#and a new toy that he is allowed to destroy immediately

[nabsthevulture]

Its my sons birthday everyone

[fatkish]

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader NSFW

Imagine being kidnapped by All For One and being sent to Dr. Giraki only to be transformed into a Nomu plaything for Tomura Shigaraki. You’re still conscious and understand everything that’s happening and feeling everything but there’s some kind of buffer between your consciousness and your brain. You were made as a surprise for Tomura since you had a unique quirk that made it impossible for quirks to harm you. Since Tomura’s decay doesn’t work on you, AFO decided you’d be the perfect obedient toy for his successor.

When you’re given to Tomura, originally he doesn’t see the benefit of having you and fails to destroy you. After some time he gets horny one day and decides to make you suck him off. Unable to stop yourself, your body immediately obeys and begins suckling on Shigaraki’s cock. As your body obeys his commands, he soon comes and orders you to swallow it, to which you do. Tomura then realizes that you’ll do whatever he says. So he decides to explore what else you can do. He orders you to get on the bed on your hands and knees and you obey.

Tomura begins to inspect your body, running his hands over your curves and squeezing your flesh. When he reaches your nipples, he grins wickedly and pitches them before twisting them and pulling downwards. Seeing you not so much as flinch he squeezes your chest hard and gropes at your chest. Pinching, pulling and flicking your nipples in an attempt to get a reaction out of you. All the while your consciousness is in tears from his touch. When his torment of your nipples fails to make you flinch, he moves his attention downwards.

Seeing your ass on display. Shigaraki smacks it as hard as he can sending you forward a bit. He then orders you to spread your legs to which your body obeys. Seeing your cute little clit (if you’re a male, then Giraki had messed around with your body reducing the size of your cock and giving you a pussy) shigaraki pinches it and tugs downwards on it. Swirling his fingers around your swollen clit, flicking it, pinching it and pulling it, he decides to try and see if sucking on it will get a reaction out of you. As his lips close around it, he begins to suck hard on your clit, rough strong sucks pull at your poor swollen clit as he then bites it, rubbing it between his teeth.

While he’s busy with your clit, his hands wander towards your pussy. Feeling how wet you are from his constant torment he grins and releases your poor clit.

“Seems as though you’re enjoying this. You don’t even care how rough I am with you, I could destroy you and you’d still get off on it, but don’t worry, I’m going to make sure I put you to good use, after all, you’re only here for my pleasure. I wonder if you can even feel anything I’m doing?”

Tomura gives your cunt a harsh slap and digs his fingers deep inside of your pussy. As his two fingers roughly swirl and grind against your insides he inserts a third finger. As he stretches your cunt he pulls off his pants and boxers and uses his other hand to smear some of your juices on his cock. Without even so much as a warning, his cock quickly replaces his fingers as he ruts into you. He grabs your hips and pulls back before slamming his hips back into you. He begins a moderately slow pace of thrusting into your tight heat for a few moments before his pace speeds up. As his pace increases he pushes your head down and this new angle allows his to hit that spongey spot inside you just right. He moans as your walls clamp down on him and he starts swinging his hips harder.

As his pace increases he reaches around and pinches your swollen clit, giving it a few harsh tugs as he nears his climax. When he finally comes he tugs on your clit one last time while his other hand squeezes your chest as he fills you with his cum. After a few moments he pulls out and gives your cunt a harsh slap. After that he pulls on his boxers and tells you to go clean yourself up quickly and come right back. Your body shakily moves as it obeys his orders. While Tomura is satisfied, you on the other hand, are still sensitive but you’re unable to fight whatever is making your body obey Shigaraki’s commands.

When you’re done, you enter the room to hear Tomura telling Dabi about you and agreeing to let him use you since you’re unable to spread diseases or infections. You also hear Dabi ask about you and he suggests to Shigaraki to have Giraki upgrade you so you’re able to fulfill specific kinks.

(This literally just crossed my mind so I decided to make something of it. If you’re interested in a part 2 let me know in the comments)

[jazeswhbhaven]

Hello~!

That might be a weird idea, but how would the kings react to a gn!MC who's insanely lucky with crane games and the like?

Like, they manage to win at least once every few tries and even those giant plushies

(totally didn't get inspired cause I and my little sis won a few plushies at the funfair today, including a giant bowser lol)

Thank you for waiting anon, this idea isn't weird at all. In fact I'm terrible at crane games so if I had any luck I'd spend a lot of time getting cool prizes lol

And a giant Bowser plush???? Ah man I'd be so stoked to have one of those in my house because he's just great

Satan: Crane games are a rare find in Gehenna because the angels keep destroying their arcades. However, MC does come across one and Satan watches intently as MC easily wins a prize, then the next, then the next. He wants to try but he loses immediately. It mildly annoys him and he tries again only to lose again. Fair to say that the crane machine gets smashed and Satan takes the prize he wants anyway. MC doesn't suggest crane games ever again.

Mammon: Tartaros has plenty of crane games around for tourist. Mammon even has a few in the palace just for fun and he often gives out tokens specifically for the ones in the palace for the subjects to use. His prizes are a bit odd, but MC has no problem winning most of them which impresses Mammon. He does think it's a bit useless as he could simply just buy whatever it is for MC, but whatever joy they get from playing crane games is enough for him. He's happy to see them happy. but he's not allowed to play because he usually ends up breaking the crane machine with his massive hands.

Beelzebub: Crane games? Hell yeah. Beel is a natural when it comes to playing them, but he'd rather watch MC because it fascinates him just how easy it is for them to win. He takes them around all of Avisos trying out even the most rigged crane game known in Hell to clean everyone out of their savings. MC loses the first round but their second try yields them a cash prize and then some. MC just can't be beat. And it's very clear...that Beel plans on using this to his advantage. A reason to go to more places to see if MC can win them all type of advantage.

Leviathan: There's...pretty much only one crane game in Hades, but the prizes are mostly fanmade Leviathan items. MC brings Levi along to watch them try their hand at the game, but he seems disinterested. After they win, he pushes them aside and also plays saying their technique was sloppy. Turns out he wasn't "wrong" as he also wins the next round. He gives MC the prize and tells them not to share it with anyone or even mention they did this together.

Lucifer: He's new to crane games, and Paradise Lost doesn't have any, so MC has to take him to Gehenna in order to play. He watches in silence as MC wins him a prize which is a stuffed toy ram. He holds it and then tries his hand at winning. He's not very good and he gets mildly irritated but he does try again. Finally he wins something small for MC and gives it to them in exchange. He says crane games are not enjoyable for him, but he does want to know more on how MC learned how to win so much.

Belphegor: This otaku is the master of crane games. His entire room is filled with prizes for a reason. Yes, he could simply "buy" them if he wanted but he says there's no fun in that. However, it's only worth it if the item is rare enough. He has MC try and is impressed by them winning each time and they even got a rare prize Belphie was looking for. Needless to say he drags them around pretty much all the time to where the rarest items are so MC can get it for him. Less work the better.

[bellaxgiornata]

Falling For the Devil [Part eighty-nine: "The Stray"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Matt spends his morning alone with the new cat until you return.

Or You say something to Matt that has a bigger impact on him than you even realize.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 3.2k

a/n: This update is also light and fluffy with its own little surprise at the end. It's also entirely in Matt's POV. Enjoy and feedback is always appreciated!

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Matt hunched over his steaming mug of coffee on the kitchen table, one of his hands running along his face as he tried to wake up. He was still dressed in only his boxers, finally crawling out of bed a little after he’d heard you leave the apartment. He knew you’d woken up early, over-eager to pick up the extra odds and ends for the cat that you’d excitedly ordered last night on your phone from the pet store just two blocks over. 

It had admittedly been adorable listening to how thrilled you were just over picking out cat toys last night. A faint smile ghosted over Matt’s lips even now as he remembered the little shriek you’d made, grabbing at his arm beside you on the couch when you’d spotted sushi themed ones. Granted, Matt always thought you were adorable and found your excitement contagious. 

Drawing the mug of coffee to his lips, Matt could hear the soft patter of paws approaching him. He drank down the liquid before lowering the mug back to the table, his attention shifting to where he heard the cat sit down on the floor not too far from his chair. The soft swish of its tail back and forth was fast becoming a familiar sound around the apartment already.

"She's not here right now," Matt told the cat. "So whatever manipulative face you've been giving her to get your way since yesterday? It won't work on me. Because I can't see it."

A tiny mew met Matt’s ears, the cat's tail continuing to rhythmically move back and forth along the floor. 

"Yeah, you won," Matt told him. "Seems like you didn't belong to anyone after all those calls we made yesterday, so you get to stay here." He pointed a finger down towards the cat, his expression stern. "But don't think you get free run of this place destroying things just because she likes you so much. No scratching up the couch. Or knocking dishes off the kitchen shelves– especially the coffee mugs," he told the cat. "She's weirdly attached to a few of them. I don’t want her crying because you broke one."

Another small meow met Matt’s ears and the corner of his mouth twitched upwards. Pressing his lips firmly together, he fought the smile threatening to slip onto his face.

He'd never had a pet before. His father never could've afforded taking care of one when Matt was young, and there was absolutely no way he'd have ever been allowed to have one at St. Agnes, so he initially assumed having a cat roaming around the apartment would be annoying with his senses. The meows, the multiple paw pads hitting the floor as the cat walked, the incessant purring, and the irritating sound of a cat’s tongue as it groomed itself. Those were all things that immediately came to mind when you’d suggested keeping the cat after he’d rescued it from the dumpster. But surprisingly Matt had discovered he hadn't minded the cat's presence much at all–other than the litter box you'd already bought for it. Though if you or Matt cleaned it immediately, the smell wasn't that bad to him and he was quickly learning to ignore it.

This cat’s meowing wasn't actually loud and grating to his ears like he'd always imagined it would be, either. Instead, it was more of a light, sweet noise, one that he’d come to like each time he'd heard it. And the purring almost had a white noise effect just like the patter of rain on the windows. If he was being honest, he'd actually liked falling asleep with the cat at the foot of the bed last night. He'd focused in on the purring, managing to tune out not only the sounds in the apartment building, but also the noise outside in Hell’s Kitchen. Last night was the fastest Matt had ever fallen asleep since gaining his heightened senses with the sound of the purring and your steady heartbeat in his ears. 

He heard the cat rise to its feet, padding over towards his legs. A second later he felt the cat's head rub against his bare calf and the smile finally made its way onto Matt’s face. The cat's fur, after having been cleaned from his time among the garbage, was silky and smoother than he'd imagined it would be, too. He figured it would be scratchy and irritating to his sensitive skin, because generally that’s how it always felt when he'd pet cats or dogs in the past. But apparently not this cat. 

"You're annoyingly persistent, you know that?" Matt told the cat.

Reaching a hand down, Matt scratched the fur under the cat's chin. Seconds later Matt’s ears picked up on the faint rumble as gradually the still nameless cat began to purr.  Some sense of pride began to stir in Matt’s chest at the sound.

“Thought it was supposed to be hard to gain a cat’s affection,” Matt mused quietly. “Don’t blame you for loving her so easily, but I don’t know what the hell you'd want with me.”

The cat stepped closer to Matt as he spoke, rubbing his side along Matt’s shin. The cat’s tail soon curled itself around his calf, the soft hairs almost tickling Matt. The smile on his face grew just a bit wider.

“I know what you’re doing,” Matt told the cat, withdrawing his hand from the cat’s chin and sitting back in his chair. “It’s not going to work.”

Turning his attention back to his coffee, he left the cat to his own devices. He’d noticed since the both of you had brought him home that he’d often taken residence along the radiator by the window in the living room, curling up on it and watching the pigeons on the rooftop across the street. But as Matt picked his mug back up, about to drink more of his coffee, he felt two paws suddenly land on his knee.

The cup of coffee hovered just before Matt’s mouth, his hand freezing. Head tilting to the side, his brows furrowed. The cat had stretched up on his hind legs apparently, his front feet resting on Matt’s knee. He heard the air shift just a bit as one of the paws reached up, and then Matt felt a furry little paw tap the back of his hand that was holding his coffee mug. Turning his head back towards the cat, he heard another little meow again.

“What?” he asked the cat. “I know I heard her feed you and fill your water bowl already when she woke up. And she’s the one who promised to fatten you up, not me. So don’t think you can trick me into giving you more food.”

The little paw gently tapped the back of Matt’s hand again and Matt’s eyes narrowed as he focused in on the cat. Nothing seemed wrong with him–or at least, as far as he could tell. It’s not like he generally tuned into a cat’s physiology and could really tell if something was off. But the vet you’d both taken him to yesterday–who’d in fact confirmed the nameless cat was indeed a male–had said he’d seemed malnourished but otherwise healthy. And Matt couldn’t pick up on anything different from him since then.

