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beansandsprouts · 10 months

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Chapter 3

Dean Winchester x fem reader

Chapter 1

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Summary: Wanting to see you in action again, Dean tags along on a hunt

Warnings: violence, blood, cursing

A few days had passed since you'd started staying at the bunker. It was an interesting experience, living with people after being on your own for so long. Despite the largeness of the bunker it seemed like someone was always nearby.

You'd made a grocery run with Cas, offering to tag along with the angel. He intrigued you. You'd seen plenty of strange creatures during your time as a hunter, but never an angel. He was gruff, quiet, and very straightforward.

Though he looked relatively harmless, his rumpled clothes and messy hair made him seem like a little kid, you could sense that he was a dangerous person. You wondered if you could beat him in a fight if it came down to it. Probably not.

He was kind to you, a bit awkward, but he'd tried to make you feel welcome. He let you pick out a cereal for yourself, insisting that since you were a part of the crew then you should have your own food. It'd made you smile. You supposed it was Mary's influence that had made him feel more open to accepting you. He'd probably be more reserved if she hadn't talked you up so much since you'd met her and Bobby.

Speaking of Bobby, he'd returned the day after you and Mary and the boys did. He was delighted that you'd be staying with them, clapping you on the shoulder and grinning at you. You must've made a good impression with him as well. You had mostly kept in touch with Mary, but he'd check in on you every now and again. And you'd called him a few times with lore questions and to ask for advice.

You were all sitting in the main room, you were reading a very interesting book on hellhounds, a creature you'd never seen before, when Sam spoke up.

"Looks like we've got a case, Kent, Ohio. A girl was found in an alley by a bar, throat ripped out. Third one this week."

"I'll take it!" You piped up.

"Mind if I tag along?" Dean asked.

"Uh not at all." You said, giving him a smile.

You didn't typically want or need a partner on a straightforward case like this, but it felt kind of weird to say no. Besides, it wouldn't hurt to get to know your housemate right?

Within a few hours you were packed up and loaded into Baby and on the road. Dean had put on some music, which you recognized as Metallica.

"Alright, Metallica, you've got good taste."

"Finally, someone who appreciates my great taste in music." Dean grinned.

"Don't tell me Sam doesn't like the classics."

"Despises them. He prefers to listen to podcasts on the 95 theses or whatever."

"Your brother has no taste." You chuckled.

"You're tellin me."

The drive to Kent was pleasant. Dean's music and the scenery kept you entertained. He wasn't much for small talk, which you appreciated. A quiet drive was one of your favorite things, a peaceful moment in this chaotic mess of a job.

You arrived at a motel near the center of town when Dean parked and turned to you.

"Do you want your own room? Me and Sammy usually share, two beds, but seeing as you're a lady and you don't know me very well..."

"Nah its fine. Get one room. I'm not worried about you trying anything, Mary would have your ass." You winked.

Dean grinned, "That she would. Sit tight, I'll be out in a minute."

After a few minutes Dean cane back out, moving the car to a spot in front of your reserved room.

You went and dropped your stuff on one of the beds, stretching your legs after being in the car for so long. You'd been in the car for longer, but a 15 hour drive still left you feeling stiff.

You decided to take the rest of the night to sleep, and get an early start tomorrow. Dean was asleep within minutes, you could hear his light snores.

You turned over to look at him, he looked softer when he slept. Not as cocky and definitely not as tense. Seemed he held onto a lot more stress than he probably realized.

You sighed and turned to lay on your back. You hoped this hunt would go well. You didn't like working with someone else, but you were determined to make a good impression on Dean. You wanted him to be willing to let you stick around.

Eventually, you fell asleep. Dreaming of an old life.

The next morning the two of you made a quick breakfast run, stuffing your faces at a diner across the street. The pancakes were pretty decent, and the coffee was strong. It was a good start.

When you returned to the motel, you and Dean changed into some suits, ready to go talk to the local police about the crime scene.

You had changed in the bathroom while Dean changed out in the room, when you walked out, you were taken aback by just how good he looked in a suit.

It made him look good, though suits really just had a tendency to make any man look good. You couldn't help but rake your eyes down his form, admiring the way the shirt stretched over his biceps.

"Like what you see?" He had a cocky grin on his face as he winked at you.

"I like suits." You shrugged.

"You like men in suits." He corrected.

"What can I say? I've always liked a cleaned up man."

"Fair enough. Ready to go?"

"Yup."

The police really hadn't given you much. What they had given you was that all the victims had been seen at the same bar the night of their deaths. All women. You and Dean figured it was a male vamp, flirting his way into a meal. You'd decided you'd go in as bait.

You hadn't thought to bring anything to try and seduce a vamp so you had to make a quick shopping trip. You were in some small boutique in town, going through their dresses.

"How about this one?" You held up a white dress with floral print, it was cute, innocent.

"Nah, the victims were all wearing sexier stuff. Short. Tight...like this." He held up a small black dress, it had a plunging neckline. Definitely a lot sexier.

"Alright, let's ring it up."

"Not gonna try it on?"

"It's my size isn't it? It's fine. Besides if it's a little small it'll just add to the look."

Dean shrugged, "Alright."

When you came out of the bathroom in that tight dress and your hair done up in an elegant style, Dean wolf whistled.

"Damn, I'd eat you up too." He grinned.

You snorted, "Whatever. Let's go."

When you arrived at the bar you sat alone at a table, a whiskey in hand. Dean sat a little ways away, when you looked over in his direction he winked at you, causing you to smile a bit. You had to admit, he was cute.

Eventually, a man approached you. Arm around the back of your chair.

"Mind if I buy you a drink?" He stared down at you hungrily. You figured this was the vamp, no one else had approached you tonight, and he had that predatory look in his eyes that you'd come to recognize after years on the job.

"That'd be great." You said, pretending to check him out. He really wasn't your type. A bit scrawny for your tastes.

He disappeared for a moment before bringing you another whiskey, you'd made eye contact with Dean and had given him a nod. He was ready and waiting.

You were suspicious of the drink, all the girls autopsy reports showed that they'd been roofied. You bit the inside of your cheek, the only way to avoid this was to fake a few sips and start acting woozy. Hopefully he wouldn't notice.

And he didn't. 15 minutes later he was leading you out of the bar, you were stumbling after him. He led you to the alleyway, the same one all the other girls had been killed in.

He pressed you up against the wall, getting ready to bite when Dean turned the corner.

"Hey bloodsucker!"

The vamp whipped his head around and took a step back, growling at Dean. Dean tossed you a machete, which you easily perked up and caught.

"You stupid bitch." It hissed.

"Au contraire my friend. It seems you're the stupid bitch, taking a hunter into an alley." You grinned. The vamp saw the shift in your demeanor, a look of shock overtaking it's features.

Dean lunged at it, but it pushed him away. Then you lunged at it, slashing at its abdomen. It cried out in pain, clutching it's side. You pushed forward, blocking the punches it tried to throw before swiftly decapitating it, blood spraying in your face.

You turned to Dean, grinning. He just stared at you.

"I think that's the fastest I've ever seen someone take down one of those things."

"I'm just another breed of hunter." You winked.

Dean hadn't missed the feral look in your eyes once you got your hands on a weapon. You'd been delighted to have the opportunity to take down the pest. He liked it a little more than he'd like to admit.

You returned to the motel and cleaned up. You'd managed to get the case solved in less than a day. That was a record even for you.

You and Dean made a pretty good team you supposed. You wouldn't mind going on more hunts with him in the future, he didn't hold you back or slow you down. He managed to keep pace with you the entire time.

The drive back was nice, Dean even let you pick a tape to play. You chatted a bit here and there, he told you about what Sam was like growing up. A scrawny little kid until suddenly he shot up and was taller than Dean.

"So what were you like then?"

"A real ladies man," he grinned, "I had girls all over. Left some heartbroken. I hunted with my dad sometimes but usually took care of Sammy. How bout you?"

"I was pretty normal honestly. I did well in school, snuck out to see my friends at night. Bit of rebelling here and there but nothing too wild."

"Sounds nice."

You smiled softly, "It was. I miss it sometimes. The simpler days. But nothing really compares to the life I have now."

"Hunting really is it's own thing."

You hummed in agreement.

You really did miss your old life sometimes. You missed working a regular job, you missed going out with friends. You missed your parents. You enjoyed what you had now, but you couldn't help but wonder what would have become of you if you hadn't gotten into hunting.

Jack and Cas were there to greet you when you and Dean returned. Mary and Sam had left on another case. You greeted them and talked about the hunt before retreating to your room.

You pulled the dress out of your bag as you were unpacking and held it up.

"Might as well keep it. Could come in handy one day." You murmured before folding it and placing it in one of your drawers.

You heard a knock on your door and opened it to find Dean.

"Whats up?"

"Just wanted to say good job on the hunt. You did well."

"Thanks, so did you." You smiled.

"Uh, we were gonna go watch a movie if you wanted to join us. Beer and popcorn, and Cas bought some candy earlier." He offered.

"I'll be there in a moment."

"Great." He nodded and walked off.

You smiled, you appreciated that they wanted to include you. Maybe it wouldn't be too difficult to fit in here.

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shelbgrey · 11 months

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Glory of love(Eleazar Denali)

Chapter 2: Hot for teacher

Table of contents

-------(1st pov)-------

“good morning everyone” I smiled as everyone filed into my class room and took their seats. Everyone nodded and smiled as wrote my name on the board.

“so I'm miss. Swan and I'm gonna be your English teacher for the time being” everyone looked at me with smiles or cirositey.

“fair warning this is my first year teaching so this might be trial and error” I chuckled as I fiddle with the expo marker.

“anyone is better than mr. Cuirts” some one spoke as I walked around the classroom.

“yeah, I'm pretty sure thst dude was high as a kite” one snickered.

I couldn’t help but laugh myself but I knew I had to put a stop to it. “alright guys, come on”

Feeling a group of people stare at me was a different feeling. It was a class full of seniors and jounors and I unfortunately felt a few of the guys checking me out. I just rolled my eyes at the horny teenagers.

Suddenly, a boy with bonde hair( junior I think) raised his hand. I nodded and offered him to speak. “so what happened to Mr. Curtis?”

Before I could speak a voice in the back spoke. “I heard he died”

Before I could speak a bunch of other accusation flew around the room. Some were negative and others could careless because they hadn't learned anything with this old teacher. The only one that wasn't speaking was a boy with reddish-brown hair. He sat towrds the back and had gold eyes. I squinted at him, I knew I seen that color of eye before.

“okay” I spoke up. They shut up quickly which suprised me. I clapped my hands together and moved over to the box setting in my desk. Might as well start the lesson, if we wait now we'll never get it done.

“so when it comes to literature, stories, movies, or just anything with a plot there's always different sides of it” I said as I wrote MONSTERS in big block letters on the white board. I toassed the marker on my desk and looked at the class.

“stories involving the supernatural and monsters are a great example” a few members of the class gave me a strange look and others leaned in listing more intently like I cought their attention.

“when I say monsters what comes to your head? More specifically ones thst may have more to the story”

A dark skinned boy raised his hand “Dracula”

I nodded and sat on the edge of my seat. “good, what else?”

“the phantom of the opera?”

I nodded as a boy with reddish-brown hair with gold orbs raised his hand. “Frankenstein's monster”

“that's good one” I said fiddling with the expo marker. “now quizidently what do all theses creates all have in common?”

A girl with wavy blond hair with the same gold orbs raised her hand, she was setting next to boy with same colored eyes. “all of the monsters have this fasanacion with the lead woman of the story”

I tilted my head to the side as I walked around my desk to the white board. “that's correct, but what else” I aksed as I wrote the names of the creatures and the student's ideas around them, making a chart.

