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ourolite2 · 2 months
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꒰꒰ CONCEPT.ㅤ some lovely general headcanons with even lovelier jihane and a few lovely honorable mentions in the midst ! so much lovable energy in the air when jihane's around, no? ꒰꒰ ALLERGY WARNING.ㅤ includes ... yonic massaging, afab!reader, female anatomy mentioned, no she/her prns, no feminine sobriquets, implied insecure y/n, mentions of clitorial orgasms, slight breast play, & eventual fingering.
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੭᱙. metaphysicist!lover who’s a doggy-coded individual who ensures your vitality, welfare, and comfortability, but before that she was simply a flirtatious clerk that didn’t waste much time to evince that she’s extremely drawn to you, desiring at least an ounce of reciprocation, for she believed that she could make you reciprocate your adoration towards her completely.
੭᱙. metaphysicist!lover who never used you for your money, even before the relationship! hence you only bought supplies from her, not to mention that she’s proven the authenticity of her products multiple times with multiple clients. an antique shop that contained metaphysical products isn’t something you see everyday at all, not to mention that the manager is the metaphysician in question. as a beginner spiritualist, you’d rather focus on your journey instead, and she was extremely helpful. you knew you were the utmost comfortable around her, so you didn’t mind coming over incessantly to give her your money, for she advises certain things throughout your purchases to prove that she isn’t there to scam you, but to admire your flourishing.
੭᱙. metaphysicist!lover who thrives off teasing you at times; it’s a guilty pleasure, seeing as she doesn’t seek for your discomfort, but just look at how cute your face looks when you’re flustered by her seemingly guileless acts. such as her mint-bloom chrysoprase-based gemstones entrapping her waist to accentuate the way her hips moved sinuously with each step she took, perhaps the way she rested her shoulders on the surface of the cashier’s desk, the deepening of her mocha-imbued arch displaying itself alongside of the duel dimples just above her low-rise baggy jeans.
“o, this? noting (nothing) to your eye, promotes good business. i’m not entirely reliant on crystals, but you’ve been makin’ a business boom as of lately. i was curious if i could keep you around a lil’ longer? heh, perhaps a few discounts for another one of those seraphic smiles?”
੭᱙. metaphysicist!lover who rambles about their new trinkets towards you, vents to you about the frustrations of her career, or seeks to comfort you in obsequious ways just to ensure your insecurities would wilt incessantly when she praises or touches you. one way to do such is to give you massages after a long day; they’re not 5-star massages, but she does relieve the tension within you, for she touches you like you’re crafted from the most authentic porcelain. it started off with simple hand massages, to feet, to legs, to back, to full body. though, there was one that she was interested in trying out as well, claiming that it would not only mend your comfortability with yourself, but help you wonder what exactly you’re interested in. sexually, of course…
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𑁤 𝐁illows of wispy lavender clouds permeated the air as crystalline pearls of tears rushed in rivulets from the corners of your semi-crinkled eyes, potentially muddling your vision more as the moments glided into saccharine memories. The rapturous scent, followed by a fine layer of honeyed almond oil on your glinting skin, was enough to establish the sedative amenity. The oil in question delved into your pores with the assistance of a sepia-shaded hand amorously kneading into your upper abdominal region, likely wanting to add solace to your kidneys since they’re too connected to the svadhisthana chakra. Your desire levels were having a dispute with your insecurities after all, so as your guide, she felt compelled to mend such sacredly for you.
Her left palm was cuffing your vulva with considerable pressure, gradually circling her hand in a clockwise manner to cause lower levels of stimulation; you’ve came twice from your clit alone, so she didn’t desire to overwhelm you during your first session. Low, rhythmic moans eluded your chamomile-oiled lips, successfully earning a contented smile from the metaphysician who took it as a sign to maintain the preferred pace. Her right hand, which was granting you kidney massages, journeyed down to your waist before bestowing a gentle squeeze upon it, disarmingly alerting you to blink away your blissful tears and look down at her.
“Invite me to your waist, would you?” Jihane’s a gentlewoman at heart, though any woman who is capable of utilizing such an innately beatific, guileless tone for something so puckishly endearing is an individual you may have to keep a close eye on. If you’re not blissed out during the time, that is. Disregarding the possibility, you nodded in affirmation causing her to grasp onto your waist, pulling you down closer to her other palm, (un)intentionally forcing a louder moan from you.
“I can tell your sacral hasn’t been refined in a while, has it? A shame since you’re so divine, but no fret, no fret. ‘Tis what I’m here for, yes?”
You shook your head mindlessly in return as your hips buckled sinuously against her hand, essentially seeking for more friction as her words brought warmth to your inundated lips. Instinctively, she shushed you while massaging your waist a little, but little does she know, or as much as she inferred, it solely stimulated you more, earning more hip rolls against the surface of her palm. Frankly, if this was more of a professional setting, she wouldn’t have given in so easily, but you’re more than just a paying customer, after all. If you haven’t assumed by now, she likes you.
“You’re a renaissance beauty, my beloved,” She proceeded to deify your features with a seraphic smile, one that contained dimples as profound as the deepest depths of the aquatic trenches, one that was also imbued with a plethora of secrets that were made just for you to explore. Your heart tickled pink as she slowly lifted her hand from your pussy, watching the sticky strands of cum extend from the slippery lips and onto the surface. The ardent warmth had little to no time to suffice, for she was already pushing her two fingers inside of you, earning a whimper-resembling moan to reassure her abrupt thoughts.
“A painting encircled in a gold portrait, one with medieval patterns inlaid within. Heh, I must tell my guides about you.”
Tears proceeded to pour endlessly from your eyes as she massaged your G-spot right after finding it with little to no effort. Your back then began to arch off the silky duvets you were lying supine on before she tittered at the heavenly sight, sliding her hand back up your skin to grasp onto one of your breasts once more, squeezing it fondly before kneading into its corpulence. Ridding the professionalism permanently, she crawled close enough so that your leg was between hers, bending over to replace her hand with her lips. Your hand immediately went to the back of her neck as she began lathering your breast with slobber, adorning it with audacious, tender bites.
“Now, sit pretty and enjoy yourself, m’kay?” She insisted breathlessly after taking an appreciative moment to suck on it; it was miraculous that she was capable of multitasking like this, ensuring that you felt your most divine and beautiful during such a vulnerable hour. Even the mere thought of meaning this much to her was enough to excite you in a plethora of new ways. “This is a private session, and I just so happen to be a little free this evening.”
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wheredafandomat · 2 years
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You’re the boss
Loki x female reader: Workplace AU
Part 9
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Steve smiled at you as he walked out, shoulder brushing against yours as you walked in after him, closing the door behind you.
“Loki, what’s the matter?” You asked. Clearing his throat, Loki quickly smiled as he looked up at you, gesturing for you to come closer towards him. You did, walking past his desk and standing next to him. “What happened?”
“Nothing, I’m fine.” He answered, pulling you down to sit in his lap as one arm wrapped around your waist. One of your arms wrapped around the back of his neck as you looked at him. It was strange how natural this felt.
“Are you sure?” You asked, knitting your brows, something was definitely off.
“I’m fine” he lied “Steve just wanted me to go through the final contracts for Roxxon” He smiled, pecking your cheek.
“Argh, I can’t believe I’m halving that account with you.” You scoffed over dramatically.
“What’s wrong with me?” He grinned.
“You’re the worst.” You spoke, kissing him. Loki kissed you back, one of his hands roaming your side as you turned slightly in his hold, almost straddling him. “You should come round after work” you suggested, breaking the kiss “maybe we could have a repeat of last night.” You bit your lip, running your finger up and down Lokis chest. Leaning into him as his hand found your waist, you began kissing his neck causing Lokis grip on you to tighten as he got lost in the sensation. He could get used to this he thought, eyes falling closed until he remembered what Steve had said.
“I’m sorry y/n, but I’m working late tonight.” He said, moving his head back away from you.
“Oh.” You answered, slightly embarrassed as his hand on you fell slack. You looked away from him as you stood up.
“Sorry.”
“No, no worries.” You tried to smile “I’ll just— I’ll just—go.” You giggled awkwardly, heading towards the door before you went back to your desk.
Loki took a deep breath, looking at the place you were just standing. For some reason he felt an unexplainable guilt. He certainly felt bad for pushing you away like that.
When you sat at your desk, you blinked your eyes rapidly trying to stop yourself from crying. You felt stupid as you remembered this perfect morning. You felt so close to Loki, so shrouded by emotions you hadn’t felt in a while as he held you only hours ago only for him to push you away now. You had gotten too in over your head. He was your one night stand, your soon to be boss, not your boyfriend despite the perfect date you had, the perfect flowers he bought you, the perfect sex. He was just an acquaintance not a lover. You quickly closed the tab on your computer with a recipe for a meal you were going to make you and Loki tonight.
Loki finished signing the rest of the Roxxon contracts, finalising all the details for the transfer. He tried to stop himself from thinking about you but he simply couldn’t. His mind kept taking him to the image of you last night. Your skin. The moon. You were exquisite, truly seraphic. He couldn’t predict how he’d feel about you in the future after that Saturday night in the club. You were supposed to be a one night thing, something done under the guise of alcohol consumption, low lights and music, not someone he found himself falling for. He was in way over his head here.
You decided to eat out for lunch after seeing Loki making his way towards the kitchen. You couldn’t, you just couldn’t face him. Not after how rejected you felt despite you both being nothing beyond friends with benefits. Were you even friends? You stood up, making your way towards the elevator.
“Y/n.” Loki called when he saw you walking past. You ignored him, quickly getting into the elevator as your lip trembled.
You managed to ignore him for the rest of the day although Loki didn’t seem in a rush to speak to you either. When you arrived home, you had the fun job of having to clean up after you and Lokis night of misplaced passion. When you went into your kitchen to get a drink, your attention was drawn by the bright bouquet of flowers staring mockingly at you. Picking up the box of chocolates you had carelessly abandoned next to the vase yesterday, you tore the packaging open before eating one. You couldn’t help but well up when the chocolate melted on your tongue.
“So fucking delicious.” You sniffled. After taking a few more, you decided to not wallow in your sadness any longer. You and Loki had made nothing official and barley even knew each other. Picking up the box of chocolate, you rushed towards the kitchen bin you had no time to empty this morning. Opening it, you huffed angrily seeing Lokis used condom in your trash. Disgusting.
You managed to strip your bedding and replace them with clean ones without any more nasty surprises. When you finally did settle into bed, you couldn’t help but recall how Loki held you as you fell asleep, how his arms were still wrapped around you when you woke up. Were you reading too far into things? Overreacting? Maybe Loki just saw you as a bit of fun and maybe, just maybe, that was alright. Why did things have to be official or extend lust? They didn’t.
Before you went to sleep, the sound of your phone vibrating caught your attention. Picking your phone up, it was a circular email from Steve saying that tomorrow the office would be closed for some sort of huge corporate meeting. At least you wouldn’t have work tomorrow you thought to yourself before scrolling further down the email to check the rank sheet that was emailed once a week. You were second to Loki which was probably because of the Roxxon thing boosting you slightly. All you needed was one more high profile account and you’d be above Loki in the ranking, you’d be able to rub it in his face and then you’d get over him. You put your phone down letting sleep consume you.
Laying on his back, Loki looked up at the ceiling as he replayed Steve’s words from earlier. He should be happy, grateful in fact yet he couldn’t find it in himself to feel overcome with joy. He thought back to last night, when you opened the door again and pulled him inside. The feeling of being so close to you was what filled him with joy, more joy than he had felt for a while but it was futile. You were both simply just strangers that had overstayed their welcome in one another’s life’s. It was better this way.
Hearing his phone vibrate, he read the email from Steve saying that work was closed tomorrow for the rest of the staff but that he was still to come in. Of course. He scrolled down the email and looked through the rank sheet. He was first, you just below him. He smiled to himself, you were good at your job, he’d give you that. When he first joined the company, you were fifth yet in this short time you had managed to work your way to second place. He knew your name would look good being first. Y/n.
