#MY SLAY???? HUMONGOUS

[brine-in-my-eyes]

thunder and lightning are yuri couple. idk why no one has said it yet (fro mmy searches). also thunder called lightning dear once and im not gonna check the subtitles to see if i heard it correctly

[ashmp3]

do you guys know how much i love to dress up i love a good masquerade. In serbia we don’t celebrate halloween and okay this is very leo moon assertive leader of me but. when i was 8th grade my class voted me to be our representative and okay i go to the meeting and they are all talking about fucking Renovating bathrooms and i’m bored so i say “can we make a halloween party please” idea is shut down immediately (it’s sveti luka not halloween america brainwashed you). but if i am anything it’s persistent so i push and push and in the end? We made first and last halloween party our school ever held LMFAO in a gym building and it was a HUGE success ppl donated so much money everyone dressed up we had food and drinks and a fashion show. people from other schools came it was so much fun like truly sometimes u gotta take matters into ur own hands. Even when everyone (except one boy that liked me 😭 wrote me my first love letter for valentine’s day anyway) is a hater!!!!

[whatareyoudoingwithamaserati]

RESTOCKED ON MY CORPSE PAINT MAKEUP TODAY HUGE WIN!!!!!!!!

[mudstoneabyss]

can you make a list of your top indie horror game recs ::3

yeah! so these wont be in order of what i like the most, they're just going to be here in whatever order I think of them. i'm also trying to go with what I think are more lesser-known ones, and if one is more popular it'll because I think it's one people write off that are actually good. as i'm writing this i'm going back up to say the descriptions for these will become less detailed because i got tired and cant keep repeating the art!! the atmosphere!!

Scarlet Hollow: A heavily choice-based horror mystery visual novel about going back to Scarlet Hollow- a small town in south historically ran by your family- for the funeral of your late aunt. its episodic and there are currently only 4 of the 7 episodes out. even with just them it is my favorite game. I love the writing and the art and the whole atmosphere of the game AND the soundtrack brought Brandon Boone (the composer) into my top 5 artists in my spotify wrapped last year

Slay the Princess: Another choice-based horror visual novel (and dating sim!) by the creators of Scarlet Hollow where you are tasked with, well, slaying the princess to prevent the destruction of the entire world. It's only a demo right now-releasing q3 of this year- but I'm excited for the whole game! my selling point for it with my followers is that the narrator (and some other characters) are voiced by Jonny Sims and hey podcast fans you like him check out this game

Endacopia: A click and point horror game inspired by Humongous Entertainment games such as Pajama Sam. Currently also a demo and set to release in October of 2024, I can not emphasize enough how excited I am for it. The game's style is so fun and there's lots of little details and the music??? There's two musical numbers in the demo alone. Some of the style and writing also reminds me of Undertale and even Homestuck somewhat (I say as someone who hasn't read homestuck)

FAITH: The Unholy Trinity: This is an 8-bit style horror game inspired by the 1980s Satanic Scare coming in 3 chapters with multiple endings, a very good example of games not needing high-end realistic graphics to be scary

Doki Doki Literature Club: Glances at my icon. who could've seen this one coming. I feel like most people know about ddlc by now, even if they don't know anything past "horror anime dating sim". It starts off for a long while a seemingly normal, if bland, visual novel dating sim until-seemingly suddenly- twisting into psychological horror. There's, however, a lot of foreshadowing once you see the beginning again after knowing what will happen. Honestly I think this games brilliant and its such a shame it somehow got lumped in with "cringe" mascot horror (its not even a mascot horror game?). For me a lot of the horror comes from the amount of scares left up to a random percentage- and how subtle a lot of them are. You can replay it and have a fairly different experience than you did the first time- and be scared by completely new things. There's also this existential and cosmic horror element that is less one you experience while playing it, i think, and more thinking about it afterwards. This isn't even touching on a lot of the secrets and easter eggs. a few years after the original game came out, Doki Doki Literature Club Plus was released, and it leaves the og game experience essentially untouched while adding a new vn experience the length of the og game (thats seemingly horror-less) as well as some more lore to the world, not of the game, but around the game, and builds more on the existential/cosmic horror. Needless to say from the length of this, I adore this game. also take the content warnings seriously, in the (free) og the game opens with warnings and a link to a page with specific tws, and in ddlc+ you are given the options to see those warnings listed before starting the game, as well as the ability to turn on tw pop-ups before game events

Home Safety Hotline: Also currently a demo, a horror game where you work for a home safety hotline, answering calls to help people deal with pests and other household problems. as the game progresses you get some more... off-putting calls and access to more unusual problems. I love games that put you into the role of someone who works a mundane job dealing with horrifying shit (similar reasoning to why I like the I'm On Observation Duty games, which I think are more popular rn than I want to put on this list)

NiGHT SIGNAL: By the same creator of Home Safety Hotline, this one's a short one about getting a new tv set and finding some strange channels during the night, inspired by The Twilight Zone and a 1995 game, The Dark Eye. A lot of the art in the game is done with clay which creates this really nice uncanny look and atmosphere- details about which you can see in an artbook you unlock after playing the game, which is REALLY cool I adore seeing the creativity behind and what goes into games like these.

and there's a bunch more I like, these are just the ones off the top of my head and I also dont feel like typing a bunch more dfnafnsk I'll also say if yall haves one you really like that I havent mentioned feel free to send an ask talking about them

[katwritesshit]

oh. my. god.

I FOUND THE ORIGINAL TBD FROM 2019 IM CRYING WHYS IT SO BADDDDD

tw for absolutely atrocious writing and 9 almost 10 year old me thinking shes the shit

The Black             Dragon   1 

By (redacted)

Prologue 

Once upon a time there was a magical land.This land went by the name of Erada. In Erada there were races, magic and things we haven't even dreamed about. In it, there were four kingdoms, but now three. One was destroyed in a battle with the other continents. The others were terrorised by The Black Dragon. And this is where our story begins... 

CHAPTER 1 

In the third kingdom,Princess Nicky decided to slay The Black Dragon.It was rumored to be impossible. Nobody ever came back alive .But when Nicky decided to do something,she did it.She packed her bags,and quietly left the Castle.She wrote a note to her brother,Jay.She walked through the halls of the castle.She left no trace except for that note.She brought only a pack of food along with her. 

