what initially looked like a bombed out ruin. The other ghosts were gathered around what you guessed was probably the remains of the oven, dousing it with water and wind spells. Some tiny orange flickers kept darting around them, chattering in a high pitched bell tone you couldn’t understand. You turn back towards your own group. A ghost hovers over all three of you, the one you recognize from the interview at the start. “...Was anyone hurt?”

He sighs, turning off his tape recorder. “Aside from you three, the only other occupants of the room at the time were ghosts. Thanks to Mr. Leech’s quick thinking and Mr. Shroud tackling you out of the way, you were all shielded, though likely a little rattled by how far you were thrown.”

You look back up at Idia, both of you seeming to notice at the exact same time that he’s still half on top of you. The hair on his head turns fuschia and he pulls off you immediately. You catch his hand before he does though.

“....Thanks” You say, trying to ignore the heat in your own face. It worsens the color tremendously, and for a moment it looks like he can’t decide what expression to make. He settles for nodding, before pulling his hands back to bury his face in them.

Floyd waves a bit to catch your attention, holding up his index and ring finger. “How many fingers am I holding up.”

“Two.”

“How about now?”

“Mr. Leech!”

You laugh, though it aches a little, and reach over to push his middle finger down. “None now.”

“Perfect, still got all the important bits.” He reaches over to pat Idia’s leg. “No harm done, Anglerfish. Shame about the dish though.” He sighs, glancing over at the ghosts. “Maaan that’s a bummer. After all that work I kinda wanted the victory speech.”

“Don’t speak too soon, Mr. Leech!” The head chef calls, lifting his head from the cluster of ghosts still gathered around the oven. “We may have something salvageable!”

“What?!” All of you lift your heads in unison towards him.

“The blast seems to have knocked it skyward rather than consumed it. As we can’t call the judges back in here, we’ll have to test it ourselves. However…” A handful of the kitchen staffs gather around the blackened-serving dish, sticking a fork in the pan and lifting it to their mouths. All of you watch with bated breath, even Floyd is silent as you stare across the smoking husk of the kitchen.

One by one, they chew. Swallow. Consider. Then, one at a time, all three of them send a burst of magical light into the area that shapes into a glittering number.

10.

You don’t know who laughs first. And maybe its the stress of the day, or the chaos of five minutes ago. Maybe it really is just genuinely that funny. Once one of you starts to giggle though, it catches on with the other two like its contagious, all three of you helpless to it. Even Idia, who curls in further on himself to try and muffle a high-pitched, wheezing laughter you’d never heard before.

You’d won.

A loud cry of distress manages to startle all of you out of it. Across the ruins, Crowley drops to his knees in the grass. It’s hard to make out what he’s saying at that distance, or if he’s even speaking at all. Regardless, it’s pretty clear that he’s sobbing. The interview ghost perks up remarkably once he spots him. “Must go get a comment from him….Congratulations to you two on passing.” He nods to you as he drifts towards the weeping Headmage.

“I’m…in s-so much trouble.” Idia says, still fighting hard to get a handle on the nervous giggling.

“Sure are.” Floyd sighs contently, flopping back on the ashy ground. “But maaaan was that fun. After this, you gotta come do it to the ovens in the Lounge, alright?”

“I think Azul might have a problem with that.” You let your weight rest back on your hands as you stretch out. The new lump on the back of your head still hurt, but it had at least stopped throbbing in pain.

“Pfffft, whatever….oh, hey!” Floyd sat up, like he just remembered. “We passed. That means you still owe me dinner!”

You blinked, only to burst out laughing when you realized what he was talking about. “I guess I do.”

“You have to cook for Firefly Squid too, alright? Only fair.” He yanked on Idia’s hoodie, making him yelp.

“When did I become a part of this…” He mutters, brushing himself off.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You say quickly. “But….I wouldn’t mind you coming along.”

He stares at you for a second, like he’s trying to figure out if you’re messing with him. You wonder if he was aware that Floyd had called it a date. You wondered if he’d mind.

You wondered if you’d mind.

“.....Fine.” He sighs, but just as he turns his head you can see the barest trace of a smile. “As long as I don’t have to mess with any ovens.”

