#fuuuuuuuck aha.........

[deoidesign]

Can you tell who my favorite character is right now...

[undergroundjelly]

me when a characters death is significant to the plot and well written and timed but I still wish to see them happy:

[stygiansun-totaleclipse]

Yeye I love sibling dynamics and honestly siblings really hook me in a lot of stories and I just love them so much I wanted mc and their siblings to be really close 💗💖💛💜 (even tho I took them away sorry bout that (ᵕ—ᴗ—))

I know angst/problems are needed for a good story but FUCKING damn it MC'S SIBLINGS WHYYYYYYYYYYYY MUST YOU DO THIS 😭

But she’s also so very loving, shes just young and grieving, she’s lost too much ;-;

When authors act like the readers, but then they remember they're the author so they must go through the pain of tormenting their fav character for the sake of plot 😞 DAMN WHYYYYY

And so sorry I’m gonna make mc have to break their promise to her that they’d be here and help her with her budding foresight but it’s bc mc loves you bb plz 🙏💔💔🥺

HELP A ACTUALLY FORGOT SHE GETTING FORESIGHT. AND MC BREAKING THAT PROMISE? LIKE THE MULTIPLE PROMISES THEY MADE DURING THE WAR????? FUUUUUUUCK YOUUUUU (Still love you tho. My heart can't just take the potential angst 😭💔)

But mc will be able to talk to all their fam before they leave at the Thissys celebration/send off ceremony 👍👍 (and perchance Farah might have something for you…?)

Let me tell you when I want mc to give them a massive hug. FARAH IS GONNA GIVE SOMETHING??? GAH DAMMIT BRO 💔💔💔💔😭😭😭 I'M ALREADY SO SAD MC GOTTA LEAVE THEM AND YOU GOTTA MAKE FARAH GIVE MC A GIFT??? REMEMBRANCE BUT LIKE DAMN I MIGHT CRY 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Oooohhh, I might just rant about my MC at this point. AND I PROMISED, LIKE, 2? 3? IF BLOGS ALREADY FOR MY MC INFO. Help me 🥲

-Ryn

I know angst/problems are needed for a good story but FUCKING damn it MC'S SIBLINGS WHYYYYYYYYYYYY MUST YOU DO THIS 😭

it’s enrichment for me :)

here’s a picture of me in my cell basking in the Horrors I have inflicted upon ye. they keep me in a locked facility bc I am a danger to the public. this is all I have.

(but also yea. sorry. 😰💔)

HELP A ACTUALLY FORGOT SHE GETTING FORESIGHT. AND MC BREAKING THAT PROMISE? LIKE THE MULTIPLE PROMISES THEY MADE DURING THE WAR????? FUUUUUUUCK YOUUUUU (Still love you tho. My heart can't just take the potential angst 😭💔)

aha noice :) —I mean sorry :,(

But that’s good eats right there 👌 mc makin promises they didn’t know they’d have to break *grips desk* 💔💔 (fuck—I’m sorry Farah)

Let me tell you when I want mc to give them a massive hug. FARAH IS GONNA GIVE SOMETHING??? GAH DAMMIT BRO 💔💔💔💔😭😭😭 I'M ALREADY SO SAD MC GOTTA LEAVE THEM AND YOU GOTTA MAKE FARAH GIVE MC A GIFT??? REMEMBRANCE BUT LIKE DAMN I MIGHT CRY 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I’ll for sure let mc give everyone a crushing hug before they leave 💔👍 they can’t really say goodbye out loud but mc can at least do so quietly… ;-; ….and the hug meaning two different things to mc vs to their family…..💔💔

Farah has something for mc, but! you’ll be able to give baby sis something too 🎁❤️ and also to Nour :)

(And if you ever want to rant about your mc I am all freaking ears babeyyyyy 🫡🫡 I love hearing about your guys’ MCs 👍👍👍👍❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💖💖💖💖💖💖)

[dorimena]

Hello hello! Your blog is beautifully constructed. I hope there will be more dom reader blogs like yours in the future. If you aren’t busy could I please have g/n reader brat taming Bakugou or Shinsou? I’ll leave it up to you to decide. Remember to drink water!