The following day passed quickly. You caught up on some work trying to keep your mind off of Loki. The last day of work, you kept away from Loki. Your eyes met a few times and he offered you a smile. How could you both have gone from being so close to now being so distant?
When you sat at your desk after lunch, Loki came towards you.
“Y/n.”
“What.” You answered, not looking away from your computer.
“Can we talk?”
“I don’t know, can we?” You huffed. He was silent for a few moments and you regretted your harsh tone. “I’m sorry.” You spoke, finally looking at him.
“Y/n I—” he began before Natasha tapped your shoulder.
“CONGRATULATIONS!” She cheered.
“Congratulations?” You repeated in confusion.
“The new Roxxon account.” She added, baffled by your confusion. “Steve has already updated the ranking sheet.” She beamed, gesturing to where it hung in the office. Turning towards it, you saw your name written boldly at the top.
Y/N Y/L/N
You would have been happy if you didn’t notice that Lokis name was gone completely.
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Loki seeing that his name is gone
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offrozenmemoirs · 3 months
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In a distant dream, Seraph could only hear a voice he barely remembers in the bleary depths of recovered memories. "Even though it has been hundreds of years, I still remember how you clung to my dress and tried your hand at decorating my horns. You'll still be my baby, no matter how old you are. Perhaps your father may grant my prayers, and I may never see you again, but I pray for your happiness and health."
Voices in the Void || Accepting!
Seraph finds himself in the same frozen forest that he's become familiar with over the years. Part of him doesn't like it, because it usually involves uncomfortable revelations, or memories that had been suppressed. Khorne hadn't gone through all of his and Makoto's shared memories, only focused on the ones regarding his upbringing and recent exploits during his time as a deathwatcher. Khorne had also never bothered him within the frozen forest. He wandered, the crunch of snow beneath his boots filling his ears, until they twitched at the sound of a voice.
He knows this voice, beneath the haze of recovered memories, past all of the fog of events that happened during his childhood, he's filled with an overwhelming sense of comfort at the sound. Different from the voice of his father, and the icy, yet warm embrace he held. This voice carried upon the wind, and the presence felt much like fresh rain in the morning, and sounded much like the patter of water upon windows. The perfect weather to stay inside and sit by the fire.
"Mother?"
His voice is small, and he looks around, to see if he can find the source of the voice speaking to him. But now, a blizzard rolls in, snow buffeting his face and causing him to pull his hood up and over his head. He couldn't lose her, not now, not after finally regaining his memories! Maybe finding her in this dream would allow him to pick up some sort of clue as to where she was now.
"I'll find you, I promise I'll find you!"
There would be nothing that would stop him from finding Izumi, because she deserved to be bought back home.
He tried pushing through the blizzard, covering his face with his hands, but...the wind picked up enough to push him back, and now the snow was blinding him, but the voice still sounded clear as day over the howling winter winds.
"Don't leave me! Come back!"
He bolts up in his sleep, breath heavy and covered in a cold sweat. His heart raced as he closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. For as much as he got used to the frozen forest...Part of him was beginning to hate that it meant he was being shown things that were out of his reach for the time being.
"I swear upon my oath, I shall find you. I won't rest until I do."
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"You know, we should be keeping up with our dance practice."
Seraph's voice is light as he closes his book and sets it on the stand next to his chair. He gets up and stretches out. They've put it off for obvious reasons, but the elf has kept practice on his own. Of course, dancing by himself isn't the same as having a partner to do so with.
His mind always returns to that night in the Rowdy Griffon, the feeling of elation and shyness at being bought to the stage always in his mind when he practiced his dancing. It wasn't as if he needed to know how, but it became one of his favorite ways to pass the time. He makes his way over to Sino, giving a bow before he stands back up and offers a hand to her.
"May I have the honor of dancing with you, my knight?"
Retired for the day, Sino runs her gloved fingers through her long, thick ponytail. She separates the grayish-purple locks and faded pink highlights before twirling one strand around her finger. Her left hand haunts the back of her head, toying with the thick band fastening her hairstyle. "Mmm, not tonight," she muses before hooking her thumbs into the pockets of her pants.
The gnome glides back and forth across the foyer in her fluffy blue rabbit slippers, her eyes flitting around her surroundings. Her gunblade was comfortably retired by the couch, and her large travel backpack nestled comically between the towering belongings of her elven companions.
The kitchenette cleared up any last-minute snacking amongst the three of them. Any spare bottles of Elven Absinthe are in line of sight on the counter, but pushed away for a large map of the island city of Abarlio. An extra notebook holds down one corner of the map, while the parchment has been scratched around with stunning investigative work from yours truly. Never mind that penmanship is ragged, sharp, angular, and precise, unlike someone's snobbishly airy cursive.
Decompressing nowadays involves less inebriation, clanking bottles, and slumping over a mattress in pitch-black darkness. Instead, there are cozier conclusions where Sino sets herself with a book with her companion, Soot, nestled on her chest. A roaring fireplace might accompany the sound of crisp page turning and the clangorous snores of a 4-month-old raven. As present as the opportunities were for it, the gnome, admittedly, took the longest to acclimate to such intimacies when it meant it involved her, not her being a quiet onlooker who managed to be in orbit.
The lancer is skimming through his latest thrift store finds on the island. He has put his heavy boots on the front of the bed and is sitting in the foyer. In the meantime, the sorcerer has taken over the bathroom and is now on the sixth step of an extensive skincare and haircare routine.
Seraph's attention lies elsewhere now as he candidly expresses a reminder. His book hisses shut as he places it on the stand, already committed to resuming that practice.
Sino's hands rest on her hips, pausing her brief sweep of the hotel room. She blows a loose lock from her hair, raising a brow. "Has Soup not kept up with it?" An immediate retort slips her lips with that lopsided smile. With her crystal clear voice, she assumes (hopes) that it begins nagging the pristine princess at the vanity.
"Well.." Her gaze strayed to the table, blocking the spacious rug that served as the ideal practice area. She moves toward the very obstruction that Seraph is aiming at as he stands up and moves in her direction. It slips easily off the carpeting and toward the kitchenette as she presses the rear of her waist on the table.
Once the rug is barren, Sino dusts off her hands. "Not as roomy as the stage in the Rowdy Griffon, but beggars can't be choosers! That makes them whiners and not whining in the fun way, either."
Folding his arm over his chest, his right hand resting above his heart, Seraph bows. Lithe and gentle, it is almost unheard, but a little chuckle leaves the gnome as her nose wrinkles. 
Almost forty years ago, it was, but she once enjoyed tales spun by the eternal void, the father of the sky, Lord of Night. One of his favorites to recite were always the stories of people of courts, mainly valiant knights, and their lovers outside of courts—the seemingly ordinary peasant with a golden heart beneath. Never did she sigh so syrupy sweetly like Seraph does with his stories, but she could tell that her patron warmed himself to stories of the mortal world. 
'I wonder if those stories remind Night of her. Perhaps it befits their story: people of two different worlds finding and seeing past what no one else can see in them.'
"Is that what you've been calling me all this time?" Her brows raised as she accepted his invitation, resting her palm in his hand. "Knightly things aren't quite my aesthetic; I'm not clanking around in armor or anything like that." She giggles. "I don't think a gunblade is anything remotely common in those fairy tales you've read either." 
"Are you taking the lead this time, Seraph? Or should I?" She tilts her head.
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we-are-a-dragon · 2 years
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DM: Alright, yesterday morning you rejected the quest from Ioreth and challenged her to race to the crown. You spent most of the rest of the day researching and packing supplies, then you spent most of this morning going around the city to source special mounts, so it's early afternoon before you set off.
Tati (playing Seraph): Excellent, I have time to see Alwel before we leave instead of just texting him on the way out of town.
Hamish (playing Thaddeus): Guys, we just dropped thousands of gold on fancy mounts. We're rich assholes.
Tati: Mid-life crisis.
Hamish: Maybe not 'mid' for some of us...
Tati: Oh, the reason I asked if we were buying or hiring horses - we have to stable them.
Marijn (playing Godric): *shrugs* That's a problem for Future Us.
Tati: It's something we need to consider, though.
DM: There's a public stable for flying creatures in the Air District, kind of like a parking garage.
Tati: Excuse you, if I had a mid-life crisis and bought a Porsche I wouldn't keep it in a public garage. I'd like to see what it would cost to buy a small parcel of land adjacent to our property and build a stable on it.
Marijn: God, how much is that going to cost?
Tati: I only want a small surface area. Most of our mounts are flying, so we could build a tall, narrow roosting tower for them.
Adam (playing Billie): Like a giant cat tree??
Tati: Exactly like that.
Adam: I'm on board.
Tati: I ask Knockfit to just make some inquiries while we're away. Cost of land, cost of construction, cost to hire a couple of stablehands.
DM: It'll cost about 20,000 gold to buy the land and build a tower on it.
Hamish: Oh, that's way less than what I expected! Let's do it!
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Father's Day - Malec
i couldn't stop thinking about how Rafael and Max would celebrate Fathers' day, because i never got to celebrate father's day with my dad, but anyways.
Alec and Magnus would probably wake up to Rafe and Max screaming at each other from the kitchen
"Rafe, we have perfectly good knives!"
"They're not good knives, Max! It won't cut the stupid fruit! That's why I'm using my seraph blade - the next sharpest thing I have!"
"It's a seraph blade!"
"It cuts the damn fruit!"
Magnus and Alec would laugh, and lazily pull each other out of bed. Magnus, still sleepy, leans on Alec as they walk out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, where the brothers were fighting
The boys notice their fathers in the doorway, and stop fighting, and look at them guiltily because they really did make a mess of the kitchen
"What were you boys doing?"
"We were trying to make you breakfast without magic"
"And Aunt Izzy gave us some tips,"
"Is that why you're using your seraph blade to cut a pineapple?"
"Oh shut up!"
They decide that they'll just have a brunch at some mundane restaurant, because none of the Lightwood-Banes can cook a decent meal that isn't instant noodles or canned soup
Alec finds a card with their mail that says "Happy Father's Day, Alec. Your first son, Jace"
Alec laughs so hard, and then calls Jace to thank him
They go for brunch at a mundane restaurant down the street, where they have waffles with whipped cream and cherry on top, and pancakes filled with nutella, and so much more.
They order food for six people, when there's only four of them, because Alec and Rafael's stomachs are like an endless pit.
They laugh and joke around, and complain when Magnus and Alec kiss
"Ugh, dad! We don't need to see that!"
"Honestly, bapa! please stop!"
They don't stop till they can't stop laughing. They love teasing their sons like that.
Magnus and Max take A LOT of pictures, and Rafe and Alec make funny faces.
Rafael pays for the meal, because technically he is almost an adult, and Max is a teenager and they get some money from their parents. But Max spends all of his money on useless things like Magnus does, and Rafe, being a smart guy, keeps most of the money aside, and spends really less. Currently, he's the richest amongst the four of them.
They walk around Brooklyn aimlessly, just roaming around. the boys say they know where they're going, but Alec and Magnus aren't sure if they really do.
They end up in a fair, with all bright and colorful rides and games, with screaming and laughing families.
"Ta - da!"
"Did you guys really know we were coming here, or was itjust luck that we stumbled here?"
"Bapa, you need to have more faith in us,"
"Says the boy who used his seraph blade to cut a pineapple."
"Oh, come on! Am I ever going to stop hearing about it?"
"Nah. I'll tell your future girlfriend to not let you in the kitchen."
"MAX MICHEAL LIGHTWOOD-BANE, YOU STAY AWAY FROM ANY OF MY FUTURE GIRLFRIENDS!!"
That makes Max and Rafael start a competition of who can win their dads a bigger prize. The teams are Max and Alec and Rafael and Magnus.
They start with a game where they shoot balloons using guns. Rafael cheats by using his accuracy runes. Alec sees this and whispers to Max to use a little bit of magic.
"You cheated!"
"I cheated??"
"Yes! You used magic!"
"You used your accuracy rune!"
"You don't know that!"
"Your stele is right there, Rafael!"
