#You silver tongued devil Terry

[pointless-letters]

Do you brie-lieve in love at first sight?

[thetxtdevil]

hi hi!! I’ve recently become so obsessed with your blog and writing style it’s actually just so good. & ur theme is so pretty 🖤

anyways…my first ever time sending a request (so sorry if I sound dumb) but could you write something about reader and taehyun trying a new recipe in the kitchen and taehyun asks y/n to try the sauce or frosting from his fingers which results in her sucking them and him being super into it….. heavy emphasis on the hands here if you can’t tell.

taehyun’s recent live making the bingsu and showing off his pretty hands with rings had me shsjsjsksoso 😵‍💫😵‍💫

love u thanksss <3

I love love your guys' compliments and may I mention how much I giggle like a school girl reading your requests 😭

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Gloomy clouds rolled over the sky causing the room to darken. Rain droplets silently hits the windowpanes. Both of you were staying inside, laying on the couch, backs against the arm rests. You were scrolling through your phone and found yourself in the cooking world. Finding a coffee flavored cake recipe and looking at the simple directions you look over to your handsome boyfriend. He looked more delicious than any dessert with his dark hair framing his sculpted face and how hot he looked in his black rim glasses. You bite your lip admiring his silver ringed fingers holding the book he was reading.

Tae gets a feeling of his girlfriend staring so he lifts his eyes off the book. "What?"

"Terry I found something we can do" you say with a big grin.

And there you two were standing in the kitchen reading the instructions. Flour puffing up in the air, you two laugh at the mess you were making. There was no doubt that you had a few flour handprints on your ass now. Pouring the last ingredient, into the batter, the coffee's warm bitter scent fills your senses. You couldn't help yourself you needed a taste.

Tae watches your big smile as you mischievously dug your finger into the batter. His eyes focused on your lips surrounding your fingers and moan at the delicious taste. Tae shifts in his spot gulping at his sinful thoughts that popped into his head. Placing the pan of batter into the hot oven, you turn to start the simple icing. Not paying attention to your boyfriends darkened glare, you grabbed the powered sugar bag and read the recipe.

The man gets closer to you leaning his head over your shoulder watching the ingredients form. He tucks his head into your neck lightly kissing your neck. You giggle at his soft touches "you wanna try?" you say lift the whisk. Taehyun looks up seeing the power sugar now in a liquid state. The icing was creamy, white, slowly dripping off the metal of the whisk, it looked... familiar.

A quick swipe from the man's slender finger, he hold his digit out towards you. Your eyes flicker from him to the icing a smirk increasing on your face. "Why don't you try it?" Taehyun says in a low tone. You stick your tongue out lapping up the icing. Half lidded eyes stare into Tae's dark ones, the icing long gone but you continue to wrap your lips around sucking his long fingers. With a pop, you remove yourself from Tae, looking back at the icing.

"We have plenty of ingredients to make another batch. I want to use this one for something else" You say as your look at the man's body down to his tented trousers.

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

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[moonchildbaby]

Masquerade - Terry Silver x Reader

A little possessiveness can just prove my loyalty to you ?

Inspired by “Masquerade” by Beach House

Mentioning of violence!, murder!; Gender neutral yandere!Reader

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All is calm when you remove the cushion from his head. No sound, no movement, nothing that interrupts this perfect moment- a moment of balance.

Your eyes absently trace over the buttons bleeping, shimmering in the background of your vision as you focus on the specks of dust floating through the air, settling, as if recognizing what will become one of them. Settling on the cooling skin and you imagine them devouring the flesh underneath.

A man. A cause of pain.

Entangled in his sheets he lies and you chuckle to yourself at how you managed to wipe him out in the first place. One of the greatest karate masters in the valley. In Japan.

Mute he lies. Peaceful. Just as you wanted it. How it should have been that night.

In the end it was very simple, Not even a struggle.

But how should it been when you have been hiding in the shadows waiting. Watching him close his eyes as your fingers slid towards the morphine trickling into his body one drop at the time, filtered through the tube running into his body....

....His eyes in wild realization upon seeing what you had done, the haze hooding the lids while the orbs pierce yours holding nothing but pure wrath and something akin to determination. Hah how sweet it was. That look. A chuckle akin to a purr pushes forward from the back of your throat, slithering onto your tongue and moistening your lips as it flicks out for just a second. A python after the kill. You had squeezed the life out of that bloodbag, the delicious anger in his face, the disbelief never but a flicker when he heard of your last name finally after so long of play pretend.

And when he had looked at you so sweetly, eyes in turmoil. you couldn’t help yourself to who had really payed Mike Barnes a visit after the brat had dared to open his mouth and speak of someone so holy and pure as him. Had used the sacred letters in the filthy mouth of his. Who would still be punished after his petty ambush by your hand. Yet you promised, knowing of their bond, that you would save the best for last. Yes, yes you would take special care of him after all remainders had been cleaned. Little Larusso. Dannyboy as your silver tongued saint liked to call him.