“Do you just…want attention?” Matt asked. “Is that it?”

Of course the cat couldn’t answer, but the other place Matt knew this nameless cat had enjoyed spending time was curled up on the couch. Usually next to you or in your lap. Matt remembered the first time the cat had crawled into your lap and laid down last night. He’d been finishing up taking care of the dishes after dinner, pausing when he heard your heart speed up in your chest. At first he’d thought your pulse increasing had something to do with him–but no. It was the cat. Again. Though, the cute little giggle you’d made when the cat settled down on you was one of the best sounds he’d heard in awhile.

“Fine,” Matt relented. “I’ll sit on the couch and drink my coffee and pet you. But if you so much as scratch me with one of your nails,” he warned the cat as he rose to his feet, “I’m going to throw away all of your cat toys.”

The cat made a noise in its throat, the sound something akin to a grunt of disbelief. The unexpected noise surprised Matt, causing him to chuckle as he navigated his way to the couch, trying to keep an ear out for the cat so he didn’t step on him.

“Okay, you’re right, I won’t do that,” he admitted. “But only because of her, not you. Don’t get that mixed up. She was just…really excited about the little sushi ones. I couldn’t possibly throw them away on her.”

Matt settled down onto the couch, the leather cold and a little scratchy against his skin. With a sigh, he raised his coffee mug up to his mouth for a drink, the warmth of it a pleasant contrast to the fabric on his bare skin. He heard the cat jump up onto the couch next to him as he swallowed the liquid, the soft thump of his paws landing on the cushion next to Matt only a faint noise with how little the cat weighed. Almost instantly he curled into a ball against the side of Matt’s bare thigh, the warmth of his furry little body hard not to notice. 

Relaxing back into the cushions, Matt’s eyes closed as he enjoyed his drink and tried to mentally prepare himself for the day. The warmth of the cat at his side soon became soothing, and admittedly it was nice to not be sitting here alone drinking his morning coffee while you were gone. He focused in on the cat’s faint purring, the noise a comfortable decibel to Matt’s ears. He was so relaxed and tuned into the cat that he hadn’t even noticed you’d entered the apartment building, even managing to startle him when you’d opened the apartment door.

“I’m back, Matty!” 

Matt’s eyes opened at the sound of your voice, the cat at his side stirring as well. Turning his head towards the entryway hall, he heard the telltale sound of your heartbeat pounding its usual rhythm in his ears. A smile spread across his lips. That would always be his favorite sound. 

“You manage to get everything you needed, sweetheart?” he called out to you.

“Yeah, they had everything I ordered,” you answered, the sound of bags rustling in his ears as you set them down to take off your shoes. “But I may have also bought him this little scratching post that’s also a hammock. It is the perfect height for the bedroom window,” you continued on, Matt grinning and shaking his head at the excitement in your voice. “So he can curl up in it and watch the pigeons and the traffic comfortably in our room, you know?”

“You’re spoiling this cat, you know that, right?” he teased.

Matt heard the playful scoff you made as you began to pick up all the bags in your hands again. Soon after, he heard your footsteps continue to make their way down the entryway hall towards him.

“He was found in a dumpster , Matt,” you replied. “I think he deserves some nice things.”

Matt shifted his attention down to the cat still curled up beside him on the couch, running his hand along the cat’s fur. “Yeah, I guess trash cat deserves some nice things,” he agreed.

“Matt!” you chastised.

Matt immediately chuckled at the tone of your voice and the way it had went up a few octaves. Admittedly he kept calling the cat that just because he enjoyed the way you reacted every time he did.

“He’s not a trash cat!” you shot back.

Matt heard you placing the bags down behind the couch before you made your way around it. Though when you had, he heard how you paused and the way your heartbeat sped up. Eyes narrowing, his head canted to the side in interest. What had that been about?

“Well, he was found in garbage,” Matt continued half-heartedly, his ears listening to your body. “And I am saying it affectionately.”

“Then maybe I should start calling you a trash Devil,” you quipped, “since I found you in a dumpster.”

He couldn’t resist the peel of laughter that fell out of him, his focus on your body briefly interrupted. He heard you make your way to the couch before he felt the cushion beside him shift as you sat down.

“Unfortunately that doesn’t have as good of a ring to it as Daredevil,” Matt replied, his laughter subsiding.

“Mmm, no, I suppose not,” you agreed.

Matt focused back on you, still absently petting the cat at his side with his free hand. Your heart had returned to its usual pace now. Matt’s head tilted to the side again, curiosity winning out.

“What was with the change in your heartbeat a moment ago?” he asked. “Just before you sat down?”

“Oh,” you breathed out, nervously laughing lightly as you waved a hand. “Nothing. It was nothing.”

A mischievous grin slipped onto Matt’s face as he shook his head. “Okay, so it was definitely something then. Spill, sweetheart.”

There was a moment of silence before you answered. Matt could hear the way your nails were picking at a string on what he assumed were your shorts.You were fidgeting, something you didn’t do too often around him anymore.

“I just–just wasn’t expecting to see you sitting here practically naked with the cat,” you muttered.

Matt’s bottom lip slipped between his teeth, fighting back a smile. “You see me like this every morning, but me sitting with a cat gets your heart racing like that?” he teased.

The air shifted around you as you shrugged, your hands continuing to fidget in your lap. “I don’t know,” you muttered, your cheeks heating, “it’s just like…coming home to my little family or something now, you know? The two of you here together. Both my boys.”

The teasing smile slowly faded from Matt’s lips, his expression softening as he read the nervousness around your body increasing. A warmth stirred in Matt’s chest at your words, his heart swelling. Because you considered him and this stray cat family. Your family.

You waved a dismissive hand, laughing nervously. “Nevermind, it’s stupid,” you said.

“No,” Matt said softly, shaking his head. “It’s not stupid at all.”

He could feel a lump forming in the back of his throat, a well of emotions trying to rise to the surface. Blinking hard a few times, he tried to push it all back. He wasn’t about to get emotional about that, not right now.

“So uh,” Matt began, clearing his throat, “we should probably start to think of names for this little guy if you don’t want trash cat to stick.”

“Actually,” you said, voice a little hesitant, “I had a thought when I was picking up everything this morning from the pet store.”

“For a name?” Matt asked.

“Yeah,” you answered, nodding. “I was thinking…what if we named him something after your dad?”

That lump seemed to abruptly thicken in the back of Matt’s throat. He swallowed a couple of times, a blurry image of his father mentally painting itself in his mind. It was getting harder to fight the tears in his eyes as he blinked them back.

“What–what do you mean?” he asked, hoping you didn’t notice the waver in his voice.

“I just meant it might be like a way to honor him?” you answered nervously. “And I–I was thinking maybe we could call him Mittens?”

Matt could feel the weight of the tears building in his eyes as his tongue nervously slipped out, wetting his lips. His hand stopped along the cat’s back, his fingers burying themselves into the cat’s comforting fur.

“Mittens?” Matt asked softly.

“Yeah,” you said. “Like boxing mitts? Since your father was such a great boxer. And, in your own way, I suppose you are, too. Though you don’t technically wear mittens out at night–but you probably should in winter time because you’re always freezing out there.”

Matt huffed out a laugh just as a single tear slipped out of his eye. Before he had a chance to discreetly try to wipe it away, you’d already noticed it. He heard the way you sucked in a breath, your back straightening on the couch beside him. And then it was your soft fingers on his cheek catching the tear, wiping it away. His eyelids lowered as he leant into your touch.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“No,” Matt replied quickly. “You didn’t. I uh, I think that’s a great idea, actually.”

“You do?” you asked.

Attempting yet again to swallow that lump in his throat, Matt nodded against your hand. “Yeah, I love it,” he whispered. 

You leaned in towards him, placing a gentle kiss to his cheek where the tear had fallen. Matt’s lips curled upwards in a smile at the feel of them against his skin, so soft and warm. When you pulled away, you placed a sweet kiss to his lips next, lingering against them for a moment. Once again Matt’s heart felt like it was swelling in his chest, a whole well of emotions building within him that he was struggling to keep down.

You focused your attention down onto the cat next, your hands gently stroking the top of the cat’s head. Matt smiled when he heard the soft coo you spoke to the cat with.

“What about you?” you asked him. “Do you like Mittens?”

The resounding purr that began so soon after you’d asked the question seemed to be his response.  

“Sounds like a yes,” Matt whispered.

You giggled, still focused on petting the cat as you enthusiastically continued to chat to him, trying out the new name. Mittens seemed content with the name choice and the attention, purring even louder as he curled up further against Matt’s leg. 

But while you were currently very focused on the cat, Matt was focused on you. That warmth in his chest only seemed to grow even more as he sat there, listening to your cheerful and bright voice as you spoke. He couldn’t fight the smile that gradually returned to his face at what you’d said just a bit ago.

Family. That word meant a lot of things to Matt, but it was something he’d felt like he’d never truly had ever since he’d lost his father. Even if his mother was only a few blocks away at Clinton Church, it wasn’t quite the same thing, not with the history between him and Maggie. Foggy’s family had honestly been the closest thing Matt had ever had to a family, but he’d only met them when he was grown and in college. But still, he’d never truly felt like he’d had a family of his own, one that he belonged to.

Not until now. Because you were right, the three of you were a family.

Matt drew his coffee mug back up to his mouth, his mind suddenly and very surely made up as he took another drink. Monday he’d tell you he was working late on a case so you wouldn’t expect him home at the usual time. And then he’d finally ask Foggy to go help him pick out a ring.

[knickynoo]

Well, I was sufficiently enabled for the idea, so here it is: ✨Alex P. Keaton's Top Neurodivergent Moments✨

The funny thing is that the amount of time I put into scrolling through my encyclopedic mental inventory of Family Ties scenes, compiling these moments in a list, making gifs, and finding past gifsets/analysis to link back to makes creating this post one of my most neurodivergent moments. Good for me.

These will be organized by season (easier for me than trying to rank on a scale) and are in no way ALL of the moments. I'd need like...15 posts for that. Also, tumblr only allows 30 images/gifs per post, so I'm going to include links to past posts when possible.

ENJOY!

• Alex gets his first-ever failing grade and immediately decides to quit school

Exactly what it says. Alex strolls into college all bright-eyed and confident and ends up a broken shell of a guy just a week or so later. The prototypical Gifted Kid from the moment he learned to speak, Alex cannot handle anything less than perfection. Getting the first F of his life shatters his entire self-image, and he wants to drop out of college entirely.

• Alex's friend Doug announces he's getting married, and Alex spirals into despair. As one does.

The entirety of the "Best Man" episode is one big Alex displaying neurodivergent behaviors moment, honestly. There are a whole lot of Alex-centered plots that are set into motion because A Change happens, and he just cannot deal with it, and this is one of the best examples. Alex is so distraught at the suddenly altered dynamic that he wanders the house like a lost soul—sad and confused and needy. He walks in on Steven's shower just to give him a hug, offers to go shopping with Mal and play dolls with Jen, and also draws up a seven-year contract for his other friends to sign to ensure they stick to their regularly scheduled card games, lest they also run off to get married and destroy his life.

• Alex P. Keaton: child development expert

When faced with the news of another sibling on the way, Alex has some very nurturing advice at the ready for when the baby is crying.

• The Keatons all laugh at a funny story. Alex is not amused.

This is one of my favorite Alex scenes of the series. Uncle Rob shares a memory of the time Steven was young and got in trouble because he started rebelling against the system and refused to write his name in the designated spot on his school test papers. The family shares a hearty laugh. Alex, king of black-and-white thinking and lover of rules, is deeply upset.

I love him so much. He genuinely cannot see how they're enjoying such a story. The Name Spot is for names. And his father dared to write in the Not For Names Spot?? Jail for Steven.

He's so ridiculously autistic.

• Alex's favorite childhood toy

It was a cardboard box. I can't quite put into words why this sets off my ND radar, but it does. Maybe it's the being attached to unusual items thing that's common with autism? The intense fixations that make other people go ????

The Alex and Ba-ba plotline provides some wonderful Alex Lore.

• Mr. Mustache

Yeah, those intense fixations? In the "Fool for Love" episode, Alex grows a mustache and legitimately cannot speak about anything else for the several days that follow. He's asked to present a speech at Mallory's homecoming dance and centers his entire speech around his mustache. He's unable to have a conversation that doesn't involve mustaches. It's incredible.

• Everything in "Matchmaker"

Alex is so sweet in this one. After Mallory comes home crying after a bad date, Alex promises to help her find a great guy. Unfortunately, putting someone who struggles socially and with processing emotions in charge of your love life isn't exactly a great fit. Alex uses the power of science to craft a formula to find Mallory's perfect match (he isn't), then tags along on their date and helps foster a very natural environment (it isn't) for the relationship to flourish (it doesn't).

