#what an assist by mana

[greywindsports]

Hurtig goal- ARS  vs ZUR- October 27, 2022

#lina hurtig #what an assist by mana #mana iwabuchi #arsenal wfc #good end to the half

[faerunnn]

Loss

(Gif found Here! )

I really am an angsty bitch and im so sorry for this.

Warnings: DEATH.

Astarion x FemReader

Wordcount: 2382

This was it. Probably the most important fight in Astarions life. You had been mentally preparing for this moment for weeks now. But nothing could truly prepare you for what you were about to face. A vampire lord, spawn, werewolves. This was not going to be easy, but you had to win. You have to kill him. For Astarion. He deserved to be free, truly free. At last.

You hid behind a big pillar in the vampire lord's lair, while you saw Shadowheart and Karlach team up on him. If you were agile enough you’d be able to sneak past the last couple of bats to free Astarion from the spell's grasp. You saw Shadowheart send out a bright blast of Guiding bolt and you decided to make a run for it. Daggers at hand, you slashed through the cloud of bats that stood in between you and Astarion. Their claws and teeth scratching your skin as they clung on your armor. You had to act quick, they couldn't distract him forever. You managed after a little struggle to kill them all as you continued to run. You reached Astarion, floating in the air, an aura of red, demonic energy surrounding him. You quickly reached for his hands, pulling him down slowly. He fell into you as he woke from the trance of the curse.

‘’Thank you.’’ he whispered as he gave you a quick look of sincere worry. He knew he couldn't linger on. There was too much at stake. You gave him a small smile as you both got up and turned your attention back to Cazador. Karlach was slashing her way through the werewolves whilst Shadowheart was battling bats and skeletons coming at her from every possible angle. From the corner of your eye you saw Astarion run towards a moving shadow, Cazador. You wanted to follow him but Shadowheart was visibly struggling to stay alive while being picked at. You run to her side and with your dagger ready you slit your way through one row or bats, creating a little more room to move and breathe. But it didn't end there. This was truly only the beginning. More bats being summoned every now and then, it seemed as if the waves were never going to end. 

You and shadowheart barely managed, but with the noticeable scratches, cuts and bruises you managed off most bats and skeletons. You ran toward Karlach who was raging like she never had before. Dead werewolves at her feet. Shadowheart went to assist with Cazador. You turned your head for one second but heard a blood curdling scream come from Karlach who was inevitably bitten by a wolf. Her body knocked unconscious instantly. The wolf put his gaze on you as he ran your way. You threw one of your daggers at its head and tried to out maneuver the beast. Which was a much more difficult task than you had anticipated for a creature its size. You saw your blade land on its shoulder as the beast fell forward. You fired an eldritch blast at it and saw its eyes roll back into his head. Karlach had already done most of the damage it seems. You quickly went to retreat your blade and leaped toward Cazador.

You flanked in between astarion and Shadowheart but with his form constantly fading into shadows and moving around the room he made it very difficult to actually hit him. Sweat ran from your forehead into your brows and slowly passed your temples onto your cheeks as you tried to figure out what the best tactic would be to hit this monster. He obviously was sensitive to light spells, any spell that dealt radiant damage. But unfortunately for you, you didn't have any. No scrolls, to spells, nothing. The only one was Shadowheart, and you could see she was also slowly starting to lose her balance. You were starting to really panic now, sure you could keep slashing and beating into him when he wasn't in his ghostly form, but that would take a very long time. Time you didn't have. He was going to beat you all to pulp and use you in his ritual, if you didnt come up with a quick solution. Shadowheart managed to land a great hit with her guiding bolt and you saw Cazador stumble back for a moment. He was slowly getting weaker. But he immediately threw a counter spell to Shadowheart, putting her unconscious on the floor. You screamed her name as you heard her slowly groan. She was not going to be able to get up. Her and Karlach needed healing. But you were not able to provide it to them. Not right now. 

You turned your head back and grit your teeth as a new found anger started brewing inside you. But then Cazador stopped attacking. Stopped defending. He just stood there. You were about to try again to blast him off the edge of the platform when he suddenly spoke up, only looking at Astarion. 

‘’So, this is how you treat your family?’’ he said, his tone calm but so deeply unsettling at the same time. You didn't dare to intervene. You looked at Astartion, blood covering his body, small cuts and bruises, similar to your own covering his torso and face. 

‘’You are no family. Fuck you. And fuck everything you’ve ever done to me.’’ Astarion said. His anger is visible in every fiber of his being. 

‘’You dare to stand here before me? After abandoning us all? You should be begging for our forgiveness.’’ Cazador spoke, venom on his tongue.

‘’Forgiveness? You never forgave me for anything. Every mistake, every slip was punished.’’ Astarion said.

‘’I strive for perfection in all things, even those as imperfect as you.’’ Cazador spoke. You thought you were going to explode with rage. But you kept your mouth shut, this was not about you. This was not your fight, not really. But then Cazador turned to you. Bright red eyes fixated on your frame. ‘’You even brought along a snack. You always knew to bring back the pretty ones.’’ 

Your eyes widened, your body suddenly unable to move a muscle. But yet you stood up straight and walked over to Cazador. You were not in control anymore, he was doing this. Making your body bent to his will. You whimpered as you tried to fight it, urged your muscles to take back control but to no avail. Soon enough you stood right in front of him. 

‘’Don't you dare lay even a single finger on her!’’ Astarion shouted. 

‘’Oh?’’ Cazador spoke. He never broke eye contact with you. ‘’This is a special one? I always knew you to be gullible, but this? This really surprises me. You didn't believe anyone could actually care about you, did you? To see anything but a monster when looking at your face? You continue to disappoint me, even after everything I have done for you.’’ 

Astarion was unable to speak, Cazador got into his head. At the moment he felt most vulnerable, while he was playing with someone who was so valuable to him. He started doubting himself. What if what he said was true? For 200 years no one had ever really cared about him. Why would you? After all this time? Why would you care about him now? What made you see him differently than everyone else had? There was no logical answer to the questions. But he could feel your love. He could see it in your eyes. He could feel it in your touch. Yes you had both at one point briefly discussed it. But it was all so new, such unexplored territory. He did seduce you into a tactical alliance, who's to say you didn't do the same to him? Was it all a lie? For protection? For enjoyment, pure entertainment? Tears started piling up in the corners of his eyes. It can't be true. You wouldn't do that to him, right? Right? 

‘’Silly boy, of course she was only playing with your cold, dead heart.’’ Cazador spoke. Venom lingering in his tone as he pulled out a dagger. Your eyes grew wide, panic rushing all over your body. Still trying so hard to fight his control, his power. But you were unable. You wanted to scream at Astarion how much you cared for him. How much you loved him. You had never spoken it aloud, scared he might not feel the same way. But you didn't care anymore. You wanted to hold the boy in your arms for eternity, if he let you. Tell him how much he meant to you, how much you loved him every day for the rest of your lives. He was everything. You wanted to tell him about the lives you were going to live after this was all over, about how no matter his condition, you would follow. Stay by his side no matter what. That one day, you’d be both sitting in bed, reading books. Talking about sweet nothings, spending an eternity indulging in each other in every way he would allow you to. 

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you saw Astarions defeated, slouching frame try to gather himself to finish Cazador off for good. But he was distracted, Cazador got into his head. As you saw him look up once again whilst you tried to tell him the three magical words, hoping it would suffice for now. That he would believe you. That he would realize Cazador was lying. But it was too late, as you suddenly felt a cold, piercing presence in your torso. Breath caught in your throat. You gasped for air quickly as Cazadors' hold on your body faltered. You dropped to the floor. The dagger sheathed steadily in your chest. You panicked as you tried to pull it out, causing your blood to splurge all over the floor and the rest of your body. 

‘’NO!’’ Astarion shouted, all doubt suddenly leaving his mind, as he saw your frame fall to the floor, covered in now your own blood. He felt rage. Unlike any he ever felt, he turned to Cazador as he was admiring his work on your body, he ran a stake through his chest, not even wanting to torture him any longer he turned his body around, as he saw the life slip from his old masters eyes. He grabbed his body and threw it off the platform. It dropped hundreds of feet down into the darkness, where he would forever remain. Astarion would make sure of that.

He quickly turned his attention back to you. Rushing over to your side. Hoping that for some sort of miracle you would be okay. That you were able to block it or used some form of magic. That you would tell him everything was going to be okay. That you would be okay. He cradled your frame into his arms to check how bad it was. How much damage the knife had done.

But it was too late. The light in your eyes was gone. As your body went limp and cold. Your eyes dull and lifeless rather than the immense brightness they carried every day. Your limbs are lifeless and cold rather than the comforting warmth that flowed through your veins. He was too late. There was nothing he could do. You were gone. 

He had served vengeance to his master, at the cost of your life. He was free, but felt a grief so deep, one he had never felt before. Of course he wanted freedom, but he did it for you too. So he could give you two a fair shot. A fair chance of freedom. A fair chance of love. A future together. It all slipped through his fingers like snow before the sun. He held your body close as tears flowed freely. His cries are loud and unstoppable. He lost you, forever. He didn't even notice the group of gurr come into the room. They quickly took in the scene and helped heal up Karlach and Shadowheart. They both quickly rushed to his side. Your body is still wrapped in his arms. 

He wasn't even able to tell you how much he loved you. He let Cazador in. He let him doubt you, your intentions with him. Of course you were sincere. There should never even have been a smidge of doubt. You had been honest with him from the beginning. Been by his side through all of this. Through bloodlust and pain and misery. You were patient, you cared. You trusted him when that was an objectively stupid thing to do. He felt safe with you. Seen. He had a future planned with you. You were everything. Yes, he was free. But the only way he wanted to spend that freedom was with you by his side. 

He didn't know how long he had been sitting there. But he didn't care. He was not going to let her go. Shadowheart took a look at her body, tears staining her cheeks, but it really was too late. She couldn’t heal her. There was no spell for revival anymore. There truly was nothing else they could do. All they could do was grief. Continue your legacy. Remember you in everything they ever did. Every tear of laugh shared. All for you. 

As time went on, long after defeating the Elder Brain and freeing Baldur's Gate, wounds started to heal within the party. Except for Astarion. He would visit your grave often. Telling you about the things he had done that day now that he was free. How annoying Gale still was. How Karlach and Shadowheart and Wyll had found new passions in life. How Jaheira and Minsc still were fighting crime together. How much he missed you, how sorry he still was. He would pluck or buy flowers and decorate your grave as often as he could. Sitting in the cold for hours. He didn't care. He promised he would never leave your side. 

As he stood up and tidied the beautiful flowers, he looked over at the grave next to yours. Brushing off the leaves from the tombstone, he read his own name. A promise is a promise.

#astarion x mc #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldurs gate astarion #astarion romance #bg3 angst #astarion angst #astarion baldurs gate #bg3 #bg3 oc #bg3 x reader #astarion bg3 #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav #tav x astarion #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x you #baldurs gate 3 #tav

[morallyinept]

THE GIFT - A Marcus Pike Christmas One Shot

Summary: Marcus buys you a naughty Christmas gift that you wear to his parents' Christmas lunch, and you both find it hard to stay composed at the dinner table.

Pairing: Husband!Marcus Pike x Wife!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It’s you, bub. Images just for aesthetic, no reference to Reader.)

Word Count: 5.1k

Scoville Smut Rating: 🌶️🌶️🌶️ "You tell me I'm doing well, and then, you try to kill me."

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Warnings/triggers - Established relationship/unprotected PIV (wrap up, folks!)/fingering/oral both M & F receiving/use of sex toys/slight edging

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ. ☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned.

If this story isn't for you, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy your Christmas gift from Agent Pike... 😉

Tagging @secretelephanttattoo as Pike is her husband 🖤

12 DAYS OF XXX-MAS MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

Enjoy & Happy Holidays! 🎄🖤

She’s been more than accommodating with his indecisive dithering; showing him the full range, even the ones on sale, giving him recommendations. He’ll be sure to leave her a tip. 

“Would you like this gift wrapped, sir?” The assistant behind the counter asks him rather jauntily.

Her thick, fluttery eyelashes bat at him constantly, and he nods in response with a restrained, yet polite, smile fed back to her. 

