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[faithums]

…cuddling with the jjk men ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳

✎ synopsis: what positions do the jjk men cuddle in (+ my interpretations)

<suggestive> <fluff> <crack>

Inclu. gojo, nanami, megumi, choso, yuji, toji, geto

╰┈➤ gojo satoru

spontaneous embraces are his go to, you never know what he is going to say or do next. but he is always found in the classic spooning position. god knows what he would do without it.

As you lay comfortably in bed, the feeling of warmth of the blankets enveloped you, you sense Gojo’s presence drawing near, his captivating aura filling the room with a heavy tension as he stepped gently toward you. His touch is feather-light as he wraps his toned arms around you from behind, pulling you tight- leaving no room for air- into a soothing embrace.

You arch your back slightly, pressing into his torso and lower back, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His warmth seeps into your skin, creating a sense of security and tranquility. His breath against the nape of your neck sends shivers down your spine as he cupped the flesh of your thighs.

You intertwine your fingers with his, relishing in the simple yet profound connection between the two of you. In this moment there are no words required between the two of you; just silent understanding and subtle affection. It’s a moment of solace, where the world starts to fade away, along with the stress of it all- leaving only the comforting embrace of his presence.

You let out a sigh, a sigh to inform yourself how you can finally relax, knowing he is safe with you and, mostly, how you’re safe with him. He slowly begins to caress your hips, placing his chin into the slopes of your clavicle. You love him silently back by placing your hand atop of his (which is comically large on comparison) and tenderly trace the redness of his knuckles.

The silence as comforting, but all of a sudden this loud, jarring voice creeps up behind you, tainting your hearing: “If I slipped it in would it ruin the mood?” When Gojo tries to initiate anything sexual it all goes south hilariously.

A small wheeze left your lips: “Oh my god. Saturo, you’re unbelievable.” You love him and his stupid little comments, but sometimes this man cannot read the room.

“That’s not a no is it, love.” you could feel him smirk into the back of your neck, his hot breath making you fluster and choke on your words…

╰┈➤ kento nanami

a simple man, into the old time classics. like spooning or having your head on his lap whilst you two discussed the affairs of the fun filled days you’ve had. (p.s. this man is always the big spoon)

In the soft twilight glow, your head finds a gentle perch upon Nanami’s lap, a sanctuary of comfort admits the chaos of this curse ridden world. His relaxing presence blankets you like a protective cloak, shielding you from the tumultuous winds of life’s uncertainties.

As your fingers intertwine with his, it’s as though tune itself acquiesces, allowing this moment of intimacy to stretch into eternity (if only it could…). His touch, like the tender brush of a feather against your skin- despite his notorious ruthless nature- ignites a symphony of sensations that resonate deep with your soul.

With each stroke through your hair, Kento weaves threads of serenity and devotion, his fingers becoming the artisans of ataraxia in this shared sacred space. His heartbeat, a steady rhythm beneath your ear, acts as a comforting lullaby, guiding you into a state of peaceful surrender.

In this intimate cocoon, you’re both the architects and inhabitants of a world where love reigns supreme (despite the havoc which enfolds within your lives on a daily basis). Every whispered word, every gentle touch, is a testament to the profound bond that binds your sensitive hearts together, transcending the boundaries of time and space.

As you rest flush against his lap, enveloped in his warmth, you realise that this moment is not just a pause in time but a glimpse into your boundless futures- a testament to the enduring power of love to transform even the simplest of gestures into moments of sublime perfection.

“I love you Kento,” sleep configured your words to him, spilling your feelings to him for the millionth time, he must be getting fed up of it by now…

But no. He never does: “And I shall love and worship you for eternity, my darling.”

╰┈➤ megumi fushiguro

an affectionate lover when he needs to be. basking in the warmth of your embrace, relishing the moment, as he knows that this can’t last a life time, even though he wishes it could.

As the morning sun filters through the pristine curtains, it’s golden rays dance across the bare skin of you and Megumi, painting the room in a warm, honeyed glow. The gentle caress of sunlight kisses your intertwined forms; illuminating the delicate lines of your entangled limbs. His veiny, toned forearms (stained with an aureate hue) are meticulously wrapped around the flesh of your stomach, as his head rests flush against your chest.

Megumi’s strong, lanky hold you in a wholesome embrace as you cuddle together, radiating a sense of security and amenity. With each gentle touch, his fingers trace soothing patterns on your skin, a silent promise of protection and warmth. The contrast between the rough texture of his palms and the softness of your touch creates a sensation that feels both grounding and intimate, a tangible reminder of the bond you share.

You begin to play with your cute boyfriends fluffy, unruly black hair, eliciting a soft subtle groan of contentment from him, a sense of relaxation and desire washes over you both. Each onyx strand seems to have a mind of its own, curling around your fingers in a hypnotising dance. His groan carries a mixture of pleasure and relief, a testament to the blissful moment you share. With each gentle tug and caress, the tension of the outside world fades away, you become suddenly grateful of the serendipitous acts you both indulge in.

Megumi’s breath quickens, you feel the subtle shift in rhythm between your breathing patterns. The desynchronisation of the beats of your hearts made you less relaxed, the residue stress began to creep back over you.

“Can you match my breathing you’re stressing me out Fushiguro.” You whined, your voice strained with sleep.

“Mno.” He replied with a yawn which rippled against your warm chest, “its too much effort.”

“If you don’t I’ll send screenshots of our text messages to the group chat with Itadori, Kugisaki and Gojo in.” You chuckled to yourself through the ebony wisps of his hair.

“Okay. Fine.”

Even though he was getting sassier day-by-day, the hot smile on your skin was indicative of the inevitable submission of his heart beat would return to its original pace. Slowly transcending reality and entering a realm of bliss and freedom from the things that taint your very existence.

╰┈➤ choso kamo

someone who gets aroused by the little things in life, by cuddling. he’s too sweet, he doesn’t want to disrupt your rest. so he attempts at staying as still as he can before it goes noticed…

In the serene haven of your shared space, the soft glow of dimmed lights bathed the room, casting gentle shadows that danced across the walls. As you and Choso recline on the cosy refuge of the velvety couch, your legs intertwined seamlessly- fitting together leg the final pieces to a ridiculously hard puzzle.

Your fingers seemed to have a subconscious and moved independently to delicately trace the strong, defined contoured of his face, mapping out the creases from where he’s recently laughed uncontrollably. His eyes, riddled with sleep, were trying their hardest to withstand the effects of slumber. His brown pools meet yours with a silent unwavering support. With each small caress you feel the rough texture of his skin beneath your fingertips- earning a soft groan from each touch. A tangible reminder of how much you adore each other. 

His hair spills over his shoulders and down his broad back, it carries an air of untamed elegance, undeterred by his busy life. He cups your cheek, whispering sweet nothing into your ear about how have you permanently altered his life for the better.

As you lifelessly wrap your arms around him, you feel that the world you seem to reside in fades away, leaving only the two of you cocooned in an embrace that feels like coming home. His strong yet gentle arms encircle you, pulling you close so your bodies touch. Flush against his toned chest, you felt small beneath him, vulnerable- in a good way, your hands traced his collarbones, counting the beauty marks on his sternum, which made his own unique constellation.

As you held him close you noticed that he began to subtly shift in his demeanour. He seemed to become tense which is odd as his posture is usually composed, and you can feel the faint tremble of his muscles beneath your touch. His breath, once steady and calm, now comes in irregular busts, betraying the carnality brewing within him.

“Choso. Can you not be hard for once,” you laughed into the crook of his neck. Inhaling his scent, a blend of earthy musk and the faintest hint of spice.

“Sorry Baby,” he whined into your hair, ruffling it with his large hand, “can’t help it… you’re too perfect.” he squeezed the flesh of your ass in response. And smiled knowing he’s safe from judgement in your loving arms, despite the current predicament…

╰┈➤ yuji itadori

this man expects hugs etc of how he is with his personality, he gives 150% each day, and alls he wants in return is to cuddle. but when he shares an embrace with you it isn’t long until he’s fast. asleep.

Your head is slung over his chest, arms wrapped tightly around his torso, scared he will let go. (Even though he would probably be thinking the same.) His pink hair, appears dark in the nights shine, with each rise and fall of his chest- his dreams catch up with him slowly but surely, a blanket of sleep falling and catching him.

The dust particles danced in the air as the moons iridescent rays highlighted them, you watched half lidded as they began their journey to perilously fall to the ground and be trapped forever. It was an interesting thought, but a thought at least.

Your leg was thrown over his, it had become limp as that too had been affected by the night, casting a paralysing spell upon you. You adjust yourself with a contented sigh, moving the leg, seeking even closer contact.

Yuji stirs slightly at the movement, but he doesn’t wake, instead, he instinctively pulls you closer, his arm encasing you protectively. His presence is comforting, and you revel in the feeling of safety and leave that being with him ultimately brings.

Wrapped in each other’s embrace, you drift off into a peaceful sleep, content in the knowledge that you are exactly where you belong- in Yuji’s arms.

It was peaceful, too peaceful. A bird cawed from afar, sending its voice ricocheting toward the open window above us. In response to this, Yuji inevitably flung himself forward, propelling you off his chest dramatically, his fight or flight activated.

“OW.” You shouted at him with a whisper, “Yuji what was that for!”

“Swear that was a curse…” He protested, a small blush creeping its way along his face, to catch him red handed for being too precautious.

“If that was a curse then I’m next in line to the throne of England.” You dismissed jokingly, and pulled him back onto the mattress, attempting to submit to sleep once more.

“It’s not my fault I’m a cautious sleeper! It was ever since that day-,” he rolled his eyes.

“Oh yeah that was hilarious. When Nobara drew that penis on your face with permanent marker. Comedy gold.” You recited from memory with a laugh; for him to quickly ‘shush’ you as he says that can’t be disclosed out loud; because he thinks Sukuna will listen and take the piss out of him in-front of people in a future job interview or something. (Very unrealistic, but that’s Yuji.)

╰┈➤ toji fushiguro

he wants you to be on him, it’s rarely that he wants it the other way around, he enjoys watching your feeble attempt to climb on-top of him- thinks he’s funny. when he’s just a dick.

You were straddled across his lap, laying on his chest, enjoying the warmth emanating from his body as you cuddled together on the couch. The soft glow of the lamp nearby cast a gentle ambiance, enveloping the two of you in an adequate, snug atmosphere.

Toji’s arms (which were of ridiculous size by the way) were holding you tight, keeping you close as if he never wanted to let go. His fingers traced idle patterns down your bare back, sending shivers down your spine in the most delightful way. With your head rest of against his chest, you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a comforting lullaby that eased any worries from your mind.

Lost in the tranquility of the moment, you closed your eyes, savouring the feeling of being so close to him. But just as you were about to drift off into a euphoric slumber, you felt a slight shift beneath you.

Opening your eyes slightly, you saw Toji’s gaze fixated on something on the floor. Following his like of sight, you noticed a glimmer of metal- a coin (with the value of approximately £2) lying forgotten on the carpet.

Confusion flickered across Toji’s face for a moment, before he awkwardly adjusted his position, subtly manoeuvring his foot to nudge the coin closer toward him. It was a comical sight to say the least- the epitome of Toji’s resourcefulness even on the most intimate of moments.

Suppressing a laugh, you watched as he pitifully/finally managed to retrieve it (after what felt like hours of him kicking it further away for him then to scoot more off the couch, and for you to almost fall off it), his expression was a mixture of triumph and amusement.

“Did you just do all of that to end up with…,” you began, trying to stifle your laughter.

“Took me a second there. But moneys money babe. Gotta get it whilst ya’ can.” Toji replied with a grin, the small scar on his lips curling along with his mouth, he held the coin up to the light attractively, as if he’d won the biggest prize at a fair ground.

“I guess every little bit counts, huh old man?” You chuckled, shaking your head in amusement and denial with the fact a grown man spent 10 minutes kicking a coin around with his foot.

“Atta girl,” he said, pocketing the coin with a shrug. “Cant let em’ go to waist ey’,” he declared with a smirk into your hair.

“Guess not,” you sighed into his chest, and he turned his attention back toward you, surrounding you with his arms once more. And despite the brief interruption, you couldn’t help but feel even more enamoured with him, finding his attractiveness in the simplicity of your shared moments- coin and all.



╰┈➤ suguru geto

this may be out of character but i can just imagine geto enjoying the simplicity of a back to back cuddle. he knows you’re there and safe with him- that’s all he asks for. however on some occasions he will completely smother you.

You and Suguru lounged on the bed, with each others backs plush against one another, the feeling of his toned back against yours made you shiver. Suguru enjoyed the simplicity of being together, not much had to happen for him to fall in love with you again as of it was the first time.

Suguru let out a contented sigh, but then a mischievous glint danced in his eyes. “‘member when Gojo tried to make pancakes?”

You burst into laughter at the memory, “How could I forget that shitshow!”

Suguru chuckled, his laughter seeping through his body, making it clear to you as his back vibrated onto yours. “He was so confident, bragging about his secret recipe like an entitled child.”

“And then he proceeded to mix up salt and sugar,” you added, shaking your head. “Poor Itadori was choking for a solid minute, on those stupid pancakes- I’ll still argue to him that they looked like boobs, with how he deliberately placed those blueberries…”

Suguru laughed heartily, moving his arm back so he could knead the plush of your inner thigh, it earned a little squeal from yourself. “And don’t forget the time when he attempted to bake a cake for Nanami’s birthday…”

“The fact that goon forgot the flour. And how he put 100 candles on the cake- I swear Nanami was about to kill him.” You exclaimed, doubling with the giddy feeling, “at the end, the cake was a dense, sugary brick.”

Suguru smiled contently, thinking about the memories which brought him joy as he drew small patterns into your thighs, up-to to your ass. “Not as dense as him.”

Just then, you felt Suguru’s grip tighten around you, his laughter subsiding. “You know you mean the world to me.” He stated. “Life with you is what makes living in this unsanitary shithole so enjoyable.”

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[weoris]

HONEY & COTTON

제이크 headcannon + drabble — soft boyfriend jake! 𐙚 𓈒 ݁ requested soft hours gn!reader , idol au , live-in-boyfriend , established relationship cw. sweat mint-choco popcorn.. skinship kissing playful nicknames coffee six hundred words clickhere!

sim jaeyun as your boyfriend

no matter the time or situation, you’re always on his mind. when he’s feeling down, he reminds himself of your encouraging words and trust in him. when he’s at practice, his members have to deal with his whining about not being able to see you. when he even catches sight of a mere picture of you, it’s like the outside world drowns out — and his whole world becomes you.

