#Reverse Advent

[secondarysefikura]

Sephiroth: Tell me what you cherish most…give me the pleasure and of taking it away.

Cloud:….You, I cherish you the most.

Sephiroth: Great to hear! I'll never leave your side again!

Cloud: But you said-

Sephiroth: I know what I said, but you fell into my trap. I never meant it, I was just trying to make you admit you care about me.

Cloud, eye twitching as he raises his sword(s): I think *I'm* going to give myself the pleasure of taking away what I cherish most.

[dribs-and-drabbles]

The Thai Communal Wardrobe item #13

Tharntype ep 2:

My Engineer ep 10:

Only Friends ep 1:

Intern in my Heart ep 8:

Wandee Goodday ep 4:

The Rebound ep 2:

The Rebound ep 7:

The Trainee ep 7:

for @rocketturtle4 and @super-fan 💙

[st-pavlov-foundation]

st. pavlov foundation’s

ADVENT EVENT 2023

(ad-event..?) welcome to st. pavlov foundation’s winter celebration! what is it? — an advent calendar, in the form of writing! in this event, there will be 24 winter-themed prompts — one for each day leading up to christmas. specific writers will be assigned to each day + prompt, and will post something on it — readers will get something to look forward to each day! who is apart of it? — this an event meant to bring the writers for reverse: 1999 together — whether affiliated with our network or not! anyone can apply. rules: — all content must comply with st. pavlov foundation’s rules. — writers may apply for a specific prompt (e.g. day three: snow). if it is assigned to them, they will be expected to complete their work and post it on the specific day (e.g. december third). it is application-based — writers must apply for their specific day and be assigned to it in order to be endorsed by st. pavlov foundation. — all content must revolve around the prompt and reverse: 1999 in some way. though we are mainly an x reader network, single-character, worldbuilding-based, and ship works are allowed, too. — writers may apply for multiple days, and may list their priorities. if we have 24+ applicants, writers may only get one day each; if we have less, they may be doubled up. — all content must be posted on its proper day. — if a writer needs to drop out, we request they let us know as soon as possible so we may find a replacement. — do not announce what day you are doing if you apply and are accepted. — fluff, angst, etc. are all allowed. just make sure to tag it properly! — pieces must be at least 300 words. they can be christmas-based or just winter, but must always be somewhat related to the prompt. when is it? — writers get from november 14th-december 1st-23rd depending on their day — readers will get new works posted from december 1st-24th! — applications will be accepted from november 16th-30th, depending on the day. earlier days will be prioritized. we will send you an ask or dm you if you have been accepted — on november 30th, all participants will be announced to the public, but their days will not! it’s a surprise.

sound fun? apply here!

have any questions? send an ask!

[akutasoda]

'blizzard' - st. pavlov foundation’s winter celebration!

✩↛my entry towards @st-pavlov-foundation 'advent event'!

✩↛synopis - lilya never minded snow, yet she can't help complain when it gets in the way

✩↛warnings - gn!reader, fluff, wc - 528

lilya actually didn't mind snow. she grew up in russia afterall. she always enjoyed playing in the snow as a child and even when she began flying planes it never bothered her. during her early days as a pilot she always liked to push her luck and fly during snowfall regardless of what others thoughts as she thought it was fun.

she thought it was a great challenge. but then she actually started caring on the condition of her planes and realised it wasn't that good for them and stopped. not entirely however. ever so often of she was bored enough she would sneak into the cockpit and go for a fly.

and while the snow never caused issues, it was blizzards that really annoyed her. blizzards meant she couldn't fly for atleast a couple of days depending on how severe. especially during the winter, she hated those the most.

she was pacing up and down by the window to the door, dressed and ready to head outside - not as if she could however. you simply observed for a bit from the living room before turning your attention elsewhere. this was now the second day of a particularly harsh blizzard that effectively managed to snow you both in.

the snow was higher than the door outside and thus making it near impossible to leave. you didn't really mind as it was meant to clear in a maximum of three days but you knew lilya thought much different. she had been itching to finally go for a fly especially because she promised to show you a spot she found.

she stilled for a moment before commenting 'are you sure i can't find another way out?'

you simply hummed in response, attention elsewhere. she would have to calm eventually right?

'if you keep focusing on the snow it'll only get worse' you tired convincing her. and without your attention wavering she threw herself onto the spot next to you.

'aren't you bored of staying inside all this time?' she inquired as she starred at the ceiling.

another hum from your end made her huff. you knew she hated blizzards but there really wasn't much to do. so you simply took her hat and placed it to your side before opening your arms in attempt to coax her into your embrace.

she took the initiative and positioned herself to stare out the windows - although the snow covered more than half as the wind battered the rest. you brushed a few strands out her face before commenting 'if you settle and let the blizzard pass, i promise you can take me wherever for a flight'.

while she nearly did anyway, she seemed to perk at this and very happily obliged seeing as she had also caught wind of weather reports. after a short while of comfortable silence you finally commented with a smile to try and distract her 'i still don't understand how you wear practically the same outfit for flying regardless of the weather, especially winter'.

[biblebloodhound]

A Great Restoration (Psalm 126)

God has both the will and the ability to intervene and effect real change that completely reverses a person’s and even a nation’s life.