Hello! Thank you! (´ ω `♡) I chose Bakugou, but I might do something similar for Shinsou later on huhu~ And thanks for the reminder! I hope you’re hydrated as well! ╰(*´︶`*)╯

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; bakugou katsuki

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 1.5k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; gender neutral reader, impact play (not too hard though), brat taming, crying, mentioned overstimulation, implied edge play, paddle, dom!reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; sex toy (cock ring), lowkey headcanon Bakugou being into impact play, some aftercare before round 2, mentioned safe word (cues like the traffic light colors), aged-up character, Bakugou is 18+

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; I hope you enjoy it notwhatiseem. I might’ve had to do some investigation, as I was unsure if my plan on how the story was going was a correct, or as correct, portrayal. Maybe in the near future Mr. Paddle will make a comeback-

𝕸𝖗. 𝕻𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖊

“Baby boy! What has gotten into you today?”

You scold Bakugou as he glares at you from the couch, arms crossed and body relaxed on the cushions as he tries not to show how his anger is making his body tremble.

Unlike you, because you’re quivering in anger, in utter disappointment with the stunt he decided to pull during the Bakusquad’s monthly game night.

It was a fun time, a casual time and place where everyone could leave behind their prohero responsibilities before somehow being dragged away to missions, patrols, paperwork, all the glorious hero work.

But Bakugou decided that this very night, in the very moment Kaminari ‘accidentally’ placed his hand on your thigh, that he’ll be a brat. A jealous brat, which is worse than his usual bratty behavior.

But he isn’t usually a brat? It’s confusing and a whiplash for you, not really expecting to punish him after months of him being so obedient, so nice, so docile with you and everything you wanted or needed.

“Answer me, Bakugou.”

Okay, that made him furrow his eyebrows in worry, wondering if he’s crossing a line, but that already happened the moment he began sassing back at you and insulting you. Not even playful banter, it was just outright rude and degrading.

He went against opening his mouth or talking in general, just huffing as he slouched a bit more into the couch, as if he wants the cushions to swallow him in or maybe he’s trying to keep riling up your mood.

“Sit up correctly.” You snapped, halting your pacing as you standing in front of him, hands on your hips as you take in his sitting position. He’s barely such a slouch; he’s taking this too far.

Or maybe you got too used to him being such a sweet baby boy that you forgot just how impatient you can sometimes get.

This is one of those times.

“You’re not gonna talk?”

He shakes his head. Well, at least he answered, but his posture remains the same.

Sighing, you leave the living room and head to the bedroom, rummaging through your closet to find- aha!

Bakugou, in the meantime, is trying not to let his nerves get to him, not wanting clammy palms and possibly causing more harm with his reactions. All he can hear is stuff being moved around in your shared bedroom and then hearing a small shout of victory.

But for what- wait, why the fuck did you take that out?!

“Alright, baby boy. I hope you remember Mr.Paddle. He will aid me in your punishment.”

No, no! Anything but the paddle! You’ve never used it, at all. Even if there were some close calls, you still never had it anywhere near his skin, or him. It was a gag gift you gave him out of the blue.

“No!” Bakugou yelled, getting on his feet as his arms fell on either side of him, eyes wide in shock and slight fear. How hard could you go with that? How bad will it hurt?

But your amused chuckle seems to make him even more confused. Aren’t you angry at him?

“So you speak when threatened, but not when spoken to nicely? I told you to sit correctly-”

“I will!”

“Baby boy.” Oh he’s done it. He interrupted you just as he was kind of redeeming himself.

Well, shit.

“I’m s-sorry…” He trailed off, slowly sitting down on the couch as he never loses eye contact with you, waiting to see if you’ll finally use the paddle or you’ll continue trying to talk things out.

But you made a good point: why does he only speak up when threatened with punishment instead of avoiding all of this anger?

“Baby boy. Today you’ve gotten bold with your actions and your words. But you’ve been terribly rude with Kaminari! Isn’t he your friend? What did he do wrong?”

You do know, but you wanted to hear it from him.

But Bakugou kept his silence, fidgeting on the seat as he battled his inner, mini Bakugous about the pros and cons of speaking up and answering.

The main pro is that he’ll be given attention.

The main con is that that attention will be given with the paddle.

Well, his pride be damned.