“the women get the monsters killed... Kinda” a boy with blond hair said. I turned around and pointed at him with the marker. “Yes and no, but your guys are on the right track”

“so what I'm getting at is there's always different sides of the story and depending on who's telling it, can alter who's the hero and who's the vilian.” I said.

The students started to digest what I have said, but who i was most concerned about was the two with gold eyes and the more I staired at them the more I recanized them. The Boy looked down like something was eating away at him. I was conserened as his slum look worsened. Not wanting to call him out in front of the class I continued with the lesson.

“but...” I heald up my hand and opened the marker and crossed out monster and put creature. “in this class we're not gonna refure to them as monsters”

“why?” a conserened girl with glasses asked.

“beacuse it's gonna help with your project” I said and it was like a hit a nerver beacuse the whole class(except the gold eyed kids) erupted into groans and sighs. I rolled my eyes and silenced them.

“hang on” they stopped. “I want you guys to think about why these characters might not be the only 'monsters', think about who's telling the story” I explained.

The class nodded along as I wrote more notes on the board. “through out theses couple weeks we're gonna study different author's and the creature they crated, like Mary Shelly, Bram Stoker, maybe some Stephen King, but the main thing is theses characters and stories are gonna help you created a story that humanizes the creature”

The boy with gold eyes raised his hand. “your saying that the creature is bad depending on who's telling the story” I nodded as he continued his explanation. “these creatures are ubsest with these woman and if they love them so much why damn them?”

“you think the creature are damned?” the golden boy nodded. “well they were all human once, Dracula and the phantom are great examples... They loved yes, but also the woman were they're down fall... That's why the creatures might not be so evil. And love is the strongest human emotion out there”

I shrugged towrds the boy. “in king kong It was beauty that killed the beast” the golden boy looked down noddong. The girl with the same eyes gave him and strange look.

The class ended quicker than I expected. As they all started to pack up I stoped them. “I want you all to think about which creature or story you want to base your project off of... And have a good day everyone”

They said there good byes and left for their next class.

-------(Eleazar's pov)-------

During passing period I left my classroom to get a text book from the library. As left the library and down a hallway that insured I'd get to my room faster that same spearmint and rose smell invaded my sences. I couldn't get enough of it. Totally forgetting what I need to do, I followed the sent down to the classroom that held the English and Film classes.

Most teachers and students were already in there classes or on there way, but that wasn't gonna stop me from finding out were smell was coming from. The door to the English room was open so I peaked inside.

The same woman with the beautiful curly hair was in there teaching her class. Her voice was so elegant and kind. As she spoke she gracefully moved around the classroom talking about the innocents of the universal monsters.

I couldn’t help but stare at her rosey lips as defended theses creature of the night. Though her intentions are innocent, she was truly mad. She saw that there was good side to these monsters she had no clue that were real. It made my dead heart thump as she saw there was more than just evil. She didn't think they were damned. It made me think of my family and how maybe... Just maybe we're not as bad as Edward clames us to be.

“it was beauty that killed the beast” she said. She said like it was heart braking and in her beautiful orbs you could see all the remorse she had for what ever creature she spoke of. Damn, I could listen to her talk all day.

“how would you change it?” Angela Webber asked.

The curly haired angel shrugged. “in the end I think the creature should get the girl”

In what way?

That really made me think for a moment. As her class conversed she pulled her curly hair into a quick bun, exposing her slender neck and sliver chain. My eyes followed the end and saw a gold rose charm dangle between her breasts.

“any questions?” She asked then silently glanced over to the door which signaled me to leave before I could get cought.

~~~~~~~~(first pov)~~~~~~~~

By the time lunch rolled around I had pages of notes and lesson planes based on what story or creature we'd be covering each week thst lead up to the final project. As I got to know each of my classes today I found out a lot of them actually wanted to learn and suggest a few novels we could go over

As Elvis Presley softly played on my computer I set up and organized my notes as I took advantage of the silence and free time.

After I got the notes I needed down I transfered it to a good doc and made some worksheets for tomorrow. I hit print and set off to the copy machine that lived in the front office.

As I walked down the hallway it was mostly empty due to everyone being at lunch, there was few stragglers by the lockers but other than that I had no problems getting to my destination.

I greeted Mrs. Webber, who was the secretary. She looked up from her computer and smiled. “hello, dear how's your first day been?”

“it's been great” I smiled as the printer started to spit out way more papers than I expected. “great bunch of kids” I said.

Mrs. Webber raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “it's just day one, give them time and your gonna wanna rip your hair out”

I laughed and picked up the thick stack of papers. I looked down and raised an eyebrow at the Spanish that dmaced acrossed the white paper. Mrs. Webber looked up. “somthing the matter dear?”

“umm... The papers are in Spanish is all... I think I hit the wrong button on my computer”

Mrs. Webber nodded. “oh, that's probably Eleazar's work sheets, he's the Spanish teacher here” she explained. “do you mind taking them to him?”

“Sure” I smiled and separated our work sheets into their respective piles. “where is his classroom exactly?” I asked before leaving the front office.

Mrs. Webber looked up from her computer and took her glasses off. “just go passed the library and take a left, there should be small stair case that should lead you right to it... It's kinda secluded” she explained as she pointed at the door.

I nodded and head to where she directed me. I pashed the library and then down the staircase to the designated room. I knocked twice and waited, the door open in seconds making me slightly flinch.

I looked up and saw a man that was probably a foot taller than me. His skin was pale with small olive tint to it. He had dark wavy hair and the same gold eyes as Edward from my first period class. He was very Handsome, the way I had to crane my neck up to make eye contact made me blush.

“umm... Your papers got mixed with mine on the printer” I said handing him his stack of papers.

He smiled and took the papers. As he did his ice cold hand brushed up against mine making me slightly shiver. “Gracias”

“De nada(your welcome)” I smiled. He arched an eyebrow showing an empressed smile. “you speak Spanish?”

“a little bit” I said pulling my work sheets to my chest.

“well thank you miss...” he started.

“Miss. Swan, y/n Swan” I said holding my hand out. “Hola, I'm Eleazar Denali” I smiled placing his cold hand I to mine. As he shook my hand the coolness of his hand didn't bother me as much as it did before. As our hands broke apart someone called out his name.

“Hey Eli” Tanya Denali said coming up to us with another blonde that looked similar to her. I'm guessing they were sisters. They had the same golden eyes as Eleazar and the one I didn't recognize had straighter hair than her sister. I recognized one with wavy blonde hair, she was in my fourth period film class.

“Hey girls” he greeted warmly. Eleazar turned to me and gestured towrds the two girls. “these are my nieces Tanya and Kate”

I smiled at the two teenager girls. “yeah, I have Tanya in my fourth period, very bright girl you have”

Tanya smiled while Kate smirked as she glanced in between her uncle and I. I glanced down at my watch and remembered I had to get a few things done before lunch ended.

“I'm sorry for dashing away, but I got a few more things to put together before my next class starts.” Eleazar nodded as I walked away. “Adiós Mr. Eleazar” I called out as I walked away.

-------(Eleazar's pov)-------

I watched how she gracefully walked away completely ignoring the two girls. Tanya smiled and placed her hand over her heart. “she's thinks I'm bright”

I didn't answer as studied how her hips moved as she got farther and farther away from us. Tanya and Kate shared a smile and looked at me with a wicked smirk.

“Aw Eleazar got a crush” Tanya said resting her head on Kate's shoulder and gave me puppy eyes. I cleared my throat and shot her a look.

“no I don't” I clarified, but I didn't know who I was trying to reassure me, or them.

“she is beautiful” Kate stated trying to get a rise out of me. “and did you see those curls, so pretty” Tanya added.

I sighed and slapped my forehead. “girls please, I don't have a crush”

Tanya and Kate glanced at each other and raised their eyebrows, then they turned to me in perfect sync. “mmhm”

I sighed and slightly pushed the girls forward once the fith hour bell rang “Cállate y vuelve a clase(shut up and get back to class)”

The girls cackled as they left the hallway that housed my classroom. I just shook my head at the two girls I consider family.

~~~~~~~~(1st pov)~~~~~~~~

“and he just shot up and ran out of the classroom like his ass was on fire” Bella said as she rage chopped a head of lettuce.

I nodded as I cooked the toaco meat in the skilet. Bella had been ranting about Edward cullen ever since we got home. I don't know if she wanted to jump is bones or kill him.

She slammed the knife down making Duke jump up from under the dinning room table. Bella threw the lettuce into a bowl. “and he tried to get out of Biology, why is he so rude?”

I didn't have an awnser for her. When I first met the kid he was so calm and collected, then when he talked in my class I could tell he was slightly shy. There could be millions of reasons to why Edward Cullen was acting like this.

“you didn't say anything to defend him did ya?” I asked softly. Bella shot me a confused and bafuled look. “no! Not at all”

I nodded and turned my back to her to get plates. When I turned back around she was right in my face hilding her hair. “do I smell?”

I chuckled and pushed her hand away. “yeah, you smell like coconuts and teenage angst”

Bella sighed and slumped into one of the dinning room chairs. Duke rested his back head on her lap, I spoke up as she petted the dog's head. “you shouldn't get worked up over some guy, he's not worth it”

“I know” Bella sighed as I set the table. Dad walked through the door seconds later.

Dinner started off fairly quiet intill dad spoke up. “how was everyone's day?”

“good, made a few friends” Bella said.

“how was teaching? The kids treating you alright?” Charlie asked taking a bite out of his taco.

I nodded with a smile. “the kids are great” dad nodded with realife plastered on his face.

I swolled my last bite and glanced at dad when me and Bella's conversation came flooding back into my brain.

“Hey Dad, you know the Cullen family right?” dad sighed and put his drink back on the table. “Are people talking about them again?”

I gave him a confused look

“not really....I have a few of them in my classes, they seem nice” I said.

“Just ‘cause they’re newcomers people think they can target them and spread gosip” Dad said.

“how well do you know them?” Bella asked.

Dad filled his plate with more food as he spoke. “carlisle and Esma have five adopted children, Edward, Alice, Emmett and then Rosalie and Jasper are Mrs. Cullens niece and nephew... Twins I think” I he said.

“what about Eleazar Denali? He's the Spanish teacher” I asked. Dad nodded. “he's Mrs. Cullen older brother... He has three niece too, Irnia is in college and then Kate and Tanya I think”

“why do people talk about them so much?” I asked as the imagine of Eleazar's golden eyes peirced my brain.

“just because they're newcomers...We're lucky to have a surgeon like Dr. Cullen at our potluck hospital. Lucky his wife wanted to live in a small town and kids aren't little hell raisers like we have around here”

As dinner finished up I cleaned up the plates and put them in the sink as Bella aksed more questions about the Cullens, she acted like dad knew them personally.

“I just don't like narrow mindedness” dad said putting leftovers in the fridge. I nodded agreeing with our dad.

“yeah people shouldn't judge them if they don't really know them” I Said grabbing my Labtop and the paperas I need to grade before heading to my room with Duke behind waging his tail.

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andguesswhat · 2 years

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I couldn't sleep 🙈 I had to write this. be aware! 😅 Thanks @chalamazed for letting me use this one! 😘

How Armie met the devil

God, his head hurt. Armie groaned and tried to hold his head, but he couldn't.

What the hell had happened? Where the hell was he?

Slowly he came to consciousness.

He appeared to be sitting in a chair with his hands tied behind his back.

Great.

He sighed. He really wasn't in the mood for this.

But it didn't help, did it? Besides, it smelled pretty good here, he had to admit. Fruity-tart, if a little too smoky and warm, like hell.

He blinked.

And when he got used to the red, blazing light streaming into his eyes, he looked up.

And saw him.

Wrapped in a red, flowing, shiny fabric. Draped seductively on a chaise longue, legs crossed over the armrest so that the pointy, heeled boots he wore were on full display.