Marcus fishes his wallet out of his back pocket, looking around the racy store carefully with darting brown eyes. He’s more aware of his surroundings than he’s been in a very long time.  

Watching over his broad shoulders and scoping out whether anyone would recognise him. Any of his colleagues from the FBI who happen to be in the mall Christmas shopping for their significant others too.

He’d skulked along the shelves of various intimidating dildos and vibrators with his leather jacket collar pulled up as far as humanly possible, as though he were incredibly bad at being undercover, despite years of experience behind him.

Although, that probably wasn’t the wisest idea; he imagined he looked more like some questionable miscreant with a penchant for phallic perversion, but he had little choice if he didn’t want to stand out.

He probably should have done this online, as he stood at the shelves looking incredibly out of his depth and sweating somewhat.

Marcus now hands the helpful assistant his credit card with two thick fingers, and she rings him up before handing him the bag containing the gift he’s purchased.

But the shop assistant got him talking - like they always do and you don’t realise you’re spilling intimate, sexy-time secrets about what freaky things you like to do in the bedroom, to a complete stranger as if you’re being subtly interrogated with some crafty questioning techniques - and then, she was handing him different contraptions and gadgets to press buttons on and watch whirl around and pump lewdly in his reddening face, until he found the perfect one. 

She even threw in a free cock ring and some lube. And he didn't really quite know what to say to that generosity, other than a muttered and sheepish thanks.

“Thanks for your help,” Marcus says as he leaves. 

“No problem. Have a Merry Christmas, sir.” She replies with a knowing wink before serving the person waiting patiently behind him.

Marcus keeps the gift covertly hidden in the house in the days leading up to Christmas, and when you aren’t looking, he sneaks it under the tree with the rest of the gifts, grinning like a madman who’s just discovered the Holy Grail of sexual weaponry.

Deapite the heat engulfing his face and neck, he’s excited about how you’ll react when you open it on Christmas morning, and admittedly so is his cock at the thought; it’s been hardening uncomfortably since he stepped in the adult store.

But he keeps himself composed and manages to slink out back to the car undetected. But not before another indulgent purchase from Victoria's Secret for you. The credit card has certainly been flexed.

On the morning of Christmas Day, Marcus rouses you awake in bed with warm, snuggly kisses. Soft and sleepy, his long limbs wrap your body up in a Pike web that you can’t, and don’t want, to untangle yourself from, as he slips his hard length inside you and gives you the first of many gifts today - a slow, intense love making session to start the day off with a bang.

Fucking you into the headboard as you both claw and grasp at one another as the chemistry between you ignites into a heat that suffocates you. You're kissing over his shoulders as he nips at your neck, buried deep inside of you and whimpering in your ear.

Your first Christmas morning together as a newly married couple, months after your memorable honeymoon in Antigua, and you still can’t get enough of one another.  

“Best present ever,” you pant into his hot mouth as he makes you see stars through a bed-head spinning orgasm that pulls you fully from your sleep and launches you face first into the sun.

"Just you wait..." He grins into your face.

After you’ve showered and gotten dressed ready for Christmas lunch that’s planned in the afternoon with Marcus’ parents - after struggling to keep your hands off one another in the process; he just looks so damn good with a towel wrapped low around his waist as he shaves - you walk into the lounge putting in your earrings.

You find Marcus on the floor reaching for the additional gift he’s purchased for you, from under the tree.

Marcus nods his head. “The dresser. In the ceramic bowl.” 

“Have you seen my bracelet?” You ask him as you fasten the earrings, your eyes scanning over the coffee table for it.

Another thoughtful and special gift from Marcus from early on in your relationship when you began dating. You rarely take it off, but when you do you’re always hunting for it.

You smile, remembering. “What would I do without you?” You swoon at him. 

“Crash and burn.” He stands up, holding the neatly wrapped gift out to you. “Here.”

“What’s this?” You ask him, stunned.

“It’s a Christmas present, d’uh.” Marcus smirks, rolling his richly cocoa eyes and chuckling.

“No, I mean this.” You say tugging gently at the hem of his sweater and smiling. The colour palette is reminiscent of the natural tones found in Nordic landscapes - cool blues, forest greens, and snowy whites. It has a slightly chunky knit to the wool, giving it a warm and substantial feel across your fingers, and he looks incredibly snug in it.

“It’s a Christmas sweater.” He says.

“Cute.” Smiling, you take the gift from him. “It even has reindeers.” 

“I like it.” He says, smoothing it down over his torso. “Apparently so did my mom.”

You snicker. “I thought we weren’t going to do gifts until we got to your parents?” You question.

You shake the box and raise your eyebrows at him curiously.

“I don’t think you’ll want to open this one in front of everyone.” Marcus remarks, tucking his hands inside his pants pockets, channelling an innocent, little boy aura about him.

His cheeks are already flushing pink under the crinkles of his eyes. 

“It’s not maracas.”

“Boo.” You mock pout.

“Open it.” Marcus gently instructs with a beaming smile.

You unpeel the gold wrapping paper with a matching curly bow, scrunching it up inside your hand, and a black velvet box is revealed to you. You pull the satin ribbon from around it and lift off the lid.

“Urm-” You start to smirk and then giggle, as you look up at him with wide, sparkly eyes.

His big brown peepers are glittery too; mischievous looking as he stares back at you.

“Well,” you say, astonished, as you pull out the contents; two shiny, egg-shaped balls attached together with nylon string. 

“Oh, you did, did you?” You’re failing to stifle your own devilish grin.

“I thought maybe you could wear them today.” Marcus says, stepping closer to you and running his hands up and down your arms.

A tingling sensation blooms when he does it, that starts at the nape of your neck and travels all the way down your spine to settle in your coccyx; your nipples wake up, stiffening inside your bra.

“Mhm.” His hands fall to your waist.

“How presumptuous.” Your eyes fall to his lips, shiny and pink when he licks over them.

“Very,” he nods, coming closer, “in fact I insist on it.” Marcus kisses your lips gently, but the kiss lingers and stirs up that wanton passion again as it flares through the slats in your rib cage and drips into your panties.

Moaning into his mouth, you wrap your hands around the back of his neck, dizzy by the intoxicating scent of his cologne; the velour box falling to the floor and the love eggs dangling precariously from your fingers.

He slips his tongue in and you groan, feeling how hard he is as he presses you against him, squeezing at your ass with some heated fervour.

“Put them in,” Marcus whispers in a heated gasp.

“Now?”

“Now,” he nods “let me.” He takes them from your hand; his long, thick fingers getting tangled in yours for a moment and stroking them fondly.

You smile, glancing at the platinum wedding band around his finger that matches yours, save for a tiny diamond, and wondering how you got so lucky to have this man keep surprising and tantalising you like this. 

His touch burns, heating the blood in your veins as it flows around your limbs; fanning the sparks between your thighs, and his fingers are soft and nimble around your own.

Marcus crouches down in front of you and pushes your skirt up and is presented with black, lacy panties that makes him salivate. Kissing slowly up your thighs, he runs his nose against your damp seam and inhales deep; the scent of you already beginning to turn him out.

You place your hands on his shoulders as he kisses you again, standing, and he walks you backwards to the sofa.

The tingles persist in flooding your spine, spreading into your core and making it throb and ache. You tussle gently with his tongue and the sound of his groans make you shudder and melt.

“Lean back, gorgeous.” Marcus pushes your shoulder gently until you’re laying back on your elbows.

You put your foot on his shoulder as he kneels down, his face level with your pussy. He plants gentle, delicate kisses inside your thighs again, eyeing you with those deep, rich browns as he smooches, trailing ghostly over your skin and eliciting streams of goosebumps.

His fingers pull the lace of your panties aside to reveal the wet flesh of your lips. He leans in and kisses you there; swiping his tongue up and down slowly, tasting that you’re exceedingly wet for him already.

“Mmm,” you drone, reaching for his head and running your hands through his hair and messing those styled spikes up. 

He tastes that sweet honey of you on the end of his tongue as he dives in a little deeper, teasing your hole before sucking gently on your clit.

“Marcus,” you whine, throwing your head back, your thighs already begging to shake. “God, if you start this now, we’re going to be late…” You groan, unable to contain yourself from fisting through his hair and pulling him closer to you now with a sharp tug. 

He doesn’t let up however, sucking harder as he slips his fingers inside of you, pumping in and out gently. 

“Oh God, baby,” you shudder as he curls upwards, stroking against your spot with precision. 

He can’t help himself but to taste you, tuning into your gasping, heated breaths. Despite your words about being late, you want it, you want him; your husband’s mouth on your pussy licking and sucking all over it. 

“Please, please, please…” you barely whisper, the words getting lost inside your throaty gasps. It feels so good, building and brewing as he licks and fingers you deep.

Marcus reaches up massaging your breast over your sparkly top as he flicks his tongue against your clit faster.

“Fuck, Marcus!” You cry.

“Right there, baby. Right there… Mmm, yeah!" The air above you seems to shimmer with some intangible energy as your eyes roll back; a lightheaded euphoria enveloping you like a gossamer veil.

Your hands grip onto the sofa cushioning beneath you as you squirm and buck into his mouth. 

The tingles are now millions of luminescent butterflies beating their wings against your skin, leaving trails of warmth and vivacious joy in their wake. Your body winds tight, centering in on your core, on the cusp of snapping back. 

“Come for me,” he murmurs to you, glancing up adoringly to watch you as he latches onto your clit again. 

“Yes! Yes!” You pant. Your thighs shake and he can taste you as you flood his mouth.

Marcus loves watching you come; enjoys that breathy giggle that puffs out of you when it gets a little too much as he licks softly around your overstimulated clit.

Loves the way your voice falters on a soft moan when he enters you, sliding deep. Loves the way you press your clammy forehead against his as you ride him, telling him how good he feels inside you.

Loves how his own voice whimpers, like he could just cry, before he comes; his brows furrowing, mouth open as he lets those little weakened pants pelt you face as he fills you up.

Loves how you’ll put on one of his shirts, pulling it out from the laundry hamper because it smells like him and you want to bathe in that scent, as you go about your business around the house doing chores.

He loves how you’ll let him lift the hem up and slip inside you as you do something mundane like wash the dishes up whilst he’s still in his suit from work, finding you sexy as hell in his crumpled shirt as he fucks his beautiful wife against the sink before you even say hello, how was your day to one another.

Marcus pulls his head back, lips shiny and smirks up at you.

“You’re incorrigible,” you say, catching your breath. 

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Marcus grins, wiping his lips with his thumb “but I didn’t hear you complaining just then.”

“Oh, I’ll never complain when you do that.” You giggle. 

“These’ll go in much easier now.” 

“Uh-huh, so that’s why, hmm?”

He simply purses his lips in a coy smirk. You watch keenly as he pushes the first egg against your swollen lips and slips it inside you. You moan out as it fills you, and he then pops the other one inside. 

“How do they feel?”

“Cold.” You say, smiling as he slides your panties back into place.

“They’ll warm up.” He remarks and kisses your cheek affectionately.

Marcus takes your hands and pulls you upright on your feet and you gasp as you feel them move and press against spongy parts deep inside you. 

“This is… new.” You titter as you smooth down your skirt of the creases. You don’t have time to iron it now. 

Marcus watches you go in search of your bracelet, but you suddenly stop and jolt, gasping out like you’ve been electrocuted on the stairs. 

“Oh my God!” You clutch your lower abdomen; pussy tingling on the inside and a deep pulling feeling can be felt as you feel the eggs vibrate wildly.

Marcus chuckles, pulling his phone out of his pants pocket and waving it at you. “They’re wireless too.”

“Oh, you play dirty, Agent.” 

He presses the screen again and a delicious buzzing is felt deep emanating through your core as you groan.

“We’re going to have a great day!” Marcus croons devilishly, through a wide grin.

Inside the car on the way to his parents’ house for Christmas lunch, you’re driving - offering to do it so he can have a few wines if he wants to - when you feel that yummy feeling zap through you once more.

You swerve a little, completely not expecting it at all.

“Are you trying to kill us?” You muse to Marcus who's grinning and laughing like a man who holds all the power. 

