#that the male undead sound btw

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SPOILERS, Discussion II, Chapter 6 Part 2.

Don't read this if you haven't read this chapter.

This is an author answer/response to "Wednesdays_Destiny" on AO3 because I can't be bothered (or frustrated) to chop it up into God knows how many comments in their 10K limit.

Purple is direct Afterburn Canon/quote.

Pink is Wednesdays_Destiny's thoughts/q's.

THE COLORS ARE A LITTLE MESSED THIS TIME. IDK what happened, something happened when it saved to drafts. It's this trash site's problem. Not going back to fix it 💀

Fun video clip included under the cut.

>legitimate physical harm is fair game.<

>>>Usually such rules "everything except" happen after "except" happens, so I wonder if they had an incident previously.

It’s that they know that the different species have different levels of powers, some more potentially dangerous than others, so they respect each others’ differences by keeping each other safe. (This is a little spoilery.)

>it billowed out their noses as their<

>>>Yeah sorry that ship has sailed B/Y, nothing will beat the irritated dragon Wednesday.

Wednesday shotgunned Donovan on her birthday, too. It hits different though, I get it…Yoko has yet to win any hearts over. But shotgunning is still sexy.

>gives a vampire the benefit<

>>> Is that a benefit? Despite being able to mix you Just need to buy and consume more then?

If normal people mixed drugs the way vampires can, they’d all be dead. Or undead, if they’re lucky enough to be “resuscitated” by a vampire before the heart stops. Either way, vampires can't die of an OD.

>perhaps she just didn't remember<

>>>>I will admit I am curious what happened that she chose to forget it ever happened.

Well, we’ll just have to see if that question is ever answered in canon or in a flashback or in a deleted scene or in a short one shot or…

>those powers wouldn't show up for another few years<

curious if sirens/Gorgon also get their powers during puberty of it they have it from birth.

Sirens and Gorgons are born that way, with some minor changes as growth happens. And I’m taking from N/Canon that psychic powers don’t show up until just about mid-puberty. Wednesday’s psychic powers showed up after the Fester-like electricity did to a noticeable degree…that’s all I’ll say about that for now, since it’ll probably be covered in Chapter 7. And BTW, male sirens and gorgons are rarer than females; Kent and Ajax are the outliers of their kind. Telekinesis is male-dominated outside of vampires (where it’s gender neutral), but there are Addamses who have that. They have a wide array of powers in the family.

>since her very plain surname wasn't exactly memorable.<

>>>>What do you mean? Addams is like one of the most memorable last names there is.

It’s actually common (35th in the U.S.), except for the spelling. That’s why Enid spelled it “Adams” in her shitty blog.  LOL

>cold and professional…. A sudden commotion<

>>>> And you blueball us pff. Given that she lost her virginity to our sheriff the farthest they went was a blowjob, maybe that explains how she was so good with Donovan first try - if she was "experimenting" with with boys previously.

I probably won’t write what happened (even though I know exactly what happened…) but she did not put her mouth on him. That I can tell you. It was, at first, honestly innocent “doctor” play.

>"I'm ovulating." <

>>>>Oohhh FucK

Oh no, someone’s gonna end up pregnant in their sophomore year of high school, oh nooooo…*cackling*

>the colorful rainbow rippling up and<

>>>>Talk about inconvenient, that prevents all types of exhibition kinks like having a remote vibe inside in the classroom, coming and trying to not move a muscle/be dead quiet so no one catches on. But besides that its fucking glorious.

I can imagine many, many funny scenarios where their orgasms happen in public.

>his sister's paranoid drug rages<

>>>>Glad I have never touched any type of drug, of any type. That sounds just horrible.

Some people can’t handle their drugs *at all*. Wednesday is smart and doesn’t take unnecessary risks (so far) with drugs. Divina has difficulty with it, and not necessarily because she takes too much (though sometimes she does…I think there’s a lot of pain and guilt in her since I already have their backstory written).

>the balloon inflated, rising off of his hand<

>>>>Now do that with Laurels head.

He’ll deal with some of his rage about “Ms. Thornhill” in the sequel, I think.

>strange tornado of feelings he had for an old, quirky acquaintance<

>>>>Given that Donovan is 55 he will be dead in 30ish years at the latest, then you will be a man and can go collect your woman. Till then run a FwB with Bianca.

*laughs in Omnipotent POV*

>gorgon was stone hard<

Punny American, I see.

🥸

>her during, manipulating pressure against her clit<

>>>>Or you could use your powers to massage parts you could not normally reach, like the roots and base of her clit instead.

Do you honestly believe that nerdy little Rowan who kissed like he was a thirsty dog lapping at a water bowl would know anything about female anatomy other than the clit and vagina?  Plus even if he did, he’d still be lost since the siren’s weird labia kinda work differently (they’re able to move/ripple…kinda like Pseudobiceros bedfordi: 

Persian Carpet Flatworm Pseudobiceros bedfordi )

See that rippling?  That’s how their labia work. Only they also have lamellae (think the underside of a mushroom) that also move with that.

>amazingly satisfying cock, just big<

>>>>Imo missed opportunity to have him have a 4 inch cock and use his telekintetic powers to stretch the vagina of the girl he is with telekineticly making him always be the perfect fit.

Rowan was not a shapeshifter like his father, so extending his dick would hurt him and shortening the vag of the girl to make his tiny peen fit would hurt her (when Chance has sex with Weems, he changes things about himself to fit her, like his tongue, but honestly, he is already her perfect fit…ahem). As a telekinetic, he can only manipulate what is already there, whereas shapeshifters are...

...more flexible.

Plus I wanted to be kind to Rowan…it wasn’t his fault he lost his mind.

>"Is what all that we are?" "I dunno. I just have a feeling."<

>>>>The fact of having pictures of lots of ancient, important and powerful legacy in your hideout, a bunch of old valuable books...I have no idea how you would get that idea. The nightshades were always meant to be a trivial social club.

This is an N/Canon problem. Given that Bianca et al have had this kind of access to the library (hmm, how did they get it in the first place…I guess I’ll have to be the one to fricking explain it then, thanks N/Canon crap writers LOL) for at least two other semesters and HASN’T read any of those books, uh…yeah. Someone intro’ed the Nightshades as a “social club”. Hmm, I wonder whooooo………..

>Bianca held a bit of resentment<

>>>>As much as I love Enid, that is her biggest flaw, I suspect she runs the blog because she did not have any real friends - she was rooming alone before and Yoko had space, so she prob was using it to fill some void.

I’ve thought about that as well. She was rooming alone. Why? Poor Enid. Enid has her strengths, but she can be a little ditzy.

>"S'not like Addams hasn't made it abundantly clear that she doesn't want 'im."<

>>>>-They have history, she saved him, he saved her, in the infirmary, she looked...content, she finds him interesting (as the killer or not)... I get why he's holding out hope.

Bianca doesn’t know anything about their history.

> whose activity had made Divina's siren song a little louder<

>>>> The siren song is the power they use to manipulate, is the implication here it's like a cat purring? A cat's purr does have certain qualities of a siren song…

We saw how a “siren song” actually works (twice, once with Tyler and once with Coach Vlad). In order to manipulate someone, they have to state what they want them to do. With this aspect of a  siren song, it’s more like a deep sea mating song. They’re not telling anyone to do anything, it’s not produced out of manipulation; it’s produced out of pleasure.

That said, have you ever heard a female cat's mating call? It’s not purring. A whale's call sounds like this. But the wails, as pleasant as they are (and they are pleasant, not as harsh as whale sounds) just happened to remind Xavier of cats/Morella.

>would suction into place around a female siren's cervix<

>>>>Tor, making up siren genitalia since Wednesday But I am curious, does that still work if the male siren is cut? Are sirens not cut?

Male sirens are never cut.

>"We have to go on ahead with your original plan,"<

>>>>Given you got killed via nightshade poisoning, Enid fights the Hyde and Wednesdays shoe killing thornkill your plan failed.

Hmm.

>her father out of those murder charges stemming<

>>>>Stemming from you - no one else saw Gomez holding that sword so it was you who put that whole ball rolling.

She described what she saw and the circumstances around it.  She isn’t psychic, yanno. LOL Plus she was Enid’s age, or about.

>"You still think she could be the one?"<

>>>>Curious what the payoff for that one will be. As a possible theory, the chancellor is a Wednesday stalker by the end.

Hmm. I will say that eventually they will have some scenes together.

>Trust me…they're all safe, fucking each other under the moonlight.<

>>>>What? 6 out of the 300+ Students are safe and the others are just fucked. The bad fucked.

He assumes that the whole school is probably fucking under the moonlight too, so when he says “all” it’s extended to mean everyone in the castle. All horny teens. And he’s probably correct. I just haven’t gone into the dorms of the other three halls yet (which I have named, since the fucking fuck writers haven’t given us those names either).

>listening to Noble's concerns about the lack of progress on the case<

>>>> Interesting if I recall correctly Noble thought the murders to be a bear not any type of outcast. So there is no case in Noble's mind?

This is part of N/Canon that pisses me off; Noble used to be Sheriff. Meaning he was a cop, investigating crimes. So AB/C Noble heavily suspects that it really isn’t a bear, given the wounds. He tells Weems and the public that they’re bear attacks because he’s working to preserve their symbiotic relationship. Nevermore gets left alone from any ordinances/bigots like David Breeding because Nevermore contributes to his campaign and gives shitloads of cash to the city in taxes and donations.

>approved people just weren't human enough<

>>>>Oh no...is this going where I think it's going?

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>pilgrims who persecuted and murdered outcasts<

>>>>Regarding my outcast questions, THIS is why it's important

You cannot even look at a Gorgon…

The original outcasts in the colonies did not include gorgons and sirens. More on that in the future, I already have things planned and am not spoiling that.