"Hello," the androgynous creature with the wild curls purred as he let the fingers of his right hand play to wave at him.

Armie could only cough briefly in response.

Armie knew him. He had seen him a few times at the club. A beautiful creature, each time in a spectacular outfit, aloof as a unicorn. His aura proud and brave and so beautiful that Armie's imagination always went into overdrive when he saw him. But also dangerous and somehow unpredictable, so that even if he had his fantasies, he always had the feeling that he should keep his hands off him.

Speaking of hands…

Fragments of memory came up.

He had been in the club, and the guy had suddenly been standing next to him, in this red backless jumpsuit, so close and so beautiful that Armie had briefly held his breath.

They'd had a drink, the guy had put his hand on his shoulder, his body had snuggled close, they'd laughed.

And then kissed passionately in the hallway.

It had been so damn good.

The last thing he remembered was sucking on the guy’s neck while he moaned in his ear and slid his hand between his legs.

And then...?

He had no idea...

Maybe he had put something in his drink.

"Do you know who I am?" the guy said now, while lolling seductively on the chaise longue.

How incredibly beautiful he was.

And suddenly Armie had the feeling that he saw two little red horns peeking out from theses wild curls.

Armie blinked in disbelief.

What kind of drugs had he actually given him?

"Some kind of devilish drug dealer?"

The guy laughed gleefully. He once more lolled lasciviously on the chaise longue before standing up.

And looked simply stunning.

Armie almost groaned, his fantasies riding a roller coaster once again.

But what the - !

As the guy began strutting up and down in all his glory, Armie saw that this creature actually had a devil's tail, too!

Like a circus whip, this tail flicked back and forth tantalizingly.

And unfortunately, Armie couldn't say that it didn't turn him the fuck on.

"So," the guy continued pleasurably, "do you have any idea why I brought you here?" as his seductively saucy voice vibrated Armie's body.

"No." Armie had to admit honestly.

"I'm looking for someone.... Someone ... who will satisfy my needs, you know."

Slowly, lasciviously, he strutted toward Armie.

"But the problem is, people don't understand me. They think such a strong and powerful being as I am ..."

"You mean mentally strong?" Because come on, his body was beautiful, but never that strong!

Armie quickly bit his tongue, because if this really was the devil, maybe it wasn't very smart to tease him.

But the devil was just laughing quietly to himself, and something about that childlike manner fascinated Armie. It struck him right in the heart. How could a being be so damn adorable and so hot and slutty at the same time?

And to prove this point, the guy teasingly lifted his chin and placed his boot on the chair right between Armie's legs so that the tip of it touched his crotch. Or rather his already more than hard cock.

Holy shit.

He wanted to touch this guy so bad.

Grab his waist.

And so much more.

He felt the scarf on his wrists with his fingers behind his back. It was soft. Way too soft to really hold well.

The guy teasingly approached his face. His eyes sparkled darkly and Armie almost groaned when he saw the guy slowly moisten his lips with his tongue. Then that voice again, now no more than an erotic whisper.

"You wouldn't believe how many people want to lick my boots. I mean, I don't mind, it's nice to be whorshipped. But it's not exactly what I'm looking for. You know what I mean? Armie? Do you want to lick my boots?"

God, he just had sooo many images in his head of what he would like to do with this sexy little devil.

So he finally growled, "Actually, I'd rather do some other things with you.”

He was rewarded with a devilish smile. "So what's stopping you, Armie?"

He didn't need to say it twice.

The scarf around his wrists came loose and in less than a second he had his hand buried in the damn curls and pulled.

The devil gasped in excitement.

God yes, that was it.

After a quick glance around the room, Armie breathed into his ear, "Do you want me to fuck you over the counter here, or do you want me to fuck you against that window wall over there?"

The devil's eyelids fluttered as his mouth twisted into a slutty, satisfied grin.

"Both."

#charmie ficlet #charmie #as always not betaread #sigh #armie hammer #timmy x armie #armie x timmy

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charkyzombicorn · 10 months

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So theses are apparently some of the selkies powers, I’m pretty sure this is just for dnd and is not mythological accurate . But out of these powers which would you choose for your selkie au to be Selkie abilities?

Enhanced agility: Selkies are able to go fro one movement to another effortlessly, allowing them to effectively dodge attacks, do backflips, and numerous other gymnastic, martial, and athletic implements with little to no effort.

Enhanced balance: Selkies have an extremely well-developed sense of balance, the positioning of limbs in space, center of balance. and the physical condition to use these facts.

Enhanced bite: Selkies, due to their fangs, have a powerful bite.

Enhanced dexterity: Selkies are able to control their limbs, muscles, and digits extremely well.

Enhanced endurance: Selkies are able to survive with little to no energy for an extended amount of time.

Enhanced reflexes: Selkies have extremely enhanced reaction speed, allowing them to dodge magical attacks, catch falling objects, and react instantaneously to what would take others more time to react.

Enhanced stamina: Selkies are able to be physically active for longer periods of time than most other beings.

Enhanced strength: Selkies are able to exert a great amount of strength from their muscles.

Night vision: Selkies are able to see perfectly in total darkness.

Speed swimming: Selkies are able to swim at incredible speeds, unhampered by water resistance.

Cold immunity: Selkies, being adapted to the ocean, are completely immune to cold.

Pressure resistance: Selkies, being adapted to the ocean, are completely resistant to water pressure, especially at the bottom of the episode.

Water sense: Selkies are able to perceive the movement of/on a body of water with extreme accuracy, and determine where threats are located in aquatic environments and water sources.

Siren song: Selkies, similar to merfolk and cecaelia, are able to sing a song that is capable of hypnotizing anyone that hears it.

Sonic singing: Selkies, similar to merfolk and cecaelia, are able to sing a highly destructive blast of sound at high amplitude.

Water manipulation: Selkies are able to generate, shape, and manipulate water.

Aquatic life communication: Selkies are able to telepathically communicate with aquatic creatures.

1) 2)

3) Usopp doesn't like the idea of biting people because it makes him feel animal-like and he hates being compared to an animal because He Is Not. Also the nose makes it hard for him to bite people I would imagine. His molars are a little sharper than they maybe should be and he's got pronounced canines but he doesn't have the coral-shaped molars seals (apparently) have. His dad does tho, Buggy too but Buggy shaved his down a bit to hide better in the East Blue

4) yeah he's good at a quick draw but he still trips and stumbles sometimes on land. He's much more graceful in water because there is nothing to trip over

5) About as much as Canon, with is quite a bit.

6) His reflexes are pretty quick because his eyes are better than a human's, it doesn't mean he's perfectly co-ordinated and just because he can see something coming doesn't mean he can dodge without tripping. He gets a bit more graceful post-ts but he grew up without fighting, so he's learning as he goes

7) Yeah he's got more stamina than you would expect, but that's pretty much just canon

8) Stronger than you would think unless you tried picking him up. He can change his appearance but he can't change his weight and seals are 4000 pounds. He's very physically dense, even if he looks like the skinniest 17 year old you've ever seen, so picking up 300 pounds to him is like a normal person picking up 12 pounds he's not athletic pre-ts tho so no picking up twice his body weight or anything. The 1 ton hammer could have been real tho.

9) He does have really good night-vision, he does use his tinted goggles more because seal-eyes are more dilated than humans' and if it's too sunny it hurts his eyes

10) Yep! He can swim just as fast if not faster than most mer-folk

11) 12) He is a bit less resistant to cold and pressure than most selkies because his mother was human. He can stand pressure changes but he needs to take breaks and he can stand cold but can still get hurt when he's frozen.

13) He does have some extra spacial awareness in water, this is just how most selkies naturally pick up observation haki a bit more intuitively

14) Usopp has no idea, he only sings for Luffy but Luffy seems pretty hypnotized so,,,

15) Nope, and Usopp screams a lot

16) No

17) He convinced some of the crew he can, he can't actually

#one piece #selkie usopp au #usolu #long post

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celestialsandtitans · 6 months

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Covens of Keandra

Here some info on the covens of Keandra.

( Note: Different kinds of magic is named differently in Keandra. teach ing healing magic is share among the covens. )

The light Coven

The witches of the light coven lived in subterranean caverns on the southern titan of Keandra, Andra. Those who lived long enough, gain adaptations from magic energy from that region. Those who gained theses adaptations will able to see in darkness, parts of their body be luminescent, darker skin pigmentation and have black scleras.

Besides specializing in abomination and mystic (Oracle) magic, the coven is wisely known for their conjurings, power stones, incenses, tarot cards reading and important of all, shadow magic. With shadow magic, one can travel and manipulate shadows to their will. This allow witches to travel throughout Perim to spied on the tribes or escape dangerous situations.

Rumor has it, the coven head has the ability to summon black holes to consume everything including light and gravity.

The Ice Coven

The witches of the ice coven lived on the snowy cirque landscape on northern titan of Keandra, Andra. Those who lived long enough there, gained adaptations from magic energy from that region. Those who gained theses adaptations, has resistance to the cold, whistle to alter the change the chemistry of liquids, the ability to manipulate the hair color of oneself or others and mimic voices and sounds.

Other than specializing in musician (Bard) and illusion magic, the ice coven is well known for carving the cirque landscape to create outdoors anthem theatres for musical performances. They also known famously for creating the cloaking stone, which allow young trial goers to disguise themselves as creatures of Perim to live among one of four tribes.

Rumor has it, the coven head appeared in the coven only a few years. Beyond that, there’s no other information about her.

The Fire Coven

The witches of the fire coven lived on the rocky terrain on southern titan of Keandra, Keith. Those who lived long enough there, gained adaptations from magic energy from that region. Those who gained these adaptations, gained great durability, strength, enhanced senses and their body forms into a mesomorph body type.

Apart from specializing in Forge (Construction) and Beast Calling (Beast Keepin) magic, the fire coven is known for their architectural work, weapon forging, revolutionary invention and their artistry of culinary. Witches and demons have share their culinary knowledge to Perim during their trial, which have the tribes go through culinary revolutionary.

Rumor as it, the coven head was convinced by his friend to challenge the previous coven head so he could help him with an important vote.

The Plant Coven

The witches of the planet coven lived on the forest on northern titan of Keandra, Keith. Those who lived long enough there, gained adaptations from magic energy from that region. Those who gained these adaptations, will gained animalistic abilities such as night vision, strong sense of smell or plant - like abilities such as a plant growth on their bodies or smell like a flower.

Apart from specializing in Plant and Beast Calling (Beast Keepin) magic, they’re well known for advanced modern agriculture, the palistrom forest reserve, food competitions and spirit animal conjuring. Spirit animal conjuring is when a group of three witches or demons use mystic and beast calling magic and the calling the essences of the titans gifts (plant, fire, ice and light glyphs), to create creatures of ancient beasts of the past. However, this power was taught to a group of Mipedians by a witch, which led to the creation of the first conjurers and later the warbeasts.

Rumor has it, the coven head created an alliance with one of leaders the tribes.