“How does it feel?” He asks through a side glance and rubbing your thigh affectionately.

“Frustrating.” You say, biting down on your lip and wanting nothing more than to pull over and straddle him.

Marcus simply smirks as he looks out the windscreen as you both approach his parent’s home, pulling up on the large driveway.

Inside, the house is already bustling with his family crowded in. His father is well on the way to being fully inebriated, and his booming voice greets you both as he bundles you through the door into the hall. 

He leans in to kiss you on the cheeks and you almost jump out of your skin as Marcus does it again, sending your body erratic with jolts from the vibrations inside your pussy.

You narrowly miss headbutting his father. 

You clench your thighs together, trying to greet his father like a normal person and not one who is on the brink of screaming out X-rated curses.

You shoot Marcus a frantic look, but he simply grins back as he follows you into the lounge, but not before giving your butt a quick, naughty slap. You feel the eggs jostle around inside you as he does it.

Holy shit!

Lunch is long. Really long. Never ending and incredibly hair-pulling and frustratingly long.

You’re digging into your plate when you jerk or kick out suddenly like your limbs are being pulled in odd directions. You throw Marcus a heated glance opposite you and he’s smiling as he brings his fork up to eat.

Oh, he thinks he’s so fucking clev-

You knock your wine glass off the table and cringe when it smashes all over the floor when he sets it off again.

It’s met by rowdy, drunken cheers from Marcus’ father, but you shoot an embarrassed and somewhat uneasy look at Marcus, who is simply sat back in his chair, seated next to his mother, in very similar Nordic festive sweaters, sipping from his own glass casually, with his hand in his pocket on that infernal phone.

Even your thoughts are cut short by the continuous zapping and buzzing that makes you jump and flinch further.

He lets it buzz for short bursts and then follows with a drawn out long one, like Morse Code inside your pussy. You’re in the midst of a deep conversation with his mother later, when he leaves it on inside his pocket.

He catches your wide-eyed, panic stricken face as he puts both his hands back on the table and they’re void of any phone.

Please no!

“Are you alright?” His mother asks you tentatively, putting her wispy hand on your shoulder, and you nod quickly.

“Uh-huh. Too much, uh wine,” you brush off shakily. “I’m driving. Shouldn't have any-m-more.” You stutter, feeling the heat lick at your collarbone.

“I’ll get you some water.” She offers.

“No! No… I’ll go,” you all but squeak, and excuse yourself into the kitchen, biting down on your lip so hard it could burst and bleed.

Running your hands under the cold tap, you pat them around the back of your neck to cool yourself, working through the vibrations inside you that are unrelenting.

You breathe in and out slowly, eyes rolling back into your head at how good it feels.

Oh fuck, fuck...

You feel hands snake their way around your waist; the scent of Marcus’ familiar cologne fucking you further up as he plants a sensuous kiss on the side of your neck.

Lips trailing up towards your lobe before he sucks on it, his breath warming the conch of your ear. 

“Marcus... I... can’t... please,” you beg; your head in a tizz, legs buckling and your pussy on the cusp of a complete meltdown.

“Having fun?” Marcus whispers.

“Ah...” you whine, nuzzling into him as his arm wraps around your waist pulling you tight against him.

“I’m gonna… come,” your hands grip on the sink as your body shudders and your pussy clenches.

You can feel the eggs, all tingly, making your vision become blurry as you tumble and get dizzier in the process. 

“You wanna come?” Marcus husks. You feel his lips nip a little harder on your lobe.

“Yes… Oh God.”

Just as you’re there, about to take that leap off the edge and free fall into sweet, sweet oblivion, he turns it off. 

Your head snaps around to him quickly.

“Are you kidding me?!” You hiss, careful not to let anyone hear.

You can only watch him simply saunter out of the kitchen with a grin, leaving you about ready to murder him with whatever dirty ladle or pan you can reach for in the sink.

Fuck!

“Stop. I feel like my pussy has Tourettes!” You hiss at him covertly, and Marcus simply chuckles darkly at you. 

Marcus does it again a little later, winding your coil tighter until you’re about ready to snap.

He observes you wringing your hands and trying your best to stay composed as you flit around everyone; trying not to stay too long around them because of your constant mad flinching. 

You remove the eggs a little while later as you use the bathroom, staring down at them as they vibrate on the sink. Somewhat pleased with yourself that he’s pressed the app somewhere downstairs and doesn’t know that they’re not inside you at this precise moment.

You wonder whether you should put them back in; feeling wrought and severely wound up from him subjecting you to this all day, but then you rationale that it’s the whole point.

Surely he’s brought them for this reason and they’re a gift, after all. A teasing, edging gift.

Sighing and giggling, you put them back in, one leg up on the toilet seat, and slip them back inside; your fingers grazing against your sensitive and aching clit, and just as you think you’ll give yourself a little touch - relieve yourself of some of the tension - they buzz again and you almost fall backwards onto your ass, clattering against the towel rail.

Shit!

As you open the bathroom door, Marcus is standing on the other side smirking at you.

You push him against the wall and kiss him, trying to distract him whilst you fish inside his pocket for that infernal phone of his.

He laughs and grips a hold of your hands, stopping you from finding it.

“No you don’t.” He teases as he pushes you against the opposite wall. Your back hits it with a gentle thud.

“Marcus!” You gasp, whining and struggling against him as he clamps around your wrists with ease.

You try to latch onto his lips desperately again, but this time he denies you, realising your sly distraction techniques

“Please. I can’t bear it anymore.” You growl, your hands fumbling against his. 

“Look at you, all wound up.” Marcus teases with that pert, pink grin splayed across his mouth.

“Please, baby. Let me come!” You plead, pulling at his festive sweater desperately, and with actual tears threatening to spill as they glisten in your lined eyes.

“Look at you, so needy,” he exclaims with a husky growl, holding onto your arms as you try to rub yourself against him.

He’s inherently proud of his purchase, because it’s reduced you to this - begging - and he decides instantly he likes this. He’s so incredibly aroused by it; his cock is straining out of his slacks to get to you.

“Please, Marcus... I need you.” You mewl again, on the verge of howling. “Fuck me. Please. Please!" You whine with a choked sob.

Marcus looks up and down the hall and then grabs you by the hand pulling you along hurriedly. He opens up a door further down the hall and bundles you inside.

“Beg me to fuck you again,” Marcus hisses, before he grazes his lips against yours. “Tell me you want me. You want my cock.” He gasps against your lips.

“Fuck me, Marcus,” you breathe “please, I need you!” You splutter.

“Beg for my cock, baby.” He licks into your mouth. He thrusts his hips against yours making you feel it. 

“Please, give me your cock,” you say, pelting his lips with yours and gasping. “I want it. I need your cock, baby.”

“Hard?” He suggests to you with a grunt inside his voice.

“Oh, you better fuck me so hard!” You warn, excitedly.

Marcus wrenches up your skirt and takes a handful of your ass inside his hands as he kisses you clumsily. Both your lips mash together in a messy, rabid tussle as you grin and giggle.

You feel him tug down your panties as you unzip his pants frantically with shaky hands. 

You can feel his fingers reaching into your sopping pussy, pulling out the love eggs. He plops them on the bed and circles your clit with his thumb.

He pushes you on the bed; you pull off your top, revealing your bra and he goes for the straps freeing your breasts to topple out and into his mouth. He sucks and bites on your nipple making you yelp.

You run your hands through his hair, messing it up again before you tug on it, making him groan.

“Marcus, please…” you pant as he lines himself up with you. “Please, fuck me.”

Groaning, he pushes his cock up inside of you, hard like you want, in a deep shunt. It takes your breath away. He does it again, settling into a heavy pace as you squeal into the thick wool of his sweater, practically a mouth full of it. 

“God, you’re so wet... soaked, baby,” he moans with glee as his cock is utterly coated with you, lewdly squelching into you. “You like your gift, hmm?”

You cry out in agreement, a little louder than he would like, and he places his swamping hand over your mouth, chuckling.

“Sssh,” he smirks at you as he works his hips.

“I don’t care if they hear us!” You muffle at him. “You’ve been teasing the hell out of me all day.” 

“I have. I’ve enjoyed seeing you squirm.” He shunts upwards again, deliberately; his cock hitting all the right spots. 

“Oh God, you sadist.” You groan, gripping onto him. 

He chuckles as he thrusts faster. "Ah shit... you feel so good."

“Oh, Marcus!” You whine into his face as you release; your legs shaking and your neck straining.

Your cunt is already squeezing around him and it doesn’t take much to bring you to a quick, hard orgasm after keeping you on the cusp of it all damned day.

Drunk on that sweet, heady glow with a gritty dance into exhilaration and rebellion at finally getting what you so desperately want as your fingers twist and gnarl at his sweater.

“So beautiful when you come for me like this,” he grunts. 

Marcus watches in awe as you pant and grapple at him; your head lolling and eyes rolling into the back of your head as you flop further into the mattress beneath you after epically shuddering like you’ve had a seizure; tingling with an ebbing numbness that hints at the untamed energy coursing through your veins.

He places his hands on the bed either side of your head and slows his pace down after he gets you off, enjoying the feeling of you pulsating and ribbing around him during the crackled aftershocks of your big O moment.

“Ride me,” Marcus whispers salaciously to you.

He rolls, taking you with him and still inside you, until you’re on top. He unclips your bra, leaving you fully naked. You push his Christmas sweater up and run your hands over his stomach and toned chest, raking your nails over his tan skin.

His mouth parts, plush and full as he pants and bucks up as you wind your hips around him.

You push onto his chest with your hands and let your ass and hips do all the work as you ride him quicker and faster.

“Yeah baby, like that.” He grits, feeling your pussy pump him.

“You like that?” You grin. “Maybe I should just stop… give you a taste of your own medicine.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Marcus leans up into a biting kiss as you bend fully over him, riding his cock deeply as he pushes his hips up, meeting your rhythm.

“M-marcus...” You gasp into his face.

“God, I love you deep inside me like this,” you groan, finding your strength again.

“That feel good?” He asks you, knowing full well it does.

You love the feeling of him like this. After how he’s toyed with you all day so far, he wants to see you enjoy this, enjoy what he’s giving to you right now.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. So good.” 

“So deep inside my beautiful wife.”

“Oh!” You groan. 

He strokes your face and kisses you before grunting out. “I’m close, baby.”

“I want it in my mouth."

“Yeah.” He agrees with a strain. 

Shuffling off of him quickly, you take his slick, wet cock inside your mouth and suck him hard.

“Shit!” Marcus pants, scooping your hair out of the way so he can watch you take him deep. You can taste yourself all around him, succulent and sweet. 

“Oh, you’re so good at that.” He breathes out with that brewing tremor in his voice. "Oh shit, I'm gonna come, baby."

You suck around him, pumping him with your hand as you feel him inflate and pulse before he shoots inside your mouth in quick, hot bursts.

You swallow it all down, moaning in satisfied delight.

“Jesus...” Marcus sighs out with a breathy chuckle, head flopping down onto the bed. His face is all red and sweaty.

He pulls you into his arms and lays back with you on the bed that you only now realise is a single bed.

You look around the room, listening to his heartbeat slow inside his rib cage as he winds strands of your hair around his fingers.

Inside the room is a small, single bed and shelves with old models and books on. There’s a desk and an old TV set, and various cans of deodorants and aftershaves adorn one of the shelves.

In one corner, there's a corkboard displaying a mix of academic achievements; sports medals highlighting achievements in various competitions at racquetball. 

“Who’s room is this?” You ask curiously.

“It’s mine,” Marcus replies, his hand stroking up and down your back leaving shuddery, cool goose pimples to birth. “Or it was back when I lived here.”

You sit up. “You’ve never shown me your old bedroom before.”

“I stayed here when I was training at the academy too.”

“How many girls did you sneak back in here?” You ask giggling.

Marcus chuckles. “I’m not telling you that.”

“Smooth.” You tease, winking and he laughs again.

He’s so inherently beautiful when he laughs; that dimple on show and an astonishingly natural ease spreads over his face. He looks the most comfortable he’s ever been in his whole life when he laughs. It changes his face; makes him beam brighter than the sun.