Alec and Magnus move away and let them fight. they find a cotton candy stall and buy four for each of them, each of different flavors.
Rafe and Max have a fluffy unicorn and a fluffy octopus in their arms when they find their dads. Max hands the unicorn to Alec, who gives him a blueberry flavored cotton candy, and Rafe gives Magnus the octopus, who gives him a chocolate cotton candy (it did not taste as good as expected)
They took a bunch of pictures and sent them to the rest of their family
Max pulls them to sit on all kinds of fast moving rides, and they throw their hands in the air and laugh at each other
Magnus did not like the ride where they did the loop - to - loop in the air way too many times
They find a photo booth, and click a lot of pictures! Silly faces, smiling faces, every kind of face they can think of. And then they select their favorites and keep the single photos for themselves.
They buy pizza, and while eating, Alec gets an alert of a demon four blocks from where they are.
After all, no day is complete without a demon attack.
They leave their pizza, and go to kill the demon. It's a Drevak demon, which means more work. UGH.
They fight gracefully together. They're family, they know each other's moves well.
Alec and Rafael search for the queen Drevak, while Magnus and Max blast them off as much as they can.
It takes really long for Alec and Rafe to find the queen, because she's really well hidden, which means that Magnus and Max are getting tired soon.
They finally find the queen, and Alec distracts the queen, while Rafael comes out of no where and kills her.
By the time Alec and Rafael go back to Magnus and Max, they're exhausted. There were way too many of them, coming all at once.
The family go back home, because the demons are taken care of, and the warlocks of the family need to rest.
They change into sweatpants and loose t-shirts, and gather together on the couch. They order chinese, and do a Star Wars marathon, because it's Rafe's turn to choose and as much as he finds the loopholes annoying, he still thinks they're some of the best.
Only Rafe and Max are paying attention to the movies. Alec and Magnus are cuddling, and they're talking quietly about anything that comes to their mind.
In between their quiet discussions, Rafe and Max whisper a happy father's day to their dads.
"Happy fathers' day, dad and bapa,"
"Happy fathers' day, bapa. Happy fathers' day, dad,"
"Thank you, my loves."
"Thank you."
Magnus is half asleep, but he still pulls away from Alec and kisses both his sons on the forehead
Max smiles, and Rafael tries to hide his smile, but it's too late, everybody has already seen it
Magnus falls back on Alec's chest, before Alec can do anything else. But Alec smiles at both of his sons, and squeezes their hands.
Just before Magnus falls asleep, Alec wishes him as well.
"Happy father's day, Magnus. I love you."
"Happy father's day, Alexander. I love you too."
Magnus falls asleep against Alec's chest. and Max falls asleep, with his head on Magnus' lap and his feet on Rafael's lap.
Alec carries Magnus to their bed, and covers him with a blanket. Rafael carries Max to his bed, grumbling about how heavy he is, and he really needs to lose weight. Alec laughs softly.
While Rafe is busy putting Max to bed, Alec stands in the balcony. he softly whispers a happy father's day to his father.
"Dad? You okay?"
"Yeah, yeah."
"Do you miss grandpa? I didn't know him well."
"Sometimes, I do miss him,"
Alec tells Rafael about Robert Lightwood. He tells his son all about how Robert made mistakes, how he did not accept Alec completely for his sexuality, how he always seemed to prefer Jace over him. Alec tells Rafael about how Robert tired to fix his mistakes, and make amends with him and Magnus, how he told Alec that he was proud of him and loved him just as much as the rest of his siblings.
Rafael doesn't point it out, but Alec lets out a few tears. Rafael just hugs his father, and whispers a good night to him, knowing his father needs to be alone for a while, just to get himself together.
Alec stays out in the balcony for a few more minutes, before he checks the entire house, making sure everything is locked. He checks Max and Rafe's rooms where they're both asleep, and presses a soft kiss on their foreheads, and makes sure that they're covered properly by their blanket so that they don't feel cold.
Magnus stands in the doorway of Max's room, where Alec is, and makes a pretty nightlight for him, because he knows that Max does not like the dark. He makes a small nightlight for Rafael as well, with a spell that will let Magnus and Alec know if he has a nightmare.
Alec and Magnus walk back to their bedroom, wrapped in each other's arms.
"What are you doing up?"
"You weren't there, so I couldn't sleep."
"Hmm, I'm sorry."
"Are you okay?"
"I - I just miss dad, sometimes."
"It's okay, Alexander. he loves you."
"Thank you. I love you."
"I love you too."
Just before he sleeps, Izzy sends him a picture of a framed picture of Robert who was laughing, with a candle in front of it, and four father's day cards in surrounding it - one that Alec had sent, one that Alec bought on behalf of Max Lightwood, one from Izzy, and one from Jace.
Alec sends a red heart to his sister, and then sends her pictures from the day. He changes his homescreen picture to one of the four of them, eating cotton candy.
Magnus tugs at Alec's hand softly, and pulls him to bed. They cuddle, like they have been for the past fourteen/fifteen years.
They're both happy with the life that they have now. Tt was one of the best days they've ever had.
and that's their fathers' day!
thank you for reading this!
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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years
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START OF SOMETHING NEW
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“Tavvy, on your left!”
Rafael swivelled off the tree branch, landing gracefully on the floor and quickly wiped off the dust from his coat. They were in the middle of a fight, but his Bapa had taught him that one always had to look their best - especially during a fight.
“Rafe?” his parabatai called out, grabbing another seraph blade from his boot.
Rafael’s fingers pulled on the bowstring by instinct and muscle memory. The arrow slashed through the air and landed on the Shax’s demon’s forehead - or whatever that body part was. It was always so hard to tell with demons.
“Thanks!” Tavvy clasped his shoulder. “Let’s go find the others.”
Rafael nodded and they both ran toward the garden. Mina and his brother had been separated from them during the fight. He hadn’t applied a speed rune, but he didn’t need one when it came to Max.
His dad had taught him everything about what it means to be a good shadowhunter. But the first lesson was simple - always have your family’s back. Always.
They spotted Mina as soon as they made it to the garden. Mina, who was the youngest among them but probably the boldest, was fighting off a Shax all on her own. Rafael noticed another one creeping up behind her. He raised his bow and aimed his shot.
“Not my bestie, you bitch!”
A bolt of blue magic appeared from above and Max landed on the ground, his blue curls falling over his forehead. The Shax turned into goo as Mina skilfully took care of the other one.
“10 points for Ravenclaw for that reference,” Mina high fived Max.
“Nerds,” Tavvy chuckled as the two of them ran up to them.
“Nicely done,” Rafe told the team as he checked Max for any visible wounds.
“Hermano, no!” Max shooed him away. “There is something you both should see.”
Rafe stared at Tavvy, who shrugged and followed the others. They walked into mansion..or what was left of it.
“By the angel. What the hell happened here?” Rafe gasped.
“There were too many Shax demons,” Mina explained. “Max and I had to release a fireball. A big one.”
“Max, Bapa has told you not to do the fireball unless it’s an emergency!” Rafe sighed.
“Excuse me but if battling twenty shax demons doesn’t count as an emergency then I don’t know what does!” Max argued.
“Twenty?” Tavvy echoed. “There were only five!”
“The rest of them turned up after we got separated,” Mina pointed out. “I think they were hiding in the mansion.”
“Do we have any idea who the mansion belongs to?” Rafe asked, already calculating possible damage costs. “Is it a mundane?”
“We don’t know,” Max shrugged. “Can we go now?”
“We can’t!” Rafe said. “You just blew up someone’s mansion. Protocol says we need to do something about it.”
“Protocol is the worst,” Mina and Max mumbled.
“We need back up,” Tavvy looked at him.
“Oh no,” Mina pouted. “Not back up!”
Calling for back up usually meant the mission had gone out of control - and that usually meant no more missions for a while.
“If we call for backup, then they probably won’t let us go on a mission for another three months!” Tavvy grumbled. “Remember what happened in Shanghai?”
“Let’s not,” Max winced. “I think the only reason we got away with it is because of Uncle Jem.”
“Well, we can’t call him here now,” Rafe replied. “He already helped us last time!”
“Then what are we going to do now?” Mina asked. “We need help. But we can’t let the Clave know about this. No offence, guys!”
“None taken,” Max and Rafe said at the same time.
One would think that life would be easier when your dad was the Consul. But that wasn’t the case for Max and Rafe. Their dad was extremely protective of them and would probably take them off field duty for god knows how long.
“Alright, gang!” Max said as they stood in a circle. “We need to find someone who will help us handle this quietly without getting into trouble.”
“We can call Kit,” Mina said. “You know he won’t say a word.”
“But he is in the Moscow institute with Ty,” Tavvy groaned.
“We can call Uncle Jace,” Max beamed. “He is the perfect man for the job.”
“But he is in faerie,” Mina sighed.
“Anyone else borderline concerned that both our options are Herondales?” Rafe inquired.
“We need more Herondales goddamnit!” Max swore. “What are we gonna do now?”
“Well,” Tavvy rubbed his neck. “We are in a helpless situation and need someone to save our asses. Historically, there is only one person we can rely on.”
“Nope,” Rafael said immediately.  
“Already texted him,” Max grinned as he put his phone away.
A blue portal appeared in less than a minute and their Bapa stepped out, striding towards them in a hurry.
“Are you all okay?” He started checking them for wounds, even Tavvy and Mina.
“We are fine, Bapa,” Rafe smiled. “But we can’t say the same for the mansion though.”
“Yikes,” his father said eloquently as he took in their surrounding. “Well, it looks like it was badly in need for a renovation anyway.”
“Uncle Magnus,” Tavvy gulped. “Why is the portal still open?”
Rafe turned around immediately to see the portal shimmering behind them.
“Um, about that,” his Bapa fiddled with his rings. “I might have bought some backup.”
“Dios mio!” Rafael gulped.
“It’s not my fault!” Bapa put up his hands. “Max texted 911! I freaked out! Besides, he was right there when you texted me! What was I supposed to do?”
Before any of them could answer, their dad, and the mother effing Consul, stepped out of the portal.
He immediately ran towards them and scanned them with frantic eyes.
“Is everything okay?” He asked. “I was on a call with the Alliance and they can get here-”
“Bapa, we are fine!” Max reassured him. “It’s just…well.”
“Just some collateral damage, darling,” Bapa chuckled.
The Consul looked around at that and gasped. The mansion was still slowly falling apart slowly.
“Paperwork,” their dad whispered, mostly to himself. “So much paperwork.”
“Darling, it’s just a little mess.”
“Little?”
“Alec, it isn’t like we didn’t blow things up and cause a mess back then,” Bapa said - ever the support of mischief. 
“I have never blown up anything in my life,” his father said indignantly. 
“True,” Bapa shrugged. “But I do recall you making questionable decisions. Remember how you almost ripped apart that vampire because he insulted me?”
“Wasn’t that last week?” Mina chuckled. 
“Exactly,” Bapa grinned at her. “They are still learning.”
“Magnus, I get that. But they ca-”
“Dad, I’m sorry,” Max bit his lip.
“It wasn’t his fault,” Mina said quickly. “We were outnumbered. We had to do a fireball.”
“Blueberry, I know fireballs are a cool aesthetic. But I’ve told you that strong magic must be preserved for serious situ-”
“There were twenty Shax demons, Bapa!” Max pointed out. “Mins and I got separated from the others. We couldn’t fight them all off on our own. We didn’t do it for the aesthetic. We needed to do the fireball to survive.”
The Consul, who was listening them intently, rubbed his beard. Rafe had told him to shave it off multiple times, but their Bapa apparently liked it and thus the beard stayed on.
“Twenty Shax demons isn’t normal!” He pointed out. “We need to launch an investigation.”
“Can we do it?” Max asked, already excited at the prospect.
“Max, all of you are too young-”
“We are almost the same age as you were when you battled Valentine,” Rafael pointed out defiantly.
He saw Bapa smile fondly but dad didn’t falter.
“We’ll be careful, sir,” Tavvy said in a way and that reminded Rafe so much of Julian. “We’ve been tracking the demons since last month. We can handle it.”
