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xtruss · 5 days

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Ten Strangest Natural Phenomena In The United States of America!

Death Valley's Sailing Stones!

Death Valley National Park was established as a natural monument in 1933. Although its name could be more inviting, its beauty is undeniably unique. Its main attraction is the geological phenomenon known as the sailing stones—a mystery that kept scientists and explorers in awe for decades.

In the early 2010s, time-lapse photographs and rigorous investigations uncovered the enigma. The rocks, ranging from weighing a few ounces to over 700 pounds, move every winter without human or animal intervention when the wind blows strong enough to slide them over thin sheets of melting ice. The ice melts and moves when exposed to warm morning sunlight, a process known as ice shove.

Great Smoky Mountains' Lightning Bugs!

Sometime between the third week of May and the third week of June, the beetle species, officially known as Photinus carolinus, will enter its mating season in the Great Smoky Mountains. Male fireflies synchronize their flashing lights so females can recognize them. The spectacle put on by millions of lightning bugs blinking simultaneously in the dark forest nights attracts hundreds of tourists who plan their visit several months in advance.

Yellowstone's Geysers!

The attractions of Yellowstone Park have been in the making for over half a million years. Geysers, hot springs, fumaroles, and mud pots result from the interaction between underground volcanic activity and groundwater. The superheated water of hot springs—trapped in channels leading to the surface—erupts when the steam in the inner layers of the volcanic caldera (where Yellowstone lays) lifts the cooler water in the upper layers causing the flashy phenomenon called geysers. The most famous performer of the geothermal show is Old Faithful, a highly predictable geyser that erupts every 45 to 100 minutes.

Horsetail Fall in Yosemite!

Every summer night for almost a century, burning hot embers were poured from Glacier Point in Yosemite National Park down the cliff to the valley below. The 3,000-foot drop of incandescent coal put on a magnificent show that attracted growing crowds from 1872 to 1968. Nowadays, a natural spectacle evocative of the man-made fire has taken center stage: Horsetail Fall in Yosemite, an evanescent waterfall that sometimes—during the two last weeks of February—turns bright orange when backlit by the sunset gleam.

Mendenhall Glacier!

Alaska's scenery is unparalleled. Many of nature's finest exhibits call the northernmost state home. One is Mendenhall Glacier, an enormous glacier that flows from the Juneau Icefield, a 1,500-square-mile stretch of rock, snow, and ice. The frozen giant started retreating three centuries ago when its annual melting began exceeding its annual accumulation of ice. Nevertheless, it would take hundreds of years for the glacier to disappear completely, so there is more than enough time to visit it and admire its greatness.

Singing Sands at Great Sand Dunes National Park!

The air pushing through the sand grains of an avalanche at the Great Sand Dunes National Park creates sounds similar to those made by certain birds or insects. The singing or booming sands usually occur during sandstorms or when people push the sand down the dunes. Due to the various applications of this sound in song and ritual, it is a natural phenomenon that has attracted adventurers, artists, and mystics to the San Luis Valley in south-central Colorado for decades.

Overwintering Monarchs in California!

As autumn settles in, thousands of monarch butterflies leave the western slopes of the Rocky Mountains to spend the cooler months in the central coast region of California. The bright-colored insects gather mostly at Pismo State Beach in San Luis Obispo County, roughly midway between Los Angeles and San Francisco, but can also be found in several other locations down the Pacific coast. The amalgam of a massive number of overwintering monarchs and the green foliage is a delightful sight that impresses spectators, especially the younger ones.

Bioluminescent fungi in Appalachia

Most of us are familiar with pixie dust, but have you heard about fairy fire? Deep in the woods of the Appalachian Mountains, a rare phenomenon takes place in the dark: bioluminescent fungi illuminate the forest bed and decaying tree logs with a bright green glow. This state of brightness is caused by an oxidative enzyme called luciferase, which can be so potent that the radiance might remain visible even when the fungi are taken out of the forest. Conditions for the mushrooms to light up are very particular, so you might only sometimes find foxfire, as it is also known. Nonetheless, there are better chances if you explore the southern Appalachians.

Mother-of-Pearl Clouds in Alaska

Officially named polar stratospheric clouds, this natural event only happens when the temperature above the Arctic Circle falls below minus 114 degrees F, causing widely spaced water molecules to blend and form ice crystals in the otherwise dry stratosphere. High-altitude sun rays beam into the ice, reflecting rainbow-hued light into the clouds. Since the only U.S. state that is part of the Arctic Circle is Alaska, it's the only one where you might be able to catch a glimpse of this mesmerizing color display.

Petrified Lightning at Great Sand Dunes National Park!

The sculptures made when dry sand is struck by lightning are called fulgurites. Even though they look like rocks—which gives them the nickname of petrified lightning—they truly are glass tubes covered by burnt sand. The largest dunes in the U.S. found in the Great Sand Dunes National Park are the ideal place to find these whimsical pieces of natural art. However, if you ever find yourself in the desert during a thunderstorm, get away from the dunes immediately.

#The United States of America 🇺🇸#10 Natural Phenomena

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glitchgeek · 2 years

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Sat here in the starbux and these two college dudebros are having like?? the weirdest and most intense coffee-cup homoerotic mating dance/courtship ritual

I mean good for yall but the enigma of MLM courtship continues to evade me 😂

#glitch talks #love wins yet my confusion does not

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helenazbmrskai · 3 years

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Taehyung Masterpost

Subliminal Preference Series, Stoner AU [31k]

↳College is all about rumours but there’s a particular enigma to these three people named, Park Jimin, L/N Y/N and Kim Taehyung. There’s more to them than at first meets the eye.

part 1, part 2.

Like Chalk And Cheese Series, Yandere AU [9k]

↳Fucking Taehyung makes you realise that maybe you’re not so different after all.

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4.

Minor Arcana Series, Werewolf AU [7k]

↳I've been living my life as a tiny metaphorical leaf swept away by the wind. The shadow of the past has a painful grip on my throat. The first time I got to breathe the fresh air of the forest so happens when my path is crossed by a lone wolf. Together I have enough courage to seal the past and look forward to our future. I can see the end even though there's a long path for us to walk on.

part 1, part 2, part 3.

Vante’s Body Smau, Hacker AU

↳(...)

Cat and Mouse Roommates To Lovers [7k]

↳Charity balls are always the same. Expensive champagne and nobles staring at you and Taehyung left and right, however, this time you have to thank his mother for intervening if it weren’t for her you two would still play that game of cat and mouse.

Lord Kim Vampire AU [2k]

↳Arveria is a close-knit community given by the distance between the other communities that are twelve hours of walk from each side of the dead city, you live among vampires and humans in peace. Your village is known for its famous mate finding ritual that attracts people from all over the world.

Garden Of Pink Petals Alien AU [5k]

↳A goofy alien with pink petals is here to turn your world upside down and show you his garden if only you would accept his hand.

Till My Last Breath Fantasy [2k]

↳Your relationship is forbidden. If your coven knew who you invite into your bed as soon as they fell asleep you both would be dead but it never stopped Taehyung from coming for you.

Puppet Master Middle Ages AU [4k]

↳Taehyung’s death shook the town to the core, squeezing everyone’s heart but the townspeople had no idea of the scattered pieces the news left your heart.

Bad Alpha, Sweet Alpha Werewolf AU [12k]

↳You’ve been in love with your best friend for years. Now here’s the problem Taehyung’s wolf hates you. But why he hid the key and then refused to tell you and Taehyung where he put it? Nonetheless just before his heat is about to start.

Mating Season Alien AU [4k]

↳You knew nothing good will come out of the situation when your captors decided to remove your chains this morning and gave you substantial food. You find yourself face to face with an alien who wants to impregnate the hell out of you.

©️helenazbmrskai

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earnestly-endlessly · 3 years

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Cherik angst!

Ooooh the angst!! The cherik fandom has an abundance of angst fics and I could probably make a list of hundred fics to recommend, but these are some of my favourite angsty cherik fics. I should warn you though, some of these require tissues.

Cherik Angst

Everyday Love in Stockholm – tahariel

Summary: Magneto is the ruler of the posthuman world.

His only secret? Charles Xavier, the human he's kept locked in his bedroom ever since his right-hand woman, Mystique, came to him pleading for mercy for her stepbrother, who accepted her mutant form and protected her as a child. The human he started fucking after Mystique was killed in battle, despite the guilt he feels at contaminating even this last promise to the woman who was integral to his life's work and happiness.

Boden’s Mate – kaydeefalls

Summary: "Shaw has information that we need, and we need him alive to extract it," Moira says, and there it is: the job is on the table. Extraction.

XMFC/Inception fusion AU. Erik is an extractor, Alex is his point man. They're assembling a team to go after the most dangerous mind in dreamsharing: Sebastian Shaw. But unless Alex and the team can keep him in check, Erik's desire for vengeance might just rip the whole job apart around them -- and then there's the shade that haunts his dreams...

Ritual Self-Torture – TurtleTotem

Summary: Shaw is King, Charles is his royal consort and Erik is a Knight/Lord. Shaw is sterile but his kingdom can't find out, so he asks Erik to impregnate Charles.

He doesn't know Erik and Charles are in love.

The Winter of Banked Fires – Yahtzee

Summary: Charles Xavier has returned from the dead -- but is lost within his own mind. Rogue has cast aside her own power and doesn't know where she fits in the world any longer. The production of synthetic Cure means mutantkind itself is newly at risk. And Magneto, turned human against his will, is in despair until the day he feels a familiar consciousness tugging at his own

Us – Pangea

Summary: “Charles,” Erik says, and if his voice hits a pleading note then who can really blame him, “Charles, it’s me.”

It takes several longer moments before Charles musters up the strength to answer, breath stuttering horribly as he tries to breathe. He’s shaking, entire body trembling.

“Erik,” Charles says, his voice cracking, “Erik, I want to die.”

Enigma – Yahtzee

Summary: Erik dies, or finds a reversey-time mutant, or a magical time travelling device, and wakes up in the past. This time, though, it's before he ever met Charles - in fact, it's before his mother died.

He can save his mother that one time (thanks to his mastery over powers carrying back), but what does Erik do after that? Does he stick around, or escape and run to find Charles again (and hope everything doesn't go wrong)?

By Faint Indirections – kianspo

Summary: Erik is in his ~50s, and lonely and bitter. He survived the Holocaust and was only ~14 when the war ended; and even ~40 years later, living in a country that helped to end WW2 and the Third Reich, homosexuality is still a taboo topic. Then one day, he stumbles over Charles, who is young(early 20s) and bright and smart and cheeky and full of energy and beautiful. And moving in the same street where Erik lives.