You reach up to his face and kiss those soft, pink lips of his with affectionate vigour. He wraps his arms around your back, crushing you into him as he whines softly into the kiss.

“Merry Christmas,” you whisper as you pull away, your mouth still inches from his.

“Merry Christmas, beautiful.” Marcus replies before swallowing you up once more in another lengthy, passionate kiss.

He wants nothing more than to stay right here, hidden away in his old bedroom with you, his stunning wife, naked and spread all over him.

But you’re both probably being missed downstairs and will face some questioning if you don’t re-appear soon.

You nod, smirking at him as you slip your shoes back on and straighten up your skirt, which will be evidence enough with how creased it is now, at what you've both been doing.

“So, did you like your gift?” Marcus enquires with a smirk as you dress a few minutes later.

He refuses to give you your panties back, and you watch as he slips them in his pocket cheekily. 

He scoops up the love eggs from the bed and puts them in his other pocket with his phone.

“I’ll wear them again.” You reply, nodding.

“Absolutely. I can think of a place...” He smooths down your crazy, fucked-out hair; his hands cupping either of your face. 

“Where?” You query with a brewing smirk.

“At the FBI’s New Year's Eve Ball next week.” Marcus states, winking at you.

12 DAYS OF XXX-MAS MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

#pedro pascal x reader #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike the mentalist #pedro pascal #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x f!reader #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike x female reader #pedro pascal characters #marcus pike fluff #marcus pike smut #marcus pike fic #christmas stories #jett's writing

[teriri-sayes]

Reactions to the Lone Flame's Chapter 215

TL;DR - Gashan can't use his shaman powers too. Story about how dragons became gods. Village chief does not know someone named CJG. Subjugation force will arrive in 3 days.

More Power Restrictions Mana and aura were not the only powers that were restricted. Gashan confirmed that he could not use his shaman powers/power of nature. So this brings us to the question: What about Cale's ancient powers? Unfortunately, the author did not mention anything about the ancient powers for the past chapters.

Dragons as Gods We got more world-building today, so I'll summarize it all in a story format:

This tale begins at the time when the weather drastically changed, and powers like mana and aura became unusable. These drastic changes brought about chaos to the world, and was thus referred to as the period of cataclysm.

There existed a place called the Free City of Gonia, which was rumored to be founded by people with dragon blood, the so-called half-blood dragons. During the cataclysm, the free city asked help from their dragon protectors for a solution.

The dragons responded to their pleas, and roamed around the world, helping in stabilizing the chaos. They repaired places where mana and aura became unusable, and stopped the beastkin who had fallen into madness. Their powers and attributes also helped alleviate the drastic weather changes.

Hence, people all over the world began to praise and worship the dragons. Their faith in the gods wavered, for the temples were rife with corruption, and the gods seemingly did not listen to their cries for help.

The Free City of Gonia renamed themselves as the Holy City, expanding its territory and openly declaring the worship of dragons as gods. However, the last emperor of the Har Empire vehemently opposed it.

The last emperor of the Har Empire and the last Archduke Snow secretly believed that it was actually the dragons who caused the cataclysm in their desire to become gods. But the world thought the Har Empire's opposition was because they were afraid to lose its status as a powerful nation, and the prestige of their first emperor, who was a dragon slayer, from falling.

War took place. The dragons abstained from joining the war, and only the ones said to be half-blood dragons participated. And in that war, the last emperor and the last Archduke Snow passed away.

The Har Empire was demoted to a kingdom, and fled to the north. The Holy City seized control of the Har Empire's territory, once again renaming themselves as the Holy Empire.

The Holy Empire declared to its neighbor countries that they would maintain friendly relations as long as they accepted the worship of dragons in their countries. They even offered their assistance in solving the chaos brought about by the cataclysm.

Thus, no country opposed the Holy Empire. And true to their word, the Holy Empire did assist other countries that asked for help, sending out dragons to resolve their problems. Dragon worship further spread to the world.

Other Answers to Cale's Questions As for Cale's other questions, CJG seemed to have disguised himself here, so the village chief did not know anyone of that name. But the village chief did keep a record of strangers who entered their village, so they would have to check that for any CJG clues.

The subjugation force was expected to arrive in 3 days, and Eruhaben expressed his worry about the enemies finding out about them. But Cale even welcomed it, saying that because they lacked information, they could just capture the subjugation force and interrogate them. Yes, typical Cale. 😂

Ending Remarks Nothing exciting happened again today. It's just info dump and more name reveals. The wolf beastkin among the villagers was called Koukan, and the village's name was Wins Village. Frankly, it feels weird? Back in the murim arc, we would have gotten lots of named characters already, but this time, only one person had been named. Village chief is still called village chief or elder, though it was revealed that he was a descendant from the butler family that served Archduke Snow.

Anyway, next chapter is either the villagers meeting Lock, or Cale's group capturing the subjugation force. And hopefully, we get an answer if Cale can use his ancient powers here.

#tcf spoilers #trash of the count's family

[fallow-hollow]

this is a bit of an obscure ask but could you do some hcs for crushing on holm? i like to imagine he's surprisingly charming despite being so quiet and laid back... preferably with a reader who's the total opposite of him (loud, feisty, etc.)

spirit of pining

…ft! holm kranom x gn! reader

…tags! pining, fluff, confession, pre-relationship, relationship study, banter

…word count! 1152

…notes! i’m glad i can feed the holm fans on this fine day. writing for side characters truly is the activity of all time

Unless you’re somehow extremely subtle about your feelings, Holm probably knows or at least has an inkling.

Even though he finds you pretty interesting himself, he doesn’t make much of a move immediately. He tends to prefer taking it easy and not rushing things, so he’d instead just focus on spending time with you, letting things develop gradually and finding out more about you.

If you’re in the same party as him, you can expect a lot of light conversation and banter to fill the time while exploring the dungeon. Everyone else has sort of picked up on how you two always walk next to each other, and it’s pretty much become common practice during your explorations.

“You’d think after this long, they’d learn…..”

This probably shouldn’t have been funny to you, considering that up ahead, Kabru was struggling to yank his leg free from the grasp of a man-eating plant. Nonetheless, laughter caught in your throat as you approached the scene with Holm by your side. This situation didn’t give off much urgency at all, but you thought it was best not to dawdle.

“Quit it, that’s not nice!” Attempting to pout at him only resulted in an awkward expression between laughing and frowning, which only seemed to amuse him further. “Let’s go, before the poor guy is hanging upside down.”

Holm was even relaxed enough to maintain his half-lidded smile and loose grip on his staff through all of this. “I suppose you’re right… otherwise Kuro will get thorns up his nose again.”

Holm is generally a pretty lax guy, but he does his best to assist you whenever possible. This goes for all of his teammates, of course, but it’s more enjoyable to spend time with you, so he has a slight bias.

Sometimes he’s even able to push through his tendency to freeze up if you’re in desperate need of assistance during a fight, it’s pretty sweet.

If you don’t know as much magic as he does, he’ll be happy to teach you! (Fun fact, gnome-style magic is generally recommended for tallmen to learn as opposed to elf-style magic because of its lower mana cost!) He also may help you commune with spirits as well, such as his undine!

Speaking of Marillier, I think it would be pretty funny if she took a liking to you because her guardian does, too. Perhaps the spirit even picks up on his feelings.

Your cheek was now soaking wet from the glob of water that was almost nudging itself against your face, but you couldn't find it in you to be upset, finding the behavior rather cute. In fact, it roused curiosity in you more than anything.

After a few moments of searching, your gaze landed on the undine’s guardian, who was currently observing you with equal parts endearment and surprise.

“It seems like she likes you a lot.” The corners of his mouth perked up ever so slightly, a subtle change that clued you into his mood. “That’s pretty rare — she’s usually shy around others. Maybe it’s because I let you feed her before?”

A playful grin washed over your face. “Or maybe she’s taking after you! You know, because I’m your favorite and all!”

The gnome knew very well you were just teasing, so he merely responded with a chuckle and an utterance of “Sure, let’s go with that.”

What he didn’t tell you is that spirits do tend to be very intuitive, and pick up on the emotions of those around them… but he’d rather not dwell on that possibility at the moment.

A lot of time is also spent with you and thinking about you outside of dungeon work, too, which sets you apart from the rest of his traveling companions.

I imagine he even takes the time to write to his sister about you, only for her to write back that Kabru had long since informed her of your whole mutual pining deal. The man would be absolutely mortified about it.

If you’re not the type to take initiative, he’ll definitely confess eventually, but if you’re a more hold type, he’d likely let you tell him about your feelings at your own pace. He may find it cute to see you be so earnest, but he isn’t motivated purely by self interest — Holm is actually a pretty empathetic guy, and just really doesn’t want to rush you. After all, he hates having lots of pressure put on him, so he’d do his best not to do the same to you.

It was during a stargazing session that you’d told him.

He enjoyed these evening outings with you, and observing the sky was a common activity that you’d partake in together. Sometimes, he’d talk about the practical use of constellations, or even the air spirits that played a vital part in weather patterns, but often, mutual silence was just as fulfilling.

The intense stare you’d been giving him for the last few minutes was hard not to notice, if he was being honest, but you seemed not to know that he was already aware of your gaze, so he let it be. If you had something to say to him, you’d say it when you were ready.

“Can I ask you something?”

Ah, there it was. Holm took his sweet time turning his head to look at you. It’s not like you were going anywhere, after all. At least, if his desire to stay with you was reciprocated.

“Mhm, what is it?” The way you fidgeted with your clothes left him nothing short of charmed. Your eagerness truly was something to be admired… and admired, and admired some more.

Under the canopy of stars, there was little light to be found, making it a bit hard to see your face clearly. The movements of your lips were clear enough, though. “Well, I was just wondering if we could try going out again sometime… in more of a date-ish setting?”

The clumsy phrasing didn’t stop him from smiling warmly at your words. He wasn’t surprised or startled at all, but he had visibly softened.

“Of course, I thought you’d never ask.”

Your silhouetted form jolted sharply at his response. “You— you knew I would…?”

“Well, I had an inkling.” Far more than an inkling, really, but he didn’t want to embarrass you that much, as amusing as it was. To soften the blow, he added, “Or maybe it was just my wishful thinking. I feel the same, after all.”

“So it’s a yes?”

Even in darkness, those eyes of yours were as bright as the stars. How could he deny anything you said, really.

“Mhm,” he nodded in response. “Though, let’s keep this to ourselves, alright? Knowing the others, Mickbell probably started a betting pool on when we’d start dating. And he’ll probably throw a fit when Kabru ends up inevitably winning, so let’s delay that a while.”

#ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ fallow’s works! #dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi x reader #dungeon meshi imagines #delicious in dungeon #delicious in dungeon x reader #delicious in dungeon imagines #holm kranom #holm dungeon meshi #holm kranom x reader

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

How the tr character's would set up an Easter egg hunt aka how Takeomi had a very bad day part 2

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Takemichi- Tries so hard to make a good egg hunt for everyone, cries from the stress of setting it up at least 5 times but in the end manages to pull it off.

Mikey- Egg hunt? What egg hunt? You mean those chocolate eggs he's already eaten?

Baji- Puts his hair into a ponytail so you know he's taking it seriously, gets bored half way through though and decides to just throw the eggs and keep wherever they land as their "hiding place"

Kazutora- Tries his best but accidentally ends up smashing some of the eggs, Baji let's him share the hunt he made though.

Shion- Claims to be the best at hiding eggs (all his eggs are found instantly).

Haitani brother's- Their eggs are only hidden in a small area since they refused to split up to hide them.

Kisaki- Just copies Takemichi's egg hunt plans, manages to hide them more effectively too but it's just not as fun.

Mitsuya- Hides all the eggs in very easy places so Luna and Mana can find them.

Emma- Puts her all into hiding those eggs! (She wants to impress Draken.....and she had to or Mikey would've eaten them all).

Pah and Peh- Team up to hide eggs, they don't do the best job but hey at least they had fun doing it.

Naoto- Does an eggcellent (you see what I did there) at hiding those eggs, so much so that many end up never being found again.

Wakasa and Benkei- Wasn't going to join in but after Shinichiro's and Senju's excitement they also hide those eggs.

