#good lord why did i write this

[deuxcherise]

Depravity

Caution: Includes adult content, NSFW, dubcon, unhealthy relationship dynamics, unhealthy behavior, gender neutral reader(?)

A/n: I just really wanted to write smut for the first time. Especially one involving a possessive male lead. Which is why I chose to post on Tumblr... because why not? Enjoy!

Masterlist

“Absolutely. Not.”

His answer to your pleas. No matter how hard you beg or scream, he doesn't let up his ministrations. He delights in how much you whine about how “it hurts” or how you “can't take anymore” apparently, but your body is much more honest than your words. Your inner walls continue to tighten and suck in his thick, fat cock as he thrusts his hips against the plush of your behind.

What? What about consent during and after? The ability to take consent away as you please, as your right?

HAH!

You don't understand who you're dealing with, do you?

All he cares about right now is making sure you both get a complete fill of each other, and that he teaches your body thoroughly and deeply exactly who it belongs to.

Consider it punishment for daring to let some hooligan touch you. Your lover should be the only one who gets to feel your soft skin, your scars, your stretch marks, your birthmarks–your everything. Even if that idiot only managed to grab at your wrist, your lover sliced that hand off so cleanly their blood vessels had to take a moment to realize they've been damaged.

Seeing your reaction at the time, barely batting an eye, your lover found solace in knowing you've truly accepted him for all that he is and all that he can offer you. You hadn't care about his status, his prolific background. You care about him. You love him.

So take it. Take his hot seed deep into your gushing hole, and let him have your entire being. For you are his now and his eternally…

[bro-atz]

there's this vid on twt where mingi yunho nd san are all demoing the hip thrust move from crazy form nd someone said yunho looks experienced and i just

this man is literally looks like a cinnamon roll, can pile-drive you into next year fr i can just imagine him like choking you and then thrusting so hard that your head hits the headboard and fuck it hurts everywhere but in the same breath you want him to hurt you? juxtaposition at its finest.

god i'm just imagining like his jaw is tense and his hair is wet and matted against his forehead, and he's just so goddamn thirsty and horny and is fucking you like he can't get enough

but also he's super fluid??? with his thrusts??? like yeah they're aggressive as fuck but also so smooth so suave so sexy like his dancing is seriously just how he fucks fr

nd he's not like yeosang or mingi w their deepass voices, but his voice can get so fucking low while he pounds the shit outta you and asks you shit like "you're just a dirty little slut aren't you? you've been thirsting for this dirty night for years haven't you?" and then fuckin' arriba starts playing in the background—

but at the same time i feel like he would be so caring and attentive during sex like he can either be a complete angel or a complete demon in the sack the duality of this man i stg

here's the link to the tweet if you wanna see it and also lose yo gd mind https://twitter.com/ha1az1a/status/1733175531691262262?t=_J0PlqocUQYNJt6WznM-Ew&s=19

[shower-phantom-ideas]

Shit take no one wants but Danny wouldnt trust any of the batfam. Like not a one of them.

Boy isnt trained like they are to notice peoples habits and tiks but he has one hell or a vibe check. He can’t tell they are hiding something everytime one approached him to try and see if hes a mata and or alright.

Some of them are clearly not ok by a living human standard but Danny isnt gonna out himself to weird vibe strangers. He didn’t even tell his sister now did he? He probably would t have told(watch this) Tucker and Sam if they hadn’t of been there.

Now I aint sayin he wouldnt reach out as Phantom to like check on their ectoplasm and maybe help em out, lord knows Jason could use some helpin out in that department. I also aint sayin the batfam would figure him out, they do be smart. But if Danny is in Gothem and he comes across a Bat in gear and outta gear hes probably gonna put two and two together. I always operate on ghostking au so im assuming hes gotten better at recognising ecto signatures.

Lord knows if it’s Jason/redhood than hes gonna for sure notice that one.

[shannonsketches]

I just think Toei gives Vegeta a lot of shit for a guy who's maintained his rank within the top ten most powerful beings in the mortal realm since he was like five years old.

[enhanced-operatives-division]

Junicrane/Starstruck Ramble

I will not be brief, all under the cut

To clear some things right off the bat:

No corpse, no proof with Juniper. Obligatory this is set in a canon where he's alive and adjacent to the agency in some way.