You kick the cushion from your feet as you slip from the door, unbothered by the uprising commotion. You sense it. the vibration. The uprising storm you feel in the sticky hospital hallways. The voices a deep thunder in the background as you weave through them unnoticed, not even a shadow to trail behind.

There are advantages looking like the counterpart to the master in Silver. Goldilocks Unassuming, mellow and friendly like a Buttercup wrapped in white satin blouses, a hint of Chanel, big eyes, warm colour in skin and cheeks. Toylike and naïve, an easy laugh..... All that makes it easy. Fooled them once more.

Its pouring when you approach the silver Mercedes 300 SLR Uhlenhaut Coupe, easily sliding into the black leather seat as the winged door closes above your head, the engine roaring louder than the thunder in the palm trees as the two of you speed through Beverly Hills.

“So?” he coos. Demanding yet voice a velvet duvet suffocating any remaining morals of a time before him.

You can’t help but smile up at your silver haired devil. Your good man. The stars and the moon on a blue night. The martyr those lowlife beings had dared to hurt, dared to touch.

Terrys body had healed. His pride had not. So you felt a little gift had been in order to restore your beloved’s temper.

Doe-eyes turn up to his, a smile on your lips as your hand holding your silver band places itself on his bejewelled one holding the gearstick.

“ An offering to your success. “  

When your palm turns he can see it, the war trophy, a hospital bracelet simple white and nothing more on it than

Chozen Toguchi        Born XX/XX/62

The smile you give each other can from the outside only be described as a horrendous bone-chilling sight.

But then nobody would be able to feel what you feel. See what you see in each other, the moon, the stars and the sky reflected in existence. You think of Napoleon and all the ancient emperors . What does a perishing “existence” mean to god, to an empress, to anyone for the sake of their emperor.

“And there will be more.” you promise, eager to see the beautiful curve of Terrys mouth as something flashes in the sky of his eyes, lightning reflected in your own.

“Cobra Kai never dies.”

[demon-blood-youths]

An Officer's Corruption - Part Sixteen

Hello everyone! This is Demon-mun, again and this is part Fifthteen of An Officer's Corruption started by @the-silver-peahen-residence

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Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen ( Violence Warning )

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OVA part Six

OVA part Seven

---- Warnings ---

Violence

Slight NSFW

---- Summary ----

After the huge brawl that took place at T Prison cafeteria. Officer Violet goes to investigate what caused Itadori to get violent after some words. Also, Oblivion plans to dive deep into Yuuka's history.

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"So that's what happened." Ink said as she is at her office talking to Sai. Which has been so long. When she got the call from him. She can't help but answer him since it felt so long since they talked. She wants to know how he is doing so far.

"I see..."

"Yep. The Yazuka guy, Katana Man breaks into the prison to kill Denji because he killed his grandfather who had him do job of killing demons so they can smuggle the remains. Of course, that old guy died not because of Denji but because he made a bad deal with the zombie Devil. So you know how that is."

"Not surprised that Denji had to do it because of some debt. It's a common unfortunate case for many who had to pay back debt left by their parents.." Said Sai.

"Yeah! And now we had a mini-riot just hours ago." Ink said.

"Is it related?"

"No. Some prisoner messed with the wrong guy and got his teeth pulled and even his tongue out." Ink sighed.

"Fuck!"

"Eh?! Sai? You okay?" Ink said.

"Yeah! That's pretty brutal if you ask me. That prisoner must of done something to piss the other guy off." Sai said.

"Anyway...what's up with you, Sai? How is that bat guy doing?"

"Oh...." Sai sighs, "Okay."

----- Sai's office ----

As he talks, below the desk. He winces as Terry down there is now teasing him below as he feels tongue on his length.

"How is he?"

"On his best behavior of course," Sai managed to say as he goes to push the bat's head with his leg to his groin to get that best feeling in the world. Ever since that night, he can't help himself. Damn him. No doubt, he is going to do it again with him tonight.

"Just some jokes here and there," Sai added. "But overall, okay. He is also getting out on his best behavior. We talked and we came on a deal."

"A deal?" Ink asked.

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"Yes." Sai answered. "I decided to have him as my CI. I need someone to get information that most officers can't get." He said.

"Huh. I think that's a good idea." She said. Sai wonders if he knows anything about Ryomen Sukuna has something to do with Sai's charge and Rust's. Maybe they did.

"By the way...have you ever of Ryomen Sukuna?"

"Yeah! I do! He's the one who gives us money for repairs. He sounds like a nice guy." Ink smiled. Sai hums, "Well...do you know that he has someone in prison he cares about?"

"Not sure. It wouldn't be surprising."

"I can't get into details for that since someone is taking care of that so I'll talk to you later."

"Right, talk to you later, Sai. It's great to hear from you again. Also, sorry for the late update on that file."

"It's fine. No worries. I know how to handle my prisoner. It's no problem." Sai said, forgiving her. "Next time, have Hellmare handle that, got it?"

"Right!" Ink sweatdropped with a sheepish smile. "Anyway! Talk to you later." She said.