CHAPTER 2 

Jay woke up searching for Nicky .After about 5 minutes of searching he found a handwritten note. Jay, gone to slay the dragon:love Nicky. ”Oh Nicky,”sighed Jay.”When will you ever learn.” So he set out to assist her.Through the castle, down these stairs,past the river.He walked tentatively through the woods.Then he realised he had forgotten food.He stabbed a nearby rabbit and roasted it on a spit.Poor rabbit.He continued on to pursue his sister. 

CHAPTER 3

 After many sleepless nights, Nicky arrived at Owls reach,or at least what was left of it. ”Nicky! Are you crazy!” Nicky turned around. ”Hello Jay!” she replied in an innocent voice,like she hadn't done anything. ”You're lucky I don't strangle you!” They continued down the road, kicking stones into the grass.When they reached the lair Nicky suggested Jay go first.He climbs up the mound of rocks in front of the cave. The biggest boulder on top slips and hits him square in the chest. He falls back to the ground.His breathing becomes hollow. 

CHAPTER 4

 “We should see the wizard.” said Nicky hurriedly. ”Nicky.” Said Jay softly.”I can’t”. Nicky immediately knew something was wrong.”Jay,”She whispered. She pressed her head against his chest. Nothing.”HELP”She cried.Suddenly The Wizard came carrying a scroll and a gleaming green potion.The Wizard forced the potion down his throat.Jay gasped for air.”Jay I hate you sooooo much.”Said Nicky. ”Wow.Nicky, I JUST CAME BACK FROM THE DEAD!!!!”His voice rose.”Oh, Nicky did I mention you alone can slay the dragon.”Said the Wizard. ”What!” Screamed Jay.Nicky’́s face went pale. CHAPTER 5 

Nicky got on her brother’s armour,helmet,and sword.She could almost make out her life flashing before her eyes.She progressed through the smoke generated by the dragon.The dragon arose. ”It’s now or never.” Sighed Nicky. She charged toward the dragon.She flung her sword;the dragon spewed magma.At one point Nicky blinded the dragon with her sword .The dragon roared in agony.Magma wore down her boots.Just when it looked like Nicky was going to get covered in magma , a force pushed her out of the way.It was her brother,determined to save his sister;heir to the throne.He stabbed the monster right in the heart with a silver dagger.Although it meant perishing in the process. Where he found it was a mystery.

 CHAPTER 6 

When Nicky arrived home a humongous party awaited her.The kingdom held a traditional funeral cerimonies.One for Jay ,who died during the battle. 5 years later Nicky had won a fiery debate between her sister. When Nicky arrived at the castle, she had been showered by thank you ́s and gifts.Her brother would have wanted her to move on her quest to unite the solitare kingdoms.So she did.But still, by age 21 she hadn't  forgotten that long ago day.Neither had her kingdom.But she was older now, married,2 children to care for.She couldn't leave again. Not now. Not today.”Thank you”She whispered into the sky,where surely,her brother was watching her.”, for everything.”

 END OF BOOK 1

...

End Notes ::

1. i forgot Erida was originally spelt Erada what the fuckkk....

2. NICKY AND JAY IM FUCKING- NIKITA, ELIAS IM SO SORRY omggg

3. badass fmc settles down even though she clearly doesnt want to trope... eugh

4. SHE WAS STRAIGHT OMG

5. onky 2 kids????? damn

6. grammar? i didnt know her

7. NO KORAKI. NO SILAS. NO ADONIS. WTF IS THIS.

8. love the deus ex machina w the knife (sarcasm. i wanna kms.)

9. wizard?????? why???????????

[autistic-daniil-dankovsky]

Sorry for the late reply, I was not only busy, but lost my prior ask, haha. This is about the bad translation from Treehouse recently in their recent book, Legacy of Archanea.

"About a hundred years ago during the early days of humanity, vicious demons descended on the people of Archanea and attacked viciously, pushing the humans to the brink of extinction. The surviving humans desperately pray to all their gods to save them."

"A new god arrives to help them, Naga, a Giant Man with a magic Sword and Shield. Naga slays the evil Devils and  then he returns to Heaven, as thanks he becomes one of the many minor gods humans worship with worship of Naga mainly taking place in temple of Raman."

Here is the Japanese version from chapter 7 of Mystery of the Emblem.

"The humans of the land were hit by an onslaught of demons and faced extinction. The humans pray to the one Goddess, Naga for help." 

"Naga sends down a Humongous Warrior with a magic sword and shield to do her bidding. The Giant slays the evil Devils and returns to Naga. The people love Naga and she is their only one and only Goddess."

And this is the localized version from treehouse...

Yeah…Treehouse made the giant a separate character, made humans worship Naga from the beginning, and removed mention of Naga just being one minor god among many.

no need to apologise, stuff happens :p

i'm always really interested by the decisions taken by localisers, but even more in the case of Treehouse because... y'know. why would they do That™

[crowlixcx]

WAIT you know what ? no no no CARELESS WHISPER thats so much better in terms of True Cursed Brainrot. (though i feel its so obvious thats someone's submitted it already but it must be seconded). thats them right there. sooo uh do with either as you will ! sorry for the second ask agh (though i was actually going to send another for this; your gif sets are very good and remind me of my favorite moments when i least expect them, which i love very much. dont think ive ever Actively said that, though i should really do it more often. thank you!! *steps off stage*)

Absolutely humongous slay!!! Totally adore this song and the brainrot association. And thank YOU for this lovely message that is very kind I'm glad you enjoy my cursed creations 🥹💚

[prettyboy-basement]

Mmmm slime ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིა

The way I woke up and immediately started writing this is insane anyway-

This might be long idk, HERE WE GO!!!!!

Imagine a classic RPG but you know… with fan service~~ NPC’s, mobs, bosses… they all have some kind of fan service-y air about them.

But non compare to you, the final boss.

The king Slime.

You’re large, gigantic, fucking humongous if I may say. You’re muscular, biggest pecks known to man slapped right onto that chest of yours, hugs hands with bulging veins and sharp nails, and the best part?

Completely nude.

Your horse cock dangles out wide in the open for all to see. And you’re proud of it. In slime culture in this game, the larger the assets, the more powerful.

You’re basically a class-a himbo, just a wee bit smarter than the average slime which is… well it’s not much.

And then you have our dear Isekai victim. Just some guy who got isekaied into this world. He had everything a porn addict like him could want, big titty elves all over him…

… But that’s not what her wanted, oh no.

He worked his way through the game, slaying bosses until he made it to you.

Compared to you - and he was a tall guy - he was the size of your pinky! Of course you could take him!.. in a fight I mean-

But he pulls out the secret weapon he had kept away…

A capturing spell!