Reggie & Juniper are just gay to me, but I don't mind any interpretation of their sexuality

The games are set in 1967/68 to me (based on a couple bits in game) which is before it was legal to be gay in America at least (1971), which is relevant to how I interpret canon as being somewhat grounded in reality, despite unrealistic elements.

This is just an insane amount of headcanons/elements of and AU all culminated into one post. I will talk about some headcanons like they're just facts because they are established in my head, and it saves me over explaining literally everything, however I will explain some parts a little bit for clarity.

Alright. Actual beginning of the ramble:

Juniper is a character to me who had gotten so lost in his job as an actor and a social presence that in the end his whole life revolved around that 'role'. Because of this, by the time he's put into the situation where he's around the Agency, he basically knows nothing about himself, though he doesn't realise at first. Furthermore, what little identity he had has changed in so many ways. He's no longer a beloved famous actor in the prominence of public light, he's legally dead and he tarnished his career just before he was supposed to die, with the bonus of that making him lose the majority of his estate. From that, he also has horrific facial scarring from the electrical burns from literally having his face fried. I believe a friend of mine made a post about this a while ago (I also think they were the first to think it up also), but, to me, Juniper has a permanent trimmer in his right arm (aka his dominant hand) from the electrical current and it is messing with his nervous system.

All in all, he's not doing great, but he's too proud to admit that he's not doing great, because if anything, what's left of his ego is all he has as a defense since he's deep in unfamiliar water.

Before ending up around the agency (I have multiple interpretations of this, so I'm just going to bring it up generally), he'd never actually seen Reggie, and his only impression of him is a single voicemail, which was his only reference he had to later impersonate him. Juniper probably has very little feelings other than the ones he projects onto him because of Phoenix and that, at the very least, he's physically attracted to Reggie to some degree (that's like the beginning of how everything else would tumble into place in this sort of interpretation at least).

And on Crane's side? His feelings towards Juniper are probably very intense and muddled. On the one hand, he adores musical theatre, and that's his now ex-favourite actor. The thought of just casually being around him blows the bit of fanboy in him away at first because THAT'S the GUY, plus the inklings of a celebrity crush which still poke at him. And then there's the rational side of him, which knows Juniper has committed absolute atrocities on the side of Zoraxis, and hates him for that. Then there's how much Juniper comes off as an asshole at first because he refuses to cooperate with anything the Agency tried to put in place. He finds Juniper endlessly frustrating, and yet he's stuck working with him since, afterall, he's the one who knows the Agency's history with Juniper the best. I imagine him acting a lot like how he does IEYTD 1 around Juniper.

At this point, I'm just describing the pitch for a romcom.

I think the start of their relationship with one another largely started with Juniper trying to wind Crane up. It was a way of getting his attention, and I don't think Juniper knows why he's so dead set on that at first, because I don't think he realises he has a crush on 'this grump' at first. (I think that's actually the fun part about these two, because it's almost like a role reversal of the celebrity crush dynamic. This ex-big name actor has a TERRIBLE crush on an average joe and it is KILLING HIM.) But of course the Agency keeps them together because Juniper is at least conversing with Crane, so it's a start.

Through one way or another, they actually get talking casually, at least mildly at first. It takes Juniper a long time to fully deconstruct the wall he's built, and the thing is, Crane isn't the one trying to deconstruct it, at least at first, because yeah, Juniper realises if he wants Reggie to actually like him in any way, he can't keep winding him up. So they talk. Small talk at first, something rhythmic and almost easy to keep to a script. And over time that turns into actual conversations. Genuine ones in which Reggie rips out the occasional one of his jokes which Juniper is endlessly endeared about. The way he smiles just before he makes them, like he wants to chuckle at what he's about to say before he says it. That's probably when Juniper realised that he does have some vague crush on him, and that it wasn't going away.