>when few outcasts were sent overseas<

>>>>Why? Looping back to some of my other questions, Georgians don't do it intentionally, so could you just tie one to the barrel of your tank and anyone trying to shoot at you gets stoned? They would be the best war asset, same with shapeshifters infiltrating the command level of the military Are outcasts even an only native American thing?

I don’t think outcasts normally like to get involved in Muggl — erm, norminal affairs. The only ones who were sent were vampires. Both groups would end up losing more than they would if they just left each other alone.

>and he lived in a trailer >like an accident by running her over with his truck<

>>>>Unless that truck had fist shaped tires, I do not see how that could have worked. Also, that is fucking brutal.

Men like Breeding are the type who would do something like this.  And it’s been done before.

>building a decent case against someone<

>>>>While it would be great to have those violent people gone it would not solve the murders happening Donovan.

He’s just trying to buy time.

> That's one Hell of a 'therapist'<

>>>>It's called shock therapy I believe. With her fingers. And Shocks.

💀

>He'd been forbidden to masturbate<

>>>>Wednesday should get the same rule...also Him coming untouched thinking of her while also able to last multiple of her orgasms while inside her is confusing.

Wednesday lives by her own rules in all canon, LOL And a man can’t control his wet dreams. Also, the power of the mind vs. body is a strange thing. I’ve seen some men last through multiple orgasms. I’ve seen some who are one weak little stream and that’s it. So there is always the average, which is a big pond to find average fish in, but then you have the special ones, like Donovan and shape shifters.

>There was no way that he would have taken the chance of a perfect match.<

>>>>Then why bother? Frankly, this tells you very little. Only that both claws are related. It could be your wife's family had more hides in them that are still around I get him trying to deny it, but at least be sure of it and then deny it.

His wife’s family are all in France (though a lot of them are dead), and he wanted to be more than sure it was Tyler and not some other Hyde (in case there was another Hyde). Francie’s DNA may have been wiped from CODIS, but testing might still have record of it, thus Donovan wasn’t going to take the risk of the official channels finding the match. He’s a little paranoid since he’s pretty sure he still has copies of files that were otherwise ‘lost’.

>chided him for being weak and pathetic.<

>>>>How is Donovan weak and pathetic?

There is a method to my madness with these secondary, no-line characters. You're just going to have to trust me.

> What brought out Tyler's? <

>>>>You see there is this lovely woman, glasses, loves plants, hates outcasts, loves coffee and your sons cock.

#Gatesmonster has my attention atm.

>and was sitting up in his new black and white pet bed > the girl who had a soft spot for animals<

>>>>While that thought is adorable, I doubt she cares for animals as a whole, given she basically murdered two bags full of piranhas in the opener and besides loving her pet Nero I do not recall any other interactions with animals.

That she has a ‘way’ with animals is canon.  She has hibernated with bears and swam with sharks. Those weren’t one of her usual ‘Wednesday being edgy’ lies, since Wednesday and Gomez confirm the shark thing. Bear hibernation was sort of confirmed with Eugene.

>since photography had been a hobby of his<

>>>>That is neat, giving our man some hobbies. Proper photography is hard too, and no selfies on whatever site currently is in are not photography

This is something that Wednesday and Donovan share/bond with over. She likes crime scene photography, so she was taught to develop her own film.

>that she had a mirror fetish<

>>>>Katoptronophilia you mean ?...Donovan, also using this chance to point out that kink and fetish are different, kink is optional but gives pleasure, fetish needs to be present to get pleasure at all.

I’m not going to go into this debate because it’s silly, especially when everyone is always contradicting themselves when trying to parse the difference. The Addamses all have it, hence the Hall of Mirrors. People can have a fetish for something but not have to indulge in it every time. How many times have people discovered their spouses’ fetishes after not having a clue about them before marriage? Plenty. As well, I see them as something that would immediately get someone off, where as a kink can be more drawn out.

>grim creeperism that kept everybody else at a distance<

>>>>That is such an interesting point, is Wednesday acting or is she genuine when she is creepy...Eg the hug with Enid, was that Wednesday, giving in "fine I like hugs" or was that purely for enid's sake

I have been meaning to do a series about the lies Wednesday tells whenever she wants to shock people. We already know she does this, purposely, within her first ten minutes with Enid. “Rumor has it that you killed a kid at your old school and your parents pulled a few strings to get you off…” “Actually it was two kids, but who’s counting?” (Lie, since she didn’t kill any kids at all, she just maimed Dalton.) “I was born on Friday the 13th.” (Lie, since her birthday on the show is in November and there was no Friday the 13th in November 2006.) “Sartre said ‘Hell is other people.’ He was my first crush.” (Very unlikely, LOL). Etc., etc.

>A sixteen-year-old Wednesday was more bold, perhaps reckless<

>>>> This is making me wonder who the first one to find out who shouldn't be, regarding "I fuck who I want, and there is nothing you can do about it"

Upcoming, Chapter 7.

>she was forced to keep rejecting the boy's advances<

>>>>-She seemed really shocked and pleased about that date location, unless she's faking the whole "iam into death" thing, a crypt would be the perfect spot to take the creepy goth girl, and of course a normal scary movie would be a joke to her, so either double down with a classic or go the inverse with a vibrant movie that is scary and torture for her.

I don’t think the ‘I’m into death’ thing is faked, but by this point in the AB story, she’s already had her candle lit birthday, and it was done better, even though it wasn’t in a crypt. Again, Tyler went with the assumptions here. 

>>>>When Donovan leaves the way she looked to (her) bottom left "oh fuck how am i gonna explain that one to my man ?"

🙂

>"Do I scare you, Donovan?"<

>>>>I feel like...i saw that line befor...hmmm.

This whole scene before the truck was the one I had to take back from Part 1.  So people read it there, first.

> with her electrical discharges<

>>>> Since I have yet to see a payoff to that little storyline, here is my newest take on it: She's gonna kill him with said electrical discharges during one of her most powerful orgasms she has for him

Nope.

>or into her womb<

Given how much he has filled her with already, there should be something in the oven already…

🙂

>slight strabismus in her right eye<

>>>>Is this something you made up? I saw your recent post with Wednesday/Tyler at the station, and she does have it but that could just be due to the distance he just went up to her?

Normal Wednesday/Jenna eyes:

She has it in the scene where they’re arresting Xavier…because she’s so full of pride and excitement that her right eye just wants to bug out into a different direction LMAO:

It's slight (I did say slight!).

Not tryna be mean, but it’s there (and also visible at split second times in other scenes/things she does). Doesn’t make her less cute. If Jenna God forbid ever saw this, I hope she knows that no one's perfect, certain sht can't be helped, she's cute in this whole series.

>"You're destroying your liver."&lt;

>>>>Yeah well you decided to go for an old alcoholic, the limited expiration date was visible before you made your purchase Addams.

She didn’t know just how much he drank (not the beer in his desk, but the scotch), though, until…well. That answer is in this chapter too.

>"Doll, you know what it's like to make promises in this fucked up world we live in," &lt;

>>>> love to hear his unwavering affection for her, iam sure nothing can shake that. Right?

He will love her until the day that he dies. ETA: And vice versa (she will love him until the day she dies as well).

>"Even if I dig up more bodies?" she asked&lt;

>>>>Taking her to a court ordered gravedigging might be a good setting for a date with him.

Hmm. 

>run down wasn't exactly something she was eager to witness either&lt;

>>>>Given that Canon Wednesday stated she had it on her bucket list, does this mean your Wednesday is a softer version and part of the "I love death" she exhibits is fake?

“Bucket list” N/C comment was one of her lies/shock value/edgy comments, see above about her lies/sarcasm, to mess with people. AB/C Wednesday is pretty accurate to that except for how she behaves around Donovan, which is the softer part. And yet she will still say her ‘Wednesday lies’ around him, too. It’s just how she is. I feel like she does this to keep people at a distance so they never know the real truth around who she is…kind of a defense mechanism.

>it was horrific and she froze&lt;

>>>>It really was not that bad Wednesday, Eugene's claw wounds were much more severe, speaking off, the mayor got killed because he got it figured out, why exactly got Eugene attacked again? Laurel specifically ordered Tyler there for what, injure him? As much as I love Eugene, he should be dead.

I’ve watched this scene more times than I can count just for the surprised and shocked gasp of hers that happens when Noble is hit, and to watch her hurriedly get the fk out of his SUV (hurried so much that she didn't bother to close the hatch) and run towards them.  She was shocked by it/took no pleasure in it. 

Regarding Eugene, I believe he survived because he had that thick jacket on. Rowan had his vest but it wasn’t zipped up, same goes for the camper in the beginning (I think). Eugene had layers that could’ve helped save him from deadlier wounds (Tylermonster didn’t have too much time to hack and slash at him like he did with Fabian, since Tylermonster could hear that Wednesday was on the way via them calling out to each other).

Also speaking of Eugene: Laurel fucking Gates could detach Noble from his ventilator, but not Eugene from his?  COME ON!!! 

>he hooked her leg over his hip and started thrusting&lt;

>>>>I have to admit I had to reread this a couple times before (I think) I pictured it correctly...

Do I have to illustrate this with LEGO again?  Her right leg is on the door frame because there’s no real space to put the left foot (his cruiser has a metal grate that separates arrestees in the back; but he does have some shelf space behind the front seats for shit like equipment, his hat, etc.). He hooked her left leg over him (with her pants having slid off her boot...those are wide-leg pants again).

>more pained sounds she made, the harder he fucked&lt;

>>>>Is our sweetheart Donovan also into inflicting pain? It would appear so.

I think it’s harder to describe than that.

>there was nothing but blissful acceptance&lt;

>>>>So breathplay is another Kink of hers.

Maybe.