Hina- Skips planning her own egg hunt to assist Takemichi's with his instead (she's just nice like that).

Draken- Goes to hide his eggs but finds they're all missing, spends the rest of the day cursing Mikey.

Koko- Why hide the eggs when you can sell them?

Izana- You seriously expect the king to give his eggs away? (Hides one for Kakucho)

Hakkai- Said fuck them eggs part 2, once again decides to follow Taka Chan around. Helps Luna and Mana find their eggs too, lifts them up into his shoulders so they can get an aerial view and reach higher places.

Mizo middle- Gets distracted on some stupid debate and forgets to hide the eggs.

Shinichiro- After many years of living with Mikey he knows to be very careful with his eggs so he can even get to the hiding stage. Will put on bunny ears to hide the eggs and goes above and beyond for his siblings to have a fun day.

Inui- Just let's Koko have his eggs

Smiley- Tries to start a fight by throwing his eggs instead, it's way more fun then just hiding them.

Sanzu- Gets on his knees and presents Mikey with a suspiciously large amount of eggs.

Yuzuha- 100% effort club over here, decorates the eggs and places them very carefully. Only the best for her brother.

Chifuyu- Spends all his time trying to make a chocolate cat instead (cats are better then eggs) forgets to hide any so ends up tagging along with Baji and Kazutora.

Taiju- Too busy doing Christian things (sorry I wasn't paying attention in school when we learnt what this was exactly)

Kakucho- Designs an extravagant hunt for Izana and the other S62, can't stop smiling while he watches them all searching.

Senju- Another one who keeps eating the eggs instead of hiding them, steals a bunch of Takeomi's eggs to eat those too.

Mochi- He's tall enough to hide them in places the others will never hide them

Angry- Very diligent with his egg hiding

Takeomi- Went to hide the eggs even though he didn't want to but found Senju had taken half while Sanzu had taken the other half. Then gets hit in the head with a random egg, gives up after that.

Hanma- Says he's hidden the eggs but hasn't, has a lot of fun watching everyone look for eggs which don't exist.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev

[littjara-compleated-sage]

It's that page-filling time again! Weird Phyrexians 14-20! (Sorry for the weird light effect, I couldn't get a good angle on the whole page, so I'm reattaching a better photo of the top two below.)

14: Along the lines of tome lackeys, mites, and other small scurrying Orthodoxy servants, this one was simply made to be a bowl, carrying ichor or other liquids to partake in holy rituals.

15: This wiry creature has wrapped itself in stinking, decaying piles of discarded gore from the Orthodoxy's compleation chambers, topping it all off with a pilfered faceplate. Now, it wanders the rare dark corners of the Basilica looking for more flesh to add to its hoard.

16: Combination survey instrument and grappling hook, this Progress Engine device is used for detaining unwanted intruders. It features a prominent eye in the center, with its optic nerve wrapping up along the tentacle "arm". Smaller nerve bundles connect the eyes on the three claws to the center.

17: It's not too clear what this soft and goopy creature actually is, as it's a shy, quaking thing that's cloistered itself in the toughest shell it can find and added spikes and teeth to scare off others from investigating. Unfortunately, the ichorous tear trails it leaves behind make it easy to track. The poor thing has anxiety.

18: A helpful tool assistant from the Quiet Furnace, complete with tiny arms to hand off supplies to busy artisans.

19: This skite was of plot relevance in the New Phyrexia campaign I DM. It sucks up oil through its syringe and processes it in its abdomen, before the bulbs on its body change color to indicate the oil's mana affinity. It's how a core-born Swarm PC learned that she was in fact of Gitaxian descent.

20: Like a proto-Dominus, this being coalesced as an avatar of faith... but not the kind the Orthodoxy likes. Despite being white-mana-aligned, it shows itself to be something of a free spirit, and represents the faith of Phyrexians in themselves. This is deeply inconvenient to the Orthodoxy.

#mtg #magic the gathering #31 weird phyrexians #phyrexia #phyrexian #creature design #inktober #art

[i-am-not-meh]

More ORV X TCF

This time, I'm doing both Rosalyn and Lock!

Lock!

Okay, so starting with Lock, his family was very sporty. His mother and father had even been in the Olympics! He is a very stressed kid even before the apocalypse started because he was always taking care of his siblings while trying to set the perfect example for them to follow. This caused him to get a full head of grey hair (this was the only way I could think to allow him his cannon hair color)

Anyways, when Rosalyn and Choi han had saved Lock and started talking about family. Lock had panicked and said he was also looking for his family. However, the reality was when the apocalypse started Lock and his family were at home.

His family were the only people around when the quest to kill one living organism to survive was given. His family couldn't kill each other, but Lock's uncle had pulled him aside and... we are just going to say assisted Lock in suriving with his own life as payment.

Lock feels that if he told the truth to Rosalyn or Choi han, then they would see him as a horrible person and abandon him, but he doesn't want to be alone again.

I don't know what sponsor he has, but I know it would give him a berserker mode.

Rosalyn!

In this world, Rosalyn wasn't the heir to the throne but rather a large marketing business. She, of course, wasn't interested in inheriting the business and went off to look into more scientific studies.

She did enjoy this, but she later wanted to talk to more people, a job with science and people. She became a mixologist! (A person who mixes drinks) She ran a bar and became a well-respected woman in the mixologist world. She dyed her hair red mainly because it was an eye-catching color.

She was doing a normal run in her bar when the apocalypse started. She was attacked and was able to defend herself but ended up taking the life of the other person, which allowed her to pass.

Her sponsor is called 'Dragon of Golden Dust', which allows her to manipulate mana :)

#trash of the count's family #lout of the count’s family #totcf #tcf cale #lotcf #tcf #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #crossover

[windywriter]

A commission I got done of my Obey me MC's demon disguise by @gach-artblog !!!! Thank you so much for working with me on this! I love it so so much!

Their name is Mara and they're the world's most beloved abomination against God 💖

More details under the read more:

-The outfit was given to them by Barbatos after they were assigned to be the brother's caretaker/assistant. The shoes were something they bought together with Solomon.

- Originally the horns weren't apart of the habit but Mara sewed them on in order to seem more convincing.

- This is what they sound like when squeaked

- Whenever they're asked if they have a tail or wings they always change the answer.

- The earrings were given to Mara as a gift when they first began training under him. It can be used as a magic communicator between them and Solomon. Though they usually just use their D.D.D

- Mara makes the mana potions every morning. Since their pacts have been severed, they've been trying to conserve mana. Plus the shenanigans of the brothers run them ragged every day.

- The placement of the symbols is meant to sort of match where each of the brother's demon marks are but for asmo's I just thought it was funnier where it is now

-If you notice the pact symbol at the bottom of the skirt is missing the names of the sins. This is to show how Mara no longer has their pacts with the brothers.

-The skirt is cursed so if anyone but Mara tries to move it/touch it they'll get electrocuted.

- Before it was revealed that Mara was human/from the future they went by the name "Kama".

- Currently Mara is studying how to create powerful barriers/wards in an attempt to keep Solomon out of the kitchen.

-They currently have a 40-45% success rate.

#obey me #obey me mc #obmswd #obmnb #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #obey me mc-sona #obm #fav #bookmark #THANK YOU SO MUCH GACH #IM LITERALLY SHOVING THIS IN MY MOUTH AS IM TYPING THIS GRRRRR #GO COMMISSION HER!!

[shaakyhaands]

Imagine if the Bentley has the capacity to time travel like the car in Back to the Future.

There seems to be some timey-wimey tomfoolery that production is hinting at, with the “problems in the present and past” part of the description on Amazon. How do they access the past? If it’s simply something they can do because they’re celestial/occult beings, why haven’t they done so sooner?

My theory: Crowley is the only character we’ve seen manipulate exclusively time. Time and space are connected through space-time, and we’ve seen many characters manipulate space via objects appearing/disappearing, thus indicating they can at least manipulate space if not time as well, but that’s going into space science shit I only know from my astronomy hyperfixation days and I don’t expect the Good Omens production crew to use or adhere to said science—

Okay, let’s back up and start with what’s established, yeah?

The Given Information:

Crowley is the only character we’ve seen manipulate exclusively time. Specifically, he stopped it.

The Bentley is uniquely Crowley’s. It is imbued with Crowley’s demonic essence.

The Bentley plays exclusively Queen music.

My Theory:

Crowley can stop time on his own, but with the assistance of a focus, he can manipulate it even moreso— such as travel forward or backwards (or maybe even laterally? Inter dimensional road-trip, anyone?).

The Bentley is Crowley’s focus. A focus is something seen in fantasy/magical settings, it’s a device through which a spell caster channels their magic. Think Harry Potter’s wand, Gandalf’s staff, or miscellaneous magical artifacts.

Crowley is powerful, so he can do plenty of magic without a focus, as we’ve seen him do throughout the series. But traveling through time, that takes more magical energy than the usual miracle, more mana. So to travel through time, he has to use to summon that magical energy using the Bentley.

Side note: we’ve ALREADY seen the Bentley manipulate time!! The Bentley started playing Queen music before Freddy Mercury was even born!

Hypothesis: we will see Crowley travel through time using the Bentley.

Additional notes:

The jukebox in the pub also plays only a specific artist’s music. Specifically, it plays one song. If playing a specific type of music is linked to time traveling capacity, does that mean the jukebox can also manipulate time? If so, that makes it a focus, like the Bentley. If that’s the case, then who is its user?

The production staff are referencing Clue (the movie) a lot, which has already been picked up on by some fans. Why not reference Back to the Future, another classic?

Look, I hate to bring it up, but it’s way too pertinent to the topic and I’ve already dropped a “timey-wimey” on y’all— we been knew David Tennant played the Tenth Doctor in Doctor Who. He’s also reprised the role of the Doctor recently. So maybe they’re doing a thing with him playing time traveling characters??

I’m super willing to be wrong about all of this, btw. But can you imagine??? If I was right??? Dude, I’d be so fucking psyched. Time traveling Bentley for the win, let’s fucking goooooo—

Edit: someone asked Neil if the jukebox was similar to the Bentley, what with the playing only specific music. To which, Neil responded that we were going to be learning more about the Bentley. I’d say finding out the Bentley can travel through time qualifies as “learning more”, no?

#good omens #good omens speculation #good omens spoilers #Crowley #aziraphale #doctor who #bentley #can you fucking imagine #go #azirasheen #david tennant #azirowley #good omemes #good omens s2 #good omens shitpost #good omens series 2 #good omens season two #let’s get it #ineffable idiots #ineffable husbands #ineffable muffins #I need to know

[nine-of-words]

Something Borrowed (Part One)

M Gargoyle x M Reader

STORY TAG || NEXT

Wordcount: 3486

Content Warnings: Discussion of a Breakup

I think this might be the closest thing to a romcom I've ever written, so that should inform what this one's going to be like.

You’re cursed to be alone.

You wake up, alone. You do your job, alone. You eat raw cookie dough in your pink silk pajamas while curled up in bed as you watch your programs, alone. Then you go to sleep, alone. 

Everything- alone.

You’ve nearly gotten used to it. Accepted it. Welcomed it, even.

It's certainly easier to not have to constantly worry about another person's feelings or needs.

Some people are just meant to be alone. 

Though, you never imagined you’d be one of those people…

You let out a long, dreary sigh as you pick up another glob of buttercream frosting on your offset spatula and smear it in a practiced movement against the side of the cake on the counter in front of you.

…It’s really not all that bad, you reason as a small smile finds its way onto your face.

There’s always cake.

Today is more of the same. Another slow-paced and quiet Tuesday morning like any other for your modest, but cozy little bake shop.

…Or at least it was.

The bell above the door jingles sharply, announcing a customer. You look up from the frosting job you’re working on, chasing the sullen quality from your person.

“Good moooorning!” A small, perky, business-casual clad faun says in a chipper sing-song, shattering the peace of the empty shop by calling out to you before you even have a chance to put on your customer service face and greet them. They quickly make their way over to the counter, their hooves clicking on the tile. They produce a lanyard-bound ID from their vest pocket and present it to you. “I’m an investigator with the mana bureau.”