It was the “special attack” given to him when he was isekaied, but one time use only. And unlike everyone else who played, he was extremely gay.

For you.

Using the “spell”, a disgustingly pink ribbon wrapped around your throat, and your worldview suddenly changed.

Since when was the man you were currently fighting so… hot..?

Shrinking your size down - you were still a solid ten ft tall, towering over the man - you stared him down, only to be tackled to the ground by him.

He flips you over and spreads your thick ass cheeks and basically rips his own pants off, already hard at the sight of your squirming beneath him.

He slams into you, seeing his cock through your back. He continuously rams into you, you moaning and groaning pathetically under him. The best (or worst) part? Was that you were still in your boss hall. Your subjects watching as their king gets defiled.

You being one of few slimes who actually talk had a mouth, and your long snake-like tongue - which the man had imagined going down his throat - lolling out your mouth, slimy tears pouring out your eyes.

Soon, your ass was filled with the man’s cum, white filling your gut and gluteus due to just how much he came. Then you felt movement, and he began to eat you out. You could see his tongue going in and out, swiping through your thick insides. He sucked, gulped, and kissed your pucker, which winked at him every time he pulled away. You whined every time he pulled back to look at your pathetic state, wiggling your ass and begging him to continue.

He then flipped you over onto your back and began to rub your cock, telling you to come. He spat on it, wrapping his hands as best he could around you, jerking up and down.

He leaned over and took one hand off your cock, and began fondling your large chest. Pulling and rubbing your nipple. He kissed you, shoving his tongue into your mouth, forcing you to taste him and yourself.

Finally, you came, the slimy substance coating his midsection and your own, the stream making its way to both your chests. He pulled away to stare at your fucked out face, eyes rolled to the back of your head and tongue poking out, drool sliding down your chin.

He slid a cum coated finger under the collar and smirked.

“You’re all mine… finally..~”

And that was the last thing you heard before you passed out.

Lmao you can tell I rushed the fuck out of that beginning. And can you also tell I don’t write smut/sex scenes? Anyway, hope you like it! I got this stuck in my head after I got bored in math. Fucking hate math. ૮꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ა

Have a great day/night! And welcome to the slime reader club~~ <3

- ໒꒰ྀི ˶• ༝ •˶ ꒱ྀི১₊˚⊹♡

…….wow.

you’re pretty good at that! oho ohhh reader! you really got yourself into a…. sticky situation, hehe

[eyyawe]

Hey! I know I don't have many followers and stuff but this story is kinda for me and I wanted to share it. I've been really stressed out lately and writing is a good way to express my feelings. Thank you all who have interacted tho, it's very very nice. But yeah! This is a story I've been writIng about some of my ocs I've used in rp and this story is published on Wattpad. I would be happy to answer any questions and etc.

Thunder

Inside her leathery prison, Aconite awoke startled by what was happening. She looked up at the tiny cracks of light that peaked through the opening. Desperately, she stood up and tried to reach her escape, but it was useless. The junk in the pouch caused her to get toppled over, and the boy's movements were so rickety it was like standing on a wave-battered vessel.

Eventually, she gave up. She sank to the bottom and silently wept, stifling any loud noises from her mouth. She thought of all the awful things that had happened to her fellow nymphs. Their blood was used for god-slaying weapons, forcing them to say their name so they could do whatever the humans wanted, heads for trophies. Her thoughts were interrupted by the loud creak of a door opening. Simon placed the bag on a hook above the stove, unannounced to the man. Their voices carried on some obscure conversation, and after thirty minutes, all went silent. This was the perfect opportunity for Aconite to escape. She jumped just high enough for her fingers to reach the opening. Then, she hoisted herself up,  finally reaching her head out.

From her view, she could see the entire house, and it seemed so inconceivably monstrous that it had to be some horrible nightmare. The coast was clear. She crawled out of the bag, placing her feet on the button that closed it. She looked down and noted the humongous soup pot ready to be cooked. Carefully, she reached over towards the hook; if she managed to grab it, she could escape to a nearby shelf. Her reach wasn't quite far enough, and she hobbled over to jump to it. In one swift motion, she completely missed.

Aconite's mind raced as she fell from such an immense height. She prayed to whatever deity could hear her- or even one that cared- that this wouldn't be her end. Her body hit the water harshly, and panic quickly followed. While nymphs had a strong connection with water allowing them to hold their breath for a long time and other properties, this was dangerous.

The vegetables and herbs bumped against her body as she frantically swam toward the end. Her fingers dug into the side, immediately burning her.

Iron.

She thought to herself as she winced, pulling back immediately. That's when the sound started.

It sounded like thunder but more consistent. The sound shook Aconite to her core as she knew what followed after this. A terrible monster who'd gobble her up in one bite, an ugly beast who'd use her precious blood for their selfish gain. While she had decided to help the boy, she had no interest in the man. With nowhere left to go, she ducked into the water, trying to stay hidden by the plants m floating on the top. His footsteps got closer, and the pot began to move. He was preparing supper! A wooden spoon stuck into the pool and began to stir. Aconite frantically tried to avoid it but was swept into its whirl. The spices began infiltrating her mouth and eyes, causing a burning sensation. She could not take it anymore. Her head appeared above the water, and she gasped for air. The stirring suddenly stopped, and the man yelled, falling backward onto his bum.

"What the hell?!" He screamed. Recklessly, Aconite tried to crawl out of the side. It was her only option. Either she had to face this beast and reveal her powers, which would anger him, or she could do her best to escape. As she crawled against the side, her skin began to blister. Every touch felt like fire being placed against her delicate lavender skin, but she had to keep going. She had almost done it when she noticed the looming hand from behind. Tears streamed down her face as the world moved in slow motion. There was nothing she could do.

His hand pried her off the side. His rough leathery palms held her in a harsh grip.

"A nymph?! Good gods!" He squinted his eyes closed. Aconite stared into the pools of green. It was a horrific sight, like the one of the leviathan's gaze emerging from the dark ocean's abyss, but also a gorgeous one. Her body shook with fear as her life came crumbling down into pieces.

"How did you get here?" His voice became sterner, but all Aconite could do was look up at him with watery eyes.

"I won't let you hurt my family or me." His grip tightened, and she squeaked, trying to squirm out of his hand. Aconite finally gained the courage to speak.

"Please, no! It was a simple mistake! Swear! I wouldn't-" Aconite yelled.

The man interrupted, "Oh? Of course, it was! Because your kind is only known for one thing, death. Your species struck the most benevolent gods for power." He scoffed.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I-" Suddenly, the hand swept her into a glass container. Aconite cried, begging him to stop.