“He was touching you! I hate it when other people do!” He spoke out, voice raising in volume just a bit at the end, but he shyly whispered, “you of all people know how jealous I can get.”

“Oh~ so baby boy was jealous?”

He groaned, covering his face with his hands before taking them away in a flash, grimacing at how sweaty they are and how sweet it smells.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, goddamn it.”

“Language.”

He grumbled, pouting as he looked at you again, slowly averting his gaze to the paddle as it just stared back at him.

Why does he feel like even if he spoke, he’s going to get that touching him?

He was right after some time, his body moving forward with every hit you landed on his ass with the paddle, a cry of the number he’s on leaving his mouth as more drool lands on the bed, more tears wetting the sheets, more precum falling in stringy drips on the sheets.

He can’t even come to care about the rapidly dirty sheets, or even come to think about anything really. Not with how every smack he receives, the hornier he keeps getting. The tighter his hands grip the bed sheets, and if he were at least conscious with his actions, he would’ve heard fabric tearing up and smell a bit of burning.

Is he into this? Has he always been into this? Well, yes. But he didn’t think taking the paddle instead of your hand would be so much better.

God, please-

“H-harder! Please! H-hardeeeeer- ugh fuuuuuuuck.”

You snicker before rearing back into a serious expression.

“Excuse me? You’re not allowed to speak, baby. Keep counting.”

Bakugou groans before it ends in a sob, a weak ‘68’ coming out as you land the last spank on his bruising ass and a small ‘69’ squeaks out of his throat as he falls forward, face resting on a nearby pillow. And if you somehow catch his hips gyrate slowly against the bed and small, hoarse whines leave his body, you decide to ignore and let him come down from the high the way he usually does.

You’re quite surprised at how he hadn’t used his safe word, or any safe cues, within the spankings, and actually asked for you to go harder. But his bruises are enough to make you feel kind of bad, just a bit.

“You know,” you speak, throwing the paddle on the floor before rounding the bed, squatting to look at his tear stricken, blush decorated, sweat sticky face, “I knew you were a slut for impact play, but I didn’t think it’d be this much.”

Bakugou just mewls weakly, voice lost in his trance as he tried recollecting any thoughts of his, especially the coherent ones so he could speak. Even if they’re just curse words.

“Sh-shitty y-y/n…” He blinks a couple of times, trying to unblur his eyes with the tears that seem to stubbornly stay on his lash line.

“Th-think tha-at be ‘nough? Hah… y-yer cute.”

Blinking yourself, you stare as you shake your head. So he wants to act difficult today, huh?

“Oh baby, baby, baby. All you had to do was ask nicely instead of being mean to your friends. You know I would do anything to keep you happy, to please you.”

You reach to pet him, scratching his scalp as soothing as possible, watching as his eyes slowly come back to being sharp, the fuzz lingering leaving as his mouth twitches into a smile, a relaxed, serene smile as his once tense body slowly melts into the bed, the small shudders from the intensity of the situation for his body slowly disappearing as he lets out something close to a purr.

How cute, he thinks he’s off the hook.

“Since baby boy isn’t satisfied with what I gave him, guess I’ll just have to fuck the brattiness and attitude out of you, hm?”

You slowly lift your hand, standing up as you go back to the closet, leaving him with enough time to gather his thoughts back together and come to realize how you’ve tricked him, how you’re not even done yet, how he’s still gonna get punished.

But, he loves overstimulation? How is that punishing?

“Oh! Forgot to mention: you’ll be wearing this until I feel like taking it off, okay?”

And in his line of vision is his cock ring, the horrible toy that vibrates in teasing tempos and makes him pathetically cum, humiliating him. God he hates that fucking thing.

He growls lowly, as if he’d have a threat ready between his teeth, but then you flipped him over gently, the coolness of the sheets soothing his ass as you flick one of his nipples.

He whimpers, puffing his chest out more for you to keep playing with.

“What’s your color right now, Katsuki?”

“Green m-master.”