“Promise. Though, I don’t think I can guarantee a lack of explosions.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #culinary crucible #idia shroud #floyd leech #idia x reader #floyd x reader #fic #long post #commission fic

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rayssion · 5 months

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Back in the day, in like 2018 or something, when I was still an active otaku, I read this bakudeku fanfic on Wattpad I don't remember much of it except that Izuku had a twin brother whom he got separated from when they where young and everyone thought he was dead along with their father (they went went on a cruise or something and the ship sank? I'm not sure) so I don't exactly remember cuz it's been like what? Five years?

But Izuku was going to die/already dying so he wrote to his twin brother and met with him, told him to take his place in whatever the heck he was doing, and told him to keep the secret, no one should know about Izuku's death, not even their mother.

So it happens, the twin whom I still don't remember his name takes Izuku's place, go to school and whatever. Nothing's changed but Katsuki is suspicious of him, then they got attacked when they were hanging in a restaurant? And Izuku and Katsuki got abducted?

So anyways they fought some villains, they had the talk, Katsuki knows that he's not Izuku and now knows that Izuku's dead and this's the twin brother whom he didn't see since they were five ig. Funny thing that their personalities are so much alike, both like competition and both aspire to be the best in a feisty way.

So, they team up against the villains, they win, they realise that they got tossed across the world literally and they're in Brazil? I'm not sure. So anyway, the twin had connections because he roamed the world before so he knows exactly where to go, a bar of some sort, they meet a woman and he asks for a favour and she guarantees help if they take care of her cousin/nephew/son for a day, and he's like a man with a quirk to be in a baby body, also he's a pervert and forced them both to wear women's clothes (I mean I like it)

Anyways explosion happenes, they're chased and a lot of dhit goes down.

There's another scene where they meet a gang of some sort and we know that the twin lived with them for some time, and he actually left a girl hanging there lol. Just basically, the twin is whole ass motherfucker with super mysterious life and Katsuki just got dragged with him in this and yeah,

I don't remember anything aside from this, but it was a hella good fic and I'd give anything to read it again.

I just can't find it anywhere 😭.

#izuku midoriya #bakugou katsuki #katsudeku #bakudeku #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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grailfinders · 1 year

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Grailfinders #25: Edward Teach

today on Grailfinders, we’re building Blackbeard, a.k.a. Edward Teach! maybe he can… teach us a few things about throwing our weight around, eh?

no don’t go I swear that was the one teach pun I’m making today.

teach is a Fighter to become so flexible he’s practically a different character in each event he’s in, but he’s also a Pirate because… duh, a Rogue to pick up some nasty-er tricks, and an Alchemist to mix in some of his own explosives instead of relying on Drake this build.

check out his breakdown below the cut, or his character sheet over here!

next up: Boudicca Boudicca, 619!

Ancestry & Background

eddy is of course Human, giving him a boost in any two abilities, like Constitution and Charisma. that being said, teach’s early years are shrouded in mystery, so there’s nothing saying he’s not a Half-Orc, right? yeah, I’m sure it’s fine. that gives you low-light vision to help see below deck, and you can pick some more ancestry feats, like Orc Ferocity. with this, you can use your reaction once a day to stay at one HP when you’d get knocked out, though you still get wounded. boom, that’s your guts right off the bat.

at level five, you become a Wavetouched Paragon, letting you swim freely, always a great option to have for mutinies.

at level nine, you become a Hardy Traveler, increasing your bulk limits and increasing your travel speed. teach is weirdly ripped for an otaku.

at level 13 your Incredible Ferocity increases your orc ferocity to once an hour instead of once a day. eddy is kind of frustrating, in that his guts stacks don’t disappear over time, making him just a bit more annoying to deal with.

if you’re good at timing you can even use one guts and then immediately put another back on, creating the legendary double guts. in pathfinder, you can do this thanks to your level 17 ability Rampaging Ferocity. now when you use your orc ferocity you can attack a nearby creature. if you knock them out, you get another use of orc ferocity for free. it’s a little annoying to pull off, but that’s true in FGO too.

as for blackbeard’s blackground, he is, of course, a Sailor. with this background, you get a boost in Strength and Constitution, and are trained in Athletics for your sea legs as well as Sailing Lore, and you are an Underwater Marauder. that means you aren’t flat-footed in water, and your melee weapons aren’t hindered either!