Jake whined for the hundredth time in the past 2 hours, making Jay already roll his eyes before he spoke. “Mm~ I miss Y/n..” Jake pouts, resting his head on Jay’s shoulder. “I know you miss Y/n.. we all know you miss Y/n.. but you’re so damn sweaty and clingy- god help me!” Jay replies, pushing his friend’s head off his shoulder.

The latter huffs and pouts even more. “Punk.. Y/n wouldn’t complain about my sweat.” He crosses his arms. “We all are sweating! It’s not even that bad..” Heeseung raises an eyebrow at Jake’s words. He takes a whiff of his wet shirt and gives them both a stubborn look. “Yeah.. ok.. whatever..”

love-deprived jake can be such a clingy mess. when you walk into a room, it’s like his eyes light up. he loves the way your eyes immediately search for him in any room he’s present, which doesn’t last long since he immediately tackles you in a hug.

now that you two live together, he wonders how he could’ve ever lived with 6 other guys when he could’ve been living in paradise with you. there’s not a lot of time spent together because of hectic schedules, but it just makes those moments more special.

“Mmm.. where did you go..” Jake mumbled into your shoulder as he hugged you from behind. his hair and mind still messy and sleepy as he pressed a few gentle pecks against your shoulder like second-nature. “Honey..” you chuckled and brushed his hair with your fingers as your other hand stirred your coffee. “You just woke up..” you hummed at him.

eyes still closed, he gave you another cute smile as he snuggled closer to your back. “I know~ that’s the point.. I can’t sleep without my love..” he giggled as he nuzzled his head into your neck, making you chuckle from the tickling sensation.

and believe me, he’s the biggest drama queen when it comes to his friends. using you like a shield is basically a part of the ‘boyfriend jake kit’, and all of his friends can tell. but he was clever, he knew you were a simp for him and couldn’t say no to whatever he asked for.

As sunghoon continues cursing out Jake, the latter smiles teasingly. “How could you let me lose?? I was this close to winning, you brat!” sunghoon says angrily, rolling his eyes. “Ahh! Y/n, help! Hoon is yelling at me!” Jake playfully teases, holding your arm in front of him as protection while he playfully grins at sunghoon, making you laugh and ruffle his hair.

“Guys.. I can’t buy every one of you different types of popcorn. And no, Sunoo, I’m not making a new type of artisan mint-chocolate popcorn either.” You huff, sighing after all the guys had complained about needing to share the popcorn you had bought from the grocery store. They pouted and muttered apologies. “Hmph.. yea guys, don’t be so selfish.” Jake says in a petty voice, when he himself was the one who strongly insisted on getting his own batch of snacks. You sighed again, but with a smile this time.. you couldn’t help it.. your boyfriend was too adorable..

but something about him, you really could not help it.. he was sweet like honey and as soft as cotton..

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XiNYi 的 🔖 i know it’s over-said, but he’s such a golden retriever, it’s so crazy TT i think he’s just naturally the cutest boy on earth. seeing him act so cute with hee makes me crazy literally !!

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[zeciex]

A Vow of Blood Season 1 Masterlist

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on. This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Updates every Friday: A work in progress

AO3

Chapter 1: A prophecy foretold Chapter 2: Fireflies and Funerals Chapter 3: A debt made Chapter 4: The Arrival Chapter 5: The girl who leaves, the Woman whom returns Chapter 6: The unholiness of burning Chapter 7: Gossip and Needlepoint Chapter 8: Schemes and Artisans Chapter 9: The Feast Chapter 10: Beware the Blood Red Roses Thorns

Chapter 11: Words of a Scandal Chapter 12: The Whore that Lies Chapter 13: On Your Knees Chapter 14: From the Shadows Chapter 15: White Poppies Chapter 16: The Tourney; The Joust Chapter 17: The Tourney; The Melee Chapter 18: Ruination Chapter 19: Tea & Charity

Chapter 20: Sympathies for Maegor the Cruel Chapter 21: Moon Flower Chapter 22: The Ugly Seat Chapter 23: A Woman's Shame Chapter 24: The Boy With the Stars Chapter 25: The Seafarer Chapter 26: Dragonstone Chapter 27: Betrothal Chapter 28: The Sting of Bitter Betrayal Chapter 29: Little Nightshade

Chapter 30: In That House On Top Of The Rock Chapter 31: The Stranger's Company Chapter 32: The Hunt Chapter 33: Brōzi, riña hen narys Chapter 34: There's no measure 'within reason' for women Chapter 35: Pulling the Strings Chapter 36: Boris Baratheon Chapter 37: The Image of a son Chapter 38: Wine and Company Chapter 39: Once in Ivory, to the sound of bells

Chapter 40: Trapped like a Fox Chapter 41: The illusion of choice Chapter 42: Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer Chapter 43: The Depravity of Desire Chapter 44: Think of the Stars Chapter 45: Blood in the Water Chapter 46: The Boundaries of a Winged Pig Chapter 47: The Vigil of the Old Gods Chapter 48: The Stag that Rages Chapter 49: The Stag hunts the Stag

Chapter 50: The Performance of Grief Chapter 51: Once in front of the fire, two become one Chapter 52: The Funeral of Boris Baratheon Chapter 53: The Hunger of Man Chapter 54: The Funeral Procession Chapter 55: Keeping Alliances Chapter 56: Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt Chapter 57: Wisps of Smoke Chapter 58: A Missive of Ravens Chapter 59: A Claim of Bastardry

Chapter 60: The Last Supper Chapter 61: The Taste of Silence Chapter 62: Waves Chapter 63: In the Eye of the Father Chapter 64: The End of a Noose Chapter 65: A Fool with a Fool's Honor Chapter 66: The Son of Duty Chapter 67: The Daughter of Insolence Chapter 68: The Tempest of a Woman Chapter 69: Birds in a Cage

Chapter 70: The Beast Beneath the Boards Chapter 71: The Tower of the Hand Chapter 72: Ill Tidings Chapter 73: A Woman's War Chapter 74: Salt and Smoke Chapter 75: A Golden Crown of Sorrow pt. 1 Chapter 76: A Golden Crown of Sorrow pt. 2 Chapter 77: Haunted By The Daylight Chapter 78: A Boy And His Dragon Chapter 79: Vengeance Hungers

Chapter 80: The Bloody Hand of Dread Chapter 81: The Fool That Loved You Chapter 82: The Coward's Heart Chapter 83: The Death of A Son Chapter 84: A Sister's Rage Chapter 85: The Red Dress Chapter 86: A Vow of Fire and Blood Chapter 87: The Sworn Shield or The Boy Chapter 88: Cursed Child Chapter 89: Byka Ābrazȳrys

Chapter 90: The Mother's Prayer Chapter 91: The Favor of the Smallfolk Chapter 92: A Mother's Search Chapter 93: Once in grief, heart of black but forced in green I Chapter 94: Once in grief, heart of black but forced in green II Chapter 95: Once in grief, heart of black but forced in green III

[penvisions]

weather permitting {by the grit of sandpaper}

Pairing: Jackson! Joel Miller x Patrol Partner! Reader

Summary: A summer storm catches you off guard.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: canon typical language, pining, requited unrequited feelings, joel is so soft in this, heart of gold joel, carpenter joel, woodworking joel, artisan joel, patrol partnership, confessions, lots of feelings, reader is afraid of thunder, reader has astraphobia, extreme weather, teasing banter, SET BEFORE THE FIRST CHAPTER

A/N: reposting @jessthebaker and their emoji request for the final chapter celebration in a separate post, lovely reading to y'all until the chapter comes out!

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“This pressure in the air is…” You trailed off as you gazed up at the darkened sky. The deep, moody gray having crawled across the sky to blanket the sun. Lightning burst to life on the horizon, making you freeze atop Lowry. The sweet horse so attuned to you that she paused in her slow, meandering steps.

Thunder boomed, echoing across the open plains, startling you even as you waited for the sound with held breath.

“We should head back, storm’s comin’ in fast.” Joel regarded you atop his own horse, Kiana. She whinnied, not liking the direction he was turning her toward with gentle motions of the reigns. The hush of rain on the horizon was loud as it moved toward you both. Wetting the plains with fat droplets that  did nothing to quell the humidity that had made the air dense and hard to breath. Intensifying the heat of the mid-summer day.

“Yeah, good call.” Following his lead, you steered Lowry to turn around. It had been too slow a realization on both your parts, clothing soaked and sticking to your skin and weighing down your hair as you closed the distance back toward the settlement. With a piercing whistle just as you crested a slippery hill, Joel let the guards on duty know that you were back.

Laughter bubbled up from them underneath their makeshift protection against the rain atop the tall, foreboding wall that protected your town. You couldn’t help but share in their good moods despite the sudden shift in weather when you and Joel finally found yourselves underneath the eaves of the stables.

His graying curls were soaked, one of them so affected it looked like a ringlet as it fell over his forehead and flopped with his every move. Heat bloomed in your chest when he tossed you a mild glare, but the sparkle in his dark eyes told you he didn’t mind it so much.

“Alright, I get it, I look like a drowned rat.” He shoved at you lightly as you dismounted and began to tend to Lowery. She knickered before she shook out the water from her fur without warning. Kiana imitated her, pelting you both.

“Alright, enough.” His quiet command had the two horses baring their teeth in a true flehmen response.

“That the worst weather you been caught in?” You removed your wide brimmed hat, grateful for the little shield it had made over your hair and face. Until the horses had decided to mess around, picking up on the easy going mood despite the rain.

“Nah, worst would be a snowstorm back in Boston. QZ hadn’t been prepared for it, we lost what little power we had for nearly two weeks.” He easily spoke as he began to tend to his own horse, rich velvet voice soothing with the backdrop of the hard rain. “Before that it had been…fix or six years ago when I was out on a run. Nearly got picked up by a tornado as I sought out shelter where I could.”

“Oh geez, that’s intense.” You hung up the saddle just outside of Lowrey’s nook, closing the tall door behind you and ensuring the lock latched shut.

“What about you?” You turned from where you had offered the appaloosa a handful of hay. The tickle of her soft, velvety muzzle bringing a smile to your face. Joel was hanging up his own saddle, detaching the supplies he had fastened to it. His shot gun still secured across his broad shoulders.

“Hands down the ice storm that hit my city before the year before the Outbreak. Entire thing shut down because ice was built up about three inches thick on every roadway and street. Then it hailed and snowed for a week straight. Took forever for it to thaw out with the temps below freezing for so long. It was a bad winter, that’s for sure. But we never lost power, thankfully.” Walking side by side, you stoon just inside the stables with the man. Both of you staring out at the sheet of steady rain coming down from the even darker sky. It looked like dusk, even though the day had been new and the sun had just risen a few hours ago.

“Chicago?” He looked over at you, eyes roving over your profile. He noticed how your long lashes stuck together, the way your clothing stuck to your skin. Stepping away he rummaged around the collection of items stored around the doorway. With a grunt of appreciation at his stroke of good luck, he presented you with a worn umbrella.

“Yeah, born and raised.” Your eyes held long felt emotions as you shook your head at his offering. With a tug, you secured your leather hat back atop your head. Fingers tipping the brim, you dismissed him. “Got my hat, you need it more.”

“Why don’t we share, sweetheart?”

“Joel Miller’s gonna walk me home in the rain.” The teasing tone of your voice may have been lost in the way your voice lilted but he didn’t seem to show if he noticed.

“Someone’s gotta protect you from the thunder.” A raised eyebrow, a challenge from the handsome man had you feeling weak in the knees. He was teasing you, he was actually being friendly with you and your stomach flipped. It had been so long since anyone outside of your extremely small circle had felt comfortable enough around you to do so.

“Y-yeah, I’m not the biggest fa-fan of loud noises.” One of your hands rubbed at the back of your neck, heat filling your cheeks as you realized he had noticed your twitch of every boom as you made your way back to the settlement.

“Don’t worry, I gotcha. But once the ice forms, you’re on your own.” His lips quirked up in a grin as he opened the umbrella and sidled back up beside you. With a small brush of your shoulders against his in silent retaliation, you both stepped out from under the safety of the stables and into the rain.

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Hey!! Luv your work :)

could you do shikamaru and neji reaction to a poor-frightened girl (same age as them) who's from a different village? I've been watching too much shield hero😭

author's note: I've never seen Shield Hero, so I really hope I did your request justice! 😭 Anyway, thank you so much for the kind words and for your request! I hope you enjoy! x

➤ Shikamaru

There was nothing Shikamaru hated more than missions that involved more than 2 days of travelling. It was tiring, boring, and most of the time it took way longer than needed. He always avoided volunteering for such tasks but when Kakashi informed him he was personally chosen for this one, he had no excuse not to go.

The mission sounded simple - go to Takumi village, negotiate a new trade deal for weaponry, and go back. "That sound way too easy", the young man noted in his head while he was walking alongside Neji and Shino later that day. Not only he felt like they were spared the full details about the place they were going to, but he also noticed his team was full of strategists, rather than violent fighters.

A day and a half later, they all found themselves in front of the big wooden gates of the Takumi Village. The place was small - it probably had less than 4 streets, and everything else was just small and dark alleys between buildings. The people, most of which shut themselves inside their houses once they saw the group of Konoha shinobi, were cold and distant, seemingly not open for any type of negotiation or trading with outsiders. Luckily the owner of the local inn seemed to at least tolerate their presence, despite not being particularly excited by it.

Shikamaru was famous for his love for sleeping and resting. However, as he was laying on his bed that night, he couldn't help but feel something was wrong. Deciding he needed to clear his head a bit, he stood up, grabbed his pack of cigarettes, and made his way down the stairs. While he tried to be extra quiet, so he doesn't wake up his teammates, he couldn't help but let out a yelp, once he saw a girl, sitting in the kitchen and chewing some bread.

They stared at each other for a few minutes in silence, before she ran to him, pressing her trembling hand over his mouth and begging him not to yell or shout for the owners of the house. It didn't take long for him to put 2+2 together and realise she must have been a thief that smuggled inside the house during the night. Instead of raising the alarm, however, he just nodded toward the garden, a silent command for her to follow him outside.

The black-haired shinobi has dealt with a lot of criminals in the past - none of them like this girl, however. She seemed so scared, almost frightened, and while she tried her best to hide her clothes under her cape, he could see that they were old - probably from her late teenage years. She also seemed to be very open and honest - he asked her only her name and age before she started apologizing, sharing stories about the village and her family, which were now gone.