This is what kickstarts John I can't-buy-you-things-to-impress-you-so-acts-of-service-it-is Juniper to do little things for him. It mostly starts off as him trying to make Reggie his tea how he likes it. However, the nerve damage in his arm makes that hard, as the weight of the kettle and trying to pour is hard all of a sudden. And he refuses to accept that, so he tries for a very long while. Long enough that Crane would go to investigate what was going on. And when he does see Juniper leaning over a cup with the kettle as he uneasily tries to pour it, and when Crane asks Juniper responds so matter-of-fact that his intention is nothing but genuine. And it catches Reggie off guard because Juniper hadn't done anything like that up to that point, and his very apparent vulnerability is so clearly on show.

It shifts something between them.

From that point on, conversations are longer, more familiar. Both of their attitudes soften, and Reggie makes more jokes. Juniper learns how to better use his left hand while strengthening his right back to a point where it could be used again. Slowly, they're both spending time with one another not because they have to, but just because they can. Little bits at first, not too far outside what they already were doing, but those little bits turned into long bits to a point where the other person's company was genuinely desirable.

As time passes, Juniper probably realises that he doesn't genuinely know much about himself or what hobbies he's into, because he never really had the time when he got big, and his home life in his youth wasn't bad, but it wasn't picturesque. I think Reggie would pick up on it, and absolutely try to introduce him to some things he's into. Some things stick, other things don't (corn husking very much stays Reggie's passion, and John will go with him sometimes because it's him, but it's not something he strongly cares for). Crane introduces him to a lot of music, and it's something that becomes a staple between them, with tracks they listen to more than others (tragically, I know relatively little about 60s music so I couldn't really say what). Occasionally they dance, never anything intense, think slow dancing, but the closeness is nice.

Through all of it, Juniper is battling the worst crush of his life, and he can't stand it, because I think he struggles to read people since he doesn't have anything like a script or a director to refer back to, so he has no idea if Reggie likes him back or if he's just desperate for that to be true. I think because of that any sort of confession between them would be incredibly raw, not only because of the time they live in making it hard for them to be truthful about how they love, but because it's a complete show of Juniper who's worked to be this better person. I don't exactly know how that would go, mainly because I don't have one set version of their dynamic, this post is just a generalisation of main consistent points.

Reggie does like him back, because he's gotten used to Juniper being just this guy, not a figure in the public eye, not a Zoraxis lackey, and not any sort of Agency operative (despite being under their care to some degree). He's someone he genuinely cares for, because they've given one another the time of day to learn one another, and I think because Reggie was a field agent, he was a lot better at reading Juniper than Juniper was at reading him. Eventually Juniper's company becomes something he could see around him for the rest of his life, and I think he accepts that he likes Juniper a lot more gracefully.

I think any affection directed at Juniper would at first be met with him feeling a little muddled. Reggie was a very physically affectionate person when he could be, and sure the initial flirting with one another came with the occasional little touches, but everything now was so deeply intentional. I also don't think Juniper would almost ever get over the novelty of being able to kiss him, or many other gestures, because it made the fact that they were together so very real, and it was great. I do think it comes easier to Reggie, and it's a big way of showing how much he cares, so it's important for Juniper to try and show it back because he knows how much it means to the other.

I like the idea of them eventually living with one another, too. I think Juniper would have always had a quiet little daydream of sorts where he does just live a domestic quiet life, and he can with Reggie (well, as close as they can get between the Agency and Zoraxis always being at odds), and he loves that, and he loves him, and it's immense.

I think they cook for one another a lot, it helps Juniper work on his dexterity in a controlled environment, which means a lot because it's a huge point of insecurity (that and his scars). He does improve, and Crane is proud of that and shows it and it's great. I also think they'd probably cook together too, because they can deal with being in the kitchen together and they work well with one another. It's probably a good way for them to unwind because over time they can do it in relative silence.

As I said before, I also think music is a staple in their household, and that Reggie listens to things on vinyl almost all of the time because he likes the background noise. Sometimes Juniper will catch him chuntering along to the music which he finds endlessly endearing. I wouldn't put it past his dramatic ass to also join in to fluster Reggie, but I also don't think Reggie would mind that terribly because Juniper has listened to the music enough to know the lyrics, and that's huge to him.

I don't think they are without rough patches, no relationship is, but I think the good part about them is that they're willing to talk about it (... eventually). They're used to long conversations, and while they're often less fun conversations, they're needed and they know that, and it works out.

