#WoR leather bound

[dracanthropic]

Guuuuysssss Brandon Sanderson is making me spend money again!

[say-hi-intrepid-heroes]

alright let’s go over the junior year clues we got in the rick perry documentary thing (disclaimer: i’ve definitely missed stuff, but i think i got the big things, feel free to reblog and add with stuff that i missed though)

[at the bottom of this post I've typed out the decipherable words that plan out some combats and NPCs from Rick's screen. it's the most interesting thing but it's super long so it's at the bottom under a cut]

We get a blurry look at some minis. I’m seeing at least the PC’s minis, as well as what looks like Baxter the Gryphon.

There’s some major shots of this battle. Includes a Baby mini, the Hangvan with some kind of laser canon on top, a stingray-esque monster that is likely Night Yorb (see below), something that looks like maybe an ice elemental or the crystal (see below), and some large bugs and shirtless people. Clearly set in the Red Wastes. Detailed info of the planning for this battle below.

One of the shots had reference boards in the background. One is clearly for the Hangvan (see earlier screencaps), but the other is unclear. It looks like it includes some sort of tennis or tennis-adjacent sport.

Confirmation that Mordred Manor is a set piece.

Finally, one shot showed Rick’s computer screen with some critical info about planning. I’ve put what I’ve been able to decipher below the screencaps. and under a cut, as it’s very long.

EP. 701 DEFEATING NIGHT YORB CHASE (RED WASTES) Hangvan, Night Yorb is giant flying Manta Ray thing? Rainbow road, being chased by night yorb while trying to throw crystal into portal. Crazy gun on rough [roof] that gorgug made, I can’t get a lock on it. Just need one last final thing to defeat night yorb. Red wastes, chasing the night yorb around, flying bats teleporting onto rough [roof] of van, NPC allies, Balthazar, two other cars they are in contact with, tiefling bakers or sidekicks are reveals Stormchaser twister, trying to get a lock onto it, Night Yorb is escaping the world. Maybe night yorb gets away, why didn [didn’t] you get it? And Balthazar died? Murph invented the Night Yorb. Don’t fuck with the Night Yorb. Exploded out of riz’s chest, needs to be dumb as hell. it’s the jabberwocky, it burbled, hugely terrifying, Horrifying cursed thing. Unending night for two months. Dragon sized, bigger than the Hang Van, 30’ wingspan Stars and moon. While the night yorb flies it is night and not day. Not malevolent force, but everything on earth will die Have giant ghost busters canon, Honey I shrunk the kids cannon Driver, mechanic, gunner, navigator (using SW 5e mechanics) Hang Man - Fabian motorcycle Tether is attached to night yorb, either magic or harpoon Night Yorb could out pace them. Could smash van. Cultist of the night yorb appearing on the road, mad max style ”The night yorb is our god” Red Wastes Cultists: Riding skeleton horses, classic fantasy cultists, Manta ray night yorb masks Sword and Sorcery vibes, MUSCELY, oiled, black leather, rings Shadow of Night Yorb Tether must be reeled in over 4 rounds Success Meter - 4 rounds or it escapes Pop up cultists in the middle of the road 4 maps Straight away, gully bridge crossing, rap popping up, giant portal It’s going to another world but if it gets away thats just as bad Ayada [Ayda?] thing built in. Chekov’s gun. Gun has cool helix of energy that is getting cranked in. Gun is on the back and on the hood is a binding circle that Adaine does. Cultists are making the portal. YORBIES if they catch it, it gets bound into the paint of their van Gun is gorgug’s stuff and circle is adaine 6 cultist perusing them, 4 or 5 at the portal, 1 or 2 back up Single person traps, Vulture with cactus MINIS: Night Yorb - Giant shadowy manta ray, inky black dripping, made of liquid, different underbelly, deep indigo or bone white. Made of shadows, dripping aberration, flat plane, long tail, two weird eyes coming off front on stalks. Second set of PCs TERRAIN: Red Wastes! NOTES: favorite crazy dnd monsters, beholder, [unclear word, bu…ette] Fungal Black light portal battle! Dr. Strange battle set, pseudo pods of elder pod night yorb, day glow run fragments, purple stone castle night yorb temple, floor is octopus made of shadows. Starting mid battle. [blank sections] PROJECTION: Counter here of some kind?

POTENTIAL LOCATIONS Basrar’s icecream shop? Mordred Manor Seacaster Manor [crossed out] Strong Tower Luxury Apartments SAT Prep class [screen cuts off]

EP. 704 DENTENTION [detention] STEALTH CHASE SEQUENCE/ QUIET LIBRARY/ Aguefort chase sequence? Combine sets interrupted by having to make it past a hall monitor Underwater? Books suspended floating, everything is affected by water Don’t wake daddy? Start in Library to get to Aguefort’s office Hallway Classroom Bathroom Lockerroom [blank sections] DYNAMIC ELEMENT: Water

CONCEPTS Dicks! SPIRITUAL GUARDIANS - Full service on minis, summons, etc Psycadelic fungal giant, black light, trippy, beautiful Revisiting old set [screen cuts off]

[fyi everything past this point was very blurry, so I could only decipher pieces here and there]

EP. 706 OUTDOOR CONCERT COACHELLA Music feature? Flaming [?], giant [?] [???] Fig and Gorgug on stage [???] Lighting effects, [???] Floating stage or something [???] Demons? PROJECTION: Lasers?

NPCS/ VILLAINS/ MONSTERS/ ETC. PORTER CLIFFBREAKER is secret servant of nightmare king tactical battlefield combat that [?] 2-3 times larger than PCs LED buried inside him [???] Porter was [???] basketball player [screen cuts off]

[the rest was too blurry to make out anything other than a blank section titled ROLE PLAY/ NEUTRAL BOARD and a section that seems to be for EP. 708 and says EXTRA with some blurry words after it]

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Sinful: Scion!Hanzo Shimada x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Chapter 1

Contains: Spanking with objects, mentions of buttplugs and collars, Switch!Hanzo and Switch!Reader, dragons, hair pulling, creampies

The Shimada clan was one to be feared; Not only in the beautiful imperial islands of Japan but all over. They were powerful business partners other mafias and organizations would kill to have them as partners, able to supply weapons and trained deadly armored guards at a moment’s notice. However, strike their match’s bud the wrong way and whoever the poor sap started the fire will get burned and it will be devastating.

You should know, you’ve seen what happens to ex-business partners that try to get their revenge on the Shimada’s. Your husband was vicious as he was quick to dish out punishment. Hanzo was a stern, powerful leader, yes-

But he was so incredibly wrapped around your fingers, ready to bend to your will at your call.

Which led you to where you were at this very moment.

There was a room that was special to you two only, a room you both keep secret as well as the many treasures that lay inside its cavity. Nobody is allowed near the room. Choice guards, maids, even the elders he denied.

The usual light lacquered wooden floors lining the flooring of the whole castle were covered in a deep red carpet soft to the touch, but still tough enough to bite at your skin should you rub into it for too long. The familiar shoji walls were covered with black paint and silken curtains and sound-proofing foam in case things were to ever get too loud for your liking. The doors even had three different key locks you both made sure to change often out of privacy. Dark cherrywood dressers were full of not only lingerie and sleek black leather harnesses, but a variety of toys in various degrees.

Vibrators, plugs, gags, handcuffs, whips and riding crops, studded belts, blindfolds, ropes of various textures and twists were some of the many you had in every dresser.

You stood before Hanzo who had been kneeling on the carpeted floor for some time now. His bronzed skin had slowly been turning a grueling pinkish tone from the grading carpet sprigs, surely they were going to be sore when your night of debauchery ceases, maybe even a little scratched up. You made sure to remind yourself to pamper him afterwards once you both had returned to your chambers after this was done.

His thin ankles had been pulled together by a single, long blue silken strap, a tight knot decorated with a bow on top had tickled the exposed joint of his ankles, his toes twitching and curling somewhat with every light breezy stroke on the sensitive skin. He barely could shift his feet if he wished to.

His hands had been bound behind his back by two matching ribbons. One kept him together by his forearms starting from below the bend of his elbows down the length of his muscular forearms, tying at his wrists with a sloppy bow. The other ribbon started where the other ended, wrapping around both palms to keep them closed, binding fingers closed as well. The ribbons creaked eerily every time his muscles twitched. You knew that your husband was strong enough to break them with only a simple flex and pound into you mercilessly. You could barely suck back in the drool from spilling over your swollen lower lip, just the sight of your muscular husband tied up like a puppet had been doing wonders on your pulsing hot sex. Muscles held back by silken ribbons, dipping and digging into every bulge of hard muscle.

You slowly stepped behind Hanzo, pacing around him carefully on the tip of your toes so as to lessen the amount of noise you made. You circled him like he was your prey (even though you knew you were in fact the prey here, Hanzo was merely allowing you to mess with him). You had stripped him of the pristine white button-up, still clean and crisp as if he had just gotten it, his sleek black dress slacks as well. He kneeled before you in only his underwear. They were cheap, something Hanzo wore only when you both agreed upon a night for yourselves. They were uncomfortable with Hanzo’s royal jewels, but it was much more satisfying to rip them off of his body to reveal his cock and balls. Besides; the underwear was made of a cheap and thin material, you could see the bulge of his cock pressing up against the cheap boxer briefs.

You hummed, strutting behind him to the cherrywood dressers, specifically the middle one. It had a large hutch on top with doors where you kept the riding crops. You saw Hanzo’s shoulders stiffen upon hearing the familiar squeaking of the doors opening, his toes curling into the carpet sprigs. The corners of your lips twitched upwards into a coy little smile.

You slowly glanced over the many types of crops and other tools deemed well enough for spanking. Amongst riding crops hanging up were a single piece of bamboo that was thick enough to not break apart upon spanking and a cricket paddle with the word ‘Naughty’ written sloppily on it. Multiples whips of varying origins laid curled up on the bottom, one from Australia from before radiation consumed most of the Outback, one from Texas made from only the toughest of bull hides, one was personally made for your private meetings with your husband that laid in a fine loop of black shiny leather with small spikes down the thin leather. It was perfect for when you wanted to see him squirm during important meetings, little welts down the curves of his sculpted ass cheeks, hot throbbing pain fading to dull pulses the more he sat on that wonderful ass of his.