The more she talked, the more everything made sense in Shikamaru's head - why the place looked so gloomy and empty, and why the residents were so unfriendly. The village, which was also called the Village of the Artisians, was once upon a time famous for making weaponry which they then sold to the Five Great Nations. With time their clientele grew in skill and soon they found themselves unable to trade with anyone. This left hundreds of families below the poverty line and many didn't survive, including hers. Now that Konoha was interested in trading again, but it was the Takumi Village who refused.

"That's why they sent us here to negotiate", mumbled Shikamaru under his breath once she finished the story of her village's history. Cigarette after cigarette, he kept asking questions about this place and the artisans, which with the passing hours started to become more and more personal. He asked the girl about her job, her living situation, her skills, her dreams, her fears... the conversation kept flowing and before he knew it, the sun was already poking out the horizon, and he had also shared a good amount of information about himself. "Wait!", he grabbed her wrist once she stood up to leave. The movement startled her and he quickly withdrew his hand once he saw her wide eyes full with fear, "I am sorry, I just... Would I see you again? Maybe tonight?" "I really shouldn't-" "Please", the word slipped out before he could stop it, "I won't tell anyone. Just come... I will leave the back door open."

Shikamaru always thought dealing with women was too much of a hassle. He had only one crush in his life, which disappeared as quickly as it came once he experienced her bossy behaviour and uncontrollable anger. The thief girl, however, was different. She was quiet, a good listener, and surprisingly for him, had a vast knowledge in many different areas, including war strategy and politics. She also seemed to appreciate a good debate and was so calm and collected while presenting her arguments, that he didn't even understood when he was 'forced' to reluctantly admit defeat.

The Leaf ninja never considered himself to have tendencies to be protective, especially when it came to females - if he had to judge based on the women in his life, it was he who needed protection from them. But night after night, he kept getting to know this mysterious girl more and more, and a new, unfamiliar urge started to grow in his chest. He started sneaking food into his room, sharing it with her at night. He draped his jacket over her shoulders once they went out in the garden for him to smoke. He pushed her behind his back every time there was a sound in the house, signaling someone might be awake. He started visiting her house during the day, after the talks with the village elders were over, to bring her some lunch or have a cup of tea. "I just need some time away from all that work", was always his excuse.

It must have been some deeply rooted instinct to protect the "damsel in distress", because there was no other explanation that came to mind once Shino decided to confront his weird behaviour. "You are prolonging these negotiations on purpose", the Aburame pointed out, staring at Shikamaru with a blank expression. "Huh? What are you talking about?" "I am talking about how this is the third week you keep finding something wrong with the trade proposals", Shino said with an even tone, continuing to spread jam on top of his toast, "Proposals which are the best we have ever received from any of our allies, especially when it comes to weaponry." The Nara scoffed, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. "We were sent here to get the best deal, not the first one." For a few minutes, there was no response from his teammate and Shikamaru assumed this was the end of the conversation. So when Shino gave his response, he almost chocked on his food: "I always had a great respect for you, Shikamaru. This is why I am going to be honest with you - we are here to secure a trade deal. I understand you may find interest in other activities, most of them including the strange girl you keep sneaking into your room at night, but we are here on business, not pleasure."

The black-haired shinobi couldn't think of a time when he felt a bigger embarrassment. Later that day, he laid down the girl's bed, complaining about his teammates.

"So, are you leaving?", she asked. Refusing to meet her eyes, he nodded his head. "We have to. We have overstayed our welcome." She left a quiet hum, continuing to stare out of her window. Her heart begged her to say something, to ask him to stay just a bit longer. But she knew better. "You should stop stealing. One day they are going to catch you", his words were supposed to be a gentle warning, but in her ears sounded like a harsh judging. "I steal because I have to, not because I want to. Many of us do", her voice was weak, yet defensive, "These families did not gather wealth because they worked hard. The exploited people like my family, who were then discarded and left to die like rats once they were not needed."

Next day the Leaf ninjas were supposed to leave at noon. The negotiations were done, the trade deal was secured and all of them were eager to leave this hostile place. But while Shino and Neji were patiently waiting at the gates, Shikamaru found himself in front of the girl's door.

"Come with me." The words were carrying a note of dominance, sounding more like a command rather than an invitation. Before the girl could reply, he grabbed her shoulder, gently pushing her back inside her house and closing the door. "Pack your belongings and come with me. This place is not for you." Instead of an expression full of joy, he was met with her hardened gaze. "This is my home." "And I can offer you a better one", he argued, refusing to give up, "One where you don't have to steal to survive and eat only bread." She laughed, shaking his hand off and stepping back. "I can't just leave-" "And I can't leave you", Shikamaru blurted out, silencing her. They stared at each other for a few long seconds, both of them equally startled by his confession.

Nobody expected the team to return with an extra member a few days later. But as Shikamaru looked at her, the thief who stole the heart and was now looking at Konoha like it was the most amazing place to be, he had no regrets. Maybe women were not such a hassle after all. . .

➤ Neji

Neji did not agree with a lot of things in his life. Ironically, they all were somehow connected to his family - from the outdated branch system to the clan's teachings and the way most of the members viewed the world. It was no secret many of them were proud - Neji was too in a way - yet he never realised how lowly they thought of the civilians till he witnessed it with his own eyes.

As one of the few Hyuga members chosen to be sent to the Bamboo Village and work on a proposal for an alliance with the ruling clan, he was never asked if he had the time or wanted to leave. Instead, Hiashi, had already made all arrangements beforehand, informing him the night before they were supposed to leave. And just like any other branch member, he had no other choice than to grit his teeth and nod his head.

Despite growing up with them, Neji could not say he was close with his two cousins who were accompanying him. Inagai and Tadate were only two years younger than him, but their mentality felt way more childish - they were confident, cold, stuck-up, and reminded the older Hyuga a little bit too much of himself when he was a kid, who looked at the world just as black and white. They had a lot to learn but were at that age when they thought they already knew everything.

At first it was amusing. They would argue on the way about the shortest way to reach the Bamboo Village, before arguing if it is going to rain or not and finishing the day with a good sparring match, leaving both of them bruised and bloody. The older Hyuga always watched from the side, shaking his head - he didn't like to involve himself in their petty fights, especially since they were both wrong most of the time. When they tried to pick fights with the locals, however, he knew he had to draw the line.

The three Leaf ninjas walked through the streets of the Bamboo Village, curiously looking around. All of the locals were farmers and so far, they seemed to be the only shinobi around. "Can't believe they sent us here, in the middle of nowhere!", huffed Tadate, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "You can't be in the middle of nowhere, moron!", Inagai rolled his eyes and was about to add another sarcastic remark, when someone bumped into his side, making him stumble. Three pairs of pale eyes turned toward their right, where a girl seemingly their age stared back at them with a frightened expression. "Watch where you're going yo-" "That's enough!", Neji's voice boomed, and for the first time, the two boys remained silent, exchanging confused looks, "You two, go and check in the inn!" The young Hyuga brothers did not wait for a second command, instead, they scurried away, not wanting to deal with their older cousin. Neji waited till they were out of his sight, before stepping toward the girl. "Apologies about my rude companion! Are you alright?", she nodded once and kneeled to pick up the few apples that fell from her bag. The young man mirrored her movements, helping her gather what she couldn't. She offered him a smile and a small bow as a sign of gratitude and Neji couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth twitch upwards. "My name is Neji. Neji Hyuga."

The next day, Neji saw the same girl by chance. Walking on the road and humming a song, she didn't even notice when she walked past him, till he called her name. She jumped at the sound, but let her shoulders relax once she saw it was the young gentleman from the day before. What was supposed to be a quick run to the local market, turned into a whole afternoon spent together in the nearby bamboo forest.

The Leaf shinobi told both her and himself that he "just wanted to get some peaceful time away from his cousins' constant bickering". Deep inside, however, he knew that seeking the private company of a lady was not the ideal way to escape his teammates. If anything, it actually went against everything he was taught as a boy. The girl was not a fellow ninja or a part of the clan, therefore he shouldn't spend any time with her alone, especially in such a secluded place. But as she kept talking about the Bamboo village, the local culture and cuisine, and their traditions, he couldn't help but find himself enchanted by her stories. Perhaps it wasn't so bad to allow himself to be in her company. After all, if he wanted to secure an alliance, he needed to have a good knowledge about the locals, right?

A week passed, then two, and soon the original mission started to take a lesser priority for Neji. Instead of trying to charm the head of the clan ruling the village, like he originally planned, he found himself exiting the negotiation room as soon as the talks were done and making his way toward the market where he knew the girl would be. Despite knowing her for such a short period of time, he could confidently say she was one of the few people who managed to bring him comfort and peace. She was a smart girl - despite being raised in a small village, she learned about the world out there from books and stories from other travellers. Her biggest gift was smooth talking - what started as general questions about Konoha and what life is there, slowly turned into more personal ones about Neji, his clan, and his childhood. Before he can even realise it, he has bared his entire soul to her, showing her both the good and the ugly inside of him. In return, she opened up about her life in such a small village and her dreams to one day explore the world.

"Why don't you leave then?", he asked one night while they were laying side by side on the field and gazing at the stars above them, "If you want to see the world, you should go. Don't let anybody stop you." She smiled softly, turning her head to the side. "Do you always give advice that you can't follow yourself?" The words must have hit deeper than expected, as instead of his usual light chuckle, he stayed silent. Sighing, she reached for his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. While he expected some words of encouragement or inspiration, she just laid there, holding his hand and turning her attention back to the starry sky. After a minute he smiled, wrapping his fingers around hers. When he was little, he always heard stories about how when you find The One, you can understand and speak to each other without words. He always thought this was nonsense... till now.

Neji was a man who one could say was very predictable - he never acted impulsively and all his actions and decisions seemed to be based on the strict teachings and beliefs of his clan. So when he started to spend not only most of his days but also his nights away from the inn, his cousins decided it is time to intervene.

"With this rate, we won't secure an alliance anytime soon", groaned Inagai while furrowing his eyebrows at their older cousin, "Lord Hiashi would definitely not like this." Neji sipped his tea quietly, taking a few extra moments before replying: "Lord Hiashi knows that good things take time. He is a man of patience, I am sure he understands we need time to secure the trust and the favour of the leader's clan." It was Tadate's turn to scoff and eye the man with suspicion. "The trust of the clan or the trust of peasant girls?" The sound of the cup smashing got everyone's attention and Neji closed his eyes, ignoring the pain of the burning tea landing directly on his skin. Instead, he focused on calming the raging fire of frustration and anger that Tadate's words had caused inside his chest. There were many things he wanted to say: how they knew nothing about her, how they were too stuck up and rude to realise they were still young fools and had much more to learn, how he could take both of them right here, right now if he didn't take his words back... All of these things were on the tip of his tongue, but by some miracle, he managed to swallow them back. "You forget your position in the clan, Tadate. I may be from the branch side of the family, but I can still make sure you are put back in your place."

Since that incident, neither of them talked to each other - instead each preferred to pretend nothing had happened, hoping the talks with the clan leader would be over soon enough so they could go home. And just like they hoped, it took only a few more days before an alliance was formally signed and stamped by the clan leader and given to Neji to pass to Lord Hiashi.

"So, this is our goodbye I guess...", the girl that has managed to snatch both his heart and soul said. There was a weak smile on her face which didn't reach her teary eyes. It was stupid to cry about a man which you had known only for a few weeks, she knew that. But can one control their pain? Can one make it stop just because it was "stupid"? "I want to travel with you." His words made both of them blush and stare at each other with wide eyes. Before she could say anything, he grabbed her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I don't want to pressure you, but you said you want to see the world and I... I want to see it too.

With you."

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[pinkrose05]

Ok so @b1adie's post from earlier got me thinking about element Types and Paths again.... and predictably enough, I am also here to talk about my fave old man Yingxing and how his kit would look like if he were playable.

We can probably agree that Fire type makes the most sense for many, many reasons, but in terms of Path I'd like to humbly propose....

drumroll

...Preservation!

Ok, hear me out: Preservation in this game is frequently associated with building and construction. You've got Qlipoth's walls, the Cornerstone effects, and the very act of creating a shield! Naturally, a master artisan would be right at home constructing stuff; I mean, remember that one scrap lion?

Yeah, Yingxing is very good at building things up from the ground. Just imagine the amount of detail this bitch would put in his shields! Knowing him, they'd be the most elaborate magic walls to ever wall in history.

Another thing is how Preservation pathstriders admire stubbornness and are prone to protective actions. As for the former trait, stubbornness is a part of persistence, and persistence through adversity is a key aspect of Yingxing's character: his home is destroyed, he's always struggling with the sabotage and prejudice of his seniors and peers... and still he keeps pushing on and ahead, all the way to hard-earned success.

As for the latter, Yingxing's attachment to the makeshift family he's found in the Quintet can definitely lend itself to a protective streak- doubly so considering the weapon gifts he'd given to them all. It's like he's always watching their back! It's his way of keeping them safe so he doesn't lose his loved ones again!

(It's the only part of him that will stay with them when he meets his timely demise. It's proof that, even in death, he will forever stand by their side.)

A third thing is that, if you consider the construction aspect again, Preservation is actually the most direct antithesis to the Path of Destruction. The symbolism in there really hammers in (heh) the 180° turn between Yingxing and Ren- and wouldn't it be the perfect sort of ironic for them to mirror each other in the very core of their beliefs?

(I actually think they should have the worst anti-synergy in history if/when Yingxing becomes playable. There's a kit concept somewhere in my files that has 1) several ways of pulling aggro, 2) Max HP buffs that depend on using skill points, and 3) a one-turn block on allies' HP changing whenever any of Yingxing's shields break. It's basically a dedicated sustain kit that just so happens to be a massive Fuck You to Ren in specific, because come on, the idea's just too good to pass up!)

[inviernainvicta]

Definitely Subjective Edelgard Design Ranking

5th Place - Three Hopes Design

this outfit doesn't really even feel like edelgard tbh, i could see ingrid in this or something, but what is the emperor doing, lady you wear heavy armor, why are you in she-ra bike shorts, edelgard please

4th Place - Timeskip Design

yeah i said it

girl that cape is so big and red and magnificent, but it is also a tent, you could camp under that thing, there are religious ceremonies conducted under the auspices of that thing, you could wrap dimitri up like a burrito and throw him into a kiddie pool with that thing, good god

3rd Place - Academy Design

solid ass design all around, worthy of the leader of the black eagles, slick shoulder cape, love how needlessly goddamn complicated all that stuff on your chest is, got like three layers of bullshit going on there, it's great, only problem is, your legs are so bright rubber red they look like the base of a lamp from the 70's. it's a look that works for other outfits, could slay even, but idk to me it feels like you should be making squeaking noises whenever you run on the battlefield, just don't like it

THIS NEXT ONE IS A SPOILER IF YOU HAPPEN TO NOT BE FAMILIAR WITH THREE HOUSES. NOT SURE WHY YOU WOULD HAVE GOTTEN THIS FAR IF YOU WEREN'T, BUT STILL.