The episode ends with a great scene between Alex and Mallory that shows just how well Mal understands the inner-workings of her big brother's head.

• Divorce is tough. Alex has some advice.

The Keaton kids are shocked to learn that their Uncle Rob is divorcing their Aunt Maureen. As Jen and Mallory reel from the information, Alex helps to reframe things.

He then pulls out the Special Interest Card and compares the divorce of their aunt and uncle to a "failed merger, not unlike the breakup of the phone company—although obviously less emotional. Nothing more than a natural fluctuation in the marketplace of love and marriage."

And the thing is, he IS impacted by the news. He just hasn't the slightest clue how to actually process it. So, a simple failed merger it is!

• You had one job

Mallory needs some croissants for a fancy get-together she's having with her poetry class. Alex helpfully offers to go pick them up.

Now, I debated about this one because there's part of me that's like, "Hmm, did Alex purposely do this to annoy Mallory?" Is this just a jerk move? But you know what? It stays on the list because the whole "I personally don't like this thing and struggle to see how anyone else could. Therefore, I will get the thing I like" is (for me) a relatable aspect of being ND.

• Every single second of "A, My Name is Alex"

For real, though. This episode is a deep dive into how Alex became the person he is, and it is FILLED with "flashbacks" of an intensely neurodivergent child whose issues were made worse by the people around him. (Mostly teachers and peers. Steven and Elyse did their best with him, but I do also have some critiques of the way they parented him). Anyway, he represses his emotions to the point of a meltdown

And then there's this

Full coin gifset here. Also, I made posts on the full episode, which can be found here and here.

• "Alex has a weird body"

That's Mallory's explanation to Andy as to why Alex can't help her when she needs someone to model one of her latest clothing creations. She says Alex's head is too big for his body, and those words, unfortunately, find their way back to him. In a mini plot reminiscent of the mustache one, Alex proceeds to obsess over the comment.

And I mean, I think being told your head is too big for your body would make anyone insecure, but it's the way Alex handles it. He's unable to have regular conversations for a while because he can't stop fixating on the size of his noggin'.

Both of the "Read it and Weep" episodes fit in this list, to be honest

• An accurate statement by Lauren

I've got to include this because it really does neatly condense a lot of who Alex is

So true, bestie.

And then, to wrap this whole thing up, there's all of this

And this is just what I can fit in this here post without going over the limit lol. Obsessed with the way MJF played Alex.

Thanks for reading ✌️

This is me with Alex, btw

[skellymom]

"FOR THE LOVE OF DOG"

THE BAD BATCH TECH/CROSSHAIR TINY FIC - all ages/SFW

Featuring "TIGGY" from my OC/Reader x HUNTER fan fic series "Vagabonds" To read:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/738467105361494016/vagabonds?source=share

The black furry creature stared back at Tech with a simplistic, yet deep gaze.  Dark brown eyes of devotion stared into each other. 

He met this creature quite serendipitously.  Never expecting to find an animal that would hold his attention and affection like this.  The meat market Vagabond doggie, whom he shared ownership with between a Nomaadi woman, her family and his brothers.  This mixed up, haphazardly bred Vornskr/Loth Wolf catastrophe. 

A dog named Tiggy. 

“She is quite special to me.”  Tech replied to Crosshair as he petted Tiggy’s head.  “As you know we were never allowed pets on Kamino.” 

And as if on cue, Tiggy jumped up onto Tech’s chest, lavishing his face with sloppy doggy kisses.  Tech smiled and gently urged her down. 

“Now, now girl.”  

Tig mouthed Tech’s gloved hand, then sunk her teeth into the folds of fabric at its fingertips.  She pulled on the fabric, leaving holes.  Then tugged, growling playfully at the new toy she claimed.  Tech’s arm comically jerked back and forth as Tiggy dug into the ship’s decked flooring and backed up shaking her head. 

“That mutt is ruining your gloves.” Cross lifted an eyebrow.  “You’re LETTING her do that?” 

“I certainly am.” 

Crosshair cocked an eyebrow at his brother’s response. 

“My hypothesis is that I love this small canine.” 

Crosshair ALMOST fell off his chair.  “Did YOU say...LOVE???” 

“Shocking, isn’t it?  Something sentient but so below my amazing intellect, causes random mayhem, damages my most prized possessions, defecates occasionally where I might step upon it...all the while DEMANDING my constant attention with the expectation that I also feed it...AND pick up its excrement.” 

“Sounds absolutely terrible.” Crosshair grimly inserted a fresh toothpick into his mouth. 

Tiggy, assuming whatever item Crosshair had inserted was edible and something she wanted immediately let go of Tech’s glove.  She “sat pretty” in front of Crosshair, cocked her head, and let her obscenely long tongue hang out of her mouth. 

Crosshair snickered at how goofy she looked. 

“And yet...it is the most wonderous feeling I have ever yet to experience.” Tech beamed at the canine. 

“Eh.” Cross shrugged making a face. 

“Don’t scowl at my sentiment, Crosshair.”  Tech was blunt, but not angry.  “I can only hope that ONE day you shall know a love as wonderful as this.” 

Crosshair was silent.  Tech had him there.  While the idea of something “that wonderful” could destroy his beloved firepuncher with no guilt may have bothered him at first... 

...well... 

Maybe he COULD RESPECT that. 

Maybe...one day he could be that HAPPY... 

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[quietwingsinthesky]

Okay hear me out Missy/Donna

this came out so silly. it’s more pre-donna/missy but give them like a few weeks and missy will be earning herself so many kisses.

“Are you a friend of the Doctor’s?” Donna asks upon spotting the woman sitting on a bench in her garden outside the Doctor’s TARDIS. It’s far too warm out to be dressed in as many layers as she is, but at least she has her own umbrella for shade. She turns her head to look at Donna, and there’s something familiar about it that Donna can’t put her finger on.

“His dearest,” she says. Donna raises her eyebrows in disbelief, but really, the woman says it with so much conviction that she’s not even sure how to argue. “Why? Is there anyone else I could be here to visit?” Donna huffs a laugh.

“Not unless you’re paying for one of Rose’s toys in person.” She considers for the briefest moment that this woman could know Shaun and immediately dismisses the thought. Absolutely not. They’d be making up stories around the dinner table about what Miss Mary Poppins got up to every week if he knew her. “Or- No. Never mind. He doesn’t have friends.”

“Oh?” The woman pounces on Donna’s irritation. “Domestic problems?” Donna joins her on the bench, despite a small part of her mind still insisting there’s something terribly off about the woman. She makes room for Donna, her eyes never leaving her. Despite the umbrella’s shade falling across her face, her dark eyes seem to glitter.

“Not mine.” Donna rolls her eyes. “When the Doctor keeps that man on a tight leash, anyway. Personally, I think we’d be better off with a real leash to tie him up inside the TARDIS whenever the Doctor goes to the store.” The woman’s smile grows.

“Sounds like trouble.”

“You have no idea.” Donna shakes her head. “But you try suggesting we shouldn’t be housing a maniac. The Doctor’s eyes get all watery and he looks like a kicked dog about it. ‘He’s my oldest friend, Donna. He needs me, Donna. Blowing up Rose’s new shed was an accident, Donna.’ Believe me, I made him fix that himself. Only time I’ve ever been fond of him was watching him help Rose with stitching up replacements for what he destroyed.” Donna stops. “Sorry, what did you say your name was?”

“Missy.”

Donna gets- Not memories, nothing so clear, but sometimes, little pings in her subconscious of the Doctor’s experiences through the remnants of the metacrisis that sunk safely and comfortably into the back of her head to stay forever.

Right now, that ping is more like an air siren.

“Missy,” Donna repeats. Missy puts a hand out, and Donna’s not sure if she’s expecting a handshake or a kiss to her knuckles.

“Short for Mistress.” Donna’s face falls.

Which is what the Doctor stumbles out of the TARDIS to, five minutes later, as Donna yells, “Absolutely not! Not another one of you! Not in my home!” He does not, on the whole, improve the situation, by breaking out into a grin and wrapping Missy up in a hug even she clearly isn’t expecting.

Donna, begrudgingly, allows one more Master to stay with them.

Donna, even more begrudgingly, grows fond of her.

[alleiwentcrazy]

“Hey, Steve—”

He stops, placing his feet carefully, all too aware of the added weight strapped to his back. The ax makes him sway slightly—or maybe it’s not the ax, he thinks, turning back. Maybe it’s the weight of Eddie’s gaze crossing with his, maybe it’s the promise of something awful looming over them. Maybe it’s the stench of fear and decay, so prominent here in the world of creatures that want nothing but to destroy.

The moment feels heavy, giving them all another reason to hesitate. They look at each other for a long second, Steve’s gaze curious, Eddie’s skittish and unsure. To see Eddie Munson unsure is so rare even Dustin looks surprised. Steve feels exposed, more exposed than when he was half-naked and everyone could practically see the inside of his body. He desperately needs Robin to reassure him that he’s still there because one more look into Eddie’s eyes and he’ll lose it.

The silence between them seems to stretch into eternity, Eddie’s gaze drops, then he looks back up, and suddenly—

Suddenly Steve’s six again, roaming around the new house his parents bought not too long ago. The house is weird, Steve doesn’t like it. It’s bigger than the other one, looks fancier and Steve has already been instructed not to touch anything and to play only in his own room should he find it necessary. Entering his father’s study is strictly forbidden, so naturally, his mind is set on trying to get inside that room somehow, even if it means getting in trouble. But he has to find it first.

He passes yet another guest room when he catches something with the corner of his eye. His tiny feet carry him to the window, and then immediately outside into his brand new backyard, where in the furthest corner he finds a big, spectacularly green tree with—yes! A treehouse!

He’s so excited, finally having something just for himself in this big, empty house, where he’s not allowed to do anything but breathe and study. He’s up the ladder in no time, using as much force as he has to lift the flap and hoist himself inside.

He looks around and jumps in excitement. It’s perfect. It’s like—like magic, like he has teleported himself into another child’s room. There are stacks of colorful books in the corner, a patched-up blanket on the floor, some toys, some board games, even. Is this place real? He can’t wait to tell his mother how grateful he is for that, he’ll have to give special thanks to his father, too, because his father always says that everything he has is due to their goodwill—

Steve’s startled when he hears the ladder moving again, then he takes a step back when the flap goes flying open and a head full of dark, curly hair appears just next to his feet.

They stare each other down, the intruder’s dark eyes wide in shock, Steve’s in fear mixed with surprise. It’s a boy, probably around his age, but how did he get here?

“Are you… real?” Steve asks, not knowing what else to do.

The boy furrows his brows. “Obviously?”

They stare at each other for a second longer, then something flashes on the boy’s face and he nods to himself like he’s made up his mind. Then he clambers inside and stands in front of Steve. He’s a little bigger, dressed in clean but shabby clothes. His gaze is scrutinizing.

“Why are you here?” he asks, his tone accusatory. Steve wants to take another step back, but his feet are locked in place.

“We’ve moved in today.”

“Oh,” the boy’s face deflates, but his arms are still crossed protectively over his chest. “For good?”

“Uh. Yes?” Steve feels out of his depth. His parents told him that he shouldn’t talk to strangers, but… “Why are you here?”

“There’s a hole in the fence,” the boy shrugs, almost nonchalantly. “It’s my hang-out spot.”

Steve isn’t sure what a hang-out spot is, exactly, but he still nods. Neither of them speaks for a moment, then the boy’s arms drop to his sides and he reaches for the blanket.

“Alright, I’ll get my stuff and—”

“No!” Steve yells, clutching the other end of the blanket and trying to yank it from the boy’s hands. “I mean… We can play together here. These things are cool,” he says, his face getting hot. He’s telling the truth, the things in the treehouse are cool, but also—Steve isn’t allowed to play with other children, not the ones he’d like to play with, anyway. Only the ones his parents choose. This boy is none of those.

He takes a look around, clearly thinking about his options. Then his eyes land on Steve. He looks and he looks, and Steve feels a little like when the teachers his father hires to train him in things he doesn’t really understand ask him questions to which he has no answers.

This time, the outcome of the evaluation, as they like to call it, is positive. The boy drops the blanket.

“And you won’t tell your parents I’ve been here? Ever? You can’t tell.”

“I won’t,” Steve says earnestly, shaking his head. He won’t tell. He really won’t.

The boy looks at him for a while longer and then, seemingly out of nowhere, he smiles. His smile is wide and welcoming, so wide Steve can see the missing tooth in the back of his mouth. “Okay,” he says, simply. He’s so eager to play he immediately starts gathering toys and books. When he reaches for something lying on a high shelf, his tee rides up.

There’s a big, angry bruise on his back.

Steve wants to ask about it, but his parents told him not to pry—

“What’s your name?” he asks instead. The boy whips his head around and furrows his brows at Steve again.