Alright. I think I'm done for now. I haven't mentioned everything, but this definitely got the worst of it out of my system. If you ever want to hear any specific thoughts my ask box is open but other than that, behold my general dynamic for these two which has been festering in my head for years. I think they're great

[karnalesbian]

Ok as long as I'm also begging God to shape games in my favorite series [plural] in a specific way. Please for the love of fuck let the next fire emblem game (not counting the genealogy remake if that is indeed happening. the next original one whenever that is) PLEASE take notes from Engage's gameplay and not 3H's

please I'm fucking begging Engage had the best gameplay the series has seen in forever I don't care what they do with the story and supports and everything but if they choose to make the gameplay more like 3H than engage just because 3H sold well I WILL find out who made that decision, break into their house and decapitate myself in front of them while their family tries to eat breakfast

[mengyan]

thinking about how the very last gesture of love and affection dongfang qingcang ever received before the removal of his seven emotions was wu-gu reaching out towards him and wiping away his tears. and how before, when he’d cried after swordfighting, his hands bleeding from the weight of the iron sword, she was the one who told him not to cry.

and these two actions are what he has left of the knowledge of love, back when he had the capacity to feel it. and he carries them with him until he finds someone to pass them on to. and that’s why he tells xiao lanhua not to cry when she does, and that’s why he brushes away her tears with his thumb.

he’s telling her that he loves her in the only way he remembers how.

[sinning-23]

Socket Wrench: Chapt. 1

OKAY I finally found a name so if you read the introduction to the DK x reader this is the official title lol I was drawing a blank for a minute. Anyway, here's Chapter 1! Enjoy!

Introduction found here

Chapter 2 found here

Chapter 1: Am I dead? Or is this just Ohio?

Floating doesn't even describe half of what you're doing right now. If anything you feel like you're being launched gently in an unknown direction by some unknown gravitational force in the middle of what looks like sky??? A galaxy maybe? Whatever it was it was so damn ominous, but nothing peaceful lasts forever. You find yourself speeding up and burning into another tunnel, hopefully, a means to an end. The tunnel hurls you forward, the feeling of what seemed like grass breaking your fall for the most part. 

You heave from the impact, searching for the brothers but failing to see anything but jungle and wilderness. The last thing you needed was for some animal to decide that your time was up and they were feeling kinda hungry. In a situation like this, you figured the best thing to do was to sit ya ass down and wait for help but once again you choose to not follow the voice in your head. Hauling ass in any direction, you jump as every slight rustle of leaves and twig break. Clearly, this shit was no joke. 

Maybe you were dreaming? 

You ruled both out when you pinch yourself and take a niceee deep breath. At least you weren't completely useless, you knew how to throw a mean punch when needed. You trudge forward, and what seemed like a temple door becomes visible through the thick shrubbery of the jungle. You sign, feeling stupid for what you were about to try. There was a 50% chance someone answered as well as an equal chance for no one to be here at all, leaving you stranded in….where the hell you were. Where was this anyway? Florida? Nahhhh. 

You hold the door's handle, using it to give three firm knocks, sounding more like the police than a friendly passerby looking for instruction. You roll your eyes, a heavy sigh escaping your throat but before you coil try and knock again or even turn away to accept your fate, or even devise some kind of plan to get back home, you’re greeted by what seemed like the world's largest gorilla, a roar of sorts making you scramble, hands put up in defense. 

“JESUSSSSSS!” You screech, feel trying their best to get you back standing but you're far too startled for that.

Is this mf wearing a jacket….He’s wearing clothes???? Someone's pet maybe? You gulp, trying to gather your thoughts and try to communicate at least a little bit. This was a completely different world from your own…at this point, the only way to get back home was trial and error and you'd be damned if you gave up before even trying first. 

“I-I need to get back home. I don't know where I am or who’s in charge here. But I need help finding my….friends and getting home.” You speak, a sense of false confidence rushing over you as you try and make yourself look tough as nails even though you were about to piss your pants about 2 seconds ago.

The gorilla steps forward, trying to see through any facade you had, doing so successfully before stepping away. And then it…speaks.

“Get in.” 