"Please! I found your boy resting by the creek! I only wanted to help! I swear! I swear!" She cried. "No! No!"

His fist slammed against the counter, causing her to cover her head instinctively.

"Enough. I'll figure out what to do with you in the morning."  He walked away, leaving her to sob in her wet clothes. She was captured again.

[ynwa-chiesa]

GUYS. I HAD SUCH A GREAT TIME AT THE NATIONAL PARK PAPUK.... PLEAASSSEE IF YOU CAN GO THERE!!! its basically 1 1/2 hours of hiking but its SO PRETTY. SOOO PRETTY. Ummm ummmmm 1/4 of all species in croatia can be found here ummm its a unesco park ummm a panonian ocean used to be here so theres fossils (I DIDNT GET TO SEE THEM) (the little symbol for the park is an ammonite) theres ummm a lot of water and ummmmm theres an endemic type of snail at the source of a river/lake ummm i had sooo much funn!!! Ummm please visit :) also we did a 1 1/2 hours trail theres way more theres a biking trail theres fossils theres 600 old trees here some austrian glass makers came here in 1800 umm 14/35 bat species in croatia are found here also theres deer and boars and lynx and wolf and martens and stag beetles

i also went to the aquapark shhuma and its SO CLEAN. AND GOOD. GO THERE!!!!!

[justanothersimp21]

This is my take on that one story about a Princess being trapped in a closed off tower/castle by a humongous female dragon from Shrek because why not.

Lady D x Reader

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You let out a yawn and stretched your body, the sun rays spilling into your room signifying that it was finally morning.

“Princess Y/N!” A loud call from outside had you rolling your eyes in annoyance.

With a huff, you rolled out of bed and strutted over to your window, not caring that you were still wearing your nightgown. You peered down your tall tower to see a knight kneeling and staring straight up back at you on the stone pavement.

He had the typical short blonde hair and blue eyes. He definitely had some muscle but wasn’t outrageously muscular as some of the last knights that have tried to rescue you. If he were to stand, he would be around 6 foot.

He was handsome, you admit but definitely not your type.

“I have come to rescue you from the treacherous dragon!” He proclaimed with an ignorant smirk plastered on his face, waving his sword around as if it was a toy.

If you had to guess, he’s never even held a sword up until this very moment.

You leaned your cheek on your palm over the windowsill and smiled innocently down at him, “Is that so?”

The knight nodded his head eagerly and stood back up on his feet, “Yes, my princess!”

This poor guy.

“And what do you hope to gain if you happen to slay the dragon?” You inquire, still smiling sweetly despite the need to slap the obnoxious smirk off his face.

“Why, your hand in marriage, of course,” He replied easily, as if the answer was obvious. He sheathed his sword into the holster on his side before reaching into his pocket.

When he held out his hand again, a nice and simple diamond ring rested in his palm.

You cocked your eyebrow as he went back down to kneeling with a confident smile on his face, “Princess Y/N, would you do me the honor-”

“Woah, hold up there, Romeo,” You interrupt with a chuckle while waving your hand in a ‘stop’ motion, “You’re getting ahead of yourself. You need to slay the dragon first.”

“Oh right,” The knight cleared his throat and looked around warily, “Would you happen to know where the dragon is?”

His voice broke near the end of his question as he stood back up on his two feet, his posture exposing how nervous he was.

You had a feeling he was aiming to whisk you away without going anywhere near the dragon.

“No clue,” You shrugged before sending him a short wave, “Bye now.”

“Wait! Princess-”

You ignored his call and pulled down the blinds of the window before flopping back into your bed, a sigh of content leaving you as you pulled the covers over you.

As soon as you settled, a large arm enclosed around your waist, pulling you into a muscular yet soft body that was already resting on the bed.

“Another one of your champions?” A raspy voice murmured into your ear as the hold around your body tightened ever so slightly.

A genuine smile adorned your face as you nuzzled yourself into her cool neck, cuddling as close as you could. You let out a hum, “Yes, it’s another knight who’s looking to gain my hand in marriage by slaying you.”

The scent of roses eased your mind and made you relax wholeheartedly.

A low chuckle escaped her mouth as you felt long fingers gently massage your left hand, brushing against a certain piece of metal that you were wearing, “And does that knight happen to know that you’re already taken?”

“Am I?” You teased lightly before pulling away from her neck to meet her stare, “By who?”

“By who?” She repeated, golden suns narrowed at you before she lifted your hand to expose the glamorous ring on your finger that matched the same one on her own finger, “By me.”

“What a lucky girl I am then, hm?” You grinned cheekily as you gave her a surprise kiss on the lips then pulling away before she could reciprocate it.

She looked at you, stunned at your action. You sent her a wink and waited for her to do something.

A smirk arose on her face rather quickly. She cocked her eyebrow at you and lowered her voice to a husky whisper, “You’re just as insatiable as me, my darling.”

“How can I not be when I have a very gorgeous wife?” You rhetorically asked while eyeing her movements.

She maneuvered herself over you, her weight on her left hand and legs so she wouldn’t crush you. Her right hand gently palmed your face as she leaned in, “Mmm I can say the same.”

Just before she could capture your lips with hers, a large clatter coming from the lower floors interrupted her.

“Princess Y/N! I am here to rescue you!”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance and secondhand embarrassment at the knight’s familiar voice and the amount of crashes you heard. He definitely broke something expensive down there.

This type of stuff usually doesn’t happen because both of your daughters always gets to the knights first before they could even step foot inside the castle. Alas, they were spending the weekend at their aunt Donna’s meaning that the castle doors were basically unguarded.

An enraged hiss left your wife’s throat as she whipped her head to the closed bedroom door, as if she was expecting the knight to be right outside of it.

Her eyes burned slightly brighter in color showing off just how pissed off she was.

You watched as she clenched her jaw and her breathing got heavy. You carefully raised your right hand and massaged her cheek, trying to get her to look at you.

Getting your message, she turned away from the closed bedroom door to look back at you. As soon as you locked eyes, you sent her a gentle smile and leaned upwards, giving her a chaste kiss.

“Go on, Alci,” You murmur softly and pat her cheek, “I’ll be in here waiting for you…unless you want me to help?”

You question with a slight pout in your voice, you’ve always wanted to help get rid of the knights but both Alcina and your daughters refused because they worried about you getting injured.

“Thank you but I’ll handle it, darling,” Your wife placed a delicate kiss to your cheek before maneuvering off your body.