“You sure you won’t tell your parents?” Steve nods. “Promise?”

“Promise,” he replies without hesitation.

“I’m Eddie,” the boy replies, sitting down on the floor and urging Steve to sit down next to him. He complies.

“I’m Steve,” he introduces himself, sitting down somewhat gingerly. The boy grins again and Steve can’t hold back his own smile any longer.

“Nice to meet you, Steve. How much do you know about elves?”

In no time, they become secret best friends. They hang out almost every day throughout the summer, and Steve learns so much about magic and fantastical worlds and creatures he can’t think of anything else. Sometimes they just sit down and draw, sometimes Eddie reads his books out loud, forcing Steve to see how cool they are—Steve’s not too good at reading himself, but he enjoys Eddie’s stories.

Eddie has a knack for making things up. One day, when Steve hoists himself inside in the worst of moods, having heard that he really is and probably will forever be no use in business from his father, Eddie just starts telling him a story Steve’s sure he’s never heard before. Then, next time, Eddie is in the worst of moods, fresh circular marks burned onto his arms, so Steve takes his poster paints and decorates the skin around them to make them prettier—which, sure, not the smartest idea, but it works, Eddie’s laughing, all okay.

When school starts, they keep it a secret. They pretend that they don’t know each other in the corridors, giggling between themselves when no one is around. They still meet up afterward, even in winter—then summer comes and everything’s great again. Steve has a best friend, and they play together and they share secrets together, and his parents can’t do anything about it, because they don’t know.

Steve has a best friend. Until said best friend disappears suddenly during the school year. Without a word. Steve has heard something about his parents, his father, but he’s not allowed to ask questions—he promised not to tell, didn’t he?

He doesn’t ask, but he still hopes. Every day, he climbs up that ladder and waits, waits so long, until the memory of Eddie’s voice gets blurred and distorted, and his smell no longer lingers on the things he left in their treehouse.

Steve gets to see him again when he’s in middle school, freshly moved to Hawkins, not expecting to meet anyone he knows here in the middle of nowhere, Indiana. He’s so surprised on the first day of school—their new house has no treehouse in the backyard, but Eddie is here. It must be Eddie. His hair is buzzed and he looks like he’s had enough of life, but it’s him.

Only, he doesn’t seem to care that it’s Steve. Maybe he doesn’t recognize him? But he does. When their paths cross in the corridor, he stops so suddenly, his eyes go big, just like they did in that treehouse for the first time. He’s just about to smile when Tommy, Steve’s new classmate, appears around the corner, calling out for him, and Eddie’s face turns to steel. Steve remembers his accusatory glare. It’s there.

Eddie turns heel and runs. Steve tries to talk to him again, but it doesn’t work. Tommy hangs around him like a vulture, scaring Eddie away—and besides, is it really Steve’s job to talk to him? He’s not the only one that’s confused, hurt, even.

Oh, it hurts like hell. It was never supposed to happen.

Steve spends a few nights crying over that. Then comes high school, people start calling him King Steve and Eddie looks at him with such disgust it makes Steve want to take a shower whenever their eyes lock in class. Steve��s senior year is torture because he shares it with Eddie, who clearly hates him so much he’d spit on him if he had a chance. Even after Steve’s fall from grace, Eddie doesn’t stop looking at him with anger burning in his eyes.

And he’s almost always looking, while Steve misses him like crazy.

Eddie kinda makes him think that he’s completely unlikeable. That he’s broken and can’t be fixed, can’t befriend anyone—until Robin.

Oh, Robin. Amazing, caring, beautiful, smart, snarky Robin. The relationship he builds with her quickly becomes the most important one in his life. She’s as much a part of him as his hand or heart is. Steve’s not a poet, but he’s sure, really sure that she’s the one thing he didn’t know that was missing in his life—like a part of his soul was wandering somewhere around the universe, lost and unable to come back without help.

What he has with Robin is unique, complete and incomparable. No one understands him the way she does, no one loves him the way she does. Among others, these are the things that make their friendship so unlike any other relationship Steve’s had. Robin isn’t just his friend. Robin is something entirely different, something Steve can’t, for the life of him, put into words.

On rare occasions, though, thinking about her does bring up memories of Eddie. Was it similar with him? No, it wasn’t. But then what was it, exactly?

Steve’s quite successful in pushing those moments away. He is, even when the kids join Eddie’s little nerd club. He is, even when the manhunt starts.

It’s the piece of shattered bottle pressed to his neck that makes him lose it. It’s Eddie’s misery, fear, and the real, tangible danger he’s in. The words he says to Steve along the way (you'd have let me die if Nancy hadn't jumped?). It’s the fact that they still don’t talk, not about things that matter, even though they suddenly have to coexist in a world that wants them destroyed and they have to do everything in their power to stop it. Together.

It’s the fact that Eddie may not make it. Even if they get out of the Vecna situation, will they be able to save Eddie from the people that see him as some kind of evil sent by the heavens to decimate them?

Steve’s worried, so worried. He’s worried about the kids—hell, Max is his top priority. But at the same time, other thoughts float in the back of his mind and he can’t seem to shake them off.

He can’t keep them all safe. Someone has to risk everything, they just don’t know who, exactly. For that, Steve hopes it won’t have to be Eddie. Leaving things unsaid… It will kill him too, eventually.

Steve hopes it won’t have to be Eddie. He hopes. He hopes and hopes, and—

Eddie’s gaze is on him again. Not skittish. Still scared, still unsure, but set, at the same time.

“Make him pay,” he says, a sense of finality overpowering his words.

Steve can’t believe it. He wants to scream, he wants to shake Eddie’s shoulders until he sees some sense. That’s not what you wanted to say! That’s not how it ends! That’s not how we part before possible disaster!

And he’s angry, he’s sad, it hurts like hell, because—what if Eddie doesn't care about him at all? Has he ever cared? Is he supposed to care for both of them? What’s he supposed to do now? Go up there, slap him, yell at him, hold him?

Steve doesn’t know where that last thought comes from. It’s certainly not something he should do at any point.

The eyes of Nancy, Dustin and Robin drill holes into his skull. He’s waiting for too long, hoping that maybe it’ll resolve itself.

Only it won’t. Eddie won’t say anything else. Steve won’t run up there and hold him. Instead, he nods. Eddie nods back, sealing the deal. Steve holds his gaze a little longer – their last chance.

It goes unnoticed. His team sets out and for the sake of them both, Steve is going to hold on to the hope of seeing another day.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Record of Ragnarok x That Time I Got Reincaranted as a Slime

I’m sorry but the mental image of Rimuru just absorbing their enemy god and then combining their physical features with his regular human form and just either figuratively or literally flipping off the other gods while all of Jura is just going wild about their Lord Rimuru easily beating a god

Plus, I’m just imaging that Brunhilde chose to have Rimuru to go against Zeus just to absolutely destroy the old man

-Brunnhilde had her hands on her fist, glaring down at Zeus who was glaring up at her, the Greek god pointing a finger at the third being in the room, “What is this, valkyrie?”

-Brunnhilde smiled, almost evilly, “A mere slime, Lord Zeus. One who can speak and has agreed to fight for humanity.”

-Zeus frowned at her, thinking she was mocking him, “We agreed on the strongest members for both sides! How is a slime strong!”

-Rimuru’s little slime arm rose, getting their attention, “Don’t underestimate me! I want to fight!” Brunnhilde said nothing but Zeus stared down at the little blue slime before he snorted and immediately busted out laugher, holding his stomach.

-Zeus wiped tears from his eyes only moments later before he glared, still annoyed, “If this is what you’re planning on, Brunnhilde, to have this slime fight for humanity, then I’ll allow it. Don’t come crying to me when you lose again. In fact, how about I fight next against this little slime?” Brunnhilde was shocked but agreed, trying to keep her elation hidden before he walked off.

-Brunnhilde and Rimuru shared a glance before she lifted a fist and he lifted one of his faux arms, “You’re gonna fuck him up, right?” Rimuru couldn’t help but chuckle himself, “With pleasure, cocky guys like that are the best to beat.”

-Goll was the one who carried Rimuru down to the entrance to the arena, cuddling the adorable slime who assured the youngest valkyrie that he was going to be just fine!

-The crowds were almost near rioting, the humans furious that Brunnhilde chose such a weakling to represent them, and the gods feeling insulted that their supreme leader, Zeus, was facing a mere slime, it was an insult to their power.

-Rimuru toyed with Zeus, taking his blows, not getting injured in the slightest, but crying out as if he was being hurt, playing up that he was just a ‘weak little slime’

-Zeus grew tired, annoyed that Rimuru wasn’t dying, annoyed with him bouncing around, and glared, “Time to get serious!” his body swelled as a dark aura surrounded him, grinning darkly.

-Rimuru, hearing the cheers of the humans watching, feeling the thoughts of those in the Great Forest of Jura, Rafael projecting their thoughts to him, it made him feel warm as he seemed to beam, sparkles around him, “Then I’ll get serious too!”

-His words stunned Zeus who had charged at him, but the words infuriated the leader of the gods, a furious war scream leaving him

-Rimuru let the punch hit him, but instead of bouncing back, his body seemed to liquify, enveloping Zeus’ arm.

-Many thought Rimuru had perished, finally squished by Zeus, until the leader of the gods cried out as tendrils, made of slime, began to crawl up his body, constantly latching to him, not giving an inch as more and more of the slime covered Zeus’ body.

-The crowd watched, horrified, seeing Zeus being dissolved and devoured by this ‘harmless little slime’ until only Rimuru remained, landing on the ground with a small bounce before he seemed to beam, “I won!”

-Everyone was stunned, completely silent, eyes wide and jaws to the floor, seeing that Zeus was defeated, and this ‘mere slime’ made it look easy!!

-Rimuru hopped back to the waiting area while Rafael spoke about the new skills he obtained, only paying half attention as he had so many now that he couldn’t keep track of them all.

-Brunnhilde and Goll were quick to meet up with him and he seemed to grin when Brunnhilde praised him, “I knew you were strong, but I had no idea you were capable of doing something like that!”

-He just laughed like he was an old man or a mentor, lightly teasing them, “Fu-fu-fu, that’s why you should never underestimate your opponent! Now Brun-chan~ you mentioned something about a feast if I won?”

-She held her arm out to show him the way, “Yes, we have prepared a feast of Japanese cuisine for you to enjoy.

-Rimuru leapt up high in glee, “Whoo-hoo!! Let’s go!!”

[moonlightazriel]

Love is on the radio /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: He was deeply in love with her, and he was ready to take their relationship to the next level.

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Word Count: 2K

Notes: I keep forgetting this song exists, but i love it so much.

Song week

Main Masterlist

I was alone and my stomach Was twisted But I can get up now The dark clouds have lifted

She giggled, the sound reaching his ears, she was hidden behind a chair while Nyx aimed at her with his little bow, the toy a gift from his aunt Elain, she purposefully got up, saying out loud how she would walk freely since Nyx wasn’t there to shoot her, the toddler got up, his bow in hands as he stretched the line, the arrow flying across the room and landing on her forehead, she gasped loudly, falling dramatically on her knees and laying flat on the floor, she let her head fall limply on the ground, her pink tongue poking from her mouth while she played dead.

Nyx ran to her, his little fingers touching her cheek, distracted as he studied her “dead” body, she lifted one of her hands, grabbing him from behind, she quickly got up, bringing Nyx with her, she spun him around and the baby laughed, his happy screeches making everyone look at the scene, Azriel’s eyes were already glued to his girlfriend, watching the two playing closely as he made conversation.

Azriel craved love, ever since he could remember, he kept searching for it until he didn’t have the strength to keep going, that’s when the Mother and the Cauldron, on an act of kindness, made Y/N for him, she wasn’t his mate, at least he didn’t had the confirmation yet, but no one was perfect for him like she was. She was his opposite and his equal in every aspect, whether he was darkness, she was the most brilliant light he has ever seen, whether he was quiet and introvert, she did all the talking for them, she would also sit in silence with him for hours if that’s what he wanted, just because she enjoyed spending time with him.

He didn’t know what he had done to deserve someone like her, sometimes he would think that he was unworthy of her, but he tried to push theses thoughts aside, he wouldn’t allow himself to destroy such a beautiful thing he had with her, she understood him, she didn’t judge him by his past, she would say to him that sometimes “Good people have to do bad things to survive.” and that she didn’t loved him any less because of his past.

It was like a weight was lifted from his shoulders the moment their eyes met for the first time, she worked as a blacksmith, one of the bests in Velaris and one of the very few women that worked on this profession, he needed a new blade when her shop caught his attention, he didn’t expected to see a beautiful female hammering a sword in the back of the shop, he watched her until she felt his presence, removing her glasses and landing her pretty eyes on him, he never felt his heart beating so fast and it was in that moment he knew he was doomed to follow this woman until the end of times.