#glittering chaos au #toh #toh x chaotic au #chaotic tcg #toh au #let’s get chaotic #chaotic cartoon #ice coven #fire coven #light coven #plant coven

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high-theyre-frendough · 1 year

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I don't usually reblog art on tumblr (to this page I mean, usually it goes on my main blog cause there's more followers there) but I fucking love art. I fucking love fucking comic artists with their awesome fucking comics with fucking scribbly faces that somehow perfectly encapsulate human emotion. I love traditional artists with their watercolor and crayons and oil pastels and fucking idk acrilic paint and charcoal and pencils and shit. I love seeing timelapses and expressive gestures below finished products. I love seeing it. I fucking love art thats non traditional like throwing rice or assembling Rubik's cubes. I LOVE IT ITS FUCKING GREAT. The skill and creativity. I fucking love it. I love seeing fairies and other magical creatures and scifi settings. I love seeing them so much and i would say fantasy and magic in any setting is beautiful and bassass dddd cause I love faries and shit but honestly all settings great. I fucking love it all. I WANNA SEE FUCKING INKY PAINTED CHARCOLS. fucking helle. i love the goddamn fanart of television shows and other media wirh worse art. i swear to fucking god. some of you artists dont get enough love. even """ammatures""" fuck that. youre all fcuking great. i am more of a writer than a visual artists (((not proof here but trust me when im actually writing i am fucking good at it. fuck you dad. i am good at fucking writing. See, the fucking idiot said. If I just put in active effort to write, and use the baskspace button, the writing becomes better. It is one of my few skills, therefore I feel like I can acknowledge I am good at it. Personally, like I alluded to earlier, I enjoy fantasy. I have spent years escaping into fantasy stories. Sometimes I fail to finish them, due to adhd and depression, but what I do create actually is fucking good. When I was younger, I wrote on Wattpad, and like the pretentious little shit I was, I would leave comments on all the stories I read correcting grammar. I have spent so long studying story structure (admittedly informally) and used to read a lot which, I'm trying to do more again soon. however for the purposes of this textpost, its too much effort especially in this context))) anyways fucking hell one time this person (who sounded kinda young tbh in text) messaged me on wattpad and asked for permission to make FAN ART OF THE MAIN CHARACTER OF MY STORY I WAS WORKING AT THE TIME and i was like HOLY SHIT THEY WANNA MAKE FANART OF MY CHARACTER and they did and were embarassed about it SOMEHOW and it was so good this drawing (looked great)

found it you can read the story here anyways yeah fucking artist. fucking love yoou guys hell yeah. did i mention watercolors? landscape artists? comics? comic writers who use their art as a way to communicate serious things? with non bland fucking corporate art bullshit. thank you for explaining complex issues to me in an easier way. thank you for helping translate news stories and recent issues with colorful doodles and comics to help me understand. thank you for making me more interested in graphs and statistics. thank you for making one facet of numbers that are more acceptable to me. thank you for the above average more competent graphic design. thank you so much. i love you fucking porn artists. i fucking love you furties and trans people drawing ideal selves to show EVERYONE IS AN IDEAL BODY YO SOMEONE BECAYSE EVERYONE SEES DIFFERENT AND YOURELLL FUCKING GREAT and all the beads and candy art and custom sculptures that are useeful or mayve not and doodle sn scrivles and crazy experiments. and fucking dumbass youtubers who spent $$$$ making the most creative but also stupid and useless shit you have ever seen in your goddamn life because who even thinks of theses things ans went through and did it because why the fuck not. you are infuriating but entertain my world compared to the commentators who will make their own little sketches and lectures in their own videos. fucking fucking shit. all og it. whenever i see someone go "idk if i can make animation itll look silly* WHO FUCKING CARES BRING ON THE SILLY AND LET IT SLOWLY AND SATISFYINGLY EVOLVE INTO MORE COMPLEX AND DETAILED ANIMATION FOR THR WORLD HELL YEAH I LOVE THE EVOLUTION FROM SILLY BOUNCE TO MUSIC TO COMPLEX SHORT STORIES AND SHIT YOUR GODDAMN CHARACTER ARC IS NECESSARY FOR ENTERAINMENT JUST FUCKING DO IT BECAYSE ALL PARTS ARE EQUALLY ENTERTAINING IN DIFFERENT WAYS come on just fucking draw. fellow yarn people. i know you. look at me i am you. i am an amature but fuck it ill try to keep up. fucking love you crochet and knitters and sewers making plushies and custom clothing and shit yes fuck yeah. KEEP THAT SHIT UP i just make giant enormous pride flag knitted blankets (cant make money doing that cause no one is dropping $200 for that - which would be underpaying me probably) i have seen the most intricate and detailed fucking crochet lingerie and other outfits and they are so fucking cool all of it i love it fuck yeah. i probably forgot something but for some reason i cannot feel my fingers because there is no bloodflow and they are frozen because i have undiagnosed and untreated circulatory problems

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francoisl-artblog · 3 years

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More sketches of Mudokons characters, I wanted to experiment some pose and expression with theses characters. Once again, they're mainly based on the AU where Mudokons live in a supremacy lead by them and where Glukkons are enslaved. A little thing I thought about their society, is that all Mudokons tribe don't agree on the Moon's exact signification toward them. While most of the tribe and Shamans are persuaded that this a sign of their species's dominance on all Oddworld by ruling all over it, others Mudokons think that this is actually way more spiritual, visualizing it as a quest to supervise and protect Oddworld's inhabitants and Nature. Theses particulars Mudokons mainly constituted of Ivory Shaman, recognizable by their white skin and their falling Purplish feathers, are connected with an Ancient Creature living inside the roots of one the oldest tree in Mudos, called the Great Raisin. According to him, Red Shamans are misinterpreting the Moon's symbolism for centuries. Ivory Mudokons aren't part of the high Council, and are mostly considered as the "Rogue Tribe" among the Mudokons Supremacy. They try to warn Mudokons about Oddworld well being, but they're totally ignored, if not hunted for crime against the Supremacy's authority. ( In very short, they're also the closest thing to the Native tribe from the Canon continuity, mainly the one from Munch's Oddyssey ) Tall Mudokon are, as they name suggest, recognizable by their height and huge amount of feathers on their head and shoulders. Strong and assured, they are Queens and High Shaman's guard, ranged to Mudarcher from Tomahawker. This Anatomical's difference was during a longtime compared and put in the same role as Drones Mudokons, being also slightly taller than regular Mudokons, also with way more feathers, but they're actually a different part in the Mud's hierarchy. It's actually really rare for Tall muds to be Drones, it's quite exceptional. They're still chosen by the Queens themselves to be their protector, and are fondly proud of their missions. Tall Muds that aren't part of the Royalty stuff are still pretty useful to work with others Mudokons at others job. Mudokon are Omnivore, but they are more fonds of fruits. Since they doesn't always go outside their gigantic cities in the sky, they created agricultural greenhouse to grow their fruits (to their credit, theses are actually quite beautiful). Oddworld's fruits are very similar to ours, but their colors, shapes are kind of mixed, Raisins are bright blues for instance and Strawberry have the size and the colors of a melon. And they love it. These fruits are served in huge amounts to Mudokons Queen since they need to adapt their body. In other words, they DO eat a lot. This whole feasting process is actually exhausting for young queens at their beginning, but they eventually comfortably adapt to this diet once theirs organs are used to it. They're helped by selected muds to serve and feed them. Oddworld and Mudokons (c) Oddworld Inhabitants Concept art made by me.

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liloelsagranger · 3 years

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Night shift - finally a new Rocketshipping-fanfiction

My dear friends,

it’s been a while since I last posted an entry. Let me tell you why and what, besides Covid-19, made me pause from publishing fanfictions over the last couple of months. Of course, Switzerland was very affected by the pandemic and still is today. We had numerous lock-downs or as Swiss people call it “slow downs”. My mother got very sick last year, I almost lost her. The doctors said she would only live two or three more days, but my mom is a fighter. She had to stay at the hospital for months, she endured countless medical examinations, had to take meds and slowly learned to live again. I’m so proud of my mother that she was strong and determined to get better. When she turned back home, I started to take care of her and I hate to leave her on her own, even if we’re talking about half an hour or less. Right now, she’s doing quite good, actually, we’re on vacation and she makes a great effort to participate in life in Italy. She’s my role-model! She will never be the same as before, but she won’t give up, she wakes up every morning to make progress. I prayed for her and her well-being, I prayed every single night she might get another chance and now we’re here at the beach and dining in fancy restaurants. It’s been a horrible year for everyone, a year full of sorrow, tears and desperation, a year where I was constantly afraid, the hospital would call me with some bad news, but she did it! She survived and she fights for her life! So proud! Good news is: I passed my doctoral exams and I’m officially allowed to call myself Dr. phil. des. Melanie C. but that won’t ever stop me from loving Team Rocket so here it is - a brand new Rocketshipping-fanfiction for you guys. LOVE YOU! Night shift

Chapter 1:

It was past ten o’clock when that miserable looking guy entered the diner. He inconspicuously sat down in the farthest corner of the café and immediately hid his face behind the menu card. Nevertheless, Jessie the waitress could make out the pathetic expression on his face, how he was cowering like a whipped dog. She had seen quite a bit in this diner. Drunks, thugs, addicts and other needy people who asked for a sympathetic ear, compassion and understanding, but that guy was different. He suffered terribly, but did not dare to communicate, instead he hid from the world so as not to attract attention and quietly endure his fate. Jessie had to do something about it. Of course, she didn’t want to play the Good Samaritan. She knew the tricks of the men who entered this diner. Most of the time, they told the waitress tall tales, hoping to be comforted, whatever they meant by that. But this young man did not make a shady impressionHe was well dressed, looked well-groomed, and Jessie was especially struck by his bright emerald green eyes, the only thing in his face that had not yet been veiled by grief and sorrow. She decided to do something about his displeasure.

“Did you have a rough day?” she asked while disinfecting the table.

He looked briefly into her eyes and nodded. “That’s one way to put it,” he answered, the gaze immediately lowered again.

This would be a taciturn conversation, but Jessie didn’t give up easily, she was a natural at making even rocks talk.

“Listen! No matter what happened, I’ve seen or heard some things. If I can help you in any way, my name is Jessie and I’m in charge of this table today. Let me just get the gum out from under your seat and get you a cold drink. What would you like?” She pulled a spatula from her apron and rubbed away the remains of the spoiled brats that marred her diner.

‘Wow,’ the young man thought to himself. ‘A strong, self-confident woman who lends a hand herself and who’s not above cleaning up dirt.’ Their eyes met briefly, and he forced a wry smile.

“You know, kid. You can’t rely on anyone. If you want to get everything done, do it yourself and don’t trust anyone. This world doesn’t give you anything for granted!” She briefly wiped the back of his chair before disappearing behind the counter and pouring the young man an ice-cold Coke.

“I have rarely seen you so concerned about a customer. Normally you show yourself aloof and only take the order, so as not to get involved in embarrassing conversations. Must be a really great pike, this pathetic creature in the far corner. Could it be that you’ve got a tiny crush on this guy?” For Eddy, teasing his best friend was the greatest pleasure. He didn’t know her like that. Jessie usually resisted any kind of small talk. This was due to her dark past, when she had repeatedly fallen for advances from men who were never looking for a steady relationship, but for a quick fix. Eddy had witnessed this bad time of his friend, how her heart was broken, how she was badly played with, and how she was simply dropped like a hot potato. Jack was the worst example of them all. While Jessie was already hearing the wedding bells ringing, he was making love to the women of the Strip and deceiving Jessie night after night with other broads. Jessie was devastated when she found out Jack was cheating on her. She was furious, not even at her lying boyfriend, but at herself for having been so stupid as to trust a man.

Jessie gave Eddy a light pat on the head. “Don’t be silly! That time is over. I can take care of myself, I don’t need male support for that. I’m a big girl, I make my own dough, and I keep my head above water pretty well. No, not a chance, I’ve sworn off flirting.” Nevertheless, she caught herself as her gaze wandered to the young man in the corner. “Oh yes, this time is definitely over,” Eddy smirked.

“Jessie, could you bring us a side of fries, please?” Misty’s order echoed throughout the hall. The twenty-year old waved her hands. She was used to speaking loudly, almost shouting, to attract guests to her daily water Pokémon show. Sometimes she walked up and down the streets of the Strip all day in the blazing hot sun, trying to win people for her underwater attraction. As an excellent student, she could have taught at any college, but she had decided early on to get into show business and make her living doing what she really loved, joined by Dewgong and Starmie. Her parents had not agreed with this decision at all, it was wasted talent, they had claimed, and had summarily turned Misty out the door. Since then, she had been struggling through life on her own, but could always count on Jess, the diner and her two best friends, Ash and Brock, young people who were also not favoured by fate.