Lonesome on the Shelf – ikeracity

Summary: After three years of marriage, Charles has to admit that his relationship with Erik has significantly cooled off. These days, they're barely ever home at the same time and it seems like every conversation they have turns into an argument. Charles misses the way they used to be, misses the spontaneous dinner parties and the surprise morning sex and the wake up calls in the early mornings to catch the sunrise. But it's going to take two of them to fix this marriage, and some days, it seems as if all Erik wants is to be rid of him.

A fic about rekindling marriage.

When the Spell Breaks – kianspo

Summary: Erik, a high-profile lawyer with a successful career, meets a 21-year-old grad student in a bar, and within a few short months marries him. He and Charles are blissfully happy, until Erik's boss runs a background check on Charles and discovers he's been cheating on Erik. Charles denies everything, as there was no affair, but Erik doesn't believe him and throws him out. As Charles tries to figure out how to survive and stay at school that he can no longer afford and makes a lot of bad if not plain dangerous choices, Erik has to fight his own battle of discovering the truth and winning Charles back.

The Tower and the Hurricane – dreamlittleyo

Summary:(Post-movie AU.) Five years after Shaw's death, Erik's predictions prove painfully accurate. Violence rages on both sides of the human/mutant conflict. In a world ravaged by war, it doesn't really matter who's more at fault. Charles struggles to teach his students a better way, but what choices will he make when peace really isn't an option?

The Attempt – Yahtzee

Summary: Charles knows everything about Erik, knows how obsessive and self-destructive he is, how Erik would do anything, give anything, in his quest for vengeance against Shaw. But he also knows that Erik loves him in ways that aren't exactly platonic.

I'd like to see a completely straight!Charles, out of pure love and care of Erik, initiate a romantic relationship with him. It can be because he wishes to give Erik something positive in his life or because he thinks it might help change Erik's mind about Shaw, the reason is up to author. Also, while Charles finds intimacy with Erik strange and awkward, he does enjoy the new, non-romantic layers that have developed in their relationship.

Apple Seeds – pprfaith

Summary: Charles, Erik, apple seeds and Shakespearean love affairs.

Ashes, Ashes – winterhill

Summary: Post-apocalyptic AU — When the bombs fall, and mutually assured destruction occurs, it turns out that Shaw was right and radiation does enhance mutant powers. Snapshots of the XMFC main ensemble in the time after the bombs: Erik decides to stay, Moira thinks she might be the only human left, Raven is having trouble sleeping, and Charles is losing his mind.

Warnings: nuclear holocaust: death (death in general, not a specific character), cancer, burns, medical procedure, mutant powers gone awry

Five Bullet Points – Sperare

Summary: It was supposed to be Erik locked away in a prison one hundred stories below the ground.

Charles was never supposed to be there with him.

Tequila on a spaceship – faerie_ground

Summary: In 2014, Charles Xavier gets brutally murdered and Erik Lehnsherr spends the rest of his life mourning his death.

In 3014, Captain Lehnsherr and CMO Dr Xavier are colleagues, best friends and maybe a little more besides that aboard the Magneto I.

The Tower and the Hurricane – dreamlittleyo

Summary: Post-movie AU.) Five years after Shaw's death, Erik's predictions prove painfully accurate. Violence rages on both sides of the human/mutant conflict. In a world ravaged by war, it doesn't really matter who's more at fault. Charles struggles to teach his students a better way, but what choices will he make when peace really isn't an option?

Simple and Uncomplicated – Pookaseraph

Summary: Erik and Charles had been fuck buddies for some, but when Charles is in an accident he figured their relationship would be over. Erik's visit to his bedside in the hospital changes his assumptions even as he has trouble believing Erik is sincere.

Lazarus – Clocks

Summary: Erik is 19 when he says ‘I love you’ for the first time.

It would take five long years before Charles says it back.

Broken Eternity – CractasticDispatches

Sumnmary: It starts with being alone. It shouldn’t, perhaps, but it does because, of course, alone is what no one ever wishes to be.

Shout it Out Loud – dreamlittleyo

Summary: (Movie-Concurrent AU.) When Charles forges a telepathic link between himself and Erik, the two men find themselves bound together by more than just destiny. With the world on the brink of war, Charles and Erik struggle to cope with a psychic connection that may well be permanent.

Call Me By His Name – sinuous_curve

Summary: Charles wakes from the absence of noise.

There is an empty space in his room, beside his bed. Not quiet as in an abandoned room, but utterly, featurelessly blank. Like a box made of unblemished, impenetrable metal and Charles knows before he opens his eyes.

The Longest Word – septicwheelbarrow

Summary: "I'm Charles Xavier," he says, smiling from ear to ear. Then he gestures to his wheelchair. "Terminal spinal osteoblastoma, reaper due to collect in a year."

After some time, the man gestures at himself with a sardonic smile. "Same, one year. Lung." And then, reluctant, as if trying to keep his name to himself, "Erik."

I reject your reality and substitute my own. Doesn't really work that way, both ways.

Copy – chantefable

Summary: Charles wakes up without his memory. His sole caretaker, Erik, claims to be his husband, and tells him he's recovering from a car accident on their honeymoon.

Slowly falling for Erik again, Charles begins to regain his memories. He starts to notice strange things about his body, Erik, and their secluded mansion.

Myosotis – SomeCoolName

Summary: When Charles got back from Cuba, he lost the two things which made him stand: his legs and the love of his life, Erik Lehnsherr. Charles can get used to the wheelchair but he won't ever be able to get pass the loss of Erik.

"I wish I never met him" is something Charles says one night, maybe a bit drunk, absolutely wrecked for sure. It's a bit silly but Charles figures out his only solution is to use his own powers to erase Erik from his mind, progressively.

Except one day Erik comes back to the Xavier mansion to win him back. And even if Charles doesn't want to stop forgetting about him, Erik will do anything he can to convince him otherwise.

Das Haus am See – sareyen

Summary: The Lake House AU:

Erik is an estate planning lawyer who takes some time off to get away from the big city after his marriage fell apart. He lives in a picturesque lake house by Chautauqua Lake for almost two years, before moving back to New York City. This is in 2019.

Charles is a famous but very private author stuck in a creative rut, and moves to his lakeside estate for a short while to try and find a reason to write again. This is in 2017.

By magic or fate, Charles and Erik discover that the letter box at the lake house has the ability to send letters through time, between Charles in 2017 and Erik in 2019. Through letters that transcend the barriers of time, Charles and Erik fall in love. Charles vows to find Erik two years in his future, and Erik promises to wait for him. Two years - just two, meagre years.

But, fate is fickle, and time waits for no one.

Appropriate Boundaries – Yahtzee

Summary: Charles has been having serious problems with back cramps in the year and a half since he's been in a wheelchair. His doctor prescribes massage therapy. But when Charles meets his masseur, Erik, in some ways they begin to heal each other. So how do you cross the boundaries between professional touch -- and the personal?

Unbound – Cesare, helens78

Summary: Thousands of miles apart, Erik Lehnsherr and Charles Xavier form a soulbond. But when that bond is severed five years later, they have to spend the next ten years trying to rebuild their lives alone.

Do You Love Me – cgf_kat

Summary: Charles and Erik have been married for 25 years, thrown together by a mandatory post-apocalyptic pairing system attempting to increase and strengthen the population. They have seven children. They have never spoken of love, but change is on the horizon.

A Quiet Riot – cloudstroke (aQuired)

Summary: Erik can't stand the fact that his father has brought home a boy less than half his age.

But mostly because he's madly in love with Charles Xavier himself.

#cherik #cherik fic recs #fic recs #angst #asks #earnestly answers

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casbangs · 3 years

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Cas Bang Masterpost

And with that, the 2020 Castiel Big Bang has ended! Let’s look at the masterpost for the season ending in June 2021~!

#~+~#

Title: Breaking Free and Finding Home

Author: @limeyjellybean

Artist: @soluscheese

Rating: Mature

Pairing(s): Castiel/Dean Winchester (Destiel)

Words: 22,293

Summary: Freedom isn’t something Castiel ever thought he could be familiar with, living under Naomi’s roof with her rules and strict way of living - but when the opportunity presents itself, he takes it and runs.

What he didn’t expect was what followed, and what the newfound freedom would bring him.

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Title: Husbands and Headlines

Author: Why_do_you_want_to_know ( @an-ace-phoenix )

Artist: @love-nakamura

Rating: Teen and up

Pairings: Dean/Cas

Words: 22,000

Summary:

Castiel thought his life was perfect. Maybe his husband was away for months at a time - but that was the life of an actor - and it wasn’t like Castiel wasn’t busy as well. They found time for each other. And Castiel knew that they always loved each other.

But then Dean started acting weird.

He took on more and more jobs, spending more time away than at home, and taking the bare minimum in terms of breaks. So when Castiel got a chance to work on the same film set, designing the costumes and spending the next couple of months in Montana with Dean, he jumped at the chance.

When Dean just acted even weirder, and Dean’s co-star Bela seemed to spend more time with Dean than Cas did, he started to see his perfect life crumbling around him.

Is anything really what it seems?

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Title: Say Yes

Author: @verobatto (BENKA79)

Artist: @jenniferb-art

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dean/Castiel

Words: 21.1k

Summary:

After evading the apocalypse, Heaven faces a new crisis. Without archangels and with an absent God, the angels will appeal to their last hope: to achieve a perfect bond between two of their own and thus generate the necessary energy to save Heaven.

But when the first attempts fail, and everyone begins to lose hope.

It is then that Castiel admits that he may have “accidentally” started a bonding ritual with Dean Winchester by bringing him out of Hell, and now the restoration of Heaven depends on a brave hunter agreeing to complete the bond with Castiel, a ritual full of enigmas and sensuality that will confront the angel and the human with their most hidden feelings.

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Title: Whiskers and Whispers

Author: Why_do_you_want_to_know (@an-ace-phoenix)

Artist: @kingstoken

Rating: Gen

Pairings: Dean/Cas

Words: 6400

Summary:

Castiel gets turned into a cat while killing a witch, and is brought back to the bunker by an unsuspecting Sam and Dean. He tries to get a message across to them, tell them that he isn’t actually a cat, but maybe its not so bad… especially with how open Dean is now that he thinks Castiel is just an animal who can’t understand his words.

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Title: Sign of God

By: spnsmile

Art by: heart-eyes castiel

Pair: Castiel/ Dean Winchester

Rate: Explicit

Word: 12,000

Summary:

Amara smiled at him.

“Hello, Castiel…seems like you two have been having fun.”

Castiel wrapped his arms protectively around Dean’s sleeping form and dragged him closer to his body.

“What are you doing here? If you’re here for Dean—” She rolled her eyes.