>Donovan hated hearing her name fall from Tyler's lips&lt;

>>>> The fuck did he even come from? I checked he was standing in a corner and when he is leaving he's using a different door like what.

I like to think he was coming in from the garage. The exterior of the house doesn’t match the interior shots anyway, so in AB/Canon, that door he came in from in the scene w Tyler was the garage. For all we know, it leads to the outside (probably N/Canon, but again...the house’s interior doesn’t match the exterior, as there’s another door on almost the same corner as that kitchen/dining/living room door below):

>"Came home during my shift last week.&lt;

>>>>During an eventual next reread I will need to note down dates and day changes to see if this is one session we have been with them.

🙂

>his right in a fist near his face.&lt;

I gotta say iam not sure how I feel about this Donovan, failing to do what is right is not equal to doing wrong...but getting violent (again based on his fearful reaction) is not excusable.

I wrote this scene before I discovered that in the original script, Donovan was supposed to smack him. I see why they cut it out, violence is never a solution and that saved Donovan from being a terrible guy in N/Canon, but at this point in the AB story, Donovan is overwhelmed. Think of how much higher this makes his stress level (to think that his own son could potentially find out or figure out that he’s been fucking ((and is totally in love with)) a younger girl). He’s unraveling, like Wednesday.  Except Wednesday doesn’t have to look at a killer ((that he loves)) every night.

>I won't even mention what else I smell&lt;

>>>>I mean, what else DO you smell ?, The Sheriff, her smelling freshly fucked/sweaty, possibly cum. Weed. A proper cake? It's not that bad Enid.

There are loads of other things werewolves can smell around other non-werewolves when they’re conscious of it.

> checking to make sure the flashlight still worked&lt;

>>>> Not on you but the show, the fuck is up with those flashlights, modern flashlights are powerful enough to illuminate a fucking forest in the middle of the night as if its day, why do you run around with a candle on a stick basically? Fucking amateurs

I think they were trying to keep on the fact that Wednesday is still old fashioned. Hence her batteries for her flashlight instead of getting one that you can recharge, etc.  Though she has a really weird flashlight that flashes red. I dunno why they did that (the scene where they come upon the Cadillac at the mansion).  ETA 9/10/23: This was the one mistake I made so far in interpreting the series, the red flash was not her flashlight, it was the above lamp she turned on. Which still doesn't make sense, why red? Weird. Anyway, I missed that at first, but I know it now. (Another reason why I need to keep watching 7 and 8 while I write my 7 and 8. The sequencing and details are a bigger mess.)

>"Since the Rave'N.&lt;

>>>>Ha Enid caught on immediately.

She sure did. It was especially strong after her birthday, in spite of the rain/some wash-offs.

>Wednesday was a really pretty girl&lt;

>>>>Everyone loves Eugene. I have not met anyone who dislikes Eugene. Look how much fanfiction is Eugene centric. How often he gets the girl. Never.

He’ll get the girl. The people in this fandom forget about the Longbottom Effect.

>the other Furs can&lt;

>>>>8 Hours runtime and we know a single Named fur: Enid, Murray/Esther do not count because they do not go to the school.

No vampires except Yoko, either. 

>'clique' were all fucking each other.&lt;

>>>>It does break my heart that sweet Ajax is cheating on Enid, at this point they are together and this confirms she has no idea.

Ajax…crap, I can’t type what I was gonna type. … 🙂

>if he's got a big — " "Enid."&lt;

>>>>Damn it Enid not you too, men have more value than the size of their cocks! , just think about the size of their wallets!

She a typical curious teen girl.  I’d have asked too.  

>hideous looking monster.&lt;

>>>>Given you have given the sirens new genitalia, are about to give Enid special lady parts, Is Laurel dealing with normal or "advanced" genitalia?

Laurel’s dealing with Tyler’s almost 7” long schlong. He hasn’t transformed during sex. 

>they smelled like the boy who had accompanied them&lt;

>>>>So she knows.

She doesn’t even have a suspicion yet because she literally has no clue as to what’s going on.  Wednesday never talks to her about it because she doesn’t want to hear it (canon, after she faints and makes W move her own crime board). If you were Enid and you were totally sidetracked into doing something totally fucked up and suddenly came upon this bed that smelled like Tyler’s pheromones (and Laurel’s, but she can’t place it because she’s only smelled her in passing/didn’t really have cause to commit her scent to memory), you’d wonder WTF was going on, too. 

>Disappeared. Evidence, disappeared&lt;

>>>>God iam so upset that this is what happened and canon, really? Small little Laurel emptied out the whole place? ...

I have hated the writers for this, too. She’s small like Wednesday is. To move ALL of that stuff in so little time?  COME ON. 

Unless…she had help.

>to this case is somewhere, it never is!"&lt;

>>>>How so? She brought you two DNA samples, and while the match between them was a bust, you luckily had a third sample so she DID confirm your suspicion by delivering you Tylers claw.

Rowan’s body wasn’t (which to him is still an unsolved mystery at this point), the cave got destroyed before they could get to it (THIS IS STUPID CANON TOO! The minute she gave him the claw she should have also told him where she fkn got it…there was more than enough time to get over to the damn cave to search it for prints/other evidence). AB/C Donovan also suspects that this evidence could’ve helped figure out who unlocked Tyler, so having a promise of it only to have it not pan out is frustrating to him, so he’s taking it out on her.

>what it was that he was keeping from her&lt;

>>>>Iam so excited for the next two chapters to find out if they talk about Tyler being the hyde before the official reveal in canon, both of them basically know it's him, even more so once Enid provides her insight.

🙂

>We'll talk when I get back."&lt;

>>>>Tyler bud, I know things have been hard but I really need you to stop monstering, my girlfriend is starting to suspect you.

Hmm.

>"I don't want that right now,"&lt;

>"Shoulders…please." &lt;

>>>>really appreciate that she tells him what she likes.

She’s been reading that communication is the key to a healthy sex life. …Or maybe she’s just bossy.  

>rather liked that smell. It was the smell of her arousal&lt;

>>>>The inclusion of smell in your sex scenes is something I love. It's a sense that is often overlooked.

I try to include it in everything, regardless (the cedar cabin, the aroma of beer in Wednesday’s first kiss, etc.). It’s something that a lot of shows (and fic) miss.

>"That sounds like a you problem,"&lt;

>>>>No that's a both of you problem, if you do not help to make your partner decent again when they have to be, you're just an asshole.

She was being an asshole because she was pissed about him not believing her. She feels he knows better and needs to open up more, especially after the rough sex in the cruiser.

>"You don't have a choice — "&lt;

>>>>This is not how it works Wednesday, because if it were you are in a relationship with Xavier or Tyler right now. Both sides need to agree to form and maintain a relationship, so once Donovan decides he needs a break, it is out of your hands.

Honestly, they should be talking to each other about everything re: the case. He doesn’t really need the break from her, he needs to be able to breathe easier since he knows his son is a killer and that he could end up killing the one thing that makes him feel like living again. But I’m also going by canon, so…they have to have a break.

>"Of course. My apologies for," she cleared her throat, "my behavior. Just now."&lt;

>>>>Love that she realized that too and that she apologizes for it, Wednesday really struggles with admitting when she's wrong.

She haaaaaaates embarrassing herself, and that’s what she thinks it is. 

>are relatively generative&lt;

A word so big even google translate abandoned me. I "assume"(see what I mean?) she is not talking about the female reproductive cycle.

🙃

>GOD WHAt THE FUcK!!!!!!!!!&lt;

>>>>funny to me. Based how you have the timeline fixed, she's gonna be very frustrated soon, based on my (possibly horrible) investigation:

-There is a Proper Full Moon…And yet the writers for the show can't be assed to check their shit...

And since they couldn’t figure out their shit about dates and moons and such, I’m working with it.  I can’t fix their stupid. Well, I could, but I made a commitment not to mess with canon too much.  The moons are too much, and I can only fix some things. There has to be at least a few days from this point in her breakdown until Noble's funeral, because funerals don't happen overnight. If that messes with the moon schedule, oh well.   

>as her charged hands sparked like crazy and lit some of the pieces on fire&lt;

>>>>Totally used that for my personal little story on how she executes laurel. A boot to the face is too easy.

I’ve only read one fic (and it was bad…to me it was) about how Wednesday ended up breaking Laurel’s neck when she booted her. But who said she was dead? N/C sure doesn’t.

>and Morticia wasn't sure what to do about her daughter's self-harm&lt;

>>>>Tell Wednesday you used to self harm too, it might backfire horribly or she will stop in an attempt to not be like her mother.

That’s not how AB/C Morticia works. She has more problems than N/C Tish does, I think.  Only because something needs to be part of why Wednesday is the way she is sometimes.

>on her mid-cut, the blood seeping from the long wound she created&lt;

>>>>Given she's on the upturn now and thing prevented this session, this is the worst it is going to get right?

You think she’s on the upturn?  *laughs in severely depressed Wednesday*

>Her scars from before were healing a lot better&lt;

>>>>Foreshadowing to healing powers? If yes, it means she always had them and goody just unlocked them?

🙂

>if the break was permanent? &lt;

>>>>Then you will kill Laurel in a really creative way and offer her heart to Donovan and ask for forgiveness.

Forgiveness for what? ;)

>What I do with my body is my bus — "&lt;

>>>>That is a very good point. It is her business, inhaling any kind of smoke is hazardous to health - permanently, where as unless she kills herself, some cuts will heal into scars eventually.