Back in the old life Before you existed I couldn't see right My windows were misted

“Y/N is so good with kids.” Feyre said, as she watched her son having the time of his life while the female played with him, the inner circle was immediately welcoming to her, she was such a great person, so respectful with everything that it was impossible not liking her, and the fact that she made the shadowsinger smile so easily? The inner circle was thrilled to have her around.

“Yeah, soooo good. I bet she would be a really good mother.” Rhysand said, looking at Azriel and Feyre rolled her eyes at her mate, whispering to him to leave Az alone.

“Who would be a good mother?” Her soft voice sounded behind Rhys, he looked behind, stepping to the side, allowing her to reach Azriel.

“You.” Rhysand simply said, like he was commenting on the weather, and Azriel frowned, annoyed with his brother, they talked about having kids in one of their late night conversations, but they have been together for only two years, they wanted to travel, experience things, do things before they settled down and started to build their family. Azriel wanted to marry her, he dreamed about seeing her in a white dress, walking down the aisle and becoming his forever. He didn’t wanted her to feel pressured by his family into having kids.

“Oh, that’s obvious, the kids absolutely love me, I haven’t met a kid that doesn’t like me.” She bragged and Azriel breathed relieved, of course she would have something to say and shut Rhysand’s big mouth, he burst out laughing saying that he liked her really much and how funny she was.

“Don’t mind my brother, please.” He said, and she turned to him, looking at him in the eyes, her eyes held so much love and adoration for him, he always looked at them, finding all the comfort he needed after a bad day.

“I like him, and we will only have kids once we are ready, no one can force this on us.” She reassured him and he nodded, giving her a quick kiss. “I love you Azriel.”

“I love you too, so much, and I’ll never get tired of saying this to you.” She smiled and her cheeks immediately got tainted red, Azriel held her closer, she was so beautiful. She was easy to talk to, to be around, she was everything to him.

Now that I've found you My heart's beating faster We could be happy Forever and after

They were by her shop today, at this point, the costumers were used to seeing the spymaster siting behind the counter, a book in hands while they talked. He watched her, how she walked around interacting with everyone around them, she always had a opinion to voice or a kind word to share, he liked to watch her work, how she dealt with costumers and how she would put so much effort into her forging.

She was leaned on the counter, a pencil hanging in between her fingers while she talked to a client, she drew something quickly, a sketch, and showed it to the male in front of her, he smiled saying that this was exactly what he had imagined and giving her the thumbs up to start working on the weapon.

“How do you do it?” Azriel asked as the man left and she searched through her materials for the right steel to make the blade.

“Do what honey?”

“Turn these twisted steel into a beautiful sword? You’re so talented.” She turned her sweaty head to him, a smile on her lips as she blushed with his praising, he would always randomly compliment her, leaving her a blushing mess and shyly smiling at him.

“Put this book down and come here.” She said, grabbing the appliances for him to protect himself from the heat, he did as she told, and she grabbed another piece of steel, handing to him. “Now just do what I do.” She held her piece in the fire, until it was a bright red color, she moved to another station, starting to hammer the steel until it was flat enough. Azriel tried to do the same, but the missed the hammer a couple of times, hitting his thumb in the process. By the end of the day, she had a beautiful obsidian blade, sharp enough to cut air, Azriel’s one was rough, it was too thick and barely cut a piece of bread.

“Not bad Az, the first blade I ever did, I held the steel in the flames for so long that it melted.” Azriel giggled, he was covered in sweat, and his arms felt heavy from the strength it took to be hammering all day, he admired her genuinely, she was so strong, it was awesome.

“I would be the worst blacksmith ever.” He pontited and she turned to him, the round shape of the glasses marking her face.

“As I would be a terrible spy, could never be as quiet as you.” She walked to him, her arms pulling him closer.

“Yeah, we both know that you just can’t stop talking.” Azriel teased and she opened her mouth, faking being offended, hitting his shoulder playfully and kissing him. When they pulled apart, his chest was so filled with love that he thought it was going to explode, he couldn’t never let this woman go, he knew what he had to do.

We could be married Like Mrs. and Mr. We'll have a son And we'll give him a sister

He rubbed the red velvet box again, soothing the anxiety that rushed thru his body, she was a little bit late, but he knew she was probably caught up with so much work, he drank his wine and tapped his fingers on the table. His shadows sneaked up his arm, pooling at his hand, he rose an eyebrow at their odd behavior.

“Az I’m so sorry!” Her voice sounded from behind him, and he turned around, she looked stunning, a black dress hugging her body and little no makeup on her pretty face, he got up, shoving the box in his pocket discreetly, pulling her in for a kiss. “A client came on closing time and didn’t stop talking, I apologize for being late honey.”

“Don’t worry about that, we have the whole night to enjoy.” He squeezed her hand reassuring her and she smiled.

They talked, for hours and hours, about their day, about life, about everything and nothing, he felt lighter with her, he would always feel like he shouldn’t interact so he wouldn’t scare people away, but with her, he couldn’t keep his mouth from spilling words after words, and it was such a good feeling that he was able to speak his mind freely with someone.

He knew he didn’t want to do something big, and she didn’t want that either, so at some point in the night, his right hand reached for hers and his left one reached for his pocket, pulling the box out, he held it against his thigh for a while, slowly sliding it through the table as she was distracted talking.

The rambling stopped, and her hand fell on his, and when he looked at her, she had tears falling down her face, her mouth was open and her hand was covering her shock, she looked at the ring, a silver ring with a giant cobalt stone, adorned with smaller diamond ones, matching his siphons.

“Yes.” She whispered and he grabbed her hand, removing the ring from the box and gently placing it on her finger, the ring fit her perfectly like it was always meant to be there, and Azriel felt like the happiest male alive.

Just one thing holding us together A four letter word and it lasts forever

“Calm down Az, you’re sweating.” Cassian said, patting on his brother’s shoulder as Azriel fixed his tie one again, he went completely still as the soft music and Gwyn’s voice filled the open field, the melody making the atmosphere more magical, Nyx appeared in a little suit, throwing flowers around, she stepped behind him, wearing a beautiful floor length dress, it wasn’t the classical white color but it complimented her skin the same way, she looked like an angel.

Azriel couldn’t keep his eyes away from her, she was the most beautiful female that has ever walked this earth and he was the lucky fool to have her as his, his now to be wife. He was shaking and she shyly kept looking at him while she walked towards him. He grabbed her hand and help her stand in front of the priestess that was going to make the ceremony official.

“You still can run away.” He joked and she looked at him dead in the eye.

“I would never run away from you. I love you.” She was glowing, an ethereal light covering her whole body like a halo, no one ever saw the Shadowsinger smiling so much, they listened and followed the priestess orders and as he was sliding her ring into the right hand, she glowed brighter, and Azriel felt a pull in his chest, the guests went quiet and it was like they were the only ones there. His shadows started chanting the word “mate!” over and over.

“Do you accept Azriel as your husband?” The priestess asked.

“I do, my mate!”

[moonstruckdraws]

Luci Interacts Pt 2

technically it's the next day so technically I'm allowed to draw so- yeah I'll stop making excuses, I was so sooo bored

So! This is how Luci interacts with the Mad Dogz (there's a lot of reading, so just a heads up)

Luci: sigh "I hate how much you get me." Raph: "Ha ha! Really? Glad we can relate to each other."

When Luci first saw Raph, she thought he was so badass and be cool and spunky. Needless to say that she was immediately disappointed when she learned that he was a more of a softie, and she kind of dismissed any interactions with him. That is until she goes to their lair for the first time and sees his room and her eyes go to his stuffed toy collection. Raph would ramble on and on about them, and Luci would get invested. Luci doesn't fully understand the appeal, but when he gifts her a plush, she finds it oddly comforting and is always somewhere within her reach when she goes to bed. Their relationship expanded from there with Raph's room becoming another one of her safe spaces. Luci and Raph would relate with each other's anger issues (someone clearly having it much worse) and he would be one of the only people she'd talk about some of her issues with. Raph even shows her methods to deal with her short temper, which doesn't really work but the effort is what counts. Their bond is close but they don't do much aside from these small therapeutic talks in Raph's room. They have small talk, but don't have that much in common.

"I find Raph to be kind, and not in the suspicious way like that Beaver, and compassionate. He's a good friend to have and his fiery spirit to fighting makes him even cooler! I gotta have him teach me some moves. Maybe I can kick that trash eater's *** if I do. Speaking of him, the big guy loses some points for being all buddy buddy with the trash eater. Though knowing him.. it can't be helped so.. I don't hold it against him harshly."

Luci: "We're definitely killing this guy, right?" Donnie: "Oh we are going to ANNIHILATE them, my friend."

Luci is the closets with Donnie! She finds his sarcasm very charming and his sass being on the same level as hers. These two would verbally destroy ANYONE if they stood in the way (they're the mean girls). When they first met, Luci wasn't interested in him at all since he kept to himself. It was only when she meets S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N for the first time that she gets interested in what Donnie actually does. Luci is very interested in Donnie's tech, in contrast to Pico, mainly because of the lights. She also finds the sounds that they make to be quite pleasant. Luci zones out at everything Donnie says until she tells him to shut up; but if it's any kind of math, she's immediately invested and will assist in any equations Donnie is working on for projects. Her working in the junkyard, when it came to repossessing cars, she's actually a bit handy with tools. She's no expert but she can get things running, even if only barely, so she helps with what she can with building Donnie's inventions. Aside from them bonding over tinkering, they also watch tv shows together, mostly sci-fi related or specific dramas. Luci likes how Donnie is also straight forward like Repo and appreciates people like this because their simpler to understand. Adding the fact that Donnie is a terrible liar, she can read his ques even easier because she's still trying to understand them since being mutated. He's also the most helpful to her when overwhelmed from the blaring lights and constant noise of New York.

"Dee is pretty cool, ignoring his terrible music tastes. He's a bit talkative on things I don't understand, but his passion has my respect. His lab is the most interesting thing with all those robo things. I like tinkering with things in there, mainly big shelves he neglects to bolt correctly, so I tighten or loosen them so they're actually stable. Who knew a genius like him could forget the damn basics with simple things. I try to stay away from any of his bigger projects though.. the engines can be very loud.. And I hate to say it, but I understand the trash eater's point with robots. They don't gotta be everywhere doin' everythin' but they are handy. I like assembling them more then the end results and functions of 'em."

Leo: "Okay okay, you're gonna love this next joke" Luci: "Pff- please no more! They're so bad!" Luci: "LEOOOOOO YOU MOTHERF-"

Luci and Leo have a weird dynamic. One moment, they could be chill and cool and the next, Luci will want to rip Leo's head off. Luci likes Leo's sass and sharp wits and actually finds some of his jokes funny, though she doesn't do more than snort at them. Luci instantly liked Leo with his charisma, but finds him to be annoying. For a long time they would only be sassy with one another and their relationship wouldn't grow until Leo catches Luci watching tv, specifically a dramatic romance (for a reason I'll elaborate on another time). Leo would instantly be invested and the two of them would watch romances, dramas, and reality tv shows together. This grows them closer, but Leo's mischievous side screws with Luci a bit. Luci doesn't understand the concept of pranks as a way of messing with someone in a lighthearted way and instead sees it as an insult. Everytime Leo pranks her, she will literally hunt him down and attack him. She forgives him at the end of the day, but her lack of understanding and Leo's inability to not mess with someone, leaves their relationship stuck in this wishy-washy state of being good friends to awkward acquaintances.

"I like Leo, I really do but.. I just don't get 'im sometimes. He's the most fun to hang out with, but then he does things that make me angry and it's supposed to be treated as not a big deal. I've seen his brothers act the same way as I do at his antics, but we always seem distant by the end of it.. it's so confusing, honestly. Why are people so confusing? It makes me wonder why I should have friends at all sometimes. But then again, I know they have my back so.. clearly it's not all confusing, right?"

Mikey: "Hey Luci! How've you been? Still trying to fully tame Mrs. Nubbins and stuff..?" Luci: "Hm? Oh, yeah I guess."

Luci is indifferent towards Mikey. At first, Luci was untrusting towards Mikey as his brightness reminded her of Todd's kindness. She avoided him the most out of all the brothers, and their relationship took the longest to develop. But she'd notice all the drawings on the wall or the fridge and get sucked in by the splashes of colors. She finds out it's Mikey by catching him draw at one point. She'd observe from a distance before it became their little activity for Mikey to draw and Luci to just watch. It was a comfortable silence for them, and Mikey would be cheerful that they'd be growing closer. That is until the "Nothing But Truffle" episode when Mikey ditches Todd for Meat Sweats. Luci is aware that Mikey is a major fan of Meat Sweats and understood his desire to be friends with him; she even understood him leaving Todd to hang out with him. The problem was that, despite not liking Todd, she didn't like Mikey's actions. She didn't understand how he could easily cast away someone he considered a friend for a person they didn't even really know, instead idolized. This kind of broke their relationship as Luci started getting confused again. She wondered if Mikey would do the same thing to her, thinking a bit selfishly but its justified in this case. She gains a bit of sympathy for Pico when she sees his clear distaste towards Mikey's actions. As it stands now, they don't hang out unless someone else is present, and even then Luci won't initiate conversations. Luci is stuck on whether she can trust Mikey and wanting to at the same time. The situation is very confusing to her, so she acts like how she did when they first met, dismissive. (Mikey just cannot win, can he?)