When the Lord restored the fortunes of Zion,    we were like those who dream.Then our mouth was filled with laughter    and our tongue with shouts of joy;then it was said among the nations,    “The Lord has done great things for them.”The Lord has done great things for us,    and we rejoiced. Restore our fortunes, O Lord,    like the watercourses in the Negeb.May those who sow in tears    reap…

[bachiles]

Reverse Advent Calendar

Advent is almost here and I have seen a lot of great ideas of how to prepare for this season of expectancy. I decided to repost this post that I initially shared the past couple of years.. It has been a really great practice for me and you know that food pantries always need donations especially during this time of the year. So please, enjoy, participate and share. Tis the season for…

[commoneater]

Reverse Advent Calendar - 2 Versions

Advent is soon approaching. One of the things people associate with Advent is the Advent Calendar. You count down the days until Christmas Eve, by opening a little window in a box. each window contains some sort of treat, such as a chocolate. Today, I’m writing about the Reverse Advent Calendar. Instead of taking something out of a box, we put something in. A typical Advent Calendar The idea of…

[slowd1ving]

IWAUSBTIDAWRIANWATSIARHNAFTFTWOADP ✦ . SUNDAY

I was an underpaid salaryman but then I died and was reincarnated into a new world as the strongest in a reverse-harem novel and forced to follow the whims of a deranged pope??? headcanon/drabble thing idk before I recommit to my baby pendulum art creds: noredemptionarc on x pairing: pope sunday + male reincarnator reader warnings: none, just some obsessiveness ig and violence wc: 4k

HONKAI STAR RAIL MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

✦ . Each person has their own unrealistic daydreams about things they want to experience: a day with unlimited money, exacting revenge on a particularly insufferable coworker, or perhaps the advent of superpowers. Paltry things, naturally, in response to the endless mundanity and strife present in a vast world.

✦ . Naturally, you’re no different: an overworked corporate pawn that fits uncomfortably in the statistical median. Each ambition of yours is imprisoned in a charcoal suit, and your only solace is escaping to other worlds to forget this one. That’s your daydream, wrapped neatly in a bound volume of novels and the cracked screen of your phone.

✦ . Apocalypse, martial arts, romance—you devour each and every genre. Horridly predictable clichés, trash storylines and badly written characters: they pile up, catalogued in your reading history with carefully curated reviews. There are gems that you wouldn’t mind ending up in; with those, you plan cautiously your ascent to a comfortable, entertaining life—an office worker versus the pixels on your phone. 

✦ . Alas, you wind up in a cliché of your own: entering an eternal slumber from overwork and reincarnating as a side character in the shitty b-rated romance novel your coworker recommended. Scratch that—not even a side character but an extra. It’s a karmic jab at the scathing vitriol you left buried in the comments, engaging with the work only to argue with people beneath each chapter about the god-awful plot devices and utter vapidity behind the character choices. Like, come on, a harem based on how ‘interesting’ the female lead is? Seriously? 

✦ . Except, the situation is very serious now. Shoved into the body of one of the male leads? You could’ve dealt with that hand. Reborn as the villain responsible for the situations that inevitably ended with each male lead getting closer to the heroine? Sure, you’ve read enough of those that you have a comprehensive, cited manual on how to turn around your fate. But… being born as a commoner in a fantasy setting, a good twenty years before the story actually starts, in a village that would likely be stricken by the plague or wiped off the map as a plot device? You’re screwed. 

✦ . Or that’s what you might’ve thought, if the plot wasn’t so predictable. 

✦ . You’ll set yourself up for life if you play your cards right—following each cliché like a trail of breadcrumbs to find each magical artifact or whatever, unlocking a magical core probably along the way, finding every obvious foreshadowing Chekhov’s gun style. Training to be the underdog knight who ends up as a second male lead? Pshh—that’s amateur stuff. You’ll make a name for yourself, journeying through the lands of Argo to steal the main characters’ glory. 

✦ . It’s simple. You wait for an inevitable war with demonic hordes that probably contributed to a tragic backstory in the main cast, and do your best to get recruited by the grizzled veteran who conveniently spots you training with a stick in one of the fields. Either you die and leave this stupid world, or you get lucky and rise up in the ranks—a win-win situation, really.

✦ . It hurts. The magic sword that you found located suspiciously in the forest looks into your soul and determines you are not in fact pure of heart and will wallop you until you are, thus the golden-haired Southern Duke’s heir Gepard Landau misses his opportunity to acquire the legendary Harpe, and you get to be beaten up in his stead. You don’t complain though—this is all part of the convoluted process that is mentioned once (never in detail) that creates a stupidly overpowered character. 

✦ . It hurts. The veteran who noticed your far-too-enthusiastic movements knows his stuff—in true cliché fashion—and you are molded into the perfect little soldier, bruised within an inch of your life. You learn various footwork techniques and the basics that shape your swordwork into something to be feared, that cuts down demons like wheat under a sickle. 

✦ . It hurts. Magic circles brand the tender walls of your heart when you’re thinking about the physics degree you started but never managed to complete, and you pass out a few times as they stabilise—but it’s fine. Pain is temporary; those sweet gains will be your plot armour. 