So why does he actively support one type of self harm, and prevents the other?- (to my understanding eating demon lettus via food infusion is perfectly safe and fine, smoking is not)

You’re probably the only one reading this thinking that smoking weed is on par with cutting “self-harm”. They are not the same. For her, weed helps her mental health and electrical discharges (and it doesn’t do much harm to her anyway… 🙂). She hasn’t been smoking as much lately, so you’ll notice more zaps here and there. My father is an 81-year-old microbiologist & botanist (that I consult about a lot of things for parts of my writing)...he grows the weed I smoke for my own problems. I prefer to eat it and prefer to encourage eating over smoking, though.

>but what Thing said sent her spiraling into a full panic&lt;

>>>>Dont blue ball us what did he say ?

I wrote this in the first response on AO3, but the italicized quote was what Thing signed, telling her it was going to be okay.

>smirking in satisfaction at her&lt;

>>>>I hate her so much.

RIGHT?  But that’s pure Laurel Gates evil. Fucking bitch.  I fucking hate her.  …But I love her at the same time. I think there’s something wrong with me. LOL

>>>>I have been considering to create a Tumblr account to be able to respond to your comments directly and have more in-depth conversations

STILL WAITING. ;)

>>>>Thank you so much for this story and the steamy smut you have in it, waiting excitedly for chapter 7.

The steam will only be in places other than Wenovan in this chapter, sadly. Feels kinda weird not writing their fuckbunny scenes right now, and before a few days ago, 7 was going to be absent of explicit sex. …Now it’s not. *cackling*

9/10/23: I uh...I changed my mind. LOL

#wednesday #wednesday addams #writing wednesday #writing fan fiction #wenovan #black bubblegum #satisfying afterburn chapter 6 part 2 #quid pro woe #wednesday netflix #sheriff galpin #wednesday x donovan #wednesday addams x donovan galpin #jenna ortega #jamie mcshane

[c-130jsuperhercules]

okay i promise i’m done now

#videos #my videos #quark #star trek #ds9 #that the male undead sound btw #from #dark souls #soulsborne #i wish i could create actual good videos instead of these shitty fucking memes #but whenever I try and do that I work for fifteen hours on a video that gets thirty views #meanwhile the shitty ass megalovania asuka one i did #currently has around seventeen thousand views #i hate it here

[gruvu]

Please please please tell us your Miraak thoughts

Anon I think I have all my notes now, if not. I will add it in some kind of Miraak masterpost if I get more ideas. So let us begin on a brief summary of who this guy is.

Basically for those who do NOT know who this guy is, he is the main villain in the dragonborn DLC for skyrim. It was the last DLC (the anniversary does not count) that was released. Miraak is the FIRST dragonborn and your character is the most recent/last dragonborn so there is that. Basically he worked for the dragons when they were running things till he found out he was a DB and decided he wanted to rule over everything. It backfired and he ran away like a lil coward to Hermaeus Mora, Hermaeus Mora saved him by transporting him to the realm of Apocrypha where he stays until you show up and he steals dragon souls from you and it sucks. There is more but wanted to get the basics down. Now I will put a read more to not make a long post so I can get to my thoughts.

I think I will start with his appearance, which you see above is just the mask and whatever. However he does NOT have a canon appearance under the mask. if you somehow use commands you can spawn him in and so far two randomly models for him will be generated.

One is a commonly used bandit male model that spawns and the other is a balding older man with black eyes which some use in their designs. But it leaves a lot of room for us to play with what he looks like. Now I personally have seen a lot of the dragon scales, black veins, black eyes with green irises and a hunky looking face. And it is a great look. Very good, I love it. Make him hot guys, I support that. I however went another way. I wanted to stir away from that look because I found out some interesting things, which some may have missed on their play through. Now the book Doors of Oblivion is a commonly found book, that describes a guy named Morian Zenas who is jumping around in different realms. His assistant is the narrator and writes this book. To not make this longer basically what happens it, Morian ends up in Apocrypha and instead of staying in there for a couple days, he stays for MONTHS. His communications with his assistant via by telepathic emails become more deranged and unable to be understood when it becomes a garbled mess of sounds. It is IMPLIED that what happened to Morian is he became a seeker.

One of these, which can be found in Apocrypha. These seekers are hinted to have once been human that Hermie mora has trapped inside this realm due to their thirst for knowledge.. Kind of what has happened with Miraak. Hermie gave Miraak knowledge and yeah. I began running with the idea that Miraak is becoming a seeker. Perhaps in a slower pace due to his dragonbornness.

- Not to mention in creative kit his "race" is simply called Miraak so he is his own race?

He obviously is keeping a humanoid form but it does not mean he is human underneath the armor. He is fighting Hermie, he knows herm is just playing with him for some reason. He even says the line to you "Hermaeus Mora is laughing at us, you know" So obviously he knows Herm is not on his side, not fully at least and that is why he has to leave. And Herm realizes that Miraak is not some mind he can take. And MAYBE that's why in the ending battle (SPOILERS BY THE WAY) Hermie kills him. This leaves you as the new champion and you can actually leave.

But this is not about how he dies, this is how he is as a living being. So in my mind, he is turning into a seeker, he knows he is. And Herm who lets you go in the end is keeping him trapped. He is the LAST LIVING dragon priest btw, it's cool cause he is the only one listed in the files as a CHARACTER rather than a creature like the undead ones we meet. So he is alive, which leads us to think how.. is he alive? What is he eating? Is time different in the realm he is in? Lots of questions which give me the idea Miraak.. As powerful as he is as a mage, and he is pretty powerful with enslaving people outside his physical reach. But physically I believe he is decaying, his body is fighting him. And as much big talk as he does, claiming he is the best, he is desperate under all that. He is a selfish man, a selfish proud, BAD EVIL man but there is something more. There has been a lot of cut lines from him and I wish that was restored. Man I had a lot of thoughts and I am not sure what else to dive into besides his physical looks without going into an au where we drag his flat butt out of there and make him a follower. So note this

- In creation kit he is listed as a character and not a creature like other dragon priests

- In creation kit he is called "miraak race", making him his own thing.

- Read the Doors to Oblivian because it.. Makes me sad. If ya'll have any questions, or want to hit me up with your thoughts PLEASE DO. I am always open to discussing skyrim.

#gruvu #Skyrim #TES #tes skyrim #tes Miraak #Miraak #skyrim #I do not like this new tagging thing that is popping up

[smutty-ki113r]

Hi~ I wanted to hop on the match-ups as well cause I've read them and they're amazing. So could I request a romantic one? 👉👈

Hi, the name's Daniela but my friends call me Dina (pls call me Dina, after the Mr Worldwide post I wanna be your friend so bad 😭), I go by She/Her and I'm bisexual with a slight inclination towards males. I think I'm quite fun to be around, the most stupid things make me laugh and I can crack a few jokes even on the worst situations but at the same time I'm kinda serious, I get moody quite easily sometimes but for the most part I'm really bubbly. I suck at social interactions but I love people, so I'm absolutely an extrovert that's really scared to make people uncomfortable.

My insecurities are very much linked to me and my personality, I mean, I'm kinda self conscious of my weight and my body, but at the same time I always try to find beauty in myself, so much that it can lead to feeding my ego a little bit too much. And personality wise I feel like I can be really annoying, I like to feel special to the people I care about, so it lead to me being a really jealous person. Also I'm super competitive and that's not good at a certain point.

I like lots of stuff, very interesting things... I never really give much thought to the things I like, dang. I really like watching Anime and horror movies, drawing, going on walks, baking, I really really love to bake and clean, it's just so relaxing, ooh~ and I like dying my hair, a real fun activity if you ask me. In my friend group I'm chaos in person and also the one who's horny 25/8 and makes it known. Also, I'm known for hyperfixiating on anime characters (mostly mad scientists and intimidating blackhaired men). My music taste is quite normal, rock, punk, pop/punk, punk/rock, alternative rock, a bit of occasional metal. Some of my favorites are My Chemical Romance, Get Scared, Avril Lavigne, All Time Low, Three Days Grace, Hollywood Undead, Set It Off and Bring me The Horizon

The weirdest thing I do is thank the universe each and every morning for my incredible and amazing boobies 🥰🙏🖤🌸✨ and also I think being into esoteric stuff, crystals, demonology and that stuff could be considered a weird thing of mine(?) not sure how weird it actually is.

Oh yes yes, I just got admitted to college and imma be a Vet, super proud of myself, so I'm an animal lover. Btw I'm also libra, an ENFP with ego issues from time to time and an amazing person to dump your problems to (I love solving everybodies issues except mine). My ig is frutill.a, in case you need a physical description (don't be intimidated by how hot I am, I know I know, I'm amazing) and my abandoned art ig is frutill.art

For the ideal date thing? Yeah, cuddles, giving and receiving them, and eating, i like to be taken care of but also taking care of the other person(?. Even tho a picnic and cuddles under the stars sounds lovely. Yeah, maybe that's my ideal date, just doing something together at night that feels special to the both of us.

And to finish this up I just want to say that I love everything you do and you 😭 you're writing is so amazing, like just beauty, and I've read the other match-ups and they're so good, you're super duper talented and amazing. Keep up the good work and don't over do yourself, take care and keep it fun, I really look forward to see what other fic ideas you have in mind and I'll be there supporting whatever you come up with cause it'll be great. Kudos 🖤🖤🖤🤠

HI Dina, I match you with…..💞JEFF💞

Alright this was a hard one, quick quick why I didn’t match you with others. Demonology and EJ don’t mix, he has trauma. Plus, you seemed to be sort of similar to Jeff in some ways (not bad at all, you’re wonderful). I’m gonna go in order of what you talked about so that I can get my thoughts organized.

Stupid things make you laugh? At the worst possible times? At least you won’t be alone with Jeffy, he is the king of doing that, but he dosen’t exactly feel bad about it. AND you get moody often, Jeff too. Still, I feel like developing the relationship would take a while. You would have to constantly sit down with him and tell him what’s bothering you, open communication. Jeff is a master at feeding his ego, but he is fragile on the inside so be careful not to insult him, and once he warms up to you he is so so possessive. Does not want anyone else flirting with you at all, just goes to prove he thinks you might leave him for someone else.