You decided upon a riding crop from England’s finest for only the most finest of racing stallions. A thick black leather handle, squishy to the grip, perfect to hold and to never lose grip upon bringing it down onto flanks (of various species). The tube pristine and a shiny matte black finish on cool hollowed steel. The head of the crop was polished leather, blackened and shiny, ready to once again crack against Hanzo’s flanks.

You spotted how his shoulders had shifted upon hearing your selection, trained ears picking up the soft clinging of steel against the hooks that held it up in the cabinet. A smirk curled up on your lips, seeing Hanzo’s shoulders strain and tense, ribbons creaking as he twisted his wrists slightly.

You chuckled under your breath, slowly walking up behind your husband, the riding crop swinging lazily with every movement of your arm. You stopped yourself behind him, opting to lift up your foot and press it between his shoulder blades, putting just enough pressure to force Hanzo to bend at the waist and press his forehead against the scraggly carpet.

“Now,” you tutted, walking to his side, “how long did it take for you to come up here? How many minutes were you late by?” you hissed softly in his ear.

“Seven minutes, my diamond.”

“And what pitiful excuse do you have for me?”

Hanzo swallowed thickly, finding his throat suddenly dry and tight.

“A meeting had run late, my diamond. There is no excuse.”

“And do you know what your punishment is? Making me wait so long, I nearly relieved my pent-up tension without you.”

“Please forgive me, my love. I will take whatever punishment you put upon me.”

“I expected nothing less.” You walked behind Hanzo, seeing his body tense up a bit, no longer feeling your presence beside him. You raised the head of the riding crop up to the cheap underwear. You bent down a bit, hooking a finger in the waistband of the cheap bargain brand boxers. You gave the waistband a quick flick, letting them snap back against his waist before rehooking a finger around and pulling them down the curve of his sculpted ass. You gingerly caressed them for a mere second before gripping the riding crop harder and stepping back. “Seven strikes for seven minutes. Then maybe, maybe, I will let you finger me until I come.”

“Whatever to please you, my dearest,” he called from the floor.

You raised the crop, tightening your arms back you released the coil in your shoulders and allowing the crop to crack down on Hanzo’s ass. Hanzo moaned in pain softly, knees buckling and spreading farther apart. The ribbons hissed, Hanzo’s fingers flexed and curled in tightly to form two fists. A shiver ran down Hanzo’s back violently.

You strutted out from behind Hanzo, cocking a brow at how silent Hanzo had fallen. Thick raven black strands of hair were already clinging to his tight jawline from sweat, some had fallen over his eyes. You waited a mere minute, dangling the riding crop loosely in your ringed fingers, waiting for him to open his mouth and count.

“Hanzo,” you tutted like an annoyed mother, “you’re supposed to count dear. Or do I need to start over? I’d hate to restart, even if you were spanked once.”

“I am sorry, my love.”

You watched as his adam’s apple bobbed up and down deliciously. You licked at your bottom lip slightly, eyeing him as if he were a prized cut of meat being seared deliciously. There was a slight taste of the creamy lipstick gracing the tip of your tongue, smoothed colored beeswax and shea butter briefly filled the cavity of your mouth. You swore you drooled at the sight of him.

“Good. Now, what was that?”

“One, mistress.”

You strut behind him once more, Hanzo tensing once more as he saw your heeled feet leave his peripheral. You purred, raising the riding crop once more and letting it whistle as you swung it back down.

A sharp crack against Hanzo’s lower right hip had Hanzo bend over just a bit, his knees part just a little bit apart and letting him sink down closer to the floor. A cry pressed at Hanzo’s lips, a hiss leaving.

“T-Two,” he stuttered.

You twisted the crop in your fingers, admiring how the leather shined nicely in the dim lighting. Two bright red welts were starting to form on Hanzo’s hide.

You coiled your arm back and lunged out once more, this time earning you a cry from him, loud and open, right from his chest. His head shot back, jaw slacking. You had struck him right above his asscrack, watching at the toned muscles of his ass rippled slightly from the smack.

“Three,” he gasped.

Your free hand reached out and snagged at Hanzo’s loosened locks, free from chemicals and gels and sprays meant to keep up his appearance before the clan. Fingers anchored around locks of raven black, you tugged Hanzo’s head back farther so he would look up to you. You could see his cock straining, still inside the confines of the cheap underwear.

Hanzo’s eyes were squinted through pain, white teeth bared slightly.

“Whose cock is that for?”

“You, my love. Only you,” he exhaled.

His back was bent at a slight arch already.

You spanked him once more with the crop, Hanzo’s mouth opening to moan, eyes screwing shut. A light pink blush has spread over his cheeks and nose. His back arched more, a feat only achieved from his years of discipline and training.

“F-Four,” he gasped.

“It seems you’re enjoying your punishment.” You cracked his asscheeks again. “I don’t think this is working, I may need to step it up, Hanzo.”

“Five,” he moaned. He blinked, tears had gathered at the corners of his eyes but had not fallen. “My love, I assure you, I am learning from this.”

You squinted at Hanzo, debating if you should plug his asshole with a vibrating buttplug and leave him bent over, hunched down with his forehead to the floor and ass in the air for all to see.

Another crack, this time a single tear was jerked free from his left eye from the pain, a serpent’s hiss pulling from Hanzo’s gritted mouth.

“Six.”

“You’re my little bottom bitch, aren’t you, Hanzo?”

He nodded wordlessly, panting as if he ran a marathon. Hell, he was sweating as if he had been.

It was at least somewhat true. Hanzo loved it when you dominated him, especially after a stressful day of leading the Shimada Clan and being the most feared yakuza boss in all of Japan.

But that didn’t mean he was a full-on bottom.

You were suddenly reminded of Hanzo’s brutal strength when the ribbons hissed and creaking, suddenly looking very worn and on the edge of ripped down the middle.

What you would give to be fucked right now, for Hanzo to rip out of the ribbons and fuck you until you forgot your own name.

Your grip on Hanzo’s hair tightened before you pushed him forward, delivering the final crack on his asscheeks.

The ribbons wrapped around Hanzo’s wrists had snapped apart with a very audible rip straight from a movie. Hanzo’s hands gripped onto the carpeted floor, nails biting into the soft sprigs of colored wool, scratching raised grooves into the carpet as Hanzo’s back and shoulders rolled back, head ducked below his shoulders. Sweat glistened like sparkles on his bronzed skin, intricate tattoos shiny in the low lighting.

Hanzo rolled his shoulders back, lifting his head, raven locks clinging to his sweaty neck and shoulders.

You watched as Hanzo had shot up from the floor, launching himself at you. You could only let out a short yelp before he had you pinned to one of the walls by the throat, the riding crop falling to the carpeted floor. Your fingers gently scratched at Hanzo’s tattooed wrist, a soft squeak let open lips as Hanzo looked at you dangerously. He was panting like a wild animal, and the dampness in your panties did not help your fantasies of getting fucked by as if you both were wild creatures did not help.

You were yanked until he had pushed you violently back, your back now up against the lip of a lower dresser full of toys. You only got to see maybe a moment of Hanzo advancing towards you before you were flipped so your stomach was pushing against the rounded lip of the dresser and your face pressed against the flat top.

“Hanzo,” you whimpered, gripping at the back of the dresser.

“You are not the only one receiving punishment tonight,” Hanzo growled in your ear. “I saw you relieving yourself earlier this morning when you thought I had already left for my meeting.”

Your eyes widened a bit, cheeks flushing at the thought of you getting caught by Hanzo masturbating while still in bed.

Hanzo quickly yanked down your soaking panties, groaning with delight at the sight of your bare pussy before all but ripping off the cheap boxers off his person.

You felt the thick head poke at your ass before he slid it along, pushing into your dripping folds as he completely covered you with his bulky form. Hands on either side of your shoulders, trapping you from moving. You winced as he ground against your bare ass, a growl leaving his lips as he shoveled his nose into your hair.

You winced as a sudden electric blue light filled the dim room, the bright neon hurting your eyes for a mere second before it had faded.

You knew what had happened as you quickly felt little clawed feet gently latch onto the sweaty skin of your legs and hips. His duel dragons had decided it was time to make an appearance at this very moment, feeling their master’s fierce arousal as well as the tense feelings from your spankings. It was a nice reprieve to have cool watery scaley skin hovering just barely over yours, but the pinpoint prickling in your hips from their claws only made you whine impatiently.

Your mouth suddenly opened, neck flexed yet no sound came from you as you felt Hanzo sink himself fully in, stretching you. You threw your head back, eyes screwed shut once more as Hanzo growled into the crook of your neck as he began to piston his hips.

Snapping his groin back and forth quickly, pounding into your throbbing sex, you both fell apart in moaning messes. Hanzo had placed more of his muscular weight on top of your back and shoulders, forcing you closer to the dresser until you were pressed flat. Hanzo’s hands snatched at your waist, nails biting into your delicate skin. Cresent moons would be carved into your naked flesh, they’ll be red and sore come morning.

You cried out as Hanzo plowed into you without mercy, pent up agitation on top of being spanked and teased relentlessly finally snapped something inside of him; It seemed to have brought out an almost feral side of him.

You licked your lips in anticipation, stopping yourself from drooling against the flat surface. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your mouth hung open slightly from the pure pleasure you were feeling right now. You loved how fast the coils in your cunt and gut tightened until it was white-hot and you came on his thick cock, seemingly spurring him on to make you come at least twice before he finishes, but something about him right now had you thinking he wouldn’t let up after he came once.

Hanzo clamped his teeth down on your shoulder as you moaned out, feeling the coils of your orgasm tighten.

Pain and pleasure never felt so good together.

“You’re such a filthy little slut,” he growled in your ear. His sharp teeth nipping at your earlobe. “Look at you, greedily taking everything I give you. Nothing but a doll in my hands, to do with as I please.”

“Hanzo!” you cried, feeling the tightness in your gut start to burn.

You were close. And the twitching of his dick inside of you showed he was too.

Hanzo snatched at your hair, gripping it tightly, arching your neck back but you managed to look at Hanzo out of the corner of your eye.

“What are you?” he snarled.

“I’m yours!” you sobbed.

“Who do you belong to?” he demanded.

“You! Only you!”

You came violently, Hanzo had let go of your hair to allow you to snatch at the dresser and shudder as your orgasm ripped through you, your slick coating down Hanzo’s cock.