✦ . Guilt might have wracked your heart if you were one of those irritating protagonists that firmly believed they should stick to the plotline no matter what, but you aren’t. If it’s truly a fictional world you are in, then your actions won’t matter; and if it’s a real world, then your actions merely represent a parallel divergence in this universe, and the world actually doesn’t revolve around the main cast. 

✦ . You are the first to find the demonic stone that is meant to be absorbed by the Duke of the North, Yingxing—one of the more disturbing male leads—and consume it to catalyse the formation of additional magic circles around your body. He’s just some guy whose demonic heritage and extensive training created a ridiculously strong and edgy lead who is fixed or whatever by the sunny protagonist. 

✦ . It is when you accidentally-on-purpose stumble across the statue of an old goddess Idrila that your ripples culminate into a tidal wave of change. Within the subtle planes of the stone, a mythical being slumbers—meant to be the driving force behind the knight-turned-second-lead Argenti’s actions, yet will now be used to your full advantage as you drip your blood into the offering plate. No, she doesn’t grant wishes, but she does give him a pretty neat technique that creates a water-tight defense.

✦ . You may have gone too far. The paltry details you’ve robbed from the story—mere plot devices that only accelerate the male leads’ growth—have forged you into a war hero, practically capable of standing toe-to-toe with the Demon Queen herself. Well, not really. You won’t push your luck, even as you’re being awarded a medal of honour and a title for turning the tides. It’s a viscounty—far more than you expected, but you’ll take it, even with the whispers in high society about you. A commoner turned noble. Oh, the scandal—the horror. Truly, you could not care less as you return to the battlefield to find even more spoils—except, you almost crash into a herald on your way and stare incredulously as he delivers the king’s edict. 

✦ . Guard His Holiness. 

✦ . You were fine dealing with the murderous stare garnered from the Northern Duke as you politely bowed to the protagonist, fine with interacting with the two more rational male leads (though it was a controversial case when it came to Sir Argenti, if you were totally being honest), but His Holiness? Now, this wasn’t a plotline you could have predicted. If memory serves you correctly, mad dogs of the battlefield are, you know, kept in the battlefield slaughtering demons—not, you know, on guard duty. Is the king being for real?

✦ . He is, in fact, being for real. Part of you wants to take the rolled up parchment from the herald and bash it over your head, but another part of you appreciates the unexpected nature of the request. Or perhaps it’s expected, as the natural enemy of demons is the Church of Order, and they will likely be targeted by the hordes next. Except, you’re not quite sure why the most dangerous of the male leads, Sunday, needs protection. Of the unfortunate quartet, he is the most obsessive—the papal figure of Ena the Order, with his deluded faith coming only second to his absolute devotion to the heroine. 

✦ . Though, on second thoughts, heading to the church might be the only plausible course of action—you know, consult with whatever god is running this place, get some answers to the questions that have really been bugging you, like the logistics of this world, and perhaps why this feels far too like an easy mode on a video game with all the clues laid in front of you. You want a real head scratcher, now that everything’s fallen neatly into place: your wealth, title, and sick powers. 

✦ . Except, as you’re kneeling before a statue of Ena and fervently wishing for some explanations and perhaps an answer for why things continue to be easy mode, a sickening chill spreads over your body—almost as if THEY are laughing at you. Easy mode? THEY seem to scoff, before the feeling fades away and you stand up, feeling dread pool in your stomach. 

✦ . You’re just some guy. You took this job and didn’t run away to the neighbouring kingdom, purely for the reason that your soul is about as clean as pond water—much like all the other people who frequent the temple—and Sunday views these ordinary people, these sinners, with a benevolent sort of sympathy. Nobles and commoners alike are lumped in together as the ‘lambs’ who require salvation—including you, of course. The pure-hearted main character is a general exception to this rule—somebody who in his eyes, absolutely embodies light. She’s far purer than he is, which ironically serves as the sun to his wax-adhered wings—catalysing his imminent destruction and advent as someone who’d do anything for her. The Sunday you’d read about with mild fascination will inevitably grow distant to the plight of people—which is perfect for you, either way, as you will be reduced to white noise, befitting of a mere guard. 

✦ . Well, it’s not like he needs a guard, regardless. If you had to pick one positive of that novel, it would be evenly distributing the power levels of each male lead—meaning that Sunday was comparable to the other three in his own right (or he might even be slightly stronger, considering your hijacking of key level-up materials of the other three). And in true novel fashion, he’d likely just dismiss you as soon as you announced yourself. 

✦ . Which he does. He’s not necessarily a tall man, but the way he dresses pristinely and talks in that clipped manner makes him exude a certain type of presence that makes you wary of numerous facets of his character: the almost-too-angelic image he presents himself with, the dark expression he wears when nobody can see him, and finally, the uncanny way he spots lies within someone’s words. Of course, you’re not necessarily important enough to exchange words with, therefore it’s not like he can glean lies from your brief greetings when you come to fulfill your duties each day and are promptly dismissed from your post. 