2nd Place - Flame Emperor Design

they combined robes and heavy armor and it looks sick af. i know i got on timeskip edelgard for the practicality of her cape, and the robes here look like she'd be tripping on them every time she takes a step, but still, if you have enough drip it's fine. and that SHIELD, how much did you pay a secret artisan in enbarr to make that thing look so kickass, it's got a GRADIENT, that's just so extra

1st Place - Emperor Design

yes

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Pre-Girl Dad!Eris with Pregnant Reader

Guys, I just had this thought to do a mini drabble of what Eris was like when you were pregnant with your babes, Marwa and Twila!

Eris was initially terrified when he found out you were pregnant. He walked in on you changing and just paused at the door, eyes wide open and jaw on the floor as the change in your scent flooded his senses

He didn't want to fuck things up with his own babes. He is deeply terrified of turning out like his father and it takes a couple weeks of reassurance from you that he is going to be the best father to your babes

The final nail in the head for him is when he feels the babes kicking in your swollen belly while he rests his head, and murmurs down stories at the babes

We all know Eris swore left and right that he would be fine with any gender, as long as the babe is healthy… we all know he constantly reassured you he had no expectations for whether he was expecting a girl or boy.

We all also know that he secretly prayed to the mother and gods for the entirety of your pregnancy that it would be a girl babe that looks exactly like you and is exactly like you.

I think you were blessed with no experiences of morning sickness, but Eris suffered nausea for the first trimester of your pregnancy. He always claimed it was him stealing any sort of pain you could possibly experience for himself to save you, but you know it’s because the poor male was anxious

Protection spells galore. He has Helion teach him every sort of shielding spell in the books and even out of the books. Surprisingly, the people of Autumn are really good with charm magic, and so, Eris brought you an anklet with little willow tree charms that he had spelled for protection. He insisted you wear it the entirety of your pregnancy.

Any pregnancy cravings you experienced had Eris jumping out of bed at 3 in the morning to go to the kitchen so he could cook for you himself. And if it was something restaurant specific, he was going to the homes of the chefs and bakers, promising them bucket loads of money if they were to make whatever you were craving

Foot massages daily, your feet were swollen from carrying your babes, and at the time, you didn’t even know you were carrying two. No wonder your ankles were the sizes of apples. Eris constantly had you resting your feet in his lap, massaging at the skin delicately. He constantly had a little stool around that he could rest under your feet so they would be raised instead of hanging on the floor

This male spent hours designing the nursery, he wanted everything to be perfect for his perfect babe. He worked hand in hand with different carpenters and artisans to create everything that was in the room, part of it with his own hands.

Eris bought tons and tons of children’s books. He created a wall of book shelves in the nursery filled with books because he wanted to spend hours reading to his babes.

Constant cuddles with you. Your scent is so soothing to him, and he is constantly resting his warm hands on the swell of your belly, rubbing it in circles and pushing in every so often to feel the babe kick back at him.

Sometimes you would wake up in the middle of the night to Eris resting his head on your belly, whispering stories of his life and promises to protect and love his babe no matter what. Promises to be the best papa he could be. Promises to shower the babe and you with love and affection, promising only happiness.

Anytime he came back from being away, he would kiss you deeply before getting down on his knees to rub and kiss your belly, “hello little love, papa missed you,” smiling as a little foot pushed at his lips

In your final trimester of pregnancy, Eris bought you a cottage by the sea as a thank you for giving him the best life, for giving him love and happiness he couldn’t have ever imagined.

The autumn midwives are able to use magic that allows for you to listen to the babes heartbeats, and Eris cried the first time (and every time after) he heard it

Hours upon hours of searching for baby names. You went through books and myths and meeting people and reviewing history to find the perfect names for the babe. Constant debating with the stubborn lordling on what his perfect babes name should be.

While the babe is in your stomach, he settles for “squish” and “little love.”

“Hello my little love”

“What’s my little squish thinking about in there?”

“Why are you kicking your mama squish?”

“Can you believe your mama is eavesdropping on our conversations little love? What a busy body she is… that’s okay, we still love her more than we can describe, right little love?”

I’m weak

Also when you finally give birth to not just one, but two girls???

First off, Eris nearly passed out from the shock.

Second off, he was sobbing as the babes were laid down on your chest, smothering you with kisses all over your forehead and cheeks, thanking you over and over for the best thing that has ever happened to him.

And when he held his babes for the first time? He felt complete.

Some NSFW stuff (really not a lot) so MDNI 18+ only

Your scent is absolutely soothing to him later on during your pregnancy. Absolutely.

But those first five months????

This male was absolutely feral for you.

Like, you thought he was horny 24/7 prior to your pregnancy, think again.

Bending you over the couch before you had your belly bump, fucking you on the kitchen counter, splaying you across the floor right next to the hearth so he could devour your cunt.

It was fucking endless. Orgasm after orgasm. Climax after climax.

You could barely walk by the time he was through with you and that’s okay because he would just carry you bridal style to wherever you needed to be.

He loved grasping at your widening hips as you would ride him into oblivion

Constant palming and small squeezes at your swollen tits, he just fucking adored them.

Cumming in your cunt every time and tonguing it back in

Ugh, missing my girl dad Eris, I love him so much.

As always, please gimme some feedback with some likes, comments, and reblogs

@fieldofdaisiies

[racefortheironthrone]

Please tell me more about neighbourhood PMCs in renaissance Italy

It would be my pleasure! (My research into this owes a lot to the excellent Power and Imagination: City-States in Renaissance Italy by Lauro Martines.)

The first thing to note that, unlike the condottieri, these were not private military companies. Rather, the neighborhood military companies (in the sense of a military unit, rather than a profit-making entity) were self-defense organizations formed as part of a centuries-long political struggle for control over the urban commune between the signorile (the urban chivalry)/nobilita (the urban nobility) and the populo (the guilded middle class, who claimed to speak on behalf of "the people").

This conflict followed much the same logic that had given rise to the medieval commune in the first place. Legally, the communes had started as mutual defense pacts between the signorile and the cives (the free citizens of the city) against the rural feudal nobility, which had given these groups the military and political muscle to push out the marquises and viscounts and barons and claim exclusive authority over the tax system, the judicial system, and the military.

So it made sense that, once they had vanquished their enemies and established the commune as the sovereign, both sides would use the same tactic in their struggle over which of them would rule the commune that ruled the city. The signorile and nobilita formed themselves into consorteria or "tower societies," by which ancient families allied with one another (complete with dynastic marriage alliances!) to build and garrison the towers with the knights, squires, men-at-arms, and bravi of their households. These phallic castle substitutes were incredibly formidable within the context of urban warfare, as relatively small numbers of men with crossbows could rain down hell on besiegers from the upper windows and bridges between towers, even as the poor bastards on the ground tried to force the heavy doors down below.

To combat noble domination of communal government, achieve direct representation on the political councils, establish equity of taxation and regulate interest rates, and enforce legal equality between nobility and citizenry, the populo formed themselves into guilds to build alliances between merchants and artisans in the same industries. However, these amateur soldiers struggled to fight on even footing with fully-trained and well-equipped professional soldiers, and the guild militias were frequently defeated.

To solve their military dilemma, the populo engaged in political coalition-building with the oldest units of the urban commune: the neighborhoods. When the cities of medieval Italy were originally founded, they had been rather decentralized transplantations of the rural villages, where before people had any conception of a city-wide collective their primary allegiance was to their neighborhood. As can still be seen in the Palio di Siena to this day, these contrade built a strong identity based on local street gangs, the parish church, their traditional heraldry, and their traditional rivalries with the stronzi in the next contrade over. And whether they were maggiori, minori, or unguilded laborers, everyone in the city was a member of their contrade.

As Martines describes, the populo both recruited from (and borrowed the traditions of) the contrade to form their armed neighborhood companies into a force that would have the manpower, the discipline, and the morale to take on the consorteria:

"Every company had its distinctive banner and every house in the city was administratively under the sign of a company. A dragon, a whip, a serpent, a bull, a bounding horse, a lion, a ladder: these, in different colors and on contrasting fields, were some of the leitmotifs of the twenty different banners. They were emblazoned on individual shields and helmets. Rigorous regulations required guildsmen to keep their arms near at hand, above all in troubled times. The call to arms for the twenty companies was the ringing of a special bell, posted near the main public square. A standard-bearer, flanked by four lieutenants, was in command of each company."

To knit these companies organized by neighborhood into a single cohesive force, the lawyers' guilds within the populo created a state within a state, complete with written constitutions, guild charters, legal codes, legislative and executive councils. Under these constitutions, the populo's councils would elect a capitano del popolo, a professional soldier from outside the city who would serve as a politically-neutral commander, with a direct chain of command over the gonfaloniere and lieutenants of the neighborhood companies, to lead the populo against their noble would-be overlords.

And in commune after commune, the neighborhood companies made war against the consorteria, taking the towers one by one and turning them into fortresses of the populo. The victorious guilds turned their newly-won military might into political hegemony over the commune, stripping the nobilita of their power and privilege and forcing them either into submission or exile. Then they directed their veteran neighborhood companies outward to seize control of the rural hinterland from the feudal aristocracy, until the city had become city-state.

(Ironically, in the process, the populo gave birth to the condottieri, as the nobility who had lost their landed wealth and political power took their one remaining asset - their military training and equipment - and became professional mercenaries. But that's a story for another time...)

[hypothetical-colors]

Ujaraq

A goliath fighter PC from one of my campaigns. Realy happy about the NMM :)

Body is Thane Gunnar Vinteraxe from Artisan Guid. The shield is from the same release.

[marlynnofmany]

Tactical Artwork

I paused work with my hand tools in order to watch Glowing Coals buzz an intricate pattern into a small rock with his. He worked quickly, turning the rock like a gray Easter egg and completing the pattern without any flaws I could see, then setting it down and moving on to the next. The pattern for this one was just as complex, and just as freehand. He was easily the most talented at the table.

“How much practice did it take you to get so fast?” I asked, raising my voice to account for the breathing mask. Mine was pretty comfortable, but it muffled sounds a bit. Coals hadn’t complained about his, though he didn’t complain much in general.

“I had an artisan apprenticeship back home,” Coals said. His mask flexed a bit with the motion of his lizardy jaw, and was a stylish gold on top of his brick-red scales. “The creating was nice, but the people weren’t.”

“Yeah, I’ve had jobs like that.” I would have said more, but Painted Sunset finished an art piece and held it up for approval.

“Ta-da!” she said, displaying a three-legged shape made of sliced-up and reassembled mushrooms. Wait, two legs. That was a tail.

“Very nice,” I said. “How long do you think it will last without shriveling?”

Paint set it on the table. “Any shriveling will only add to its charm,” she said firmly.

I had a sudden memory of mushrooms that melted away into black goo instead of drying up, and was deciding whether or not to mention it when Trrili grabbed a fresh log and showered all of us in wood chips.

Paint shielded her mushroom doll; Coals ignored the shrapnel; I flinched, then sighed and gathered up a few bits to use in my own art. I was gluing together pieces of other people’s material into tiny sculptures. Maybe I could make a porcupine out of the flakes of wood.

Trrili was sure giving me plenty to work with. She attacked the log with all the intensity of a chainsaw carver in the midst of a painful breakup, and who also happened to have blade arms like a praying mantis. I wouldn’t have thought that those pinchers were exactly suited to woodworking, but the wood was soft and Trrili was angry.

She’d been there when the pirates stole our payment, and she hadn’t been able to stop them. Granted, I had too, but I wasn’t a large terrifying bug alien with a warrior’s pride. Her shiny black blade arms moved quickly, red patterns flashing like warning flares, and everyone gave her lots of room.

There was plenty of table space to go around — this was something like a local picnic area with one long table set on top of a low wall. Enormous chunks of crystal served as stools, which only some of the crew were using. Trrili certainly didn’t need them, though on the other side of her I could see that Mur had actually stacked two, to raise his squidlike body up to near table height. It looked like he and Captain Sunlight were both carving that horrible smelly soap into fanciful shapes. Hopefully the locals would take a liking to it in flower form. I was all for leaving the stuff behind whether they bought it or not. Nobody on our ship wanted it. It had been mislabeled at a market several planets ago.

This planet, as far as I knew, probably used soap. Probably. The locals were made of green-white crystalline material instead of any flesh I’d encountered before, so who knew? The air here was low-grade toxic. The social eating areas were strung out in long lines. The juvenile locals behaved more like puppies than children, with the four-legged frolicking and loud barking to match. They easily could have not used soap; there were stranger things about the place.

“Are you going to use those leaves?” Paint asked me, pointing at a stack of orange ones. “They’d make great scales for my little person here.”

“Sure, go for it,” I said. “There are more by that tree over there.” I jerked my head to the side, busy focusing on the porcupine body I was assembling out of acorns. Was it bizarre that this planet had people so alien, but plants so familiar? Yes it was. Maybe there was a reason for it — someone doing interstellar traveling to collect and relocate alien flora, or maybe some genetic engineering was at work, or sheer coincidence. I’d seen more unlikely things that that before too. And, as had become my mantra for this sort of minor curiosity, I’d either find out or I wouldn’t. We had higher priorities today.

Like making enough sellable art to unload at the market across the street and recoup at least most of the money we were out. The local guard force had promised to search for the pirates, with hopes of recovering what they’d stolen, but nobody seemed very optimistic about that. We hadn’t even seen what type of ship the pirates had, just their powerful hand weapons and full-body jumpsuits. My guess was that the species under all the pink and brown camo was something like the jumpy chipmunk people we’d met some time ago. I could easily have been wrong. So, there wasn’t much to go on. They were probably long gone already, the next best thing to anonymous.

Or, I thought at a flash of pink, They could be here hoping to exchange the local money for something easier to spend off-system. I leaned hard to see past Coals and into the crowd of crystal-green locals, where two very familiar shapes were walking from stall to stall.

With our bag of gemstones. Like the absolute rookie imbeciles they apparently were. They weren’t holding the guns; those must have been in the bag too.