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"Right, later." Sai smiles before hanging up. Sai hisses a little, "Can you at least wait? Didn't I get you blood earlier?"

"You did. But I need more if I'm going to work for you." Terry bite his hand. Sai sighs and pats. "Fine. Then another night would suffice?'

"Sure."

-------- Roosevelt Island Prison -----

Oblivion was upset on how Yuuka was treated the other night. She can't imagine it. She had to ask an extra shot available in her office. She wonders. She went outside and request a drone from Fosh to deliver that shot to Ophelia.

Today at noon, Oblivion request a different line for Fosh so she can talk to Ophelia in private on the phone after she got a text from Ophelia.

"Hello Oblivion. Thank you for seeing my message."

"No thank you for taking the time on this." Said Oblivion. "So what do we got?"

"I will say this...it's disturbing what they're doing to her. It's messing with her quirk no doubt but there are side effects." Ophelia frowns. "Both mentally and physically. She has a right to react. Messing with someone's quirk can do some longstanding damage to someone that will take time."

"Okay...so what kind of side effects are we talking about?" Oblivion asked.

"It's not pretty so here's what I listed. Right now, I'm thinking of making an alternative that might change the deadly poison to less dangerous poison temporarily. But I know you don't like that." Said Ophelia.

"Please tell me." Oblivion sighed. "I want to help her."

"Very well." Ophelia said as she goes to explain

----- Lower Cell Floor ------

"So I guess you heard the news..." Kali sighs. Rex chuckles, "I was wondering when Sukuna going to make a move. Never thought he would be so generous after the prison break-in."

"Do you think..."

"No. Sukuna isn't that kind of person. In fact, he hates that old geezer who was smuggling devil remains. He also had some artifacts stolen from his collection once and it was sold. He seems elated that old man died and his grandson now off to another prison. After all...he cares about Itadori and that's why he doing this. This way, the enemies of Six Claws will look for them when released or wait...instead of breaking into the prison themselves."

"It doesn't explain the other charges held by Vanguard's officers." Kali said.

"Ah yes. Davion." Said Rex as he continues, "That man is a dragon who is a bounty hunter. Apparently, he ran into a unlucky situation where he got arrested. That man is really strong. Whenever a huge bounty appears, he comes hunting." He said. "Although...his actions garners some police attention since his methods are.....a bit crude." Said Rex. "After all...I seen his work when he comes to black market tracking down his targets."

"And the other one?"

"Ah...Terry the Bat. A pain in the neck. From what I heard, he takes down criminals. You can say that he's anti-hero in those comic books. No doubt, he will have Officer Narong to work with him if their interests align." Said Rex. "Although...these are just guesses. I'm not surprised that both of them are going to be released since they're smart and charming but I am curious why Sukuna has mentioned them for some reason. Maybe...Davion could be used for a hired gun or sorts. As for Terry, not sure though." He shrugs.

"So nothing on Itadori?"

"No. Things are proceeding as planned. It seems like Sukuna wants Six Claws out of the prison so Itadori won't be in danger. It seems fair." He said. "If I had to guess maybe Sukuna wants the Six Claws for something. Only four of the six Claws know Sukuna in the criminal underground." He said.

"And you?" Kali crosses his arms, "I can guess a lot of stuff." "If you guessed that Sukuna wants me out due to business, then yes. You are correct." Rex smiles. "And now, now! In case you're wondering, I do not deal in human trafficking. Just weapons, money, and such. Nothing else."

"How is that any better?"

"Even as criminals, we have standards." Said Rex.

------- Warden Kinie Ger 's Office -----

"So that's how it happened." Warden Kinie Ger informs him of what happened between Iku and Yuji that started the brawl.

"I see. Thank you for informing me. Tell me did Yuji win or what?"

"Actually..he won. If you want to know the details. The man who provoked him lost two of his teeth and a tongue. Forunately, since he's a demon. It will grow back but he won't leaving the infirmary after a week. In fact, Yuji would be out of there when he wakes up. So no need to worry. Yuji is in cell by himself so he can calm down. As for his friends, the same. But they will leave the solitary soon." He said.

"I see. Thank you, Kinie." Said Sukuna.

"Just doing my job. After all, I owe you for the repairs." He said.

"So you explained the situation to them," Ryomen asked.

"Yes. Officer Vanguard took it well as she doesn't mind it." Kinie answered the phone with Ryomen Sukuna. Although...she has no idea how Ink thinks. "As for Officer Vin Shia, she seems apprehensive about this but she will get around as she got her orders."

"Good, good." Ryomen hums.

"Anyway...this date." Kinie Ger said. "What is the time and place?"

"Now, now, now. I can't spoil the surprise, can we? I will have my driver take you." Ryomen chuckles making Kine Ger make a face. "But...if you want. It's the view of the city."

View of the city.

Kinie Ger doesn't like being inside the city but seeing the view. She doesn't mind it. "Okay...is there anything I need to bring?"

"Oh? You want to give me a gift?" He teased. Kinie Ger nods, "Yes. I don't think spending time with you be enough, I wonder if there is anything I should give you. Mind you, I only know how to cook, bring wine or such to make the date enjoyable."