Class Levels

1. as previously mentioned, teach is a Fighter, and while you’re not really a skill monkey, you still get plenty to start off. you’re trained in will saves, your class dc, advanced weapons, all armors, acrobatics, intimidation, and deception immediately, as well as thievery, medicine, nature, and survival as your intelligence improves. you’re also an expert in perception, fortitude and reflex saves, and unarmed attacks, as well as simple and martial weapons.

okay, now the fun part! your key ability is strength, and you get another ability boost in strength, dexterity, constitution, and charisma. you can make attacks of opportunity when an opponent moves, makes a ranged attack, or tries to manipulate something.

speaking of ranged attacks, you can make a point-blank shot as your first action in a turn. this either removes the volley trait from your weapon, or gives you a damage boost when hitting nearby enemies. as a side note, we’re not really bothering with pistols this build. you certainly can, but crossbows are less of a pain in terms of needed training, plus they work much better in water.

one last thing, you can use shield block as a reaction, if you ever use a shield. I guess stealing one might be in character this time?

2. at level two, a fighter can make a Rebounding Toss. with this, you can spend two actions to throw something at somebody, which then bounces and hits someone else if the first hits. it counts as two attacks, but it won’t mess with your attack penalty until after the maneuver. if I’ve learned anything from Donkey Kong, those barrels you toss around can definitely hit two people in one go.

you also pick up Group Coercion, helping you intimidate your entire crew in one go so they’ll do what you say. sure, right now it only works on two people, but you can only have two other people in a party anyway, so it’s fine, probably. it’ll help you scare entire ships later though.

speaking of ships, you’re a Pirate now! That gives you expertise in Sailing Lore, or “sailore”, as I like to call it, and you can ignore difficult terrain caused by a ship’s movement. You can also make a Boarding Assault by spending two actions to either stride twice or swing on a rope up to the same amount of distance. If this movement causes you to enter or leave a boat, you can also make an attack that deals extra damage!

3. At level three your Bravery gives you expertise against Will saves, and your successes are always critical. What’s more, your frightened conditions always start at one less than normal.

You have appeared in several events now where you just happened to know exactly what the theme would be, so I assume you are a Prescient Planner. With this, you can spend a minute to rummage in your backpack and retroactively purchase a piece of adventuring gear. Sadly it cannot be a treasure, so you’ll have to carry your figures around the hard way.

You also gain expertise in Intimidation this level. With this, you can coerce up to four people at a time by showing them your doujin collection. That isn’t quite “intimidating”, but it certainly is demoralizing.

4. Don’t worry, this build won’t be entirely about throwing boxes at people. You can now take a Parting Shot if you have a loaded crossbow on hand, allowing you to step and shoot your target at the same time, making them flat-footed against your attack.

You are also a Rope Runner, so we can speed through your piracy and pick up more archetypes. It also gives you a climbing speed to use on ships’ riggings, and it’s easier to climb and balance on ropes in general. You’re also not flat-footed against attacks while climbing or balancing on ropes, which is very useful while fighting pirates.

Finally, you can turn your crewmates into Broadside Buckos. Now you can name five crewmates each day- if an enemy is next to you and two other buckos, they are flat-footed against your attacks. Pirates are often starting enemies in most RPGs, so ganging up on your foes is simply good business.

5. Use this Ability Boost to improve your Dexterity, Constitution, Intelligence and Charisma. Yes, we do need intelligence for this build. Blackbeard seems to figure out singularities faster than Ritsuka does at times.

He also has Fighter Weapon Mastery, improving your skill with a class of weaponry by one step- expert to master for unarmed, simple, and martial weapons, and trained to expert with advanced weapons. We haven’t included this increase in the character sheet, as depending on your game setting, you may find picking bows, bombs, or firearms to be more useful. You also gain the critical specialization effect of that weapon group. Bombs have a larger radius of damage, bows can immobilize creatures by pinning them to the ground, and firearms can stun enemies that fail a fortitude saving throw.

You are also an expert at Thievery now. While I’m sure you’ve put together a fine crew, sometimes you simply need to do the pirating yourself.

6. At level six you can enter a Ricochet Stance as an action. Now, any thrown weapons you throw at an enemy can bounce back to your hand if you’re close enough to the target. Blackbeard’s animations are clearly more reminiscent of someone just throwing whatever they can find, but it’s a lot easier to find things that come back to you.

You can also make Cutting Flattery, allowing you to coerce creatures without reducing their attitude towards you. When you think about it, being complimented by Blackbeard is something of an insult in itself, isn’t it?