Alec looked at Magnus - they were clearly communicating in a way only married people could. Rafe looked at Max who just shrugged. Either of them had been able to break their parent’s secret communication code.
“Alright,” their dad finally said. “Octavian, you will lead the team. You must report to me directly. But I will be nominating one nephilim and downworlder adult to assist you in the mission. If something goes wrong next time, you must directly contact them.”
“Thanks, dad!” Max threw himself at their father. “I knew you are the best Consul.”
Their father only grinned and ruffled Max’s curls. Rafael slowly made his way to him and hugged him from the side.
“Sorry about the mess, dad,” he mumbled. “I promise I will watch out for Max next time.”
“You need to watch out for yourself too,” their dad whispered softly.
“Mr. Consul,” their Bapa said in a formal voice and their dad rolled his eyes. “I would like to volunteer as the downworlder representative for this Taskforce.”
“Hells yeah!” Max pumped his fist in the year.
“Not gonna happen,” their dad shook his dead.
“What? Why?” Their bapa pouted.
“You’re gonna sit this one out,” his father said sternly. “You have a pathological need to get involved in shadowhunter business.”
“No, I don’t!” their bapa gasped. “You’re the weirdo!”
“You will be working with Drusilla Blackthorn and Lily Chen,” their dad said. “Rafe, I need a report on today’s mission by the end of this week. Octavian, arrange a meeting with Drusilla and Lily immediately. And Max and Mina, try not to blow anything up in the meantime.”
“We have one more request,” Max raised his hand.
“We do?” Rafael questioned.
“This is clearly a serious mission,” Max said in a serious voice. “We need more manpower.”
“Maia and the others are busy with the Allia-”
“Actually, we were thinking of someone younger,” Mina pointed out.
“Someone whose last name might be Herondale,” Max grinned.
“No,” their dad whispered softly. “Not the twins.”
“It’s a dangerous mission that involves fighting demons and blowing things up. If we leave Alex and Charlotte out, we will never hear the end of it,” Rafe pointed out with a smile.
“Fine,” his father relented. “Only because they are excellent fighters and would actually be helpful.”
“In blowing things up,” their bapa chuckled softly.
“Oh oh!” Max put up his hand up excitedly again. “Can we ask George to join us too? And Becca?”
“Max, this is not a birthday party!” His father sighed. “You can’t just invite all your friends.”
Max looked Rafe with a sad face. Rafael had never really been able to say no to that.
“We get it, dad,” Rafael nodded. “So if aunt Izzy asks why we didn’t include her kids in our mission, we’ll just say you said no. Is that correct?”
Their bapa covered his mouth from laughing out loud. “They do have a valid point, Alexander.”
The Consul looked at all their faces and sighed tiredly. “Fine. But if one more person is added to this list…Magnus and I will handle the mansion. The rest of you are dismissed!”
“Dad, quick question,” Max raised his hand - again. “If we add Elyaas to the gang, does that count? Cause he is technically not a person-”
“MAX MICHAEL!!!”
A holiday gift for @crying-is-your-latest-fashion​ - for being pretty fucking amazing 💚
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Cipher's Event Logs: Goodbye … For Now
Oh, Stella … I am really flustered right now … Suthen kissed me on the lips without warning … I-I can't do anything but to receive it and kiss him back. This isn't the first time we kissed but damn … it sure makes me blush all over still … I need a moment to recover from that because that took quite a lot from me ...
Ok deep breaths Cipher … deep breaths …  Anyways it took me a while to get myself un-flustered and just in time for me to describe the rest of the 'mons I have met.
As if this night couldn't get way more interesting, I have encountered not one but … two Shaymins! Granted one was someone I talked to before but both are equally pleasant to talk to. The first one was Rosemary, I think she was a Shiny? It was pink but it's a cute color scheme nonetheless and the other was Serafin who I noticed was always in his Sky Forme, maybe it was his choice to do that. Anyway, one was interested in what were my favorite refreshments and the other complimented my choice of a date gift respectively. That's three Shaymins so far and honestly, they really should meet Orpheum sometime just to see how they would react.
The next was Leilani, the Popplio kid I had saved from that jerk of a dragon, or at least … I helped save. She seemed rather odd, she was pink but I didn't think she drank any of the liquor there … probably something or someone else made her pink? She was curious as to what my favorite drink was (it was the Pink Lover's Delight). But since I would never buy a kid some alcohol I just bought her some soda at the very least. Wished the kid was doing alright back on her island. Who knows what kind of trouble she got in this time …
Speaking of which, I tried one of the prize claws with a Mew named Cody. Not having to brag or anything but I was an expert at these things back at Kalos so this shouldn't be that hard to win something. All I got were two Pikachu couple plushies (I can tell they are a couple because of the magnet attached to each of their arms) and some Shiny Luvdisc ones. I might just give one to Suthen and one to Elaina when I get home.
Now the next 'mon I encountered was … the dynamic kind so to speak. He was a Nickit with the color scheme of an Alolan Vulpix and was very charismatic. Admittedly, I find him kinda attractive but yeah … he seemed to have a sort of aura that I can't understand something … mysterious and a bit menacing but I just shrugged it off as he seemed nice enough.
And finally, the last 'mon I got was from a Sceptile, and if I can recall … his name was Atxin. Very friendly fellow I must say and he looked like he battled often … that or he just works out. He kinda reminds me of Ark, a Grovyle I was good friends with that I dated once. On another note, I noticed he was pink … probably from the liquor he drank. I would want to see him again sometime, he seemed really nice.
Update:
I packed my stuff and before leaving, I called Suthen for a chat outside the venue there I sorta got revenge earlier by initiating a kiss on the lips, this time under the moonlight. I heard things are more romantic that way … it feels kinda different when you are the one starting the kiss but he was happy. We both laughed and hugged each other before finally parting ways. I really wish I could spend time with him again, I never got to say sorry for how I treated him … but there's always a next time.
As for the event well, it was a good one considering this was the first I got to. Got to meet a lot of 'mons again that I already knew and some new ones too. But I guess this is my cue to leave and to end these journal logs … here's to the next event.
[Cipher has officially left the event.]
Featured Characters:
Suthen from @divine--tragedy (again)
Rosemary from @shaymincafe 
Serafin from @seraphic-dark 
Cody from @greedentstripes 
Kether from @dont-dream 
Leilani from @leilani-and-kass 
Atxin from @atxin1 
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cryptid-s-wips · 3 years
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Find the Word Tag
Thank you so much to @fleetingfictions and @crystallized-ink​ for the tags! Sorry this one took so long for me to do!
My words were hitched, undone, stoic, traced (bonus word: lopsided), throat, flower, dust, and song!
hitched: N/A
undone: N/A
stoic:
Seraph steps up to the demon lounging on his molding velveteen throne, the flames in their eyes roaring with intense hatred, but the rest of their face stoic as ever. 
traced/tracing:
“I can’t quite put my finger on it…” [Thalia] muses, lifting a hand up into the air as if she were tracing over some imaginary diagram, “ghouls don’t usually live in these kinds of climates and vampires don’t generally stay near their graves for long... unless they were buried recently for whatever reason, but I highly doubt it. And it’s definitely not ghosts. They can’t really interact that much with their surroundings...”
lopsided:
Most of the lopsided stones are old and moss-laden, having been knocked askew by the decades of storms and creeping vines.
throat:
The demon takes a deep breath that I can tell is filled to the brim with unbridled rage, yet, as it straightens my body out, somehow stretching to get to the man’s level, and clears its throat, it remains incredibly composed.
flower:
Shops with flowers in the windows line the street and people file out of the doors of a white church sitting just past what I can only assume is the town common at the end of the road. It’s so perfect that I half expect something to just jump out at me from one of the gaps between the brick buildings.
dust:
“Oh,” the demon says with my voice, straightening out my posture and dusting my blazer and jacket off slightly condescendingly, “I was not exactly anticipating seeing you here.”
song:
I’ve been-- well, we’ve been the only car for miles, driving through tree-lined backroads for a couple of hours already and the demon hasn’t said another word. An empty to-go cup sits in my car’s console next to a worn-in road map that’s been in my glovebox since I bought this thing and a familiar song plays softly from the radio.
Tagging (no pressure): @kessler-writes, @fayoftheforest , @writingamongther0ses, @cozy-kaye, @inspirited-goddess​, and anyone else who’d like to find stare, draw, run, and trust!
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roseunspindle · 3 years
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What I Read in February 2021
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https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27406717-black-clover-vol-2
Yuno being like “i was totally about to attack” and asta going “no you weren’t, I saved your butt” was a very cute moment
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https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16146050-d-gray-man-3-in-1-edition-vol-1
I used to read this online years ago, and this is actually the series that got me into the band within temptation as looking up any anime clips on youtube led me to an amv for the song dark wings XD
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https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/39175733-dr-stone-vol-1
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re-read volume one, as I hadn’t really gotten into it, even though I had loved the anime and it was much better on the re-read and volume 2 really gets the story going even better.
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https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27406716-haikyu-vol-1
very cute, I can see why it’s popular
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https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/50225824-secrets-in-the-dark
finally continuing this series! my mom got me the rest of the series after ie bought the first one for my birthday XD
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https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20890540-noragami
good, Yato can be a bit grating though
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https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27406714-kuroko-s-basketball-omnibus-vol-1
will i get attacked if I say as of now I do like Kuroko’s Basketball better that Haikyu!!? ^_^ Kuroko’s my kind of character. ^_^
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Krory!
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good again, each volume in the series continues the main story, but the individual adventures in each book are different enough to make sure you don’t get bored or feel repetitive. 
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https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18774919-seraph-of-the-end-vol-1
good, still not totally settled in the world, but I’m curoius as to how this will go.
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Last book and it held up to the others, I high recommend this series!
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https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/53317508-the-expert-system-s-champion
i didn’t even know this was coming out until I stumbled over it in a book email from books a million i think...I loved the expert system’s brother so I had to get this one, continues on the themes of isolation, very good. ^_^
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I liked Yato a lot better in this volume, Yukine on the other hand...
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https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13572828-fairy-tail-vol-01
very fun read, I like that the group does cause rukus and damage but that they are doing it while trying to help, instead of for selfish reasons.
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https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22948207-a-man-called-ove
This book was so good. I did laugh, and cry...so very good.
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https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/51169203-jujutsu-kaisen-vol-2
Took ages to get this volume, no idea why, but after reading volume one I wanted the next, and like no where had it or it was absurdly expensive, barnes & noble came through for me though, even if I had to wait almost a month for it to be back in stock...
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https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36538793-demon-slayer
good, a bit fast passed, but i’m into it enough that I’ll be checking out vol. 2. I wish the anime was on dvd, but it’s blueray only...grr. 
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swlbarnes · 5 years
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Snap Crackle Pop - Castiel x Reader
Summary/Request: @previouslyforgotten requested- I know I gave you a request before. But I’m going to do it again because I have a better idea! Introducing cas to pop rocks. Where like the reader was eating them and cas could hear the sound it made and he becomes curious?
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Word Count: ~1.3k
Warnings: none! Just fluffy fluff!
A/N: okay so I know you sent in a request before this and I’m so sorry that’s not out yet, but I really loved this prompt and I had to get this out as soon as I was able to! I know it’s super duper short and I’m sorry about that, but I hope this is what you were wanting! If not let me know!
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Life as a hunter didn’t have many high moments. Most of your time was spent either researching, being thrown around by various supernatural creatures, or downing as much alcohol as possible to stop thinking about the pain from your injuries of your last hunt. That’s why, when you got your hands on an old childhood treat, you were over the moon.
The crackling sensation paired with the sugary taste dancing over your tongue to create the perfect memory of life as a kid, downing as much of this substance as you could. As the snapping sound subsided, you picked up the little paper bag labelled as Pop Rocks and tipped another mouthful back to start the whole process over. 