Ryomen laughs. "Wow! I never had a woman who wants to bring something as a kind gesture." He said. "I accept." He said gently. "Anything that surprises me. Though yourself is enough."

Kinie Ger can't help but smirk a little at this. "Very well. Also you said that you're planning on adding another request."

"Yes. It's nothing extreme. All I want you is to make sure Itadori is safe including his friends. After all, he is my prized fighter. And joy of course." Said Sukuna.

"Leave it to me." Said Kinie. "Officer Jinx is good at her job at protecting others."

----- Jinx with Kisho and Megumi ----

"So can you two tell me what happened?" Jinx asked the two. "I asked your friend, Itadori but he doesn't want to say."

"If Itadori doesn't want to talk, then what makes you think we will talk?" Megumi asked her seriously with an emotionless look. Jinx biting her cheek, "Because I want to know."

"Megumi..." Kisho said, unsure as he wanted to tell her. Megumi shakes his head.

"She needs to know...what's the big deal?" Kisho asked with a frown.

"Kisho...." Megumi warns, giving him a look to which Kisho wants to say something but doesn't want to disobey.

"Look. I just want to owe him for helping me out against that Akane and the Snake Devil." Jinx said. "I just want to understand. I know he doesn't throw a punch unless something seriously pisses him off."

"And how do you know?" Megumi said. "Do you know him? Or just know based on his file?" He said, not convinced by this.

"I want to know him. I only know what he likes and what he can do. I even saw what he can do too." Jinx sighed. She recalls the times when Yuji becomes so...primal. "So, please. If I am in charge of protecting him whether he goes to trial or gets released. I need to know so I can make sure nothing happens like that again."

"I mean...if you want to know..."

"Kisho."

"Come on, Megumi! It sounds like Officer Violet cares so why not? It's the guy's fault for starting. We were just minding our business. I mean...Yuji is a type of guy who doesn't like people talking shit including hurting innocent people." He said.

"Huh?" Jinx said.

"You see. That Iku guy was bragging about being in the Demons of Oda." He said. "He says he knows Yuji in the fighting ring and some other shit."

Megumi sighs.'

"Then Yuji isn't interested because that guy's whole plan is to take on Yuji because he's the strongest."

"That's what the other prisoners were saying."

"See? Told you!" Kisho tells Megumi who rolls his eyes but sighs.

"And he says something that if he wins, then Itadori gotta serve him and tell him to bring the girls, the female guards," Kisho said, looking a bit disgusted.

"Then one of the two, Syuuta about a female guard with dark reddish brown and wants to do things to her. That's when Itadori snapped." Megumi added.

Jinx blinks before widening her eyes. Hold on...then....did Itadori do that because he doesn't like how the guys were talking about me? No that can't be right?

"There. Are you happy? Not sure if that's going to change anything." Megumi said. Jinx shakes her head, "No, that's enough thanks. It makes me....glad that Itadori did something like that for no reason."

"Huh?" Megumi blinked.

"Anyway you two can go back to your regular cells." Jinx said. "Thank you very much."

"Hey!" Kisho watches Jinx runs off. "Hey Megumi, do you think...Jinx is going to tell Yuji that she gets it and Yuji won't get in trouble."

"Who knows. It means...we will be in our cells alone till Yuji comes back at the morning." Said Megumi.

"Meaning we will be there in our cell by ourselves," Kisho sigh then he blinked. Hold on...that does mean. Kisho looks nervously at Megumi who chuckles a little. "Itadori will be fine. You're on the other hand..." He looks at him.

"Oh come on, Megumi! I was just trying to help." Kisho pleaded. Megumi ruffles his hair, "I know. But we haven't finished because of that damn break-in. Maybe a reward would be good for you."

"R-right..." Kisho sighed before grinning a little, "Yes...Lord Fushiguro."

Megumi twitched a little, "Little punk...let's get inside!"

"Okay, okay!" Kisho laughs. And so the night continues on as Jinx returns to Yuji's solitary cell. How would this night go.

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To be continued...

[retrosimp]

Masquerade - Dark Reader x Terry Silver

A little possessiveness can just prove my loyalty to you ? 

Inspired by “Masquerade” by Beach House 

Mentioning of violence!, murder!; Gender neutral yandere!Reader

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All is calm when you remove the cushion from his head. No sound, no movement, nothing that interrupts this perfect moment- a moment of balance. 

Your eyes absently trace over the buttons bleeping, shimmering in the background of your vision as you focus on the specks of dust floating through the air, settling, as if recognizing what will become one of them. Settling on the cooling skin and you imagine them devouring the flesh underneath. 

A man. A cause of pain.

Entangled in his sheets he lies and you chuckle to yourself at how you managed to wipe him out in the first place. One of the greatest karate masters in the valley. In Japan. 

Mute he lies. Peaceful. Just as you wanted it. How it should have been that night.

In the end it was very simple, Not even a struggle. 