The warmth was now gone as you watched your wife slip out of the bed and approach the bedroom door. She reached out to open it while sending you a wink, sharp talons unsheathed from her right hand.

“I’ll be back before you know it, lubirea mea.”

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[undead-merman]

oh my god i am in heaven thank you so much for putting out so much monster boy content. i saw you mentioning you'd think asmo would be an alarune and i was wondering if you could write nsfw with him? can you put vine sex somewhere?

I feel like Asmodeus would be a lonely flower, wanting a place to call home but due to his nature of attacking humans he can't. Also I feel like I wrote Alarune Asmodeus before but I got new ideas.

Alarune Asmodeus with GN-Reader SFW and NSFW

Appearance

Lovely roses adorn his body, sprouting at random along his light sap green skin. They move, bloom, and even sift color based on his emotions. They normally take on a more pinkish salmon color. The more open he is with his emotions, the wider the flowers are. If he’s trying to hide his emotions or even ignore them, the flowers close up and can even dull in color.  

His hair is silky and colored a mossy green and filled with rose leaves. He spends a lot of time running his fingers through his hair to keep it smooth.  

He sits on top of a humongous rose. The petals can stretch much farther than his body, and even the outer petals can be longer than an average human. Much like the other roses on his body, this one can shift colors and move as well. If he feels like he’s in danger, he can close himself up completely. 

He has several vines which he can use to move or even move things. He has a few vines that have sharp thorns decorating the outside of them. His body, mostly his arms and sides, can quickly shoot out thorns. 

Other vines are smooth and, unlike the thorny ones, he uses these not for moving or defense but to move and manipulate things that his arms can’t reach.        

Floral Drifting

Asmodeus is a drifter. As much as he could stay in one place and just have humans flock to him like bees to honey, some humans might get the wrong idea and try to slay him. They can be such jealous creatures. So he drifts around, following the warmer winds.  

He uses his nectary and floral scent, which he uses his petals to waft around, to lure in his prey. He doesn’t ‘eat’ his prey like carnivores; he pulls their fluids out to feed himself. And even then, sometimes it’s not enough. He likes quality fluids. 

At night, he tucks his vines into the soil and sleeps, closing up his petals. 

Sometimes, during the rainy days, as the forest settles and the animals tucker away in their homes, he finds himself a bit lonely. It’s so quiet and only has the rain to keep the silence away.     

Spending time with you

He was charmed by your little gardener's getup, stained overalls, straw hat, and clunky boots. How adorable, but when he tried to draw you in it didn’t work? He tried again and still nothing. 

But even then, without being charmed, you called out how dry his roots looked. He was about to stick you full of thorns when you started watering him. It was gentle, and somehow he found himself enjoying the feeling. Well, he’ll let it go this time, maybe. 

You come and visit him to take care of him, helping to pluck his dead leaves and even sift and soften the soil for him to rest in at night. You even fertilize it for him, even though he prefers to fertilize through absorbing essence. This isn’t too bad. He finds it cute! Soon, after just these few small acts, every time he sees you his flowers burst out and turn yellow or peach.

But the more time you care for him and even just spend time with him, the more his flowers curl up and turn purple. 

Even after learning about what he does to humans and you still care for him, he clings to you. You are such an innocent and kind little human! What a treasure compared to some of those other humans. 

There might come a day when some people from town find out about the monster in the woods. He knew it would happen, though he doesn’t want to leave you. You’ve found a special place in his green heart. But just as he finds the willpower to go you sneak him to your house and offer your greenhouse to hide it. It’s so warm and filled with so many well-taken care-of plants. He can hear them singing nothing but good things about you. 

Well, if you went through all the trouble to set him up a space he’ll happily take it. Make sure to take care of him darling!       

Foreplay

He loves kissing. Tasting your human saliva and feeling your tongue inside his mouth. His mouth tastes like rose tea and despite how his scent doesn’t affect you, his kisses and spit cause an aphrodisiac effect. 

Once he’s seen you all worked up he’ll use his vines to pick you up and slowly peels off your clothes, smiling and giddy like he’s unwrapping a piece of candy. He makes a show of it and compliments you up and down, talking about each part of your body that he enjoys.  

He’ll pull you back to his body so he can feel his skin against yours as he grinds his vines against your sex and your entrance, kissing you and hugging you as close as possible as his flower petals flutter in excitement. He all but tries to fuck your mouth with his tongue and leaves you breathless as drool leaks from both your mouths. 

While he’s grinding on you, he feels like you have his hands grabbing the meat of your ass, kneading it and feeling the warmth through his fingers.     

Sex

When he finally pushes inside you, his flowers flutter and morph into a deep red and he lets out a breathy moan. The air is thick with a heavenly honey-like smell. His vines fill you perfectly. 

He likes having you as close as possible, but he doesn’t mind using his vines to hold you up and swirl his vines around you and stuff you. Even your mouth will be filled with his vines. 

The vines let out a nectar smelling like slime that trails down your legs and mouth, making them easier and easier to thrust as deep as possible. He wants to feel as much as he can. h  

He’ll go as gently as you want. He knows that humans are soft and gentle creatures, but if you want him to be rougher, he can be. The vines thrust into you, he masturbates watching you as well as feeling your velvety heat in all his vines. He might try to fit more of his vines inside you if he can. 

When he cums, he makes sure to pull you close so he can see you covered in his essence. And when you cum he drinks down as much of your bodily fluids as he can.    

Aftercare

 He once again pulls you close and his vines drink up your fluids, leaving you surprisingly clean and refreshed. All the while, he nuzzles you and praises you, telling you over and over how wonderful you felt and tasted. You are so perfect for a human. A perfect match for him.

He’ll close his petals around both of you. Humans can get cold after sex, don’t they? Worry not, darling, he can prevent that! 

His petals are fully bloomed and are a true red as he smiles down at you. He doesn’t seem to care that you can see how he feels.    