You let out a small giggle at the feeling of the sugar cracking against your tongue. You opened your mouth just slightly to let the sound out, allowing it to echo in the otherwise silent bunker library. Sam and Dean had gone out on a hunt of their own a couple hours away, insisting it would likely only take a day or two to complete. A simple salt and burn, they said, so you decided it was safe enough for you to stay back and keep an eye on the bunker. This, of course, was code for you lounging around in your PJs doing whatever happened to catch your fancy at the time. This time you remained absolutely enamored by the sweet treat clutched between your fingers.
Your teeth crunched down on the little remaining fizzy sugar coating your tongue in preparation of another round. Just as you shook out the last of the granules from the bottom of the bag, a familiar ruffle of wings sounded from behind you. You whirled around in your seat to face the raven haired angel that just appeared.
“Cas!” You cried joyously, the sound muffled by the mouthful of sugary candy crackling seemingly endlessly. The angel adjusted the lapels of his trench coat and fixed you with a signature head tilt.
“Hello, (Y/N),” he hummed out in his usual gravelly baritone. Castiel took a step towards you. Azure eyes bubbled with pure confusion. “What are you doing?”
“Having fun!” You replied simply, picking up a new bag of Pop Rocks and shaking it to drive your point home. Each time you opened your mouth to speak, the crackling on your tongue grew louder, and you couldn’t help but laugh a bit at the tickling sensation on your tongue. 
None of this seemed to make the situation any clearer for the poor trench coat clad angel. He shuffled slightly closer as if to peer at the bag of candy held between your fingers, but instead he focused in on your face. “What’s that sound?” He questioned, voice slightly alarmed. “That cracking sound, what is that? Is that you? Are you okay? Is it a witch, did a witch put a curse on you?” His words picked up speed until they tumbled endlessly from his mouth in a flurry of confusion and worry. He reached his hands out and cupped your cheeks so he could easily tilt your head from side to side in search of any bodily harm. His calloused thumbs trailed over the corners of your mouth, brushing against some of the sugar stuck to your lips.
You tried to reply, but between the mouthful of candy and Cas’s palms pressing your cheeks together, it wasn’t particularly easy to speak. Instead you were only able to open your mouth a bit, releasing some of the sounds from the Pop Rocks candy.
The seraph’s eyes widened as the sound grew louder. He released his hold on your cheeks and instead held your chin with his pointer finger and thumb. He tugged your jaw open to examine the heap of sugar melting away in your mouth. “What… What is that?”
He reached up with his other hand, pointer finger held out prepared to poke at the substance. You noticed this just in time and were barely able to grab his wrist in your own hand. “It’s Pop Rocks, Cas,” you informed him, once more shaking the bag to grab his attention. Icy blue hued eyes flickered over to the little black paper bag in question.
“Is this dangerous?” He queried, still quite clearly concerned for your well being. He let your jaw go and instead reached out to take the bag from you, handling it with the utmost care.
A soft chuckle escaped your lips at his naivety. “No, no Cas. It’s not dangerous at all. It’s just candy!”
“This is candy?”“Just candy.”His brows furrowed in confusion. Castiel used two fingers to peer inside at the sizzly suspect. “Then why does it make such a noise? And how?”
“It makes the noise because it’s fun. It feels cool. And don’t ask me how it works, I’m just a hunter. No scientist background here.” You plucked the package from his hands and poured out a good amount into the palm of your hand. “You know what? Here, hold out your hand.”
He cast you a suspicious look, but after a moment, conceded and held out his hand palm up. You raised the bag to him and tipped it to allow a bit of the candy to pool in the creases of his palm. You poured about half as much as you would usually pour for yourself, not wanting to overwhelm the poor seraphim. Once his portion was to your liking, you set the bag down on the library table and raised your cupped palm in the air in a mock toast. “Bon appetit!” You cheered with a smile before dumping the sugary concoction into your mouth once again. The buzz of the sugar was beginning to hit you now, but you couldn’t really bring yourself to care. A quick sugar rush with your favorite angel sounded quite nice, if you were being honest.
Castiel watched you expectantly, and as you motioned for him to follow suit, he was quick to comply. The Pop Rocks disappeared past his lips and instantly began crackling once they hit his tongue. His eyes widened at the sensation, and his face contorted in what seemed like shock. The muscles in his jaw worked relentlessly to shift the sugar about, never keeping it in one place too long as it continued to pop against his mouth.
You allowed a moment of only popping to pass before you spoke up. “So,” you began, voice once again muffled by the candy. “What do you think, angel?”
The tell tale sound of teeth crunching on sugar could be heard. Cas quickly chipmunked the remaining candy in his cheeks to reply. “I…” He paused to allow a smile to form on his lips. “I like this. This is quite… fun.”
Your face mirrored his in an instant. You hooked your foot around one of the legs of the chair next to you and tugged it out, patting the seat for Castiel. “Well, that’s great, because I bought all the Pop Rocks from the convenience store in town and I need someone to eat them with me so I don’t accidentally eat too many and explode.”
Castiel froze in place, one hand resting on the back of the chair you pulled out for him. “Is that possible?”
A smile and a laugh was all it seemed to take to release the tension from Castiel’s shoulders. “No, it’s not. Don’t worry about that, angel. Just sit down and let’s have some fun before the brothers get back home, yeah?”
With that, the angel sat down by your side, and you indulged in two of your favorite, most simple of pleasures: nostalgic candy and quality time with one special angel.
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The Outliers - A Guild Wars Love Story
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9,  Chapters 10 and 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16 , Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20,  Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23,  Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26 Chapter 27
The weekend had come and Kaleb was getting ready to see many of his comrades-in-arms once more. As he was helping Ulfgar with some of the preparations for the upcoming party, he remembered asking his old friend if he had taken Amalthia's ring size measurement.
"Hey Ulf. Have you, by any chance, had time to find out how big a ring will Amalthia need?"
The old norn stopped his work, smiled at his friend then waved for him to come forward. "Come, lad. I've something to show you."
The massive norn took Kaleb to the upstairs room he resided in during his off hours. When he saw the decorations in Ulfgar's sleeping quarters, he was amazed at the number of sculptures and paintings.
Ulfgar opened an ornate wooden chest then pulled out a small wooden box and handed it to Kaleb.
"Open it, lad."
When Kaleb did, he could hardly believe what he saw. Tucked inside the mahogany box was a large diamond ring with a solitaire, brilliant-cut gem.
"My gods, where did you get this? It's…" Kaleb was at a loss for words.
"Beautiful, yes? It was crafted from dwarven gold filigree and the stone was set by one of the finest jewelers in Lion's Arch. Take it, lad. It's yours to give to your love."
"I... I don't know what to say, Ulf. All I wanted was a measurement. I would have eventually found a ring."
"No, lad. The both of yas are like me own adopted kids. I want you to have it, and I won't take no for an answer." The old norn handed him the box.
Kaleb examined the diamond and marveled at its brilliance. "Where did you get this rock?"
Ulfgar walked over to his late wife's dresser and pulled out the tiara. Kaleb could clearly see that the largest stone was missing.
"Ulf. No. I can't accept this."
"Like I said, lad. It's yours. My dear Glorina would be smiling from the Mists right now if she saw a part of her go to you and your mate."
Kaleb bowed in respect to his long time friend then pulled out a bag of gold coins and handed them over. The old norn refused the offer.
"This is a gift, friend. Use the gold elsewhere, perhaps to buy Amalthia a fancy wedding gown," Ulfgar said with a warm smile.
"This is such an honor, Ulf. I'll never forget this. Thank you!"
"No, boy. The honor is all mine."
***
Evening came and several of Kaleb's Seraph army buddies arrived at the Jotun's Corpse to reunite with their comrades-in-arms once more. He had not seen his two closest friends in several months and having them visit their old haunt felt like old times.
"So you're a Lieutenant in the army now, right?" Kaleb asked his friend Cynthia.
"Yes, indeed. Made rank just a couple of weeks ago. So where's the misses?"
Kaleb looked at the front door and pondered. "She went on a few errands. She should be back at any moment."
Brad walked through the door as he held it open for someone else who was entering. It was Amalthia.
"Look who followed me in," Brad said as he turned to help her with some items she was carrying.
Kaleb and Cynthia immediately leapt off their barstools to help her out. Almost immediately, Amalthia was greeted by hugs from both Brad and Cynthia. Kaleb gave her a kiss then carried the items she had bought to their upstairs room.
"It's so good to see you, Ama. How've you been?" Cynthia asked.
Amalthia twitched her ears and smiled. "Just great! Kal and I have been crazy busy with expanding our little business venture."
"Yeah, I heard. Our folks heard about the way the two of you cleaned out that pack of undead over in Seaside Village. Nice piece of work there." Brad complimented her.
"Thanks. He and I work so well together. The coin we earn is just a nice perk."
Ulfgar walked up and boldly gave both Cynthia and Brad a big hug. "So good to see the two of yas again. No worries, all drinks are on the house."
"Ulfgar!" Both of them said in unison as they returned his hug.
"So you're Kaleb's new landlord? I knew that slob could never afford a place on his own," Brad said in jest.
"I heard that, bro. And who says I can't afford it... huh?" Kaleb returned the jab and laughed.
Ulfgar passed out the drinks as Kaleb and Amalthia snuggled close together and Brad and Cynthia did the same.
"I heard you guys have been knee-deep fighting the undead up in Sparkfly. Making any headway?" Kaleb asked.
Brad took a draught and shook his head. "It's a stalemate right now. Those Orrians are endless. It seems like every time we de-animate a bunch, at least two dozen more crop up."
A small, skinny, shaggy-haired young man came running into the bar shouting to the top of his lungs in a panic.
"A bunch of charr are heading this way. They've got weapons galore."
Amalthia looked up and cheered. "It's my warband!"
Kaleb looked at the young man. "It's okay, Flipper. They're Ama's friends... I least I hope they are."
She pointed towards the door and nodded with a smile as she waved to them once they entered. "Hey guys, over here!"
One by one, members of the Blade warband stepped though as humans in the tavern backed away in fear. The leader of the group, Krenesh, seemed to relish in their fear and made every effort to accentuate his menacing facial expression. Navina followed, acting indifferent to the people around her. Bogo and Tovu, on the other hand, made it a point to wave at everyone in the establishment.
"Greetings members of the mighty Blade warband. As owner and proprietor of the Jotun's Corpse, I bid you a warm welcome," Ulfgar said as he waved them over and offered them a selection of drinks.
Amalthia leaped off her seat and gave each member of her warband a traditional charr style handshake by grasping at the base of the forearm. She started with her leader; Krenesh then did the same for each one until she worked her way to Tovu.
"Hey. How did you make it into our warband?"
Tovu said sheepishly. "Nice to see you Amalthia. All of my bandmates were killed in a separatist attack. I was the only survivor. Thus, I became a gladium. If it weren't for Bogo, here, I would still be one too."
Kaleb, meanwhile, reached out his hand to Krenesh. "It's good to see you again, sir. I hope all is well with the Blades."
Remembering their last odd encounter, Krenesh only returned a half-hearted handshake. "Yeah. Couldn't be better. Is the beer around here any good?"
Navina shook her head. "Is that always the first thing you've gotta ask whenever you go someplace new?"
"Oh. Good to see you too, Navina." Kaleb saluted her as well.
She held up her stein returning the gesture. "Same goes for you, loverboy."
"Navi, I missed you!" Amalthia said as she gave her warband sister another hug and clanked her stein in toast.
"Missed you too, cub. So now you and this human are a permanent pair, right?"
"For as long as the other draws breath. Yup!"
As Krenesh began drinking from his mug, Brad approached him from the side.
"So you're the leader of Ama's warband? Name's Brad Pendragon - second in command and best friend to that joker over there," he said as he pointed in Kaleb's direction.
"Damn straight. Mine's Krenesh Howlingblade, but everyone calls me Kren. I heard you're pretty mean with a shortbow. Ranger, I take it?"
Brad smiled as he pointed to himself with pride. "Yup! Mid ranged is my specialty. In fact, I've got a whole team under me who covers that element of the battlefield. Most attackers are caught completely off guard by our strong midline defense."