He also loves horror (as we can tell) and he’s pretty much the chaos person too, you guys will bounce the energy off of each other for sure. //Also bro… what anime characters I have a thing for the murderers-// BUT BUT, set it off you say? Maybe go read some of this😏. I’m sure if you wake up next to Jeff he’ll be thanking the universe for your boobies too. HES AN ANIMAL LOVER TOO, and you being a vet is lovely, he wants to take care of his dog ya know?

I just know this man would bring you a rock thinking it’s a crystal. BRB BAWLING MY EYES OUT OVER THIS. Jeff isn’t one to dump his trauma on you, but he will tell you his current frustrations like how much Slender is pissing him off or something. He’s not very elegant but he would lay down a blanket and cuddle you if you like, once this man is attached he is attached. He loves being the big spoon in bed, and the little spoon too but don’t tell him I told you

He acts like he doesn’t pay attention but he really does, any slight changes in your mood and he will know what’s up. Very naggy about it, will try to pry it out of you (even though he doesn’t like other doing that to him), and gets angry if you don’t tell him. Just reassure him because he wants to help, he doesn’t want you to go to others for help when he’s right there.

Hope you liked this! BTW yes we ARE friends! Plz I almost cried at the Mr.Worldwide thing. I beg of you don’t let people dump their problems on just you, you need to have a space to share your struggles too. You can always message me, tumbler is like a safe place for me rn. I’m very understanding and wouldn’t ever make fun of you, I think that’s disgusting. You must be beautiful, I don’t have insta sadly. It got a bit toxic so-. You have great music taste, and I think you are a lovely person.

#jeff the killer headcanons #creepypasta #jeff the killer creepypasta #jeff the killer x you #jeff the killer x reader #Jeff the killer #creepypasta matchup #matchup #cp matchups #matchup.cafe #📯

[angelicmark]

STARS & DESTRUCTION (m)

pairing: eros!mark x bia!reader

genre: angst, smut, gods/goddesses, fluff

warnings: hand job over clothes, dirty talking. penetration. unprotected sex. riding lmao. he cums inside you btw.

eros is a god of sex, so there is explicit descriptions. bia is cruel in her own way and her thoughts are quite aggressive.

summary: so cold, so heartless; mark is unable to understand why he wants you as bad as he does. especially when you continue to torture him, letting him know just how much you hate him.

BIA: goddess of force, power, anger.

EROS: god of love, lust, sex.

you enjoyed this. you enjoyed the pain and the feeling you got seeing your opponent suffer in some way. it was exhilarating, knowing you had such power over the person in front of you who dared to cross you. it was such an amazing feeling.

your face was unreadable, “hello, angel.” your fingers danced across his skin, watching as he shivered in disgust. it made you snort, “you’re here, because?”

you waited patiently for his answer as he caught his breath, “i- i was sent to come get you, via orders from lucas.”

your brows furrow, making you scoff, “my brother, huh?”

the man in front of you only nodded his head, gulping. you just nodded, shoving him away from you and making your way to town. you could care less about anyone that wasn’t family in some way. you had no respect for anyone other than your brother at this point.

“you couldn’t have come yourself? you wanted me to scare the poor boy?” your eyes came across lucas, and he grinned in your direction.

lucas, aka kratos; god of strength. he sure was your brother alright.

“thought i was sending a present your way,” he shrugged his shoulders, making you chuckle a bit.

“what did you need?” you questioned, why in the hell he even sent the messenger.

lucas cleared his throat, “i need you.”

you raised a brow, “for once, you need your little sister?” you smirk, watching as he scoffed at your reply. lucas was always more kind hearted than you, so you were confused why he needed someone as cruel as you to do anything.

“you’re more heartless than me,” he pauses, putting papers away, “and a woman.” you were intrigued now, watching him carefully, “i want you to get mark.”

you almost choked on your spit, looking at him with huge eyes, “the fuck?” you glared at him. mark was eros, the god of love and lust. you were disgusted by the mere thought of even being near him. you had no interest in communicating with him.

“i need his union, Y/N,” he sighs, “this company isn’t going to go anywhere without him-”

you scoffed, “what? you need his good looks or something?”

“and kind heart,” he narrowed his eyes in your direction. you just smiled.

lucas was running a company for the gods and goddesses, trying to create a strong union of respect in case war was ever to break out. but it seemed lucas was struggling, because even though he was more gentle than you, he was still a god of strength, and he was still related to you.

you roll your eyes, “whatever.”

lucas makes a sound of victory as you walk out, “thank-”

“but i’m doing it my own way,” you smirk.

lucas’ blood runs cold.

as you stared at mark, you realized just how beautiful he truly was. he was almost ethereal, you were starting to wonder just how often he used that against people. but then he laughed, and you swore you just heard your favorite melody come right out his mouth.

you snort, of course. he was the god of love, someone you could never be in a million years.

you approach him, and he feels your strong energy. he makes eye contact, and you smirk. you could see the way he was looking at you; he was still the god of lust, after all, and you were still a female.

“mark,” you whisper as you reach him, and he looks at you with dark eyes, practically devouring you with his own two eyes. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the attention.

“yes, my love?” his voice was deep, but so soft. it was nothing you’ve heard before, and it almost made you sick to your stomach. you could feel anger bubbling up in your stomach, making your eyes a darker shade that could be mistaken as anything, especially in front of a god of lust. you see his lips twitch upwards.

you snarl in his direction, catching him off guard, “i’m not here to fuck you, mark.” your arms are crossed, and you could see the small tint of pink on his cheeks.

even if he was a god of such explicit things, he was so fucking shy. he had such energy of a boy sometimes, it would fool you that he was still a year older than you. you may be a minor goddess, but standing in front of him, you realized you could take him on any day. one look and you’re sure his dick would twitch.

“such a fucking baby boy, aren’t you?” you press a finger under his chin, making him look up at you. this was too damn easy. he lets out a soft sigh, close to a whine but no noise came out. it made you happy with his reactions.

he closes his eyes, “w- what did you want?” he steps out of your reach.

you didn’t like the thought of him stepping away from you, making you even more angry. you growled, “i didn’t say step away from me.” you tilted your head, “you just love pushing my buttons, don’t you?” you emphasize the word ‘love’, knowing damn well his position.

he adverted his gaze from you, “what do you want?” he mumbles.

you huff, letting it slide, knowing you’ll have all the time in the world to mess with him later, “i need you.” you repeat the words lucas had said to you, and you could see he was intrigued by the way his head whipped in your direction. you grinned.

“how so?” he was easing into the conversation.

you step closer, “if you don’t come with me, i’ll force you with me.” you voice was barely above a whisper as you and mark were face to face, his eyes unable to stop looking into your own dangerous eyes. “trust me when i say i have no problem with it.”

“is it lucas?” he questions, glancing down at your lips.

you lick your lips for him, “yeah.”

he squirms, wondering how you could be so tempting, even though you weren’t a goddess of temptation by any means. you were almost the opposite, chasing away every single person who even looked your way. it caught him by surprise by how badly he wanted you at this point.

as you stared at him, you wondered how many people he had been with his whole entire life. he was so elegant, so soft. it made you shiver in disgust by how gentle he was, because compared to you he was softer than velvet, and you were tougher than a rock.

you step back when you see him starting to lean forward, “you don’t seem to get my message,” you spit at him in disgust, “never in a million years would i ever want to be around someone as weak as you. i’m just simply here to bring you with me to lucas. i have no interest in you.”

he gulped, your words seemed to hurt. and you were so twisted, so hot and cold. he knew you enjoyed his pain, he knew just how cruel you were and just how much anger you held in your body. how could he be so fooled?

you were so raw, so unapologetic for your actions. sometimes he envied you and your ways, but he wondered if you ever even felt love. could you even feel an ounce of love? probably not, he thinks.

he just nods his head after a moment, and you smile at him in victory. you won this fight of power, and he knew just how much of an ego boost that was for you. but he could care less at this point. you were so intriguing, and he felt almost determined to know what went on in that mysterious mind of yours.

“good choice,” you grab his hand, leading him into your escort car.

as you both sit in the back, you could feel his eyes studying your every move. he was being very bold, and he knew he was. but he couldn’t help himself. you were something he so badly wanted to touch, but couldn’t. for once, mark was defenseless against a woman. he feared you, even.

the moment you reach lucas, his eyes turn wide as he sees mark standing right beside you. you knew lucas had his doubts, way too many of them in fact, but as he sees mark’s big bright eyes greeting him, he can only smile in delight.

“hello, mark. it’s a pleasure meeting you, finally after countless conversations on the phone,” lucas greets, holding his hand out with warmth.

mark shook his hand, wondering how in the hell he was even slightly related to you. “pleasure is all mine,” mark smiles back.

you scoff, not saying anything as you watch the two males converse. lucas can only talk minor details about where he stands right now, and mark nods his head politely.

“well,” mark clears his throat, glancing at you for a brief moment, “the least i can do is stick around.” mark smiles brightly, “considering your situation, i’ll accept.”

lucas celebrates, throwing his long arms around mark with a loud gasp of happiness. you could tell lucas was pleased as he mouthed a soft ‘thank you’ in your direction while hugging mark tightly. you just rolled your eyes, but you still had a smile on your face. yes, you were a goddess of anger, but seeing your goofy brother happy still brought you some kind of joy. you weren’t undead or completely inhumane.

“you won’t regret this, i promise.” lucas gleams as he pulls back.

mark chuckles, shaking his head softly, “can’t think i will.”

mark looks at you, eyes meeting yours. yeah, he definitely won’t regret this.

everywhere you went, mark just somehow seemed to be there. you were getting aggravated and annoyed on all kinds of different levels. the black haired boy looked at you with innocent doe eyes, and you were on the verge of screaming at him. he was having the time of his fucking life.