[time-to-write-and-suffer]

Hi! Since you've written a book, which is a great achievement! Congrats! And I really enjoy your writing style from the little snippets I've seen and from mechanic Princess when it was on wattpad (I have a soft spot for kit, she's such a queen.) I was wondering what has your process has been like in plotting and outlining your books? I tend to really struggle with plotting and outlining since I'm more of a pantser, so sometimes my wips have the tendency to loose focus. Also in terms of characters, I absolutely adore the way you write your characters and the fact that you write such human characters and female MCs that don't follow the Mary Sue/Not like other girls trope. I also love that Val is a pretty boy who is a bit of a loser and not a muscular henchman who gets all the ladies and who's only personality is toxic masculinity on steroids like a lot male love interests I've seen in media/literature nowadays, so thank you for that. Also Lin slays, that drawing of them you did a while back had me simping, your art is too good! Anyways, getting back to the main point I was wondering what your process in creating your characters, do you come up with their appearance or personality first and if so what determines that and why? Do you use a character template of sorts or do you kind of drop them in a situation and discover more about them as you go along? Sorry for this humongous ask. I'm just a very rambly person. Anyways hope you have a great day and hope you're doing ok. ❤️

Hi there! Thank you for the kind words and for this lovely ask! No need to apologize at all! <3

I'll do my best to answer your questions and I'm sorry in advance because frankly I don't know what I'm doing, so my answers might not be very enlightening :')

Plotting/Outlining

When I was a wee babe, I used to come up with a lot of ideas and start writing them instantly, which inevitably meant that my enthusiasm fizzled out after a chapter or two (or 100k words, but hey) and then the idea died a slow death. If you have a similar issue, then you might not be a pantser at all, and outlining might be a thing to look into! I did that, and well, I always end up shifting stuff around and abandoning or rewriting the outline anyway. But that's the point of an outline. I think many writers think they're pantsers and avoid outlines because they feel they're restrictive? But outlines aren't set in stone, they're just as, if not more malleable than the actual story. They're there to help you keep track of where you're going and how you're gonna get there, they're a map more than a schematic. I'm of the opinion that the only thing you really need when you start writing is the ending, the destination. Like, how does the story end? What are the main plot points you want to hit and how does it all conclude? It doesn't have to be exact or perfectly plotted, that takes time and edits and rewrites. But if you find that you end up abandoning ideas because you don't know where you're going, it's probably because you need more structure than you currently have and your brain needs a concrete goal to work towards to keep itself stimulated.

(Also it should be noted that pantser and planner are relative terms and don't really ... mean anything. Like you don't have to self-identify as either and strictly do what's associated with the designation. Every writer is a bit of both, based on what works for them.)

Characters

Characters are easy to make and hard to make interesting and I'm always of the opinion that less is more. I want to make characters who are compelling, not necessarily unique. There's a reason character archetypes exist, because they're interesting even if they're generic. I also make OCs that just appeal to me personally.

My design process is uuh bullshit. And I don't recommend it. I'm a very visual writer and I picture the scenes and characters in my head as I write and think about them, which means that I usually have to know what a character looks like before I can start writing them. Like, I can sometimes agonize over a character's hair color for days and that's the only thing that stops me from writing. It's ridiculous and I hate it but it's how my brain works. This is usually only for main characters, though. Others I can usually shift around pretty easily, which is a relief.

Sometimes characters pop into my head pretty much fully formed and I have to tweak them and sand them down, but other than that they're ready to go from the start. It honestly depends on the WIP and/or the inspiration source.

I don't use any templates, but I do use Pinterest sometimes for visual inspo, though it seldom works lmao. And yeah, most of my character developing process happens in my head, I just take the OC concepts and put them in Situations and see how they react and bounce off each other. That usually is what determines their characterizations in the book itself, but sometimes they surprise me when I write as well.

As for what comes first, the face or the personality -- it's a bit of both? Or rather, both at the same time. I'm an artist (sounds so pretentious when I say it like that) and a character's appearance informs their personality as I design them. What they wear, how they carry themselves, these things all affect who they are and why they are that way. It also depends on the story as well, like symbolism and such (Hades and Persephone in my retelling, for example, are deliberately designed to look similar visually, while Val and Sidra are meant to contrast). I dunno how other authors do it, and I dunno if being a visual artist alters my process, but yeah! It's basically both at the same time! Plus, their clothing and appearance says a lot about the world they're in, too! So it all connects in a way.

Hope I managed to answer your questions! Please do not snap me out of existence if I didn't!

[wulfreine]

Shut Up and Dance (Chapter 01)

I’m trying to pick-up some of the stories that I haven’t finished yet so I’m re-posting this here. Honestly? This story was posted on FF.Net at the start of 2019 and yet I still haven’t finished this yet. I’ve got the general idea down but I can’t find the motivation to write. I initially thought that I can continue to write this when the pandemic started since I would probably have some spare time somehow but the stress from work has been crippling to say the least. I do hope I could get my muses back. I miss my old self.

Title: Shut Up and Dance

Pairing: Eustass Kid x Nami

Genre: Romance / AU

Word Count: 768

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or the characters, they belong to Eiichiro Oda.

"Luffy, let me go," I said sighing for the nth time.

"No way." I felt him tighten his hold on me.

"Let me go."

"No. Shishishi~"

"Luffy~" I whined.

He shifted a bit so I can sit comfortably in his lap. And yes, I'm currently situated in his lap for whatever reason he has when he suddenly pulled me.

"Why?" I finally asked.

"Because you're having too much fun," he answered over my shoulder. "You're not allowed to have too much fun when I'm not allowed to leave this booth." He pulled me closer to his chest and I could just imagine the sulky face he's probably wearing.

"BECAUSE-- you're probably gonna burn the club down with all the trouble that you'll be up to." I told him smugly.

He smirked at me, "And that's why you're gonna stay here with me, 'cuz as you told me before, 'Misery loves company'."

I turned in his grip so I can face him and play my cards. Puppy eyes and quivering lips ought to do the trick.

"Not gonna fall for that this time," he said grinning at me.

"But Luffy~" I whined burying my head in his shoulder, "That doesn't count when said company would be me."

"Yes it does, since company is still company. Be it you or someone else."

"You just said someone else, then choose somebody else to play chaperone."

"But I want you, Nami." Luffy said while wearing his signature grin.

"You said company is company. I'm getting Usopp to play babysitter." I said to him while trying to get up from his lap.

This was one of the few times that we managed to find a decent club these past few months. And I'm not planning to end it like the other times that we have to run away from a burning or collapsing building due to the fights and troubles started by my crewmates.

God knows how much I love these idiots and how willing I am to sacrifice my life for them, but can't a girl have one peaceful night to relax?!

"No," he said with determination. "I want you here. No. I need you here with me." He shifted in his sit and pulled me closer so that I'm flushed against him.

"You know," I said while burying my head in his neck, "If I thought that you have any inkling of romance in that brain of yours, I would've swooned on the spot. That line plus the gestures you're making would've melted any girl's heart if they didn't know you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, you idiot." She smiled fondly at her captain. "So-- how long are you planning on taking me hostage, anyways?"