“Of course, I’m here for Dean, but why would that make you think you’re out of the equation? You’re already making a very hot pair…” her eyes drawdown on Dean’s nakedness where a blanket flew to cover seconds next. Castiel didn’t like her smirk at all and was beside himself to tell her to fuck off. But she was here in Dean’s bedroom. She better had a good reason for it because Deity or not, Castiel will kick her out.

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Title: Feline Fate

Author: @endlessnepenthe

Artist: @nickelkeep

Rating: T

Pairing: Castiel & Dean Winchester

Words: 5041

Summary:

The cat considers Castiel for a moment. “Mrow,” it repeats, a little less irritated, immediately followed by a high, curious trill.

“If I take you home with me,” Castiel tells the cat, stern, “you will be good. Won’t you?”

When Castiel rescues a green eyed cat from a certain doom via one truck running a red light, he never would have guessed his act of altruism would send a pair of brothers crashing through the door of his already chaotic, eventful life.

It’s a good thing Castiel’s well acquainted with seeing strange things.

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Title: Angelic Kitty Curse

By: shadowywerewolfqueen

Art by: nickelkeep

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Rating: Explicit

Words: 21736

Summary:

Angel’s only go through a mating season every few millennia so imagine Castiel’s surprise when his wings burst onto the physical, signaling the start of mating season. Castiel is worried that Sam and Dean might find the wings offputting, but he never imagined how Dean would react to them. Disheartened that his feelings for Dean aren’t reciprocated, Castiel enlists the help of Rowena to help him end his mating season prematurely. Instead, the spell goes wrong, and Castiel ends up turning into a cat with his wings still showing. Will Castiel be turned back into an angel before it’s too late? Will Dean ever learn Castiel’s true feelings?

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#casbang #casbang2020 #casbang 2020 #castiel #castiel centric fic #masterpost #2020 masterpost

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gameofdrarry · 3 years

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Wizards Hearts Recs: Werewolf Creature!Fic

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 Embers by shiftylinguini Rated: Explicit Words: 41216 Tags: Post-Hogwarts, First Time, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Draco Malfoy, Omega Harry Potter, Werewolves, Heat Companion Harry Potter, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Masturbation, Knotting, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Scent Marking, Scent Kink, Come Marking, Dirty Talk, sexual negotiation, H/D Career Fair 2017 Summary: Werewolf Alphas aren't meant to be alone, or to suppress their ruts indefinitely like Draco has been since he was bitten eight years ago. He needs company, companionship, to knot ― he needs an Omega Heat Companion. At least, that’s what the Healers say, and even Draco can admit contacting the person they’ve referred him to might be nice. Of course it turns out to be bloody Potter. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Heart Like Neon by lq_traintracks (lumosed_quill) Rated: Explicit Words: 41103 Tags: Sex Work, Sex worker Harry Potter, Rentboys, rentboy Harry potter, Past Harry/Ginny - Freeform, past Draco/Theo, Harry/OMC - Freeform, Trans Male Character, Trans Female Character, Switching, Transphobia, Tattoos, hung harry, POV Alternating, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Rimming, Comeplay, Watersports, Duelling, Facials Summary: Bored of being The Chosen One, Harry discovers he rather likes sex and becomes a professional. He’s good at it, and part of why is that he can read people. Not minds, not Legilimens, but their whole self, and he can give them what they don’t even know they want. Enter Draco fucking Malfoy, enigma to everyone, including himself. Harry can’t help but want to break into him, to figure him out. And Draco, thinking he’ll fuck Potter on a lark, has no idea what he’s in for. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Who we are in the shadows by Quicksilvermaid Rated: Explicit Words: 99714 Tags: Dubious Consent, werewolf instincts, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, child trafficking, Brief Claustrophobia, Past Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Past minor character death, Past Child Death, Bigotry & Prejudice, prejudice against werewolves, internalized prejudice, Murder, Stabbing, Poison, Hallucinations, Creature Fic, Werewolf Harry, Werewolves, Auror Harry Potter, Case Fic, Masturbation, wanking, werewolf attack, Aural Voyeurism, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Slow Burn, Biting, Marking, Claiming, Scenting, Possessive Behavior, Jealousy, Rough Sex, Edging, Secrets, Lies, Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, Loyalty, Loyalty Bond, Bonding, Angst, Domestic, Falling In Love, Enemies to Lovers, Self-Acceptance, Emotional Growth, Angst with a Happy Ending, References to Auror Brutality, H/D Erised 2019, Comeplay, Wall Sex, sex without lube, Identity Porn, Secret Identity Summary: What happens when you’re forced to become the very thing you despise? Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life. When he comes across Draco Malfoy in the criminal underbelly of Wizarding London and in need of protection, Harry figures bringing him in to face the Ministry's justice is his ticket back to everything he's lost. But nothing is exactly as it seems. Not even Harry himself. And as he gets drawn further and further into Malfoy's world of honour and deception he finds himself questioning everything he thought he knew—about his childhood nemesis, the Ministry job he misses so much, and most of all, about himself. What happens when you’re forced to see that you were wrong? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Elusive Mate by 0idontknow0 Rated: Explicit Words: 25786 Tags: Rating: NC17, Fanart, Creature Fic Summary: Harry had done it (a) to save lives and (b) because the idea of him being Malfoy’s mate was clearly ridiculous, but now he had to tell Malfoy. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Finding A Place To Call Home by marysiak Rated: Explicit Words: 54747 Tags: Alternate Universe, Creature Fic, Werewolves, Post-Hogwarts, Rough Sex, Top Draco Malfoy, Bottom Harry Summary: Feeling directionless after the war, Harry is unexpectedly torn out of his own universe and thrust into another, where he must hide out with Remus Lupin, Teddy and Draco Malfoy as Severus Snape and Hermione try to find a way to send him home and save both his and his unwitting doppelganger's lives. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 as much a light as a flame by p1013 Rated: Explicit Words: 6303 Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Mating Rituals, Werewolf Draco Malfoy, POV Draco Malfoy, Knotting, Scent Kink, Mating Bond, Outdoor Sex, Anal Sex, Comeplay, Art, Claiming, H/D Sex Fair 2020 Summary: His mother paints a wolf on his chest, its eyes bracketing his heart, and its muzzle pointed towards his groin. His aunt fills in the spaces around his waist and ribs with symbols he's lost the meaning of in the wash of whatever plant had been mixed in with the steam. They move after her brush leaves his skin, turning from incomprehensible marks to his name to wolf to home to hunt and then back to misunderstanding again. His legs are painted in patterned bands, starting from his ankles and ending at his upper thighs. His groin is left unmarked, the pale and empty skin meant to leave no doubt of the Claim once he makes it. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Burning the Ground by lq_traintracks (lumosed_quill), traintracks Rated: Explicit Words: 10256 Tags: A/B/O-ish dynamic, Were-Creatures, Knotting, Rough Sex, Anal Sex, Bondage, Blow Jobs, sex on the floor, Rimming, Auror Harry Potter, Healer Draco Malfoy, Mildly Dubious Consent Summary: "Strap him down," someone said, and Harry felt the rage thicken inside him -- the viscous fear. Magical bindings pulled taut around his wrists . . . He felt a wand touch his arm and then a sharp bite as something punctured the skin, and a sweet, cool tonic rushed his veins. His breathing slowed. His eyelids drooped. The ceiling went grey and dark. And then he heard a woman's voice sigh, "Someone, get Healer Malfoy." ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Omega's Binding by Madriddler Rated: Explicit Words: 49405 Tags: Hogwarts Sixth Year, Alpha/Omega, Omega Harry, Werewolves, Knotting, Fluff and Angst, Anal Fingering, Size Kink, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Watersports, No Horcruxes Summary: After a violent encounter, Harry Potter is turned into a werewolf. An Omega Werewolf, to be exact. Now dealing with heats and the ability to get pregnant, Harry must learn to live with his new forms and life, while a desire for revenge fuels him. Will he be able to resist his heat and vengeance? Or will he fall into an instinctual lust, and look for his Alpha? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Light More Beautiful by firethesound Rated: Explicit Words: 81255 Tags: Hogwarts Sixth Year, Dubious Consent, Potions Accident, Post-Hogwarts, Aurors, Returning Home, Owls, Drinking, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Shower Sex, Masturbation in Shower, Knotting, Rimming, Falling In Love, Case Fic, Loss of Virginity, Acronyms, Motorcycles, Christmas, Quidditch, Pining Summary: Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter's help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn't been enough to dim Draco's obsession with him. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Run With Me by dragontara Rated: Mature Words: 16738 Tags: Animagus, Creature Fic, Werewolf Draco, Animagus Harry, Bottom Draco, Bonding, Knotting, snarky Draco Summary: Draco and Harry meet in the Forbidden Forest in their wolf forms falling fast and hard and eventually bonding with each other. Unfortunately bonding in their animal forms doesn't mean they are happily bonded straight away in a real life too. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Taro Milk Tea with a side of Depression by VeelaWings Rated: Mature Words: 1073 Tags: Pre-Slash, Screenplay/Script Format, Conversations, Veela Draco Malfoy, Werewolf Harry Potter, Guidance Counselors, in therapy, Depression, Self-Hatred, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Morbid Humor, Inappropriate Behavior from a Professional, H/D Hurt!Fest 2020 Summary: Draco sat through twenty grievous minutes of Ministry-mandated group therapy for Newly Registered Magical Beings & Creatures — then promptly stormed out. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Blood Moon Rising by noelleification Rated: Mature Words: 38322 Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Werewolf Draco Malfoy, Wolfstar is canon, Sirius Black Lives, Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug, Draco Malfoy is a Little Shit, Adoption, Slowburn Adoption, Drarry might happen at some point, idk - Freeform, Remus and Sirius adopt draco, Remus and Sirius as dads, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, So much angst, seriously get ready for angst, Abusive Lucius Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy Being an Asshole, Harry Potter but it's ridiculously gay, Gay Draco Malfoy, Gay Disaster Draco Malfoy, Trans Hermione Granger, Because we don't support TERFS in this household, Yearning, Sirius and Remus are in love but it doesn't mean they're smart enough to know it yet, so get ready for them to pine for awhile, uhhhhhh just have tissues ready I guess, I'm gonna try my hardest to make you cry, You're gonna suffer..., But you're gonna be... happy about it?, Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, traumatized Draco, Draco Malfoy Has Issues, Tonks is best girl, Tonks as lesbian wine aunt, Tonks has big sister vibes, Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks Never Happened, Everyone is LGBT, because fuck jk rowling, Found Family, Whump, this shit hurted, Parental Remus Lupin, Parental Sirius Black, Torture, Aftermath of Torture, this shit gets dark yall, just be prepared Summary: Draco Malfoy is cursed. Ever since Fenrir Greyback ripped him to shreds, Draco has transformed into a monster every month on the full moon. The change is painful, and living with Lucius Malfoy might be worse. But Draco is strong. He doesn’t need anyone, especially not Remus Lupin. Remus Lupin might be the only person in the world who understands what Draco is going through—but he has enough on his plate, between the still-raging wizarding war, the publicized nature of his status as a werewolf, and his best friend, Sirius Black, who Remus might think of in a more-than-friendly way. He certainly can’t take in a seventeen-year-old Death Eater—can he? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 A Howling Good Time by FleetofShippyShips Rated: Explicit Words: 5819 Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Established Relationship, Werewolf Draco Malfoy, Full Moon, werewolf/human sex, Transformed Werewolf/Human Sex, Knotting, Consent Given Prior, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Morning After, Aftercare (delayed?), Scent Kink, Fluff, (hahaha both literal and emotional), Don't copy to another site, Come Scent Kink (i.e. some post-sex bum sniffing) Summary: They’d talked about this, and Draco had agreed that he would try it for Harry, once Harry had convinced him he was utterly serious and not fucking with him. The timing, however, was entirely up to Harry, and he'd decided tonight, this full moon, was the night. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Am I a werewolf? by a_reader_and_writer Rated: General Words: 1230 Tags: Werewolves, Curses, Drarropoly 2.0 - A Drarry Game/Fest, Dramatic Draco Malfoy, Boyfriends, Fluff and Crack Summary: Draco is hit by the werewolf curse. The healers send him home and tell Harry and him to watch the symptoms. Of course this isn't as easy as it sounds with our drama queen Draco. ❤️ Read on AO3