[clansocreations]

@leliesblou @scruggzi

Alrighty here goes nothing!

~~~

I love how the guys like I know that leg. That can only be one lady.

Yup. Knew it. Gosh some things never change

Hahahaha still as quick witted as ever

Oh! There's a bullet on the floor. Checkovs bullet.

Hear hear.

Gosh what an asshole

Oh she's got her gun back, the asshole don't know whats coming for him.

YEEEEEES AND THAT'S WHY WE LOVE HER

And bust out the kid on the way too!

Well that wasn't a very sturdy build was it

YESSSSSS AND THAT'S WHY WE LOVE HER

Omg train escape train escape

WHAT

What

LADY DETECTIVE WHAT

No?!

Omg omg them THEM THEM

OMG OMG COLLINS FAM PLUS ONE OMG SHE'S PREGNANT

Nah. She faked her death

Oh Jack. Oh. Oh he looks like shit. Oh Jack. She's not dead. She can't be dead, Jack.

Ohhhhh. You're gonna make me cry.

Oh and there's auntie Prudence.

OH MY GOSH ITS HER PLANE.

IT'S HER ITS HER I KNEW SHE WASNT DED.

WELL THATS ONE HECK OF AN ENTRANCE

No don't kiss bloody hell.

Uhhhhhhhh. Uhhhhhhhhhhhh. He's looking like a ghost. Uhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Well this do be awkward.

Oof.

Just hug him.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO JACK NO.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DON'T.

AH WELL. BACK TO THE

Aunt Prudence being aunt Prudence. Asjadjahdis

Oh yeah! Fence it to the man. You go show him! ALLEZ!

Oh now we getting into the m y s t e r y.

Ayayayayayayay this guy sus. The uncle sus.

Oh and that fellow also sus. Why are they all awake anyway?!

Are you awake? No!

Oh he's done with the shit. He's so done. Come on Jack.

AHAHAHAHAHA damn it Jack, you've never let her walk into danger alone if you knew about her getting into danger. You sure as heck won't this time.

AHA! THERE'S THE MAN. Knew it.

OH WHAT THE FUUUUUUUCK

Bloody hell he's dead!

Yes we, you're part of this now Jack. Yes

Lmao. We love them.

Phryne like 👀 what this.

Fahnenflucht? What like he quit the military without permission?

Jack just like nope I'm not having it.

Oh someone is pissed but who is it. Damn.

SHE IS WHAT.

She

Is

MARRIED

Okay so that's why he's pissed.

Damn. *Sigh*

Oh they do the 'Du' now. After so long.

I love them so much.

And of course the professor is still a flirt. Jack like 😐😐

Oooooooooooo what is the crypt of tears.

Oh we talking. Oh GODDAMN.

This is some epic shit here.

Well timed lightning strike for flair. Very mysterious.

Jack like, oh wtf why is it always her getting into this shit.

NO JACK

Fire!!!!!!!!!!!!

ES BRENNT ES BRENNT GO THE WTF

Oh. Oh no.

Wtf he go. Where he go

YES HE DIDN'T GET THE MACGUFFIN

Oh it was her mum's was it.

Jack being like I'm so sorry Ma'am.

Oh she's got a thing

She has a thing.

Omg that looks like the fucking golden compass from Dark Materials.

Miss Fisher and the heist movie. That's why we love her. First make sure no one is in the room then sneak in and do some light snooping.

Told ya the uncle sus. He sus.

Railways?! Huh?

OH NO HE IS BACK OH NO.

Oh window escape. Classic. Oh no she's been sussed out by Mr. Sus.

Hahaha! She standing on the windowsill like 🧍

NO DONT SHOW HIM THE MCGUFFIN

Oh no

Oh no.

They all got shot.

That was no sandstorm

Oh fuck. Poor girl. Poor little girl.

I love the music. Thars some swing right there.

Omg Jack is wearing a tophat. He looks ridiculous 😂

Yes! Dance! YES THEY DO. SNOOPING NWJILE DANCING. love the music.

Snooping while dancing. That's why we love them.

A gentleman's agreement lmao. Oof. You're too drunk, sir.

So much for that. Uh-oh

And there's the asshole from the beginning.

AND SOMEONE DEAD. OH. OH NO.

It's the uncle.

What the heck kinda gun is that.

"Wherever you go trouble follows"

"it's the other way around"

That's why we love her.

I like the butler.

Oh some serious deducting going on.

OH MY GOD THAT THING IS FUCKING BLOODY MASSIVE. ITS HUGE. ITS SO LARGE.

Threatening to shoot him in the foot lmaoooo

Aww Jack. He's like, DONT LEAVE ME AGAIN. What do I do if you don't come back?!

And so he's allowed to come.

Wait if they didn't give him the British pounds...where *are* they from

Ew. Gross. Sir.

Never bring a blade against three pistols yahaha.

As if you ever need my help

(ten seconds later)

Uhhh Jack? I need your help

OH MY GOD THIS IS HILARIOUS

Omg she married a gay man?!

She married a gay man to save his life! That's why we love her.

Jonathan is saying bullshit.