They hadn’t even seen us yet.

I grabbed two of Coals’ rocks and bolted from the table. “Trrili! There!”

Trrili whirled at my shout, and was right behind me, but I was in range first. Just close enough to fling a rock with all the speed of a good ol’ Earthling throwing arm.

The thieves had turned at our approach, with the closer one reaching into the bag, but that was the one I blasted in the facemask first. He went down hard, taking the bag with him. The other dithered a moment between going for the gun and just running for his life. His bobbing around made my shot bounce off his shoulder instead of his face.

He yelped and ran for it, dodging between startled crystal people with Trrili in hot pursuit.

Locals were yelling for the guards. So was Captain Sunlight, behind me. And unless I missed my guess, so was the thief.

If Trrili had been on my heels, I probably would have too.

I picked up the rocks and stood watch over the groaning thief who probably had a concussion, though lucky for him, no crack in the faceplate. Captain Sunlight caught up and claimed the bag, pawing through it to check the contents. Mur came out of nowhere with a tentacle tackle that held the thief more immobile than I ever could.

“The guards are coming,” said Captain Sunlight. “You three go be tactful.” She pointed at me and at the Frillian twins just now jogging up, then in the direction Trrili had gone.

“Got it,” I said.

The twins nodded, and we took off. Crystalline locals gave us space. The yelling pirate gave us a trail to follow.

He didn’t sound injured yet. We might be able to calm things down into a capture-and-turn-over-to-the-authorities. Or he might deserve what he got. Or he could have another gun hidden somewhere. Or the guards might get the wrong idea and target us. Anything could happen.