“i don’t know what the hell your problem is,” you rush up to mark, making the annoying boy nervous by your strong energy, “but i’m getting sick of it. everywhere i go, you’re there. it’s like you can sense wherever i am and you have to fucking follow me. jesus fuck, it’s annoying.” you sigh out, “you really need to find someone else to fuck, because i’m not going to.”

he coughs, choking on his spit, eyes wide. “w- what? holy shit, i never-”

you step close to him, your face not even a centimeter apart, “you don’t want to fuck me?”

you were so cruel. you knew he wanted to, so bad. you could practically smell his arousal a mile away. and, worst part is, he know that. he knows that you know how bad he wants you. it was embarrassing, that the god eros was craving someone so cruel, so intentionally cruel.

he only gulps, staring directly into your eyes. your eyes grew dark, and you loved the nervous look on his innocent face. he couldn’t be as innocent as he made himself out to be, there’s no way. he was the god of lust, sex, and love. there were so many more people before you, and apart of you felt sick at the idea of other people touching him that weren’t you. you were angry.

you scoffed, “you can get anyone you want. you’re a god of sex, for fuck sake. i’m nowhere near in your league.”

“what if i only wanted you?” he questioned, his head tilting as he moved even closer. you could feel his breath on your lips.

you raise a brow, “you sure love challenges, don’t you?”

he nods, eager for more of your responses, “for you? of course.” he was whispering his answers, wanting so badly to close the space between the two of you.

you back away, though, depriving him further of your touch. he only wished you would let him pleasure you, let him touch you just once. or have you touch him, how he so badly needed you, wanted you.

“you’re so easy,” you wave him off, walking away from him in a harsh manner. you were so powerful against him, he was intimidated, and yet he needed you more than anyone else. who else made him feel this way? no one. the answer was no one.

“Y/N,” he was breathless, reaching out to grab your arm.

you stopped in your tracks, feeling your whole entire body run cold at the mere touch. no one ever truly dared to touch you first, and you were starting to get pissed. you could feel your body boiling, your face heating up in anger. you yank your hand back, rushing towards him in anger. he backed against the wall, eyes wider than he’d ever had.

“you don’t fucking touch me.” you seethed, “i don’t want your filthy, dirty hands on my body, ever. you’re a disgusting excuse of a god, a fucking whore, a slut. you want my touch that fucking bad, huh?” your hand reaches down to touch his bulge in his pants, and he whimpers at the strong force.

you rub him, watching as he crumbles beneath you, “you’re so pathetic, rutting against my hand like some school boy getting touched for the first time. i thought you were the god of sex? where’s your big boy image now, baby?”

your hand squeezed tighter around him through his pants, and he yelped, his eyes fluttering close, “s-shit, fuck, Y/N..” he was out of breath, unable to keep in his noises. it all felt too much. this was the first time he ever truly felt like he was getting an out of body experience, already so close. “i- i’m gonna fucking cum, gonna cum, gonna.. cum.” he groans.

you smile, but it was a devilish smile, “already? you’re going to stain your jeans, angel. cumming all in them, begging for my touch. you gonna cum for me? me only, right?” you felt possessive of him, your hand quickening up its pace as your hand sneaks beneath his jeans and onto his boxers instead.

his breathing was uneven, his panting and moans louder than ever, “p- please, yes, only you. cum only for you.” his words barely made sense as they rolled off his sweet tongue.

“good boy,” you whisper in his ear, kissing it sweetly. you leaned back, watching as his brows furrow, his jaw tightening.

he could feel his release, coming so soon. “fuck,” he let’s out a long groan as your thumb rubs fast circles against his tip, watching as he crumbles into ecstasy. “fuck, fuck, fuck-”

he cums, his boxers not being able to hold all of it as some of it falls onto your hand. you hum, watching as he cums for you, making you feel so prideful at the sight of the older boy falling apart. he looks so spent, his hips softly rolling and riding out his high until he comes to a complete stop. his eyes are still closed, tears sweetly rolling down his cheeks.

he’s fucking spent.

you pull your hand away, looking at the cum covered fingers, “look, baby.” he opens his eyes slowly, still very hooded. “you made such a mess,” you chuckle, but quickly licking your fingers clean. he groans, feeling his knees buckle in his spot against the wall.

“don’t touch me ever again,” were your final words as you walked out, leaving him breathless, panting, and wanting more.

as days pass, mark’s eyes were still unable to stay off you. but, this time, you couldn’t blame him. you basically gave him the best hand job he was ever given, and now you’re telling him he can’t touch you? even you were starting to think you were cruel.

but you loved the desperate look in his eyes when he looked at you, practically begging you to let him have you. it made you so prideful, more than usual. and that was such a dangerous thing, in your eyes.

lucas has been keeping mark busy these past few days, torturing him even further as he was unable to constantly see you, and when he did see you it was very brief in a hallway. but his eyes would bore through your skin, making sure you knew he was there, making you feel his gaze.

“can you please quit the teasing already?” you hear a rough, hoarse voice. he sounded weak, desperate.

you turn around from where you were standing in your room, making you smile sweetly, “i’m not your problem solver now. i jacked you off, that should be enough for you. you’re lucky. don’t be so greedy.” you narrowed your eyes, enjoying the way he squirmed under your gaze.

he gulped, “what if i am greedy? what if i can’t get enough of you?”

you tick your tongue, shaking your head as you step close to him, “you’re such a needy boy, and yet you’re older than me. can you believe that?”

you were shorter than him, which made this whole situation more embarrassing for him. you tilted his head towards you, watching as his cheeks flush pink, his eyes turning glossy. you were so tempted to ruin him, watch him fall apart under your touch, and only yours.

“you’re mine, aren’t you?” you whisper, your lips just barely touching his.

he nods, fluttering his eyes close, “yes. all yours.”

just a few weeks ago, you have never imagined yourself in this position, standing so close to mark and almost kissing him on several different occasions. you despised him, but as the days passed by, you couldn’t help but grow somewhat protective over him. if mark wanted you, he had to sell his soul to you. he had to make sure he was to never look at anyone else but you for the rest of his life. he was yours. only yours to play with.

“good boy.”

you press your lips against his, and it’s way too soft for his liking. he wants you as close to him as possible, he wants to feel you. his hands stay by his side, although, unsure about touching you considering last time you told him to never touch you.

you noticed, pulling away from the slow kiss, “if you want to touch me, you can never touch another after me.” your words were so soft, but held so much power.

he shivers in the palm of your hand as you cup his cheek, “i promise, fuck, i promise.”

you lean back, watching as he looks at you with big doe eyes. he was such a sight to see, so pretty, you thought. you run your fingers through his hair, leaning back in to see the way his eyelashes flutter shut again. your lips are back on his again, but so much more rough. and he likes the feeling of having you so close.

your lips work against each other, moving so smoothly. he could feel his chest tightening more and more the longer the two of you kissed. he could feel his soul start leaving his body the more you tugged on his hair. finally gaining courage, he cautiously raises his hands to your hips, pulling your body flush against his.

your brain works on highwire, wondering just how many people he’s had like this before you. you growl in his mouth, anger and possession taking over your body. he pulls back for a breath, and your kisses trail to his jaw and neck, leaving love bites and making sure the world knew he was now claimed. he’s yours.

“such a pretty boy,” you whisper in his ear when he lets out a moan, enjoying the way your lips feel on him, “all for me.”

“only you,” he whispers back, the grip on your hips getting stronger.

you chuckle, leaning back to admire what you’d done. then your face falls, and he starts to worry. you could see the panic in his eyes as you move towards him, backing him up until he reaches the edge of your bed.

“Y/N,” he breathes, his voice already sounding fucked out.

“you’re mine,” you claim, pushing him down so he’s sitting on the bed. you crawl into his lap, his hands instinctively coming to rest on your ass. “no one else can have you. you were made for me, and me alone.”

you roll your hips against him, feeling his hard bulge against your clothed core. he whimpers, his hands getting tighter on you. you were truly going to be the ruin of him, he thought.

you lean up over his lap, making him eagerly try to place you back down on him, “please, don’t leave me like this, don’t-”

“i wasn’t planning on it baby,” you run your fingers through his hair again, seeing his glossy eyes staring up at you was such a powerful feeling. you were suddenly so soft with him, and he whined under you, allowing himself to fall under your power.

your hands go down to his pants, watching his reactions very closely. untying his sweatpants, you drag them down, seeing as he wasn’t wearing any underwear this time. you smirk, raising an eyebrow up at him. he looks at you with shy eyes, occasionally looking around the room as if that was more interesting than you at the moment.

“so dirty,” you hush, leaning in to give him a quick kiss. “do you want me? want to fill me up with your dick and your cum? want to feel my tight walls wrapped around your dick?”

your words were so sinful, he could feel his dick twitching in the air. you chuckled again, looking down at his cock, “looks like he does.”

he nods, “please, please let me feel you. want to fuck you so bad, feel you on top of me, feel your hot heat..”

you couldn’t deny his words did something to you as you try to rub your legs together. he was so good for you, you couldn’t possibly say no now.

you get up from your spot before reaching your arms behind you and unzipping your dress smoothly. he licks his lips as he watches it fall from your body, seeing you completely naked already. you were so fucking beautiful, so soft to the touch.