And she's having nightmares...?

Oh! Oh! They found it.

Eclipse is almost there too. No good no good.

Oh this is epic.

Oh is that her mother there.

OH NO IT WAS JONATHAN.

Crap in a cracker that's why he volunteered.

Oh SHUT THE FUCK UP SIR.

NO

No

No way. It was

THE MOTHER FUCKING BUTLER?!!?!??

I did not see that bloody coming.

Until like five seconds before the reveal.

I'll admit I did not see that bloody coming.

Hurray! Happy end! Kinda. Now for the epilogue.

Ohhhhhh I get it now.

Awww I'm glad.

Jack like oh no not again. Put the gun down pls.

LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE. HE SHOT IN THE AIR I SAW.

Oh my gosh. OH MY GOSH. It's happening again. FOR FUCKS SAKE JUST KISS ALREADY. oh my GOD THEY'RE SO FUCKING CUTE.

THEY FINALLY SAID I LOVE YOU OH MY GOD.FUCKING FINALLY THE SLOWEST SLOW BURN EVER. AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

Folks. This was a good end. Or ....was it? Set up for a sequel? Also she's technically a widow now sooooooooooooo.......

Oh my gosh fucking epic.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH THE ONLY TV SHOW WHERE ROMANCE IS TOLERABLE.

[gonbeanengr]

Day 3 | November 13, 2021

Margaritas, Drip Coffee, & Third Year Textbooks

prompt

Have you experienced burnout from studying? How did you handle it?

short answer:

Fuuuuuuuck yeah. Right now. How I handled it? I forced myself to stare at the pain, face it head on, and fight it in an attempt to slay it gloriously. I did stop and take a break- forced to, really, out of sheer fatigue and general apathy- then I returned to continue slowly but steadily getting through university. There's nothing else I can do. Just, fuckin', go and do my work. I have something I want to accomplish- if this is what I have to suffer, then I'll fucking do it. This isn't for anyone's sake but mine. I chose this life, and I won't half-ass it. Even if I have to get through all this agony, it won't last forever. My actions and what I will accomplish, however, will resound my entire life.

long answer:

Separate post! Also...beware? (So much swearing;;;)

music

more metal (kostolom is addicting, damn)

some classical (everyone knows Shostakovich's Waltz No. 2 but the Lyric Waltz from the same jazz suite is underrated!)

accomplished

report 2 M2U3 (chem lec) | progress

hw 13 & 14 (maths) | progress

to finish

plate 2, 5, & 6 (enggdraw) | late

reports, M2U3&4 (chem lec) | late

hw 13 & 14 (maths) | late

task 4 (vis art) | late

general thoughts

The scope of our chem lecture subject during midterms covered material science engineering, specifically on the topics of polymers and nano-materials- amazing topics! (The relevance to Formula 1 AAAAAA-) The only problem is that because I spent so much time reading a bunch and getting excited over learning about all the advances in this field of engineering, I've...been having trouble putting it all in one succinct report. And the report is now two weeks late. And...it's also the end of midterms. (I'm fucked.) The questions were simple:

"What are the polymers and nano-materials used in your field of study? How are they being employed? Discuss the significance of their creation or discovery in the future breakthroughs in the engineering field of your interest."

Also:

"Research on recent innovations or discoveries. Discuss only the salient points of this innovation or discovery. What is its significance? What are your thoughts about it? Would you venture on polymers and nano-materials as well based on this? Why or why not?"

I'm in mechatronics. Do you know how little those questions narrow it down? If it moves because of 0's and 1's and a shit ton of wires, then it's in my "engineering field of interest". Aka...almost everything in the modern world.

So I freaked out about it and...mom suggested I go along with her and her siblings to the mall for a little while. Her younger sister is a professor at a business school and her younger brother a former math prof at my engineering school. Both agreed that I should take a break. I wasn't visibly breaking down; my mom's words were, "You look kind of relaxed despite your workload, actually..." (I was flattered. Didn't realise I wore stress so well.) But they brought me out anyway. I got not one but two margaritas. We ordered onion rings, calamari, and chicken fillets too. Ah! Nearly forgot: and a basket of unlimited nachos. Hells yeah. The cheese dip was beautiful.