You felt the two dragons nose at your sex, licking up your orgasm with their little forked tongues, their cool little bodies felt so nice on your heated flesh. They nipped at your inner legs, little fangs and claws on your sensitive spots nearly had your knees give out.

Your eyes fluttered as you came down from your high slowly, going slack between Hanzo behind you and the dresser beneath you until his pace grew sloppier by the thrust until he came.

He threw his head back slightly as he came, mouth open as he released a groan of pure pleasure. Hot ropes of precious Shimada cum coated your insides, painting them white as Hanzo rode out his climax inside of you, a few more lazy thrusts as he shuddered. Cum leaked out from your sex and dripped onto the floor, needing to be cleaned soon or else you faced a soiled carpet, but something told you that you would have a light stain forever on the dark carpet.

Hanzo didn’t even bat an eye as he grabbed onto your waist and twisted you, tossing you to the floor. You landed on your back with a gasp, looking up at Hanzo. You suddenly felt like prey, but the sinful blush on your cheeks only buried yourself deeper in the sin bin as you stared up at him breathless and panting, still leaking cum down your thighs.

Hanzo glared at you, playful hints in his dark amber eyes.

“Look at the mess you have made of the carpet,” he teased. “Must I teach you the lesson this time?”

You had failed to notice Hanzo had grabbed something from the cabinet, and now a thick leather collar was held tightly in Hanzo’s grip as he loomed over you.

You had a feeling the carpet would need to be changed out after tonight.

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

“ I can’t read Greek, of course, but that doesn’t detract from the books’ value.”

"Fine, whatever," Pyro waved a careless hand, his attention far more focused on the book in front of him. "But are you sure you want to keep this particular book around?"

The book was bound in mottled leather of dubious origin, and molded into a distorted face, shrieking across the cover. The pages were covered in incomprehensible scribbling and grotesque illustrations, all in a rust-brown "ink" that smelled faintly of iron. Pyro could have sworn he heard faint sounds - a far off wail at the edge of his consciousness, a sinister whisper in his ear - whenever Shaw opened the book.

"Don't be so superstitious, Allerdyce," Sebastian said, turning the pages casually, flicking past nightmarish scenes. "It's a priceless artifact that will perhaps be very valuable to a museum or a scholar with too much time on their hands. Someone will pay handsomely for this, mark my words."

"Yeah, as long as we're not the ones who pay," Pyro mumbled, mouth dry. He didn't really believe in ghosts, but he didn't exactly disbelieve in them, either. And that moment in the graveyard.....that wild storm blowing in out of nowhere, headstones toppling, gates swinging wide with a metallic shriek. He'd probably write the scene into one of his novels. Later. Much later, when it wasn't so fresh and raw in his memories.

"Really, Allerdyce, I didn't think you were that much of a fool," Sebastian chuckled. "Those gothic romances of yours have rotted your brain completely. And at any rate, you said the words, so even if there's any truth to those ridiculous legends, we're perfectly safe."

"Yes....." Pyro trailed off, fidgeting with the flamethrower nozzles on his wrists. "I said all those words, no worries."

What was that sound? It was faint over the storm, but it almost sounded like groaning.

"Yes, indeed, no worries," Sebastian said almost indulgently. "No wor - what was that?!"

A shattering crash had interrupted him, somewhere very close by.

"Some damn tree branch must have knocked into a window," Sebastian was muttering. "Really, I should have had those trimmed back...."

But the groaning was getting louder, accompanied by a kind of squelching.

"Allerdyce?" Sebastian didn't look frightened, exactly, just slightly perturbed. "You did say the words when you took the book, didn't you?"

"Of course I did!" Pyro exclaimed, ignoring the jolt of fear running up his spine. "I said every word, quite clearly!" Well, he'd said most of the words. Surely that was good enough?

There were thudding sounds against the study door now, and another crash drew both Pyro and Shaw's attention to the window. Skeletal hands gripped the sill as something bony and glistening crawled inside.

"It's not my fault!" Pyro exclaimed, at the same time that Sebastian was shouting, "God damn it, Allerdyce, I am cutting you completely out of this deal and you'll pay for the damage to my study!" Both of them were drowned out by a hideous cackle from the book itself, which rose into the air, pages flapping.

The bad news was, there were a LOT of them. Damn near every graveyard within 100 miles seemed to have emptied out, and the book itself kept dive-bombing Pyro and Sebastian like a magpie in swooping season.

The good news was, they were all, including the book itself, exquisitely flammable.

(OOC: I am just blatantly stealing plots from Army of Darkness to fill prompts now. Call it an "homage." Pyro would totally be a Bruce Campbell fan, anyway.)

[dinklebat]

A Cursed Work (Part 1) (Part 2)

-

“Tobes, it’s gonna be fine-“

“It’s eas-easy to say for you! Your girlfriend didn’t just…just dump you!” Toby moaned from his position on the hardwood floor, his left hand drumming impatiently.

Ben just rolled his eyes and returned his attention to one of several computer screens circling the room. “I still think you’re overreact- hey!”

The sounds of explosions echoed from the computer’s speakers. Toby tilted up his head to look over at the blonde ghost’s game. “What now?”

“That bastard blew up my house AGAIN. DAMMIT JEFF I’M GONNA BURN DOWN YOUR CROPS AND BANG YOUR MOTHER!” Ben shouted into his microphone, his face flushed red.

“Jeff destroying your im-imaginary home makes you more upset than my REAL girlfriend dum-dumping me?”

“It’s not imaginary! It’s Minecraft and IT TOOK ME A WEEK TO BUILD!”

Laughter echoed from the room across the hall.

“WELL GLAD YOU FIND IT FUNNY JEFF!” Ben yelled back. In a huff, he exited the game and slammed the keyboard onto the ground, shattering some of the keys. “Stupid wannabe grunge hoodie wearing idiot.”

“So?”

Ben swiveled around in his gaming chair, looking down at his friend, collapsed onto the ground in an orange, gray, and brown heap of sadness. “So what, Toby?”

“Are you gonna help me?”

“Uhhhhh no? Clockwork is scary and Camelia is scarier. Plus, isn’t Rowan enough for you?”

“It’s not that Ro-Rowan isn’t enough at all! I love him!” the dark haired boy smiled behind his mouth guard at the though of the cheerful fae. “But I-I-I love Clocky too.”

Ben was quiet for a moment, glancing at the carefully posed action figures littering the shelves and the dozens of posters covering the walls as if they held some clue to his friend’s problems.

“Toby, maybe you should talk with Clockwork about this. Tell her how you feel and stuff,” he suggested awkwardly, fidgeting with his green tunic.

Toby sat up, his neck cracking from right to left. “Actually, there’s some-someone else I-I need to talk to first. Thanks, Ben.”

“Anytime, loser.”

-

“Camelia Adamache.”

The girl glanced up from the book she was reading.Across the room was a boy with dark hair and orange googles. Doby? Cody? Toby? They all looked the same to her.

The brunette girl sighed. She had decided to rest in the common room- a rather nice room with high walls and a polished dark oak floor- this afternoon rather than her own bedroom due the incessant noise from Jeff and Ben’s rooms.

“What do you want?” she asked suspiciously, her Romanian accent a tad thicker than normal.

“I want you to ke-keep away from Clockwork.”

Camelia blinked her large, dark green eyes, completely confused. “Men,” she muttered beneath her breath.

“By whose decree?” she asked, glancing down at her fingernails.

“Wha-what?”

Camelia stood up, gently setting down her leather bound book on the large wooden table.

“Is this order coming directly from you or from one of your superiors?”

The boy scoffed, his neck cracking suddenly, seemingly involuntarily. “It’s an ord- decree from me, your sup-superior.”

“In that case, no,” she replied, not looking up from her nails.

“Ex-excuse me?”

“I do not care for you or your orders. You don’t scare me. If Masky or the Operator himself ordered me away from her, then maybe. But unless you have some sort of reason why I should stay away from her…” she looked up at him, her green eyes filled with an eerie glow. “I see no point in doing so.”

The boy’s hands visibly trembled, even as he clenched and unclenched them. Good. She wanted him to fear her. Fear was power in this hellhole, after all.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of her, pressing her against the wall with his hand and knocking the wind from her lungs.

“You’re new here. You don’t know how things wor-work. That’s fair,” he chuckled without any hint of humor. “But you don’t get to being the second strongest proxy without knowing how to protect what is yours.”

“Don’t. You. Fucking. Touch. Me.”

She grabbed his hand, rapidly moving her mana to the tips of her fingers. The places where his skin met hers began to scald and burn as she released the spell. Yet he did not even flinch, as if he couldn’t feel his flesh burning.

“Oh,” he said softly, watching as the flesh of his hand darkened from her touch. He pulled his hand away and examined it. “Hm. I’m guessing that’s not very good.”

Camelia’s heart rate quickened. Was her magic not working properly?

He looked her up and down one more time, his face curling into a look of disgust. “I don’t get what she sees in you.”

Then he stormed off, not sparing her another glance.

(camelia belongs to @theweepingdemons)

[secretsniper2]

Part 6: Sister Slaves

“I have cum so many times now, is it possible to die from this” I think as I feel another delicious meal flows into my mouth, more cum for the good slave to drink. Pussy constantly flowing with cum, leaking through the box, I feel something I havnt felt in seemingly a lifetime, movement. The box that holds me moves around and a light appears and there he is, my Master looking down on me, the cum stained sex slave bound in tight rope, bringing my out of the box my Master commands me to sit still, and I do, why would I disobey my Master? sitting still he removes my ropes, my skin breathes as my Master drinks in the marks on my skin, red marks cover my body, rubbing a salve over my body he covers you in its cool embrace, still unmoving. “How do you feel?” my Master asks. “Much better now i can serve you, Master” I answer with a smile. The words still echoing fresh in my mind “You are now a Slave, you will Submit as you are now Property”. Cant fight whats a core of my very being, my reason to exist now can I?