“Temper your voice, twerp!” Jessie couldn’t help but grin. She spread the ketchup bottles around the table, hoping Ash wouldn’t spill on himself and the diner again. His constant companion Pikachu immediately hopped on his shoulder, grabbed a fry and popped it in his mouth. Ash and his Pokémon were carnies. He had trained his friend well and attracted many spectators with his performance. Most of them felt sorry for the guy and tipped generously. That’s why Ash was able to invite his friends to the diner every night, a place that gave them hope where they could experience security. They were convinced that nothing would ever disturb this idyll and that fate, for better or worse, had taken its course.

“Who’s that guy over there?” Brock wanted to know. He had barely sold chocolate and roses tonight. The others held back, but they were certain that their friend was just too pushy with women and that’s why he only collected rejections instead of green bills.

“I’ve never seen him here before. Must be from another area. I can’t tell you for the life of me why he’s wearing a suit at theses temperatures, he looks pretty pathetic to me anyways,” Jessie replied.

“Maybe his car has stalled,” Ash suggested, “and now he was forced to wander through the desert until the tasty aromas from your diner brought him back from his delirium.”

“Or,” Brock interfered, “he had to flee his own wedding because his wife is a real pain in the ass, unlike our sweet Misty,” Brock oohed at his friend. “Forget it, Brock! You and me, this will never happen!” She gave him a gentle poke.

“Enough now with your naïve speculations! Just let him enjoy his drink. We’re closing soon, so get going,” Jessie dismissed their absurd ideas with a wave of her hand, but at this point no one knew how right Brock was.

Dark thoughts hunted the young man. He knew what he would face at home if he was late. Beatings, torture, rebuke, harassment, were just a few words to describe his failed relationship. Unconsciously, he stroked his scarred arms.

“Can I get you something to eat?” Jessie pulled him out of the maelstrom of bad thoughts, of course she had noticed the wounds, but maybe he had gotten those injuries at work. The young man rummaged some coins out of his pants and let them jingle on the table. “Is that enough for a cheese sandwich?” Jessie hated small change, but she would make an exception for him. A friendly smile, a quick nod, and she passed on the order.

“Something’s wrong with this guy,” she whispered to Eddy. “He’s scarred, bruised and pays with penny coins. Possibly a vagrant.” Eddy couldn’t help but grin. “That guy’s been keeping you busy all night, Jess. What’s the matter with you? Are you getting weak?”

The young man could not overhear the conversation between the waiters, but he was sure they were talking about him. He sure made a rather frightening impression, but that was a private matter and not something you shared with a waitress in a diner.

His gaze drifted to the daily paper, which had two faces emblazoned on it: Butch and Cassidy. He had never heard of this odd couple, but according to the news, theses two were causing quite a stir and were terrifying the Strip.

“Oh, so you’ve already spotted them, those two knuckleheads! They keep the Strip in suspense, and heads roll when the taxes don’t add up,” Jessie served him the cheese sandwich and gave him a slight smile.

“Can I get you anything else?” He thanked her and took a hearty bite of his dinner.

The last half hour flew by and the remaining guests left the diner to spend the night on the Strip, as very few had a roof over their heads. Jessie set about cleaning up and Eddy checked the register.

The young man stood up and made his way towards the door. But before he left the diner, he glanced back at Jessie for a moment. A sigh escaped him. What if…?

Jessie returned his gaze and watched him go until the young man disappeared. She walked right up to his table and found a little note on the receipt.

“Thanks for treating me like a human being, James.”

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scarletarosa · 3 years

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Tar Spirits

These are a race of spirits that originate mainly from humans (sometimes other spirit races as well). They are highly malevolent (arguably the most evil race of spirits) and hate all of life, doing whatever they can to destroy it. The following describe what these spirits are like, how to recognize them, and how to defend from them.

Origin: When a human gives into their malevolent impulses during life such as wrath, sadism, selfishness, etc, their spirit gradually becomes more and more corrupted. If they begin to commit unspeakable acts against others and themselves, completely surrendering to their toxic impulses, they have taken the steps towards becoming a tar spirit at death. This intense devotion to malevolence eventually causes the person to go insane and lose all sense of morality; they are even abandoned by their higher selves. When this person dies, they become a tar spirit- a horrendous being made out of tar and pure hatred. They appear as leech-like creatures of tar with many mouths full of sharp teeth, or as strange humanoid beings of moving tar. The leader of these spirits is the serpent-god of evil, Apep. He does not live among them but will often command them to inflict torments on others. These creatures can also come into being from being spawned by Apep himself, dripping from his body due to his extreme corruption.

Mindset and Traits: The tar spirits have corrupted themselves so thoroughly that they believe morality to be an illusion; the act of descent is their idea of ascent. They relish in absolute chaos and suffering, both inflicted upon others and their own selves. They feel nothing but hatred and a desire for pain, taking great pleasure in this twisted way of existing. The tar spirits have lost all sense of love, reasoning, beauty, and compassion; the only thing they now enjoy is pain. The realm in which they live is a place full of flowing tar; many waterfalls of it fill the area and there is an overwhelming feeling of hatred here. It not only feels disgusting to be in, but is also extremely dangerous. The tar spirits all hate one another and when not harming humans, they harm each other by inflicting various tortures and rapes on their own kind. They all both hate and relish in their suffering since it causes them to become further corrupted.

Since the tar spirits hate all of life, morality, and beauty, they focus only on death and dissolution. Their ultimate goal in existence is to destroy all of life, including their own lives. For this reason, if they come across a person capable of astral projection, they may eagerly encourage the person to fight them. They have appeared rather excited to die, expressing that they are only truly satisfied by the idea of absolute non-existence.

What these spirits do: The main thing the tar spirits are notorious for is possession. While many have mistakenly attributed this to demons due to them being falsely labelled as evil, these corrupted human spirits are the actual culprits. In order to further corrupt humanity, tar spirits often target individuals who have allowed their minds to weaken from traumatic experiences. Due to theses peoples’ lack of hope and will-power, they are able to be possessed. However, possession is not obvious as how it is typically portrayed; it tends to be much more subtle. In fact, it is so subtle, that the person who is possessed doesn’t even realize that they are possessed. Once a tar spirit locks onto a weakened individual and goes inside their body, they begin to merge with the person’s spirit; which causes the higher self (the Ba, or soul) to abandon the body. This leaves only the Ka (spirit, or essence) behind, yet the person will not notice the difference.

Once settled, the tar spirit will then begin to attempt at corrupting the person by influencing their mind to do malicious things such as abuse their children/spouse, commit murders, rape, become a cannibal, etc. Sometimes, the tar spirit may have their human only do specific things and not go overboard since they have a set goal; other times, they may try to do as much evil as possible. Though this does not mean that every abuser or serial killer is possessed, but many of them are. If the person surrenders to these impulses fed by the tar spirit (which they usually do), the individual will become thoroughly corrupted and there will be no turning back. Yet if the individual is exceptionally strong and can use their will-power to fight against these urges, they will not be corrupted; though this very rarely happens. Sometimes, the tar spirit can be banished in time to save the person before they become corrupted or before their higher self leaves, but if the tar spirit remains for too long, the person will remain evil even if the tar spirit is banished.

Once the possessed individual no longer serves any use to the tar spirit, it will jump out of the body and go into the next weakened victim. Some things they often do are possess parents who they inspire to abuse their children, allowing the tar spirit to then possess the weakened child and make them an abuser as well. Many other times, they make someone a serial killer only to abandon them afterwards, causing the person to realize the totality of their crimes and commit suicide. Tar spirits also often attack other entities as well, trying to either harm them or devour their children. Another common thing tar spirits do is pretend to be a deity, demon, or some either type of spirit in order to seduce an unsuspecting human who contacts spirits. If the human falls for their tactics and is seduced, the tar spirit will have sex with their astral body in order to breed with them. They don’t actually care to have children, but do this in order to have greater numbers of their kind, allowing them to corrupt as many people as possible.

Ways to recognize a tar spirit: The obvious way would be to use your astral sight to see them, or if you happen to smell their tar (which has a very foul odor). However, since these spirits are extremely deceptive, they often disguise themselves as different types of beings (such as deities) in order to earn trust. To recognize when you are dealing with a tar spirit in disguise, stay aware of these common tactics they utilize:

A supposed deity, demon, angel, etc. tries to convince you to marry or have sex with them when you hardly even know them. Tar spirits routinely manipulate unsuspecting humans into reproducing for them, or even forcing themselves upon others.

They tell you that you are very special and not like other people (they may say you’re a god, you have a special destiny above others, you are their own prophet, etc.)

They don’t let you speak/work with other spirits

They may try to convince you to leave your close friends or lie about friends trying to betray you

They try to convince you that your negative habits/emotions should be embraced

They are toxic and manipulative towards you in general

How to banish tar spirits: Even though they are capable of causing great damage, tar spirits are quite weak unless, of course, they are accompanied by many others. One can astral project by focusing on opening their astral eyes and then summoning astral fire to engulf the spirit. When quickly projecting like this, it is common for a beginner to not be able to see anything in the astral, but visualizing your actions is key; as long as you do this, you have a good chance at succeeding. You can also request help from a deity or you can listen to specific spiritual chants that are sung at a certain vibrancy that tar spirits hate. One of these chants is the Tibetan Yamantaka Terminator of Death; when played out loud, any tar spirits in the area will leave. If a person is possessed, they need to be ritually exorcised in any way that works (an experienced practitioner of magick can force out the tar spirit and use a blessed athame to destroy it).

#tar spirits #cacodaemons #malevolent spirits #evil spirits #spirit work #spirit safety #banishment #possession

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superwings-cultural · 2 months

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Traditions and Events: The Dragon Dance - China

The Dragon Dance (local name being 舞龍, or wǔ lóng) is a traditionnal and ancient performal dance practiced in Chinese culture, as the same way as the Lion Dance (more infos about it there), it is more often see during festivities, like the Lunar New Year. This dance is performed by a team of expert dancers, manipulating a giant dragon figure, the dance team simulates the imagined movements of this river spirit in a sinuous, undulating manner.

The dragon dance is, as said earlier, often performed during Chinese New Year. Chinese dragon is an important symbol of China's culture, and they are believed to bring good luck to people, therefore the longer the dragon is in the dance, the more luck it will bring to the community. The dragons are believed to possess qualities that include great power, dignity, fertility, wisdom and auspiciousness. The appearance of a dragon is both fearsome and bold but it has a benevolent disposition, and it was an emblem to represent imperial authority. The movements in a performance traditionally symbolize the power and dignity of the dragon.

The origin of the Dragon Dance was most set during the Han Dynasty, were multiples texts described different form of dances, mostly associated with rain. According to a Han dynasty texts, these rituals was made to call two dragon deities: Yinglong and Shenlong, who each one bring rain and wind for the people.

There is also others form of dances involving these creatures, more as a popular and entertainment form. One of theses examples is the Baixi (百戲), when there are dancers called "mime people" dressed up as various creatures, including the dragon, and also a fish-dragon creature, mentionned in those dances. However, theses Ancient dances does not reflect the modern dragon Dance, stated in the illustration stones from the Han period.

Objects like dragon lanterns (龍燈) and figures are also disposed for the dance preparations, the lanterns are carried long the path the dance is mostly held.