—-----------

This was madness…..there's an entire civilization here…and it looks to be ONLY gorillas from what you could tell. Maybe you and the brothers were the only humans here… or maybe not? You were running off pure adrenaline at this point and even so, all questions you had were making themselves cozy in your mental filing cabinet The water is crystal clear as you travel by what seemed like a pretty modified Jeep. Your driver, the gorilla that SCREAMED IN YOUR DAMN FACE earlier, swerves and speeds like nothing down the wooden roadway, missing other cars by mere inches. It didn’t help that this thing didn’t have any seatbelts either, you felt that at any point in that crazy ass ride, you would have flown right out of your seat. You would give him props though because he got you to what looked like a palace temple in no time at all. Dusting yourself off you try and make yourself at least a little bit presentable to meet whoever was the ruler here. You had questions that needed answering effectively immediately. Hopefully, this ruler was merciful enough to not send you to a dungeon or some shit.

Pulling your braids to tighten your ponytail, you make it through an aisle of guards. Taking note of their attire, you're finally greeted by what looked like a smaller, older monkey sitting in the throne.

“Welcome to the Jungle Kingdom! Now what do you want,” His voice booms, as you raise a brow at the bluntness. 

“Just need some help, you just told me where I was so that's one question knocked out.” You explain, trying your best to be respectful seeing as apparently this was the ruler. You make a mental note to try and avoid conflict and get on his good side. 

“I came here through a pipe with two other people…my friends, well mentors? Or at least I think they came after me? I don't know. All I know is I came through a pipe and landed here. Your bouncer scared the shit out of me and now I'm here. I need to get back to them but I don’t know where they went.” You explain, realizing how unbothered this guy seemed at some random waltzing up to his Kingdom's front door and making it in.

“Sounds nice enough, what are you useful for? Anything you can offer in return for staying here?” He questions, most likely thinking of kicking you out to figure out this mess on your own. That was the last thing you needed. You had to try and convince this guy…

“I’m a mechanic? I noticed the cars you guys ride around in, I can help with that and you can help me. I scratch your back, you scratch mine?” You suggest, seeing him become slightly more interested in the fact that you knew your cars. 

“Well, they’re karts, and before I make any final decisions, where did you come from again?” He hums, stroking his beard. 

Was this mf not listening? You came from the magic pipe… well one in practically the asscrack of Brooklyn and now you’re here. 

“Brooklyn. And my name’s y/n” You explain as he waves you off as if to try and silence you. 

“Have my son take her to the garage. She can try her hand there, and in return, we help find her… associates.” You’re almost immediately accompanied by two guards keeping you in one direction and before you find yourself being shoved through the large double doors leading to the rest of the palace, the king speaks,

“And if she fails, put her back where she was found, I’m sure she can figure it out.” He chuckles, seeing the look of bewilderment on your face. 

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The halls are long and quiet, only the sound of your shoes hitting the stones beneath your feet and metal armor clanking echo in the silence. This was only a means to an end, you would prove your worth and skill and then you'd be out here in no time! At least you hoped so. Maybe you'd even learn something for your own spot. Knowledge was power right? Who says interdimensional skills can be transferred?

“Soooooo, who’s his son? The prince right? That makes him a prince?” You try to fill the quiet with the conversation but the guards ain't budging. Their job was to simply transport you from one big ass room to the next. 

You huff, coming to a rather abrupt stop. The guard to your left knocks, awaiting an answer to wish there is none. 

“Sir, your father requests you take this woman to the garage.” 

“My name's y/n I promise it's not hard to remember.” You shoot back, hearing footsteps before the door swings wide open revealing who you could only assume was the king's son. The prince? 

This guy looks far too douchey to be a prince. The tie he’s wearing is loose and what you would assume was his initials on it was far more conceited than you’d imagine. He's eyeballing you like you're crazy and before either of you could ask any questions, the guards are long gone. 

“I don't like this any more than you do dude, I just got here okay?” You huff, putting your hands up in defense. 

“Yeah great. What did my dad need?” He's short with his response, whatever he was doing prior MUST have been far more important than this simple task his father requested. 

“Take me to the garage, see if I'm useful, if not kick me out and let me fend for myself.” You explain, arms folded. 