I’ve got customer-service diplomacy and two good throwing rocks, I thought as I ran. Bring it on.

~~~

The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come!

[danwhobrowses]

So I Finally Finished a Playthrough of Baldur's Gate 3

It's been months of playing over my holidays and the weekends, but I've finally completed my first playthrough of what was deemed Game of the Year for 2023.

As someone whose only D&D experiences come from the two movies (the bad one that traumatized me as a kid by killing Snails and the good one that deserves more love) and Critical Role, I didn't know much of what I was getting into, only my coworkers saying 'buy it, it's a masterpiece' unanimously when I inquired about it. Having no idea how to play or the lore, I was very much entering blind.

Continued down the Keep Reading

So, I'm sure we gotta get through the first set of questions so let's get to them.

What was your Tav? It took a long time to realise that 'Tav' meant your player character among fanpages, I can't tell you why it's Tav still, but I only pieced it together from Durge naming too. My Tav is Dec, short for December because that's when I started playing and I couldn't waste too much time on stream thinking up a clever name. He was a High Elf Guild Artisan, for Class I started as a Beast Master Ranger, ironic that Ranger is deemed one of the lesser classes among the community, I was adamant to not use archery at the start but by the end of it I was a Crossbow Expert. I went 9/3 with Rogue to get Assassin, but then respec'd my Ranger into a Gloomstalker, since I never really summoned the bear (probably should've learned from Sam's constant dissing of Trinket eh?) plus when I remembered Dread Ambusher it gave me 3 attacks on the first turn. He has combustible blood thanks to Araj and some tadpole powers after consuming them after the creche incident made him more open to trusting the Dream Visitor; Charm - which failed 90% of the time - Psionic Backlash, Favourable Beginnings and Luck of the Far Realms used mainly, I had Stage Fright and Force Tunnel but didn't use it, same for Cull the Weak. Likes to talk things through, especially with Persuasion/Charisma buffing invisible hats. Has the Duellist's Perogative Sword and the Swire's Sledboard Shield for Melee, and the AC bonus, plus the Armor of Agility giving him an evasive 24 AC with Advantage thanks to 20 DEX and the Cloak of Displacement.

You can't see his scar and tattoo too well from here but I had to show off his Black Furnace and Red dye on his armour it looks too good. Here's a better look of his face:

For his tattoo and scarring I like to think he got the tattoo after the burn, in some ways distracting it from the scarring.

Did you Save Scum? Don't Lie to Me! Yes and I'm not sorry about it. If you wanna invite me to a D&D table I'll follow the rules and how the dice lands but there's a lot more wiggle room there than in a game where there's finite dialogue options. I was also not going to sit there and let my companions turn against me just because the game fancied throwing continual Nat 1s or low rolls at me, nor would I let Omeluum die in the Iron Throne, or end up leaving the Mirror of Loss empty handed. I bought the game so if I wanna carve this experience this way I shall carve it this way, I get some people see the Morally Good path as boring for this kind of gaming but I like to be good, it feels good, and I want good things to happen for my allies, even if it means having to undo most of their religious indoctrination. But, it did take a while for me to start save scumming, really it was freeing Halsin that started it but it didn't become regular until Auntie Ethel. I only really did it for dialogue/lore expansion (or when there were two dialogue options I was between which I hoped would be interpreted how I expect it to) and for necessary buff rolls like the Mirror of Loss, but sometimes I did it to keep some key NPCs alive like Jaheira, who died at Moonrise the first time.

Who did you usually team up with? Kinda a harem squad since I had Lae'zel, Shadowheart and Karlach. I was very combat-oriented; Lae'zel adding support to Karlach's melee or Dec's ranged combat while Shadowheart made up for most of the magic with heals, summons and like 100 scrolls in her bag (Dec horded about 100 different arrows and poisons too, sometimes pays off). I respec'd her to Light Domain after the Nightsong stuff to fit her character and hair change - though I must admit I preferred the black hair - and gave her my Adamantine Splint Armour for defences plus the ring and Balduran's Helm for +5 healing each turn. Lae'zel was a Battle Master, clad in the Helldusk set, though I didn't use much of her Superiority dice moves; the enemies often made saves against it even with 18 strength (20 after the mirror of loss, and higher at endgame thanks to an Elixir of Cloud Giant Strength), I relied more on her brute force, plus reaction skills like Executioner and Sentinel, plus the Silver Sword of the Astral Plane. Karlach was a 9/3 Bear Heart Barbarian and Champion Fighter, I did respec her for the Feats but the Bone armour, Balduran's Greatsword and Brutal Jump also helped at times, plus the Gauntlets of Hill Giant Strength and the Amulet of Greater Health made her a high damage, near-200 Health-on-Rage machine (over 200 thanks to the +30 extra health at the final battle). I tended not to swap around a lot, I couldn't abandon my healer, loved Karlach's personality and I had sentiment for Lae'zel being the first person I encountered, she has the sad eyes too, but I did do some rare switching for personal quests. Initially I started with Astarion, but that's because of a misunderstanding of who Karlach was - more on that later - and it turned out that I wasn't doing much for stealth, I brought him for Cazador though, much like I brought Wyll for Ansur and Gale for the Book of Karsus. Later in Act 3 I played around with dyes and equipped everyone, out of fear that I may be sprung unprepared like with Orin - Halsin only had a torch - by all campmates joining the fight, it didn't happen but everyone at least looks stylish.

I go between whether I like Wyll's colours though, on one hand he looks like a Templar and the white would stand out in Avernus, other times he looks like a cosplayer XD Minsc and Jaheira needed no dyes the colours already suited well, but I do love the colours I chose for Astarion, Halsin and Karlach.

Who did you fuck? (romance) Probably would've been asked sooner but sadly Dec became an unintended bachelor, at least outside of the headcanon. He did share a night of passion with Lae'zel after freeing the Emerald Grove but it wasn't something he wanted to pursue further, our dynamic was more befitting of two soldiers, or at least a dynamic where we think we're the General and the other the Advisor. Had Shadowheart took 'later' for her drink offer as 'I want to see all the dialogues other characters have first' rather than a refusal there might have been a romance there, instead I feel we fell into a more sibling bond, she can be a bit too sassy at times in passing dialogue - I had hoped to see more development with her and Lae'zel eventually being friends. Wyll did his best to throw sad puppy eyes at me when I refused to dance with him but it just made things more awkward, Gale meanwhile probably was gonna make moves when teaching me the Weave but he was very hung up on Mystra for me to entertain it, I sat with him when he felt the mortal coil though. Astarion I think made a passing suggestion but nothing of substance, Halsin left it late after he got kidnapped by Orin - I didn't realise he had to physically join the party to be a part of the group until Act 3 - coming onto me right before I confronted the Brain which was quickly turned down. I believe Minsc and Jaheira are unable to be romanced atm, and I did not fuck the Emperor; it weirded me out that he just was there shirtless chilling next to my unconscious dream state. We killed Minthara, didn't know you could recruit or romance her in a Morally Good path. Which left Karlach, fuck did I want to romance Karlach, not for lack of trying either; but because when I met Wyll he was talking about killing her I immediately assumed 'oh Karlach must be that woman on the cover with him' (aka 'the bitch who could've been cool if she wasn't such a bitch' Mizora, who I also wouldn't have romanced given the option) and stuck a pin in it, I was also unaware that most Act 1 romance stuff would come to a head at the end of the Emerald Grove quest which I prioritized so I only encountered Karlach after I saved Halsin and the Grove, meaning I couldn't reach Dammon until Act 2. By then Karlach seemed to be locked out of romance, perhaps for another misunderstanding on my part too since I did upgrade her engine twice at Lost Light very swiftly, but it still was a knife to the heart after all that and the date at the circus that she called us 'just mates' to Fytz. All this and then they give us a better kissing patch ¬_¬

Yes so sad, anyway what about ~Astarion~? Astarion is popular, and I know why he's popular, and the scene of him killing Cazador was very well done...but Astarion for me though was just fine; I mean you guys see Karlach right? Part of the reason she stays my group was that I can't bear to part from her. A lot of the times my Morally Good options didn't align with Astarion's brand of pessimistic chaos, so he spent a lot of time in camp as I mispronounced his name until I heard it be properly said, which probably hampered his story a bit more, but we had a close enough friendship that he heeded my advice with the Ascension and the spawn, wish he reacted to me getting a painting of him since he can't see his reflection though, felt like something could've been done there. Jaheira was a fun personality too, angry old lady who says it like it is, kinda wish we had more to her quest, seeing her home and her interacting with her wards/children was interesting, Minsc was charming too in his simple way, would've been cool if he had more of a presence as well, like we could hear about Minsc and the Stone Lord in separate lights earlier in the game to build up to him. On that topic, I was surprised to find that there wasn't a companion for each role, I suppose there were constraints but Aylin and Zevlor both worked as Paladins, Alfira a Bard (though I don't think anyone would dare put her in the line of fire), I suppose there's little need for a Sorcerer when you had a Wizard or a Monk when you had a Fighter and Barbarian but it was strange, you get 2 Druids and your Ranger is built more like a Fighter or Barbarian (the latter I added to Minsc). I'd later learn that there was cut content for a halfling companion who was a werewolf, but I can see why that one was cut, with Chetney and all, but yeah not any halflings, Barcus could've been a companion even without the Artificer class, or a Dragonborn.

So how did your story go? Being the Morally Good Guy I was I went through most of the best options I could, but I also tried to avoid combat earlier on when I was struggling to work with it. I was friendly with the Goblin Camp for starters, since they thought I was with the Absolute and Dec is willing to put shit on his face to avoid conflict, it all went tits up after freeing Halsin and having to kill everyone but it may've had some benefit to how I could walk freely through Moonrise. Ironically it was the same with the Githyanki, friendly up until they wanted me to hand over the prism, though the Creche was a lost cause anyway, they're lucky I didn't ransack the place, could've gotten a lot of xp and loot there. I let Viconia live, so she can dwell on that burn Shadowheart gave her but oftentimes I was not so merciful, do wish I didn't kill that one Sharran with the letter of hating being there though, why'd you fight me girl? Same with the Bhaalist with the parents at Elfsong, and the goblin children, I was using nonlethal but arrows don't count as I'd soon learn. Allies were mostly good-to-neutral creatures like the Tieflings (though I wish I saved more, nobody told me about the harpies and I thought convincing Rolan to stay would mean the Grove not the Shadow Cursed Lands - also why send refugees who struggle with goblins through the SHADOW CURSED LANDS?) and 90% of the Ironhand Gnomes because fuck Wulbren - I didn't like Barcus too much at first, thought him rude, but when Wulbren didn't even show gratitude for his attempts I softened to him. Kindness made me quite the enemy to others however; the infernal naturally did not appreciate my deeds of pact breaking but saving the Duke anyway and pilfering the House of Hope, but to be fair Raphael (and his clear portrait of himself I clocked onto immediately when he was in his human guise to know he was untrustworthy) never repaid me in-game for 'killing' Yurgir, and Mizora would've squirmed a lot more in her Ilithid pod had it been a table interaction - though, the latter two were more than willing to help me with the Absolute, 'cept Raphael because he's dead - but in my defence I loved outwitting and being a sassy little shit to demons. Slaying the Chosen was a given, as a very Pro-Karlach guy I was never letting Gortash live, got the Father/Grandfather-Daughter set with Bhaal too. Killing the former Balduran was disappointing; as much as he was on my side he always felt like he had his own ulterior motives, he also had a superiority complex to him with his constant urging of being half-Ilithid; thinks it's not important that he's Balduran either, dismissing Ansur's legend until confronted by Ansur's spirit. Stealing the Orphic Hammer was an insurance policy at first, I could understand Voss' disdain for us using Githyanki Jesus in a box like a forcefield, but it's a shame that the guy who was all about trust decided not to trust me in releasing Orpheus; we could've stopped the brain together! Omeluum would've heard me out. I mean Orpheus was a bit salty but he at least was willing to negotiate and not immediately side back with the brain like a petty bitch. I'd say the gods have mixed feelings with me; friendly with Selune and Lathander at least, and whatever Withers is - though the guy roasted me about my love life. The rest either neutral or anti; Shar and Vlaakith (if you can call her a god) definitely hate me, because they're sore losers, think Myrkul and Bhaal likely hate me, Bane however seemed to respect game not sure how I feel about that. I don't quite like Mystra, think she's a bit extreme with her treatment of Gale, but I understand her role, valid god but shitty person. On the other hand I probably have Cyric's favour for helping the Strange Ox, which might be bad...but Milil was happy to be recognized.

In the end, most of the allies got to live somewhat happily; Gale got the orb out of him and became a professor, Lae'zel - having dealt the final blow to the brain - leads the charge against Vlaakith after Orpheus became a Mind Flayer and was mercy killed, Shadowheart has her family (Shar would've always been with her regardless of her choice), a bunch of pets and can maybe reminisce with Nocturne again one day, Jaheira and Minsc - once he survives Zhentharim execution, didn't realise I needed to have him talk to Nine Fingers - also can rest with her wards and probably share drinks with Nine Fingers until the next fight, Astarion sadly has no cure for vampirism but he is owning it and killing the right people (I like to think he'll get to see the sun again, maybe Omeluum and the Mycolids help), plus Halsin has a bunch of kids in Moonrise to look after, plus Thaniel, Oliver and a new Owlbear who I'd rather had left with Dammon given the option. Isobel and Aylin can settle down, Rolan runs the Sundries, Hope is free, Alfira and Lakrissa got their bard's school, Florrick and Ravengard resume leadership to rebuild, Dammon has his forge, Scratch found a new home in this Mindy (but I remain best master), Mol I'm sure will be running the Guildhall in a few years, Thrumbo has a shelter for his brothers, Mayrina will raise her son without the threat of a hag, Vanra won't become a hag (but does need therapy), and Arabella will probably be the next Withers after reading some more rocks. Yenna didn't seem to have an ending so I'll assume that she found a loving home too, maybe with Halsin or as one of Jaheira's wards, or maybe Gale wants a Sous Chef since she did bring her own carving knife if you didn't know. I wish Alfira got invited to the epilogue, god of song is fine but not the familiar face and it would've been cool for them to meet, nice to get a letter at least, and we'll have to visit Art's grave sometime. Surprised we got no word about Mizora, I didn't get a letter from Geraldus even though he survived, Naaber apparently had more in him after wanting to be a dog, sad not to get anything from Rolan, Devella (I know Valeria mentioned her but c'mon), the Gondians, Mol, Omeluum, or Aylin and Isobel from the epilogue, did we really need the ramblings of Ettvard? Plus the papers must've glitched they said Stelmane's killer was still at large? Post-credits scene felt a bit weak mind you, but guessing Withers is that old God of Death Jerghal? Least he's not a surprise villain to fight. As for me, well, I was never one to give up on people and neither is Dec, and thus Dec and Karlach brave Avernus to seek a fix for her infernal engine, punch a few demons and whatnot, Wyll is there too as the Blade of Avernus, a role he embraced twice after barely contributing to killing Ansur but that's more proximity. We'll chill in the House of Hope especially after her letter, but soon enough we'll all return to Faerun on a more permanent basis.

So you enjoyed it? Yes, very much. I did of course make a lot of mistakes though; kept forgetting about Dread Ambusher for one, my earlier failures at romance still stung, I think the game wasn't as welcoming to those unfamiliar to it. The dice did not like me many times, I once got a Nat 1 in a 2 DC with +2 bonus, I also have had several instances of back-to-back Nat 1s, even had 6 in two different streams. Combat was an adjustment period, I missed a lot of the time which was frustrating, or the enemy would make saving throws on my gambits, Karlach even got pushed into the abyss at the Temple of Bhaal, I was livid. I think I probably would've experienced more if the game established better that you can long rest as much as you like without turning into a Mind Flayer, because much of Act 1 was me reluctant to Long Rest because they say you can change 'within 2-3 days', as a result that affected some romance options too, nobody to spend the night with if there's no night, as well as other in-camp interactions - Astarion never tried to bite me for instance, and I'm sure Raphael would've arrived to reward me for killing Yurgir had we not dealt with a backlog of interactions. I remained quite the hesitant player too, I ignored Gale stuck in a portal for a while fearing some magical backlash was gonna vaporize me, oftentimes I expected worse than what actually happened. Graphically there were a few characters whose cheeks were being pulled to the far left side of the map which was weird, and some battles would have enemies who would just do nothing for their turns, and some areas didn't render quick enough to not be noticed, but it was small stuff in comparison, I didn't do much for camp clothes or dyes until late on but probably for the better since style should be for the final act. I also keep seeing stuff that I somehow missed in my playthrough; like there's an angry squirrel near the grove? A frog in Ethel's house? A bird who wanted help with the giant eagles? What? Where?

What was the most difficult part? Act 3 had a lot of tough shit going down, though one of my most memorable struggles was against Auntie Ethel in Act 1. Already deep in her domain at lv4 it was a rough run to start with, continually hit by Hold Person by her projections, only when I learned they were one-hits did it become a little easier, but without Extra Attack it was still difficult. After that combat was here and there, sometimes it was just the environment like being jammed in a pipe when fighting Minsc; Lorroakan was annoying, Grym I had to be tactical with the hammer, the Assassin at the Facemaker was quite difficult too because he'd Haste himself and hide. The Death Shepherds in the Mountain Pass were surprisingly difficult without the Blood of Lathander, much easier with its Sunbeam. The companion quest final battles of Cazador, Ansur and Viconia were each difficult in their own way; the former was most annoying because my party would be downed but the thrown healing potions weren't working (plus those downed members were the ones with Radiant damage and holy water), wasn't even Bone Chilled like with Viconia, Ansur was difficult because of his burst attack. Raphael hits fucking hard, but once I realised that Hope kept dying because she was getting backlash from dealing Radiant Damage it was just attrition and lots of potion throwing. Combat-wise I think the toughest battle was Cazador due to the glitch of thrown potions not healing, otherwise the toughest boss was Ansur. Overall the most difficult experience I found was the timed operations of the Iron Throne.

Will you play again? Most likely, which is something I don't tend to say so Larian did do their job well. Though I might wait a bit to play other games first and give Larian time to add more content and finer polishing, I think I'd have a better time with it the second time around, would definitely try to resolve previous wrongs or missed opportunities, though I doubt I'd look forward to everything there; killing the Goblin Camp was still difficult work, same with the Steel Watch and all the turn limit stuff, I'll at least wait until I have Extra Attack before dealing with Ethel in Act 1 and take more Long Rests, maybe rotate the party a bit more and try out some other classes - but you will pry Speak with Animals out of my cold dead hands! Learning later about there being a bunch of cut content would entice me to play a third time if they reach a stage where all the intended content has been added in, but there's not exactly a time frame for that or a clear show of intent so far, so we'll see in that one, for all that is cut it seems like the end product is the tip of the iceberg. Enjoyed the play, played for a long time, would play again: money well spent.

[eggymf-archived]

of paper planes and wildflowers; 13

ft. ominis gaunt with f!reader (series)

chapter warnings: nsfw, smut, porn with feelings, peeves (again), romantically feral(?) sex, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, p in v, doggystyle, just two idiots tryna bang and ended up banging in the end (noice)

chapter summary: for the sake of preserving your newfound relationship with ominis, you devised a solution that would grant you both joys of privacy: creating a hideout within a hideout.

word count: 6.9k (eyyyy lmao)