Standing at my Masters side my head hangs low, I know better than to raise my head, telling me to follow him he leads me up some stairs and into a room. A woman is laying on the bed, sealed in a vacbed with a harsh vibrator hitting her clit directly, “How lucky she must be to cum so freely” I think to myself, not knowing what hell the woman is truly in. Walking to a wardrobe my Master takes a latex bodysuit, a latex hood, ballet boots and a corset. Putting the bodysuit on it seemed to be a size smaller than I expected, my ample breasts fitting nicely into the waiting cups and im zipped in within minutes, Corset follows, pulling tight my Master ensures it wont be coming off any time soon with a few knots, the latex hood, covering my eyes and ears, leaving my nostrils and mouth exposed only, I test my latex hood by licking the latex that circles it, the smell and taste of the latex now grasping my head is beyond divine, my long blue hair flowing like water from a hole in the back of the hood and down my latex covered spine. “Master dresses me so nicely” I think as Im taken to the bed with the woman occasionally squirming in her latex prison, my Master helps me put my ballet boots on my feet and laces them up tight. My Master gets my collar and wraps it around my latex neck, its a perfect fit, Leather cuffs are placed tightly around my wrists and connected together with a chain passing through a d-ring in the back of my collar, pulling my wrists up my back. Leash on end Im led out by my neck down the stairs and into the big room. Standing in the darkness without direction a thumb pushes into my waiting mouth, my tongue wrapping around it instantly and moving up and down its length as Im walked around the wide room, thumb removed my head is eased forward as my tongue searches for something to suckle on and Im greeted with a cold metal dildo and I take it in deep.

Coddling the dildo in my mouth I pump back and forth and suck hard, rewarded for my passion and eagerness with a thick, sticky fluid, its more delicious cum! mixed with other many flavours I cant quite place, I pump my head more and more, the mixture flowing slowly into my mouth and down my eager throat I continue sucking hard. Managing to get the dildo down my throat I begin to work it from tip to base, as more of my breakfast oozes into my mouth and throat, not spilling a single drop, I dare not do that. Feeling a hand wrap around my body and grasp my breast I moan deeply into the cock I gladly suck, moving down my latex body my Master takes great pleasure in toying with his things, pulling a zipper he exposes my gushing sex to the room, knowing how happy I am going to become I push deep on the dildo and as I pull back my Master enters me. Stuck between 2 cocks I rock my entire body back forth now, fucking myself in 2 holes till my Master doubles my speed and pumps hard and fast inside my pussy, “Cum slave” I hear and do so immediately, leaking my own cum from my pulsing lips as his cock keeps thrusting away. Another orgasm already ready to go but I hold yourself back, resorting to loud moans to signal Im ready again but my Master says nothing but continues thrusting, “thats it girl, keep holding it back” he says in my latex coated ear as I do as commanded, every fibre of my very being is now focused on holding back my approaching orgasm, while my head works the dildo automatically. After 5 minutes of resisting I hear him, “Cum hard slut!” and I do as commanded, Masters cum ripping through my body as Im pulled off the dildo while I cry out in bliss!

Helping me to my feet from my devastating orgasm Im lead, once again to a room, belly full of cum mixture Im forced to sit down, another dildo pokes my pussy and I push down hard, taking the entire toy in deep inside with a satisfied moan. I feel my Masters hands on my face, clearly looking where my eyes would be he says “do not get up off this device” he says sternly, hoping for more pleasure Im pleased to feel a low rumble between my legs as my body rocks around, but never lifting off my seat. “ill let you cum as much as you want for now” my Master says, eliciting a squeal from my mouth as my head flies back in the wake of another orgasm. Turning to leave me, my Master heads back upstairs to tend to his other pet.

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Never-ending stimulation, I would have stopped the device hours ago if I could, what would my Master do to me if I did though, the reality scared me more than I thought it would. As I feel a hand grab my sensitive breast I jump in my latex prison, squeezing firmly my breathing quickens till it stops entirely, my Master holding my nose closed my brain works in overdrive until he lets go and I slam into the brick wall that is my denial. Turning the Hitachi off my Master sets on releasing me from my vacbed, sitting me up he removes my “clothes” and I stand naked with my weak hands behind my head, Im put in a clear latex suit and mask set, sliding in easily due to my sweat, my ass, pussy, breasts and face left exposed, I find my knees have thick padding and find out what its for as my Master wraps a belt around my waist and pulls my feet up, meeting my firm ass, my feet are connected to straps attached to my belt, locking my feet against my ass but keeping everything easy to reach. My hands are sealed in latex mitts renders my hands completely useless, more paw than hand now, my collar is locked on and clamps are attached to my highly sensitive nipples as my breasts hang beneath me. My Master commands me to sit like a good girl and with some difficulty, I manage to sit back, feeling my Masters cum begin to leak onto the floor, noticing this my Master gives my leash a yank and walks me out of the room and slowly down the stairs.

Hearing a hum nearby my Master takes me to the source of the noise, my eyes widen as I see the blue haired woman, bound to the sybian and fluid running down her thighs freely, clearly caught mid orgasm as Im led to a weird device near the kitchen, a dildo protrudes from its base as well as from a standing height, unreachable in my current bind. Commanded to suck by my Master I take the cock in my mouth and begin to work the fleshy toy, sucking harder and harder Im rewarded with fluid shooting in my mouth, its thick and tastes horrible, clearly a cum mixture I continue sucking hard as I swallow, taking the toy deeper each time I suck, my heavily denied pussy juices dripping to the floor as my Master gets some bacon and eggs for his meal. Eyeing my Masters food as he eats my only choice is to suck harder and harder, clearly meaning this to be my meal for now I have no choice, the disgusting taste is all over my tongue and coats my throat. I dont think ill ever get used to the taste of cum.. Having finished his meal my Master stands and walks to the other woman, cumming on the sybian.

Leading the woman back to me, my Master commands my sister slave to get on her knees she complies silently and her tongue jumps out of her mouth when she was told to drink his cum from my wet pussy, moving blindly forward, balancing herself carefully with her arms chained behind her back her chin brushes my cheek and moves further down my body and into position, tasting my pussy directly her tongue dives deep inside my moist folds, drawing out my Masters cum with ease she sucks it down into her mouth then gut. “keep pumping that cock slut!” my Master shouts, jumping me back to reality as I resume my sucking, collecting more cum flavoured fluid and swallowing it. Continuing to work over my pussy my sister slave draws more and more of my Masters cum from my soaked pussy and would have made me cum 3 times by now if I were still able to cum. Pulling the cum hungry slave away my Master inspects my pussy, clearly she had got all his cum out as he pulls his cock out and leads the girl to a chair, sits down and puts her eager mouth to work, unloading 3 times in her mouth not a single drop escapes her vacuum. Pulling me off the dildo my Master leads me by my collar and my blue haired sister slave to the toy room, there he straps me down tightly, and commands my sapphire haired friend to have a drink from my pussy and to keep drinking till shes satisfied, lips locking against lips, her masterful tongue works me over with a passion I cant define as my Master moves in front of me and pushes his cock into my mouth, a tongue working my pussy over, a nose pressing into my ass and a cock in my mouth, is this heaven or hell?!

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Simply amazing taste, I continue diving into the pussy my Master ordered me to devour, grinding my face into the womans sex I jab my tongue into her engorged button causing more moans from the woman, if I had my eyes I would be staring up at my Master with a gaze only a Master would love, I redouble my assault on the never-ending pool of delicious fluids as the woman starts shaking everywhere, sucking hard against her labia my tongue working her insides like a harp, shes sure to cum soon I just know it! Pulled away by my Master I instinctively cry out “Thank you Master!” while my lips and chin shine with yummy juices. Im rewarded with my enthusiasm with a toy sliding easily inside my own drooling pussy, strapping the toy in my Master slaps my ass, responding with a moan my other cheek takes a hit, “mmm, thank you Master!” I moan out loudly as my Master stands me up and lowers me on a thick dildo, “sit down” Im commanded and so I do, lowering down on the dildo I hit a chair at the bottom with a bump that my clit sits on perfectly, with a simple “stay” my clit is found sitting on a Hitachi as my Master turns it on. My head flies back as I moan out loudly, getting gagged for the noise, probing with my tongue I feel around the gag, it seals my mouth shut with a ring but there's something in the way, I cant push it out with my tongue alone.

“Its a plug” I mentally scream as my Master once again takes my willing mouth, my tongue gets to work pleasing my Master’s tasty cock, both my Master and I work on thrusting away inside my mouth, pulling back he unloads all over my tongue, I savour the taste and swallow. Left sitting in darkness with a humming clit I cum hard only moments later to cum again harder, my clit dancing on the vibrator I hear moans coming from the other slave, clearly getting my Masters cock inside her I cum again at the mere thought.

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Masters cock pumping in my ass hard, thrust after thrust, my needy pussy drooling on the floor I moan aloud and gaze at the blue haired slave, shes cumming constantly, how desperately I wish our places were reversed, so I could experience a orgasm once again, its almost gone now, the memory of a orgasm, I remember it being exquisite and highly enjoyable but that was all I can remember, replaced by heavy denial as my ass is creamed deep before my Master pushes 7 vibrating eggs inside me and pushes a cover over my pussy, sealing them in, held in place by a urethral insert inflated at the tip when it got deep enough, not going anywhere anytime soon my body is tormented with stimulation with no end in sight. Looking again at my sister slave as her cum flows from between her thighs I glance up to my Master with pleading eyes, a simple “Not for a very long time” beats you down hard. Taking both my sisters and my leash my Master leads us both to his bedroom, Yawning as he opens a cage at the foot of his bed, he pushes me inside and locks it tight, my new room apparently. My sister slave however is pushed on the bed as my Master follows out of sight, I can only guess what's taking place but clearly its rough for her.

tomorrow promises a hard day for me and my new sister slave.

[one-piece-but-smitten]

Fearless

Nami × Reader

Tags/TW: Small bit of Sexual Harassment

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"Oi bartender, hit me with another whiskey."

You managed to croak, your hot cheek resting comfortably against the cold leather of your jacket. It had been a rough night for you. Right now, you were trying to burn it out with the Fireball you kept ordering. The barkeep cocked a brow at you, passing silent judgement before sliding you the glass. You took it up gratefully, sipping at the poison. She glanced at you a few times, unable to hide her curiosity as she finally spoke to you.

"You don't seem like the heavy drinker type. What's your damage?"

She asked. You looked over at her again. She was unbelievably pretty. Long, ginger hair fell far past her shoulders and draped down her back like a fiery waterfall. A mirthless chuckle escaped your mouth before you sipped at the glass again.

"Nothing major, not worth rememberin' anyway."

You replied. The answer doesn't seem to satisfy her, you could tell from the way her hazel eyes lingered on you. She fixed a drink for a fellow not too far down from your stool, and you let yourself get back to your thoughts.

Nothin' major... What a load of horse shit.