✦ . You’d be pretty annoyed about this blatant waste of time if it weren’t for the fact that it gives you access to the theological works located in the library—ample time to research the exact cliché that led you here. Though you’d wished for such a reincarnation to take you from Earth, it feels artificial almost, when you’re pre-cognisant of what will happen based on the tried and true arcs of each repetitive novel you’ve read. 

✦ . There’s no way of telling what point of the story you’re in. With how many things you’ve screwed over, it could be over for all you know��or there could be a parallel story culminating from all the butterfly effects you’ve unleashed. Ah, whatever. You’re strolling through the well-maintained courtyard with a divine treatise in one hand and the constant droning of Harpe in one ear, attempting to find a nice little shady nook to lurk and read in, when you see it—the protagonist, presumably meeting the papal figure of the Order for the first time. The slight flutter of the wings by his face that denote him as part of an angelic race confirms it, and you turn on your heel abruptly, leaving them to talk. 

✦ . Except, the protagonist is far too friendly for her own good—and hasn’t in fact forgotten about a commoner-turned-viscount who met her properly like once. She waves at you cheerfully, calling out your name, and you turn around slowly—like you’re in some horror movie, which you probably are. 

✦ . “I didn’t know you got transferred here!” Each time you see her, you’re reminded of the interns at your company—friendly, not yet crushed by the depressing reality of corporate life. It makes you feel bad for her, but then you’re reminded of who exactly stands next to her when you politely take her hand and bow your head over it in a perfunctory greeting. 

✦ . “Yes, as per His Majesty’s orders.” You’re laconic in your usual state, which seems to cut you some slack with Sunday, who observes each miniscule shift of your emotions like some damn psychologist—the general apathy you feel to the both of them, the yearning to go somewhere else (anywhere but here). You can feel the intrusion, and it’s a double-edged sword. If you succeed with this, you can successfully convince him you’re not a threat. 

✦ . “What are you reading?” She spotted the book you’re half-heartedly keeping tucked by your side, and you can feel the intensity of Sunday’s stare increase. Shit. 

✦ . “Some of the interpretations made by the Prophets.” You mutter truthfully, feeling as though you’re being interrogated. You hesitantly show the worn cover—wanting to be anywhere but here, under the Pope’s intense scrutiny of his guard.

✦ . “Oh, really? That’s—”  “The manuscripts in the library aren’t meant to be taken out of the building.” Sunday’s cool voice interrupts her, and you practically wither. 

✦ . “My apologies, sir. I was unaware of that.” It’s best to smooth things over instantly: pathetically bowing your head to the Pope. “It’s Your Holiness, viscount. And it’s unseemly for a guard of mine to be unaware of two such crucial pieces of knowledge.” As expected, he’s meticulous about everything pertaining to his image—so unbelievably fastidious that it might’ve irritated you had you not had so many years of working under irritating superiors. 

✦ . “Yes, Your Holiness. Then, I’ll excuse myself to return the treatise.” There’s not a trace of annoyance in you—rather, a profound relief at him providing the convenient excuse for you to exit. It was probably on purpose that he did so, hoping you’d take the hint and leave, but it works very well for you. 

✦ . “Wait— is that the ancient language of ◼◼◼◼◼?” There’s a brief pause, before you stare at the book again, prompted by her curious words. It’s not in the fictional language of this place, but the ancient tongue had always been denoted in the novel as square brackets around the original English of the text for convenience, which indirectly manifested it as English when you reincarnated here. 

✦ . “I suppose,” you mutter. It’s rare to find clergy who can both read and speak it well, and even rarer for a regular layperson to do so. It’s far too time-consuming to learn with the current alphabet of this place, and the pronunciation isn’t intuitive at all based on how the words are constructed, considering the language here. It makes you wonder at the sloppy linguistic developments of this world, further supporting the hypothesis that you’re still in a fictional world. 

✦ . [You’re fluent and not just loitering about to waste time?] Sunday speaks, maintaining his even tone and crisp cadence—though they’re tinged with some Argonian ways of speaking. The protagonist’s head swivels between the two of you, and you sigh internally at the prolonged disruption.

✦ . [Yes, Your Holiness. If I wanted to waste time, I’d beat up your knights templar. But as it stands, it’s not like you’re letting me perform my job regardless, therefore I am in a state of loitering perpetually.] You bow your head once more, feeling a strange sense of vindication. [Now, if you’ll excuse me.] Then, you leave—particularly refreshed after the little spat. 

✦ . That is your first mistake. 

✦ . The second comes from having befriended the Saint, Robin. Though formally, she’s meant to be in isolation—guarded in her tower save for days where she descends to the realm of mortals—you’ve felt sorry for the faceless girl and her quiet complaints, so you’ve taken to spiriting away sweet foods from the outside and leaving them on her windowsill—using the special footwork arts you’ve trained in for such paltry purposes. As it turns out, Templar knights are more than willing to leave guard duty to a war hero, which means you become more or less a constant in her terribly lonely life. You feel horrible. Her voice has been blessed by the gods, and thus she’s been reduced to a songbird—shackled to a birdcage by the corrupted elders of the church. 

✦ . Yet, she can’t even escape, for the hold they have over her brother makes her unable to leave. 