"My thoughts on Mikey..? He's.. he's artistic, very talented in that. He's spunky and bright, I guess. And he's... I don't want to answer this anymore."

[thequeenofsastiel]

ANOTHER thing I like about Big Dragon is the fact that Yai and Mangkorn are both clearly experienced in BDSM. With Yai we've seen direct proof in the fact that he owns kink paraphernalia and has a play partner. With Mangkorn it's less immediately obvious without personal kink experience, but there are several things that tell me he's far from new to it. First, he was able to use Yai's toys even while heavily intoxicated, suggesting that he's used kink implements before. Second, he sought out consent in the bathroom. Consent culture is a thing that's specifically a big deal in the kink scene, as I've mentioned before. The more experienced someone is, the more likely they are to be aware of the importance of it. Third, he didn't show an ounce of hesitation or uncertainty in the bathroom. The moment Yai apologized to him, he knew that Yai had started to feel submissive and would be amenable to playing. Mangkorn established honorifics right away, setting the stage for the scene, also something that you're more likely to know is necessary if you're experienced. And again, within the scene there was no hesitation or uncertainty. Not allowing Yai to speak unless spoken to, giving Yai directions one by one so that it's not remotely difficult to follow them...he's done this before.

I love this because being experienced in kink makes it so much easier to enjoy each other. To know how to have fun and how to be safe. They both know what they want and what they're looking for, which is another reason they were able to recognize their compatibility after less than three minutes of play.

Ahhh this show is destroying my mind

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Chapter 2: Call Out My Name

It was not a day as any other up on the Mount Olympus, for a unrest took over the Gods, especially their leader, Zeus, who seemed to most affected by the news given by the dreadful Sisters of Fate. Their audacity truly knows no bounds and can move even the most powerful God. He was given a prophecy unlike any other - That there will be a child unlike any other before, a child born with him as a father - A child strong enough that would be able to overthrow his rule, and destroy him, and all the Pantheon living in Olympus.

Thus, something dreadful must be done. The Gods must kill a child.

As always, the selfishness of these omnipotent being did not surprise the Goddess of Nature in the least, thus, she preferred to completely dismiss these rumours and remain in her forest, taking care of the fauna and flora. She was content, having Hermes by her side, and it was a sort of peace that she had never achieved since the moment she was brought into this life. Whether it be temporary bliss or not, she was fine with it.

Until... She heard the title given to the child of the prophecy - It was not enough to know that he was a child of Zeus, for he had many, but there was more.

The Child was the Marked Warrior.

The very Marked Warrior that was destined to be her lover, some day, though his fate was severely altered by those wretches who enjoy toying with people. But there was nothing she could do, for Zeus sent Athena and Ares themselves to wreak havoc down, in Sparta, and terminate the Child's life... And what could a Healing Goddess achieve by attempting to fight against the two most renowned Gods of War? She would only become a broken shell of herself. Still, she could not abandon the poor Child, whose fate became destroyed, because of her own impatience. The Sisters were right, should she not have been so entitled and pitiful, this person would have lived a good life... And now...

Looking down at the mortal world, she could see Sparta already plunged in chaos and engulfed in flames, with Ares and Athena massacring so many innocent people, who needn't be killed, for their own vanity. Though she had always found Ares to be incredibly despicable and unlikeable, Athena was far worse. She was arrogant and selfish, and she never liked her. Worse, they were Zeus's favourite children, and it showed.

The human world now looked akin to the deepest parts of the pits of Tartarus, full of despair, everything in ruins, people either running away, shrieking in fear, or fighting, and dying at the merciless hands of those awful Gods that killed anything that they were afraid of. How very pathetic, Katrina thought, as she immediately descended towards the mortal realm and ran towards the bigger commotions, using her powers to try and put out the flames, creating blankets of grass and moss on the ground, hoping it will not be destroyed, to allow the injured to heal. Veins and plants would spurt from the greenland she'd create with each step she'd take, and they would try to hold up the shambling buildings and saving any poor soul that may have been in danger.

By the time she arrived at the fated scene, Ares and Athena had already captured the poor child, struggling and writhing to worm his way out of his grip, calling out for his brother. Kratos. The child let out a war cry and lunged at the God of War with a spear in his hand, but was ultimately swatted away with ease, like a flying pest.

"Enough, Ares! You came here to capture the child of the prophecy! That boy has nothing to do with you! Have you not wrecked enough havoc already?! Are you truly this incorrigible?!" Katrina yelled at him, running to stand protectively in front of the young boy that was now pitifully laying underneath the boards of the house he destroyed. She could hear his weak voice, calling out for his captured brother, Deimos. "Our sister is right. We have accomplished our task. Let us return, now. We still have a lot of work to do." Athena, for once, seemed to agree with her red haired sister, though she spared her no look, instead, choosing to only glare at her brother. "You see so little of what is true. Katrina, step aside, now!" though he took up his weapon in his other hand, the Goddess stood tall, her long, red hair flying around her menacingly, and her green eyes were shining like wildfire. It was not often when they would see the peaceful Goddess this angry, and for once, Ares smirked, pleased at the picture before him. He lived for this kind of rage. He could get drunk on the rage that was bubbling inside of her. "We will meet again soon, sister. And then, you will see, that my words were true." thus, the two turned around and galloped away, leaving the Goddess alone. With a sigh of relief, Katrina swiftly turned around and knelt to the ground, using vines to uplift the heavy wood fallen on the young boy, and once he was trapped no more, she reached out her arms towards him and dragged him out, holding him into a tight embrace. "Fear not, young one. I will protect you. I will not allow anything to harm you any more." her voice was so soft and soothing, that Kratos could feel his body and mind melting into her arms. "Rest now, and I shall heal your wounds. Once you wake up, should you need me again, just call out my name, and I will see to it, one way or another." it was a vow that Kratos knew, she would never break. "Train hard, and conquer everything in your path. You are destined to become the greatest warrior that Sparta ever had. You can succeed in anything you dream." though this was the prophecy for the Marked Warrior, perhaps, with him gone, his brother could take over his work. With his last bit of strength, the young boy pulled away from him, and looked into her eyes. Once he did, he found himself lost completely, and a weird sensation started surging through his veins, as if electrocuted. He couldn't understand what was going on, but he felt trapped in her emerald world, yet for some unknown reason, he had no wish of escaping. "What is your name?"

Her name was going to remain embroidered into his mind, for the rest of his life.

Katrina.

Kratos could feel his mind slipping away, and he fell unconscious in the woman's arms, as she hummed a sweet melody. His fatigueness disappeared, and he had the most restful sleep in his entire life. In honour of his brother, he got a tattoo that would resemble the birth mark he dorned on his face, and eventually, he would conquer every trial presented his way, without fail. Not once, did he call out that Goddess's name, as he wanted all of his achievements to be done by his own hand, yet with her prophecy in mind, he did strive to become the greatest and strongest there was, catching the eye of many of his peers and leaders.

Eventually, he would even fall in love with a beautiful woman that was like no other. A beautiful woman named Lysandra, that was able to calm the tides of rage that clouded his mind, and bring him the peace that he needed. She had become his safe and loving solace, and his life could only get better, once the woman became pregnant and gave birth to their sweet baby girl, Calliope.

Though Katrina could only watch with a burning ache, she only wished happiness and bliss for the happy family. Once the child was born, she even put a beautiful pink flower in her hair, and blessed her to have a successful, healthy and happy life. She even created a baby fox for the girl to play with, and to protect her, in need. Everything was going well... That is, until the dirty hands of the God of War started create misfortune for the Spartan General, and thus, created such an awful skin disease, that, given the Spartan Law, would make them forsake and kill their child, for being too weak.

For the first time, Kratos called out that name he heard when he was a mere child.

Katrina.

And she appeared before him, as he was cradling his child dearly in his arms. His face looked distraught, while his wife was trying to stay strong for both herself, and her husband. The Goddess took the child into her arms and used her powers to cure her... Yet nothing changed. Realization washed over her, and she could only sigh and look away.

"Kratos, have you ever heard of the Ambrosia fruit?" she asked, looking with pity at the small child in her arms. "Is it not said that Gods drink Ambrosia fruit every day, to remain immortal and powerful?" Lysandra asked, shock taking over her, at the mention of said fruit. "Yes, that is exactly right. This is not just a mere disease of the human realm, that I can cure with ease. This was made by a God, and can only be cured by the Gods' greatest cure there is." she explained, dreading to see the pained look on the parents' faces. "But why would the Gods want to curse our dear Calliope? What has she done wrong? Or are they trying to curse us, by harming her?" Kratos remained silent, while only his wife spoke. "They are not cursing you... They are challenging Kratos." the Goddess passed the child to her mother, who sat down on the bed, and the fox went to snuggle to her side. "Challenge... Me?" the man furrowed his brows in confusion. "Remember your childhood? Ares wanted to kill you, but I and Athena opposed. Long ago, Gods would cast plagues on great Heroes' families and villages, as motivation for them to start a quest and retrieve the Ambrosia fruit. Many Gods cursed many people dear to the Heroes just for their sick means of entertainment..." she shook her head, as a means to stop saying any more bad things. "Kratos, you must go and retrieve the Ambrosia fruit from Asclepius's Temple. It is the only way to save sweet Calliope. Here, take this. It is Apollo's Flame. It has the ability to guide you to the Temple... But bear in mind, it will not protect you from what you may encounter. Your own kin will turn against you. Barbarians, foreigners... Maybe even monsters. I do not know, yet the Gods have a sick, twisted sense of humour. You must make haste, Kratos. I can give you no guarantee as to how long she has." she explained, putting her arms on his shoulders and squeezing tightly. The Sisters of Fate truly were the most disgusting beings for allowing such foolishness to take place. "Will you stay here and protect my family?" the man asked, pained and worried for his two beloved girls. "Of course. Worry not, I will not let anyone pass the law before you return. What Ares and Athena did years ago... I am capable of doing the same, need be. Though, I hope my negotiation skills will work in my favour." she reassured, and in that instant, she was engulfed into a suffocating hug, akin to that which she offered him, during his childhood. "Thank you." he said, before releasing her. He knelt in front of his wife and kissed his child on the forehead, before he did the same to Lysandra. "I will return victorious. I will save Calliope no matter what." the display was bittersweet, and once more, Katrina internally swore to protect his family.

Through their waiting, the Goddess did various spells to keep the newborn child in good shape, as much as possible, and when the army came over to retrieve and kill the child, she retaliated, and promised to wreak havoc to Sparta , once again. The fear of Gods was greater than anything, for mortals. However, when the King himself came over, she negotiated that, should the Ambrosia juice work, he would have the last sip - Of course, what greedy king wouldn't agree to having Godly powers? Ha. Fool, Katrina thought. That sip would aid him for nothing.

Often, in her grief, Lysandra would ask the Goddess "What if he does not return? What if he gets killed during the war waged by the Gods?" she would repeat every day and every night, and the Goddess would reassure her. "Worry not, Lysandra, for Kratos would even crawl out from the pits of Tartarus, for you and sweet Calliope. Just have patience, and you will be happy again, together. All three of you." Katrina then conjured another pink flower and put it into the woman's hair, so she would match her dear daughter. After all, the Goddess was bound by an oath to the man, and could feel his life energy surging through her veins.

Thankfully, the painfully long waiting bare fruit, and Kratos returned, as promised, with the cure for his little girl. Once the little one drank the juice, the skin disease immediately vanished, and with that, so did the parents' worry. They celebrated eagerly, holding each other with so much love, while the Goddess could only watch with a smile, and a shattered heart. Though she could not be with her true beloved, at least he Marked Warrior's brother should be happy, despite the hardships.

For his success, Kratos was given the title of Spartan General and was allowed to lead the Army towards many more victories, one after another, without fail, and his legend would follow throughout the land. But that was not for long, as the new General had to fight an army of Barbarians, and he was defeated. Once he realised his life was going to be ended, just like that, he called out to the skies, striking a deal with Ares - A life of servitude, in return of destroying the Barbarian army.