You thought bitterly to yourself, unable to push it out of your mind.

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"Fired?!"

"Exactly right, [Name]. The company has no more need for you here. I'm sure there are plenty of opportunities for new wor-"

The man jumped as you slammed your hand down against the desk, standing upright. You were a tall individual, and the way your boss cowered under your shadow emphasized it greatly. Your eyes narrowed at him viciously.

"May I ask the reason you're firing me, sir?"

You growled, venom dripping as you addressed him by the title. He swallowed, looking up at you sheepishly. You weren't stupid. You knew why. You just wanted him to grow a pair and say it to your face. You watched him take his time, gathering his courage before glaring up at you fearfully.

"B...B-Because you're terrifying, damn it!!! Now get off the premise b-before I call security on you!!"

He shot back, his voice high and squeaky as he shot up and pointed at the door. You let out a huff, shooting him one last death glare before turning on your heel to stalk out of the office.

"Fine, you've been a pain in the ass anyway."

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"--You okay there??"

You snapped your head up, brought out of the memory by a voice. It was the barkeep again... What was her name? You managed a grin, shifting slightly on the barstool.

"Yeah, yeah. Just got a little lost in thought,"

You paused, squinting at the small tag above her chest that held her name.

"Nami."

You looked back up at her, seeing her give you a small smile. You liked that smile. It was warm, radiant. Most smiles that were aimed your way were nervous or uncertain, so the little gesture felt like a nice change. You went back to your drink, but eventually your eyes wandered back to Nami. She really was beautiful. A sigh escaped your lips before you caught yourself, mentally blaming the drink for the rouge tint of your cheeks as you chug the rest of it down. Lovely as she was, that smile was only given to you because you were a customer. People like you were too scary for a fragile thing like love. You couldn't even remember your last relationship.. Maybe that was just because you forgot. Either way, you felt the chances were slim. Getting out of the depressing subject, you watched a man wander back towards the bar from the table section, a few of his friends not far behind him. He had an arrogant look about him, something told you he felt like starting trouble. He came over to where Nami was, leaning against the counter towards her. She only spared him a glance as she fixed drinks for the other patrons, flashing him a quick smile.

"What can I get you?"

She asked him. The grin on his face grew wider as he glanced back at his friends. You studied him silently from your seat, taking in small details to get a read on him. He was tall, a little taller than you, even. His face was marred by multiple scars, the way they adorned his face told you he had earned those from fights. Your grip tightened on the whiskey glass in your hand, your mind on edge as he leaned in closer to her.

"How about a round?"

She raised her eyebrow at the request, crossing her arms as she chuckled. You knew what he meant, but apparently Nami had missed it.

"Bud, I need to know what kind of drink you want."

She replied. The smug expression of his refused to falter as he let out a sharp laugh. You weren't liking this guy, not one bit. Your eyes hardened as you watched the interaction.

"What kind of round? I'd say a rough one in that hotel nearby when you're done here, pretty lady. What about it?"

He replied. His friends chortled in the background, whooping and praising his wit like a pack of yesmen. This could go one of two ways; either he takes "no" or he doesn't. Paired with the little fleet of kissups he had with him, your gut told you "no" wasn't in this dumbass's vocabulary today. Nami sighed, closing her eyes. With her beauty, she had to be used to the gross flirts by now. That thought gave you no comfort whatsoever.

"That sounds really nice, sir, but I'm not really interested."

She replied shortly. You hid a snort at the blunt reply, going unnoticed by the man. His eyes narrowed at the answer, and within moments he had overstepped his bounds tremendously. His hands had snaked over the counter, going immediately to Nami's ass. She let out a yelp, but she didn't fight back. She couldn't. Like hell you were going to let this go.

You stood up slowly from your seat, your blood boiling as you approached him. He looked over at you with a disinterested expression, looking nonchalant as he gripped her behind.

"What d'you want? I'm in the middle of something here."

He grumbled. You ignored him, your eyes going over to Nami. She let out small whimpers as he groped her, your eyes locking with hers.

She looked terrified.

Your movement was swift and powerful. You raised your left arm, and your hand locked itself onto his head as you forced it down against the bar counter with a monstrous force. His hands flew away from her as he screamed out in pain, clutching his face. You broken his nose, along with a few of his teeth. God, you wished you could do so much worse, but you wouldn't dare to scar Nami with any more of that. Your eyes narrowed down at him dangerously, your anger raw and barely contained as you maintained the grip on his cranium.

"That wasn't a smart thing to do, pal. She just told you no, that wasn't a fuckin' invitation. You're lucky that I haven't fucked up more than your face, you pig."

You hissed into his ear, letting his head go before taking him by the collar and tossing him at his friends. They caught him unsteadily, looking fearfully over at you. You looked down on them, your voice a deep rumble as you growled over at them.

"Get out and don't come back."

You stated. They didn't need to be told twice. No sooner than you said it, the small troupe scrambled out the door, carrying the incapacitated harasser with them. You turned back to Nami, your eyes searching her worriedly.

"Are you okay?"

You asked, the concern obvious in your tone. You met her eyes again. You knew you were scary, what just happened had to be terrifying for her. She probably saw you as a monster now.. No more sunshine smiles for you..

But there wasn't any fear in her eyes.

She grinned up at you, looking amazed.

"I'm okay now, don't worry! That was terrifying though... I don't know what would have happened if you didn't come save me like that.."

She said, shivering. You felt a blush crawl into your face, smiling back at her sheepishly.

"I-It's no big deal, really.. I just did what was right."

You replied humbly, scratching the back of your neck. She shook her head at the reply, her gaze full of fire.

"You just KO'ed a guy bigger than you like it was nothing!! Don't go all modest on me with that kind of stunt, I owe you big time!" 

She replied firmly, taking your hand in hers and giving it a quick squeeze before putting it down. You looked away, feeling your blush grow rapidly.

"At least let me thank you somehow."

She offered. Your heart skipped a beat. Maybe there was a chance.. You look down at her, swallowing.

"Well, I'm free on Wednesday if you wanna head to the movies that night.."

You reply, setting your hands in your pockets awkwardly. Your eyes drift back to her face, and the sight almost makes you lose it.

She's blushing.

No weird face. No grimace. No sign of rejection. Hope sparked inside of you and caught on your heart like wildfire as she felt her cheeks, avoiding your gaze in an embarrassed fashion. Adorable. Finally, she looked back up at you, giving you that sunshine smile that you were growing fond of.

"Okay... But can I know something?"

Taking a second to get out of your dumbfounded stupor, you looked down at her curiously.

"Of course, what's up?"

She giggles.

"What's your name?"

You pause, processing it for a minute. Finally, you let out a laugh. It goes for a minute before you calm down, apologizing before catching your breath fully.

"Sorry about that... I had forgotten to introduce myself, I'm so stupid!"

You chuckle, shaking your head. You hold out your hand, offering her your first genuine smile of the night.

"I'm [Name]."

She grasps your hand, shaking it slightly.

"I'm happy to finally know it. How about you come here around 7:30 that day to pick me up?"

You grin.

"Sounds good."

Suddenly, the back pocket of your riding pants started to vibrate. You rolled your eyes, pulling out your phone to see your friend was calling. They didn't call unless they needed you down there for something. With a sigh, you look back at her apologetically.

"Sorry to cut this short, but I gotta go. If that fucker gives you any trouble again, call me."

You say, taking out an old receipt and a pen from your pocket to scribble down your number. You slide it down towards her along with the money for your drinks before heading towards the door, taking up your helmet on the way out. You can feel her eyes on you as you go.

The eyes that refuse to fear you.

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I SMELLED NAMI STANS AND I HAVE COME TO FEED YOU HELLO I AM HERE

By the by, most of my reader inserts are gender neutral and unless someone specifically requests for a gender that's how it stays

[crystalninjaphoenix]

Resurgence

A Jacksepticeye Fan Fiction

Part Six: Magic Solves Everything

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Summary: Marvin undertakes the task of finding Chase’s kids, but that’s interrupted when he’s called to help at the hospital. Magic backfires, and everything ends with a sudden realization

(This part is long and I apologize to all the mobile users who have to scroll past this whole thing but I didn’t think it would have as great an impact if it was split in two parts)

The dining room clock read 1:08. It was hard for Marvin to believe it was still so early in the day. In the space of about an hour, Schneep had returned, they’d discovered that Anti had taken Chase’s kids, and the whole group had attracted the police’s attention in the bad way. Now they had to find the kids and wake up Jack before anything bad could happen to either of them. It was pretty overwhelming, actually.

He still found it weird how JJ’s house had two separate rooms for the kitchen and the dining room, instead of the combination-type thing most modern houses had. But whatever. It worked. Currently, Marvin and Jackie were sitting at the wooden dining table, waiting for JJ to come back. Jackie was leaning back in his chair, peering through the doorway into the kitchen, hoping to keep an eye on their silent friend. Marvin was staring aimlessly at the pale blue wallpaper, tracing the pattern with his eyes.

Bang. Marvin jumped, already reaching for his wand, only to see that Jackie had tilted his chair back too far and fallen over. “Ugh. Ow,” the hero groaned.

“You asked for it, you fucking moron,” Marvin muttered, rolling his eyes.

“Shut up and help me up.”

As Marvin pulled Jackie to his feet, JJ poked his head through the doorway. Observing the scene, he raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Jackie’s an idiot, but he’s okay,” Marvin explained. “You ready yet?”

JJ stepped into the dining room in answer. He was holding a ceramic bowl out in front of him with both hands, a leather-bound book tucked beneath one arm. Carefully, he walked over and set the bowl on the table’s surface.

Jackie leaned over and looked into the bowl. “Water?” he frowned. “I don’t get it. Is it, like, special magic water?”

JJ placed the book next to the bowl and signed, You need liquid or crystal in order to scry. Seeing as how we don’t have the time to go out and purchase a crystal ball, water is our best shot.

“Okay...” Marvin pulled the book toward him. “What about this? Instructions?”

JJ nodded. Page 239.

Marvin flipped through the old, yellowed paper until her reached the page mentioned. The spell looked simple enough. It wouldn’t even take that much energy. But he still spotted a problem...

“You do realize we’re on a time crunch, right?” Jackie asked, breaking Marvin’s concentration.

The magician scowled. “You can’t rush spells. Things could go very fucking wrong very fucking quickly if anything gets messed up.”