The small picture does indeed show the person before you, clearly trying to hold back a smile for a neutral, bureaucratic photo.

Kirkja Papadakis-Kierkegaard, 

3rd level Mage-Investigator, 

Certified Cursebreaker.

“Oh- Um, Hello. What can I do for you, Investigator…” You tilt your head at their ID, trying to reason out how to pronounce their last name without slaughtering it.

“Just call me Kirby! Everyone does!” They laugh, and after they give a cursory glance around the shop to ensure there’s no other customers, they continue; “I have some things I’d like to chat with you about! Is now a good time?”

“Sure, it's as good a time as any.” You smile wryly and motion to the bakery case. The first thing you learned growing up in your small, rural village's only bakery is that baked goods are an excellent ice breaker for nearly any social situation. “…Can I get you anything? Complimentary, of course.”

“Um. Yes???” Kirby basically scoffs, and you see the familiar glazed look in their eyes that you so often see in customers as they lean over the case. "That one." 

They point to a pastel pink-blue swirled crown of frosting with a puff of spun sugar nestled in the center. 

"Candy floss? Good choice. I'm testing this flavor out, so you'll have to let me know if you like it." You turn to grab a small plate from the rack behind you. "You can sit at the counter if you'd like."

"Don't mind if I do." Kirby lifts themselves up onto the bar stool with a grin.

After plating their cupcake and setting it in front of them, you pull up your own beat-up wooden stool you keep behind the counter and take a seat across from them. There’s no customers to assist right now and you don’t have any tastings scheduled until later this afternoon, so you might as well make yourself comfortable. You can always do the tasks you had planned later- one of the perks of being your own boss, you suppose.

“So. I’m here about a string of mishaps of magical origin that have happened across several weddings in the area.” Kirby starts, peeling off the paper and happily taking a large bite out of their cupcake. “Mmph- They all involved the wedding cake. As it would happen, my investigation so far turned up the only thing the couples involved all had in common was that they had gotten their wedding cakes from you.”

"Me…?” You say incredulously. “What could’ve happened?"

"Cakes exploded." Kirby says as elegantly as possible through a mouthful of cake and frosting.

“They exploded…?” You say, aghast, looking directly at the potential explosive in their hand. “And you’re sitting here eating one?!”

“Don’t worry about it! We’re not at a wedding.” Kirby says with a little chuckle, but it reassures you little. “Plus, I’d know if this bad boy was going to magically explode, for sure.”

“Oh no, that’s…” You cover your mouth with your hand as the information sinks in. It didn’t occur to you that a curse was something that could spread. You'd hate to think that you were passing on this misfortune to your customers, even the more difficult ones. “You don’t think… Are curses actually contagious? I’d feel terrible…”

"Sometimes. It’s complicated. Do you mind if I do a quick reading?”

“Ah, no. Go… right ahead?”

You’re not exactly sure what a magical audit entails. Being a numan, magic is a force that generally doesn’t directly touch your life often, outside of being in periphery to it on a daily basis.

“Great.” They put down the cupcake.

Kirby closes their eyes and stays quiet and still, which despite you not knowing them very long at all, seems to be starkly at odds with their usual demeanor. The only movement they carry out is bringing their hand up to hold the bolo tie at their neck.

You can swear that you feel a small thrum in the air - but knowing you have no capability for feeling energy magic yourself, you think you may just be imagining it.

And then, after a few more moments of slightly awkward silence; it’s over, just like that. All in all, it’s a rather underwhelming affair.

"Wowie, it's a shame, this shop is so cute but the vibes are waaaaay off! Magically speaking, that is. The decor is immaculate.” They finish fiddling with their bolo tie and open their eyes, a neon cyan hued glow fading from their irises. “I could tell from the moment I walked in something was funky, but this is just… Oof."

“That doesn’t sound like particularly good news.”

“It could be worse! But you have… hmmm, how to put this without it sounding scary…” They say as they pick their treat back up in one hand, and wiggle their finger at your general person with the other. "You’ve got a big glob of nasty energy hanging out all over you. Centered in your chest area.”

“Ah, that’d probably be because I’m cursed.” You say, matter-of-fact.

"That’s sure what it looks like! ” He says in a surprisingly bubbly tone, despite the worrying subject matter. “Don’t worry. Curses are my speciality, so I’ve got you. We just have to get to the bottom of things, and I can help get rid of it!”

“That would be lovely.” You say sheepishly. “How can I help?”

“Why don't you tell me a little about how an average day goes here?" They pull out a pen and a notepad from their bag. You lace your fingers together on the counter in front of you, trying to resist the urge to chew your nails down from the nerves.

You recount out loud your day so far: You came down early, baked off some of your batters, and while they were cooling you started a fresh batch of your signature buttercream. Not too sweet, just right. You piped a batch of cupcakes to add to the case, double checked your pars for the day, and wrapped delicate little treat boxes with fancy little bows for display.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

"Hmm. That sounds very picturesque, but none of that particularly screams 'OOOH NOOO I'M CURSED!!!' to me." They fiddle with the pen between their fingers in thought. “Usually there’s more… overtly magical disturbing spooky things,  y’know. Blood seeping from the walls, unexplained patches of goo, disembodied cackling skulls… that sort of thing! Almost like a haunting.”

"No, nothing like that."

"Nothing at all? With this level of energy around here, I'm surprised you're not having constant poltergeist activity."

"Apologies. I'm afraid my life is a bit dull." 

“Oh, don’t feel like you have to apologize! If anything, it's nice to have a curveball every now and then. Any little thing you can tell me might help, even if it doesn’t seem important at first."

You wrack your brain, working your hands on the hem of your apron, trying to jog your memory.

"I suppose there could be some wee things. Sometimes things seem to get lost or moved to places I didn't put them. Or… when I'm closing the shop down for the night, I'll feel dread like I'm being watched, even though I know I'm alone… I chalked it up to being forgetful and sad."

"Hmm. Forgetful- sure, happens to everyone." They click the pen top on the counter rhythmically. "But what's there to be sad about?"

"Er…" You hesitate. Exactly how personal are you supposed to get here?

The last thing you want to do is pathetically dump your issues on a stranger that's forced to be here, just because you have no one else to talk to.

These days, you’re severely lacking in social support. You’ve lost all of your friends in the breakup, as if your ex had won custody of them. There’s always your family, and you call home often. But you can only say so much about how you’re feeling to them- your parents are getting up there in age, and you don’t want them to worry too much about you. Your sister may have single-handedly kept you sane during the worst of it, but you don’t want her to bear the full emotional burden. It doesn’t help that every single phone call has a segment asking when you’re moving back, either…

"I’m not here to judge, so tell me everything. Even if you’ve committed a crime! That’s not my jurisdiction, so I could care less,” He giggles brightly. “Unless your victim cursed you from beyond the grave - then maybe it is? If that's the case I’d have to make a few phone calls to find out.”

You let out a huff of a laugh. Their energy is infectious, but you’re immediately faced with a huge obstacle.

…Where do you even start?

How can you condense nearly a full year of heartbreak into a mere minutes-long explanation?

Somehow, you find your words.

“Everything was fine until I opened that letter,” You finally start. "After that, my entire life fell apart."

"Ah, now that sounds like something I can work with!" The faun starts hastily jotting down notes as you speak. "Do you know the sender? Do you still have the letter? What did it say?"

"No, I don't know the sender- and probably, but I’ll need to look through storage-" You begin fielding his rapidfire questions one at a time. "But to paraphrase: everyone who had a hand in their failed marriage would suffer like they did- that any love I had or will have from now on will wither before blooming.”

"Yikes. Sure sounds like a disgruntled ex-client would be the first place to look.”

“I… didn’t realize it would pass on to the wedding cakes I make…" You say, still absolutely gutted at the thought. “I hate to think something I made ruined someone’s wedding…”

“Hey, technically we don’t know if that's the case yet! It could all be a coincidence. But I'm guessing something happened to support the letter’s claim?"

"Yes." You clear your throat, trying to dislodge the sudden frog stuck there. "The day after I received the letter my… well. My ex-fiance left me with no warning."

"Oh no, I'm so sorry to hear that. Had you been together long?" 

"Eight years. He was my first boyfriend after I moved here. It was so sudden… things were normal- they were perfect. Or so I thought... Then just like that… He was gone. And so were all of our plans… I had to cancel everything. No refunds of course, but it wasn't even losing all the gold that hurt. It was hellish." You let out a shuddering sigh, realizing you're going off on a tangent. "Sorry, I probably shouldn't be making this interview into a therapy session…?"

"You go right ahead and spill as much as you need. I love tea."

You don’t need more encouragement than that to take the rare opportunity to vent. You find you continue to blab long after Kirby has finished their cupcake, them listening along attentively and responding with support or disgust where appropriate. They’re listening so intently, you’re not in a hurry to stop yourself.

"...Then all of our friends sided with him. Or at least it felt that way, since they all seemed to fall off right after…”

"Oh, that is so uncalled for!” Their ears flick in shared indignance before a grin finds its way back on to their face. “Don't worry, you'll see enough of me during this investigation, I'll be your new bestie by time we're done here. Especially if there’s cake like this is involved, haha-"

You laugh and nod, despite being skeptical of that claim. You don’t really think you even remember what it feels like to have a mutually supportive friendship at this point, so while it would be nice… you’re not holding your breath.

With that, Kirby tells you that they’ll be back the next day to start combing through your past client files, reassuring you when you question if it’s safe to keep selling cakes in the meantime. Then, like that, they’re off. And just in time, too, as it’s just about the time that customers tend to start turning up, and you still have a cake to finish frosting.

Hours later, you're finishing tidying up the back for the night. The colors of the end of sunset are staining the back window already.

It's been a long, eventful, emotionally draining day. You certainly didn't expect to bare your deeply personal relationship trauma to a stranger today. Kirby was very kind about everything, but still…Then, you got hit by an unexpected rush, on top of that.

Though, you have to admit that it was nice, not only having some validation of your curse being a real thing that is affecting your life, but being given a small glimmer of hope that it may be curable.

Usually you would throw yourself into work and relish not having to think about what happened to you at all. So, while having to talk about it felt a bit like picking at the open wound- in a way, you feel a tiny bit lighter having spoken to someone about it, even if you know that feeling won’t last.

After all, you can already start to feel the heavy sense of loss settling back in now that you’re alone again, a constant weight on your chest.

You're more than ready to go upstairs, relax and turn your brain off for the evening. Perhaps watch a program with people even more woefully unlucky in love than you are. Even if you’re doing it by yourself…

You glance at the clock.

Just six minutes until close…

And of course, that's when you hear the telltale jingle of a waiting order go off.

You heave a sigh. Then you stand up straight and wipe your floured hands on your apron, putting a customer service smile on, despite the fatigue. 

Walking out into the front of house, you see the culprit is already physically present. 

A gargoyle man dressed in a fine suit stands near the self-ordering kiosk, checking the watch on his wrist. The pink silk paisley of his tie charmingly matches the blush sheen of the quartz horns protruding from the tawny stoneskin of his forehead.

Immaculate grooming. Good posture. Excellent sense of style. 

Your love life may be an absolute trainwreck, but you’re relieved you can still recognize a handsome man when you see one, apparently.

"Hello there," You greet the well-dressed man in your shop, trying to keep voice sounding smooth and unfazed. "It'll only be a moment and I'll have your order together.”

“Hey, good evening. Take your time.”

A dazzling smile. And a nice voice too. 

You’re slightly weak in the knees.

You’re suffering as you meticulously pick his order out of the case, trying to convince yourself that you’d be this picky and only selecting the nicest looking cupcakes for any customer, not just the ones you find particularly attractive.

"Here you are, Carlyle, " You read his name off the screen and deftly seal up the bottom of the rosy pink paper box with a strip of tape before setting it back on the counter. "Can I get you anything else?"

"No, nothing more for me. Then again-" He squints at the chalkboard above you, and seemingly not finding the information he's seeking, adds: "Do you not serve coffee here…?"

"Ah, I'm afraid not. This is a cake shop, not really much of a cafe.”

“Too bad. It’s likely going to be an all-nighter, so I thought I’d get a pick-me-up beforehand.”