The dragon is a long serpentine body formed of a number of sections on poles, with a dragon head and a tail. It is assembled by joining the series of hoops on each section and attaching the ornamental head and tail pieces at the ends. Traditionally, dragons were constructed of wood, with bamboo hoops on the inside and covered with a rich fabric, however in the modern era lighter materials such as aluminium and plastics have replaced the wood and heavy material.

The normal length and size of the body recommended for the dragon is 34 metres (110 ft) and is divided into nine major sections. The distance of each minor (rib-like) section is 35 cm (14 in) apart; therefore, the body has 81 rings. Many may also be up to 15 sections long, and some dragons are as long as 46 sections. Occasionally, dragons with far more sections may be constructed in Chinese communities around the world to produce the longest dragon possible, since part of the myth of the dragon is that the longer the creature, the more luck it will bring.

Historically the dragon dance may be performed in a variety of ways with different types and colours of dragon. Green is sometimes selected as a main colour of the dragon, which symbolizes a great harvest. Other colours include: yellow, symbolizing the solemn empire; gold or silver, symbolizing prosperity; red, representing excitement. The dragon's scales and tail are mostly beautiful silvery and glittery to create a joyous atmosphere.

The dragon dance is performed by a skilled team whose job is to bring the motionless puppet body to life. The correct combination and proper timing of the different parts of the dragon are very important to make a successful dance.

The patterns of the dragon dance are choreographed according to the skills and experiences acquired by the performers. Some of the patterns of the dragon dance are "Cloud Cave", "Whirlpool", tai chi pattern, "threading the money", "looking for pearl", and "dragon encircling the pillar". The movement "dragon chasing the pearl" shows that the dragon is continually in the pursuit of wisdom.

The Dragon Dance is one of the most popular practice in the world that competion performances have been organized, those events have stricts rules involving the dragon movements and the routine performance. It is also performed in others countries, mostly in Asia like Japan, Vietnam and Indonesia.

#super wings #super wings cultural #cultural festival #cultural traditions #festival #cultural event #traditions

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sophegg · 2 years

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Okay. So. In light of Ranboo’s coming out, there have been a lot of interesting posts on here discussing the whole “there were so many hints” part of it all. And a lot of them make some really great points! But something that I think is missing from the conversation that is the best way to frame judgement of whether or not behavior crosses the line:

Treat creators like you would treat a real person IRL.

Looking at someone on the street and casually going “haha gay” or “with those pants, she could only be straight” in your head or to your friend who is walking with you? Totally normal, harmless, we do it all the time and it doesn’t hurt anyone

Going up to someone on the street and saying “you look like you’re gay, are you?”? Very weird, you would never do it, super invasive

Observing a general pattern of behavior in someone you know well, such as “wow Joe makes a suspiciously high number of gay jokes, I suspect that he’s not totally straight?”? I have done this myself, it’s normal to notice patterns of behavior in people we spend a lot of time with, and our brains naturally draw conclusions based on said patterns

Making a list meticulously cataloging a pattern of behavior in someone you know well, like every time they’ve made a gay joke or spoken about gay rights? Very weird, you would never do it, super invasive

Based on a series of factors, suspecting something about someone you know well’s sexuality and talking casually to and joking with others who know the person about your shared suspicions? As long as the “series of factors” don’t involve 95 theses stapled to anyone’s door, seeing if other people feel the same way as you do is totally natural, humans are social creatures who like to share and compare opinions

Based on a series of factors, suspecting something about someone you know well’s sexuality and trying to convince others that you are correct and they should think this too? Very weird, you would never do it, super invasive

These “non weird” examples are all things that I have done IRL, and don’t feel even slightly bad about. Heck, when I came out and had people go “oh yeah I suspected that bc of x” I wasn’t like “oh that’s so weird that they were paying attention and suspecting I wasn’t straight,” I was just like “haha fair.” And for the record, “someone you know well” doesn’t necessarily have to be a friend — you probably know a lot about your coworkers, for instance, regardless of if you like them, and when I’ve mentioned my sexuality to coworkers and had them say that they did or didn’t see it coming because of xyz, that still wasn’t weird, even when we weren’t really friends.

CCs are not our friends, but they also aren’t strangers — we do still know a lot about them, for better or for worse. Comparing them to how we treat coworkers or maybe a friend of a friend that we know the gossip on but aren’t personally close with might be most accurate for these kind of “is it weird to…” thought experiments. It is not weird to notice things and have assumptions about people, irl or online, as long as you are not paying excessive attention to the thing or talking about it incessantly and truly believing you are correct and others should agree with you. To summarize: if you have a theory about a CCs sexuality, it should be just a casual opinion, based on general observations, and you cannot care too much about whether or not those are correct. It’s okay to notice things and it’s okay to have Thoughts based on those things, but not okay to assume that your Thoughts are correct or to try and find out if they are, because the TRUTH of it isn’t your business.

#i’m kinda nervous to post this one #i’m afraid i missed something that i should’ve addressed to best explain my theory #so tell me if i did and i will try and explain better!#discourse #i guess #ranboo #my post

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crybabytoy59 · 3 years

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Resignation of fate .

Pt2.

I was taken back by Mistress Mummy asking me to Open Wide that I was going to be gagged? As I already was gagged with her soiled pants...?

As I looked at Nanny Bee she was holding a small bowl with something pink in it?

But I could not see what it was due to my new pink clouded lenses !

Mistress Mummy lifted a bit from the bowl pushing two fingers from her right hand she pushed in what felt like warm wax ? With her other free hand, pushing very firmly more & more into the space making my cheek bulge outward...the other side got the same treatment, then she lifted more pushing it between my teeth teasing it just over my teeth on the inside causing a ridge around them,this she did to the other side Also!

Nanny Bee handed her a long steel spike with a hollow end that was turned over to make a steel ring ? This she pushed Deeply into the wax TIL only the steel ring was projecting from the pink wax just at the corner of my mouth..

Next she pushed in a second pin to my left cheek wax....It seemed to be heating up ?...

As Mistress Mummy stood smiling at me she rubbed my cheek....

“Clever girlie Crybaby that’s good your almost there....Well done Baby Girlie !!....Say Ga’Ga for us Crybaby (Mistress Mummy was pulling out her soiled pants....

They both giggled....”Loudly as you can Baby Ga’Ga !!”.... Mistress Mummy patted my baby Dolly face, the wax had gone solid in my mouth, wedging it Open perfectly !! ..“Good baby nice quiet Crybaby that’s lovely ! let’s continue our preparations over at your bench”

All that had assed from my new oral tunnel was a Deep low sounding Ga’Ga....like some sort of creature in distress....

As I was turned waddling at the size of the Bulk between my legs ! Through the pink haze I could see a black bondage H-frame at the ready, all manner of straps hanging from it ! Also I could see a table with lots of items I just couldn’t make out !

But from my previous visits to Jessica I knew theses to be punishment items as she would always lay them out for me to see telling me how many I would receive from what items, she had brought to use on me that day !...This would often scare Me given I knew Jessica loved to truly use sadistic punishment as a Training method !

As they bent me over working around me I could smell them both pant less! The sex smell in the air unmissable....I was in for a long session as when Mistress Jess had gotten in this aroused a state once before ? That was what had led to my confessions during my submission outburst while I sobbed blurting out my inner feelings openly without a moment of hesitation.....

Mistress Mummy was tingling All over yes indeed she was going to take Crybaby back to that place at her WKD hand...but this evening she would do it with her best friend Bee.

Jessica & Bee had been friends since university a true friendship that had grown over the years....But only recently had Jessica told her of the bdsm lifestyle she led...A female led relationship with men for her financial gain...

Bee was quite taken back but not surprised given her friends Dominant personally.....So many nights chatting & Bee watching Jessica at work (Jess would blindfold her slaves & let Bee sit quietly to watch as she did her “Thing to the Slave”.....

When Jessica had mentioned she was going to take on something very special in her life Jessica was stunned by how very keen Bee was to have a part in the use of this submissive man...to remodel him completely...not a few kinky hours then return to the big world....No Jessica wanted to actually have an Adult baby, but also asexual pain Toy for her gratification....Bee had six climaxes at home that evening after Jessica asking for her help with “Crybaby”

Sweat poured from her every pour her legs shaking as she walked to the shower with her juices running down her thighs !

The hot shower was such a relief...she put her head on the glass smiled warmly, then spoke to her self gently...

“Yes Crybaby am going to help you be a Very Special Girlie....Fuck yes you little Pain Toy ...Jessica & I Are going to break you to a three year old ...As you sissy will not have a say in the matter !!l

Dressing for the drive to Jessica’s house Bee couldn’t stop smiling.....

As they bound me tightly to the frame on all fours they pulled my legs far apart behind me, I then heard clicking as my ankles were pulled hard by a pulley system both wider & more taught, my arms were pit to the belt over the small of my back into ball mittens then elbow cuffs added to pull my arms level at my sides"..

Mistress Mummy was unzipping my dress at the back followed by my petticoat, I could now feel the cool air on my back as I did Mistress Mummy started massaging my shoulders it was Devine her soft hands & softer voice enveloped me..

“Clever girlie Crybaby that’s a good Baby Relax....Now lift your headie for us ...that’s it but further back Cutie....Clever girlie just a bit further....Good Baby Hold still !!”

Nanny Bee was fitting some kind of posture collar on me that was holding my head Fully back in this position...I started whimsical pleading noises from my mouth but only gargling muffled sounds came from my new oral tunnel, the pink wax now glistening covered in my saliva as my tongue had probed the new invasion of my oral cavity I had started a chain of running saliva that now was pooling at the front of my mouth slowly spilling over my lower lip down my chin it hung like some obscene thread to my Now reddish face....

Mistress Mummy was massaging more firmly now, “Clever girlie all ready....Let’s get started on your “Transition” let mummy explain...You have it in that silly head of yours that your Big, well am sorry but your not....You are mummy’s Baby Girlie a three year old baby still in her nappies 24/7 who can only converse with the big world through two words Goo’goo & Ga’Ga....All other things will be in Baby signs for everyone to see, this will take time to “Transition” But Nanny Bee & I Are going to simply work on our girlie 24/7 until we have what we want of you ....An Obediently behaved 3year old toddler who will act as such at All times with who ever we choose to Put you with !”

This last part Mistress Mummy had said quite sadistic drawing her words out slowly, she was scary in her delivery of the statement !

The massaging of my shoulders now became painful (A few times in my life after heavy gym sessions I would go for a sports massage they hurt but were great to relive tensions....This ? This was different more painful as Mistress Mummy would pick up a muscle then pushing a knuckle up that muscle as if trying to detach it from its tendon, I shrieked out a painful yelp, but she ignored me doing a different muscle !

Nanny pulled up a stool at my face lifted a long black rubber lace she spoke to me..

“Now Baby As Mistress Mummy gives you your nice massaging I want you to look at me ! No closing those cute eyes !...Clever girlie Crybaby “

She pushed the rubber up my nose ! “Swallow Babyslave...Do it Swallow for Nanny !”

As I did she put long pliers into my oral tunnel withdrawing the rubber lace ! I could feel it sliding down my nasal passage!But she was not through yet..lifting the other end she put it up my left nostril...Again she barked at me !

“Swallow Babyslave !....My my what a Clever girlie you are !”

I suddenly pulled at my bonds to no avail as Mistress Mummy put a knuckle Deep into the tissues in my lower back pushing up the side for my spine the pain was incredible !...with her free hand she smacked my thigh with such force it lift a red hand print under my tight ! “Look at Nanny ! Don’t you Dare close your eyes Baby will only close her eyes when told to ! pardon Crybaby!”

Ga’Ga...Staring right at Nanny I knew better than to disobey Jessica !

“Clever girlie Crybaby that’s much better Don’t have mummy tell you Again !...Ok Nanny feeding time I think then Baby can show us how good she can be under pressure”

They both giggled at this ?