But how should it been when you have been hiding in the shadows waiting. Watching him close his eyes as your fingers slid towards the morphine trickling into his body one drop at the time, filtered through the tube running into his body.... 

....His eyes in wild realization upon seeing what you had done, the haze hooding the lids while the orbs pierce yours holding nothing but pure wrath and something akin to determination. Hah how sweet it was. That look. A chuckle akin to a purr pushes forward from the back of your throat, slithering onto your tongue and moistening your lips as it flicks out for just a second. A python after the kill. You had squeezed the life out of that bloodbag, the delicious anger in his face, the disbelief never but a flicker when he heard of your last name finally after so long of play pretend. 

And when he had looked at you so sweetly, eyes in turmoil. you couldn’t help yourself to who had really payed Mike Barnes a visit after the brat had dared to open his mouth and speak of someone so holy and pure as him. Had used the sacred letters in the filthy mouth of his. Who would still be punished after his petty ambush by your hand. Yet you promised, knowing of their bond, that you would save the best for last. Yes, yes you would take special care of him after all remainders had been cleaned. Little Larusso. Dannyboy as your silver tongued saint liked to call him. 

You kick the cushion from your feet as you slip from the door, unbothered by the uprising commotion. You sense it. the vibration. The uprising storm you feel in the sticky hospital hallways. The voices a deep thunder in the background as you weave through them unnoticed, not even a shadow to trail behind. 

There are advantages looking like the counterpart to the master in Silver. Goldilocks Unassuming, mellow and friendly like a Buttercup wrapped in white satin blouses, a hint of Chanel, big eyes, warm colour in skin and cheeks. Toylike and naïve, an easy laugh..... All that makes it easy. Fooled them once more.

Its pouring when you approach the silver Mercedes 300 SLR Uhlenhaut Coupe, easily sliding into the black leather seat as the winged door closes above your head, the engine roaring louder than the thunder in the palm trees as the two of you speed through Beverly Hills. 

“So?” he coos. Demanding yet voice a velvet duvet suffocating any remaining morals of a time before him.

You can’t help but smile up at your silver haired devil. Your good man. The stars and the moon on a blue night. The martyr those lowlife beings had dared to hurt, dared to touch. 

Terrys body had healed. His pride had not. So you felt a little gift had been in order to restore your beloved’s temper. 

Doe-eyes turn up to his, a smile on your lips as your hand holding your silver band places itself on his bejewelled one holding the gearstick. 

“ An offering to your success. “  

When your palm turns he can see it, the war trophy, a hospital bracelet simple white and nothing more on it than 

Chozen Toguchi        Born XX/XX/62

The smile you give each other can from the outside only be described as a horrendous bone-chilling sight.

But then nobody would be able to feel what you feel. See what you see in each other, the moon, the stars and the sky reflected in existence. You think of Napoleon and all the ancient emperors . What does a perishing “existence” mean to god, to an empress, to anyone for the sake of their emperor. 

“And there will be more.” you promise, eager to see the beautiful curve of Terrys mouth as something flashes in the sky of his eyes, lightning reflected in your own. 

“Cobra Kai never dies.”

[mundxngus]

MISTREAT YOUR ALTAR BOYS & THIS IS WHAT YOU GET

𝖖 𝖚 𝖔 𝖙 𝖊 𝖘

“A liar, a thief, and utterly without conscience. But he'll keep to any deal you strike with him.” — Six of Crows, Leigh Bardugo. “Courage has never been a chameleon’s best attribute and some days, it’s not mine either.” — Rudy Francisco “It’s my money. I stole it.” — From Dusk til Dawn.  “The thief, as will become apparent, was a special type of thief. This thief was an artist of theft. Other thieves merely stole everything that was not nailed down, but this thief stole the nails as well.” — Sourcery, Terry Pratchett.

𝖇 𝖆 𝖘 𝖎 𝖈

NAME: Mundungus Proinsias Fletcher NICKNAMES: Dung, Fletcher, (many a variation on the truly horrific name he was gifted with.) AGE: 29 BIRTHDAY: August 3, 1950.  GENDER: CisMale PRONOUNS: he/his

𝖋 𝖆 𝖒 𝖎 𝖑 𝖞

MOTHER: Agnes Mary Fletcher nee Duffy (deceased) muggle. FATHER: Proinsias Rafferty Fletcher (54, estranged) wizard.  SIBLINGS: Harriet (Hatty) Duffy (33), Noreen Duffy (32) (estranged). muggles.