“Well- are you in a hurry?" You have a wild idea, and speak before thinking twice.

"I could not be." A small smirk plays on his lips, and his deep brown eyes glint with curiosity piqued. "It depends on the reason."

"Alright, you sit tight for a moment, will you? I'll be right back."

You duck into the back and up the stairs to your loft flat, and in a whirlwind prepare a regular cup of coffee in your single-serving machine. You blaze through the motions, muscle memory from going through your morning routine in a half-asleep haze shining through. You grab whatever mug is closest at hand and stare down the machine while it whirs and grinds, willing the two minutes to pass faster.

You hustle back down the stairs, pausing at the bottom landing to take a deep breath before emerging into the shopfront once more.

"Hope you don't mind storebrand," You lilt and slide the steaming mug over the counter to him, handle pointing towards him. "Be careful please, it's quite hot."

"Ah, it smells good." You cringe as he immediately takes a long sip from the still surely boiling hot beverage, before remembering a gargoyle's temperature tolerance is much different than your own. "I really appreciate it. However…" 

You tilt your head slightly, waiting for Carlyle to finish voicing his concern.

"Is your partner going to be okay with me using this mug?"

"My- wha- huh?" You babble in confusion before realizing that he's turned the mug's design to face you to illustrate his point.

WORLD'S BEST BOYFRIEND, the well-loved mug reads, the hand-glazed font bordered by multiple pink hearts.

Trevor made you that mug years ago, and you can’t bring yourself to throw it out. It used to be your favorite… And even now, after everything, it's still apparently the one you subconsciously reach for.

Your hand finds your face in utter mortification. You barely muster the courage to peek through the crack in your fingers.

"Oh. Oh, gosh. I- That’s-" You stumble over your words further, still flustered when you lower your hand. Then, you settle on keeping it simple instead of going into your own personal tragedy too deeply. "No, I'm single."

"Hmm." Carlyle seems to at least have the sense of mercy to not pry further. 

"W-Would you like cream or sugar?" You swiftly and blatantly change the subject. You can feel that your cheeks and ears are burning up. "Those I definitely have down here…"

"No, I prefer it this way. This is going to sound odd, all things considered, but I'm actually not a fan of sweets."

"Oh? But-" You pointedly glance at the box of cupcakes you just packed.

"I know, I know. It's for the rest of the team." He shrugs, shoving his free hand in his pocket and swirling the coffee in the mug like he's a sommelier. "It's been a difficult case, so I thought everyone could use a treat, then I somehow got roped into pick-up duty as well."

"I see…very kind of you. But why here, then?"

"The ladies are all crazy about this place." He grins. "Though now, I see why. Excellent service."

You can't help but smile at the praise. Thank heavens for Welp.

"So, what more do I owe you for this?" He gestures with the nearly empty mug.

"Oh, nothing! Consider it complimentary." You lean on the counter playfully. "But maybe you could come back sometime? I love a good challenge- and I bet I could find something sweet that you do like."

"Hahah- challenge accepted, then."

>> ✨ MASTERLIST >> ☕ KO-FI

#exophilia #monster lover #monster romance #monster x human #monster x reader #gargoyle x reader #gargoyle #male x male #mxm #mlm #male monster #male reader #series: something borrowed #oc: carlyle #oc: declan #nine of words

[xantchaslegacy]

It's no secret that MtG has a fair number of characters with BCGE (Big Catholic Girl Energy); Liliana, Thalia, Teysa, etc. For Easter, I'd like to spotlight one of MtG's earliest and lesser-known big catholic-energy girls: Helana, from the short story Dual Loyalties by Glen Vasey.

Helana is the adopted daughter of preacher who oversees a rural sun-worshiping church. She is an intelligent, well-read and devout (albeit sheltered) young woman who is steadfast in her dedication to the sun-goddess, her father, and the well-being (both spiritual and physical, via healing magic) of the small community they serve.

The tl;dr of her story is that her father is suddenly (though not unexpectedly) summoned by a planeswalker to aid in a fight against a rival 'walker, and during the battle ends up getting cast into hell (this is in keeping with a running theme of the short stories in Distant Planes, a book that could have been fairly re-titled as Oldwalkers are Sociopaths and Here's a Dozen Case Studies Showing Why). Helana, left in charge of the church, immediately takes off to find her father, armed only with gumption, faith, a few pearls of white mana (which the sun god and her nighttime counterpart, Gohrah periodically leave for the devout to find), and a celestial prism (which will turn out to be critical later on, since her knowledge of spellcasting is *extremely basic*, and limited to healing spells used to treat the church's small congregation).

(She's also accompanied in her journey by a flying miniature dog named Rorsa; he's not plot-critical, but a very fun element in the story)

At the battlefield where the 'walkers dueled, she meets Illith, a demon who was summoned for the same fight her father was taken away to participate in. Illith, needing a hostage to return safely to his home in hell (demonic bureaucracy, don't ask), but also fascinated and sympathetic to Helana despite himself, agrees to guide her to the castle of the archduke of hell who has her father prisoner. The exchanges between Illith and Helana are all quite interesting, and I've included a sliver below b/c I really like how their dialogue is done:

(Illith is, though never explicitly stated as such, clearly meant to be the demon depicted on the original art for Demonic Tutor, based on the descriptions of how he assists the wizards/ planeswalkers who summon his aid.)

What Helana does once in hell is nothing short of stunning. Starting with a group of dark dwarves, who she tranquilizes with a surgery-prep spell, she proceeds to take on several squads of black-aligned creatures using nothing but her instincts and a selection of white-aligned healing spells that do absolutely twisted things to the minions of hell. She uses a proliferation/virility spell to make a group of skeleton warriors copulate each other to pieces, a healing spell on zombies so their flesh grows back and causes them immense pain. A spell of charity to make a rag man give her its kneecap. A spell of compassion and self-reflection to cause (implied lethal) psychic damage to an archduke of hell.

The story ends happily, with Helana and her new demon frenemy having gotten what they wanted out of the foray into hell (she her father and he his previous scholarly position). Helana is left at the story's end to confront a new duality of loyalties that has blossomed over the course of the story - to the Sun, but also to Gohrah, Daughter of Night.

It's a very interesting short that touches on the complexity of B and W characters, as well as gives some fun illustrations on how different card mechanics would work in the in-universe fantasy setting.

Happy Easter ;)

#mtg #rambling thoughts #illith #helana

[fierceawakening]

As unlikely as I think it is we’ll ever actually get it, can the next Weird Unlikely Team Up Against Multiverse Threatening Evil be Everybody Including Phyrexians vs. The Eldrazi?

Random Zendikari, fighting off a drone from each titan’s lineage: The heck are YOU mechanical monsters doing here?

Random Phyrexian, killing one of said drones: Assisting you. If you wish, we can leave, fleshling.

Rz, stabbing a tendril-y dude trying to sneak up on the Phyrexian: No, I just mean… the last time you were here you were trying to commandeer the skyclaves into Turn Everyone Into You beacons or something. Now you’re here to help?

Rph, while gutting the remaining drone: You’re not the only beings in the multiverse who have need of unaltered mana. We just got back from a plane WITHOUT SUNS.

Rz, pursing their lips: Oooh. I really shouldn’t… feel bad for you, but I feel bad for you.

Rph, having no idea what to say to this, squinting with augmented eyes anywhere other than at the Zendikari: Three more drone squads are cresting the hill.

Rz, crouching and readying their weapon: On it.

They’re on a card.

[sensei-venus]

Late night got me randomly thinking about the whole Poly! Alpha!Daniel/✨Alpha!GirlCock!Amanda/Alpha!Johnny.

But mostly about the babies✨

Reader is trying to juggle all three borderline preschoolers still toddlers.

The twins, Sam and Robby are trying to do their own thing at the moment. Sam is trying to get away from her which isn’t going too well. She’s trying to shimmy her hand out of Reader’s and it isn’t going well.

Reader has a firm hold on her hand as she tries to run off into the dealership. The whole time Robby has made himself comfortable in his mama’s arms. Opting to quietly hang from his mothers side. Sitting on her hip the best he can with her new baby bump that was coming in.

They had tried to get him to stop and get out of the habit of hanging from her, but it was a ongoing learning process.

Miguel was the only one to not need any assistance. He chose to stay planted to her side as they walked into the dealership. He tried his best to not try and run to his other parent's office.

Reader groaned as she hurled Robby back onto her hip. Sam finally getting out of her hold the minute they got inside the building. She made a beeline for Amanda who was walking out of the office, Daniel and Johnny not far behind. She giggled and launched herself at the woman. Amanda was quick to bend down and grab the girl, lifting her up.

The three alphas walked over to the quickly tiring omega. Worn out from dealing with all three children along with her new pregnancy.

“ She definitely did not get that energy from me.” She sighs. Daniel laughs and Johnny chuckles. Amanda kisses all over the giggling girl's cheeks.

Miguel splits off from Reader to creep over to Johnny, wanting to be lifted up as well. Miguel was only slightly less verbal than Sam sometimes. Sometimes having a slight issue with asking for attention. Johnny was always quick to see through it and assure the boy. Johnny picked him up with ease, kissing him on the cheek while Daniel gave his dark curls a small tussle.

Robby just gave a small wave as he enjoyed having his mama to himself.

“How’s our girl doing? And our newest pup in there?” Daniel said as he walked over. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and one to Robby. She gave a small hum. His rich scent took over her and helped her to relax.

“We are doing great, besides giving me heartburn and super gnarly burps for the past two hours at least. I haven’t even been craving anything spicy.” She rolled her eyes. Her free hand came to rest on her bump. In only a few more weeks they would get to find out what they were having this time. Reader just felt lucky they didn’t have multiples again. Then again she really couldn’t definitively say anything.

This pregnancy was definitely pushing her buttons more than the first. New symptoms that weren’t there during her first were now popping up almost every other day.  Always keeping her on her toes.

“Now you promised me that we were taking the kids this week to Miyagi’s right? I don't want to go over and scare that poor man when we show up with three bouncing off-the-wall toddlers.” the last thing Reader wanted to do was show up to the poor older mana house and bother him with their energetic pups. Sam and Miguel were basically everywhere these days. Not being able to stand still for even a second. On some days Robby was just as bad.

Daniel smiled as he slowly started to usher her out. The two other alphas fall behind with the toddlers in hand.

Johnny walked a bit closer to her, shoving the other male to the side a little. Daniel rolled his eyes at the taller alpha. Reader bit back a yelp as a big hand creased ass from behind. Grabbing a hand full and giving it a hard squeeze. Johnny laughed saying huskily “Don't worry about it, Daniel made sure to set it up with the old man. We’re not gonna give him a heart attack or anything when we show up.” Amanda smirks over at them. The moment was short-lived as they finally got back to Reader’s car.

Reader huffed as they started to put the kids back into the car.

Robby was easy to shift back into his car seat. He whimpered for a moment as he was strapped in but stopped once he found his forgotten toy on the car floor. Sam and Miguel tried to fight their way out like usual.

Hating the fact they had to be restricted in a seat with a tight seatbelt. They tried to rip their way out. It didn't work as Johnny ended up putting them in, hissing at them. His alpha presents putting them in line quickly.

by the time all the pups were put in their respective seats, Reader was done.

Her back hurt and her feet ached.

Amanda noticed her clear change in posture and walked over. She was quick to kiss the omega and scent her. Mixing her thick scent with the must sweeter and more potent one of the stressed-out omega. She whispered out for a moment. A speck of relief filled her veins. 

“I'll drive, you rest.”

All Reader could do was lazily nod as she walked to the passenger side door.

The two other alphas gave them a small loving look before going to their own cars. They would be home soon, following them back to the house.

Reader slumped in her seat as Amanda drove them home. Telling the kids to quiet down in the back, that Mama was trying to sleep. Almost unbelievably, they actually did quiet down a bit. Talking amongst themselves in the back seat.

Reader smiled as she let her eyes flutter shut.

She wouldn't trade her alphas or her pups for anything else in this world. They were perfect, even if they did have some odd quirks here and there.