a/n: lacking the confidence with this chapter but i guess it’s kinda cute lmao. and wow those chapter warnings look kinda boring but it is what it is

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A life— a mere thread on its own; a crucial medium for an ongoing magnum opus. It was a fascinating concept that survived the ravages of time, representing every living being as a single thread that has been intricately woven within the never-ending textile that depicts the entire world. 

Like all tales that had been woven into existence by the unrivaled artisan of this fabled fabric, your story with Ominis was no different— a testimony to divinity's versatile cunning and vie in plotting one's destiny. 

It was all rather comical initially: getting involved in consecutive unsavory acts that resulted in both your voluntary separation, only to be brought back together by a sudden, random intrusive thought of sending a letter to a random person. One would never have thought of such a scenario to be the bridge that connects two souls together— to end up being in good spirits despite their initial prejudice against each other. In fact, nobody would've suspected that the two of you would fall in love in the first place. 

Needless to say, despite all the stacked odds, the both of you were undoubtedly an excellent match.

Oh, but what is a seemingly perfect love story without a little bit of conflict in the mix? Two people from opposing families falling for each other in the silliest way possible? That ought to stir quite the drama— a show that Ominis would've loved to eavesdrop on while sipping a cup of tea from the finest porcelain in his possession. Alas, it was a shame that he was one of the two who were directly involved in the problem along with you.

Fortunately, the solution for your current situation was simple enough: hide now, explain later. The oath of confidentiality was the shield of your relationship temporarily— at least until the both of you find a way to navigate through this sticky situation. Regardless of luck or whatever that was smiling upon your relationship, both of you had a part to play to preserve this bond.

It was a typical day in Hogwarts for the most part: just the usual students clamoring through their academics in preparation for their respective futures. Ominis was sitting in one of the few desks within an empty circular room that contained many globes and rolls of parchment tucked away neatly in the wall's built-in shelves. His hand was flipping through a particularly thick book on Herbology, while the other was scribbling away on a piece of parchment as he awaits your arrival.

It was an optional gesture, really. In fact, he should be focusing on his own essays, not jotting down summarized notes to help you speed up your process in this assignment. But then again, it was killing two birds with one stone: it would help him recall details for their upcoming exams, while also making your life a tad bit easier during these trying times— something that he'd definitely do for the sake of both love and efficiency.

“Ominis!”

At long last, his muse finally arrives.

Ominis was jolted right out of his focus, your familiar scent of peonies and freesias lingering faintly in the air as he instinctively ran his palm through his hair to smooth out any stray flyaways. 

“I have the books that we need. Goodness gracious, I've never seen the library so crowded before,” you whined, slamming a stack of books that you held on the nearby vacant chair. The first few books on your pile floated towards the lithe-framed male, putting themselves right beside his ink pot. He pointed his wand at the empty space beside his desk, conjuring another desk and chair for you to use. 

You gratefully allowed yourself to sit sluggishly at the seat next to him as you instantly slumped over the desk to rest your head on its wooden surface. You were visibly perplexed— a frown etched onto your features and your eyebags were becoming rather prominent due to insufficient sleep and countless workloads. 

For the past week, the entire batch of 5th years had been plunged into the depths of academic hell alongside the other upperclassmen within the school. There had been consecutive mock exams and quizzes to prepare students for the upcoming OWLs and NEWTs along with mountains of assignments that had your wits pulled taut, ready to snap at any moment.

Aside from the whole ordeal affecting your sanity in terms of your studies, it has certainly been taking a toll on your personal needs as well. Despite spending copious amounts of time together as study buddies with Ominis, there was no doubt that the warm embraces and discreet little pecks from each other were sorely missed. The both of you could only grumble at the darned invisible wall of responsibility that had cruelly separated the both of you apart, giving you no choice but to behave yourselves for almost a week and counting.

And boy, was it utterly agonizing.

Your visibly frustrated eyes scanned the circular room, and much to your quiet glee, it was just you and Ominis alone. 

Surely this time, there wouldn't be any interruptions, right? It was a peaceful Saturday with most students either going to Hogsmeade, staying in the library, or lounging about in the common rooms. Not a single soul was around, and there weren't any notably nosy portraits nearby that could potentially rat the both of you out.

Maybe it was time to try your luck.

The sound of quill scribbling on parchment halted the moment he felt the pads of your fingertips trace along the knuckles, seemingly in a thoughtless daze.

“... Yes, darling?” 

You bid your silent farewell to your proper decorum, scooting over towards Ominis and resting your head on his shoulder. He visibly tensed upon feeling the slight shift in weight before easing up as you shift your head to a more comfortable position.

“It's just the two of us, in case you were wondering,” you mumbled. “Give me five minutes and I'll continue studying.”

It was blatantly obvious. You missed him— a lot.

He smirks at this, snaking his arm around your waist to pull you closer. Suppressing a wide grin from making its way to your face, you press your lips thinly into a line, removing your head from his shoulder briefly to stare cheekily at his visage.

“Five minutes of what exactly?” he whispers into your ear coyly, placing his quill down. “This?”

He didn't give you a chance to even answer the question properly, a soft eek escaping your lips as he turned your body to face him. His palm was placed firmly against the small of your back, slender fingers tilting your chin up to look at him. His warm breath fanned against your reddened face while you held your breath, biting back an uncharacteristic squeal that threatened to escape your lips. 

Despite his calm exterior, he was, in fact, just as frustrated as you were— the only difference is that he was craving for something a bit more than mere hand-holding and butterfly kisses. And for you to fall right into his trap of agreeing to study in this desolate place? Voluntarily handing yourself over to him who desired nothing more than to savor you in every possible way? 

Maybe the both of you were on the same page all this time, merely hiding each of your intentions behind a veil of innocent nonchalance. Regardless of his raging hormones, however, he prided himself as a gentleman with morals— the final decision was always yours.

He could only sigh with pure adoration, feeling the supple skin of your face and the plushness of your lips against his fingertips. Your eyelids slowly fluttered shut at his soft caress as he leaned forward, his lips slowly reaching their desired designation.

“WHEEEEEEE!”

A certain poltergeist emerged from the stone wall, immediately shattering the deliciously tense atmosphere between you and Ominis, much to Ominis’ sheer agony. The young Gaunt was absolutely seething at this point— if thoughts could kill, Peeves would've been decimated by the horrific, murderous intentions that Ominis had conjured up within his mind all in a split second despite the non-being's incapability of death. 

Of course, he shan't show how miffed he truly is with that insufferable amortal. There were many different ways of expressing rage and disdain, after all.

He responds to the situation in an eerily calm manner, shutting his books and putting away his writing materials neatly, walking over to your own stack of books and tucking it under his arm alongside his own. You could only stare at him dumbfoundedly as you tail after him out of concern. Before leaving the circular room, Ominis quickly swishes his wand casually towards a very cackly Peeves, the poor poltergeist's gyrating voice immediately muffled as his tongue gets glued to the roof of his mouth by Ominis' non-verbal jinx.

Oh, he was cross, alright. Very cross. The sight of your lover’s cold fury had shivers running down your spine— whether it is out of fright, attraction, or both, you had no plans on adding fuel to his stress-induced fire.

Merlin, all he wanted was at least a damn kiss and the universe seems to be forbidding him from getting one from you. What was the bloody point of allowing him to be with you if he couldn't even give you a smooch at least once a day? Unacceptable. How utterly outrageous.

But no matter— he had a solution to this entire problem, albeit his reluctance.

Perhaps it was time to divulge one of his many secrets to you. With Skylar and Sebastian out of the castle grounds this particular weekend, he could finally bring you to his hideout where the both of you could finally have some uninterrupted time alone. 

But even with his confident, anger-fueled strides, he had his own reservations when it comes to bringing you into the Undercroft. It was sure to be dusty, and messy— far from being a romantic spot since that's where he and Sebastian often practiced spells of varying kinds; specifically the more destructive and forbidden ones. 

It felt rather silly of him to be in jitters knowing that you've probably been through filthier places considering your knack for spontaneous outdoor adventures during non-winter months, but it doesn't change the fact that you're his lady now. There are certain things that he'd rather not let you see out of gentlemanly respect.

It was too late for him to back out now, though— the both of you were currently standing before the allegedly dysfunctional clock beneath the Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom. You tilted your head in confusion, your line of sight darting towards the blonde-haired male.

“Ominis, darling. Why exactly are we standing in front of this old clock?”

The faintest of smiles graces Ominis' lips.

“You'll see.”

He flicks his wand towards the direction of the clock, its cogwheels, and mechanisms begin to click and spin before it halts with a distinct clang. Your brows raised in surprise as its face swung wide open, revealing a concealed passageway.

“Huh, would you look at that? Another dark, ominous corridor,” you peered curiously at the dimly lit stairwell leading down to an unknown area. “I think I'm sensing a pattern here.”

“Oh shush. Just go in,” he scoffs in amusement. You gladly obliged, eyes glimmering with excitement and wonder while Ominis follows suit, the door immediately closing behind him upon his entry. With his fingers finally intertwined with yours, he led you down the dimly lit stairwell slowly with the red blinking tip of his wand guiding you both. Upon arriving at the end of the stairwell, Ominis whisks his wand once again, the metal gates rising up to reveal a large room filled with crates, training dummies, and several spare tables and small blackboards.

Hogwarts truly never fails to surprise you with its plethora of hidden locations.

“Goodness, I never would've imagined there'd be a room all the way down here,” you mused, taking in your surroundings with great interest. “Is there anyone else who knows of this place?”

“It's… A Gaunt family secret, I suppose. But only me, Sebastian, Anne, and Skylar know of it. Also, we call this the Undercroft.”

You strolled around the relatively large room, taking note of several odd things that had piqued your interest: the blackboards that had several angry scribbles and notes written in Ancient Runes, Phoenician, Greek, Cyrillic, and Aramaic, the nearby blank stone wall that has faint golden inscriptions of magic circles and runes, and a triptych with two ripped-out canvases. 

“Seems like a perfect base for illicit little studies and spell-casting. I’m assuming Sallow has been studying the spellbook intensively in here?”

“Unfortunately, yes. I've been staying away from this place for that very reason,” Ominis sighed, scratching his nape sheepishly. “Honestly, we haven't been talking much ever since that day in the scriptorium. He's been fixated on that book, and it feels quite rotten to linger around knowing that your own best friend is studying the dark arts.”

You instinctively reached for his hand, rubbing small circles against his pale skin.

“Understandable. I still feel quite disturbed about what happened there, and I'm sorry you can't stay here as much. But that aside, it's not like we'd get much privacy either if we have our little cuddling sessions within this place,” you lightly joked in an attempt to ease the simmering tension. “For all we know, either one of them could walk in on us. I'd rather not risk it.”

Ominis chuckles mirthfully, much to your relief.

“And I’d rather not let you sit on any of these dusty crates or the floor, actually. Not the most romantic spot for a quick little kiss either,” he hums. “But I'd rather stay here with you than pop a blood vessel out of rage at every bloody interruption that occurs out there.”

You giggled in response at his words as the both of you sauntered towards the far corner of the Undercroft that had several barrels stacked atop of one another, pondering deeply on a solution. A nice little place for the both of you to relax in was certainly an enticing notion. Your eyes wandered towards a large, empty chest in front of you.

“Hmm. I think I might have an idea.”

“Oh? What do you have in mind?”

“A hideout within a hideout. Just for us,” you replied proudly, piquing his interest. “No one’s using this chest, right?”

Ominis traces his palm against the lacquered wooden surface.

“No.”

“Good. This will do. Stand back,” you instructed. Casting a non-verbal spell, the fastenings of its metal band and any external locking mechanisms were lifted, the little bits of metal falling onto the stone floor with a distinct clink. Its dimensions began to extend slightly, making the chest slightly longer and wider.

“Capacious Extremis.”

The wooden chest began to rattle and shake as if something was moving within it. While the Extension Charm worked its effects, you cast more spells on the object: the Imperturbable Charm, Salvio Hexia, and several other security spells and additional charms. As soon as the wooden chest ceased its movements, you knocked a specific beat on the chest, prompting it to open while a flight of stairs materialized within the seemingly cramped, poorly-lit space.

“Shall we?” you grinned excitedly, clasping his hand. Anticipation was buzzing within his mind, ever so curious about what you had in store as you led him down the flight of stairs carefully. 

As you had anticipated, the small, empty space was unfurnished, the only light source originating from the opening where the both of you had entered. With a flick of your wand, wall sconces materialized out of thin air to illuminate the space, placing themselves in strategic locations. Several incantations rolled out your tongue, conjuring and summoning various kinds of textiles, a lot of pillows, and a large bed frame with a cushy mattress before arranging them all at the far end of the room. The little nook now resembles a neatly-made pillow fort that could easily accommodate two people— its opening framed by thick curtains that could be utilized if its user desires more privacy. 

Meanwhile, an L-shaped bookshelf with its own built-in table was slowly being pieced together on its own, and various books were floating about and sorting themselves while two chairs popped out of thin air, tucked neatly under the study table. The books that Ominis held flew out of his clutches, placing themselves atop the table. A Potions station was being constructed near the study corner: a small counter placed itself at the far corner while ingredients within glass jars lined themselves up neatly on the shelves. 

You pointed your wand at the vacant space at the center of the room, a fireplace embossing itself from the blank wall, and a small loveseat sofa materialized before it. The flooring changes from stone to marble, while the ceiling morphs into a glass dome, revealing the appearance of the artificial night sky that you could change at your own will. A large window also carved itself at the wall recess at the bed area, revealing a view of the moonlit landscapes of the Highlands.

While ornaments and decorations were slowly appearing and organizing themselves according to the vision within your head, Ominis roamed around the room, taking in his newly-made surroundings through his rapidly-blinking wand. The former staleness within the enchanted space now felt warm and cozy, the faint scent and sound of the crackling fireplace flooding his senses. Pointing your wand towards the entrance, the lid of the wooden chest slams shut.

You had devised everything in a way that was both functional and convenient for him to navigate through with little to no possible accidents even without his wand: no obstructions at its designated areas for foot traffic and sufficient room for him to comfortably move around. Even the spines of the books in the study corner had bumps embossed onto its surface, the text translated conveniently for him to Braille. 

Upon reaching the far end of the room, he immediately sat down on the plush bed, sighing at its comfiness as he leaned back against one of the fluffy pillows. Your eyes scanned the room as you approached Ominis, pleased with the outcome of your little impromptu project before plopping right beside him, removing your Mary Janes.

“This turned out quite well, didn’t it? A hideout within a hideout!”

Ominis chuckles. “That’s quite the understatement, my dearest. I believe you’ve outdone yourself this time.”

“I’ll gladly accept that compliment, thank you very much!” you chirped.

He could only marvel at your prowess in Transfiguration and Charms: successfully creating a special little place like this just for the both of you within such a short period with little to no sweat wasn’t an easy feat for a young witch such as yourself.

“You know, I’ve actually always wanted to do something like this,” you shared, crawling towards the pillows and hugging one as you leaned against the wall. “Seems quite oddly reminiscent of typical childhood memories, no? Pillow forts, a secret base, and just the two of us. It’s as if we’re playing house.”

The fondness within your voice made his heart hammer within his chest, his unseeing milky blue eyes containing a sense of gentleness within them. Kicking off his shoes, he sits beside you, smiling wryly.

“I've never experienced those memories for myself, actually. And I certainly didn't expect to experience it right now either,” he responds softly, much to your surprise. Ominis wasn’t the type who would usually get caught up in future possibilities, but the thought of you possibly becoming his wife has undoubtedly stirred something within his soul. 

He could definitely get used to the joys of domestic settings, but alas, inexperience has a nasty habit of planting the seed of doubt within wounded hearts. 

“Isn't it too early to come to that conclusion?” he thought, his serene expression slowly faltering.

It wasn't a pretty notion— the intrusive thought would most likely serve as a possible topic for him to overthink about for the remainder of the day. You, however, with elation brimming from your chest, beamed at his confession. 

“Well, I’m glad I’m the first! Let's make the most out of it, shall we?”

And with just that, the awful din within his brain was immediately dispelled.

One thing was for certain amidst the stockpiles of unfavorable circumstances— he loves you most ardently, and that's all that truly matters at this point. He'll always choose to be with you no matter what.

“So… Do you like it? I know you can't exactly see what it looks like, but I've arranged everything in— mmmph!”

Gone were his reservations and resistance to his urges, hastily planting his eager lips onto yours with a sense of direness whilst cradling your face within his palms. Desperation was laced within every single one of his movements, his hand trailing to the small of your back and the other to the back of your head. 

It was a hold that only he could pull off— an embrace that encompasses protectiveness and love all with a dash of possessiveness and lust. 

All for you. Only for you.

It has been far too long since your last exchange of physical intimacy with him, and the thought of what may transpire next sends a delicious little jolt right into your aching core. Your body clearly yearned for him, easily succumbing to even the slightest of his touch. 

Thus, you gave in to his unspoken request, straddling his lap whilst gazing into his eyes that rival even the most pearlescent of opals before kissing him once more, your tongues entangling themselves fervidly. He was just as needy as you were, his member throbbing and twitching beneath the fabric of his trousers, hissing at the delicious warmth that had been brought upon his most sensitive area.

The both of you soon parted, your lungs craving for oxygen after that heated exchange. Your hazy gaze drank his form, biting your lip at how gorgeous he looked.

Disheveled blonde hair, flushed cheeks, bitten-red lips, and misty blue eyes darkened with intoxicating desire— the sight of Ominis reduced to such a state made you swoon.

“You truly are quite the sight, my love,” you murmur against the side of his lips before partaking in yet another passion-ridden kiss, to which he appreciatively responds with a soft groan. “And to think that you're all mine… It is truly an honor.”

Never have you ever been so spellbindingly enamored towards a man, and the intensity of your romantic feelings only served to make you even more insatiable for him. Truth be told, he hadn't expected you to be so bold this time around either, but he relished in the thought that it was only he who is given the privy to have you in this form: greedy for his touch and deeply in love with him, just as he was utterly and irrevocably in love with you.

Words will never be enough to describe his precious feelings, and he intends to go the extra mile for the message to be conveyed to you with his actions.

“I hope you're ready for what awaits you, my dearest,” Ominis mutters against your ear hotly. “... Because we aren't leaving this place until you're thoroughly satisfied.”