𝖕 𝖍 𝖞 𝖘 𝖎 𝖈 𝖆 𝖑 𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖊𝖘

FACE CLAIM: DJ Cotrona. BUILD: Short, athletic, surprisingly strong and scrappy.  HAIR:  Kept cropped short, noticeably longer than usual due to a falling out with Knockturn’s resident barber. HAIR COLOR: Black. EYE COLOR: Dark brown. SKIN COLOR: Olive-toned. DOMINANT HAND: Ambidextrous, though he favours his left hand as a rule. ANOMALIES: There is heavy scarring up his right arm which he has made an effort to cover with tattoos. Notably amongst these tattoos is nestled a compass (which will aways find the right direction in a bind), a swallow on the back of either hand to signify an accomplished traveller, a black cat wearing a hat on his bicep, a murder of crows dominate his right forearm and a ship across his ribs.   SCENT: Tobacco, whiskey and something that hits the back of the nose like a kick of pepper.  ACCENT: A strong Belfast accent that has failed to soften no matter how long he stays away. ALLERGIES: Deeply allergic to Mandrake Root and, as a result, a great many potions that are used as antidotes to various ailments. DISORDERS:  A much denied and buried case of PTSD that will emerge in the presence of explosions or fire. FASHION: Estate Sale-chic, as the kids would say. Dung is fond of a good bargain, though how good the bargains he finds amongst dead people’s things is .. often questionable. He dresses nicely, but always slightly oddly, as if the clothes he’s wearing weren’t meant for him or have been heavily modified (usually with a few dozen extra pockets for .. reasons). A permanent fixture of his wardrobe is a silver pendant of Saint Jude on a chain, gifted to him by his mother. It is perhaps the only thing he has ever been sentimental about. NERVOUS TICS: Picking at his nails. He’ll often play with coins or cards when restless - silly sleight of hand and card-tricks that promote dexterity. Playing with the pendant he wears on a chain around his neck. Smoking is usually a fair sign of stress. QUIRKS: Very expressive with his hands while talking, quick on his feet, talks fast and mercilessly, usually as a form of distraction. 

𝖑 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 𝖘 𝖙 𝖞 𝖑 𝖊

RESIDES: In the flat above The White Wyvern, Knockturn Alley. BORN:  Belfast, Ireland. RAISED: Holyland, Belfast, Ireland.  PETS: None. He is a big hit with the stray cats of Knockturn Alley though.

CAREER: Professional thief, part-time Bartender, fight club Bookie, jack of all crimes. EXPERIENCE: A long and colourful rap sheet, much maligned by the Auror’s Department. EMPLOYER: Officially, Frederick “Fat Freddie” Gamp, owner of the White Wyvern & Billy “Black Cap” Nightshade, owner of the Spiny Serpent. Unofficially? Himself, or whoever requires his services.

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: The Order of the Phoenix, technically.  BELIEFS: A pragmatist at heart, Mundungus aligns himself with the people who are least likely to kill him for the state of his blood. Survival and profit have always been his key motivators. MISDEMEANORS: Look. FELONIES: Don’t @ him.  DRUGS: Recreationally. SMOKES: Fitfully. Usually when stressed. ALCOHOL: Is he permanently just this side of drunk or is it all an act? We just don’t know. DIET: Does he exist solely on cigarettes, alcohol and bacon butties? Scientifically unproven.

LANGUAGES: English, smidgens still of Gaeilge. 

PHOBIAS: Fire, explosions, being trapped or confined. HOBBIES: Stealing from the rich, romantic moonlight graverobbing, banter with the locals at the Wyvern. Mundungus is never not on the grift. TRAITS: { + }: Resourceful, Quick-Witted, Silver-Tongued, Dynamic, Cunning. { - }: Opportunistic, Self-Serving, Callous, Disloyal, Boastful. 

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LOCATION: Almost any part of Knockturn Alley, but in particular the rooftop of the White Wyvern is a favourite haunt when he does not wish to be around people. SPORTS TEAM: The Ballycastle Bats, out of some lingering loyalty to his hometown. GAME: Betting. Though he’s always been a fan of boxing. MUSIC: Will listen to almost anything and is a big fan of the enchanted jukebox in the White Wyvern (cursed to only ever play one song), but he is vehemently not a fan of Celestina Warbeck.  MOVIES: He has vivid memories of his sisters watching movies while they were growing up, but he’d never had the patience required to sit down and watch them.  FOOD: Ulster Fry. BEVERAGE: Firewhiskey, on a discerning day. A pint on any other. COLOR: Black. It doesn’t show the stains.

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ALUMNI HOUSE: Slytherin. WAND:  14 1/4″, surprisingly swishy, spruce & dragon heartstring.  AMORTENTIA: Whiskey, the smell of bacon frying, votive candles and incense. PATRONUS:  Ferret — curious, mischievous and high energy, ferrets manifest for people with playful spirits and calculating minds. They represent resourcefulness, self-reliance, and ingenuity. BOGGART: His mother, burning.

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MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral. MBTI: ESTP-A MBTI ROLE: The Entrepreneur  ENNEAGRAM: 7 ENNEAGRAM ROLE: The Enthusiast TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine WESTERN ZODIAC: Leo CHINESE ZODIAC: Tiger PRIMAL SIGN: Wolverine TAROT CARD: The Magician, The Devil. TV TROPES: The Punch Clock Hero, Magnificent Bastard, Jerkass Has A Point, Loveable Rogue, Opportunistic Bastard, Karma Houdini, Deadpan Snarker, Honour Among Thieves, Not In This For Your Revolution.  SONGS: The Calling by The Killers, From the Ritz to the Rubble by Arctic Monkeys, Lucky Penny by JD McPherson. 