He shrugs, leading you through more halls now. At least it wasn't dead silent anymore, this one was far more chatty than the others you’d encountered thus far. 

“Soooo, this garage, whatcha got in there? I work on cars back where I'm from.” You ask, trying to catch up to him, then finally keeping pace at his side. 

He puffs out a bit of air before absolutely throttling you with information. He was awfully talkative, turning the conversation from that of the karts to him. Guess he reeeeally loved talking about himself. Typical prince behavior…sorta. 

“It's funny actually that I ended up here. I'm sure my odds elsewhere wouldn't have been in my favor. At least I can work.” You interrupt, more so talking to yourself now. 

“I’d just opened my own shop back home, gosh it was such a big deal and my dad doesn’t even think I can do it. I'm sure my services would be better off here anyway.” You chuckle bitterly. 

He was much taller than you, a stupid shit-eating grin splayed over his features, you're gazing upward at him, a slight tension building. 

“I'm sure you’ll be just fine. Seems like my dad and your dad have something in common.” The statement sounds a bit bitter but you don’t question it.

“Yeah… Hey, you’re chatty, bet the others just love you don’t they?” You joke, and he confirms this fact. Guess ‘ol boy was a bit of a celebrity. 

“That's cute, you like the attention?” You ask, trying to be somewhat flirty. He catches on and only leans toward you, making sure you knew how much bigger he was,his height, and just overall build make you shrink a bit. 

“Yeah, and I bet you prefer to keep to yourself? How cute.” He mimics, that stupid smile still splayed over his face. 

You'd hardly noticed how much time had passed talking to him but after wandering parts of the palace, you finally made it to the garage, the sound of work being done is exciting. You try to stop yourself from squealing in excitement but fail. The prince, who you decided to refer to by the initials on his tie, seemed somewhat intrigued. Your jaw almost drops when you walk in, the plethora of materials being used to build such intricate machines

“Please tell me I get to build a kart.” You whisper out, trying to take it all in.

“If you can figure out how you don't have to get kicked out. You look like a smart girl. I'm sure you'll be able to figure it out. Plus the mechanic stuff helps.” He chuckles, watching you look at the selection of cart items. 

“Teach me. Show me the basics, please? This is some other shit. We don’t have this in Brooklyn but I promise I’m a fast learner.” You hum, eyes wide at how easily some of the steps to building a kart had become with whatever system they were using. 

“No can do, lady, you gotta try your hand at it on your own. Don't worry, I know you just love my presence so I'll come to check on you in a while. Have fun.” He chuckles, leaving you to fend for yourself in the business of the garage, a series of glares practically burning into your back. 

“And my name’s not lady!” You call out, a smile creeping onto your face.

[baeshijima]

i fucking hate this gane

throws up tears

[endawn]

REFER HERE . act 3 conclusion to his 'personal' quest. sort of. bal reclaiming the rite would involve ascending pax. thereby making PAX a vampire ascendant instead of caz or astar..ion. which, would only deepen mol..ag’s hold on him and bring his body all that closer to becoming a vessel / conduit for bal to cross over into the mortal plane with. not only is the tadcrew saving pax and all those spawn, but the world from another being bent on death and domination. before the crew sets out to deal with caz, there will be a little camp event involving pax where he’ll mention feeling strange but believes it to be the lingering necrotic energy he absorbed while in the shadowlands ( this will be important later ) compounded by being a tad overwhelmed by the hustle & bustle of the city as he has not been in one for some number of years. he can be questioned further and if a perception check is passed, the pc can notice he’s nervous about something. if persuaded, he’ll admit the events at the mausoleum are weighing on his mind. yet, he’ll seem hopeful it is not possible outside of the shadowlands despite the absorption of necrotic energy. if asked if he’s still fit to fight, he’ll assure them he is and it’s really nothing to concern themselves over. if, however, the pc tells him to sit this one out and rest, he’ll agree and say it might be for the best.