I like being thorough as much as the next person, JJ signed, but Jackie is right. We need to hurry. Just start and I’ll correct you if you stray off the beaten path.

He hated skipping out on instructions, but Marvin had to admit they were right. “Okay, but there’s a catch. It says we need something that belongs to the person we’re scrying for. And I dunno ‘bout you guys, but I don’t feel like breaking into Chase’s ex’s house to steal his kids’ things. That probably wouldn’t look good to the police.”

It’s recommended that we use something like that, but from what I know the spell can work just fine without it, JJ explained. It just won’t be as powerful.

“You sure?” Marvin asked. When JJ nodded, he sighed. “Okay. Here goes nothing.” Glancing at the book once more, he pulled on his mask and grabbed the bowl, moving it closer to him. He stared into the rippling water, taking slow, deep breaths. This wasn’t the kind of magic he was used to. There wasn’t any incantation-speaking or wand-waving. Just concentration and power of will, shaped by magic.

Marvin felt a slight tingle in his fingertips and a pressure behind his eyes. The liquid in the bowl started swirling of its own accord, slowly turning green like dye spreading through a glass of water. Marvin inhaled deeply, letting the breath out slowly. This was the part where he was supposed to focus on the person he was trying to find. It was lucky that he’d met Chase’s kids before, otherwise they’d have to find another way to do this. He brought up memories of times when he’d been staying at Chase’s house the same time as the kids. Bobby was seven. She took after Chase in looks, but not in temperament. She was a bit grumpy and prickly, but she cared deeply about her family, especially her little brother. Trevor was only five years old. Very hyperactive. He was never able to sit still, always needing to fiddle with something in order to concentrate.

At this point, Marvin couldn’t have looked away from the bowl if he tried. His eyes remained fixed in place, unable to even blink. The water was completely green, glowing bright and whirling furiously in a downward spiral, but never spilling over the edge despite the violent swirling. He was dimly aware of JJ and Jackie leaning closer, peering over his shoulders, but he couldn’t afford to break concentration. He felt the magic pulsing up and down his arms, connecting his mind to the scrying bowl.

Suddenly, everything stopped. The water turned unnaturally still, unnaturally quickly. It seemed to clear, and Marvin saw his reflection, JJ on one side and Jackie on the other. Then, the reflection changed and warped, transforming into a scene that faded into a glowing green background like an old-fashioned vignette. The three stared down at a black-and-white image of a narrow alleyway, trash piled against dirty walls. The picture kept flickering, changing focus, glitching. Two small figures were stumbling through the small gap, the taller one leading the shorter one by the hand. They seemed to be in a hurry, but didn’t have the energy to run. They kept looking behind them. There was a shadow on the wall behind them, the silhouette of a man following them.

The image broke, splintering into many pixels. Marvin lurched backwards as something seemed to force him away. The bowl shattered, ceramic pieces and water flying outward. Fortunately, all of them were fast enough to protect their faces from the sharp projectiles.

“What the fuck was that?” Jackie asked, stunned.

“I don’t know Jackie, what else could it have been?” Marvin snapped.

“But are they safe? I mean, they weren’t in, like prison or anything.”

Maybe they gave him the slip, JJ suggested hopefully.

“I doubt that somehow.” Marvin chewed his lip in thought. “This is part of a plan.”

The sound of a phone ringing interrupted their speculating. Jackie dug into his hoodie pocket and checked the caller ID. “It’s Chase.” Surprised, he accepted the call. “What’s up?”

Marvin could actually hear Chase’s frantic voice on the other side. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down,” Jackie said. “Do we need to meet up with you?” More panic on the other end. “Okay, okay, we’ll be there. See you.” Jackie hung up.

“So...what’s the problem?” Marvin asked.

“He won’t wake up!?”

“That is what I said!”

The hospital room was crowded with five people crammed inside with a bunch of medical equipment. The equipment wasn’t originally in the room, but Chase and Schneep had sneaked all the necessary items for reviving a person in a coma. After all, it’s not like they could tell the hospital staff that they needed to wake up one of the patients. They would ask why, and if they explained that he was possibly in danger because a creature that looked exactly like him wanted him dead...well, it wouldn’t be good.

“Schneep, are...are you one hundred percent sure that you’re doing this right? “Jackie asked tentatively. “I mean, if hospitals could wake up people in comas, there’d be a lot less comas around.”

The doctor shook his head. “This is different, Jackie. Back—” he broke off, cleared his throat, and continued, “Back when it was clear to me that Jack was not going to make it out of the surgery alive, I induced this myself, to keep him out of his hands. That is sometimes done on the operating table under normal circumstances. I am aware of the steps needed to undo it. But n-nothing is wor-working.”

Chase, nervously twisting his hands as he stood by the be, jumped in. “Why did he want Jack dead anyway? I thought he wanted a new host.”

A physically weak host is easier to control, JJ explained. He might be able to force his way in for a brief time, but he can’t maintain that for long. He needs some sort of weakness to get in, the more severe, the better. A pause. Or, he could have changed his mind and decided to get rid of him.

Schneep frowned. “What are you talking about? How do you know these things?”

“So, what do you need us to do?” Marvin said hastily. “We’re not doctors.”

“No, but you have magic, Marvin,” Schneep said. “I think it might succeed where I have failed.”

“I...I’m flattered, Schneep, but I have no idea how to wake someone up,” Marvin couldn’t mask the shock in his voice.

“You can figure something out,” Schneep shrugged. “Is not too difficult to do.” 

“Maybe winging it is good for some things, but not magic,” Marvin said through gritted teeth. “I’ve already said this today, but making up shit as you go can have serious consequences.”

“Well, do we really have a choice, Marvin?!” Chase yelled in an uncharacteristic burst of anger. “Yeah, we could wait for you to go find a coma-waking-up spell, but by the time you’ve done that Jack could be dead! Bobby and Trevor could—” he stopped, hands clenched in fists by his sides. “Just—you gotta just try.” His voice was choked with sadness and trembling with fear.

Jackie and JJ gave Marvin identical imploring looks. The magician sighed deeply. “Okay, okay, I see your point.” He walked over to the side of the hospital bed, pulling on his mask again. “But don’ say I didn’t warn you.”

Sometimes, Marvin hated that he was the only one of the group with magic. It meant he was constantly being called on for things like this. Of course, he wasn’t going to refuse. But he’d like some sort of help sometimes.

Looking down at Jack, he took a deep, steadying breath. Maybe...maybe if he modified some sort of psychic spell. He wasn’t too good at those, but seeing as how a coma was mostly a mental thing, it seemed like the best shot. “Vityo qoid tuer vid ies...” he muttered. “Ego tuer psyk uto...”

The words called to the magic, no wand needed. Marvin felt the familiar snap of sparks between his fingers, and saw green at the edge of his vision. Normally, you’d need eye contact for psychic spells, but that was impossible when one of the participants was in a coma. So instead, he placed his hand on Jack’s forehead, pushing the spell out through his fingers into Jack’s mind.

flashes of a strange place...

terror and horror in equal measure...

running from monsters in a maze of corridors...

Marvin shuddered at the images. Was Jack having nightmares? No matter, he had to continue. He could feel the others’ eyes on him. But...now what to do? There were spells to put someone to sleep...maybe he could reverse them... “Imreud, niam e vijel aoré facsi’atys...”

Go ahead... tr̛y to fall asleep̶...

Go ahead...try to w̵áke͢ h̀i̴̷͞m҉͏̕ up͢...

This was wrong this was wrong this was wrong. Static was crackling an overlay in front of his vision and there was an awful frantic beeping coming from somewhere. Somebody was laughing laughing laughing at him. The spell was being turned against him but he couldn’t stop it he could see the swathes of green and purple magic leaking from his hands but he couldn’t stop them—

Somebody grabbed his wrist, trying to break contact with Jack. Marvin looked away from his comatose friend to see who it was but there was only a vague outline made of static. Then, with a sudden, electric snap! his hand was wrenched away. Magic sprayed across the hotel room, painting the walls in dark green and purple. Marvin collapsed. He would’ve fallen to the floor if he wasn’t being held upright by whoever managed to stop the corrupted spell.

“No! No!” Three others were running around the room, but Marvin saw them only as shadowy figures. Someone was yelling something about vitals as if through a long tunnel. Someone else responded, saying something about blood...

As the scene became more clear, Marvin pushed away from whoever was holding him. He blinked away the darkness. Jackie was standing in the room’s doorway, peering outside, frantically looking left and right to see if anyone had noticed what went down. Schneep was standing nearby, reading the green text on a heart monitor. Chase was on the other side of the bed, looking like he very much wanted to grab Jack and shake him awake but was also scared he would break him apart if he did. Marvin looked down at the comatose man; Jack’s eyes were bleeding, red flowing like tears. He turned around and saw JJ staring at him, half-reaching out in case he collapsed again.

“Thanks,” Marvin mumbled. JJ smiled and wiggled his mustache.

Jackie closed the door to the room, turning to the others. “I don’t think anyone noticed.”

“Wh-what was that?” Chase asked. “Was that him?”

“Yeah, no fucking shit, Chase,” Marvin growled.

“But, I-I mean how’d he do that?”

“I think...” Marvin hesitated, getting his thoughts together. “I think he hijacked the coma somehow.”

“This isn’t time for puns, Marvin!” Jackie yelled, frustrated.

“I didn’t—” the magician sighed. “Look, it’s the best word for it. I saw into Jack’s mind when I was trying to wake him up. He was-was having terrible nightmares. And I heard his voice...he wanted Jack to stay in the coma.”

With a cry of frustration, Schneep pushed over the heart monitor. It crashed to the floor. “Is nothing safe anymore?!” he shouted, voice cracking. “Why must we always fall to An—to him and his...his sadistic tendencies?! One time I try and do something right and he takes it and ruins it an-and poisons it!”

“Henrik, no...” Jackie said in a soft voice. “This isn’t your fault.”

“You do not know that, my friend.” Schneep’s voice was raw. “If-if someone else had been there...if I had been able to fight him off...this wouldn’t be happening!”

“Doc, you can’t seriously be blaming yourself,” Chase said, shocked. “You’re not the same as him. You never tried to hurt Jack.”

Schneep was silent at that. His shoulders slumped, and he leaned heavily against the wall. Marvin, Jackie, and Chase all exchanged looks. They’d seen their friend despair before...they’d even seen him blame himself before, when a patient on the operating table was lost. But this? This was something else, a whole new level.