Mistress Mummy had a dummy with a black lower jaw mask that buckled around the head, but that was not what made me start welling up !

It was the 3” round 5” long cock teat ! With the open pee slit clearly visible...

This mummy pushed all the way in making me gag slightly as it went to the back of my mouth touching my throat !.....

Mistress Mummy knelt down at my face...

“Ok Princess Swallow slow & in time ok ? (Ga’Ga) Clever Baby We love manners, just do What You are Told..When you are Told & Everything will be fine don’t fight us Crybaby!!”

Suddenly something started oozing from the cock teat !! To the back of my throat but I couldn’t swallow with my mouth held open & so full...Mummy kissed my forehead..

“Just relax listen to Mummy....just open your throat & it will happen...Aawww Look Nanny Baby is shedding her Very first tears for us !...Relax Baby let it happen...Clever girlie Crybaby that’s the way !!”

As my throat had filled I thought they were going to choke me but my throat simply relaxed & the fluid slid down my throat...slowly a rhythm stared as again mummy kissed my forehead..

“Clever girlie you keep swallowing that down for us as we get a few things ready, As you have been such a good Baby so far Mummy is going to let you smell how pleased she is with you !”

At that Jessica lifted her short skirt revealing she indeed had No underwear, she popped her skirt over my bonnet putting her sex inches from my nose...The smell was Devine as I now made suckling noises drinking the formula....

I heard Nanny giggle....”My my Mistress Mummy I think Baby like the smell of sexiness....That’s a Clever girlie Crybaby make cute baby sounds for us but Loudly Baby So we can hear properly sweetheart !!!”

They both laughed as I made more of an effort to sound like a nursing Baby !!!!!!

I could now feel my tummy swelling up due to the amount of formula I had consumed, at that mummy lent over me taking my nipples gently “Clever girlie Crybaby that’s it louder though Baby ! (Ugg...Ugg...Ugg...) Clever girlie Crybaby each time we have you Swallow Baby will make these noises as loud as she can, so everyone can hear our girlie swallowing !! Just a bit more your almost there princess ! Clever girlie baby!! All done !”

Mistress Mummy stepped off my face...her disappearing smell brought genuine baby whimpers...”Aawww Cutie That was just a wee treat...Now Crybaby has to be very clever for us ...Ok Baby?

(Ga’Ga....) Now Crybaby If your a brave girlie for us mummy will give you one of her special “Cuddles” would my baby like that? ( Ga’Ga) Ok Now Crybaby you know they are only for when you truly Breakdown for mummy, if she sees that baby is trying to fake her Breakdown ? baby Will be left alone after her Breakdown is that clear ? (Ga’Ga)...Clever girlie Let’s get on then !”

Mistress Mummy lifted a flogger running it over my back she raised it high then with one stroke flogged right over my back !

As she flogged me Nanny had a strange looking clear plastic ball large like a beach ball but as she got closer it seemed to have an oval hole ?

As I gasped from mummy’s flogging she pushed it onto my face over my bonnet, pulling a zip down the rear held it in place...she then spoke..

“Now Crybaby I want you to be ever so good & Take a nice Deep Breath for us Baby Girlie!”.....Mistress Mummy had stopped flogging me ?...

“Keep looking at me Baby...Now you will not bring up your feed...No matter what Mistress Mummy meters out....That formula stays down do you understand?

..(Ga’Ga) Thwack !!!!....

I screamed as mummy belted me in my lower back !

She then barked at me as the pain subsided...”Deep Breath Crybaby Pain Toy !”

Thwack !!.....As I jerked in the bondage frame, I suddenly felt slightly nauseous....O’god No I was struggling to hold down my formula !!...just six strokes on my back later a white hot jet hit the ball out of the tunnel over & over ...I burst out crying as I knew what lay ahead....Jessica would be genuinely angry I had disobeyed a direct command from Nanny.......

I was Not wrong !......”Crybaby what were you told ? To keep your formula down ...So our baby girlie is going to show us disobedience ? Let’s show Crybaby what happens when she disobey’s us Nanny !”....

They each lifted a wooden paddle patting the back of my thigh!

Deep Fucking Breath Pain Toy !!!!!.....

Thwack..Thwack..Thwack Thwack. !!!!!!!!!!!

As they both paddled me a Maid entered the room dressed in my old pink uniform! She was quite Tell & very cute, as I jerked with each blow for some reason I couldn’t take my eyes off this girl wishing she would come closer as the pink haze would not let me see her fully...

My spanking suddenly picked up pace & ferocity !

I hollowed wildly from the tunnel Gagging tears now streaming from me...

Mistress Mummy rubbed my cheek Clever girlie Crybaby that’s the way let it All Out there is No shame here we all know you want to cry so very badly !

Is mummy wrong ? (Go’go) Clever Baby...Ok Maid Stefi Come here please & comfort Crybaby”

The pink maid stepped up bent down to kiss my cheek then started French kissing my mouth ..probing with her tongue on mine !

Sobbing now she stood up in front of me lifting her dress..

Maid Stefi was a transsexual her member fully erect was now passing into my mouth !

Mistress Mummy barked at me “Right Crybaby use your baby tongue on Maid Stefi ! Mummy wants you to moan like a sissy baby in heat for cock !”

They all giggled as I moaned gagging for air as Maid Stefi started a slow skull fuck of my baby face ! Holding my ballon ball head pumping it in time forcefully with her hip thrusts !

“Clever girlie Crybaby suck hard here it comes ! Swallow cock sucker ! Yes Crybaby Swallow All my gift !....AAhhhhhhh Yes ....AAAhhhhhh fuck yes Crybaby!”

I passed out ...there voices fading into the distance......

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double-threnody · 4 years

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Aetherochemistry

Ae•ther•o•chem•is•try noun

Definition:

The branch of science that deals with the identification of energies of which aether is composed; the investigation of their properties and the ways they interact, combine, and change

The composition and aspect of a substance or phenomenon

Plural noun: aetherochemistries

“The aetherochemistry of a thaumaturgical ignition”

Good afternoon, everyone.

I would like to thank all of you in attendance for this opportunity to present to you today. Several lifelong dreams of mine have been fulfilled just by my presence here atop this podium. I see quite a few familiar faces amongst the crowd tonight, faces attached to names I recognize from a not-insignificant number of my texts, primers, and the many, many theses that have formed the backbone of my own research. It is an honor.

Some of you may be confused; as thrilling as this is, I hold no delusions over my own fame. The reason that I was invited before you tonight involves perhaps the least-respected and most-reviled field of aetherochemical study: the Void, and what is wrong with it.

Ah-hah. Yes, I see you there, sir, already edging toward the door. Minister...Tadasu, was it? I quite enjoyed your theories on our star’s ‘astral vents’ and their purported effects upon the fauna of the Ruby Sea. No, no; go on. I simply wished to express my admiration for your contributions to the field of science before you scuttled away. Yes, goodbye.

Now that the cowards are gone. Good afternoon, everyone. My name is Sarangerel of the Kogane Khotgor, daughter of the Nameless Tribes. I see some of your looks from up here; please, spare me your empty apologies. I am well aware of what you think of me and my kind. Let us do something productive and fruitful in the time we have together, shall we? So, on the topic of my presentation:

The Void. The Dark Star. The world beyond the wall, from which -- if you listen closely -- you may just hear the faintest scratching. Our star, as we all know, is a warped and twisted thing, but it continues its hurtling path throughout the greater void of the cosmos in relative peace despite the scars we and those before us have inflicted upon it. Aetherochemically speaking, our star is remarkably well-balanced in aspect and intensity: barring some few gouges within the landscape, typically sites of previous calamities, all elemental aspects are reflected within the breath of our world. Passive and active, umbral and astral, all energies are accounted for and can be found, sensed, or channeled in nearly any environment. Constant transformation and adaptation help to maintain this balance, and by any measurable definition, our star’s aether has remained almost entirely unchanged throughout recorded history.

Not so for her shadow, the Void. I need not regale you all with the tales of the creatures who, on occasion, tear their way through the fabric that separates us when it is made flimsy. You have heard plenty, I am sure. Ghost stories, tales of monsters and demons and wrathful, infectious phenomena that appear with little warning. Some of you may be wondering why a biologist is not speaking on these topics -- and why I bother to mention them at all -- but to answer the first question, that is because these creatures belong beneath the umbrella of aetherochemical stratification. Voidkin, as we know them, are almost entirely composed of the aether that saturates and swells their star. Very few of them have an observable physical form, and even those are simply the cloaks they wrap themselves in to walk our star and enact their dark works. A comfortable set of boots and gloves, if you will, spun from the raw energies of creation that they *bathe* in behind their wall.

The Void, you see, is a bloated tumor of umbral energies. It swells with power, condensed and chaotic, and it is always growing. Always...spreading. Metastasizing. Like an illness. Voidkin are the natural spawn of such an affliction, and they spread out from their point of origin on the hunt for greater sources of aether from which to feed. You have heard tales, I expect, of the voracity of the monsters from another world. They are drawn to places with riotous energy, cataclysmic events, horrible catastrophes, and when they emerge as wet and howling newborns into our world, their first instinct is to feed.

Why do they feed? No known Voidkin exhibits a digestive process, not such as we have seen. Most have no true physical or biological needs; they can survive almost indefinitely without air, water, or nourishment. They feed, you see, to steal the aether of another star and bring it back. Back to their own festering plane.

The most basic properties of aether manipulation dictate that aether can be neither created nor destroyed; it can only be changed. From one aspect to another, from one polarity to its opposite, aether is a constant and only its form is mutable. For this reason I posit that the monsters of the Void hunger merely to feed their star’s insatiable growth, and to further weaken our own.

Professors Bolkot and Itagaki, if you would be so kind as to escort your colleague out. Please, it is no trouble. I am certain that he is simply unwell; too long from that bracing Hannish air, no doubt. Thank you.

Our crowd thins and still we grow no closer to the solution to what is a growing problem. The threat posed by the Void is difficult to grasp, but its effects can be seen. Felt. Like a poison, it saps our world of its heart. That is a poor analogy, excuse me. It is like a disease. A parasite. As it feeds, it grows stronger, and its growth comes at the direct cost of our health. So, to the only solution we are afforded: how are we, those few proud souls who might aspire to act as our star’s immune system, supposed to protect this world from a threat so great and terrible?

Ask any chirurgeon in attendance, my friends. How best do you treat a cancer?

It must be cut out.

Recorded dictation of ‘Sarangerel Khotgor,’ guest of the Othard Aetherical Research Collective during their sixty-seventh annual summit.

#ffxiv #ffxiv rp #Sarangerel #The Void #writing #Just Ancient History

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fouralignments · 4 years

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Ideas (mutli-chapter) that I don’t know what to do with, but they do lean on the Cherik side of things, however it isn’t the main focus of the story, but it is a tension within the stories; its more of Erik and Charles of being parents and that’s how their love for one another comes out. Pietro is a big part of theses stories. Again, I do not mind writing Cherik, but its more family focused.

Merman! AU Still have powers: After the many battles and years of fighting Shaw leading to exile and banishment from the sea, Erik and Charles have finally mated and ready to raise their young together. Charles gives birth to their son Pietro, born with sliver hair, blessed by the moon; an omen that Pietro will be a powerful mer. Charles breaks with mer tradition, where the mother has to wait four hours to give time to rest and bond with the baby, before the mate can come in; because giving birth without pain mediation is very painful and is a trial in of itself. Doing their part in the tradition, have to swim how many years, months, and days, that the couple has been together and get their and their partners’ magical items or weapons blessed at two separate shrines, before coming back to have them bless together, thus interconnecting them. For Erik its a trident and Charles its a cuff bracelet. All within 48-60 hours, before they can see their mate and child. Charles swims out with Pietro in hand out of the highly guarded sanctuary, Mer with low population guard their newly born, to meet with Erik, who he know is exhausted and he also wants to take some of Erik’s burden. Unlike other aquatic creatures, Merbabies are completely helpless and cannot swim. The young couples go to small islands where mangrove trees or reefs are located and warmer waters for five years to train their young to swim and mer culture and tradition.