"Until you allow me to leave this booth. Shishishi."

"You know I can't allow that right?," I sighed, propping up my chin on his shoulder. Looking around the club, I can already see the party is in full swing. The night has already started but the dancefloor is already packed.

"That's why you're here to keep me company."

"And that's why I keep telling you that I'll get Usopp. Wouldn't you want Usopp to tell you his stories? Like how he slayed a humongous seaking or how he freed an island of tiny people from the wicked clutches of a king?" I was gesturing with my hands trying to make it look exciting. We all know they're all fibs (if it's from Usopp) but Luffy gets so excited hearing them. And maybe, just maybe, he'll let go of me so I can join the party somehow.

"Already told you that won't work. You've been holed up on the library working on your maps for days. This is the first time you've had time outside and I want you to spend it with me." I could feel Luffy nuzzling my hair and tightening his hold more. Sighing, I just patted his hair that was not currently hidden by his famous straw hat.

How could I say no to that? Looks like I just have to accept the fact that I'll be staying like this all night. And this will be one hell of a long night.

[reminaissance]

any elsanna artists recs???

ohh OH oHHH! YES.

(now please keep in mind that the amount of artists out there is humongous and they’re all talented but also hard to track so I’d suggest you follow blogs like @elsanna-art-archive and @xx-lastshadow-xx who are constantly reblogging and posting elsanna goodies with accurate sources--you can also check out Twitter bc there’s a lot of fanart there but I’m not on Twitter so I can’t really guide you). Now BEHOLD my own personal recs!!!

@gracepago0314 - special, honorific mention. she’s been in the fandom for quite a while and her art is beautiful and immersive and she will give you the feels without doubt. gorgeous art. stupid amount of talent.

@ice-bjorn - beautiful, chefs kiss kind of art. they will slay you just because they can and you will thank them anyway.

@vago-art​ - this girl has so much talent that whenever she posts new art many people in the fandom are like adfgadufoaudfgpaduf--we lose it.

@patronustrip​ - I swear they’ve made fanart of every fandom I’ve ever been in and I just.. fucking can’t get over it because they are mad mad mad talented. Gorgeous and realistic and fluffy and amazing all around. PREACH.

@anotherpersondrawing​ - I dont even know... if you wanna die of laughter this artist is the one to go to. Not precisely blatant elsanna (i think--kent remember) but yo, you’re missing out either way if you havent checked out their art. it’s genius comedy and I fucking love them.

@constable-frozen​ - it’s constable. you never know wtf is gonna come out of their minds. that’s all.

@lorelei-lilyprincess​ - not only do they make stand-alone pieces of fanart but they also make comics and they’re beautiful--every single one of them.

@giuliaciulia89​ - another incredible italian artist (what do they put in the water of Italy??????????), you won’t regret checking out their blog. Super great art.

@comickergirl​ i cant recall right now if it’s elsanna or snow sisters or just frozen, but same as with anotherpersondrawing, I laugh often and their art is like a gift from heaven. It just cheers me up without failure. 

@nyamo-nyamo​ - precious art all around. both elsanna and snow sisters, I can guarantee you you’ve seen their art before. 

A-KA - same as Nyamo, if you’ve been in the elsanna fandom long enough I am sure you’ve seen their art. They’ve stopped creating for it ever since and I urge you NOT to reach out to them about it. That’s a very gentle, but stern request. Either way, their art is still often reblogged and I personally consider it a treasure in the elsanna fandom.

And I think that’s it for now. I know for a fact that I’m missing many artists so if anyone sees this and feels the need to add, please please do so!! 

[dragonrajafanfiction]

Serial Killers

The day of mobilization was unseasonably warm and bright. All the members of the execution department that were chosen to participate in the effort and passed the training gathered before a massive private jet off campus. It wasn’t just any jet. It was a jumbo ‘Beluga’ style aircraft, the type of plane that could house a plane inside its massive cargo hold.

It was an impressive sight but also a comical one, with its portly silhouette undercutting the awe of its humongous size. It looked like a plane that needed to go on a diet.

Grant Baldwin of the Executive Department stood in front of the line of students and read out rollcall. Every student shouted present when their name was called. 

Brian’s heart quivered inside his chest as he came to the realization that this was it. There was no going back. He had made his decision to give his all to the mission. He’d said goodbye to Ru’Yi, he’d let go of his fascination with her father. When his name was called, he shouted out strong, “Present!”

The rollcall continued and he let out a breath. He hoped Ru’Yi wouldn’t cry if he never came back. It would be hard. A mission like this didn’t usually get follow up to next of kin. Childhood friends had no chance. He said a silent prayer to himself that she would be able to move on even without knowing what happened.

“Chu Meixiu!”

“Present!”

Brian’s eyes went wide and stayed that way. His gaze shifted without moving his head to the short female figure standing at the end of the row.

“We’ll be referring to this project as ‘Project Skyfall’ from now on. Grab your bags and line up orderly to board. We leave now.” Baldwin tucked the clipboard under his arm and walked away, avoiding Brian’s angry glare.

What was she doing here? Why was she here? Didn’t he say she wasn’t recruited? 

As they lined up, on the tall stairwell, Brian tried to turn to look but Ru’Yi was hidden in the back. There had to be some mistake. They said that they didn’t clear her for this mission. They changed their minds? Were they crazy? She wasn’t at any of the training!

At the top of the stairs, Brian looked for Mr. Baldwin but he was standing in the cockpit talking to the pilot. Brian stared at him, trying to catch his attention, but was pushed from behind and urged to move by an impatient student.

The plane was massive but the cargo area took up most of the room. The passenger area was just like any other plane with rows of seats next to windows. Brian took his assigned seat and watched as Ru’Yi walked into the plane wearing the Executive Department uniform. It fit her well, her tie perfectly set about her neck like she’d been doing this for years.

As soon as she saw him, guilt and embarrassment filled her face. Brian knew how hard he was glaring. What in the hell was she thinking? She had no idea what she was getting into!

Another student in dark glasses sat next to him. “Dude, chill.” He said after one look, blowing a bubble of gum.

“What do you mean chill?” He hissed back. “She’s not supposed to be here!”

He turned to him and pulled down his dark glasses revealing a mocking brown eyed gaze. “Listen to you talk. She’s S-ranked. If anyone’s supposed to be here, it’s her.”

Brian pressed his lips together firmly unable to argue with that. He turned and stared at the back of the seat.