Katrina could not believe her eyes once she took note of what was happening down in the mortal real - How could he be so stupid and pledge his life for such a fickle God? The Barbarian army was defeated, but what of his future? What of his family? Did he not realise how dangerous an implication that would prove?

The hoards of Barbarians were dead with a single swoop, and Kratos's life was now another's. Ares would have his arms be seared tight, with the chains tied to the Blades of Chaos. This meant the beginning of a new chapter in the General's life, as now, he had to abide to His every rule, and travel from land to land, spreading war and death... But he was not realising, he was swiftly succumbing to his rage and anger, and was losing his grip on reality. No matter what the Goddess tried, there was no taking him back. Ares's grip on him was too powerful, and only his demise would liberate the Spartan.

Not even Lysandra, or young Calliope were able to wake him up to reality, for he was too far gone. That is, until his last pillage, where he encountered an Oracle that warned him against massacring the remaining villagers from the Temple of Athena... Yet, of course, the blinded warrior heeded not her call, and went on ahead, shedding innocent blood without a single care in the world.

Until he looked down at his last two victims. Two victims, that were supposed to be back in Sparta, not there. WHY were they there? It made no sense. Was this a delusion? A fake? A nightmare? Or perhaps, he was dead, and forced to live his greatest fears?

He called out Katrina's name, begging her to save them - Perhaps they were still hanging on to a thread of life? But the forlorn expression painted on her face made it clear, there was no hope for the two. "A deal with Ares means you are his, and his alone. Anyone else is a burden, and takes away from you being his perfect warrior puppet." as he cradled his wife's lifeless body, Katrina held Calliope. "Perhaps... Being such an innocent and kind child, she will find her way towards Elysium... And be with all the other children that were taken from this world prematurely." she sighed, caressing her bloodied face. "Have have I done... Why... They were supposed to be back home..." Kratos's pitiful mourning meant nothing to the God of War. "Gods are selfish, Kratos. They never wish true happiness for mortals, unless it benefits them. You happiness was only a hindrance for him, so he took it away." she explained, though in that instance, the God's voice boomed through the ruined temple, revealing that it was him who planted his family in the village, believing that, should he kill them, his heart would harden and he would become the ultimate warrior.

She helped the man cremate their bodies, yet the Oracle was disgusted with his deed, and cursed him, to have his family's ashes bound to his skin, and would become known throughout the land, as the Ghost of Sparta, and every night from that point onwards, he would have nightmares of what he had done. Thus, the Great Spartan General was finally defeated. Driven mad, tortured and uncertain of his surroundings, the warrior found himself captured like a fly in the web of the Furies, as he tried to sever his contract with the God.

His pain, however, was far too great, and with that, his rage grew, and not even the Furies could hold him away from his vengeance. In a moment of hesitation, Kratos was able to escape their bounds, and killed them, thus severing away his ties with the God of War. Perhaps, now it was time to become a Champion of the Gods. Perhaps, it was time to have their favour sway his way, for once.

For five years, Kratos would serve the Gods, performing heroic deeds in their name, to gain favour, until the day that he watched the Sun fall down from the skies, and looking for answers, it was not the Goddess he was so familiar with, but her sister, the Goddess of Wisdom, that would give him the information, so that he could complete the task at hand - Rescue Helios. He had been kidnapped by the God of Dreams, Morpheus, who wanted to plunge Olympus into eternal slumber that would bind both men and Gods. Soon, all will succumb to the black grip of Morpheus.

Through many struggles and discoveries, he ended up going further into the Underworld, only to hear a melody that would haunt all of his dreams.  It was a sweet melody that she created, all by herself, the day that Kratos carved the flute for her and the Goddess imbued it with her magic, so that whenever she sang, flowers would bloom and small critters would come along and surround her. Upon seeing her form for the first time in so many long and painful years, he noticed at her feet, the fox was still guarding her, even after death.

In a rush, Kratos jumped off his boat and started chasing after his little girl, calling out her name desperately, only to be met with the Goddess Persephone. Being able to sense his genuine grief, she proposed the idea of a gift, of sorts. If the Spartan is willing to sacrifice his power and weapon, then she will allow him to be reunited with Calliope, in Elysium. An offer, that the father took without a second to spare.

But no gift is ever without a greater price to pay.

As Kratos ends up in the lush gardens of Elysium, he falls to his knees in front of his sweet daughter and embraces her dearly. As soon as he saw her, he realised, that all that he worked for, all that he ever wanted, was finally, within his reach. Years of service to the Gods had not delivered him from his pain, never had it eased the burden of his past... But now, Calliope was found. He cared little that the world was going to suffer - What about all the suffering that HE endured, all this time? He deserved to have a little bit of solace, after going through such torture. He deserved to be selfish and take what he wants.

"Father! Why did you go?!" the girl scolded him, patting at his chest, as if to punish him for being away so long. "I am here now, child, and I will not leave you again." he reassured the young girl, who although smiling, was still pouty and would continue to reprimand him. He had to know how much she missed him, of course!

However, he will soon learn once again, that Katrina's warnings had been truthful, and all Gods are selfish and only go about their own desires, without a single care in the world for the mortal realm. "I have watched over you, pathetic mortals, for a thousand years, and it is always the same! Serving yourself before the needs of others has always been your flaw. But no matter, for now, you serve my purpose." how dare she have the audacity to utter such falsehoods, when the Gods, above all, are the most despicable ones? The more she approach them, Calliope would cling onto his leg, burying her face into his torso, afraid of the Goddess of the Underworld and her menacing words. "It is time for all that came before, to end." she said, as she explained the plan she elaborated so cunningly. Liberating the Titan, Atlas, so that he could kidnap Helios and in turn, destroy the pillar that holds the world, bringing perish to Olympus, plunging the world into Chaos once more... And dying, along with everything that exists. All because she wed a man she did not love, and was betrayed by the Gods. Calliope was softly whimpering from what she was hearing. "In your selfish choice to be with your daughter, you have caused her ruin." this realisation dawned on him hard. No matter how much she wished to be reunited with his family, he was doomed for a life of pain. "Elysium falls too, Kratos. She will perish." "No! I will NOT let the Gods take her from me again!" though he tried to leap on her and kill her, he was easily thrown away by a swat of her hand. Concerned, the little one ran to his side, attempting to help him get up from the ground.

The choice was clear to him, yet impossible to make. To stay with his daughter meant the end of the world... And the end of her. To stop Persephone and Atlas, would mean forsaking his daughter... Forever. While his hatred and anger for the Gods grew ever stronger, he knew there was but one thing to do. Unable to even look her way, and trying to tune out her pleadings and cries, Kratos desperately tried to pry his little girl as gently as he could, so that he could find a way to stop Persephone from achieving her goal. He realised that what he had gained in humanity, he lost in power, and he would need to become the monster he once was, if he was to defeat the Goddess of the Underworld. He would need to become the Ghost of Sparta once again. - Thus, he began slaughtering the innocent souls that roamed Elysium's gardens, gaining all that he had given. If he wanted to save his child, he would need to sacrifice his life with her, so that she may live.

At that moment, Kratos knew his destiny was not with Calliope. He could only look away from her sobbing, screaming form that lay on the grass, pitifully calling out for him to return to her. She was lonely, and afraid, and she needed her father back to hold her and protect her. The Fates were never that kind.

Gripping his weapons, he ran away out of Elysium, in pursue of Persephone and Atlas, and upon defeating the Goddess, he heard her say something that would stick with him, forever. "Your suffering will never end, Ghost of Sparta. But if you ever want to blame someone for your grief, blame that Goddess you are so blindly fond of. Perhaps she cursed you, instead of blessing you. Do you not know that one who preaches about others, is often, rotten to the core?" were her dying words.

Still, they meant nothing to him, at the moment, for he was mourning his daughter once more. Once he went down, to face Atlas, carrying the world on his shoulders, chained and doomed forever, he remained quiet - Yet, the Titan, did not. "Perhaps you believe the Olympians will help you. But I ask - Where are your Gods now, Kratos? Why do they not come to your aid?" he challenged him, not only taunting, but planting the seeds of doubt and revenge into his heart. "I do not need the aid of the Gods, Atlas!" the man yelled out at him. "But my path is clear to me. I will serve them, and they WILL keep their promise to free me from my past!" it seemed as though the mortal was trying to convince himself of these words. "I ask you, Spartan - What good is the promise of an Olympian?" this question made Kratos realise, he was powerless, before the Pantheon. "It is all I have, Atlas!" he called out, his voice breaking, almost close to outright crying. "We will meet again, Spartan. The Fates have deemed it. One day, you will regret what you have done here. The Sisters toy with mortals and Olympians alike, Spartan. That Olympian woman who treasures you so had faced their cruelty, she should know better and warn you." were the last words that Atlas addressed to the mortal, yet once again, they referenced the Goddess of Kindness that promised to protect him long ago.

He could not understand though, why were these two warning him about Katrina? What is it about the Fates, and curses?  Surely, if she had cursed him, he would have been long dead - Only they knew how many times he was close to death. And as of cursing his family... Calliope would have been long dead, should she not have told him about the Ambrosia fruit, and given him Apollo's Flame to guide him, so that could not be it. Still, perhaps some day, he would ask her about her involvement with the Sisters of Fate. He needs to have his past erased, and though she told him she does not have such powers, he still hopes that, some day soon, some God will finally liberate him from the shackles of his past.

Kratos now returned back to the mortal realm, a hero, having saved humanity, yet that meant little to him. By forsaking his daughter, he had abandoned the only person he ever cared for, and broke his promise to his wife about protecting them with his life. What he had long sought and finally found, was now, forever lost.

Lost, as all his thoughts, and non-existent, as all the answers that he was seeking for - And for five more years, he would be serving the Gods once more...

Until the fated task of killing the God of War had finally been given.

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[whenthechickencry]

Umineko EP5. Tea Party and ???

The tea party starts by discussing what most magical beings are, starting with the Seven Sisters being cheap souvenirs.... they point out the Chiester Sisters are rifles but not that they are Maria's toys, which is kind of interesting. Dlanor tries to stop Bernkastel from defiling their executions and gets shut down because of Bernkastel's authority,

Bernkastel finally mentions Erika as her daughter after lovebombing her for a while and Erika is happy for like, the first time since her introduction... I always feel really bad for Erika in spite of it all.... narration points out she literally starts shaking at being allowed to call herself a witch.

Lambdadelta walks to Battler's corpse and talks about how disappointed she is. Dlanor just did this as well. Battler has disappointed everyone. Lambdadelta and Bernkastel flirt for a bit and Erika reveals the totally real title of Episode 6: Checkmate of the Golden Witch (ignore than in this version you can see all the titles from the main screen)

I will do the ??? as well since the Tea Party was really short. Beato NOW comes to tell Battler he is a liar and disappointed her, like everyone else by this point... the different voice she uses for I am sorry breaks my heart.

We flashback ad get an extended scene of Dlanor Virgilia Batller discussing the mystery genre more broadly, Battler doesn't like Knox commandments because saying shit isn't even worth investigating is arrogant and limits the genre (and also obviously doesn't like how Erika uses them to shut down theories before they are even looked into) but Dlanor talks about how they are there in order to have the trust in the writer in that the mystery is solvable. The discussion about how humans need assurance that what they are solving is solvable resonates with me..... often I assume I shouldn't even try to fix problems or solutions because I assume I am too dumb to solve them anyway,

So, the red is Beatrice giving Battler the tools he needs to solve her heart, and after enough failings and forcing him to try without much success....

im going to kill you Battler

As we move forward, Battler begins to realize how everyone has been throwing and throwing hints at him and he has been throwing them away, Battler starts making his final theory, his last attempt. With Knox's 1 he realizes everyone after EP1 must not be the culprit. Uses Knox second to realize that all the magic scenes had a deeper meaning in them.

Battler realizes EP3 was easy mode for babies, lol.

Battler's first words at realizing the truth: "Idiot..." Battler realized it was too late for Beato. Battler wasn't able to reach Sayo's heart when it mattered the most.

The game is allowed to continue because of Lambdadelta acknowledges Battler as the new Golden Witch, Lmand might not hand answers but she will help the people truly put in effort and create certainty. Erika feels humiliated by the fact Battler has a higher rank than her now... Battler's role as a Witch is pretty interesting too... he isn't interested in creating a truth so much as in creating enough truths to cast doubt into Erika's theory.... in other words, furthering the Illusion of the Witch. He could deny the Natsuhi theory but that would expose the game and destroy the witch illusion.

The usage of "Demon's script" is pretty interesting haha, still see yourself as the heroine of this story, Bern?

Battler starts putting down the foundations for Battler culprit theory.... Battler putting an insane theory first thing after reaching the truth must have gotten some people really confused. Battler immediately destroys everything Erika has been building up to in a single red.