#werewolves #drarry #drarry recs #game of drarry #wizards hearts #wh masterlist

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abduct-me-helen · 4 years

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Class 108′s Apocalypse Field Trip | Chapter 3.

Katie was the first one to recover, turning her knife on Mr. Sims and charging forward. Martin yanked him out of the way.

“Woah! Woah, woah. Hey!” he said, waving his arms to get her to calm down.

“Katie.” Rosie barked, which in that tone meant “stand down.”

Katie withdrew, not taking her eyes off her former teacher. “You can’t be real. You obviously aren’t human, and-”

“If you put down the knife, I promise I’ll give you answers.” Jon said, hands up and breathing steady.

Katie glanced over to Rosie, who narrowed her eyes in thought then gave a quick nod. She begrudgingly lowered her weapon, eyes still locked with the two newcomers in the room.

There was a moment of silence.

“What the fuck just happened?” Riko asked, slipping her glasses off in disbelief.

“I…I smited him.” Jon answered awkwardly. “Okay, how about we get everyone in here and then we can have…a class.”

“A class.” Katie deadpanned. Jon nodded, and she shrugged, standing up and gesturing for Riko to come with her while she fetched Elliot and Raphi, who were still in the other classroom. Probably kissing. Ugh.

An awkward silence filled the air, before Tabitha turned to the window and tilted her head. “Who opened the blinds?”

The rest of the kids shook their heads, and Tabitha sighed, turning the rod to the right and shutting the outside world out of sight.

“Eyeball daddy must’ve wanted to say hi.” she said thoughtfully.

Jon choked, and Martin had a look of mild horror on his face as he patted Jon’s back to stop him from coughing.

“E-exuse me?” he stammered.

Tabitha was unfazed.

“Eyeball daddy. You know, the great voyeur? The big smexy eyeball in the sky?”

Martin keeled over wheezing while Jon dropped his jaw.

“The-the Beholding?!” “Smexy?!”

Tabitha wrinkled her nose. “That’s a stupid name. All hail eyeball daddy.”

“All hail eyeball daddy.” The rest of the kids said in unison, looking bored. It was more of a reflex for them at this point.

Martin and Jon shared a look of horror, before Riko entered with Katie, Elliot and Raphi following her.

“Okay then, take a seat. I’ll explain, but, it isn’t pretty.”

“Really? The apocalypse isn’t pretty? I had no idea!” Raphi snarked. Elliot batted him on the head, and Jon was painfully reminded of a similar interaction between Tim and Sasha in the past.

No, he thought, there’s no time to dwell on that.

“There are fourteen entities called the fears that previously existed in a different place outside of our universe. They all have domain over different fears, and people that serve them get…abilities in exchange for feeding the-”

“Like the spiders! And the masked people! And the-” Tabitha cut herself off, “sorry. I’m getting ahead of myself,” she muttered, wringing her hands and tapping her foot.

“No, go on.” Jon prompted her to continue.

She hesitated. “W-we’ve just been noticing patterns…I call them categories. They’re like…really angry colors? If that makes sense?”

Jon looked impressed. “And you just figured all that out?”

She nodded.

He sighed. “Well, you’re not wrong. These “really angry colors” are called the fear powers. Some think them alike to gods, but they don’t have any true motives other than to feed. They aren’t like humans in that respect. They have no motivation.”

The class watched, enraptured as he continued his explanation.

“There’s the Slaughter, fear of war and violence. The Lonely, fear of isolation. The Web, fear of-”

“Being controlled.” Rosie said quietly. Jon nodded.

“Exactly. And-”

“Spiders.” Tabitha shivered, remembering being cocooned in their webs; the feeling of legs crawling over her skin and weaving her in threat.

Jon made a gesture to show that she was right. He continued to explain the rest of the fear powers, until he stopped abruptly.

“And then there’s the Eye.” He said, looking to the closed window. He realized he was running a tape recorder, but at this point he couldn’t care less. The Eye saw everything anyway.

“Wait, hold on, how do you even know any of this?” Elliot asked him, eyes narrowed.

Jon sighed. “Getting to that.”

“The Eye-”

“Eyeball daddy-” “shut up Tabitha-”

“-is the fear of being watched, or being known. I know this one better than all the others, because I…serve it.”

“You what?!” Riko exclaimed, and Katie inched towards her knife.

“I wasn’t exactly given a choice,” he said shortly, rubbing his temples with his palm. “I assume you all know the Magnus Institute?”

Rosie nodded hesitantly. They’d all done their fair share of research on their enigma of a teacher. You would too, if someone like him showed up out of the blue and said cryptic things all the time.

Things that made far more sense these days then she would’ve liked.

“Well, the position of the Archivist, which is what I am, is more or less a trap. You can’t quit, and you become very connected to the Eye. It…changes you.”

“That’s ominous.” Katie muttered. Jon ignored her.

“What’s your connection to all this?” Riko questioned skeptically.

“That’s,” Jon breathed, “that’s a long story.”

“Cut out the boring bits and tell us; it’s not like we have anything better to do.” Elliot shrugged.

“Well, I suppose I started the whole thing.”

“What?!-” “No!-” “How dare you-” “I will fuck you up-”

A chorus of anger erupted in the room, and Martin stepped to the left of Jon’s side.

“He didn’t start it. He’s just guilty about-.”

“If I had fought it-”

“You know full well that wouldn’t have worked. I’m tired of you trying to make yourself the villain.” He stared Jon down begrudgingly.

“Look,” Martin sighed, “I’ll explain since he sees it fit to make himself out to be the enemy here. Our boss, Elias Bouchard, who is actually Jonah Magnus but back to that later, manipulated him. He basically had him marked by all the fourteen fears, and then forced him to complete the ritual that opened the eye. He had no choice in the matter.”

Katie withdrew, and they all relaxed.

“It’s not your fault, then, Mr. Sims.” Sydney said with furrowed brows.

He shook his head. “I…if I hadn’t opened that letter then none of this would’ve happened. I’ve done some bad things.”

“l laughed while one of my best mates got murdered,” Said Tabitha, getting off a desk covered in sharpie doodles.

Jon sighed. “You were under the influence of the Web.”

“And you were under the influence of the eye. How is that different?”

Jon ran a hand through his hair, looking to Martin, who was gazing down on him expectantly. “Fine, yes, I see your point.”

Tabitha nodded, satisfied.

“Why were you here in the first place?” Elliot asked.

“The Eye tells me where to go, and when I found out all of you were alive I decided I needed to come back for you.” Jon answered him, looking to the closed window briefly.

“Come back for us? But we’re safest here!” Sydney protested.

Jon hesitated. “They Eye preserved you because of your connection to me, at least, that’s what I think. It might have been Elias, maybe as a gift? But if I choose to…reject this “present” then you’ll each be thrown into different domains.”

Beat.

“Well fuck.” Tabitha said.

“Language.” Jon said half-heartedly.

“What are you going to do, send her to the principal?” Raphi retorted sarcastically. Tabitha tilted her head towards him and raised her eyebrow at Jon, signifying her agreement

A few people grumbled in agreement, before a pall of silence took over the room.

“Where are we going, anyway?” Asked Cal, who’d been uncharacteristically silent while processing all that had happened.

Jon clenched his fist. “The Panopticon.”

“You mean the tower? That’s not far from here!” Elliot told him.

“Yes, but…space doesn’t work like it used to. We’re going to have to venture through every domain until we can reach it.”

“And what’s the plan?” Katie questioned, expression blank.

“Don’t die? And reset the world” Martin offered.

“That’s it?” Katie said incredulously, her tone affronted.

“It’s a work in progress.” Jon defended.

“Oh well fuck-” “We’re screwed-” “Eyeball daddy, I’m coming for you-” “Bold of you guys to assume I don’t want to die-” “Cypress are you okay-” “If I get into hell I call lava bath-”

Jon facepalmed.

Martin was honestly both concerned and impressed about how they were handling this. If it was him, at this age he would’ve been freaking out and crying, not complaining.

“How are you so calm about this?” He asked, brows furrowed in surprise.

Raphi shrugged. “We’re Gen Z. We had lockdown drills all the time preparing us for a shooter, and once you think of that shit enough it’s not like you aren’t surprised when it happens. We’ve never been afraid of dying, we’re just afraid of watching the world burn,” the other kids nodded in agreement, “and look where that fucking got us.”

Martin was honestly stunned, but he chose not to comment.

“How poetic of you, Raph.” Elliot cooed.

“Oh, fuck off.”

There was a bittersweet moment of hesitation, before Tabitha yelled. “We’re going to win this, fuckers! We have the power of God and Anime on our side! Hiya!” She did the motions from the vine, and the rest of the class followed.

“Hiya!”

“List?” Rosie asked, checking supplies off her clipboard.

“Check!”

“Everyone have a weapon or something they can use as one? No, Elliot, I do not count your “bulging muscles” as a weapon. Stop pouting.”

“Check!”

“Everyone grab a buddy. Sydney will be with Tabitha and I, so everyone else should be in pairs. I think that’s everything.”