JJ, perhaps being the only stranger in the group when it came to Schneep, stepped forward. He put a hand on the doctor’s shoulder, intending to comfort him.

It had the opposite effect.

Schneep stiffened, then staggered away with a strange, strangled cry. He turned and faced Jameson. There was a burning in his eyes. A look of horror, betrayal...and recognition. “You,” he said breathlessly.

Jameson looked shocked. But not in a surprised way. More in a I-didn’t-expect-to-face-this way. But he wasn’t confused. Marvin shifted, hand straying towards his wand. “Schneep, what do you—”

“You!” Schneep scrambled away from Jameson, knocking over an IV and another monitor in the process. He looked around, frenzied, searching for something to defend himself as he continued to back away. “Did you not think I would remember!? Did you not think you would be discovered!?”

Jackie hurried to Schneep’s side. “Henrik, I don’t know what you’re—”

“It’s him!” Schneep practically screamed the words. “The silent man! He works for Ant—for him! And you all are just letting him be here! Oh, you have been fooled, my friends, so dangerously fooled!”

“What? No, doc, you’ve got it all wrong,” Chase came over too, stepping between Schneep and JJ. “He’s not what you think he is.”

“Is he not? Or has he tricked you?” Schneep hissed. “I remember. I saw him that day we lost Jack. He was in the hospital, and he was in the observing room. He came after me.” The doctor looked nothing short of murderous. There wasn’t anything even remotely resembling a weapon in the hospital room, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t about to try and fight against this perceived threat. He steadied himself, and took a step forward.

Marvin drew his wand and pointed it at him.

Everyone froze.

“Look, I’m not going to pretend you don’t have a reason for this,” the magician said slowly. “I actually think you’re kind of justified. But you don’t know everything. So we’re all going to calm down and talk about this like reasonable people, damn it.”

Schneep said nothing, staring at the wand with wide eyes. He glanced over at Jameson, who looked away. “...fine,” he grumbled.

Then he bolted for the door.

Taken by surprise, Marvin barely had time to shoot a immobilize spell and miss before Schneep was out the door. “Shit!” Jackie cried. Chase probably would’ve said something along the same lines, but he was already on his way out. Jackie hesitated, looking over at Marvin and JJ to see if they were alright. JJ nodded, then gestured for Jackie to follow Chase. He did so, sprinting out of the room.

Silence.

“JJ...” Marvin said quietly. “Are you okay?”

Jameson glanced at him. He crossed his arms, looked down at his feet, and blinked rapidly. Then he signed, I want to go home.

Marvin hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. Okay. I’ll go with you. I think...” Deep breath. “I think we need to leave this part to them.”

[imagines-and-whutnot-blog]

Maybe Under Different Circumstances (1/3)

Captain Phasma x Reader

A/N: There aren’t enough Phasma x reader fics in the world.

The day Captain Phasma saved you was the day the First Order had attacked the wealthy planet. You and your family were not wealthy. You had money and a nice home, but you weren’t filthy rich. Your parents worked as servants for the members of the Galactic Senate and you were often looked after at a local day care, not too far from the government building. You were only five years old during the attack.

The government building was the first building that was struck and ultimately destroyed. The explosion rattled the daycare’s foundation and caused the building to collapse on itself. Screams of terror and cries of pain filled your ears and scared you to the point of hyperventilation. For some miracle, you weren’t crushed to death by the falling ceiling as you and a few other children were playing a game of hide and seek. You opted to hide under a clothed, somehow indestructible, table.

In the midst of balling your eyes out and hugging your beloved teddy bear to your chest, you heard the familiar scrapes of stones sliding on top of another. Adult voices suddenly erupted all around you and they were growing louder and louder until one giant slab of stone was pulled off your table. You jumped and screamed, resulting in you clutching your toy even tighter.

You felt a rough hand yank you from underneath the table and you were sure your scream erupted a few ear drums.

“It’s alright, you’re safe.” The modified voice of a woman stilled your crying and you opened your eyes to see a very tall stormtrooper clutching your shirt.

You sniffed and wiped your eyes with your shirt sleeve. “Where’s my mommy and daddy?” You whined.

“I don’t know, child.” When she spoke, she relaxed you. It was odd, considering no one, not even either of your parents, could have done that.

The white armored stormtrooper then took off her helmet and kneeled in front you. You got a good look at her platinum blonde hair that was trimmed short and her kind blue eyes. She was very pale, too, unlike most of the citizens in Coruscant, and she looked very young, but still old enough to look like an adult. “What’s your name?” She asked.

“(Y/N),” you answered.

She smiled and held out her hand. “It’s good to meet you, (Y/N). You can call me Phasma.”

You shook her larger hand, and Phasma suddenly picked you up and began to carry you out of the ruins. You didn’t dare look around the once beautiful planet, as you buried your face into Phasma’s plated chest.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“Somewhere safe.” Her modified voice returned and you guessed that she was wearing her helmet again. “The First Order will take care of you, little one. Don’t wor-“

“Air strike!” Another modified voice yelled from a distance. Phasma took off to take cover in an empty building. It was falling apart, but it was better than nothing.

The building rattled as more explosions were set off. You cried into Phasma’s chest and held onto her tighter than your toy. She set you down and began to fire her blaster through a broken window.

The building shook with another explosion. Phasma mumbled something under her breath and kneeled before you a second time.

“(Y/N), I need you to run,” Phasma said. “Run as fast as you can, okay?”

“To where?”

“Anywhere! Just get away from here.” She picked you from your shirt and escorted you through the small building. There was a back entrance and she opened a small crack, popped her head out, and opened it further. She set you down and placed something in your small hand.

“If you need to trade something to get away, you trade this,” she clutched your wrist and held it before your eyes. It was an inch tall First Order emblem, made from sleek, black steel. “It’s worth a lot of money. Use the money to find your family and get off this planet.”

“Where are you going to go?” You asked.

“I need to stay, it’s my duty.”

“But Phasma-!”

“No buts,” she opened the door as wide as it could get and pushed you out. “Run! Now!”

You took off with the sound of blasters and aircrafts raging in your ears. Through some luck, you didn’t have to trade a single thing to get to safety. You found a base with various airplanes with x-shaped wings on either side of their bodies. You were taken in by the Resistance and have lived, trained, and worked with other children who lost their families. You hated the First Order for what they did to your parents, but you never held a grudge against Phasma. As you grew older, all you wanted was to thank her for what she did.

Now that you’re twenty-five and a soldier for the Resistance, you had a greater chance to run into Phasma again. What you didn’t count on was her being the Captain Phasma your new friend, Finn, talked about with fear and anger in his eyes.

But, you finally returned the favor. In the midst of Star Killer exploding, you found the giant, chrome plated captain running out of the exploding building with her armor dirtied and a familiar looking red substance oozing from her side. Though it was, quite literally, a battle to get the captain onto the Millennium Falcon, you succeeded in getting her to safety.

Her height definitely measured up to her strength. Phasma left you with a broken rib, a busted lip, and a good amount of bruises all over you. You guessed that she didn’t recognize you as you’ve certainly grown from the baby-faced, scared little girl she met. Plus, you wore the Resistance tag on your jacket and would have reacted the same way if a stormtrooper tried to drag you onto their ship.

You, Rey, and everyone else made it back to the Resistance base just fine, despite Finn being unconscious and having to tie up the shiny stormtrooper. Now, you and the captain were being treated for your wounds in the medical wing of the base.

Phasma, of course, put up a fight and scared away any doctors that dared to get near her, but they managed to inject her with some serum to make her sleep. For a whole minute. Now, though, she was glaring daggers into your aching head with one of her hands clutching the hospital bed she was laying on.

“Alright,” the doctor sighed and readjusted her jacket. “I managed to clean up your cuts and bigger wounds. I recommend you stay here for the night and give your ribs time to heal for the next six weeks.” The elderly woman cautiously glanced over to Phasma and leaned into your ear. 

“If she gives you trouble, don’t hesitate to call for help.” She whispered.

She then gave you a sympathetic smile and walked out of the office.

You could still feel the taller woman glare down to you, but you didn’t feel intimidation or fear. The memory of her kind smile was still fresh in your mind after twenty years. In fact, it was sort of odd seeing such a powerful First Order officer wear a hospital gown with the Resistance emblem. You could see the malice and internal rage in her blue eyes, and you could tell she wasn’t in the mood to talk, judging by the way her lips were twisted in a scowl.

You sighed and decided to recline onto the cushioned mattress bed. Everything in the room was completely clean and a blinding white. Your eye lids started to weigh heavy and you were being lulled to sleep until a clinging noise started right in front of you.

You popped open one eye and weren’t very surprised when you saw the captain trying to rip the leather straps that kept her bound to the bed. You sighed and tried to sleep but the woman wouldn’t stop her grunts and yanking.

“You’re not going to get out of those,” you called, eyes still closed. You heard her stop before hearing her sheets ruffle.

“This is all your fault,” she said. She was seething and you didn’t need to look to know that she was bearing her teeth. “I should’ve killed you when I had the chance, you rebel scum!”

“But you didn’t,” you mumbled tiredly. “You were too weak to kill me. How else do you think I got you on the Falcon?”

She growled and yanked on the restraints more. “If I wasn’t bound, I would have strangled you!”

You sighed and sat up. Her blue eyes were already gazing into your soul. She looked the same, with the exception of very faint laugh lines on either sides of her mouth. Her hair was a little longer but still the same shade of blonde. “You want to know what I think? You’re really hot and so ridiculously tall, that no one ever had the guts to tell you to shut your mouth.”

Her eyes widened for a second before her scowl deepened. “Flattery is not the way to interrogate.”

“I’m not interrogating you,” you said. “I just thought I could muster up the bravery to tell you my feelings.”

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “We met hours ago and you’re telling me you have feelings for me? How rich.”

“You saved my life.” You said. Even when her own widened to twice the size, you held her gaze. “You don’t remember me, do you? The little girl from Coruscant?”

Phasma leaned herself back until she hit the pillows. Her face was paler and her mouth agape.

“(Y/N)?” She gaped.

You nodded and, finally, looked away from her stare. Your hand dug around your pants pocket and you pulled out the First Order emblem. It was still smooth and cool to the touch. You knew that if the General saw you with it, you’d be in big trouble and would likely be forced to retire from the Resistance, if they suspected you supported the enemy. It was dangerous carrying it around, but it brought you security.