#cobra kai #cobra kai blog #cobra kai ask blog #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai imagine #poly daniel amanda and johnny #poly daniel/amanda/johnny #cobra kai a/o/b #alpha!daniel #alpha!amanda #girlcock!amanda #alpha!johnny #omega!reader #pregnant reader #twins!sam and robby #baby!miguel #tw a/b/o #a/b/o universe #a/b/o #a/b/o verse #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o mention

[sun-havenn]

I just found you and I am so happy about it. I've been obsessed with the game for about two months, but there is so little fan content compared to some other titles, so seeing someone do imagines and headcanons is super nice!

May I request prompt 51 „Are you trying to seduce me?“ - „Depends. Are you seducable?“ with Wesley? Please don’t feel like you have to or anything though; I'm just super happy to see more stuff around in general

Of course!!! I have to admit I'm not super close with Wesley yet in my own game, but I hope I did him justice!

After months in Nel'Vari, the elven city began to feel like a second home. It was a gorgeous place that still felt magical. You remained amazed by the crops, the plants, the fish, the animal, and certainly it's people.

Most had been happy to invite you in, if not just curious about who managed to find the elven city. A few people were hesitant, and a small handful seemed simply irritated by your existence.

One of those people was Wesley. It had been hard, especially since he was Elder Gorwin's assistant. You wanted him to like you. Elder Gorwin liked you, so why shouldn't his assistant?

Only recently, he'd started warming up to you, after Nivara's final lesson and you were glad for it. At first, you'd just wanted to be liked, but once he seemed to accept you in Nel'Vari, you began to like him, too. He was interesting, and while his values were what made him distrusting of you, the more you got to know him, the more they made sense and the more you could appreciate them.

Slowly, you became closer. You'd even call the two of you friends, especially since you found out how much he loves honey and you started bringing him fresh honey from your farm. Perhaps he would call you a friend, too.

Lately, you were beginning to doubt your feelings for Wesley were strickly platonically. You looked forward to every visit. So much so that you were more in Nel'Vari than in Sun haven, despite your work there piling up.

It was difficult to stay away, even though days in Nel'Vari were often slower. You liked seeing Wesley when you ran errands, and you liked to have the option to search him up for a chat or a shared drink in the tavern.

It was difficult to be away from him, because somehow, your mind always returned to him.

It was distracting and confusing, especially since you'd finally bumped your way up to 'friend'. Could you ever be more to him?

You began to think that you would like to be more than friends when you were farming, and your mind drifted to Wesley. Specifically to kissing Wesley. It was a thought that made you blush, and the possibility of Wesley kissing you made your head spin and your heart ache.

You wanted to kiss him, if only to see if it felt right. Your friendship was still so delicate, that the thought of flirting with Wesley made your heart pound and your palms sweat. But you knew it was up to him. Waiting for Wesley would mean waiting forever, and you could not spend so much time in uncertainty.

You could hardly say you had a 'plan', unless you called getting kinda drunk and trying to flirt a plan.

It was late one fall evening when you collected a few fresh pots of honey and flew to Nel'Vari. With confidence you didn't feel, you walked up to the tavern and ordered two honeydews. You finished one and took the second one to Wesley's table.

"I thought you were going to ignore me tonight," he said when you joined him.

"you're not that lucky," you said, offering him a smile. "But you're a little lucky. I brought you honey."

When you placed multiple jars on the table, his eyes got big. "Is there some sort of special occasion I forgot?" He asked, looking at the jars. You had to admit you'd outdone yourself. For Wesley, you always made the jars look nice, but this time you'd spent a couple of hours attaching flowers to the jar and infusing them with your own mana so they'd stay fresh.

"No, I just wanted to do something nice," you pushed the jars over to him, taking a long sip of your honeybrew before looking at him again.

Wesley truly looked amazing. His hair was a rich green, no matter the weather always clean and tamed. He smiled very little, but his features looked exceptional anyway. "Y/', You're looking at me funny."

You smiled, despite the nerves you' d felt coming in the tavern. It was just Wesley. You were friends. You liked him. He liked you. "I'm just looking at you, silly," he made a 'hmp' noise, but that wasn't enough for you. "I like looking at you."

You followed the statement with a big sip from your beverage, daring a glance at him over the edge of your cup. He was blushing. Welsey was actually blushing because of you.

Something fluttered in your stomach, and your breath caught for a moment. You had to tear your eyes away from him. "Well, I..." he tried to regain composure, but so did you.

"Need another drink? I'm buying." You took your empty cup and got ready to go to Slate.

Half mumbling, he accepted. When you joined him again, your hands were sweaty, and Wesley' s cheeks were still tinted. You wondered if that's a good sign.

"I've been meaning to ask you," you started, fingers tightening around your drink. "Have you ever dated someone? With being the next Elder and stuff."

He looked a little shocked, which was clear in the way his voice raised. "What kind of question is that? If you must know, I've always been incredibly busy. Too busy to worry myself with dating."

"Come on," you tried, attempting your best charm. "I can hardly believe no one's ever wanted to date you."

"Well, I don't- it's not like I go around to ask people that. Besides, I've never liked someone enough to care."

"Alright, Wes, you can calm down, it was just a question," you chuckled nervously. Was it obvious you were nervous? "I just ask because I know someone who's interested in... Dating you."

"Whoever told you that, you can tell them I'm not," he said, waving your story away. Had he really not understood what you meant? You thought you'd been clear in the way you spoke and looked and acted. "You're looking funny at me again." he said, at, which you gave him another look that you hoped explained the situation.

It took a long moment, but at, last, his eyes widened. "Oh, you're talking-you mean that you are-" he stopped for a moment. "Y/n, are you trying to seduce me?"

You laughed softly at the way he said it, some of your nerves dying. "Depends. Are you seductable?"

His face heated again, the blush spreading to the tips of his ears. "I- Well, no, but... Maybe for you, I'll make an exception."

You forgot how to breathe for a moment. That was a yes. At least a yes for you. Somehow, you hadn't expected it.

"That's... Great news," you smiled, uncertain what to do next. We're you supposed to ask him on a date? Just kiss him, maybe? No, you were both too flushed for it. "I'm sorry, I'm obviously thrilled, just a little unsure of what to do next. My wildest dreams never even made it to this point."

"You've been dreaming about me?"

"Daydreaming, yeah," you admitted, feeling strangely vulnerable admitting it. "Why do you think I've been in Nel'Vari so much? I just want to see you every day."

When you dated to glance up at him, he looked at loss for words. You felt the same, and opted for a shy smile.

"I'd certainly like to see you even more, too," he said softly, looking down at his hands. "Maybe you could come to my house tomorrow? We could enjoy these honeys together."

You felt a smile creep on your face. There was no stopping it, Wesley just asked you out. Wesley liked you the way you liked him. "It's a date."

#sun haven #sun haven imagine #sun haven wesley

[matau-the-228th]

Bionicle Mahiano AU Interlude: Teatime

Rahaga Vakama poured me a cup of tea without asking.

"So, Historian, what do you want to talk about today?"

I waited until the stream of hot water stops before I spoke. "Takua, I suppose."

The Rahaga paused for a brief moment before moving to pour his own cup. "He told me you yelled at him the other day."

Oh.

"I... I shouldn't have done that." I had look away from the Rahaga's eyes. I couldn't take seeing the pity in them. Not again. "I was... frustrated. And I lost control of my anger."

"...I know all too well about that, and certainly cannot blame you for losing control of it once or twice. But it can become a struggle to keep such a thing in check. No harm was done this time. In fact, I think Takua wants to be your assistant now more than ever."

Vakama waved a hand dismissively. "But let us not dwell on that. How is he doing? There is some room for improvement, of course, but I think he will get the hang of being the Chronicler. He's even gotten you to leave the Hall of Records."

I tensed up, feeling some sort of further implication behind his words. But I drank some of the tea and let the bitterness and fruity aroma cover the feeling. It was probably just my own self-doubt trying to claw its way into the front of my mind again.

"He's doing... fine, I guess." I clenched the cup in my hand. "Are you... sure it's wise for me to tell him the whole history? Not the abridged version you- we tell the rest of the Matoran?"

"Well, he is the Chronicler. How better for him to learn how to record and tell stories than by recounting our own?"

"Your own." I reflexively corrected out loud. No, that isn't right. Not really. "Sorry. It's just... how much of this is really... relevant to how we came to be on Mata Nui? Shouldn't we... cut out parts of the story?"

He frowned, an all-too familiar expression. I could even hear his words before he says them. "You were there too. Just because you are a Matoran does not mean you do not have a part to play in the history that has been and will be- no matter if it was in the past or will be the future, you are important!"

That's not what I meant. But I couldn't take the time to elaborate my thoughts before my feelings took over.

"Yeah, I got captured. Now I write down things that have already happened. End of story. Great big world-saving hero-quest."

"That's not the only thing you did."

"What, do you mean being a small nuisance to Dume's Vahki when you needed it most? Or do you mean when I caused some sort of crisis of faith in that Toa of Stone?"

The words came more freely now, uncorked after being bottled up for so long. "That somehow, just by existing, I made him 'see the light' and rebel against Tuyet? The very same thing that killed him? That part to play?"

Vakama's eyes widened, if only for a moment. Then he just... sighed.

"I see. So this is what you have been angry about."

"You and I are the only ones who saw what he did, what happened to him! Manas bones, Vakama! There's no body to entomb! Not even a mask to hang in the Mausoleum! Every single second of his last moments had to have been agony!"

"He would have stopped if he felt it was the right thing to do."

"And are you sure it was? That we couldn't have continued to fight?"

"...No. But there was nothing to be done! He put on the mask and used it, and ended the battle then and there. None of what he did is your fault. It was his decision. His sacrifice."

"But I spent so much time being dragged around the city by him! Spent so much time being protected by him! And not once did I stop to ask him why. How can you say that I couldn't have done-"

There was the sound of splintering as Vakama's hand crushed the bamboo cup he was holding, splattering the tea across the table.

"Because you could not have done anything!" His breath was ragged, trying to keep it tempered; Forcing himself to sound calm, even as small wisps of smoke puffed through is mouth. "I had the mask. I am the one who gave it to him. I am the only one who could have saved him. And even then...!"

Vakama grimaced, slowly speaking his thoughts like they burned his tongue. "Even then, I don't think he wanted to be saved."

His words hung in the air.

"I know it's... tempting. To try to be like him. To think that you have to sacrifice yourself in some way to honor him. I know that's why you've been hiding in the Hall of Records, or at least part of it. But don't. Don't be like him. Don't try to become a Toa. Because..."

He stopped, looking down at the crushed bamboo in his hand.

"...Because I'm not him." I said tentatively.

Vakama looked at me with an even more pained expression. He exhaled, doing his best to look me in the eyes, but his gaze seemed to keep slipping away.

"You are the only Matoran we truly saved, when we were Toa. Has... has that ever occurred to you? No one else is the same person they were before. Not really. They still live, but... all those connections to each other- to us- are just... gone. It was our duty... my duty, and..."

I didn't respond. Vakama looked so tired, so old. Old before his time.

That's right, I remember. I was built two cycles before he was. I'm older. Even if it's not by much.

The silence persisted, only the occasional sound of tea being sipped and poured breaking the oppressive noiselessness.

We sat in silence for a while, Vakama using the quiet to get another bamboo cup and pour himself more tea.

The Lhikan bell tolled, signaling that the sun has fully set, and that night had arrived in Ta-Koro.

"...Where did you leave off in your recounting of the past with Takua?"

"Rahaga... Toa Nuju had just finished his investigation of the Grand Temple of Tekoa, and he's learned a little out about Toa Nhidiki."

"So it would be Nokama's discovery of the artificial island in the Water Sector next, chronologically."

I shrug. "I think Takua wants to know how you six went from being Toa to Rahaga more, not this boring 'finding out the right way to be a Toa' stuff," I laughed a little, "No offense."

He smiled, giving own chuckle that sounded more like a ghekula toad croaking. "None taken. Though I would be willing to wager he's also wondering why you've been referring to yourself in the third person when telling the story!"

I leaned forward, smiling as well. "It's a bad habit I picked up from some story-telling Rahaga, I'm afraid."

And we both laughed and talked as we had not in ages long into the night.

#bionicle #mahiano #bionicle au #vakama #rahaga