IDEOLOGIES: Would sell his own (dead) mother to satan for a corn-chip. That was a lie, he loved his mother. (Two corn-chips.) Has been banned from The Hog’s Head since 1975 after an unfortunate falling out with Aberforth Dumbledore. Up until the travel restrictions, he still regularly (with varying success) attempted to find his way in, not out of any particular want to be there, but mostly to prove that he could. Goatfucker. The point being that the surest way to get Dung to do something is to tell him that he can’t do it. Is morally opposed to the musical stylings of Celestina Warbeck. Conversely, is not morally opposed to grave-robbery. Believes that cats are both a) the closest thing to demonic activity he has encountered on God’s Green Earth and b) feels spiritually attuned to them.  Survival is the only thing that truly matters, everything else is just pocket-change.

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r/fantasy bingo is this awesome reading challenge that happens over on reddit each year. 2016 was the first year I joined and it was a great way to expand my SFF reading habits. The 2017 bingo challenge is now live and will be running from April 1, 2017 – March 31, 2018 if anyone is interested in joining.

I didn’t actually think I’d finish this challenge. I was on track to do so, planning to knock out the last three books while recovering from a minor surgery. Then I got a horrific cold, had trouble getting into one of the books and started to panic about graduating. Technically I only needed to finish 25 books for the challenge but I’d made a goal of 75 and was feeling down about failing to reach it. But the last day of the challenge I finished a book I’d put down for two months, realized it counted for my unfilled square and quickly rearranged everything.

In 2016 I’d just gotten out of a three year reading slump and was trying to find books I enjoyed. r/fantasy bingo seemed like a fun challenge and so I jumped in part way through the summer. The thought process behind this overly large amount of books was that I wanted to really diversify my reading so I did a full card of books written only by women and a full card of books written only by people of colour or Indigenous people, plus an additional card of random books (which will turn into a card of small press books in 2017).

An additional rule was that a minimum of 50% of books must be written by people of colour and Indigenous authors. I met that goal with 47% (35/75) of books by people of colour and 4% (4/75) of books by Indigenous authors, for an total of 51%. Gender wise the books broke down to 28% men (21/75), 67% women (50/75), and 5% both (4/75), either in the 2+ authors square or short story anthologies.

I loved this bingo challenge. I learnt so much about my reading preferences (deep characterization all the way), discovered so many good books I might have passed up or never gotten too, had a lot of good conversations and got so many great recommendations. This was such a great experience and I’m looking to expand the 2017 bingo with a small press/indie/self-published card and a queer and trans characters/authors card.

Top Six Books (2 for each card although it was very hard to choose)

Senlin Ascends by Josiah Bancroft: Senlin Ascends is exactly the type of fantasy I love, cultural mashups filled with mythology and blending genres, and well-written characters that develop and grow over the course of the book. I could barely put it down near the end.

The Devourers by Indra Das: Every time I try to describe this book it ends up getting boiled down to werewolves in India. But it’s so much more than that, it’s a compilation of history and mythology all wrapped up in beautiful and brutal prose.

The Enchantment Emporium by Tanya Huff: I know this book isn’t going to be everyone’s favourite but it took me completely by surprise. It’s a fast-paced, paranormal romance urban fantasy full of genre tropes set in Calgary with deadpan Canadian humour. The sequels weren’t as solid as the first book but The Enchantment Emporium was one of the best and weirdest books I read last year.

The Golem and the Jinni by Helen Wecker: I couldn’t believe how much Wecker brought The Golem and the Jinni to life. Every character was compelling and I could have sworn I was walking down the streets of New York in 1899.

Ninefox Gambit by Yoon Ha Lee: It’s really hard to explain just how much I love Ninefox Gambit. I’m new to reading sci-fi and never though I would come to enjoy a military space opera but wound up crying uncontrollably half-way through the book, unable to put it down.

Ancient, Ancient by Kiini Ibura Salaam: This was just such an original, beautiful, weird, compelling collection short stories. It grabbed me from the first page and didn’t let go until the end.

Honourable Mentions

A Stranger in Olondria  by Sofia Samatar

Kalpa Imerial: The Greatest Empire That Never Was by Angélica Gorodischer

King’s Shield by Sherwood Smith

Top Three Disappointments

The Well of Ascension by Brandon Sanderson: Sanderson appears to be almost universally loved and so I had a really hard time figuring out why I didn’t enjoy Mistborn until I realized that his characters tend to be very cardboard-like. One of the benefits of reading so much SFF over a year is learning your reading tastes and unfortunately/fortunately I need deep characterization and Sanderson just doesn’t do it.

Octavia’s Brood, edited by by Adrienne Maree Brown & Walidah Imarisha: I was really excited for this anthology but found in the end it just fell flat. The concept was really cool, to have a collection written by activists from social justice movements, many of which were first time writers. But that was also its downfall in my opinion. A lot of the stories just didn’t go anywhere or left me hanging in a bad way and months after reading it I can’t remember a single story from the collection that stood out to me.