✦ . You only realise what a horrible mistake it is when the two of you end up bonding over literature—on one side of the table, a veiled Saint eats some of the strawberry cheesecake that you baked after sneaking into the Temple kitchens at night, while on the other, you sit with a cup of hard coffee to knock some energy back into you. Well—it’s not exactly then that you realise you fucked up. After all, you’re enjoying a pleasant conversation on the most mundane of things: the birds that fly past her window and occasionally stop by to bring her flowers, the weird sort of stiffness that the priests move with outside, and the unique taste of the cakes the pâtissier in the village makes. 

✦ . You don’t bring up your past, nor her situation. It’s the only respite she gets from her solitude, and it’s the only respite you get from your own—two misfits within a strict hierarchy. 

✦ . Yet…

✦ . “Explain exactly what you are doing here.” Cold fury vibrates through Sunday’s voice as he stands in the stone doorway leading into the Saint room. You freeze under his yellow-eyed, boreal glare; every second stretches into an infinity, and the cake on your fork wobbles in tandem with your hand. 

✦ . Shit, isn’t this breaking some kind of taboo? The veiled Saint pauses, then places down her fork too—yet, she’s not shaking in her boots like you are. 

✦ . “Don’t yell at him.” You’re staring at her incredulously, and your fork clatters against your plate as you drop it. Sunday’s gaze swivels to her, and his brows furrow. 

✦ . “And you—what have I told you about being careful?” It’s not exasperation in his voice, but something else that you can’t quite put your finger on. Concern? Nah—can’t be. 

✦ . “She’s not at fault,” you argue. But upon reflection… “Neither am I, actually. I’m fulfilling guard duty whilst being her friend.”

✦ . Friend. You can tell her eyes are fixed upon you from beneath her veil—though you can’t tell they’re brimming with some emotion. Sunday only scoffs at your words—his unmoved mask wavers in the face of the Saint, it seems. “Guard duty? You’re flagrantly disobeying protocol, again, while being a bad influence on the Saint. What are you doing here in the first place?” 

✦ . “Stop it, Brother!” Her words send a shocked shiver down your spine—and she’s pulling off her veil, showing you a face and wings that are practically a carbon copy of her brother’s. All angry and red and yelling, and you’re left staring at two siblings squabbling over you. “He’s one of the only things that have been keeping me sane in this misery. I’m old enough to distinguish who I can trust and befriend—” 

✦ . “Robin…” he murmurs, wings agitated and flattened against his face. His lips part and close once more, before his eyes swivel to yours in a renewed glare. “And you—”

✦ . [Follow me.] His icy tone clearly translates into the tongue he switches to, and you’re essentially marched out by the ear. You haplessly look back at Robin, but all she mouths is ‘I’ll see you later’. It’s barely an assurance that you’ll survive the encounter, but at this point, you’ll take any assurance you can get. 

✦ . You get your answer when he practically slams you down into a chair in his office, wiping his dove-grey gloves off as if you’re dirt reincarnate, and you scowl. 

✦ . “Answer me honestly,” he demands, and you nod with a swallow. You can feel the familiar intrusion rooting around in your mind, drinking in every change in emotion. “Are you seeking to harm Robin?”

✦ . “No, I’m not.” You hold his gaze. There are two sides to his personality—the apathy he feels towards everyone, and the care that he bequeaths onto those close to him. It’s been like that in the novel throughout the duration of his arc—this new, irritated side to him is one you’ve never seen.

✦ . “I would’ve thought a war hero would have a spine, but you’re far more pathetic than I thought.” It’s a cutting remark, but honestly, you’re marvelling at the change. 

✦ . “All due respect, Your Holiness, but you’re my employer and this is a feudal system,” you reply neutrally, gazing at the floor as if it’s captivating you. The glare focused on you intensifies. 

✦ . “I changed my mind. Report to me each morning—I’ll put you to work.”

✦ . He lives up to his words. Rather than guarding him, you’re entrusted with translating manuscripts into this world’s tongue—a task that had previously been split between him and two other cardinals, yet has now been unceremoniously delegated to you. You’re paid, naturally, yet not for the damn job that you were meant to do. 

✦ . “Pour me some tea.” It’s another flippant side to him that you only ever witness when you’re alone with him. If anyone walked in, all they’d see after politely knocking would be a paragon of hard work—Sunday—and his aide. That’s what you’ve been reduced to from a mad dog of the battlefield. 

✦ . “What am I, a maid?” you mutter under your breath, and his yellow eyes hone in on you in the precise glare that makes your spine prickle. 

✦ . He only softens when he sees his sister—inviting himself to the designated ‘tea times’ the Saint has set for you, and merely staring at you whenever you speak, never deigning to reply to you but only Robin when she speaks to him directly. 

✦ . “I think you’re the closest to a friend that he’s ever had,” she tells you one time, when he’s busy with the inevitable duties that come with being the pope. You don’t say anything, laughing off her words internally. You? A friend? To Sunday? The maniac obsessed with divinity, the Order, and the protagonist? It’s ridiculous. He challenges you to a duel that very night—and you think it’s over. He’s never shown his hand like this in the novel; those who witness him fight might as well be dead.