Finally, you gain the Rogue Dedication, granting you Dubious Knowledge- whenever you would fail to recall knowledge, you instead learn two facts- one true, one false. You also become trained in two skills, such as Stealth and Performance, and you can make a Surprise Attack at the start of combat. If you rolled deception or stealth for initiative, creatures acting after you are flat-footed. It’s not quite a sneak attack yet, but it is quite helpful.

7. At level seven, you become a Battlefield Surveyor, making you a master of perception and giving you an additional bonus to initiative when using perception. As an average human on the battlefield of gods, it is never a bad idea to be ready to make a run for it.

Alternatively, you can use your Intimidating Prowess to try and prevent a fight from happening at all. When you demoralize or coerce creatures using your brawn, you get a +1 bonus to the check, and ignore any penalty from not sharing a language. Speaking of intimidation, we’re also increasing your proficiency in that this level.

If a fight does break out, you at least have your Weapon Specialization to comfort you, helping you deal extra damage with weapons the more proficient you are with them.

8. If you’d rather use a real weapon than a random barrel, you may want to check out the Mobile Shot Stance. While in this stance, your ranged attacks don’t trigger attacks, and you can even use your own attacks of opportunity with ranged weapons.

You’re also enough of a pirate to make a Battle Cry when you begin battle, demoralizing one foe on the battle field for free.

Finally, you gain access to a rogue feature, Strong Arm, increasing the range of your thrown weapons by ten feet. It is likely your DM won’t be particularly generous with your range when it comes to throwing large objects around, so this will force the issue in your favor.

9. At level nine, your Combat Flexibility allows you to swap between an 8th level and lower fighter class feat at the start of each adventuring day. I would suggest a feat like Disorienting Opening, or Shatter Defenses, something that capitalizes on your ability to weaken enemies through intimidation and surprise. Of course, you are free to choose as you go, so there’s nothing wrong with just picking the most advantageous option for any day.

You also become a Juggernaut, making you a master against Fortitude saving throws, while also increasing your critical success chance. Similarly, you are a master in Thievery as well.

10. At level 10, your new Ability Boosts improve your Strength, Dexterity, Intelligence, and Charisma.

Thanks to your additional power, as well as your… eclectic taste in pastimes, you are a Fearsome Brute, giving you a bonus to damage against frightened creatures equal to triple their frightened score. Improvised weapons come with an accuracy penalty, so making sure they all hit as hard as possible is always a good idea.

You also have Steady Balance, giving you even greater sea-legs. Now you always succeed critically when balancing, and you’re not flat-footed while balancing on any terrain. You can even use acrobatics instead of your reflex saving throw to grab ledges.

And great news, you are finally a Sneak Attacker, letting you make 1d6 damage sneak attacks which don’t go up as you level. That last part is rather disappointing, but any damage is good damage right now.

11. At level 11, your Armor Expertise will help you not die even when you’re only dressed in a pirate coat. You’ve Fighter Expertise as well.

You’re also charismatic enough to become a Hireling Manager, so you can fill up your pirate crew with some seaworthy scallywags.

Speaking of sailing, we’ll also take this opportunity to increase your Sailing Lore some more. No matter how maligned you are by the fanbase, no one can deny you’re a pirate.

12. At level 12 your Incredible Ricochet doesn’t help you hit multiple targets, but it does make followup attacks easier, allowing you to ignore concealment and cover. Again, improvised weapons are inaccurate, so you should try and make this as easy on yourself as possible.

You’re also Too Angry to Die. While this isn’t a guts-type effect on its own, it does make you a lot scarier- you can demoralize an enemy as a reaction when you come up from 0 HP.

One last thing- we’re finally getting you some bombs by making you an Alchemist! With this Archetype, you’re now trained in Crafting and Alchemical Bombs, as well as the Alchemist Class DC. You also gain Alchemical Crafting and four free 1st level formulas. Again, you are free to pick your own bombs, but to stay in character I would suggest picking bombs that do sonic or fire damage.

13. Now that we have Crafting, we have to get it up to speed quickly. At least while we’re working on it you become a Weapon Legend, increasing your proficiency with all weapon types. You’re now an expert in most advanced weapons, a master in simple and martial weapons (as well as advanced weapons in your chosen group), and a legend with simple and martial weapons in your group

14. At level 14 you become a Stance Savant, allowing you to enter a stance immediately upon rolling initiative. The whole point of being a rider is to be fast, after all.