"Don't listen to this guy. If given the chance, he will brag you ear off all day," Cynthia said as she reached out to the warband leader for a handshake. "Lieutenant Cynthia Waterstone, Thirty First Platoon - I'm in command of this loser here."
Brad looked at her in surprise. "Loser? Wasn't I your fiancé just a few days ago?"
"Like I said, loser." She had to rub it in further.
Kaleb overheard the conversation. "Woah. So you finally worked up the nerve and proposed to her?"
Cynthia laughed.
"Forget it. It was I who proposed to him!"
Brad tilted up his mug and swallowed. "That's what I like, a woman who is aggressive."
"She's your mate, then?" Krenesh asked.
Brad laughed. "I guess you could call her that. She's more like my boss."
Krenesh looked at him straight in the eyes and said in a much more serious tone. "Never let her out of your sight when in battle. I can tell you this from experience, there's nothing worse then... seeing something bad happen to someone you care about."
The charr staggered off with the mug in his hand. Amalthia noticed then walked up to Brad to fill him in on the details.
"Kren lost his closest mate in battle. He still gets worked up anytime subjects like this come up."
Brad bowed his head. "I'm so sorry, Ama. I didn't know. Please give him my condolences."
"It's okay. Navi just told me that Mia was expecting cubs when she was killed."
Navina rapidly gulped down a tall mug of ale while sitting alone at the edge of the bar. As she did so, a scrawny unkempt human approached her from the left side and asked in a leering voice; "um, what kind of drink do ya have there?"
The big female charr took another swig then glanced down at the strange looking little man.
"Alcohol."
"Um. What kind, exactly?" He asked in a sheepish voice.
Her gazed pierced his beady little eyes. "Who wants to know?"
"Lager?"
She shook her head.
"Mead?"
She growled.
"Um... Ale! That must be it!"
"You guessed right after your third try. That must make you pretty smart... for a human."
Flipper smiled upon hearing those words. "May I buy you a drink?"
Her gaze turned to a scowl. "Are you trying to hit on me?"
"Well, I uhh..."
"Cause if you were, I would claw your damn eyes out. Just because my warband sister is into your kind doesn't mean the rest of us are," Navina snarled as she took another draught of ale.
Kaleb saw what was transpiring and rushed in to intervene. "Flipper! What's up, my man!"
"Ohh. Hi, Kal. I was just offering this lovely lady a round of ale," the scrawny kid said nervously.
Kaleb put his hand on the boy's back and laughed. "Look, Flip. She's really not your type. Trust me on this. How about you run to the back and fetch us some fresh casks. Okay?"
"Wait, I was just..."
He was interrupted. "No buts... just go. After all, a thirsty charr is a cranky charr. Now run along."
Reluctantly, Flipper yielded to Kaleb's demands and headed towards the cellar.
Navina looked at Kaleb and commented. "You just saved that meat's life. Any longer and I would have had to wipe his remains off from under my boot."
"Flipper's not a bad kid. He just wants to screw anything that's got a hole somewhere between the legs. I've had to chase him out of the sheep pen on more than one occasion." Kaleb chuckled.
"What's with you male humans and sheep?" Navina shook her head in utter revulsion.
The two male charrs, Bogo and Tovu, noticed a large rectangular object hanging above the bar. Realizing what it was, Tovu asked in an enthusiastic tone, "I wonder what time it is?"
Bogo looked at a nearby cogwheel clock. "Oooo. It's almost time!"
"Hey. Bartender - anyway you can turn that thing on? Project Transmog is about to come on."
Ulfgar shook his head.
Why in the Great Bear Spirit's name did I allow that asuran to talk me into purchasing one of these things?
"Hold on. Let me find the control."
The two charrs looked at each other and grinned ear-to-ear.
Ulfgar found the remote and flipped on the device. Within seconds, the once blank rectangle was now filled with an image of a female sylvari preparing various vegetarian cuisines.
A human patron shouted out loud. "Put it on the Arena Channel. There's supposed to be a tar pit death match between the Twin Sons of Destruction and the Annihilators."
Ulfgar grumbled as he started flipping through the channels.
"Hello ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the Bernie Lomax show. I am your host, Bernie Lomax. Today's topic - gods, do they or don't they actually exist?"
He flipped through to another channel.
This channel depicted a large male charr holding a blowtorch as he began welding together a part to a massive war tank. "Today on Heavy Thunder, we are gonna soup this baby up with five turrets and twenty..."
Ulfgar flipped the channel once more. Krenesh called out. "Hey! Leave it there! I wanted to watch that!"
Bogo and Tovu said in unison. "We called it first!"
Flipping the channel once more to a garden show then to a travel program, Ulfgar finally commented. "Y'know. It is this thing that will truly be the doom of Tyria."
The revelries continued into the early morning hours as Kaleb's and Amalthia's friends had become more acquainted with each other. By this time, Krenesh discovered that he had much in common with Brad and the two of them shared war stories until both were passed out from too much drink. Likewise, Cynthia and Navina found common ground in discussions involving the male species. Bogo and Tovu were beside themselves when Amalthia showed them the outfits that Ariyana had designed. Each of them gave their opinion on the style and composition of the garments as well as which one looked the best on whom.
Once the festivities had ended, both Amalthia and Kaleb were exhausted - not to mention, quite inebriated. Kaleb found enough strength in his body to hoist his passed out mate into his arms and lay her out onto their bed. As she lay prostrate across the sheets, snoring with drool dripping from the side of her muzzle, Kaleb couldn't help but smile. His mind, however, was clear enough to plan what he wanted to do the following day. He clutched the boxed ring in his hands for a moment then carefully slid it beneath the bed, safely out of her sight.
Tomorrow was going to be the big day.
(All chapters have been posted to AO3. Chapter 27 is posted here.)
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So much rent
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A Familiar World
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All nobles need an introduction, and Evangel Sanyi is no exception. However, her introduction to everyone else might not go as planned.  Especially considering a certain new arrival... 
The masterpost for AFW can be found here. The chapter post for AFW can be found here.
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After literally 2 years of sitting around as a draft, I’ve managed to finish Evangel’s intro chapter!!! Doubling as Seraph’s as well, it gives you a pretty good look at exactly the kind of gal we’ll be dealin with... hope y’all enjoy :D
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It turns out starting a tailor’s shop is harder than you think. You need money, a place in mind, enough space, customers, enough fabric, quick sewing abilities… The list goes on and on. It was almost too much to keep track of. Almost. Evangel Sanyi was lucky enough to have most of those things checked off, though it was more luck of birth than anything else. Coming from a family of nobles gives one a nice stash of gold to start off their dreams. In any case, the eighteen year old had found and bought a two story building in a small seaside town a couple weeks ago. That took care of a shop building. She had her old fabrics, too, which handled materials. Plus, she knew how to mend almost anything. Her skill in creating a new piece; be it a dress, fashionable skirt, accessory hat, or anything in between, was unrivaled by many. That took care of skill and competence. As for getting there, she had her choice of carriage drivers willing to help out. Seems she was all ready to set up somewhere new, with everything she needed to boot. … truthfully? Evangel was just glad the place was far away from her home city. She didn’t want her parents to see her here. She knew she would struggle and mess up. She just knew it. She didn’t need their horribly critical eye over her shoulder now. Not when she was finally doing what she wanted. The town itself seemed… alright. She hadn’t communicated with too many residents, but those she’d written to had been welcoming. She really hoped she could call this new place home. … So far, though… it wasn’t looking too promising.
Evangel stood silently at the doors to her building. A trembling hand clutched one of her bags tightly. The other held a set of keys. She’d been frozen there for a good couple minutes. Glancing from metal to wood, she tried again to muster up some courage. It’s just a building, she reassured herself. Empty and ready for me to move in. It is mine, after all. I’ve just… got to get over myself. And go inside. “Hey, Miss?” The sorceress yelped at the sudden voice, dropping her keys. “O-oh-!” she squeaked, “I’m- I’m terribly sorry, um, j-just a moment-” She harped on herself as she scrambled to pick them back up. Clumsy- jumpy- stupid- there-! She grabbed them and straightened up hastily. What a mess she’s making of things. A noise from the carriage behind her drew her gaze. The driver had hopped down from the top, and was helping his companion hold a couple boxes. “It’s quite alright, Miss!” he called again, looking quietly sympathetic. Or was he amused by her scrambling? He probably thought it was funny. Of course he thought it was funny. She was a mess. … wait, was he still talking? “- an’ I jes wanted ya to know we’re ready to unload yer stuff once ya get the door open,” he said, continuing on despite her little spiral. “So whenever yer ready, we can head in.” “O-oh, I’m sorry,” Evangel winced, fidgeting. “I’m taking too long, aren’t I?” “Nono, it’s quite alright,” the driver’s friend insisted. “Yer new to the place.” The driver nodded in agreement. “‘S nothin wrong with takin some time to-” “Yes, but I’m taking ages,” Evangel broke in, whining. “I bet this would’ve gone so much faster if I hadn’t been dithering at the door…” The two in front of her exchanged a look. “... well… we… wouldn’t have a job without you, miss,” one of them pointed out. But she wasn’t paying attention. She was sulking. Can’t even open the door for the movers, can I? She moped. What a great start I’m off to here... “... didja want some help figuring out which key it-” “No! I have to do it myself,” Evangel interrupted, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “I’ve got to, or else this building might as well be yours, or belong to anyone else in this town…” “O… kay…” The two exchanged another look, shrugging at each other. Mystified, probably. Of course they were. They already hated her, she could tell. Turning back to the doors, she looked to her keys. The silver one would open the main doors. Clutching it tightly, she moved in. She needed to get it over with so these two could leave. She knew they wanted to. The doors opened with a click, and swung out with a creak. It made her pull a face. Eugh. Such sounds wouldn’t fly at all with her shop. I’ve got to get this door replaced, she sighed. Stepping out of the way, she gestured to the two men. “There. Go ahead. Sorry I took so long…” she mumbled. “‘S alright Miss,” the driver’s friend said as they passed. “We’ll have yer stuff moved in in no time!” the driver replied, smiling at her. Was he jeering or reassuring? Ugh. What did it matter. She just watched as they carried her boxes of things inside. At least they were setting them down carefully. Her things would likely be fine if they kept that up. Might as well take a look at this building of hers… Slipping in after they set down the first load, she was determined to have a look around. If this was gonna be home, she had to know what she was dealing with. Never mind that her name was on the deed to the building. Anyone could own one, right? The first floor was almost completely open. Aside from some support beams, there were only a couple counters near one side of the room, and a long one near the back. The front of the room had a big window, and the back had a couple in the wall. The front window already made Evangel happy. It was one of the main reasons she’d bought the place, after all. Glancing around, she decided that the back counter would be the checkout counter. Plenty of space to lay out your purchases, cut fabric, and take a closer look at things in need of mending. Not to mention you could see the whole rest of the floor back there. The others, perhaps, could have hats… gloves… all manner of fashionable accessories. The only thing she didn’t like in the space were the few bits of sheet-covered furniture still lying around. And the dust. One poke at a covered armchair caused a mini avalanche. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. Revaew, did nobody have maids anymore? It was a tragedy. Turning to the door, Evangel caught sight of the driver and his friend carrying in a rather large box. Ah, perfect. She could have them take care of this… situation. “Could you move these upstairs?” She asked, gesturing vaguely to the furniture. “And try not to bring up dust, would you…?” The two paused in the doorway, both straining with their load. “Er- of course, miss- we’re just a- hah- a bit busy- at the moment-” the driver’s friend panted. “Yeah, it might be a hot minute!” the driver chimed in, “we’ve got a lotta things of yours to still bring in!” “O-oh! Of course! Sorry, don’t mind me, I-I don’t notice anything,” she fretted. Stupid. She should know better than to interrupt people! She shouldn’t have said anything! Eager to get away from the two men, she headed for the stairs. The second floor was supposed to be her living space. She hoped it was all the salesperson had talked it up to be. When the sorceress reached the door at the top of the stairs, she gently nudged it open. The following ‘creak’ made her pull a face. Again with the creaky doors… Another fix to add to the list. Stepping out of the stairwell, it appeared she’d walked into the living room. She let her gaze travel around the large space. Panelled wood floors and walls, a few closed doors, and an open wall leading into another room. The main space was certainly communal. But it was empty apart from a moth eaten rug, rolled up and leaning on the far wall. Yes… okay. Her mind was already putting together a spatial makeover. There was definitely enough space to play around with the furniture downstairs. With the right accents, the dreary space might turn homely. She could work with this. … Though... she was replacing that rug. She couldn’t stand things touched by bugs. “Colors don’t even match with the place,” she murmured, huffing. A quick survey of the other remaining rooms revealed two bedrooms, a bathroom, and the kitchen. While neither of the bedrooms were connected to the bathroom- quite disappointing, really- one of them was connected to the kitchen. That had to count for something. Even if it was nowhere near as grand as her old one, at least she’d have easy access to midnight snacks. Sacrifices have been made, she sighed, running a hand down the open cabinet door. Guess I’ll just have to deal with it… Before she could get any farther into her head, a peal of uproarious laughter floated up from downstairs. She startled so badly, she nearly slammed the cabinet door off its hinges. A second later, another round of loud cackling sounded off. What in Revaew’s golden web was going on down there?! Had the driver started a party? Oh, she hoped not. She didn’t know what she’d do if they ended up making a mess instead of moving things in. I better go down there to sort it out, the sorceress thought fretfully. She headed down the stairs, footsteps heavy on the wood. What a day this was shaping up to be. The whole trip over, she was anxious as could be. Then she couldn’t even open the door. Held up the movers and everything. Then she discovered all the furniture was dusty. And of course, to top it all off, the upstairs was so dull and drab. Her bedroom wasn’t even connected to the bathroom! Yes, what a day it was. A mess of a day for a mess of a sorceress. Oh, how she wished it was over. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case. When Evangel opened the door at the bottom of the stairwell, there were at least six other people standing by the building’s double doors. Not counting the driver and his friend, of course. They all stood around, chatting amiably, a few holding containers of… something. They laughed again as she watched them. She flinched- they were even louder down here. Revaew’s web. Maybe she shouldn’t have come down. But if she went back up, would they leave? What to do, what to do… “Ah! There she is!” a voice piped up. “The gal of the hour!” Evangel squeaked, drawing back a bit. Oh no, they’d spotted her. She fidgeted nervously as the strangers all turned to look. Don’t be rude, say something! “U-um… hello…” she murmured, waving nervously. The strangers all gave her smiles, waving in return. It was, quite frankly, terrifying. “Hope ya don’t mind us comin over,” one of them said. “We wanted to see if you needed any help moving in!” “And to bring some bits of welcome! Hope you like lasagna” another chirped, holding up their container. Upon a quick glance, Evangel realized it held food. What? Who in the world gave out food for no reason? They didn’t even know her! “Th-that’s very nice,” she mumbled, fidgeting, “but you don’t need to trouble yourselves, really…” “Ohh, it’s no trouble,” hummed yet another stranger. “We love new people in this town! We want to make sure you feel comfortable here!” “Yep,” the driver chuckled, shaking his head. “This here town’ll do that for ya. Small towns’re real friendlylike.” “Has moving in been ok?” the first stranger spoke again. “I… i guess…” Evangel shrugged, heaving a sigh. “I don’t care much for all the dust in here… and upstairs- oh, it’s so drab! The bedroom and bathroom aren’t even connected, either! It’s a bit of a travesty…” The neighbors traded some looks- uncertain and befuddled- but kept smiling nonetheless. “Well, I’m sure you’ll make it better as you get comfortable here,” the first reassured her. “I should hope so,” Evangel lamented. “I just don’t know what I’ll do with myself if I don’t like it here… Where else am I supposed to go?” “I’m… not sure, miss…” “But we’ll be here to help, should you need us!” the second neighbor chimed in. “Yeah!” the third said. “No need to worry!” “Oh, but I do worry… and I don’t know what help I need… it’s horrid to think about… just absolutely dreadful...” The driver and his friend swapped a look. What was that about? What were they thinking? Before the unhappy sorceress or the mildly confused neighbors could say anything more, the pair jumped in. “I think we’ve got things for now, y’all,” the friend said. “But thanks fer stoppin by!” “We’ll take the food and leave it in the cool cabinet upstairs,” the driver added, taking the containers with small words of thanks. Evangel watched with visible bewilderment. She’d wanted them out of here, but hadn’t they wanted to talk? “Go along now! We’ll handle the rest!” the driver’s friend continued. He jokingly waved the neighbors off. Whatever confusion they had faded, and a chorus of laughing “goodbyes” and “it’s no troubles” sounded off as they walked away. The driver glanced back at Evangel. She looked at him nervously. Was that apprehension on his face? Some worry or fear that she couldn’t identify? Why was he looking at her, anyway? What was he doing? Why had she even come downstairs if it would lead to this sort of horrible situatio- “Er, miss?” Once again, Evangel jumped at his voice. “I-I- yes-?” she squeaked. He’d come across the room to her in the time her thoughts had started spinning. He was holding out the containers of food to her. She looked them up and down uncertainly. “W… wh…?” “Would you mind taking these upstairs?” he asked gently. “We’ll be done down here soon, but they may spoil without the cold cabinet…” “Oh- of- of course,” she stuttered, nervously transferring the boxes to her own hands. “S-sorry about that-” “Nono, it’s alright! Thanks! We’ll have all your things in here in a jiff!” And with that, he walked off to help his partner. Evangel was left standing there in silence. Just her and a few boxes of food. She blinked. Turned. And slowly started back up the stairs. She blew it, didn’t she? That’s exactly what all this was about. That’s why they were all exchanging looks and making her carry food upstairs, like some peasant. Revaew’s web, why did it always have to go this way? Like she’d said before, this town didn’t look too promising… Especially not after all that… 
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Today had been yet another of unpacking boxes and setting out clothes. It was dreadful work. Everything got all mixed around, or didn’t have a proper place. Evangel felt absolutely drained by noon. Apparently, setting up a whole shop by yourself was tiring. She was resting at her desk, working on some more designs. That always seemed to calm her. It had been working before. Unfortunately, she was having a lot of trouble with the skirt of this particular dress. “I should’ve seen that coming…” she sulked, erasing part of the skirt for the fifth time in a row, “there’s no way the lace would go with that top…” Setting her pencil down, she glanced around the room. Inspiration had to be somewhere in here. A window covered in curtains… A bare mattress and pillow… A vanity with a sheet draped over it… No, none of that would do. Evangel sighed deeply, on the verge of giving up, when her eyes landed on her box of scraps. She’d made it a habit long ago to save a bit of every material she used. Perhaps something in there could be of use… A quick shuffle through the box yielded only a handful of purple feathers and some soft white wool.  “What am I supposed to do with this?” she groaned. She put her head in her hands, exasperation mixing with tired gloom. Can’t even manage a design now, much less putting together a shop, She thought sadly. She needed help, and not just with her creative process. That’s when something occurred to her. Evangel’s head snapped up from her hands. Looking to the scrap box, the little seed of an idea started to grow. The shop couldn’t get put together with just one person working. And it would be nice to have someone around the shop with her. She’d been working with her magic for long enough. And her parents had been about her age when they made theirs... … Familiars only needed a couple pieces, right? “Looks like you’ll be of some use after all,” she whispered, gently dropping the scraps to the floor.
One careful spell later, Evangel was kneeling attentively next to the enchanted scraps. Well… one careful-ish spell. She only noticed a gold ring among the remnants once she’d begun casting. The thought of a familiar with a touch of gold tickled her fancy in just the right way, so she’d opted to keep it. From the way the materials were meshing together, she’d say she made a good choice. Feathers shifted and swirled with the wool, gold saturating the whole blob. What started shapeless slowly began morphing into something recognizable. It almost looked like a doll after a minute or two. Two short dark ears, a small snout, a featheryl, dark clawed feet on little legs… It wasn’t quite an anthropomorphic sheep, but it was reminiscent of one. Wool along its neck, shoulders and arms formed lovely pearly swatches. A little mask of it across its eyes darkened to match its ears. Little glovelike cuffs of orchid feathers formed next, small three-fingered hooves capping off its arms. The feathers along its legs smoothed and darkened into webbed, striped limbs. Its main body seemed determined to hang onto the wool’s original shade of pearly white, as did the little fluffy mop of hair on its head. Its tail was a cute little bouquet of feathers. A second later, some tiny wings fluttered their way out of its back. With purple flight feathers and white tops, they matched the forming familiar’s palette perfectly.  There was a beat where Evangel couldn’t see any gold. Her brows furrowed, confusion and concern flitting across her face. Had it just been absorbed into the little familiar? Where had it gone? A second later, she got her answer. A tiny ball of gold floated up from the top of its head, spinning itself into a little halo. A layer of it dripped down over its middle feathers, giving its wings a bit of shine. Oh, how cute! She thought fondly. She figured the rest of it must be inside. Her familiar already had a heart of gold. How poetic! All the little thing would need now was to grow a bit. Then it would be perfect! … But, to her surprise, it did no such thing. Her familiar was still small enough to fit in her arms. Comfortably, at that. With the emergence of a heart shaped nose, wide bright eyes, and a double-u shaped mouth, it really did look like a doll. After the magic faded, the sorceress found herself face to face with a tiny little hybrid. It looked up at her curiously. Wondrously. Exactly like a child. … Oh dear. When Evangel made a familiar, she wasn’t expecting it to be… well. A baby. Yet, here she was. Kneeling next to a freshly formed familiar. Her freshly formed familiar. And she was at a total loss for what to do. The familiar didn’t seem to have the same tentativeness, though. It smiled up at her, little wings flapping and tiny hooves patting at the floorboards. “Hi!!! It’s nice to meet you!!!” it chirped.  It sounds just like a bird, Evangel thought dully. A little baby bird… “What’s your name?” it chirped again, head tilted to the side. Oh- shoot, right, can’t even remember my own manners- Evangel berated herself, scrambling to form a sentence. “I-I’m- um- I’m Evangel,” she managed to squeak out. “S-sorry, I, um, I’ve never done this b-before-” The familiar giggled, patting the floor again. Such a bubbly little sound. “It’s okay!!! I’m new at this too!!!” it beamed. “... right… of… of course you are…” Evangel replied hesitantly. Honestly, she was still reeling from it being so tiny and forward and new rather than anything else. What in the world was she supposed to do with a baby? Granted, it was a very bubbly baby familiar, but still… Unbeknownst to her originator, the hybrid had busied herself with looking around the space. Her eyes practically sparkled as they took the shop in. There were so many pretty things lying among the boxes! How delightful would it be if she could explore this wondrous place! One thing in particular caught her gaze. There were some sort of papers scattered over a desk. When she squinted at them, she could just make out some pictures of… A quiet gasp drifted from the hybrid, pulling Evangel back to reality. Before the bewildered sorceress could ask what was up, her familiar’s bouncy voice sounded off again. “What’s that???” it asked eagerly, pointing at her desk. Or, rather, at the things spread over it. Evangel followed its gesture with mild confusion. “You… you mean my dress designs…?” the sorceress inquired haltingly. From the delighted squeal that followed, she guessed she was right. “You make dresses?!” the familiar squeaked. “That’s so cool!!! I bet you’re so talented!!!” “I- o-oh, why thank you!” Evangel sputtered in surprised pleasure. Her familiar liked her work? Really? “Can I see em up close???” the little one begged. “Please? I promise I’ll be gentle!!!” It was looking up at her with such excitement, she thought it might burst. And, to be honest? Evangel found herself feeling about the same. Her familiar hadn’t even been around for more than a minute, and it already wanted to see her work. It- it liked her work. And it was being so, so sweet. What a precious little thing. “You know what,” Evangel started, mentally tossing aside plans of unpacking, “of course! I’ll show you my whole line of debut outfits, if you’d like!” “Oh!!! Yes please!!!” her familiar sang, bouncing in place. Evangel smiled at the sight. Carefully, she scooped the tiny hybrid off the floor. It held onto her happily, already starting to chatter about how pretty the things in the room looked while she walked over. Maybe having a bubbly little friend around wouldn’t be so bad.