if he is brought along, after defeating caz, pax will cry out and fall to the ground as he holds his head. mo..lag wields a form of mind magic: he intrudes upon the minds of mortals as a form of torture. it is an invasive, agonizing experience. by forcing his way into a mortal's mind, he can show them horrific visions. he does this in an attempt to make pax more susceptible to possession; break his will. this together with using his influence over necrotic energies, bal is able to take over the knight's body. if going with the left at camp choice, pax will show up right after defeating caz but not before the crew can pull him out of his coffin. the dawning realization something is wrong with him; his eyes. the light in them is void. there will be little time to react before pax starts attacking the party. a voice not quite his own begins thanking them for returning his rite to him. they will remember it as mol..ag’s when he possessed pax at the thorm mausoleum. the tadcrew can either try to kill pax, knock him out or try to survive 9 turns against him like with hal..sin’s portal.

note: he has the standard vampire powers of being rather resistant to bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing damage and is unaffected or barely harmed by necrotic magics, resistant to cold and lightning, and completely unaffected by psionics and paralysis. in addition to this, they'd have to overcome his regeneration by using holy water, any spells that produce sunlight or deals radiant damage. creating water and having it act as running water would deal acid damage and debuff him slightly. though, he is more resistant to sunlight than standard vampires. he'd be able to manipulate / pull the blood out of an opponent from a distance sparingly, try to dominate them with his gaze, slam, punch, rend, bite, teleport in mist or as a swarm of bats, turn invisible, thrall person or use his skills as an eldritch knight [ gestures vaguely]. action surge, eldritch strike, weapon bond, war magic, shatter, scorching ray, shocking grasp, thunder wave, magic missile, misty step, shield, booming blade ( need to look into him game wise ).

during the entire fight, pax will be trying to resist mol..ag and regain control of his body. he'll occasionally receive a dazed condition and won't attack or will miss them. apologies can be heard as he strains to speak to the party; apologizing for attacking them. he does not wish to hurt them, he's trying to fight. resist. mol..ag will retort by calling him weak or a worm. as pax is addressing his friends, he'll also invoke a divine each round starting with sten..darr preserve me. if the party is able to survive the 9 rounds, it ends with pax invoking akat..osh and then addressing them all by going divines ! purge this foul darkness ! but not before asking his friends for forgiveness ( or directly going forgive me, cor meum. my heart, forgive me. if romanced ). his body is lifted into the air and erupts in a blinding, all consuming light. as quickly as it came, the light will recede and he’ll drop to the floor while smoke wafts from skin. charred and burned , but otherwise seems to be whole. an outcome he did not expect. he believed he would perish when he invoked the divine spirits. leave naught but ash , purging all of mol..ag corrupting presence.

when approaching his body , they can attempt to shake him awake. it will not garner a response. the pc can then decide to do nothing or cut their palm to allow a few drops of blood to fall into his mouth. doing so stirs him to a semiconscious state and heals a few wounds present on his body. propping him up and offering him a wrist to bite will be met with meek reluctance. if they insist, he’ll bite only briefly and abstains further as he does not trust himself not to take too much in his current state. he’ll use what strength it game him to assist them. otherwise, the party has to deal with caz in his coffin by themselves. during the fight with pax, caz was able to recover some of his health but will be much easier to defeat. IF they wake pax up via blood, despite his still injured state and experience with mol..ag, he'll use his vampire lord form to help end caza..dor one final time. collapsing from exhaustion not long after the battle ends and will not wake again until a day has passed. the tadcrew will have to carry his body out of the palace either way. when he wakes, pax thanks them for helping him and laments on his inability to resist. if questioned on the possibility of mol..ag returning, pax will admit he will but not for a long while. for once, he feels....unburdened. that not all is entirely lost, perhaps. maybe there is some hope for him? at least it was a small consolation his gods answered his pleas. while they could not remove the taint entirely, they were able to temporarily banish bal when his power waned from the strain controlling pax placed on his reach & influence in fae..run. if asked about mol..ag reclaiming the rite, an answer will not be given. he is uncertain. regardless, he'll be notably....happier, but attention quickly turns to defeating the elder brain.

ANOTHER THING TO NOTE: if they manage to kill pax, that’s that. he’s permanently removed as a party member. his body turns to ash. mol..ag will not appear in camp to offer pax’s resurrection for a price. withers will be unable to resurrect him. if they defeat ( KO ) but don’t kill, mol..ag will be unable to maintain his possession of pax. he will be too weak to extend his reach pass the watch of the faerunian gods. the prince will slink back to his domain.