You also become Slippery Prey, having gotten a little too used to being tied up and keelhauled by other servants.

Finally, you become a Quick Bomber, allowing you to draw and throw bombs in a single action to further blend your fighting styles together. but maybe don’t ricochet that one back to you. pro tip.

15. At level 15 you get yet another Ability Boost in Dexterity, Constitution, Intelligence, and Charisma. tbh I’m not wild with how many boosts you get in one shot it makes it hard to talk about why we’re getting them all.

at least talking about Evasion is easier. you’re a master with Reflex saves, and they’re critical successes more often. obviously you’re good with saves against fireballs, casters already do half damage to you.

you can also force people to beat a Terrified Retreat. if you crit succeed against someone you’re demoralizing and they’re weaker than you, they have to flee for 1 round.

you also get Greater Weapon Specialization and Improved Flexibility, as a boost in Acrobatics. nothing new, but doing existing things better is never bad. the former makes you deal even more damage with weapons you’re good with, and the latter gives you a second feat each day, this one up to level 14.

16. at level 16 your Resounding Bravery makes you even hardier- when you critically succeed on a will save, you get a +1 bonus to saves and some extra temporary HP for 1 minute. you also finally get a thievery-based skill feat with Concealing Legerdemain, letting you use it to conceal small objects on your person when someone’s searching you.

finally, you can use Quick Alchemy as an action, turning some reagents into a short-lived alchemical item that lasts for one round. given how long bombs normally last, that time limit isn’t a big deal.

17. at level 17 your Armor Mastery does exactly what you’d think it would, and you’re also a legend in Intimidation now. With this, you can now intimidate up to 25 creatures at once with group coercion!

18. once you hit level 18, you can make Savage Criticals twice as often as you now crit on 19s with weapons you’re legendary with.

you can also Scare to Death weaker creatures, frightening them more effectively than regular intimidation, and possibly killing them outright if several dice land in your favor. It almost certainly won’t do much against the lion king, but it’ll keep your crew in line.

finally, you can make an enemy Walk the Plank by demoralizing them. if you succeed, not only do you intimidate them but you can make them move in whatever way you want. you can’t directly force them into harm… unless you critically succeed on the check. this takes two actions to do, and then they’re immune for 24 hours.

19. you can now pick up a Prescient Consumable when you retroactively buy stuff. just be careful what you consume, you don’t need Altera after you. again.

now you are a master in Thievery, and you become a Versatile Legend, increasing your skill with all weapons once more as well as your Class DC. now you can get big crits even with your random thrown objects!

20. with your final level, bump up your Strength, Constitution, Wisdom, and Charisma. with this level, you gain the Ultimate Flexibility, giving you a third feat, which can be up to 18th level. you can also use your lower level feats to meet prerequisites for higher level ones, and you can retrain your feats over the course of an hour instead of each day.

you can also Quick Unlock, picking open a treasure chest in one action instead of two.finally,

you can make a Dazzling Display by putting firecrackers in your beard, making intimidation checks against everyone within 30’ of you- if you dropped an enemy the turn before, you get a bonus to the checks too.

Pros & Cons

Pros

you don’t die that often, being able to avoid death through your guts on an annoyingly short cooldown, with the additional ability to avoid being wounded so dying happens even less than you’d think with all your near-death circumstances.

you’re also great at breaking through enemy defenses, using bombs to deal damage without direct hits, ricocheting shots to avoid cover, and of course making enemies flat-footed to weaken their AC and deal extra damage to them. you’re a little greedy when it comes to most of these debuffs, but it’s still good!

you focus on using random stuff around you, so it’s hard to disarm you. pathfinder focuses on using your terrain a lot more, so use that to your advantage!

Cons

improvised weapons come with a weakness that regular weapons don’t. and all your stuff works with regular weapons anyway, so… why throw barrels? there’s literally no reason to do it since literally every other weapon you could use will do it better.

your Wisdom isn’t good, so if you’re in a fair fight you’re probably going last, which isn’t fun. wisdom’s also what you need to see enemies at all, so… good luck against the hentai defense squad.

we didn’t get your ship, which is kind of the whole point of your you. teach is a rider after all, but for some reason a bunch of wood is harder to make than another living creature. sorry about that, but… you’re a pirate. steal one.

#fgo #fate grand order #pathfinder #pf2e #Edward Teach #Blackbeard

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