Rosie turned to Jon and Martin, who were waiting for her to finish the roll call. Jon raised an eyebrow.

Rosie rolled her eyes. “It helps to have some semblance of order here.”

Martin elbowed him, and Jon grumbled something Rosie didn’t understand.

And so, class 108 started their field trip.

“Elliot! Raphi! Cypress! Stop making videos! We need to move.” Jon called irritably, annoyed at the loud, bad music that these kids were filming themselves dancing to. It made absolutely no sense to him.

He didn’t like it.

“But we’re doing Tik Toks, Mr. Sims!” Cypress called back.

“You-you’re doing what?” Jon asked confusedly.

“Tik Toks!” Elliot repeated, which did not help at all.

“I-what’s a Tik Tok?” Jon ran his hands through his hair.

“Google-y-eyes it!” Elliot answered.

“Not funny.” He muttered, already getting a headache.

“It was, actually. His puns are great.” Raphi, who’s hearing was only secondary to Katie in the class rankings, (they made a list a few years back), heard him muttering and shouted to him without stopping the dance.

“Fine-what the hell is that?” Jon said, affronted as he began to Know what these “Tik Toks” were.

Insidious.

“That’s a Tik Tok Mr. Sims!” Cypress told him.

“Why are they dancing?”

“To get Tik Tok famous Mr. Sims!”

Jon was notably distressed, so he took out a cigarette and discretely lit it.

Tabitha whipped towards him. “Chris, is that a WEED?”

“W-what?”

“I’m calling the police!”

Christ, these kids were going to be the death of him.

#tma #the magnus archives #teacher jon #teacher jonathan sims #season 5 #tma season 5 #tma spoilers #jonmartin #tma fanfic #the magnus archives fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction

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thesehauntedhills · 4 years

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The Mysterious Haunted Scottish Island of the Merfolk |

It was said that to approach Eynhallow was to court with certain disaster, as the Finfolk would either kidnap or kill trespassers, and the island was seen as a cursed, forbidden place to be avoided, patrolled by the Finfolk and protected by dark magic. That is, until the arrival of a local farmer called The Goodman of Thorodale. According to the tale, the farmer’s wife was chosen as a Finfolk mate and taken away against her will to Eynhallow, but he would not let it go that easily. The Goodman gathered up his sons and ventured out to the forbidden island, armed with both weapons and special charms to ward off the sorcery in place to protect it. Upon reaching the shore, the group went about performing a ritual that broke the spell the Finfolk had over the island and cast them out, and fighting off the ferocious Finfolk, finally making Eynhallow once again the rightful property of humans.

It was after this that a few people would begin trickling to make their meager homes here, and the chapel was erected here in the 12th century. Very little is actually known about the history of human habitation on the island other than that the stories and lore continued, with all kinds of rumors whispered among the people of the Orkney Islands that this was still a place of magic and menace. One account of this oddness comes from 1529 in the manuscript called Descriptio Insularum Orchadiarum, in which it is written of the eccentric Eynhallow:

It is of old times related that here, if the standing corn be cut down, after the setting of the sun, unexpectedly there is a flowing of blood from the stalks of the grain; also it is said that if a horse is fastened, after sun-down it will easily get loose and wander anywhere during the night.

The island remained an enigma, its history and reclusive people poorly understood and wrapped in riddles, its true past and origins almost totally contained within oral traditions that have long ago faded into the mists of time. It is known that by 1851 there were only a scant 26 people inhabiting this forsaken place, and that a mysterious unknown disease, possibly typhoid, hit here to send them fleeing, taking their traditions and oral history with them. The roofs of the houses were removed and the land cleansed as much as possible of the scourge of the plague, but the people never did come back, leaving nothing but mysteries in their wake. The island became a sea bird sanctuary, and now the land is silent except for the screeching of the birds, the barking of seals, the roar of the wind, and the relentless crash of the rough waves that lash the shores.

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The Howl pt 13

A/N: thank you always to my beta and bestie. @chloes-yellow-cup

13.

“Now will you listen? Now do you see that Aubrey is with us? Is that not enough for you?”

No one said anything and Stacie shook her head. Unbelievable. Unfuckingbelievable. She sighed and looked down at Aubrey’s reddened face. At least it wasn’t as bad as the last time. This was more like a really harsh sunburn that was already slowly fading. She brought her hand up to trace the line of the vampire’s jaw delicately. Her brow furrowed at the twitch of muscle in her mate’s cheek at the touch. Stacie gave a soft whine and Aubrey smiled at her.

“It doesn’t hurt.” Stacie raised a brow and Aubrey shrugged a shoulder. “Just a sting.”

She gave a slight nod and raised her head to focus on the soft crunch of paws on snow. A growl tickled at the back of her throat, but she tightened her control on her emotions and let out a calming breath. When Wade had risen as a revenant she had been blindsided and it had cost her precious time in shifting. Her pack would be sitting ducks against a creature with the speed and strength of a revenant and she had shifted as quickly as she could hoping that she and Aubrey alone could put the monster down.

And for a minute she thought they would do just that. Take the creature down and put it out of its misery. But then Aubrey went flying and Stacie found herself with her paws full trying to keep herself between that thing and the rest of her pack. She couldn’t think of it as Wade, it wasn’t her friend, it wasn’t a part of her pack. So, she focused on anything but his face hoping that her mate would shake it off and get back in the game.

She was so preoccupied with keeping fangs out of her flesh that she hadn’t noticed another wolf had shifted out of phase until it had leapt on the monster’s back in full furred glory. There was no time to sit and take it all in, there was no time to turn and count the faces around them trying to figure out who was missing in human form. And really, she didn’t need to. Stacie knew who it was without sight or thought.

And now that she was confronted with him face to face, she realized that it couldn’t be anyone but Redmond. He lowered his head in a shallow nod of acknowledgement, but his chest puffed out with pride. He had played this one close, keeping it secret, hoping to take them all off guard at just the right moment. The worst part about the whole thing was that it had worked out perfectly for him.

Showing the ability to shift like that was proving himself equal to Stacie, equal enough to be Alpha. And she couldn’t even take it as a personal challenge because he had shifted then for the good of the pack. To protect their people.

Clever bastard.

Aubrey gave a soft hmm of agreement before sitting up in Stacie’s arms. Cynthia Rose wedged her way through the bodies and dropped a mismatched pile of clothes on the ground at her feet. Her Beta gave Aubrey a considering look then nodded once and held out a hand to help the blonde up. Her mate gave her a questioning look and Stacie raised her shoulder in a half shrug. The vampire was wary, but she extended her still singed hand. Half the pack gave a small gasp of surprise and stepped back when Aubrey rose without much help from CR in a single fluid movement.

Stacie looked at the clothes and grunted when only her tank top had survived her shift and a pair of jeans that were a little too loose in the waist to be her own. She slipped the clothes on quickly and stood at Aubrey’s side. She wasn’t entirely sure where the pack stood just now, everything had happened so quickly and it was so much to take in, but they really didn’t have the time to stop and digest it all. If she waited for them all to get their heads around everything that was happening it would only give Redd more time to gain support to try and take the pack from her.

“I think you all understand now that what we are dealing with is bigger than vengeance for our brother. Right?”

Most of them nodded their heads and a few grunted. CR crossed her arms over her chest and boldly stepped back and to the right, falling into her usual place at Stacie’s side. It was a show of support they needed and was deeply appreciated. Evan, one of her lone wolves eased out of the darkness and gave Aubrey a wide berth before stepping forward to speak.

“There’s more out there. Jessa an’ me clocked at least two during the fight. Just watchin’ us.” He shuddered with the effort of raising his head and meeting Aubrey’s pale silvered gaze. “Friends of yours?”

There was no point in trying to find the vampires now. It was too dark even for them and really, they didn’t need another fight tonight. Aubrey gave a short nod as if she had expected that all along and probably she did. Her mate gazed down at her machete and slid it into the sheath at her back. It made a few of the wolves release a tightly held breath, the weapon just that much more of a threat to make them more uneasy than they already were.

“Vampires, yes. Friends, no.”

Someone gave an amused snort and she heard a murmur of a joke that vampires didn’t have friends. Stacie’s gaze cut across all of them daring someone to say something else. Aubrey stroked a hand down her arm soothingly and squared her shoulders.

“They came for me, it’s good that they saw what has happened. The Lady of the coven will need to address this now that it was witnessed.” The blonde didn’t shrink away from the rise of voices, she stood quietly imposing until the noise died down again. Stacie felt her heart squeeze in her chest when Aubrey let the demon in her fade and faced the pack as vulnerable and real as she could be, showing them the same soft compassion she had shown Wade moments earlier. “They already know that good men can be made into revenants, now they know that good wolves can rise too. I would not have wished this end for Wade…”

A low and deep growl carried on the wind and Redd lunged forward in attack. She should have expected it from him but had stupidly believed that for right now petty squabbles were put aside. Stacie turned with a shift already racing to the surface when Aubrey swung a pale fist in a blinding upper cut that lifted the huge wolf off all four feet with the impact.

Redd hit the ground and rolled a few times. He raised his head and shook it, trying to get his legs under him to stand. Aubrey watched him warily, taking a few steps back closer to Stacie. Cynthia Rose nudged her with an elbow, clearing her throat and Stacie schooled her features, suddenly realizing that she must have been smiling with too much giddy anticipation. The wolf stayed where he was but the growl was a constant warning to Aubrey.

There was a near imperceptible shift in the pack and Stacie sniffed lightly at the air trying to figure out what it was. It was still tense, but the something was different. Aubrey seemed to notice it too, the fingers on her left hand twitched slightly the only outward sign of her insecurity. Angus uncrossed his arms from his chest and jerked his chin at her. His low voice was slow and deep as he spoke but everyone assembled could hear him just fine.

“Earlier you said you’d have to take Wade’s head. Why didn’t you?”

The blonde tipped her head to the side as she eyed him curiously. It was hard to understand what Aubrey was feeling, there were just too many things coming through the connection for Stacie to process.

“When I said that he hadn’t yet risen. After…his rising was traumatic enough.”

A few of the wolves looked at each other, communicating with shared glances rather than words. Angus took a step forward, it wasn’t an aggressive move, it was more like getting closer might help him somehow understand the enigma before him.

“And the end? You held on. Why would you do that?”

Stacie a step closer to her mate and reached out to take her hand. Aubrey glanced down at it and gave a small squeeze of acknowledgment. It didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the pack. The vampire raised one shoulder in a slight shrug. Stacie had known why she held on, she had known why the moment the decision was made and Aubrey had gripped Wade tighter.

“Because she didn’t want him to die alone.” Aubrey didn’t confirm it, but she didn’t have to. Angus nodded slowly as he took all that information in and processed it. “It doesn’t matter that other vampires were here. Let them see the truth for themselves. It only makes our position stronger when we meet with them.”