However, a great storm picks up and the undertow nearly sweeps him away and ocean debris injuries him. Charles almost loses grip of Pietro and he cannot find shelter and safety; so taking a risk he goes to the surface for a safe place to keep Pietro safe. Where he finds a fishing boat and places Pietro there until the storm subsides and rolls over the area. Charles goes back down to find shelter area for himself, but a huge undertow hurtles him into large rock and his dorsal fin is crushed and is knocked out. Erik finds Charles, weak and injured, asking where their son is. Charles tells him. Erik goes to surface to see that the fishing boats are gone along with their son. The two are devastated, but Erik looks again and swims out for quite some time, but is too exhausted. Charles wants them. Erik points out that they are both exhausted and injured; should search once fully healed.

At the underwater city’s healer chambers, the head healer says: Charles will never be as fast as a swimmer as he used to be and can longer steer and must go through rehabilitation to recenter his swimming technique to a more upper body and arm strength. The two are called to elder council, where they are told that they cannot go after their son because it would draw too much suspension the human government will be searching the area, so the entire pod has to migrate earlier than expected. Must wait sixteen years, the time when mer abilities start showing and Erik and Charles can take their son back; however there is a particular clause saying in order for Pietro to have mer form, he has to accept his heritage and want to have it, so even if he touches their water, ocean water, he won’t turn and get a tail.

On the surface, Pietro was adopted by Magda, who raised Pietro as her own after her daughter’s tragic death. Pietro loves his adopted mother. Pietro is the miracle child in the small coastal town. But, he is also the town hero as the male varsity swimming team captain has taken the high school swim team to many championship and won; his swim times are getting him recognized by the Olympics; many D1 colleges with men’s swimming programs like Stanford, Harvard, Princeton, Yale, University of Michigan, and University of Florida are looking at recruiting him; he gets interviews on the local news stations and radio. But Pietro is miserable and he hates the attention and this even gets scammers and unscrupulous people claiming to be his birth parents because everyone wants a piece of him and not the real him; Pietro is coming to a point where he despises swimming and doesn’t find it fun anymore. Pietro has to deal with the added stress of Magda of being chronically ill with a disease that the doctors cannot explain and came out of nowhere. In addition, after finally completing her Bachelor's degree; the college wants her to retake classes, pay bills that were already paid, and force her to take more classes and an internship, which she cannot get; so the college will not award her degree. The un-explainable and unexpected repairs to the house, pipes bursting, water heater, and flooding.

So Pietro is forced to find work; but much to the persuasion of Shaw. Pietro is fired from his summer job or refused his application, until he is corralled into working for Shaw, again. Pietro is taking notice, but he hasn’t put all the pieces together. Pietro wants to confront Shaw with all of his connections find a job for his mother that isn’t so strenuous on her. Much of the time, when he works for Shaw for the Summer, unlike other interns: he goes to executive meetings, he goes to the courthouse, goes to client meetings, parties, lets him listen in on phone-calls, often go on lunch together; he acts more like Shaw’s personal assistant. Shaw doesn’t let him go until late, which worries his mother. However, Shaw gives him a massive amount of money, so Pietro feels indebted to this man, even though his gut is telling him that something is very wrong in this dynamic and to get away from Shaw.

However Shaw, despite his banishment actually became more powerful, upon hearing this (Pietro being the miracle baby and found in the middle of the ocean) becomes the wealthy benefactor of the town with his law firm and political connections. Being a Mer himself, he highly suspects that Pietro is a Mer and with his sliver hair its almost assured that he is. Wants Pietro’s powers for himself and isn’t going to make the same mistake that he did with Erik; catch more flies with honey than with vinegar. But after a confrontation with Erik and Charles, Shaw learns that Pietro is their son; making his revenge all the more sweeter, but he always had a feeling that Pietro was his mortal enemy’s son.

Erik and Charles has their work cut out for them. But, they need to learn the ways of humanity and the rules that stop them outright from killing Shaw, where if they did they would never see their son again or the ocean. Shaw’s latest plan is to gain custody over Pietro and eventually conservatorship, when Pietro is a legal adult. So, Erik, Charles, and Magda must learn to work together to save Pietro, while Erik and Charles, being total strangers to their son have to reconnect with them and deal the hardships and trials that face them.

And somehow, Erik is will be Jewish, somehow. I am still trying to figure that out.

But this is basically the first two chapters and the general premise of the novel.

Thoughts? Ideas? Comments? Suggestions? Feedback would be appreciated because I don’t really write Cherik all that much and how I enjoy it is much more family orientated and that’s how their love comes out for one another. But, trust me there is going to be a lot of Dadneto and Charles has parents.

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Good Omens Fic Recs: Pre-TV Classics Masterlist

The Good Omens fandom has been around for 30 years. While it was quite small, many of the fanfics it generated were of remarkably high quality. With all the new fics being written since the show came out, I thought I’d take a moment to write about my favourite pre-tv show fics, because I’ve been waiting for chance to do this, and I think theses fics and their authors deserve some more recognition

Ordinary People by Daegaer

Human AU. Lonely, repressed Ezra hires Tony to repaint his bookshop.

I love this one SO MUCH!!! This fic is always the first one I think of when asked for a favourite (followed by The Walls, the Wainscot and the Mouse).

I read this fic every couple of years, and I relate to Ezra more than I care to admit. His defensive, procrasctinating, and self-sabotaging thought processes, and the fact that he’s already thinking of ways to say no to a shot at happiness because he can’t stand the thought of being rejected, all of this just hit a nerve with me because I’ve done the exact same thing. So many times. Ezra is so like me it’s painful.

Fave quote: “Take a chance, Ezra. It might make you happy” (This line gives me life! I swear, I fall in love with Tony every time I read this bit)

This is a human AU fic, so if you’re not into that, may I recommend that you read ...

Anything but Ordinary (Ordinary People Remix) by Cimorene

This Ordinary People but without the human AU

Written from Crowley’s POV. After the Armageddidn’t, Crowley is spending so much time in Aziraphale’s bookshop, people mistake for being one of the owners. Annoyed, Crowley thinks that if people are going to think this, then the bookshop needs a new paint job to suit his style.

A Better Place and The Walls, Wainscot and the Mouse by @irisbleufic

Domestic fluff fics about Crowley and Aziraphale new life sharing a cottage on the South Downs (I will be eternally grateful to irisbleufic for asking this question and to Neil Gaiman for giving this answer)

Now part of the massive 200,000+ word Crown of Thorns ‘verse, I read these two fics when they were still stand-alone stories and absolutely love the domestic fluff. I read these fics whenever I want to slow down and feel warm and fuzzy. I’ve also read a bit of the CoT verse, which is a bit darker than the two chapters i just recced (I’ll always prefer fluff over angst). However, all of irisbleufic’s other works are beautifully written and extremely thoughtful, so I’m definitely going back for a second attempt!

Other fics by the same author that I highly recommend are Regulars (how other people see Crowley and Az) and Creature Comforts (from the CoT ‘verse, contains my absolute favourite headcanon, beachcomber!crowley)

Be Ye Therefore Merciful by AmberDiceless

Crowley saves Aziraphale from being shot in the Middle East. However, the bullets are laced with Holy Water, so Aziraphale faces down Death himself so keep him from taking Crowley

Written all the way back in 2005, it’s kind of hilarious that it predicted tv!crowley’s tendency to save tv!aziraphale. Can be read as platonic or pre-relationship

I love this fic for Aziraphale’s characterisation. book!Az is as polite as tv!Az, but he is by no means a fool and can be quietly stubborn, and downright rebellious when he needs to be. This fic really shows off this side of his character nicely

A Precise and Accurate History of Monday, 11 years Later by Giddy Geek

A straight-up sequel to the book that mimics Pratchett/Gaiman’s style very well. Az and Crowley move to America to take a break after the Apocalypse, and slowly let themselves fall in love. When they return to Lower Tadfield to visit their godson 11 years later, they learn what free will is all about

I think I have a thing for pining and unresolved romantic tension tropes. Again it’s the last act of the fic that I love the most. The tension between Az and Crowley, as well as Az’s uncertainty about their relationship after certain revelations are made is heartbreaking and beautifully written

Manchester Lost by moczo (aka Aisene on ao3)

This fic is funny! Basically a sequel to the book, with Hell deciding to have another go at the Apocalypse

Gabriel, Michael, Uriel, and Raphael are main characters, with Raphael being Aziraphale’s adoptive father. It’s because of this fic that I’m not that into the Raphael!crowley headcanons that have popped up of late. It’s a great theory and really fun to read the meta about, but Aziraphale and Raphael’s relationship in this fic is so cute that I’m rather attached to it

Bear in mind that this fic was written in 2009, when Glee was huge and Don’t Stop Believing was making a comeback. I’m currently re-reading this fic, and while it’s still funny, the pop-cultural references are a bit out-of-date. Gabriel, Michael and Uriel are also completely different characters to what they are on the show

All in all, it’s a funny, light little fic that doesn’t take itself seriously and is a great antidote to anyone who has decided to read The Sacred and the Profane (trigger warning on TSatP, it is a dark!fic and there is no happy ending. It’s basically Good Omens’ equivalent of Grave of Fireflies)

Falling Rain by aria

Aziraphale and Crowley survive the Great Flood by hiding out on Noah’s Ark. Pre-Arrangement, this fic is written more from Crowley’s POV and explores his confusion as to why this silly little angel hasn’t killed him yet

One of the first fics I ever read, when the Noah’s Ark scene popped up in the the tv show, I yelled out “I’ve read that fic!”

Everything That Rises Must Converge by aja

Cute little fic (it’s only 1389 words) about Az and Crowley trying to sit on fences and meeting in the middle

To be honest, the only reason I’m reccing this fic is for the absolutely inspired joke about the rabbi in the footnotes

Traditions by UseTheForceEm (NSFW)

SMUT WARNING (but boy is it good smut)

Crowley gets drunk after Hell gives him a birthday as reward for the Spanish Inquisition. One thing leads to another and he and Aziraphale have sex. They then decide to make this a yearly birthday tradition.

How is it possible for two characters to have so much sexual tension while actually having sex? Is there such a thing as URT (Unresolved Romantic Tension)? This fic answers those questions.

Why do I love this fic? Because it’s hot 😂 While most of the smut is in the first chapter, it’s the epilogue in the 2nd chapter that I re-read the most. The tension between the two is almost painful, and it’s fascinating to watch them dance around each other.

The Internal Rhyme Series by Quantum_Witch and Vulgarweed, art by Quantum_ Witch (NSFW)

This series follows Az and Crowley throughout history. UST and smut ensues

Amid the Sacred Wreck is set during 794 AD. Crowley is masquerading as a Viking who raids a monastery where Aziraphale is monk (NSFW)

Breathless Mouths May Summon is set during the Crusades. Insanely hot smut happens in the second chapter. Contains the, frankly, amazing line “Ride me as if all the spirits of the Underworld were behind you,” (obviously NSFW)

The Phoenix and the Turtle (A Metaphysical Romance) is set during Elizabethan times. I actually can’t remember what happens in this part but thought I’d add it for the sake of completion

Living Arrangements by Afrai (who also wrote The Sacred and the Profane)

Heaven turns Aziraphale into a human as punishment for preventing Armegeddon. It isn’t until the end that Crowley realises that he was punished as well

This fic is one of Afrai’s lesser known works. Personally, I prefer this one to TSatP. It had me sobbing at the end in a way TSatP never did

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