“You still have that?” Phasma asked.

You nodded and held it up for her to see. “I always have it with me. It’s like my good luck charm.”

“I always wondered what happened to you,” Phasma said with solemn. “You were so young and helpless, and . . . and I just told you to run with no direction. I just accepted the possibility of you being dead, but I’m glad I was wrong.”

You sighed and tucked the pin back into your pants. “What would’ve happened to me if you successfully brought me into the First Order?”

Phasma swallowed, “You would’ve been accepted into the training school, to be a stormtrooper. Most likely to be one of my soldiers.”

Silence washed over and, suddenly, you had nothing else to say. It wasn’t what Phasma said that made you quiet, it what you said about her being hot. Albeit, a lot was discovered between that statement and now, but you didn’t expect it to be swept under the rug so quickly.

You meant what you said, but now you wished that it was said with subtly. Damn it, Poe always said that you were a bit blunt.

“So,” you paused to shift in your bed, “my statement still stands, Phasma. I always had a crush on you when I was a teenager, and it sort of . . . never went away as I grew older.”

Phasma smirked, “Well, you’ve certainly grown into a beautiful young woman. If we were under different circumstances, I would have already asked you on a date.”

You smiled and ducked your head to hide your blush. “Maybe if we were under different circumstances, chrome dome.”

You both shared a laugh and it was like the two of you were not enemies. You knew you were supposed to hate her, to not talk to her at all, but she was alluring. She saved your life as a child and you finally paid her back.

[geffbob]

Togger

The Excited Dwarf

 Togger got out of bed at 6am sharp, like he does every morning and like he will continue to do until he’s too old to mine anymore. Dwarves are interesting creatures in the sense that they wake up the second the sun touches their faces. Humans usually spend minutes or hours in bed rolling around instead of doing what they’re supposed to do. Dwarves, on the other hand, hate sleeping, you can’t get drunk if you’re asleep. He jumps out of bed, stretches, and gets ready to go. There’s no need to shower, considering that dwarves usually work in sulphur or coal mines, which means upon 10 seconds of entering the mine they’re already smelling like something awful. This will be Togger’s 500th day at the mine starting today, and he’s excited to see what will happen.

 On his way out of his house and to the mine, he runs into an old friend of his, Jhonny, a human. Normally humans are a rare sight in a dwarven village, but Jhonny is different. He’s part of the Adventure’s Guild, which means he’s probably down here in the dwarven capital to collect a bounty. “What the bloody hell are you doing here you pink looking bastard?” Togger shouts; (as far as Dwarven culture is concerned, that is one of the politest ways a Dwarf would greet a human). “Not much mate. Just came to turn in something” Jhonny replies. He holds up a brown leather sack containing something that’s round, pointy, hard and clearly bleeding. It’s tightly bound together with string at the top and there’s some flies buzzing around it. Considering Jhonny is a certified monster hunter, Jhonny hazards a guess as to what it could be. “Is that the soddin’ goblin leader that’s been nicking sheep?” “yep! I’ll be seeing you”- Jhonny shouts, briskly walking away. “Typical human” Togger thinks “always in a fekkin’ rush”.

 Upon reaching the mine, Togger is greeted with a small surprise coming from the mouth of the mine; “HAPPY 500TH VISIT YOU OLD SOD!” -Shout 1000 workers in unison. Dwarves are known for being in sync with many things, shouting absurdities at other Dwarves is one of them. “SHUT IT YA PACK OF WILD ANIMALS, DGARD OV NON REKKEN” he shouts down the mineshaft, which I shall not translate as humans should try their hardest not to learn Dwarven insults. “Sodding heck lad” says the senior manager, slowly exiting the shaft’s head and walking towards him, “you’ve really been here 500 times?” “yep” Togger replies “now, could you sod off cause I’ve got a lot to do and your daft expression is slowing me down” (insubordination is not a word in the Dwarven dictionary). The senior manager chuckles and moves out of the way. Togger walks forward, grabs a pickaxe off the rack and heads down the dark mine.

 Dwarven mines are a sight to behold, but only if you can see in the dark (which Dwarves can). They’re massive, known for being bigger than most cities. This mine in particular is over 5km in circumference- quite small as far as most mines are concerned, 5km of hollowed out ground in which thousands of workers come to extract minerals and materials. The mine is littered with support beams holding up the earth, either natural beams that were excavated around or metal beams that were transported inside. Stairwells and paths are jotted everywhere, seemingly at random but are clearly labelled as to not get lost. The main pathway (the one Togger is walking on) splits off into many different directions, all leading to different areas. Some paths lead to a hollowed-out part of the wall, which is used as break rooms, offices, med bays etc, other paths lead up or down to places with high concentration of minerals where miners usually work. Some paths lead to black stairwells which take you down to the excavation site, a place where gigantic drills smash up rocks at the bottom of the hollowed-out mine, looking for rare materials or oil. The drills are lava proof- obviously. Togger takes the 6th pathway he sees, which leads him down a 45-degree angle to the right, where a small hollowed cave section awaits him, with 30 dwarves in there, looking right terrified.

 “what are you lads and lassies waiting for? We got a quota to take care of and I’m not about to miss it!” barks Togger (he’s not a manager, just likes yelling). “Look Tog mate, happy 500th and all, but we’ve got a problem. Some rockmanti (mantises made of rocks) have taken up residence in the space below, they’ve got their greasy claws on a bunch of sapphires down there”. Togger looks at them in surprise, rockmanti don’t usually come this close to the surface, and they certainly don’t go after sapphires, one of the worst tasting gems out there, unless they’re absolutely starving.

 “Odd” replies Togger “rockmanti don’t usually nab sapphires, they’re more into hard diamonds or emeralds. “Yeah” replies the frightened dwarf, “that’s why we’re scared. If they’re hungry enough to be going after sapphires, then they’re hungry enough to attack anything that gets close”. Togger looks closely at the dwarf in front of him. A dwarf about 1m tall with bright green eyes, loose fitting overalls and an assortment of grease and tools over their body. This dwarf is around 90-100 years old (Dwarves live to 200 years on average) and has a long 70cm bushy brown beard, put into braids. Female.

 “HELP!” shouts someone a few hundred meters down the hole. The group look up as they see a stubby human running towards them. Humans aren’t commonly found in dwarven mines, but this one is well known. He’s Bob, an exiled human, forbidden to ever enter a human settlement again, exiled humans usually work in other race’s settlements as they cannot work for humans again. Humans are terrible workers, but they’re adaptable and mostly immune to poisonous mine gasses. Also, they’re expendable. “THEY’VE GOT JIMMY”. Togger widens his eyes, Jimmy, a young git, got himself in hot water again. Togger picks up his pickaxe and draws a dagger, seemingly out of nowhere, and heads down the hole.

 “GET OFF ME FEKKING LEG” shouts Jimmy, screaming in pain. The rockmanti have him in a corner and are stabbing at him. As Togger bursts into the dark opening, he sees what he expected. 7 manti, all about 1.5m tall, 2m when standing on hind legs. Grey and coated in a hard rock-like exoskeleton (hence the name, rockmanti). 4 of them are eating blue gems, chomping them down with sharp hard teeth. The other 3 are surrounding Jim, who’s lying in the corner in a pool of blood. One of his arms lies a few meters away from him, clearly torn off his body by something a lot stronger than him. He wastes no time, he quickly jumps towards the closest one, swinging his pick over his head vigorously into the head of it, smashing it into pieces, causing blood, sapphire and rocks to splatter into the ground. The second and third manti lunge towards him, trying to bite off his arms. Togger swings in a full 360-degree fashion, knocking 2 legs off the second one and smashing the third one against the wall. The other manti notice his presence and start heading towards him, snarling and spitting. Togger deftly avoids the spit and stabs the 4th one in his thorax with the dagger, smashing the thorax into bits. The 5th and 6th manti swing wildly at Togger, but he rolls underneath their claws and breaks his pickaxe over the head of the 5th one and throws his dagger at the 6th, impaling it against the wall. However, suddenly, he feels a sharp pain in his lower back.

 “DGARTH” he shouts and spins to see what struck him. The 7th mantis, which he didn’t see before, had snuck behind them and had bitten off a small chunk of flesh from his bottom. Looking at the mantis dead in the eyes, he notices that his pick is smashed to bits and his dagger is about 10m away, perforating the wall and the head of a rock mantis, unusable. The mantis shrieks at him and lunges, aiming for the neck. Togger has no choice, he closes his eyes, raises his hands, and mumbles an incarnation. “hun got yeth no wor dem ya” he whispers, pointing his empty palm at the mantis, opening his eyes, suddenly full of magic, and shoots. A fireball slams into the face of the mantis, melting off its flesh and burning the inside of the brains to a black crisp. The impact launches the mantis a few meters off the ground and into the open hallway. Retrieving his dagger, he runs over to Jimmy, who’s suddenly gone quiet. “Dgarth” he whispers again, and launches another, smaller, fireball down the hallway. Which explodes at the end like a flare, a sign for medical aid. Within 2 minutes, a team of dwarven doctors come and pick up Jim and his arm. Leading him towards the med bay. Togger follows them up to the surface and makes sure nothing follows them. Before he loses sight of him in the ambulance, Jimmy opens his eyes, and whispers “thank you”.

 Togger spent the rest of the day receiving praise from his peers, all dwarves can use magic, but only a few of them can use combat magic. The majority just use magic to carve rocks out, not attack other creatures. After 10 minutes he got fed up and yelled to be left alone, this request being ignored completely. After an hour, he started feeling dizzy and decided to cut the rest of the day short. He headed out of the mine, past the showers (where he received a brief 10 second squirt down by a young dwarf with a hose) and into town. Stopping at the nearest bar, he spent the rest of the day drunk before heading home. Dwarves don’t get drunk to hide emotions; they mostly get drunk to think about things. He didn’t want others to know that he was in the army, he just wanted to be left alone to smash rocks to bits. Upon arriving home, he notices a card in his letterbox. “Oi Togger” it begins “Jim here. Cheers, don’t worry, we already knew you were an army nut, nobody else would head towards 7 rockmanti without hesitation and even less would rescue me. If you don’t want people to say anything, they won’t.”

 Smiling, Togger heads inside, turns on the telly, pours himself a scotch, and spends the rest of the night watching anime.