✦ . His divine power manifests itself as thorns—looping and weaving in dangerous ways you barely manage to block with Harpe and Idrila’s defense, crashing into the secluded ground of the Templar knights’ training hall. 

✦ . “What’s wrong?” he taunts. “Didn’t you say you could beat templar knights? And here you are, struggling before a mere member of the clergy?”

✦ . You don’t fall for his provocations. No, actually, you do. A magic circle activates. Another halo appears around his head.

✦ . It’s a narrow victory, you think, but he’d claim it as his—two bodies lie heaving in the sand, surrounded by the rubble of a training hall. 

✦ . “You know magic. Fix it,” he pants, looking down at his sweaty body in mild disgust. To be in such a state—you read his thoughts amongst the affronted flutter of his wings.

✦ . “Isn’t divine power better for repairing things?” you comment sardonically. “I think I’m all spent.”

✦ . “Should I report you to the king for lapsing in your duty?” he glares, sitting up. 

✦ . “You could,” you settle your hands beneath your neck contentedly. “If anything, I’d simply be fired and sent back to the battlefield. I’ve got armies to command, don’t I?”

✦ . There’s a crack, before a pillar (that had been precariously canted at an angle) comes crashing down against the billowing grime of the hall. You startle, and whip your head to gaze at Sunday, who merely looks at you placidly. 

✦ . “Is that so?” he murmurs. There’s something buried deep in his eyes—something implacable, as though he was the one that caused the pillar to snap in a fit of anger. Anger over your impudent words, most likely, and nothing else—right? Right?

[jollyhunter]

24 Kinky Days with Dean x reader - Day 5.

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW - MDNI! - includes explicit sexual content. It's a kinky writing challenge, so expect anything at this point, (nothing freaky, don't worry) but it's a surprise calendar so I won't spoil it! (Also, English is not my native language) Contains brief reference to Dec.1 (Sunshine)

Advent calendar includes: headcanons, snippets, one shots, imagines, blurbs etc.

Words: 1,330

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A/N: Here I was, thinking I was real creative with this kinky UNO version - then my hubby told me "Ya know this game exists, right?" And of course it does. It's called "Dirty UNO" in case any of you is interested 🤭 On another sidenote, I changed the design for the kinky advent calendar posts! I was missing my Dean moods ayyy

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5th Dec. - Dirty UNO

Dean grins cockily and laughs, “Are you ready to lose, baby?” He playfully wiggles the cards in his hands and winks at you.

You roll your eyes in mock-annoyance and let out a chuckle, “You wish honey, you wish.”

“I’ll make sure to not go to easy on you.” He grins and places down a Draw 2 card. “You owe me two shots and a kiss, gorgeous.”

You keep a straight face as you reach for the shot glass and hold it out for him to fill it up, “Gimme,” you nod at the bottle while you hold your 2 cards close to you.

Dean chuckles “As you wish,” and fills it up to the brim, you chug the whiskey down and he fills it once more, his green eyes gleaming in the dimmed light of the main room as he watches you down the second glass. “I guess I’ll take my other prize now,” he grins as he leans forward for a kiss, quickly capturing your lips in a passionate kiss and taking in the taste of alcohol on your lips.

You briefly swipe your tongue over the bottom of your lip before you draw two cards and add them to your deck, your expression turning mischievous. “My turn, sucker,” You cackle as you smack a Skip card onto his.

“Damnit,” he swears, but there’s no real bite to it - he wouldn’t admit it, but you knew he was gonna enjoy his punishment as much as you do. He quickly chugs down two shots before he stands up from his chair and walks around the table where he kneels down next to you, his hands slowly moving up your legs, “You’re gonna pay for that Skippi,“ he says playfully as he pushes you back onto the chair and spreads your legs.

You have to bite back a moan, determined to not lose this early. Your hands quickly go to unbutton your jeans and he hooks his fingers over the rim to pull them all the way down to your ankles along with your panties. The shots slowly make you lose your inhibitions and you tease him with a sultry smile, “Dig in.” He doesn’t have to be told twice and next thing you know he’s eating you out like a desperate man, his hands grabbing your thighs to keep them spread, his only goal to get some form of noise out of you. You bite your lips and throw back your head, fighting the urge to moan out loud when he’s suddenly sucking at your clit and you finally snap, that guttural moan slipping past your teeth. “There we go,” he hums in a satisfied tone as he pulls away from you, licking his lips, “I knew I would get you to make noises sooner or later,” he looks up at you with that cocky smirk of his before he pushes off the ground and returns to slump down on his seat across from you. “That was unfair,” you breath out shakily, your legs still trembling slightly.

Dean smiles smugly as he watches you try to compose yourself and place down a red 6. “You’re not getting out of this that easily, sunshine.” He grins and looks at his remaining 3 cards, “I believe it’s my turn again.” With a nonchalant flick of his wrist, he tosses a red Reverse card onto yours. He starts to unbuckle his belt while his eyes never leave yours and he has the audacity to wink at you with a tilt of his chin towards his crotch.

“Seriously now?” You scoff but cannot help the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips. You place your cards onto the table, face down, and with quick steps walk around the table, your eyes drifting down to his boner.