We went to get coffee afterwards (also great) and...now I'm not feeling so burnt out. The alcohol? Not sure. I tasted the liquor, right, but didn't really feel the effects- besides feeling rather sleepy before I drank the coffee. I'd never had a margarita because I'm more of a beer person, but there were nachos and I wanted them...and none of my friends drink either. They're all coffee people! So this is the greatest event of college drinking I've ever experienced thus far, aha. (Love you mom! <3)

It's pretty late now and I might pull an all-nighter to finish my chem report, but I don't think it'll be as soul-crushing as it has been recently. Liquid courage? Or more caffeine courage. Yeah. And metal!

LET'S FUCKIN' GOOOOO-

[demimonde-semigoddess]

Complaining about anxiety, no need to read.

Real talk, hypochondriasis fuuuuuuucking sucks. It's just this horrific cycle, like: First, you notice some minor issue that could be a sign of something really serious, but probably isn't. Then you talk yourself out of that line of thinking because it's probably just allergies or other external factors (or a health issue that is real but will go away on its own). But what if it’s a “boy who cried wolf” situation?

And then, you think. Aha. But I know I have this problem caused by my anxiety. From here, the path branches. This can loop back to the initial concerned state, or you can start trying to distract yourself. Distraction can be effective, but it doesn’t stop you from relapsing, which is especially likely if the trigger for these worries is common (ie using the bathroom, coughing, etc) or if you have a real, minor issue that you’re worried about.

Except now it’s a pandemic.

[kanashiminokami]

upupupupu

it hurts so much aha. but like ????? ????? Lmaoooo

really I hope this is good fun, and I only want to wish good things for him.

But ówò it hurts. I wanted him to myself, and more than that I wanted to make him happy, but ultimately I couldn't (which is ofc my own fault) but what the fuuuuuuuck

I wish he would come back. But I wouldn't be able to do anything.

I want to cuddle and just touchy touch but of course how can I comfortably do that knowing how uncomfortable unhappy and just generally shitty I make him feel lol

Of course not in the "ah I miss what was" way but more like the "why is this slime ball piece of shit chickenhead touching me like she means something?" aha

I'm not sad because it's a relief not having to think about "that" anymore but I'm just :'D miss you sorry please don't go amongst other things

I'm sad to have been punished for being sad/numb

I'm happy to have been punished for not being "genuine"

But ultimately I'm sad. I don't like feelings for other people. and if I were to kill myself I couldn't because I'd want to send him my heart

[theunnamedlizardrogue]

Books! - Chap 1

Backstory: So, I got really attached to a D&D character I made about a year ago, and the first day of January, the DM abandoned ship for disclosed reasons. To account for this. I decided to take up writing, to itch all that missing character development

Chapter 1: Corn starch A bouncer stands at his post, the cordial party held by the noble underway. The white brick accentuates the wealth here and the aristocrats walking about would make the colour brown stick out like a saw thumb. The door leading into the party is ornate and gigantic, approximately the size of 2 men and more gold than a bank. Money couldn’t be burnt in more useless ways than literally burning it. The lizard wanders up, looking his best to act casual; as much as one could be when a bipedal reptilian is in the middle of a group of humans and elves. He slyly slinks towards the bouncer and quietly whispers “Corn starch” The guard looks in confusion. The lizard realises this isn’t the contact, but an actual bouncer. He takes a step back to think to himself. Godsdamn it, Snakes fed him false info. Time to improvise. He distorts his voice and puts on a fake accent he’s never heard “My mistake. Friend tell me Corn starch secret access code to ball. I invited and thought ‘No, that not make sense.’ But he insist and I thought human custom.” The guard looks even more confused. While the guard’s processing the situation, the lizard notices the line behind him, the crowd are getting annoyed at the wait. This could work to his advantage. “I am Ackl-Snarr. Lizardfolk… ambassador? That is what human with brown hair say. Noble host give good negotiation and worldwide peace in exchange for warm rock and women” The poor sod finally speaks. “An ambassador? What ambassador wears a scarf and a hood?” “Scarf?! I have you know this efficient battle garb for enemies! Blood absorbed to not get on precious scales and sneaky like fox as enemy think normal clothing inappropriate for war. You offend me with human custom.” “Right… Sir. I’m sorry, but I require a letter of invitation”. “YOU DARE REFUSE ACKL-SNARR?”. Whilst the lizard might be drawing more and more attention to himself, it’s certainly for the right reasons. “No, I ne-“ “YOU WANT TELL NOBLE YOU RESPONSIBLE FOR DESTROYAL OF HUMANS BY SCALY HANDS? I SPIT ON YOUR HATCHLINGS WHEN THEY PILE OF ASH” With a resigned sigh, the door is opened to the lizard. Looks like most people aren’t willing to be responsible for severance of diplomatic relations, even more so when the upper class are waiting, though Lizardfolk aren’t even a nation in this country.

The place is filled with more guests than he expected, and much more wine. The decorum is… elegant. To be expected, of course. The lizard takes a second to stare at the marble staircase, the marble statues, the marble tables, marble… There’s a lot of marble. Whilst his eyes wander, he looks at the other guests at this party. Shit. Masks. So many masks. This is a masquerade. Yes. Masquerade. Masks. Everyone… has masks. Yep. Alright. Perfect. Okay, let’s calm down. The lizard considers exiting the mansion and running, but he just talked his way through the bouncer earlier so it’d look embarrassing if “Ackle-Snarr” decided that he’d be intimidated by simple masks. However, minor phobias aside, does the lizard really need a mask? The noble in question, Alexander Covingtree, is supposedly getting ready for an event in three hours. There’s plenty of time to go up to his room and talk to him abo- “Have you heard? Alexander is going to start greeting the guest members!” two nobles chirped behind him. One of them, a woman wearing a crow mask responds “Oh how wonderful. He truly is a spectacular host!” The lizard is quietly muttering every known swearword to man, elf and dwarf. This is a test, he guesses. Either that or a practical joke. Knowing Snakes, it was probably both. The last few jobs had been rather simple, so Snakes might have just been trying to sharpen the lizard’s resolve. It’s a little touching that his father had that much faith in him, but it’s a bloody pain trying to do this.

The lizard realises he needs to focus on the task at hand, a mask. It needs to be long enough to account for his muzzle. Though it’d be effective enough just to grab a half-mask, the whole ‘being a lizard’ thing would be noticeable.

A man nearby is drinking a rather lot of wine, his mask is perfect. Designed after a fox, but the snout itself is long enough for it to be used by The lizard. The lizard hopes the mask doesn’t stink of alcohol. … And from the noises the man’s making, let’s make sure it doesn’t stink of anything else as well. The lizard runs to the masked noble, feigning care for the poor soul who thought it best to drink six glasses of rosé. He lifts off the mask and pulls him away, to a Fern plant in one of the corridors. It lasts for a little too long. The guy passes out after he’s done releasing his stomach and the lizard tries to place him delicately on a chair. Mission completed, he dons the masks and shudders a little. He pulls up his hood, hiding the scaly back of his head. Leaving the corridor, a companion of the drunkard notices the mask and calls out to the lizard, “Hey! You there! That was my friend’s mask.” The lizard responds promptly. “Ah, I have forgotten my own this evening, and I thought it a personal challenge to acquire a mask at the party. After all, who doesn’t disagree to a little excitement every once in a while?” The man laughs, “Indeed, sometimes a little bit of debauchery can spice up our lives. Just give it back to him when you’re done, alright? You have no idea how much he paid for it, custom made, they say!” The lizard nods. “That sounds for a rousing tale! But I give my deepest apologies, I’m in a tinsy bit of a rush”. He’d have to satisfy his curiosity another time. He goes back to scanning the room, seeing if Covingtree has arrived yet.