The ribbon around your neck was slowly loosened as he tugged on its ends, followed by the unbuttoning of the first button of your blouse, then the second, teasingly halting at the third. A whine bubbled from your lips as he dove into the crook of your neck, assaulting the delicate skin with open-mouthed kisses and occasional licks.

Ominis softly croons your name, inhaling the dizzying scent of your perfume and musk that sends him into a euphoric state. You were an addiction; a drug he could never forgo— it was evident with the way he held you oh so possessively: holding you close to his torso with his mouth latched onto your slender neck, bestowing the expanse of your skin with purplish red marks all while battling the primal urge of sinking his teeth onto your flesh.

He hums with gratification upon feeling your dainty fingers raking through his scalp, your head thrown back generously to grant him better access to your neck. His sinful tongue had already disintegrated the remnants of your self-control at this point, and you wanted nothing more than to chase the desires of your own heated flesh. Your hips began to rock shamelessly, your shaky breath fanning across his ears at the pleasant stimulation. Ominis bit back a moan, his cock delightfully twitching at the sensation of your movements.

“Mmm... Yes… Keep going…” he gasps at the delicious friction of you voluntarily grinding your clothed slit against his concealed shaft. “Such a good girl for me…”

The strain in his pants was getting unbearable by the second, droplets of his precum slowly seeping through the fabric with every sigh of his name that spilled from your saccharine lips. The growl that rumbled from his chest only served as kindling for the ever-growing flames of your feminine pride, the side of your lips twitching ever so slightly into a smirk. 

It was only a matter of time before he finally abandons all remaining shreds of his self-restraint. Who would’ve thought that you could be quite the little tease yourself?

You were taking your sweet time— lazily undoing his tie and unbuttoning his vest and shirt to reveal his pristine alabaster skin beneath the layers of fabric. A pleasant shudder ran through his body as you dragged your tongue along the column of his neck. 

“Ominis… My dearest, Ominis…”

The way you uttered his name with such need had him whimpering, biting his lower lip as your tongue danced across the side of his neck once more. He gulped, letting out a harsh exhale through his mouth as the pads of his fingertips sank into the plushness of your bum.

“Gods... I can’t take this anymore.”

A gasp escapes your mouth as he harshly pushes you down the mattress. He was mindless at his point, panting as his hands began to haphazardly strip you from all articles of clothing— all of which ended up getting tossed randomly in the room in reckless abandon. You bit your lip as he began to shed all of his clothing one by one. 

You were visibly flustered at his tasteful display, witnessing every flex of his toned muscles while your hungry eyes feasted on his bare form. He wastes no time caging you within his lithe frame, lips swooping down to meet yours in a sweet, passionate kiss. It was the calm before the storm; the stark opposite treatment of what was about to happen during the remainder of this session the longer he remains in this dangerous state of unbridled lust. 

The overall experience so far was absolutely divine on his end: caressing your supple skin that was smooth to the touch, inhaling your heady scent as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, all while hearing your breathy moans as he slides his long fingers oh so languidly against your folds.

“So fucking drenched for me…” he hisses softly, before sitting up to lick his honeyed appendages clean. 

“Mine… All mine.”

He grabbed a hold of your ankles, pushing your spread-out legs up before pressing his palm against the back of your thigh to secure you in place. He loved it all— feeling his lips glide across your delicious skin before stopping at your entrance, his shaky breath fanning over your leaking pussy.

It was an obscene position— your legs pried wide open by his palms with your knees close to your chest. You were completely exposed to him, and his mouth was hovering dangerously close to your tight little hole. The scent of your honeypot worsened his unbearable urge to viscerally please you with his tongue; preferably until you were a screaming, quivering mess. He already knew you were going to squirm once his wet muscle landed upon your delicate flower, which prompts him to grasp your thighs harder.

“Stay still for me, will you?” he rasps with pure arousal. “I need to devour you right now.”

A tremor racked through your thighs at the lewdness of his request. Without hesitation, he licks an experimental stripe along your drenched slit, moaning at your delectable taste while you cry in delight, your pelvis bucking up to his face instinctively. 

Truth be told, you weren’t expecting him to be this ravenous— delving his tongue into your folds to collect as much of your juices as possible. But feeling the actual texture of his tongue once again had your brain turning into mush. He felt your thighs attempt to close themselves shut, but your resistance only spurred his mouth to do far more atrocious deeds upon your most sensitive area. 

He yanks you closer to him, draping your legs over his shoulders, his lips never parting from your core as it closes in at your little pearl. Air ceased to exist within your lungs as he flicked his tongue against the bundle of nerves, attacking it with gentle suckles and teasing little prods. Your hands were clawing haplessly against the sheets, gripping whatever it could land itself on as molten fire surged within your veins, your mouth running dry as you gasped for air. You were helpless, given no choice but to keep taking all that he was bringing upon your body, and you loved every single second of it.

It felt too good— how forceful he is, the merciless flicks of his talented tongue, and his fingers that pistons itself in and out of your twitching hole. A chuckle rumbled from his chest as he felt your thighs slowly breaking into tiny little quivers: a tell-tale sign that you were nearing your release. 

You were so close. So fucking close.

Until he stopped, ripping his mouth away from you. 

“W…Why did you— ah!”

He flips you over harshly, his palms hoisting you up by your hips: face down and ass up— just like how he had initially wanted. You felt yourself flush a deep shade of red at yet another provocative position, letting out a surprised mewl as he gave you one final lick from the tip of your nerve bundles all the way up to your dripping folds.

His cock was so painfully stiff: pulsating and leaking beads of clear liquid at the tip. Ominis guides the head of his hardened length on your entrance, teasingly swiping the tip along your well-lubricated slit before easing his way into you, gritting his teeth at the mind-numbing warmth of your slick walls.

“Ohhh, gods… That's it… Gods, you feel incredible…” he drunkenly moaned softly as he bottomed out, indulging in the velvety hold of your fluttering walls. The grip on your waist only tightens as he motions you to the rhythm of his thrusts. It was just like how he remembered— you being oh so utterly pliant to his debauchery and providing him the best sensations that he could ever dream of. 

But this time, it was different. Never had he felt such an array of emotions towards any other person in his entire life. He was young, yes— but he was positively sure that he had been ruined for anyone else. He could never want any other person after all of this. It will always be you. Only you.

The soft groans of your name sounded like a longing prayer as he murmured it onto your flesh, your mind buzzing out of sheer elation as he peppered your nape and shoulders with a flurry of kisses. You propped yourself up on top of the pillows, and you felt him hug your body closer to his. His lips trailed from your shoulder blade all the way to the back of your ear, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin.

Feeling you arch your back against him, he encases your neck into a gentle grasp, humming in satisfaction as you rub your nose affectionately against his cheek. 

“Gods, I love you. I love you so much…” 

You sighed fondly at his profession, claiming his lips with yours, whispering your response amidst the breathy exchange of heated kisses.

“I love you more.”

He couldn't have been happier, nuzzling a ticklish spot on your neck which you responded with a burst of giggles while smiling from ear to ear.

Ominis resumes his movements, his shaft gliding slowly and deeply within you in short strokes. Letting out a soft whine, you began to move your hips to meet his. He took this as a sign, and soon enough, his sense of restraint was thrown out the window once more.

Your stuttered moans were like music to his ears as he gradually started to pound into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin getting more prominent within the quaint little space that the both of you shared. Puffs of warm breath in accompaniment with whispered praises fanned across your ears while you mewled in response in a heady daze. His hands danced along your sides in silent worship; as if he's committing every dip and curve to memory within this moment— that it was he who had reduced you into nothing but a moaning mess.

Ominis grunted, feeling your gummy walls clench as soon as he finally hit the spot that had your eyes rolling out of sinful indulgence. Squelches were soon added to the ongoing symphony of concupiscence, clear slick trickling down your inner thighs as his thrusts quickened. Your head was thrown back, jaw slackened, heaving out gasps of intoxicated, broken pleas.

“Right there… Please, don't stop… Oh, fuck!”

You were close to the edge, and he felt it with his own body— the shudders that racked through you out of your own sensitivity, and the tantalizing constriction of your tight little pussy. This time, he would be more than glad to grant your sweet release.

A cry of surprise bubbled from your lips, the pad of his fingertips swirling around your pert nipples before twisting and pinching them gently as he continued to snap his hips against you. Electrifying shocks of pleasure flowed from your chest to the entirety of your body in a matter of seconds, your heated core gripping his pulsating cock. Your own trembling fingers reach for your swollen clit, rubbing languid circles as your mind slowly blanks out into oblivion. 

“Fuck, I'm close…” he spoke through gritted teeth, achingly trying to prolong his release. “Where do you want it, my love?”

You could only smile at the question deliriously, rubbing your pearl faster as you inched closer to your own high. “Inside… Please, cum inside me. Please…”

How could he ever say no to that?

Every single rock of his pelvis resulted in a delicious moan, spurring him to drive himself deeper and faster within your core to quell the ever-growing, scalding desire that pooled within his loins. The both of you were a complete mess— bodies clad in sweat, hair sticking onto damp skin, and your own juices trickling down your quivering legs. But regardless of this filth, it was all highly addictive— and the both of you would do it over and over again for as long as your bodies permitted.

“Yes… Take it…! Take it! Oh, fuuuuck...” he hissed, his fingertips sinking onto the flesh of your waist almost painfully as he aggressively pumped himself within you.

You let out a whimper, shutting your eyes tightly while clutching the pillows, feeling your walls throb around his eager cock. With a final thrust, his pelvis stilled, ropes of his virile seed spurting within your insides as your hole convulsed and clamped around him, a guttural groan rumbling from his chest. 

He embraced you against his damp skin as he was milked dry before pulling out, his cloudy, viscous liquid oozing out of you slowly. The both of you collapsed on the bed, heavily panting whilst being in a completely mindless daze.

“That was…” you trailed off.

“...Amazing,” he heaved out while you weakly glanced at him, a lazy grin upon your features after hearing his response.

It was a precious moment— just you and him within your own little bubble of pure happiness, basking in the comfortable silence together as the rush from your prior activities slowly dwindled from your system. Ominis drapes his arm around you while you reciprocate his tenderness, gazing upon his baby-blue eyes with your thumb trailing along the moles on his cheek.

As you were playing with the tips of his currently disheveled blonde hair, realization soon dawned upon you— your forgotten assignments. Your once serene expression morphed into one of sheer mortification, sitting up briefly and shoving a very confused Ominis off you out of panic.

“Oh no…” you whispered. 

Ominis' eyebrows furrowed, sitting up immediately upon hearing your despaired tone. 

“What's wrong?”

“We were supposed to be studying, you know! My Herbology essay—”

Ominis couldn’t help but snort in response, biting his lips as he tried to suppress his laughter. 

Merlin, you truly are adorable.

“Stop laughing! This is serious— an academic crisis!”

That agitated, Ravenclaw-like statement only prompted him to chortle out teasingly of pure amusement, much to your chagrin. He yanks you back into his embrace as he plops right back into bed, your head resting atop his chest. Slender fingers combed through your currently messy locks in an attempt to soothe your worries.

“Don't worry about it. I wrote out the summarized notes for you,” he chuckles. “I'm pretty sure you'll be able to finish it easily with that.”

You turned pink at this, both flustered and flattered that he would willingly go out of his way to help voluntarily. 

“Thank you…” you mumbled as he gave a peck on your forehead.

Ominis hums relaxedly, his warm palm thoughtlessly placing itself on your bum, giving it a firm squeeze. Your eyes widened as you felt a certain warm appendage turn stiff, twitching slightly against your lower belly. While softly groaning your name, you were suddenly pinned right back onto the mattress, your wrists pinned at the sides of your head as he swoops down to your neck.

“W…Wait! At least let me drink the potion first!”

It was during the early hours of the morning, the enchanted window by the bed depicted the scenery of the sun almost peering out from the horizon. You had woken up hours earlier than usual to finish the remnants of your tasks while Ominis was on the bed, still sleeping soundly as you scribbled the last few words for your darn Herbology essay.

“And done!” you softly cheered, placing your quill back into its holder. You tucked the piece of parchment safely between your textbook along with Ominis’ notes gingerly, heaving a sigh of relief. Ominis was an absolute lifesaver this time, and you made a mental note to reciprocate his gesture as soon as you could. 

You glanced at your slumbering lover before scampering towards the bed, placing a tiny note beside his wand.

Grabbed some food for us. I’ll be back soon. I love you.

You gave him a quick smooch on his unsuspecting cheek, adjusting the blankets slightly before creeping to the entrance of your little base. As a precautionary measure, you slowly opened the lid of the wooden chest, peering through the narrow gap. 

You were about to push the lid completely wide open, only for a soft gasp of utter disbelief to escape your lips as you witness a certain Slytherin and Hufflepuff duo walk through the gold-inscribed stone wall, heading right towards the triptych. 

It seems that you and Ominis weren't the only ones that had some sort of secret going on within the Undercroft after all.

“...And now, for the moment of truth…” Sebastian spoke out while Skylar mounted a piece of canvas on one of the panels. You attempted to listen more closely, only to be halted as soon as you heard the muffled calls of your name, prompting you to quickly shut the lid soundlessly, descending down to the enchanted space once again. 

Ominis was sitting up groggily, his blonde hair sticking out wildly at odd places. You quietly giggled at the sight, scuttering towards the bed and sitting beside his rather adorable state.

“You're up already? Blast, I was planning to surprise you with some breakfast,” you chuckled nervously, only to be tugged back into bed by him, who was obviously still very drowsy.

“... No… Stay here with me…” he babbles. “... Need more sleep… You sleep too…”

A kiss was planted on his forehead, which caused him to grin cutely before slipping back into his dreamland within seconds. You smiled cheerfully, unclasping your shoes and letting them fall with a thump against the floor. You melded your body against him, nuzzling the crook of his neck.

But alas, you were unable to completely succumb to that pleasant state of ignorant bliss— not after you’ve witnessed two of your classmates walk through a bloody wall. The triptych, the wall, the Undercroft, a mysterious 5th year student with otherworldly magical abilities, and a young lad seeking the cure of an unknown curse— it was all a jumbled mess that even your mind was incapable of deciphering. You stared at Ominis’ peaceful face, thoughts running through your head before sighing in defeat.

“Oh well. I’ll find out about it soon enough.”

By the nameless artisan's own divine will, they have done it once again, weaving yet another fable within this realm with their own purposeful hands— a story born from an old tale that has yet to find its true ending: to end a recurring cycle of tragedy that has spanned for centuries. 

< chapter 12: the art of subtlety

chapter 14: in plain sight >

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Mutxip's Beginning: Part 5

The next night, he left early to get there before her. To give her a gift the same way she gifted him the fruit. He placed the bracelet made by Neytiri; he tried to do it himself, but it was getting to the point that Neytiri started to pity him and his lack of artisan skills. Kiri also absolutely insisted that he bring what she had made. Although it was apparent a child made it, it was the fact that she understood he was giving gifts to this mysterious girl, and she wanted to as well. In hopes she will become friends with Kiri. 

Carefully he places the toy and bracelet on the ground and proceeds to do exactly what she had done before and hide in the high ground. 

He sits and waits patiently for her. Ears twitching at each noise and tail flicking languidly behind him, he crouches and watches patiently. The roles have been reversed. 

Finally, he hears the familiar rustles of the leaves, and his ears perk up in excitement. 

The girl looks at the clearing in confusion; something is already there. She brought fruit again, but it didn’t seem as important as what was before her. Looking around her, she noticed the night air seemed a little calmer. Creatures in the trees above, sleeping peacefully, knowing the Great Mother would care for them. The bugs seemed to have left her alone, not bothering her tail or ears. Even the leaves appeared to not graze harshly against her this time. Instead, caressing her arms like a mother coaxing a child from behind her. 

 With this newfound courage, she ventures forward into the small clearing. She crouched and put one leg in front of the other, hands keeping her balanced as she slowly moved toward the objects. The ground lit up ever so slightly with her careful steps. 

The foreign yet familiar objects gave her a sense of ease. A doll that resembled the great sky beast sat neatly on the ground. Layed next to it is a bracelet made with many stones that remind her of a more peaceful time. 

As she got closer, it felt like she couldn’t take her eyes off the bracelet. A magnetic warmth pulled her in to shield her from the cold night. It reminded her of someone she doesn’t remember, only knowing she is missing something. That there is a hole in her chest that was once full. She is unsure what it was full of; she only knows it was where she felt the most comfort. Without it, she feels empty and alone from what she lost. Sure, her protector gives her comfort, but it is not the same. She isn’t sure what it would be, but she knows it is gone. 

She is crouched before the items, her tail curled protectively around her, and she caresses the bracelet, almost afraid to grab it if it breaks. Oh, how she longs for what she misses. She craves for the hole in her chest to be poured with something familiar and warm. 

She gently grabs the bracelet, gazing at each bead and braid with longing. 

At that moment, everything was still. The jungle, the sky, the wind, even his heart when he hears her soft sobs. The child was clinging onto the bracelet and the necklace that had sat on her neck since they met, which seemed to fit an adult much better.  Silently he watched as she cried, seemingly unaware of her tears as she kept petting the bracelet and rubbing it against her cheek. 

She then turns to caress the toy, using one hand to keep the bracelet against her cheek while the other inspects the small sky beast. She is confused as to why there is a wooden figure resembling the sky beast. What use is there for one – oh. 

Using the same movement she used while picking it up, the wings flexed as if the toy were alive. Again, she moves the toy up and down but with less hesitancy. She doesn’t understand why but finds great joy in watching the wings move.  

She giggles, and Jake swears he has never heard a more pure, innocent sound. He sits there, stunned and a little emotional. Seeing her go from crying to laughing, jostling the toy around. Essentially playing. He didn't think it would be possible so soon, but it is obvious from this display that she didn't spend her whole life in the jungle. She had a home somewhere; where she made emotional connections. It makes him unbearably sad for the girl. 

Without thinking, he jumps down from the tree, and the child silences herself, immediately grabbing her knife and crouching over the items. She growls at the unknown predator, eyes wide and pupils into a pinpoint. Her ears are pinned back, and her tail whips wildly behind her. She tries to locate the predator, trying to seem intimidating, silently hoping it would disappear. 

Jake takes his chances at seeing this display from behind the foliage. Slowly he steps forward, moving with his hands raised. Once she sees him, he watches as her entire body relaxes. Her ears perk up, pupils grow wide, and she tilts her head to the side. They both stay there for a moment, just watching each other. Jake doesn't dare take another step forward for fear of her running away. Instead, he slowly sits down crisscrossed and places his hands in his lap while waiting for her decision.

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