“Come on, sweetheart, on your knees.” He grins up at you and pats his thighs, fully aware of how cocky he is at the moment - and you know damn well he’s enjoying every second of it. This was payback, right? You kneel down next to his chair and your hand quickly snakes past his boxers rim to free his fully erected cock. With your free hand you fish out your phone and set the timer on one minute. “If you’re being a good boy for me, I might even make you cum in those 60 seconds.” You tease in a mock-sultry tone before you wrap your fingers around him and start to slide them up and down in a torturous slow pace. Every now and then you squeeze your hand to draw some sweet whimpers from him. His hands grip the edge of the chair and his hips involuntarily buck up towards you while his head drops back against the seat with a low groan. “Damn, baby…” he mumbles as he bites his lips and you start to increase the pace. You’re using just the right amount of friction, determined to make him come undone in the last 20 seconds with your fingers already glistening with his pre-cum. His eyes squeeze closed as he groans again, knowing he’s not going to last much longer and just when the alarm rings, his hips buck up one more time before he cums in the tight grip of your hand. “Fuck,” he pants out as the words leave his mouth, “That was… Damn…” You smile victoriously while you wipe your hand clean. “Told ya.”

After he had regained his composure and you sat back down to pick up your cards, you look up to eye the remaining two cards in his hand. “Your turn, honey.” You challenge him, trying to hide your fear of losing.

Dean notices how your eyes keep darting to his two remaining cards and he doesn’t miss the chance to grin at you smugly, ”Yeah, ‘m not gonna lie, I don’t have much left here.” He wiggles the two cards between his fingers, his emerald eyes glinting. “Looks like one of us will be naked soon. UNO.” he says while he places down a Draw 2 card. He fills the shot glass and shoves it across the table with a sly smirk, “Go on, down the hatch.”

“Damnit,” you curse silently, your head already a bit hazy of the past couple of shots. “Another two, huh,” you mumble as you down the first shot, letting him refill it before you force down the next one, the whiskey burning your throat as you empty the shot glass. “Alrighty, c’mere-“ you mutter, your voice already taking on a bit of a slur as the alcohol kicks in. You lean over the table and place a swift, sloppy kiss on his lips before you sit back down, adding the additional two cards to your hand. Your eyes narrow, scanning the numbers, until you have to realize that you have no way of stopping him. And honestly, you were kinda relieved about it. Dean is a sore loser and you don’t plan to deal with a grumpy Dean for the rest of the day – plus, it was kinda cute to see his victorious beaming smile. Feigning annoyance, you finally lay down a simple number card and watch his reaction.

Dean grins like a child as he watches you place down your card, realizing he’s got you now. “Looks like you’re in a bit of a spot now,” he teases as he stands up from his chair and walks around the table to stand behind your chair. He leans down to your ear and whispers with his voice a bit deeper than before, “I hope you’re in the mood for another loss, sunshine.” And without further warning he drops his last card onto the stack. His lips curl into a victorious smile as he slides the card with the game rules across the table and his finger taps the last line; Loser takes 2 shots, get naked and make their partner cum. “...Looks like it’s time to strip.”

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Masterlist of opened windows:

1st Dec. - Sunshine 2nd Dec. - Spell Book 3rd Dec. - Lights Out 4th Dec. - Tickle 5th Dec. - Dirty UNO 6th Dec. - (TBA) 7th Dec. - Candlelight 8th Dec. - Hex Play 9th Dec. - Whip Stroke

…(check Masterlist for more!)

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Tags:

@gardenofeden07 @deansjacket @literallylexa @lmpala1967

[lovesick-all-over-my-bed]

Him going to see a musical with you and months later, you find him listening to the soundtrack out of the blue

him having an allergic reaction to something mundane and playing it off as nothing

you mentioned you like a certain fruit before and every season, it is always in stock at y’all’s house

he takes care of you when you come home wasted and does your skincare and puts your pjs on

spooning. Just spooning into late morning.

him making a homemade advent calendar out of something you love but is unconventional (books, music, jewelry, etc)

you give him date plans (self projecting) for the next year and as he’s reading it he cannot stop saying “Nuh uh” “I am NOT doing that”

you turning on breakup songs in the car and acting them out while he just looks at you confused

him getting really into 3d printing as he gets older, loves making stupid stuff

You telling him “you're just a chill guy” and him being BEWILDERED (why would he be on social media?)

Him having the man cold and being kind of a jerk but being so lovey when you’re sick

any time he wants to watch a scary movie with you, you make him watch Bluey with you after (it’s mandatory for me)

going to an arcade with his and your friends and trying to see who can get the most tickets (he lets you and your friends win…or so he says)

talking to him randomly about the many book ideas you’ll have and then getting countless emails from editors

him showing interest in your hair routine so he can do it for you when you don’t feel good/tired

going to a couples massage (booked by you) and him getting uncomfortable about another woman touching him like that

@succubusvalentine @thatsamericasass24 @ghostslollipop @sheepispink

More fic ideas because I’m alone and down bad eternally (using reverse psychology on the universe)

[kawaiianimeredhead]

Basically, do you see the advent calendar as a way to count up to Christmas (1-24) or count down to Christmas (24-1)

[dribs-and-drabbles]