“She’s got you all shook up. I never thought I’d see the day.” He chuckled.

“This isn’t a joke. She’s not trained.”

The other young man shrugged his shoulders and stared at the onflight entertainment screen.

Despite Brian’s dismay at having his feelings out in the open, he couldn’t calm down. He leaned against the window and pretended to try to fall asleep. 

The plane taxied down the runway, gunned its massive engines and took off towards the sky. Once they were at cruising altitude. Mr. Baldwin stood up in front of the group. “We’ll be landing on an Aircraft carrier in the middle of the Atlantic, 370 North west of St. Helena. There’s nothing out there but water and a massive storm system that is growing by the day.”

This Aircraft Carrier was commissioned by the West African Executive Department on the condition of absolute secrecy. You’ve all sworn to confidentiality. As far as you’re concerned, no matter what happens, this was a vacation. Anyone who is caught sending out any information on this mission will be immediately expelled. None of your names will go on record as part of this operation. You will be the unsung heroes of Cassell.”

A murmur went through the group. “I don’t owe any of you an explanation. However… because I understand you might have questions I’ll give you the one I can give.”

“Anjou died twenty years ago. Despite all his contributions to the secret society, people have already started to forget his legacy and his enemies have started to covet his secrets. As of today, only the select members of the executive West Africa Branch know of this mission. The awakening of a Dragon has not occurred for over twenty years and this may well be the last one. Everyone who’s ever wanted to be a dragonslayer will want to be on this mission. We’ve selected you, not only because you are the best, but you are the most loyal and experienced and proven to be discreet with information.”

Mr. Baldwin scanned the group who were now silent. “Let’s bring the era of dragons to a quiet ignominious end.” 

With that statement, Mr. Baldwin turned and pushed away the curtain separating his section of the aircraft from theirs.

Brian could take it no longer. He stood up. He roughly crossed over his protesting seatmate and walked back to Ru’Yi’s seat. “Who signed you up? Was it Maranis? Fingel?”

She looked up at him with an owlish expression. “No one signed me up. I volunteered!”

Brian’s jaw dropped. “You wanna explain? What happened to ‘not wanting to kill anyone’? Not wanting to be a dragonslayer? All this stuff you told me before?”

Ru’Yi’s shoulders lifted and she leaned away from him. “I changed my mind.”

“Why?” He asked, incredulous.

Ru’Yi twined her fingers, meek and embarrassed. “I thought about what you said. That whole conversation we had. And I couldn’t just… stay behind any more.”

“What I said? Nothing about what I said was encouraging you to volunteer! If anything, I was happy you weren’t going!”

“But you told me the truth! You were honest with me!” Ru’Yi’s eyes grew dimmer. “Unlike my parents.”

Brian froze.

“Everyone here really respects my mom and dad. But the truth is, I’ve only known my mom as a mom and my dad as a tour boat operator. These people that slay dragons and fight to the death… they might as well be a fairy tale. What really got to me was… when you said my Dad wasn’t like the other dragonslayers you’d met. You were looking to me for answers to questions I didn’t even know were there. I felt like you knew my Dad more than I did!”

“You came here for such a… emotional reason? You could die and then where would that leave your parents?”

“I know.” She looked up at him, pleading. “It’s just… this is my last chance to understand them. I need to understand them.”

“Really? That’s it…?” Brian shook his head in dismay. “Alright.” He ran his hand through his hair and went back to his seat.

Ru’Yi sat back in her chair and let out a breath, suddenly aware of the tense awkwardness of the room. She gave her seatmate an apologetic look.

He gave her two thumbs up, his eyes twinkling behind a mop of overlong bangs that hung over his eyes like a sheep dog. “You did great standing up to him, honey! Did you see the look on his face?”

“Doesn’t feel great…” She murmured.

“Don’t take it so personal. He’s always been a bit of a jerk.”

“No he hasn’t.”

Her certainty shocked the man. “He hasn’t?”

“No. He wasn’t always like this.” Ru’Yi thought that maybe if she went on this mission she might understand him a bit more too.

“I didn’t realize you two went that far back.” The young man rubbed his chin. Then he laughed. “Don’t worry. We’ll all do our best to make sure you come home safe and sound.”

The flight was long and uncomfortable and mostly silent. Executive Department members were supposed to be the highest trained of the force of Dragonslayers, but looking at this group, they mostly slept, read, or stared out the windows listening to earbuds. Despite their crisp and disciplined uniforms, they looked at the moment like a bunch of cats lazing in the sun.

She poked her seatmate, “Can I ask you something?”

“Huh? Oh sure? What’s up. The name’s Rodney Samuelson by the way.” 

”Thanks Rodney… um… how long have you been doing this?”

“This, as in Exec stuff? This is my fourth year. I graduate next semester. And then I’ll get placed as an agent somewhere in the world! Hopefully somewhere warm!”

“Oh… so you’ll be doing more of this after graduation…” Ru’Yi said thoughtfully.

“Yep. The threat of dragons doesn’t end with dragons unfortunately. Until today, almost everything I dealt with had to do with other hybrids.”

Ru’Yi immediately felt a chill. “Unstable hybrids?”

“Yep.” Rodney’s expression softened but he didn’t mince words. “You’re thinking of that blind guy right? People like him? That's a normal mission. Didn’t Brian tell you this?”

“No, but I probably should have known.” She sat back.

“Brian’s very good at those missions.” Rodney lowered his voice. “We have authorization to use deadly force against them. But for him, authorization is almost like a command. If he can kill them, he will.”

“Does he enjoy it?” Ru’Yi asked numbly.

Rodney rubbed his chin. “I wouldn’t say enjoy it. He’s just not affected by it. Violence doesn’t bother him like it does some people. He’s good at his job, but he’s one step away from psycho if that’s what you mean. Hate to burst your bubble.” Rodney grimaced.

“You’re fine.” She shook her head, but her expression was withdrawn. 

“You don’t look okay.”

“I just remembered something he said to me. He actually did try to warn me about that.” Ru’Yi thought back to their first meeting. He’d said that if he hadn’t joined the Executive Department he would have been a serial killer. She’d thought he was making a crude joke.

“Wow…” Rodney’s jaw dropped. “I guess things are more complicated than they seem on the surface.”

Ru’Yi nodded. She thought back to her father who had seemed so kind and gentle, compassionate and caring. Her mother who would work so hard so that the genetically disadvantaged hybrid could have a life. That idyllic view in her mind suddenly was stained a shade of red.

The light in her eyes grew even dimmer.