“do you think you deserve it?” you tilt your head to the side in question, his eyes immediately silently begging you.

he quickly nods, “yes, please, i’ve been so good.”

you move back over his lap, your warm wet heat hovering over his dick, making him whine out a soft please again. his hands were on your hips again when you kiss him again, your tongue capturing his. you had him right where you want him, and you weren’t risking on wasting any second of this.

you rub your folds over his cock, and he lets out a low moan, unashamed of his noises. he was so noisy, a lot more than you thought. he felt so rigid and hot under you, his veins looking like they were about to pop any minute. you grinned that evil grin of yours, and he took it like a good boy. he would take whatever you gave to him.

“do you want me to ride you, baby?” you ask sweetly, adoring the way his eyes gleam under the soft light of the moon.

“please,” he nods, burying his face into your neck as you roll your hips again.

you’re silent, lifting your hips up and grabbing his cock to align him to your entrance. when the tip of his dick rubs against your walls, he whines again. you decided to end his torture, slamming your hips down against his forcefully.

“oh, fuck!” he yells out, his hands gripping your ass so tightly, you’re thinking it might leave marks. not that you mind. “so tight, you’re so tight, so warm, so wet. fuck..” he hums, biting down softly onto your shoulder.

he felt so good, filling you up so nicely. you let out a moan of your own, feeling him so close felt so good, and you felt so damn full. “so good, so full.” you let out, biting on his ear as you start to move your hips.

“fuck,” he curses, “please, keep moving, you feel so fucking good.”

and you do, raising your hips and falling back down with force. he felt like he was on cloud nine, feeling like he could do this for the rest of his life. you ride him, your walls clenching so tightly around his girth, he could easily feel himself cumming already.

“m- might cum, so close.. wanna cum in you,” he mumbles, his fingernails digging into your skin.

your own nails dig into his back as you pick up speed, “want your cum in me so bad, mark. want to feel you fill me up and watch as it drips out of my pussy. come on, baby, you can cum for me, right? you can fill me up to the brim, won’t you?”

he shudders under you, your words having such an effect on him he can feel his climax so soon, “fuck fuck fuck, gonna fucking cum, you’re gonna make me cum.”

you moan at his words, feeling your walls clench around him as well, feeling your own orgasm starting to ripple through your body, “fuck, mark. you’re gonna make me cum too, gonna make me cum all over your cock.”

that sends him tumbling over the edge, moans and groans escaping his lips very loudly as he doesn’t even try to cover them up. feeling him fill you up with his warm cum causes you to burst over, falling into his chest and breathing heavily as you whine out his name. he holds you against him, feeling your walls pulsating against his dick so deliciously as you ride out your highs.

once you’re both done, you sit there for a moment, your breathing settling down. you tug on his hair one last time before leaning back and giving him a soft kiss, praising him for how good he was.

still inside you, he looks up at you with puppy eyes, “am i really yours?”

you laugh a little, kissing his forehead, “all mine.”

you would never let him touch another person that wasn’t you. he was forever yours, and he had no problem being yours. just as much as he was yours, you were his. and you made sure everyone knew that.

he leans his forehead against yours as you finally pull him out of you, both of you gasping at the sensitivity. you lay down together, legs tangled, hearts twined together. mark changed your whole entire world, just by stepping into it.

“i love you,” he whispers.

you look at him, seeing his eyes close as he waits for a response. you smile a little, watching as his breathing starts to slow. never in a million years did you ever expect to say these next words to anyone, yet alone mark. never in a million years have you felt anything besides anger. but as you lay there with him, head on his chest and feeling his soft heartbeat. your mind floods, and your heart swells. because you have found your soul, your other half, your one and only.

“i love you, too, mark.”

and you truly meant it.

a/n: i hope the ending wasn’t too boring... lmao

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anaurael hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet “Title: A Storm is coming (Chapter 1) Fandom: Dark Souls...”

Aaaaa this is like a continuation to your Survived fic!!! Well I guess more like an alternate ending as Orn went after NK at the end of Survived. Also I am absolutely in love with Tempest especially the pointy stick line I burst out laughing. And Orn protecting Gwyndolin so fiercely was so adorable and kinda made me wonder what their relationship would have been like when Gwyndolin was younger. I look forward to seeing more of Tempest and watching them grow.

Yeah, exactly, I based this scenario on Survived but with the twist, that the Chosen Undead stumbled into the tomb one day instead of carrying on their mission alone.  Tempest is a bit based on my first Dark Souls character which I used to play the game, so he is a pretty huge idiot who dies a lot but copes with being sarcastic and has a bit of sass. It is totally fine to use he/him pronouns with him, he thinks of himself as a male btw ^^ Hm, relationship between Orn and younger Gwyndolin... that sounds like something to be explored... Thanks so much for reading and commenting ^^

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Throne of Night Theory Builds Part 11: The Veiled Commander

In September 2014, Gary shared a couple monsters that the players could expect waiting for them while sailing the Sunless Sea. One of them was the CR 20 nightwave undead monstrosity, which I’m mentioned previously in another entry, and at the time I didn’t know, but the other creature showcased was the veiled master. At the time, the veiled master was not OGL, and couldn’t technically be used for anything out of Paizo adventures. I say “technically” because with having special connections with Paizo staff, I would assume that Gary could gain special permission to use it and possibly others. Now, however, the creature is part of Bestiary 6, and much more available. At the time I thought it still couldn’t be touched, and made the picture of the three aboleths waiting in the water, the end boss encounter, and it could still very well be the case. The veiled master might not even be the end boss of Book 5, nor is there anything saying that it would be as advanced as I’m making it now. It might even just be a straight sorcerer, or it could even be an eldritch knight (which was my initial idea).

The ecology for the veiled master says that they are the nobles of the aboleth hierarchy, but aren’t considered the masters of the aboleth, per se, because all aboleth know that their are things far more powerful and can pull the strings of the noble veiled master. Funny enough, that’s what inspired today’s build.

As always, the encounter is cropped for space purposes.

All images shared here were done by the forever fantastic and amazingly talented Michael D. Clarke, aka SpiralMagus.

This picture doesn’t appear to be in colour, but it also could be done in a way such as to convey the darkness of the depths and the shine of the light from the creature. When I first saw the nightwave I thought it was unfinished as well, but there’s not much light when you’re that far underwater. Especially when, from the point of the view of those with darkvision, everything’s basically in black and white anyhow. The only colour in that particular was the dark crimson colour of what was likely blood. It’s not like either picture is black and white. Just not very vibrant. That really adds to the atmosphere and terror of the situation.

The veiled master’s original M.O. (modus operandi) was to transform into something that looked like one of the locals, infiltrate, and secretly look for any secretive uprising or rebellion among the slaves/citizenry. While that still works here for the underwater tribes of skum-like drow, and any other underground races, that they’ve warped and transformed, it makes more sense for this particular one being the one behind all the recent disappearances.

The reason for Book 5 and 6 existing is that after the fight with the drow army and the demon entourage, the PCs learn of a series of random kidnappings that have slowly been increasing as of late. Most of them took place near the waters. This is supposed to spurn the party to go rafting and find out what’s going. Because veiled masters can transform into other creatures, it would sense that this one would learn about the drow, steal some memories of nearby victims, show up on land, infiltrate and learn as much as it could, go back and talk it over with the other aboleth, and then over time mind control a bunch of drow to go out into the waters, expose them to the mucus, and convert them into loyal slaves.

When I was coming up for this build, I wanted it to be a terrifying encounter, but I also wanted to give it a fitting background. The original idea was just go all sorcerer, then I thought fighter/eldritch knight, but that seemed so boring. Then I thought, mystic theurge. What if this particular aboleth was receiving visions from the star spawn of Cthulhu from the end of the series? This was already supposed to be Lovecraftian in a way, so why not go even further? Have the veiled master start to receive visions, dreams, and telepathic messages that it didn’t understand. Have it slowly corrupt the creature and empower it. Even better, what if the sudden rush on more slaves wasn’t for the sake of the aboleth, but for the new master pulling the strings. The Sun Killer isn’t going to build itself. It might need a structure built to help power the crystal or magnify its power and radius.

Something to note, even when it transforms into a drow or other creature, it still has the clouded vision look in its eyes. Its disguise ability likely wouldn’t help with that. Not that anyone would ever question it. There’s plenty of oracles out there. That said, the veiled master could wear contacts to hide that fact. It has no way to produce faerie fire like a real drow, but it does have access to glitterdust, and it can use other drow-like spells to make it look like it has their spell-like abilities, despite being actual spells. I will mention that there is a D&D 3.5 item called ring of drow blood that gives you “dancing lights, darkness, and faerie fire as spell-like abilities, each once per day.” It costs 4,800 gold to create. Not out of the realm of possibility to have a custom version of it made for this adventure, or because it’s a home game, it could be the original version.

This creature could be something hanging out in the background during the time PCs are in town taking it over, or stopping the current regime. It could easily observe them and learn of their abilities. It would help determine whether they could be a threat or not. As well, how much the veiled master and the other aboleths will have to prepare should the PCs ever go looking where they shouldn’t. They could even discover the veiled master while out at sea, in a female drow form. Female drow, typically, do have more divine power than males, so it shouldn’t set off any alarms. It could say it received visions about tentacled creatures taking “her” people out into the water, and despite telling the drow nobles and their courts,��“she” couldn’t convince them of sending help, and decided to head out on “her” own. She could even help the PCs. The veiled master will likely know about the undead threats, and not want to deal with them on its own.  Even going so far as to heal the PCs or aid them with spells, if need be, to help with the ruse. Its own name isn’t that far from a drow’s name so it shouldn’t be that suspicious sounding to a dwarf PC, but a drow might get suspicious of it. If it thinks anyone suspects it after it says its name, the veiled master will say that’s “her” official name, but her drow family name is “Sharril“. If possible, it will try to play up a sorrowful background of being a half-drow with a demonic parent, and “her” name is honour of “her” birth.

Btw, while it says “unique”, all I really did was switch a couple of spells around because clerics and wizard spell lists are so similar. It also makes sense that if there’s undead swimming around, the aboleth master would have something to deter them from trying to eat it and others of its kind.