The Thai Communal Wardrobe item #7

Dark Blue Kiss ep 2:

I'm Tee Me Too ep 6:

You're My Sky ep 12:

Vice Versa ep 1:

UMG ep 1:

for @twig-tea 💙

+ Bonus: Maybe the brand...in I'm Tee Me Too ep 5

[connor-sent-by-cyberlife]

The chapter you've probably all been waiting for of my Hankcon Detroit Become Human Reverse Big Bang 2024 collab "The Red Room" written by @rking200 is up now! Smut on the 2nd advent? It's more likely than you think! Go read it here and please, please, please share your excitement with us:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58781611/chapters/156279970

@dbh-bb

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[jadeazora]

More merch-related stuff now, a new advent calendar has been announced to release Aug22. It contains:

8 foil cards with a festive stamp (typically reprints, which includes three Pokemon ex)

6 booster packs (one pack replaces getting a keychain)

7 three-card fun packs (they only contain three common cards, one of which is a reverse holo)

2 Pokemon coins

2 Pokemon sticker sheets

A code card for Pokemon TCG Live

A new Pichu Pokepla model kit will also release in October via Bandai. A Mega Rayquaza model kit has been announced for December 👀

Here's a real-life look at the Vivillon pins and the display box, releasing Jun18 via the Japanese Pokemon Center. (It's nice, but will probably be pretty pricey 😭)

Legends ZA is now available for pre-order from the Nintendo Switch e-Shop. (For both the Switch and Switch 2.)

And Ninja Scarlet as a preview for tomorrow's (JST) Pokemon Adventures chapter, via Satoshi Yamamoto's Twitter!

[magicratfingers]

There’s two kinds of cold I like

Easter Sunday dew working my way through my white tights as I wait in line for donuts

and the Christmas Eve ice rind cold on Grandma’s sidewalk after 8+ hours in the car to Ohio

it’s the clear Christmas kind and I’m walking Georgie thinking how I move him up to my parents next weekend. What we could do with our time left together. A sort of reverse advent calendar that will definitely break my heart a bit. It feels good to know I’m capable of the feeling. I know it’s a good decision and I don’t regret it. Adopting him on a whim was bordering on irresponsible and I knew that at the time. It’s only been what 6 months? He’s changed so much from a wild biting puppy into an affectionate gentleman. I don’t know how much of that was my effort and how much of that was him growing up but it doesn’t matter because seeing the change has made me realize I’m capable of it too. and I want to see it again.

The moon & stars are pretty when it’s cold like this but there’s not that many to see this close to the city

[haunting-heroes-creative-games]

One Year Playing DPxDC Creative Games: A Masterlist

At the Haunting Heroes Discord Server, we’ve been having lots of fun playing writing and art games around DP and DC content. There have been so many drabbles, indulgent collabs, artistic reinterpretations, and many incredible stories and pieces of art, with chaos as the cherry on the top.

If you want to see everything that’s been created this year, take a look at this masterlist:

Banner created by @jazzinjuke

Who Wrote That? (WWT)

A writing game where a host shares a prompt, writers submit their stories to be shared anonymously and have people guessing who the author of each piece was.

Zoning Laws hosted by @chromatographic | Tumblr Masterpost

Tumblr Prompt hosted by @arzuera | Tumblr Masterpost 1 | Masterpost 2 | Masterpost 3

Winter Advent hosted by @summerssixecho | AO3 Collection

12 Days hosted by @arzuera & @chromatographic | Available on the Haunting Heroes Discord Server

Wingfic hosted by @finemeal | Tumblr Masterpost

First Meetings hosted by @theredshirtsarecoming | AO3 Collection

Reverse Robins hosted by @leithlovesyou | AO3 Collection

Self-Indulgent hosted by @chromatographic & @summerssixecho | AO3 Collection

Vampires hosted by @mynewhyperfixation | AO3 Collection

NSFW: I Need You hosted by @ectoentity | AO3 Collection

Teams hosted by @oliveofvanders | AO3 Collection

Mer AU hosted by @disillusioneddanny & @nightshiftshenanigans | AO3 Collection

Anniversary hosted by @arzuera | AO3 Collection

Olympics hosted by @leithlovesyou | AO3 Collection

Chaos hosted by @castrian-amore | AO3 Collection

Demon Twins hosted by @thewritingowl & @tourettesdog | AO3 Collection

Soulmates hosted by @theredshirtsarecoming & @pennerjones | AO3 Collection

Lightning Round (Drabbles) by @redskyeatnight | AO3 Collection

"YOU!" Emoji created by TourettesDog & Jazzinjuke

Guess That Artist (GTA)

An art game based on the same principle as WWT, where artists submit art pieces instead to be guessed by players.

Through The Screen hosted by @noir-renard | Tumblr Masterpost

Lesser Known hosted by @arzuera | Available on the Haunting Heroes Discord Server

Other Creative Games

Our server has also had many different games hosted by both our modding team and members alike. Some of these include our Anniversary Games, Frantic Fanfic, Robin’s Art Relay, Crime Mystery Games, Art Prompt Sprints, DPxDC Jeopardy, and many more.

If you wish to see more of our games, you can join our 18+ safe for work server. You can find all the details in this link