Battler points out they eren't dead when he yelled, which is true, and then Ronove points out they only need to be dead by the end of the game for the red truths to be valid. Ronove, Gaap, Virgilia and even Dlanor for good measure group up to dunk on Erika.

The Golden Truth.

Jesus Christ.

Erika accepts her role as Detective before Witch.

[garfield420]

(part two here)

god could you imagine being afo's sweet and shy child? he has no idea how he got a child as gentle and soft as you but he is so protective of you because of how kind and naive you are. you've lived an entirely sheltered and pampered childhood with your only real interactions being with doctors, nannies, and home schooling teachers since your dad can't risk anyone tainting and destroying your innocence. you're not even really allowed to watch tv besides from a few select dvds he's permitted you to own, or read books your dad hasn't personally read through to make sure they're perfectly okay for you to read.

to protect you from the hero society he has you locked away and living in mid-end apartments to keep from drawing too much suspicion, so while you're aware of the other children in the complex, they have no clue you existed. not that you mind much anymore, after some time you grew used to the dull ache of loneliness, it was just as natural of an emotion to you as joy and boredom. you wished to quell the loneliness but you couldn't bare the emotions your father would feel, you didn't want to make him unnecessarily upset. so you accepted your loneliness in the same way you accepted your gold-plated cell of a room. you had far more than most other children could ask for, your father always making sure your room was abundant with stuff animals and toys.

while one day in your room staring down from your window you watched a little boy playing with what looked like a toy outside on the bottom floor of the apartments. he looked like he was having so much fun, and surely what you would've given to join him- but even when you were small you thought back to your dad and how he would feel. he always made it abundantly clear you were to never leave the apartment without him explicitly telling you so, he always told you that if you were to leave terrible things would happen to you and he would be very sad. when you were able to speak to him again you asked him if he could buy you a new toy that looked similar to the toy the little boy was playing with, that way it would be just like you were playing with the little boy outside. that way it made you feel so much less alone.

the one day you left your apartment without your dad's permission, you didn't want to but you had to! when you got older your dad let you open windows to let in fresh air (and to get a better look outside, but you didn't tell him that), your bedroom window didn't have a screen protector so you could easily lean out to look down the street below you. your window faced the side of another building and gave a very limited view of the roads to both sides. sometimes on days you were really bored you'd count how many cars of a certain color would drive by. right below your window is an alleyway, since you're on the second floor no one ever really saw you- and even then you always duck away and hide if you saw someone walking by. one day you weren't being careful, it was an honest mistake and you wish you could take it back immediately, but you were holding your favorite stuff animal while you were looking out the window to watch.

you weren't paying attention and next thing you know your stuff animal falls out of your hands and into the alleyway below. you're in a near panic when you see it go down and you have no idea what to do, you consider calling your dad for a moment but it's been radio silent on his end for about a month and a half. you'd be worried about him if this didn't happen before, since he's told you it's usually because his work is demanding him, and you wouldn't want to disturb your poor dad while he's working so hard to take care of you, he told you that you should only worry if groceries are no longer being delivered to the house.

combing through your options of how to rescue your stuffed animal, you come to horrifying conclusion that you have to leave the apartment to get him. normally when this sort of thing would happen when you were younger regarding access to the outside, a nanny was instructed to do those sort of things, but ever since you got older your dad entrusted you to be solely alone without supervision. he relaxed on the locks on the front door and even had you taught on how to open the door when you need to bring groceries in after being delivered! but actually going outside? that was scary, but you knew you had to do it for your stuffed animal, for how much it has supported you it's only right you go save it when it needs you!

you stand before the door separating your prison from the free outdoors, a giant pit sitting in the bottom of your stomach as you feel your heart sinking knowing you're breaking the rules. you have second thoughts, terrified of the idea of father finding out and the ramifications that'll follow, you'd certainly get in trouble and you'd most certainly lose your window privileges. then you remember your stuffed animal and how it provided you comfort when you felt the loneliness the most. you take a large deep breath, and hold it while you slowly and carefully unlock the door as if your father were there to hear you, as if he'd bust you any second. once all the locks have been undone, all your left with is turning the knob. releasing your held breathe, you can feel your heart pound with anticipation. this wasn't the first time you've been outdoors but those times were to grab groceries and packages, nothing quite like this. finally you wrap your hand around the cold metallic knob and give it a turn, opening the door slightly to the outside. you nudge your head through the crack you created to see if there was anybody nearby, and more importantly to make sure no one sees you.

after feeling safe and that the coast is clear, you take the the first daring step out of the apartment. your bare foot makes contact with the cheap outdoor carpeting, something your not new to but feels almost foreign given the situation. finally scrounging the courage you plant your other foot outside of the apartment, fully outside now. you feel a soft breeze blow against your hair and hear the sounds of leaves on trees rustling encompassed by the sounds of tires on cars rolling through the roads. again this wasn't the first time but it felt so different, a new experience that carries as much joy as it does fear, and boy were you terrified. you knee you had to be quick, on account of your father and all of the terrible things you've been warned about in regards to the outside world.

you had to keep reminding yourself that if you don't save your stuffed animal, you may never see them again. taking a deep gulp you close the apartment door, making a click noise as you turn to look down the stairs. you know what stairs are but you've never gone down them before, or atleast not in memory you have. you carefully begin to maneuver down the stairs since now you have officially committed to breaking your poor father's rules. even now you could hear him talk about his disappointment in you and how he expected better from you, it upsets you to even think about it.

you reach the bottom of the stairs and carefully watch for your neighbors, to avoid being caught or hurt by the bad people your father warned you about. feeling sure of yourself that no one was around, you bolt for the alleyway, since you need to be quick as you feel the pressure and anxiety rise in you. you feel the wind brush past your face in an almost new embrace. you've felt wind before but truly nothing like this, you could almost smile as you felt your heart pound and your feet meet the new sensation of concrete. it only lasted for a few moments, but in your mind it felt like an eternity. turning in to the alleyway you stop dead in your tracks like a deer in headlights for what stood before you both frightened and excited you.

before you in the alleyway was a boy who looked about your age holding your stuffed animal. it seemed like he was examining it, holding it by it's stuffed leg. you hadn't ever been up this close with anyone your age before, you've seen people your age in movies and tv shows your dad permitted you to watch, but they're nothing like this. everything you know about boys you've either learned from what your dad has told you, what you've read about, and from what you've seen on tv. none of that could have quite prepared you for this.

from your very very limited experience with interacting with boys, as in this is your first real interaction, you think he's rather nice looking. you're most taken aback by his red eyes, you've never met anyone with eyes as red as his, they looked almost like rubies from where you were standing. you were also taken aback by his blonde hair and how it almost seemed like it defied gravity with its spikes, you remembered having a teacher once having hair similar to that. you have no clue how long you were staring, but clearly you stared for too long since he spoke up.

"oi! quit staring at me like that you fuckin' creep!" he almost snarled at you, still holding your plushed toy. you were snapped out of your trance as you felt your stomach sink, your fear enveloping your chest and your mind. you try to open your mouth to say anything, but some internal invisible force prevents you from doing so as you feel your hands tremble. you could feel his firey red eyes burn holes into you, practically destroying any semblance of confidence left in you.

"you gonna say anything you fuckin' weirdo?!" he barked at you again, as you feel your heart do laps in your chest. you gulped as you stared at the stuffed toy in his hands, and courageously you lifted your hand to point at it, still shaking from the amount of fear in your soul. your mind was racing with thoughts, worried that everything your father said about the outside was true, maybe you were safer inside away from the scary world.

the boy follows where your hand is pointing, leading him straight to the plushed toy he was holding. he holds it up better for you to see before simply asking "this yours?" as you nod hesitantly. you could almost make out a 'tch' noise he made, but you were more so focused on the fact he was approaching you. your body was screaming at you to run away but your feet simply laid firm and flat to the ground exactly like a deer in headlights.

he was right in front of you now, officially making this the closest you've physically ever been to someone your age or someone your father did not explicitly allow to make contact with you. you're prepared for all the horror stories to be true, for your father to be right in everything he's said, and to accept your own curiosity killed you. what you were not prepared for was for the boy to hold out the stuffed toy for you. you're not even fully aware he's handing it to you until he nudges it towards you, not sure if this is a trap or not, but you're happy regardless to get your stuffed animal back. you gently take it from him and hold it tight to your chest to soothe yourself and to protect it. you continue to stare at the boy in a mild state of confusion, not expecting this act of kindness from a stranger from the outside world.

"you're too old to be playin' with those kinds of things anymore y'know," he says bluntly, staring you down again as you feel that fear still wrapped tightly around your stomach. however your father always told you when someone does something good for you, you always say--

"thank you." you said softly as you keep your eyes averted downwards from the boy, squeezing your stuffed animal. he seemed taken aback by you, almost like he had rightfully expected you to run away. you heard him loudly exhale from his nose, as he turned his head away from you.

"yeah whatever, just don't be losing your dumb toys anymore." he said before brushing past you and continuing down the alleyway and onto the street you'd came from. you watched him go in awe, as you had expected him to be just like what your father told you to expect. that's right, your father-

you remember your father and how he'd feel about all this and sprint back to your apartment, passing the boy in a mad dash home. had you looked back you would have saw him watch you intently as you ran, curious as to who you are.

once you made it back to the apartment you locked everything back up immediately, then immediately after falling to sit on the floor and hold your stuffed animal. your heart was still beating fast as you began to feel tears well up in your eyes from the pure adrenaline. you felt the excitement from that being your first time in the free outdoors, then you also felt the fear and shame from breaking one of the ground rules your father had established when you were a child. you felt so mixed about everything, but even through all that you couldn't stop thinking about one thing: the boy with the ruby red eyes.

[grateful-to-my-superiors]

Since the last part got some attention, here's part 2:

It felt weird tongue-bathing a man's feet. I did kiss another man's foot before, as a sign of submission, but this was new. It was borderline gay, on my side at least. A minute or two passed where the only thing I could think about was how repulsed I was by this whole thing, full with questioning my life choices, asking myself if I could have been less pathetic, just a regular family guy, with a loving wife to come home to, have boring sex and just call it a day. I found however that those ideas rapidly evaporated, and my mind magically shifted to focusing on the task on hand. The texture was crazy, the edge of each toe had more angle to it than any other woman I worshipped. I found myself forgetting about what was happening around me, ignoring the fact that my wife was now gagging on this magnificent man's cock, eyes all teared up and drooling all over the place. I found myself only focus on the feet in front of me. For a second I forgot there was a cage on my dick, it just felt like I have a clit that was really aching to be rubbed. I woke up from my reverie with a deep moan from my master, and a louder gag sound, which was enough to know his cum was shooting deep into my wife's throat, and she was taking it like a champ.

His gaze shifted to me a few seconds after. "well well well, it looks like we're not the only ones having fun here" he said speaking to the woman of my life who was kneeling in front of him, all messed up with drool, sweat and cum. Then looking at me "You're not really the kind of slaves I classically enjoy toying with. I know there isn't a trace of manhood left your psyche, but your morphology is just too reminiscent of a male's." He molested my natural man boobs for a second, while I froze in there, not knowing what to do. "You're already halfway there, but you still need some work". With that, he put on a transparent plastic glove and ordered me to kneel on all fours. He produced a small bag that looked like it had coke in it and I was genuinely wondering what was all of this leading to. Then it hit me, I remembered I saw a similar bag once, it was MDMA. We shared a gram once, my wife, a random bull and I, which made me more subservient that night. I remember however we mixed it in a glass of water before we drank it..

A weird sensation in my butt cut through my line of thought. I immediately recognized it as master's finger making its way through my hole. Something felt off however, it felt kinda sandy and it burned. He was shoving fucking MD deep into my butt, and I was meaning. "This will be your daily routine from now on. It has immediate effects of course, which you'll discover shortly, but on the long run it will slowly but surely destroy your testosterone production, while at the same time conditioning your dopamine production to correlate with .. anal action".

Too much science for me, but I got the main idea. This man was set on changing my hormonal equilibrium, not with HRT, not with meds, but just the unhealthiest way possible, and I felt grateful. Suddenly he was done with me, he grabbed my wife, laid her on the bed and started fingering her. With a gesture he motioned me to start licking her simultaneously which I happily did. I licked and licked and licked and I suddenly felt it. My asshole took a life of its own, and it felt like it was opening on itself, while my view of the room radically changed. I was no longer a cuckold husband licking hus queen to orgasm, I was some kind of a female freak, my gaze instantly turning towards master's veiny dick. I was craving it and he noticed. "Not so fast cucky, you still have a long way to go before you're allowed to even touch it, for now however" he said while he flipped my wife to put her in a doggy-style position as he would a toy, "now you're allowed to worship my ass while I fuck this cheap slut you call a wife" .

The night was just starting, I thought to myself through my drug-dazed brain. This was the life I was made for. This was heaven. I was happy