Maybe it would even make living here bearable.
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How do you describe Ashera's personality?
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Oh boy…..
This going to be a hard one to explain, so beware, this post going to be really long and would likely contain A LOT of my personal analysis.
We start the series with very little knowledge of the demons, seeing them as some random supernatural creatures that dwell in darkness and negativity, with cursed power to fight vampires. It turned out that they have some really deep personality, most are twisted due to their current state, which only add more taste to their individual personality.
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At the start, Asuramaru appear…. dangerous. He’s the kind of person that smiles from the sideline and watches things unfold, alluring with sweet promises of power for sake of vengeance and alike….
However we also learned that, although demons in general have cruel personality that resort on trickery, they also often the one that speaks the truth when no one else does.
Asuramaru is unique even among those demons. To begin with, he warned Yuu about the danger that humans are using him to their advantage, as a sign that he cared for his well-being, although he never shows to care emotionally or personally, and more like a personal adviser.
This personality changes more later as time progressed. By the second season, Asuramaru and Yuu can be considered friends, perhaps more.
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This is a unique bonds that cannot be found in any other demon-human relationship on the series because of their nature. 
The Wikia of the series often cite that demons are more like “trusted enemies” than friends. However the relationship of Yuu and Asuramaru is more than that. I can safely say that the two exceed other typical relationship of demon and its user when the two get warmed up. This is where we see more personality of Asuramaru outside of his job with the demonic contract.
As a person, Asuramaru is hard to determine because sometimes he shows that he cared so much of Yuu, and yet sometimes, he barely shows any emotional attachment to him, despite him seeing Yuu as someone important to him.
At first it’s hard to see why, but when we see deeper, it’s simple: Asuramaru indeed care for Yuu, but he often deny his own feeling. 
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Why? Because he believe that it’s how demons suppose to be. He believes that demons shouldn’t have feelings. The reason why he felt bad for Krul but he refuse to admit it. The reason why he wanna know more about Yuu but he act like he didn’t really care.
So yes, he care about Yuu and the rest, but just like any other demons on the series, they tried to act mean and heartless because they believes that their only meaning of existence is to possess others and to devour their heart.
Asuramaru meanwhile shows a lot of weird symptoms. The most obvious is that he shows boredom and loneliness, then jealousy. These three traits are something that he ACTIVELY expressed in almost every single chapter whenever he appear on the series.
Wait, jealousy? Yes! He shows spite on the angels for taking over Yuu, and he expressed sadness when Yuu choose angels instead of him. Asuramaru also don’t like how Yuu get easily controlled by humans, as he rather wish for Yuu to move according to his own free will. 
Honestly, there’s a personality type that could perfectly describes him: Asuramaru is a goddamn tsundere! 
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But no, not like typical cliche anime tsundere. Definitely not the shallow tsundere like Mitsuba, we don’t talk about her.
When I said he’s a tsundere, it’s because he try to appear cold, not caring about his person of interest, but is actually caring on the inside, and is especially sweet after you get close with him.
Asuramaru act like Yuu is no one for him, but he will go REALLY far for him, just like when the seraph taken over his master.
Yet, Asuramaru will always deny his feeling, because he believes that it’s just how demon should be. This will DEFINITELY going to change once he recover his memories, which should be…. very soon.
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We’re very, very close on learning about Ashera’s true personality, which will surface up as soon as his memories recovers.
Based on his past though, Asura is…. well he’s really nice. He was just a kid back then but he’s so thoughtful. As we can see on the newest chapter (chapter 78), Ashera is much more mature than Yuu. He know that life can be hard, and he think about things thoroughly. He speak with manners and he try to be polite with everyone, in VERY similar manner to how Mika act when he was a child. 
He seems like those that pay attention to every single small details, just like how he enjoys to watch over the sun in the sky, he also watches over the surrounding world and whoever around him.
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Ashera as a child is much more mature than others. He ask what would be his duty as a slave and why he was bought, unlike Yuu that takes it as granted, that just to enjoy whatever he have in his life.
He even thought that perhaps his master bought slaves so often in order to pleasure himself, as sex slaves, implied during this chapter. This is something not a normal child would think about, but Ashera keeps on thinking about his reason of existence even when Yuu jokes around with him.
His childhood shows a lot of his “normal humane emotions” that he didn’t shows much later on. First of all, the child Ashera cried, he contemplate his life decision, he missed his family, he shows fears and worries. This is again reminds me with Mika during his childhood. He tried to be strong, he try to do this for someone, but he shed tears when no one seeing.
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Something else that we barely know is…. well….. Ashera before he became a demon, but also when he’s no longer human.
We know that vampire tend to lose their humanity, but when Asura becomes vampire, he still radiates sunshine of positive emotions, as if he’s a ray of sunshine, even brighter than when he’s still human.
What changes him?
Something for sure, he’s such a caring person, regardless if he’s a human, vampire or demon, as he devotes his life for sake of someone, to achieve something for the greater good.
One thing that we know is that Ashera throws away his life for sake of Krul, or perhaps that’s just one of the reason. From here, we can see that Ashera can be so similar to Yuu or even Mika. But this is as far as we know so far.
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That’s as far as what we know about his canon personality, back when he’s still human, before he became a demon.
After he became a demon, his personality changes mostly because he simply believe it’s how he meant to be. However a shed of his original personality still exist even then, although at minimum.
Asuramaru as a demon is a MUCH more complex person. He shows care but try to not shows his emotions, denying of his own feeling, meanwhile still actively shows that he cares for his master.
Perhaps the most genuine emotions that we can see through the personality of Asuramaru as a demon, is when he COULDN’T masked his emotions, like when he’s embarrassed, like when he’s sad or angry.
…..Did I mentioned angry? Because he’s the ONLY demon on the series that shows so, so, so much care for his master, that he’ll scream at him whenever his master doing some stupid shit. It happens a lot, actually. 
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It’s actually kind of adorable. Like what I said, Asuramaru is definitely a tsundere, and a much better tsundere than the cliche bitch such as Mitsuba. 
To sums it up? Well, it’s hard to sums up what kind of person Asuramaru is….
Sometimes he’s really nice, sometimes he act like he didn’t care but he actually care deep inside. Sometimes he act mature and rational, but sometimes he’s just a naughty little demon. He’s a hard one to guess.
One thing for sure, he’s unique even among demon. Heck, he was special when he was even a vampire, and he was different among human, so his personality is surprisingly very complex and deep.
Something that we can enjoy is that despite all of these stuff, he can still be so cute and adorable. Sometimes it’s hard to tell if he really care or not, sometimes it’s hard to tell if he’s being mean or kindhearted, sometimes it’s hard to tell if he’s being childish or mature, but sometimes, he’s just really endearing.
We barely knows much about Ashera as a person, or his lifetime as a vampire, but at least we knows him as a lovely little demon.
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A recap of my last game
I DM a Homebrew fantasy game for 5 players currently of level 4. The players consist of Anlyth (half-elf valor bard) and his pet tiger Toffee, Fin (wight treachery paladin/fighter), Jorgim (warforged arcane trickster rogue), Wiglaf (loxodon totem warrior barbarian), and Killjax (dragonborn oathbreaker paladin)
They have been traveling through my Empire of Skarstar to look for the cult of Orcus, which had been speculated of kidnapping young women and children. They traveled to the Ohuragh swamp, taking over two and a half months to travel from where they were to get here. They proceeded dodging massive crocodiles and snakes and insects, but fighting a few demons
Rightfully concerned because demons don't just reside in the swamp, they took some very careful steps in the next leg of their journey. With three of them not having darkvision, the Jorgim cast Light and allowed them to see what they were fighting and where they were going. they were specifically told to avoid the trail, because that's where the most common kidnappings take place.
Due to a 24 perception check from Wiglaf, struggling off in the distance was heard. Shouts in Elvish from a female voice and Common from two male voices. A kidnapping taking place. Throwing caution to the wind, Fin prepared a Wrathful Smite and ran to the struggling sounds once Wiglaf had pointed them out.
With an immense great damage rolls from a a surprise round, here's what went down. Fin had caved the head of a cultist in, while Wiglaf had skewered one with his tusks. A bone trident being thrown from Anlyth entered the chest of one, while he insisted his tiger go attack the third, whom just a few seconds before had his throat slit by Jorgim.
After the obvious cultists were killed, they found the would-be victims. An Elvish woman and her two half-breed children*. They were naked, beaten, and bruised, but alive. The chains and cuffs that bound them were released and, after an offering of help, they rejected and simply ran home out of terror. The party later found a human man who was dead, the obvious husband of the now widowed Elvish woman.
Eventually, they found what appeared to be a stone structure, like an underground bunker that bordered the massive Lake Jalgurtna. With the sun having set and night present, they watched from afar under the cover of darkness as a ship came to the bunker. The way the swamp is is that it doesn't have an actual beach or a dock. It goes with its hearth and then hits a lake. A ship shows up, very dim lantern light are the only things allowing the people to see over 50 slaves, mostly young women and children**. If they didn't move, they were whipped. If they stopped moving, they were lightly stabbed. If they talked back, they were outright executed.
From the door, illumiated by lantern light, a halfling of brown skin and blond hair and beard arrived, shadowed by a much taller and much paler elf. The halfling was revealed to be the individual that had killed Fin and also the noble that spit in the face of Anlyth all those years ago and that he was the showrunner for this slave ring. It was then that, through conversation, they found out that these women and children were being auctioned off and sold as old regular and sexual slaves. Those who weren't bought were used as sacrifices to Orcus.
After an intense interparty conversation, Jorgim, do at this point had Light off, I'd let it loose again so that Fin's silhouette was visible, also catching the large loxodon. They were trying to get noticed, and noticed they were. The halfling threatened them and even asked if they wanted to "buy a girl" before entering the stone structure. It is important to note that only 2 out of the 5 person party were noticed
They waited for a week, observing and taking their long rest to scout out the location and get patterns to plan their attack. after a small ambush from a giant crocodile, which they quickly dispatched, Jorgim cast Find Familiar to create a tiny spider that scouted out the entirety of the small dungeon and recreate a map so they could know all the nooks and crannies. After that, their plan was ready to be put in place.
They put Fin in the Bag of Holding, as he couldn't breathe so he wouldn't die within the magical bag. Anlyth was going to pose as a buyer, bullshitting his way into getting a reference from someone to come to the slave ring. Meanwhile, Wiglaf and Killjax were reinforcements, hiding out in case things got messy. Anlyth cast Invisibility on Jorgim so that he could accompany him and act as a surprise backup and they made their way to the hut
Some amazing deception rolls later, he got into a hut. The elf was skeptical of Anlyth from the beginning, especially after the half-elf had cast Silence, the slave ring owner quickly using Subtle Spell to cast Dispel Magic.
Once inside and they realized they have been made, Anlyth let Fin out of the bag and the halfling, now realizing he was name Halgy, fled deeper. after slaughtering cultist, dodging traps, freeing slaves, and all that bad ass hero shit, they found the summoning area.
In an attempt to summon Orcus, the halfling sacrificed a child. Instead of Orcus, they received Lord Seraph the Disgusting, former noble turned scion. Instantly frightened of this creature that was way above their level, they could do nothing as Halgy cast Plane Shift to get himself and Lord Seraph free of the situation, leaving the party to slaughter the rest of the cultists.
Their next adventure awaits them
*the term for mixed races, like half-elves and half-orcs, are called half-breed in my world. A staggering racism is perpetuated against half-breed, so the kidnapping of half-breed children was more common than most other races.
**I made sure not to spring a very touchy topic like this on to my players. I asked the people playing and they said they were okay with the events taking place.
((hey guys! This is a little new for me, as it's not a Homebrew, but I had a really fun time running my game a few days ago and I wanted to share it with the internet. I'm not sure if these campaign diaries will become a regular thing or if I should stick to Homebrew, I'm not sure. Anyway, hope you all enjoy my little anecdote of my adventure and the possible future antics of my party))
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