Aha! The lizard spots Alexander walking down. Covingtree has straight brown hair, is clean shaven and looks rather young, approximately seven years older than the seventeen-year-old lizard. Best guess would be the Alex has inherited the money that he used for this mansion. It’s obvious that the place wasn’t designed in mind of someone in their forties, so what would be the reason that Alexander has his own mansion at such a young age? Parents are either extremely rich, or the Covingtree must have had a few deaths in their lineage. Someone bumps into the lizard and he’s brought back to reality yet again, he’s got to stop doing that. Alexander’s one for theatrics. He’s holding his mask as he’s walking down the stairs, just so he can put it on with a flourish. He takes a bow when he reaches the bottom, and the crowd let out a cheer in his health. The lizard is admittedly impressed.

Now how does one approach this? Alex wanders around, shaking hands. The lizard needs to get Alex alone by himself. An idea sparks, but it’s as risky as swallowing a dirty knife. Normally this would work with a Lord’s wife, not the Lord himself. He struts towards Alexander. The lizard seems confident, probably the mask, he guesses. Something about anonymity? He read it in a book once… Well, Twice. Alexander’s taken notice now. With a quick inhale, the lizard bows, similar to how Alex did earlier. He offers his hand out for a dance. Alex is taken aback, but he accepts.

Alex is obviously not used to being a follow, he instinctually looks down as soon as they start. As they dance together, there’s a small trip. It’s hard to tell who caused it, but the lizard’s footwork kept them upright and attempts to mask it through a spin. the crowd didn’t seem to notice. Perfect. A few minutes in, the lizard notices he’s trying to impress the audience with his dancing. It’s the mask. Probably.

The crowd let out another cheer, this is the lizard’s chance. He takes Alex by the hand and points up the stairs. Alex takes a second to look into the mask’s eyes and awkwardly nods. The lizard’s seen it before, Alex’s interested in the mystery of the man behind the mask. As they retreat upstairs, He swears he heard someone whistle.

In Alex’s master bedroom. The lizard, with a sigh of relief, takes off the mask. Alex seems a little surprised to find out the lizard’s identity, predictably. The lizard begins. “Okay, great. This was much more difficult than I thought it would be.” The lizard looks out the doorway “Were you on the guest list?” “No, I had faked my way in pretending to be an ambassador for Lizardfolk. Gave your bouncer outside a particularly tough time. More importantly, I’m here representing an individual named ‘Skirt of Snakes’, are you familiar with him?” There’s a quick pause. “Not particularly, sorry.” Alex takes the time to relax on his bed. “Ah, alright.” The lizard sighs to himself, Snakes misinformed him yet again. “We’re part of the rogues found here in this city. We’d like to request assistance with infiltrating the Slater residence.” “What would I gain from such a bargain? You seemed to do fine with entering the party.” “Yeees, but it’s going to be done in the dead of the night, looting everything that isn’t nailed down. We’d like to make this as easy as possible.” The lizard just realised he gave information to a man he hadn’t fully convinced. Fuck. “I could report you to the guards for what you’re telling me.” Fuuuuuuuck. “Come now, it’d be bad manners to imprison a dance partner.” The lizard lets out a smirk and continues. “If you help us out, we’d pin the blame on Samuel Hagan, stating that he bought off rogues to steal Mr Slater’s valuables. This would cause an uproar, discrediting his name. Meanwhile, you can snatch up his land.” Samuel had been known for being an… unsavoury sort. The lizard’s band of rogues have been trying to expose his corruption for months. “Tempting. I’ll consider this.” Alex seems deep in thought, it’s an opportunity few would refuse, after all. “Perfect, I’ll notify my crew and tell someone to meet you three days from now. We’ll leave a note outside your door for details.” As the lizard stands to leave the bedroom, donning his mask, Alex dons his earlier tone “Care to stay for wine?” “Maybe another time, you’ve got to be a good host after all.” The lizard winks and leaves.

He can’t believe any of that worked.

Chapter 2: https://theunnamedlizardrogue.tumblr.com/post/172107548441/chapter-2-feline-good

[questionsimafraidtoask]

Father time as I break into his temple:

Ah, young man, what wisdom do you seek.

Me: *kills him*