A Book of Tongues by Gemma Files: Normally when I don’t like books it’s due to the writing style, but my dislike for A Book of Tongues is purely content related. I had to finish this one because I was using it for two reading challenges and was running out of time, but would have put it down immediately otherwise due to the colonial racist genre tropes and anti-semitism. Do not recommend.

Magic Realism – Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami/ What is Yours is Not Yours by Helen Oyeyemi/ Beauty is a Wound by Eka Kurniawan

GR Book of the Month – Assassin’s Apprentice by Robin Hobb/ The Golem and the Jinni by Helen Wecker/ Who Fears Death by Nnedi Okorafor

Romantic Fantasy/PNR – The Decoy Princess by Dawn Cook/ Spirit Caller 1-3 by Krista D. Ball/ Tangle of Need by Nalini Singh

Self-published/Indie – Accessing the Future: A Disability-Themed Anthology of Speculative Fiction, edited by Kathryn Allan & Djibril al-Ayad/ Kalpa Imperial: The Greatest Empire That Never Was by Angélica Gorodischer/ Octavia’s Brood: Science Fiction Stories from Social Justice Movements, edited by Adrienne Maree Brown & Walidah Imarisha

Published in 2016 – Saint’s Blood by Sebastien de Castell/ The Rose and the Dagger by Renee Ahdieh/ Ninefox Gambit by Yoon Ha Lee

AMA Author – Senlin Ascends by Josiah Bancroft/ A Blight of Mages by Karen Miller/ The House of Shattered Wings by Aliette de Bodard

Dark/Grimdark Fantasy – The Library at Mount Char by Scott Hawkins/ The Obelisk Gate by N.K. Jemisin/ The Ballad of Black Tom by Victor LaValle

<3000 GR Ratings – Son of a Trickster by Eden Robinson/ The Gaslight Dogs by Karin Lowachee/ This Strange Way of Dying by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

A Wild Ginger Appears – A Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin/ A Darker Shade of Magic by V.E. Schwab/ A Stranger in Olondria by Sofia Samatar

Female Authored Epic Fantasy – A Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula K. Le Guin/ Kushiel’s Dart by Jacqueline Carey/ Into the Dark Lands by Michelle Sagara West

Science Fantasy/Sci-Fi – Sleeping Giants by Sylvain Neuvel/ The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet by Becky Chambers/ Nostalgia by M.G. Vassanji

Five Fantasy Short Stories – The Sea is Ours: Tales from Steampunk Southeast Asia, edited by Jaymee Goh & Joyce Chng/ The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories by Angela Carter/ Filter House by Nisi Shawl

Graphic Novel – Saga by Brian K. Vaughan/ Through the Woods by Emily Carroll/ SuperMutant Magic Academy by Jillian Tamaki

Published The Decade You Were Born – Hogfather by Terry Pratchett/ The Goblin Mirror by C.J. Cherryh/ Brown Girl in the Ring by Nalo Hopkinson

Written By 2+ Authors – Crux by Moira Rogers/ The Golden Key by Melanie Rawn, Jennifer Roberson & Kate Elliot/ Devil’s Wake by Steven Barnes and Tananarive Due

Published In The 2000’s – The Well of Ascension by Brandon Sanderson/ The Enchantment Emporium by Tanya Huff/ Arrival (Stories of Your Life and Others) by Ted Chiang

Weird Western – A Book of Tongues by Gemma Files/ Silver on the Road by Laura Anne Gilman/ Are We Having Fun Yet? – American Indian Fantasy Stories by William Sanders

Non-Western Myth Or Folklore – The Devourers by Indra Das/ The Ghost Bride by Yangsze Choo/ Redemption in Indigo by Karen Lord

Military Fantasy – King’s Shield by Sherwood Smith/ A Secret History by Mary Gentle/ The Grace of Kings by Ken Liu

Non-Fantasy Novel – Half a Lifelong Romance by Eileen Chang/ The Vegetarian by Han Kang/ Homegoing by Yaa Gyasi

Award Winning Novel – Doomsday Book by Connie Willis/ Uprooted by Naomi Novik/ Ancient, Ancient by Kiini Ibura Salaam

YA Fantasy Novel – Lady Midnight by Cassandra Clare/ Ink and Bone by Rachel Caine/ The Interrogation of Ashala Wolf by Ambelin Kwaymullina

Protagonist Flies – Agatha H and the Airship City by Phil Foglio/ The Invisible Library by Genevieve Cogman/ Wild Seed by Octavia E. Butler

Someone Read For 2015 Bingo – The Sorcerer of the Wildeeps by Kai Ashante Wilson/ The Philosopher Kings by Jo Walton/ Sorcerer to the Crown by Zen Cho

Sword and Sorcery – Imaro by Charles Saunders/ Green Rider by Kristin Britain/ Throne of the Crescent Moon by Saladin Ahmed

[Wrap-up] r/fantasy bingo 2016 r/fantasy bingo is this awesome reading challenge that happens over on reddit each year. 2016 was the first year I joined and it was a great way to expand my SFF reading habits.