Redd barked and pawed at the ground to get her attention. He seemed to be stuck in his shift leaving him unable to speak. Something she was profoundly grateful for and maybe more than a little amused by. Stacie’s lip curled back when he took a few steps closer and stood brazenly before them. The wolf gave a determined huff and took another step forward but was stopped by Cynthia Rose’s solid figure blocking the way.

“Listen up. I get that some of you don’t trust us. You think that because she’s not a wolf she’s not strong enough or fast enough to be my mate. You might even think that all I need is another wolf strong enough to tame me. Maybe one strong enough to shift outside of the moon.”

All eyes went to Redd and she snorted at the idea. Stacie brought Aubrey’s hand to her lips and kissed it. Her mate gave her a brief smile and nodded.

“Maybe you’re right. We’ll find out on the blood moon. You all wanted a mating hunt, you’ve got one.”

She had never wanted it to get to this point. Stacie had valued her freedom and had hoped that maybe the pack would just accept her as she was, or just accept who she chose for a mate. But she could see now that it was never going to be that way. They needed the familiarity of ritual and the old ways to feel settled and sure because at the end of the day…Stacie was just as much of an outsider as Aubrey. She wasn’t from around there and she didn’t have a home or people to call her own. She had no roots. How could she expect them to think of her as anything but a stray when everything about her screamed lone wolf? So it had to be like this and she understood that. Accepted it even. But it was going to be on her terms from this point forward.

No one raised a question and several of them visibly relaxed in the face of her dominance. It was what they had been waiting for from her. Stacie looked over the pack and gave a solid nod, for once they were all on the same page. She gave the scorched snow a lingering look, giving herself a second to say goodbye to her friend. Stacie took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Aubrey would finish the hunt, they’d end the revenant threat, get justice for Wade and the pack damn well better fall in line.

“Let’s get out of here.”

She climbed into the back of the truck, holding out a hand for Aubrey to take. Cool fingers wrapped around her hers and she tugged. The vampire was practically weightless as she leapt into the bed and settled on the edge. Cynthia Rose clambered in next to them, shoulder to shoulder with Aubrey. The vampire blinked in surprise but gave a shallow dip of her head that CR returned. Bodies piled in around them, crowding the small space with more people than had come with them on the trip out. A sharp yip brought their attention to the back and Redd jumped in with a disgruntled growl at having to wedge into the corner.

Aubrey raised a brow, her voice amused and unconcerned. “Hope you learned more than one new trick, Rover. You’ll need more than that if you think you’re getting your girl back.”

God, she loved that woman.

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Case Study: Feynriel - Regarding Elf-blooded & Elven traits

While roaming within the streets of Kirkwall as Hawke & Co. encounter more shenanigans they didn't ask for. Or maybe they did. Something has, in particular, has piqued my interest.

Or perhaps should I say someone.

Feynriel - an elf-blooded apostate, who Hawke would later be informed by Keeper Marethari during [Night Terror] that he is a "Somniari," or "Dreamer," an exceptional skill that makes him able to enter and change the Fade at will, even killing people within it. A rare talent, if developed at all, that was thought was thought to have been extinct for two ages ( as far as Southern Thedas is concerned), since dreamers attract demons and most prove too frail of mind to survive a demonic possession.

What is quint about this young man wasn't the fact that he turns out to be a Dreamer; while his body physique is unmistakably human. If we take a closer at his facial features and compare to his parents, he much resembles his elven mother Arianni

than his human father Vincento

Such as the spacing between the eyes and its shape, and the tip of his ears appears to be a little sharper (although one might argue it is due to the angle of the picture)

Which is a rather peculiar phenomenon considering that elf-blooded (often refer to offspring sired by a human and elven parent) would appear physically human and are in fact considered purely human. The reason why we don’t usually encounter individuals that have elvhen traits unless they are full elven was that the elven genome has been described as "adaptive" and elven reproduction in this regard has "much more to do with magic" than science or simple breeding.

Even his wiki page has sited that the developers have more or less acknowledged his more elven features, although Weekes has dismissed it as a “mistake” in Feynriel’s model.

What I propose is the notion that it is more to do with the environment. Let me explain:

*[link]

Elves generally don’t mingle with other races much already due both cultural and practical reasons (as offsprings between human & elf is a [elf-blooded] human, general social discrimination and hostility).

Regarding Dwarves, they aren’t very fertile race to begin with due to the fact that darkspawn has taken over and tainted majority of the Deep Roads, not to mention the notion of mating with other races (humans & elves) was in fact so rare it is considered an oddity than a group of its own; In addition, Orzammar is very restrictive on who they allow into their territory, thus being contact with one, let alone forming an intimate relationship (or at all) is very rare. A “half-dwarf” would mainly be a result of a union between a surface dwarf and human.

As we learn throughout the lore, the very essence of elves are deeply connected to the Fade. In fact, it is heavily implied that elves were once spirits themselves but later take on flesh, mortal form.

And the existent of the Veil has muffled (not mute) that connection.

Typically, cities and settlements avoid locations where the Veil is thin for practical reasons such as spirit and demons unless the place is of political and/or religious significance. Not unlike the people in real life have superstitions and/or avoid such places that are said to be haunted or supernatural essence in general. Normal civilians usually stay away from regions and buildings that harbours the Circle of Magi as well. Even where were signs of any civilization in such place where Veil is thin are usually of the wilder folks such as the Avvars and the Chasind in which they are lived in the region for generations and more intimate information we know about them are often the tip of the iceberg. Majority of Dalish clans generally refrain from human contacts.

Now, Kirkwall is where things get interesting.

You see, while most people might have just assumed that it is only the Gallows where weird [magic] shit happens (“expected” in most Circles ).

If one did take the time to search, gather and read all 12 parts of [Codex entry: The Enigma of Kirkwall], one would realize the “City of Chains” and it’s surrounding region (including Sundermount) is one special place of fuck-up.

Literally

The investigation notes conducted by “The Band of Three” has revealed that the underbelly of Kirkwall aka Dark Town is not simply sprawling mess of a labyrinth. The layout plan of the city shows there were patterns in the intersections, back alleys, and boulevards. Some magisters believed in the power of symbols or shapes. In the oldest parts of the city, one can make out the outlines of glyphs in the very streets.

Later notes shows, the records of slaves entering Kirkwall, the numbers did not add up. "For every thousand slaves that came to Kirkwall, a hundred disappeared", that's one out of ten slaves. A disproportionately high number and quite alarming.

"The mages of Kirkwall have a more troubled history than those in other Circles. A greater percentage of them do not survive the Harrowing, and a greater percentage turn to blood magic—almost double that of Starkhaven or Ostwick." (Why the Chantry decided it was actually a good idea to set up a Circle here in the first place boggles the mind. But that’s topic is for another time)

"It is well known that the Veil is thin in Kirkwall, small wonder given the suffering in the city. But we've discovered the magisters were deliberately thinning it even further.” Basically, with the information above, we can come to the conclusion that those ‘missing’ slaves were being sacrificed to whatever blood magic ritual the Ancient Magisters were preparing.

(This is some level of *FMA horror right there; City state-scaled instead of the whole nation. Not that it was any better)

Whether the citizens & inhabitants acknowledge or unaware of the haunting history that their resident used to be the heart of the slave trade in the height of the Ancient Tevinter Imperium, we do not know. Perhaps they choose to be ignorant of such history for better sleep at night.

You might be wondering why I brought up all these grim past and what is it has anything to do with being elf-blooded and elven traits.

The point is, Kirkwall is a rare case that contains all the ‘required’ elements - a city with a fair amount of residents - including an Elven Alienage. But also where the Veil is extremely thin, dangerously so. However, it also means the connection to the Fade is stronger as well - strong enough for the ‘recessive’ -like (word loosely used) gene of the elven blood to surface and affect one’s appearance.

Therefore the word “adaptive” is being used because it is affected by the level of connection to the Fade in the region.

Conclusion: I have come up with 2 theories + 1 potential variable.

Theory I.) “Inborn” - The elven-gene is affected by where the child was conceived and where was the mother during her time of pregnancy. The energy from the Fade is absorbed by the child and nurtured at its most vulnerable stage - the fetus, in the purest form.

Theory II.) “Postnatal” - where the mother was during her pregnancy might be irrelevant. What is more important was the environment the child themselves was in. Just as the local diet and culture practice would affect the physique of a person, so does the energy of the Fade would influence the essence of the said elf-blooded individual, nurturing them as they grow up.

Variable) The parents of the child - the elf-blooded child who has an elven mother has a slightly higher chance of having their [physical] elven traits surface than compare to elf-blooded child who has mother of other races (Humans, Dwarves, Qunari(?)) due to the fact that the child is [usually] more closely connected (emotional & physically nurtured) by the mother as the result of the pregnancy.

Let me know what do you think?

Drop us an ask or discuss away in the notes and/or reblog!

Thank you for reading.

- Curator Justine ✹

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*FMA - Full Metal Alchemist [Brotherhood];

#dragon age #dragon age meta #dragon age theory #dragon age theories #dragon age elves #elf-blooded #elven traits #the fade #Feynriel #elves #kirkwall #fan theory #original post #long post

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Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Relationship: Reaper | Gabriel Reyes/Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison Characters: Reaper | Gabriel ReyesSoldier: 76 | Jack Morrison Additional Tags: Tentacles, Rough Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Blood and Injury, Excessive Cum, Demon Sex, Demon Summoning Language: English

Jack Morrison was known to the world as a man of meticulous research. Meticulous meaning a great attention to detail, for example, in his younger years at the very peak of Overwatch, Jack Morrison had been so meticulous about a freshly shaven face he would wake an hour earlier than needed to inspect and shave himself.

Time had not diminished such an principal piece of himself as it often did when one aged.

Never would he willingly enter a situation without planning accordingly; whether it was the mundane activity of creating a list of groceries, with a written note to coupons and restocked shops, or the more exhilarating and controversy research towards the rituals of demon summoning. He had memorized the standard set of several demons and their sigils of summoning, spent hours with a pinched brow, eyes straining from the hours spent staring at the taboo documents, waiting for God, if he truly existed, to strike him down for his treachery.

Jacks toes curl against the hardwood floor, skin prickling at the cold. He was shirtless, chest cold along the circle lines of red, wet paint smeared along his body; delicate, scarred fingers mimicked the pattern of the demons sigil onto his chest, his breath caught in his throat during the act. He wondered vaguely how it would feel for the demon to be summoned to stand before a shirtless, shivering, aging man.