SHAIODRR’RUL    (CR 20; 307,200 XP) Unique veiled master oracle 8/mystic theurge 2 LE Large aberration (aquatic, shapechanger) Init +13; Senses darkvision 60 ft., blindsense 30 ft., blindsight 15 ft.; Perception +25 Aura mucus cloud (30 ft.) DEFENSE AC 34, touch 19, flat-footed 25 (+4 armor, +9 Dex, +1 insight, +11 natural, –1 size) hp 383 (26 HD; 24d8+2d6+268) Fort +18, Ref +19, Will +23 Defensive Abilities evasion; Immune electricity, mind-affecting effects; Resist cold 20; SR 25 OFFENSE Speed 10 ft., swim 80 ft. Melee bite +27 (2d6+5 plus consume memory and slime), 2 claws +27 (1d6+5 plus slime), 4 tentacles +22 touch (2d6 electricity plus thoughtlance) Space 10 ft.; Reach 10 ft. (20 ft. with claws and tentacles) Special Attacks brain drain 2/day (8d4, W-DC 24), delayed suggestion Spell-Like Abilities (CL 21st; concentration +31)   Constant—mage armor   At will—detect thoughts (W-DC 22), dominate person (W-DC 27), hypnotic pattern (W-DC 22), illusory wall (W-DC 24), mirage arcana (W-DC 25), persistent image (W-DC 25), programmed image (W-DC 26), project image (W-DC 27), veil (W-DC 26)   3/day—dominate monster (W-DC 31), quickened dominate person (W-DC 27), geas/quest, mass suggestion (W-DC 28) Oracle Spells Known (CL 11th; concentration +21)   5th (5/day)—mass inflict light wounds (W-DC 26), slay living (F-DC 26)   4th (7/day)—cure critical wounds, black tentacles, blessing of fervor, inflict critical wounds (W-DC 25)    3rd (8/day)—aura of cannibalism (F-DC 24), bestow curse (W-DC 24), dispel magic, inflict serious wounds (W-DC 24), prayer, tongues   2nd (9/day)—aid, dust of twilight, ghostbane dirge, inflict moderate wounds (W-DC 23), shield of fortification, spiritual weapon   1st (9/day)—cure light wounds, entropic shield, forbid action (W-DC 23), know the enemy, inflict light wounds (W-DC 22), murderous command (W-DC 23), shield of faith   0 (at will)—bleed, detect magic, detect poison, guidance, mending, read magic, resistance, stabilize, virtue Mystery dark tapestry Sorcerer Spells Known (CL 15th; concentration +25)   7th (4/day)—mass hold person (W-DC 30)   6th (7/day)—globe of invulnerability, symbol of persuasion (W-DC 29)   5th (8/day)—feeblemind (W-DC 27), symbol of pain (F-DC 27), teleport   4th (8/day)—dimension door, enervation, phantasmal killer (F/W-DC 24), symbol of slowing (W-DC 27)   3rd (8/day)—clairaudience/clairvoyance, explosive runes (R-DC 24), hold person (W-DC 25), secret page   2nd (9/day)—blindness/deafness (F-DC 23), invisibility, levitate, symbol of mirroring (W-DC 23), touch of idiocy   1st (9/day)—charm person (W-DC 23), comprehend languages, erase, ray of enfeeblement (F-DC 22), silent image (W-DC 21)   0 (at will)—arcane mark, dancing lights, daze (W-DC 20), disrupt undead, ghost sound (W-DC 20), mage hand, message, prestidigitation, touch of fatigue (F-DC 21) STATISTICS Str 20, Dex 28, Con 31, Int 21, Wis 23, Cha 30 Base Atk +19; CMB +25; CMD 46 Feats Arcane Strike, Combat Casting, Combat Expertise, Deceitful, Eschew MaterialsB, Extend Spell, Greater Spell Focus (enchantment), Improved Initiative, Lightning Reflexes, Quicken Spell, Quicken Spell-Like Ability (dominate person), Spell Focus (enchantment, necromancy), Weapon Finesse Skills Bluff +30, Diplomacy +21, Disguise +23, Intimidate +21, Linguistics +9, Knowledge (arcana, history, nature) +23, Knowledge (planes) +18, Knowledge (religion) +14, Perception +30, Sense Motive +30, Spellcraft +25, Stealth +30, Swim +32, Use Magic Device +29 Languages Aboleth, Abyssal, Aklo, Aquan, Common, Draconic, Drow Sign Language, Elven, Undercommon SQ change shape (any Small or Medium; greater polymorph), combined spells (1st), oracle’s curse (clouded vision), revelations (brain drain, cloak of darkness [+6 AC/+4 Stealth], gift of madness), runemastery, swift transformation Gear spellguard bracers, circlet of persuasion, ioun stones (deep red sphere, dusty rose prism, incandescent blue sphere, orange prism, pale green prism, pink rhomboid, pink and green sphere), page of spell knowledge (1st—identify, magic missile, shield; 2nd—darkness, glitterdust, mirror image, silence; 3rd—displacement, fireball, nondetection; 4th—greater false life), ring of counterspells, ring of evasion, gold rings and jewelry worth 3,500 gp in all SPECIAL ABILITIES Consume Memory (Su) When a veiled master bites a creature, it consumes some of that creature’s memories. The creature bitten must succeed at a DC 28 Fortitude save or gain 1 negative level. A veiled master has 5 hit points restored each time it gives a creature a negative level in this way, and it also learns some of the target creature’s memories (subject to the GM’s discretion). This is a mind-affecting effect. A veiled master can suppress this ability as a free action. The save DC is Charisma-based. Delayed Suggestion (Sp) Whenever a veiled master successfully uses dominate person or dominate monster on a creature, it can also implant a delayed suggestion that triggers when the dominate effect ends. Typically, this suggestion (which functions as a spell-like ability, CL 20th, Will DC 23 negates) is for the previously dominated creature to seek out the veiled master and submit to a new domination attempt, but sometimes, a veiled master implants other suggestions (such as a suggestion to attack the first person the creature sees). Mucus Cloud (Ex) While underwater, a veiled master exudes a 30-foot-radius cloud of transparent slime. All creatures in this area must succeed at a DC 28 Fortitude save each round or lose the ability to breathe air (but gain the ability to breathe water) for 24 hours. Renewed contact with this mucus cloud and failing another save extends the effect for another 24 hours. The save DC is Constitution-based. Runemastery (Ex) A veiled master is particularly skilled at casting spells that create magical writing, such as explosive runes, secret page, and spells with the word “symbol” in their names. It never requires material components or focus components when casting such spells, and the save DC of these spells increases by 1. A veiled master’s symbol spells are difficult to disarm—the Disable Device DC for these symbols increases by 2. Slime (Ex) A creature hit by any of a veiled master’s bite or claw attacks must succeed at a DC 28 Fortitude save or have its skin and flesh transform into a clear, slimy membrane over the course of 1d4 rounds. The creature’s new flesh is soft and tender, reducing its Constitution score by 4 as long as the condition persists. If the creature’s flesh isn’t kept moist, it dries quickly and the creature takes 1d12 points of damage every 10 minutes. Remove disease and similar effects can restore an afflicted creature to normal, but immunity to disease offers no protection from this attack. The save DC is Constitution-based. Swift Transformation (Su) A veiled master can use its change shape ability as a swift action. Thoughtlance (Su) Four of a veiled master’s tentacles end in glowing spheres of light. These spheres deal 2d6 points of electricity damage on a successful touch attack and also blast a creature’s mind with waves of mental energy. A creature touched by one of these tentacles (regardless of whether the touch deals electricity damage) must succeed at a DC 28 Will save or be staggered for 1 round. Additional touches increase the duration of this effect by 1 round. While a creature is staggered in this manner, it must attempt concentration checks to cast spells as if it were experiencing extremely violent motion while casting (DC = 20 + spell level). The save DC is Charisma-based.

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Next time I’ll be working on drow nobles. There’s one picture in particular I shared around, and thankfully someone was far more observant than any of the others. Was most definitely a huge boon.

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Cant believe tumblr would do just up a delete your work xc, guess i jave to send this again ((not blaming you btw,sorry if it sounded like that ))but can i get a scenario with male immortal s/o coming to visit sidon woth alot of lethal looking wounds and and sidon just freaking out cuz he doesn't know his s/o immortal

No worries, I got you loud and clear. But yea, it does suck.

-Mod Pinks

Sidon not realizing his male s/o is immortal and that wounds mean shit to him (BOTW) (Warning: Blood mentioned)

“-honestly what were you thinking not telling me did you think I wouldn’t understand?! Do you realize how worried I was that I would outlive you someday- never mind that, how worried I was when you came covered head to toe in wounds-”

“Sidon.”

“-healer thought you were beyond help and then you suddenly start healing out of no where giving them a heart attack, and ran into battle again without telling any of us-

“Sidon.”

“-half the troops thought you were some sort of undead being and nearly attacked you-thank goodness they listened- and then when I finally catch you and drag you back to the healer you start complaining that I’m the unreasonable one? When you’re the one who didn’t say a word of this to anyone-!”

“Sidon!”

Finally! The tower of red looked shocked at him, broken out of his rant if but for a moment. Now or never, before he started ranting-!

“I.. I swear, I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you! I was just.. not a lot of people react well when they found out I’m immortal so I was scared what you might think-”

“Beloved, you could turn into Calamity Ganon itself and I would still love you.”

....Well then. How exactly did he earn such a lover? “...I love you too... Forgive me?”

“Of course. After you go to a healer.”

“But-”

“Not for wounds. No joke, he did have a heart attack when you left the healer’s den, you owe him an apology too.”

Fair enough.