Jack supposed he wouldn’t feel anything. Whatever demon he summoned may feel disgust or annoyance at the mortal with a want that was considerably more cliche than a kiss in summers fine rain.

The anticipation would kill him. Jack had never felt more frightened as thick, clumsy fingers struck a match to light the ritual candles he’d made himself; they were of a deep crimson wax, smelt of cinnamon, and had a thick black wick. The candle itself was not important to the ritual, a fact that Jack did not come across during his meticulous demonic research. In his research, Jack believed the candle had to represent the malevolent spirit he wished to summon: pink for lust, blue for sorrow, yellow for human nature, and red for the everlasting.

The anticipation, as the seconds of an old clock ticked down louder than the blood rushing through his ears, was a killer. Jack felt more fright when it came to lighting the ritual candles, a deep crimson wax with a black wick, than when he’d once stared down the barrel of a shotgun. Fingers strike the match, and for once, Jack Morrison acted without thought to consequence.

“Know I call to you … “ Swallowing thickly, the man knelt, fingers smoothed alongside the burning candle, wax coated his fingers unnaturally quick, and the markings on his chest began to bleed. In the moment he did not know the true extent of summoning, only knowing the vaguest want could derail him. “Think of me, think of me. So mote it be.” How silly he felt. So mote it be, as if he were a fictitious character in a low-budget indie film, whose writers had long since given up the research in demonic summoning, choosing instead to copy verbatim the spells written by a modern days witch, attempting to summon a demon.

The ringing in his ears a distracting white noise, silence was a buzzing white noise as striking blue eyes track the flame of a ritual candle; the red wax pooling from the burning wick, his legs swayed side to side as the flame of the candle, and he fell to his knees in dubious defeat. Dedicated research, his years spent searching for the key of immortality, waisted and lost in his failure. He would not summon a demon, a creature of pure religious superstition, and Jack Morrison had never felt foolishness this way; unable to breath, eyes clenched shut until furrowed brows and the corners of his eyes burned with salty tears. He was pathetic, time would take him, and the world would know him as a failure throughout life: the soldier program, Strike Commander of Overwatch, Soldier 76, and an witless man seeking immortality.

Through his tears, his body shook with his regrets, and only a cool touch to his cheek, where claws curled against the side of Jacks cheek to raise his gaze, forced eyes open wide and frightful. Breath catching in his throat, his bottom lip quivered, and Jack did not recoil from the oddity he saw in fear the claws like pins in his face would rip and disfigure him.

“What are you,” he spoke barely above a whisper, looking to the mass before him. He could not get a good look at the creature, it’s body seemed to change shape the second he managed to focus on the last form it took; at one moment the creature was a normal man, standing tall and prideful above him, and the next he was a beast with a thousand teeth and millions of eyes blinking, their irises spinning clockwise. He had summoned an enigma in a greedful haze, and the fear that settled in his gut was a solid ball of ice refusing to melt, prolonged by the entity.

“You summoned me.” The creature’s voice was a rasp of words, as if its vocal cords were buried beneath gravel. “... For what reason have you brought The Reaper back.” The mass formed a face, detached from a body, shifting like smoke, and Jack was only able to focus on his face; well-structured jawline with facial hair that looked softer than anything he’d ever touched before, and unlike the mass of eyes ever shifting and bright red behind him, the two on the human face were beautiful.

Jack Morrison had never felt love like this. His heart had never sung loudly. Soul-mates were a cliche, but the man felt he had been made to serve this entity; to love and hold him, and kiss what figure held its form long enough.

“Immortality.” Jack cleared his throat. Years of research, planning, dedication to an archaic craft would not be forgotten in lieu of coquettish grins to a lovecraftian beauty.

“Foolish.” The Reaper snarled, claws travel across Jacks face featherlight, hooking the corner of his mouth and parting his lips with his index and middle finger. The entity seemed to be in thought, a low and rumbling growl leaving the mass of life signifying his thought. “You will do. Stay on your knees, mortal.”

“Why?” he asked, but The Reaper offered no answer. Jack sat on his knees in awe as the mass formed into a man, and his eyes were not tricked or deceived by a captivating, ever shifting figure any longer. The face he had admired became hidden away, tucked behind a mask of sharpened bone and dark shadows, a low and soft whine left Jack, his mouth held open no longer by claws, but two tentacles that squirmed against the back of his throat.

He gagged and The Reaper chuckled, Jacks stomach clenched and his toes curled. He doesn’t remember getting naked, but then again, he hadn’t remembered The Reaper entering the room. It had happened, and he wasn’t opposed to it just … happening.

A hand slipped down his chest and fingers curled around the base of his cock, playing a very dangerous game with the demon that had demanded him stilled and ragdolled; with Jacks jaw stretched wide by very thin smoke tendrils blacker than tar. Jack prayed that his immortality would taste just as sweet as the cock fucking his mouth and be as pleasurable too. Breathing heavily through his nose, he managed two quick pumps on his aching cock before the demon rammed suddenly into his mouth, burying his nose against a thick patch of curled public hair. Jack gagged on his thick dick, choking. The Reaper paid him no mind, it seemed he didn’t care if the immortal suffocated on his cock, if anything the idea of blue lips and watching life leave the white man’s eyes turned him on, his body shuddering.

“Be ... still.” Snarled the demon whose fingers curled into Jacks white hair, claws scraping harshly against his scalp. Thrusting his hips roughly, the black tentacles widened the immortals mouth to the point the corners of which threatened to unwravel like the seams of a fine silk dress; saliva dribbled thickly onto the demons pubes, and tears sprung from the corners of blue eyes half-lidded. The tips of smog tentacles curled around the demons shaft, jacking The Reaper off within the soft and warm confines of Jacks mouth, and Jack had never felt as used and full before; this was better than sucking cock, to be treated like a glorified fleshlight was a fantasy he had not thought of even in his younger years, and to feel the twist of tentacles in his mouth stroking off a cock, their tips sliding across the slit of its head, drove Jack wild.

He wondered how much semen The Reaper would fill him with. If he would pump him until his stomach bulge, tongue shriveled from the amount of cum he’d happily swallow.

Aroused by the pain, Jack groaned, the heavy weight of cock on his tongue and the weightless sensation of tentacles was becoming an oasis of pleasure to a man who found himself in a dry spell of sex, where three quick pumps of his cock once had him flaccid with thick ropes of semen between his fingers would now have him achingly hard, disobedient and wanton.

Thrusting into his hand, his hips rocked slowly to make the pleasure of friction from calloused palms last, soft blues flickered up to stare at his counters thousand-eyed crimson glare. The Reaper’s claws curled even tighter into the mortals aged hair and pulled back his head harshly, freeing his cock from the confines of his velvet mouth with a soft pop, and a thick trail of saliva connecting the head of his cock to Jacks bottom lip.

With a snarl too low and inhuman to be attractive, although Jack found his balls tingling and hips thrusting weakly from the noise that sent frightful shivers along his spine, Reaper pulled Jack up from his knees to a full stand. Claws came to rest on either side of his boney hip, seemingly thousands of red, distorted eyes studied Jacks demeanor; the immortals cheeks were flushed a bright scarlet red, his breathing heavy, chest falling and rising rapidly from arousal, and his cock stood aching and hard with white beads of precum leaking from the tip. Jack curled his fingers tightly around the base of his cock, moaning softly, his bottom lip quivered. “-- Reaper.”

Tentacles whipped the air, the demon clearly agitated that the man found any pleasure in being treated like the fuck toy he intended him to be. Immortality would come at the price of a demon, he had warned the mortals that sought his powers before, often it was their souls to be the price, claimed by The Reaper to be used; The Reaper had been alone for eons, and he would claim Jacks body over soul, he would rather fuck him whenever and however he wanted, with cock and tentacles alike, than claim his spirit.

“The couch … bend over that armrest. Now.” The Reaper demanded of him, releasing the painful grip he held on Jacks hair. Cool trickles of moisture dripped along his neck and it took Jack a moment to realize The Reaper’s claws had pricked his scalp, causing him to bleed, leaving stands of white hair to fall to the floor and his shoulders.

In a trance Jack moved to the back of the room, bare feet dragged unhurried against the ground as he made his way to the couch. Before his attempt at summoning a demon, Jack had pushed the piece of furniture against the wall, having wanted more room for the summoning. Now bent over with his forearms resting against the armrest, Jack blinked lazily, the slightest smirk pulled on his lips as he shook his ass to tantalize the other. “I’m--” Breathlessly he moaned, teeth catching his bottom lip and biting hard, thrusting forward to rut against the couch. Legs quivered at the friction, his hole clenched in anticipation. “-- I’m ready. Take me.”

With another snarl and lashing tentacles, the air crackling with annoyance, The Reaper stepped forward, his hand curled around the base of his cock and he slapped his dick between Jacks spread cheeks. “Shut up, Morrison.” The two tentacles that spread his cheeks writhed in fervor of the warm flesh of Jacks flushed skin, cupping either of his perfect cheeks to spread him even more, showing how deliciously his hole quivered under a lustful gaze.

The Reaper licked his lips, his tongue was long and smog like, and his eyes focused on the mans tight, quivering, wanting hole. Jack mewled pathetically, arching his back as the two tentacles massaging him spread his ass further apart mimicking the feel of hands while a third coming to prod curiously at his tight hole; the third tentacle was wet and cold, clearly meant to prepare him for a cock that changed thickness and length at The Reaper’s will, seemingly a very rare kindness from the other that saw him as nothing more than a fuck toy and who became annoyed at Jack touching himself.

Jack didn’t believe The Reaper saw him as a toy, he had to find him interesting. There had to be something that made him decide he was worth what trouble came with immortality.

Without much warning above a few testing, lazy prods, the tentacle slipped completely inside of him. Jack bit his lip harder, his mouth going agape as a moan ripped from his throat; the slick squelching sound of the tentacle slipping in and out of his ass filled the room, the sensation would remain cold, wet, and slick, even as Jack began rocking back in an attempt create friction. He was torn between humping the couch and begging for a second or even third tentacle to fuck him senseless.

“Reaper! Reaper, please,” Jack croaked, voice raw from moaning and throat sore from being mouth fucked. “Please.”

Quickly the tentacle was removed and slick leaked freely and plentiful down his thighs. Whatever The Reaper used as lubricant he used so excessively, and Jack mewled at the loss of stretch.

Then a hand slapped his left cheek harsh, causing him to yelp, claws pricking the soft flesh of his rump, and then The Reaper slammed his cock into his prepared hole with a grunt. Jack groaned, hissed, moaned and arched his back, “Ye -- yes.” Breath coming quickly, he hardly noticed the tentacles that wrapped around his biceps and thighs or the tentacles that slithered along his shaft, curling and cupping his balls, to furious jerk him off.

The Reaper groaned, claws digging carelessly into the mortals back, drawing blood as he fucked Jack senseless. Deep, fast, and rough, the pace was just as relentless as it was inhuman. Too fast for Jack to find a perfect rhythm to grind back, tears streamed freely down Jacks flushed cheeks, in more pain than pleasure, but still he cried out desperately for more. As he fucked him, thousands of red eyes examined his body, littered in scars and age, The Reaper had little care for confidence in appearance; as sweat gave Jack a sheen, he noticed a fine sprinkling of freckles along his shoulders, and through the mass of wiggling tentacles massaging his spread cheeks, he noticed a thin pink scar that ended just across his right buttcheek.

Curious, The Reaper cocked his head to the side, eyes squinting. Jack Morrison’s bodily imperfections were cute.

“More! More!” Jack cried out, sobbing pitifully as The Reaper claimed his hole, thick ropes of cum shooting from his cock, coating the couch and more. “Please … more, fill me and fuck me. I’m yours, Reaper...” Jack fell flat against the armrest, his toes curling against the cold floor beneath them, becoming a little less than a fuck doll as his cum coated his abdomen and dripped down his balls. The tentacles refused to stop jerking him off, going faster now, squeezing his balls tightly, trying to milk him for all he was worth.

The Reaper complied to the request of more, gripping tightly to Jacks shoulders as he fucked him ruthlessly, claws raking down his back, following old scars and threatening to reopen them. Blood bloomed where his hands had been, thin lines of red, and the sound of balls slapping against bare ass and Jacks pitiful, weak whimpering broke the demon. “Mine.” He snarled, “All mine!” The Reapers hips flushed to his ass, he came with an loud and inhuman growl, bending to bite viciously into the shoulder of the man. Teeth ripped at tender flesh, ever eager to mark the mortal-now-immortal and steal the delicious taste of human blood that bloomed on the tip of his tongue. Sweeter than cotton candy.

The Reaper bit even harder.

He filled Jack until his stomach began to expand from his spunk, cum dripped from his asshole, coating The Reapers pubic hair just as it slid along Jacks thighs. “You are mine! A toy to be fucked and you are nothing without me.” He snarled between the chunk of shoulder he refused to release from sharpened teeth, giving several rough thrusts into Jack as he rode out his own orgasm, the slick squelch of semen having filled the man, now leaking freely from his abused hole had the demon debate on a second round.

He wasn’t known for comply completely with sexual wants, taking what he had wanted when it was given, and The Reaper vanished with another slap to the ass of the immortal motionless, bleeding from head to back, and whimpering pathetically against the couch.

The old man, exhausted and soaked with sweat and blood, panted heavily against the couch. Spreading himself, Jack Morrison closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of semen slowly dripping from his abused hole, and the cool prick of blood along his backside. With each uncomfortable stream, he whimpered, forcing a body exhausted and used to push itself over the armrest and collapse stomach first onto the couch.

The semen in his stomach shifted, even when he had subjected himself to mindless nights of sex, where his goal was not in the pleasure of two people, but rather to be completely and utterly filled and forgotten, no feeling of being full had been so persistent as this.

Jack could feel his cock twitching at the sensation, though he found he had little energy to slip a hand between himself and the couch. For now he would sleep, cheek pressed against the surface of a seat cushion too uncomfortable to be used while naked, enamored with the demon that had claimed that he would be nothing, but had treated him with a sexual kindness Jack Morrison had not granted himself in years.

#Overwatch #overwatch fanfic #r76 #reaper76 #Jack Morrison #gabriel reyes #feel free 2 reblog

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He smiled and brushed his lips against my cheek. “You want to see it?”

“Yes,” I told him. “I certainly do.”

Chapter 3 summary: Eugenie sits alone at a bar and just people watches. A guy comes over and sits on the empty stool next to hers. For a while, they sit in silence until he makes a remark about her perfume. This leads to a bizarre conversation about “human mating rituals”, and how much of it seems to be coded with enigma. (As I said earlier, Eugenie apparently just needs to date better people, because shit like that is not fucking normal.)

As their conversation continues, Eugenie describes her tattoos to him, and a disturbing lack of knowledge about the Greek deities that she's got tattooed over her body. The guy, introduced as Kiyo, asks her to dance, and she goes. She feels weird about the entire thing, because she normally doesn't move this fast with guys. On the dance floor, they're practically dry-humping for everybody to see. He finally explains where he's staying while in the valley, and invites her to come see his room.

#Dark Swan #Storm Born #chapter 03 #Eugenie Markham

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mrmotlatsimotseki · 4 years

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Pierced

My iris danced to the melancholic melodies.

Wavering inner self to move accordingly.

A retina attached to an absolute warmth, twist an irony.

I would commit a felony.

Should I not twirl to the rhythm of her words, a masked assassin troubles all her logarithms.

Clothed herself with an ebony blouse, blazing a trumpet of note.

She's vocally advanced for her poetry serves a plateau of decibels cleansing wounded chords.

Worn(warn) to keep me alert of any distractions,

For irritation might isolate what her intended gestures conveys.

Here I should obey.

She covered her curvaceous hips with a ruby trouser.

Recited thruds lucrative to warm me.

Although this memory is in transit,

This night I shall never forget.

Albeit my transmitted thoughts takes a walk to transport an enigma to the furthest vacation.

This I remember crystally, clears to strum my behavior.

There she stood, my beloved.

Sharing pieces of herself to the masses, warranting tricks to intercept pictures.

Transcending purpose to shuffle existence with ace of spades.

Robbing cards on the rock bottom as to why she's the Queen of Hearts, a diamond in the rough.

And I, the King of the Castle.

There she stood.

A slight melanated skin tone of fresh breeze lighting my apparel in darkness, I'm mesmerized.

I was star-struck!

The world became jealous, bitter sweet distant

To the realization of her poised inherent features.

Which spoke volume in regards of her mute voice.

Silencing echoes enchanted between the two of us.

Lowering vibration disturbing communication permissible to us.

Exalting noise to halt and deafens (in defense) what universe conspires.

How platonic charisma sways an evolution.

Tectomic I tremored,

Lenses shape-shifted my views.

Plundered plate that trembled across the sound of her reserved nature.

Pupils were lashed in exchange to see the beauty, whispering: "love at first sight".

Could this be a false dichotomy?

For astronomical star signs(science) favors compatibility.

Also, we share a lot in common, this could be true.

Am I lynching this verse prone to an illusion?

My nerves wore(war) a wrecked concept of a soul mate.

Accidentally uttered to peek(peak) a stance collision of a wrestled discourse.

Breaking the heels(hills) she had on, couldn't stand strong to balance the firmament.

I shivered once to lay words that would house our scattered spirits.

Scared to throw an opportunity that has a thriving potential to build a relationship.

The initial plan was not to sweat, but with every drop of it, it manufactured an idea.

That one wished its proposal to manifest and live.

A hope labored positively, it became fruition.

We became friends.

Prosperity in this relationship was unlimited, one of a distinguished kind.

Would occasionally poke on why she's the anointed one for this wordsmith, a Living Legend at your service, Her Majesty, my prophetic poetess.

Used to write on her timeline to globalize it within her immediate reach.

"Ncaww" she would comment.

Followed by a good laugher and amusing conversations over an hour call.

Dissecting life in it's measures, this resembled compatibility.

Sending signals revealing to the gods that the message is clear, to me.

To me,

In my jovial head I would pose companionship that she summon this ordain.

This is the journey we both should embark.

To my amusement, I was exceptionally wrong!

Engaged in an undesirable act of ignorance and stupidity.

Ringing(ring in) misery over destitute.

This coincidence befall hard, for it was never meant to be.

Puny conscious of what had been performed.

Subconscious of the ritual repercussions to follow.

This marriage led our egos bruised.

Couldn't sustain everlasting vows to miscarry promises.

I had lost a remarkable friend.

'A slight melanated skin' that once shunned on me, had me command to my scarred demons in hollowed shame.

This is vast;

open to recover from this dread occurence.

Whenever our days(daze) fades, I'm taken aback.

On how I tore(tour) a veil that would secure our promising future.

A soul that trusted my judgement and opinion with her secrets.

How I lament and torment a peasant I couldn't mend.

When her fierce persona ascends the repertoire, I'm livid.

Whenever she bears(bares) her soul with her writtens(riddance),

I urge(edge) to emulate herself in emancipation.

For this is completely beyond imagination.

I scalp the origins and trace where her inspiration comes from.

For I am a stale nomad in her mind, I somehow live there.

An obscure uninvited guest operating in enclosed rooms.

A hopeful temporary resident that'll soon vacate, for my rent is almost due.

I have a home sheltered somewhere in a place called "safe to hide".

I've put her through an ordeal.

I transverse far ahead and above the decoded lines laid in metaphors (matter force).

A parable solace scripted, noted in a stacked parallel in hidden messages.

A simile of a noble kind, that's able to collapse and analyse sentences nicely put in poems.

Hovering overhead punchlines when are overwhelmed by regular personnel

Whom aren't able to grasp in hindsight.

I have built a mansion not worthy of praise, for I stole a precious serene in her life.

This eternally breaks me, the apartment and complex I've orchestrated, thank God it has shut.

I refuse to be of this inheritance, transact dilemma, for this service couldn't be convenient.

These are hoarding ghosts in attendance.

Eventually and righteously, we've sort our differences.

Took eons to rescuscitate and busy working to develop this newly formed relationship.

A heartfelt apology is earned, it allows yourself to let go of filth.

This is the portion of faith we both should have an access to.

Exponentially grateful to have been granted a chance to work on myself.

So when I stand on this podium before you.

Highlight the fact that growth is inevitable.

We're raptured profusely inside.

So when swallowing tears after being praised of my lyricism I'm cheered for,

Just know that I still remain (w)hole.

When you snap over my lines, my soul snatch in disguist.

Pun intended!

I hide a synchronized pain well, burying myself in these transcripts.

So when the audience reacts to my majestic craft I devote for, luring on me exquisitely.

I adhere to the tragedy that this artform is not for me.

I'm a custody bringing the gap for your consumption.

My art translates the paused language within yourselves.

Help you undress secrets in caves best rested eternally.

For this world is vile and judgmental.

My words cloth a decimate pain they won't attempt to.

My art purifies you, align and alude comfort.

Unbeknownst;

I befriend insomnia to keep me intact, for my insanity is unjust to deal with a haunting past

Within my present dead-self; before laying to rest,

when the end is near and nothing has left;

To (w)rap it up;

My last gift to you is:

I'll ghostwrite (right).

These are pieces of me, I am pierced.

To be continued.....

Motlatsi Motseki

Living Legend

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