[scrawnytreedemon]

What stupid names? Can I know the names?

Ghirahim, Sephiroth, Zant, Kirby... I'm blanking but I know I have so many more.

(shout-outs to Cris!!! love ya buddy xoxo)

Micolash is a perfectly respectable irl name(a Hungarian variation of "Nikolas", iirc), but on him it has such a Vibe but then again I am writing Him. The name is the least outrageous thing here lmao.

In general, I tend to like villains, and villains tend to have "stupid-as-fuck-on-a-real-person" names. They might be perfectly serviceable with titles, but the moment you take them into a more intimate setting it's just... Bro. You're getting called that, on a day-to-day basis?

God, so sorry for blanking out on the more ridiculous names, I know I have more... But I think the grandiosity of the first two should do plenty well.

[br1ghtestlight]

i dont really ship bob with anyone other than linda (and teddy if its a polyam ship) but its fun to put him in romantic situations w/ any random ass guy he meets who is clearly sexually attracted to him. let the man live a little. he only wants to be with his wife in the end anyway

[sekaithemystic]

Someday I do the craziest shit ever. For example, dumping my assignment to write this barely incoherent Shadowheart x Tav fic because I want to eat cement after seeing her Dark Justiciar epilogue and I need angst to power me through the week.

[fagoutboy]

the more ive sat and thought about it the more dissatisfied i am with that doctor who finale

[meadowsofmay]

thanks to julia now i am thinking about thranduil seeing his son grieving his friends after the passing of gimli, the last mortal one, in undying lands. him sitting by his side on the shore, hugging his hunched shoulders, and legolas leaning onto him, hiding his tear-stained face in his chest as he mutters almost illegibly their names. one by one. starting with aragorn and finishing with the hobbits.

i grew accustomed to the thought that i would lose most of them in the battle, he says, clutching his father's bright green gentle robes, but why does it hurt so much more to lose them to the passing of time, father?

thranduil shuts his eyes tightly and kisses the crown of his son's golden hair, as he takes a deep breath to say the truth that he himself barely accepted,

the war is over, my love.

legolas stills in his embrace, only the rapid beating if his heart gives away his inner turmoil. thranduil is all the more aware of it as it is his guidance on how well of a job he does to console his son.

it might be hard to accept, but legolas, don't grieve those who left the world of living content and settled and loved. they won't want that of you. they would want you to remember, his hand softly finds its way on legolas' chest, and i know you will, you will keep them close for they were the most dear to you. so it's okay to cry, it's okay to hurt for goodbye is always the hardest part. but they deserved their peace after all the great deeds they dedicated themselves to. hold onto that because it is time for you to let yourself accept your well-deserved peace, too.

and he is left to only hope that legolas will listen. that he won't torture his gentle but all the more stoic heart with the memories of funerals. thranduil can only hope as his son fell into slumber in his hands to the sound of waves' lulling murmur.

[sinning-23]

Socket Wrench: Chapt. 3

Sooooo this chapter ended up being kinda lengthy ngl. Im REALLY tryna build that tension between DK and the reader but also make it kinda awkward cause they just met but they can't help but like take jabs and flirt back and forth with each other cause they've gotten a bit comfortable with one another. ANYWHO, enjoy! Maybe 3-4 more chapters after this annnnd then it shall be COMPLETE lol.

ALSO, Chapter 2 found here

ok, I'm done fr. enjoy :D

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Chapter 3: Blow dice, Kiss tires

“So we ambush them at the end of this road?” You question making sure you got all the details right as Peach nods sternly. 

The plan was to use the carts to try and get to Bowser before he even knew it and not only save Luigi but the Mushroom and Jungle Kingdoms from being attacked. If he was coming to the Princess he wasn't going to just stop there, he’d take over everything. The next step was to prepare, and quickly. Luckily, the garage wasn't too far, and based on what you’d learned from your last time being there, they could build their carts easily, and you'd be able to finish yours with that kind of tech. 

“Let's make moves then.” You hum, leading the way to the garage, DK close behind. 

There were a few things that needed to be addressed but you kept your mouth shut, trying not to think about how well this whole plan would play out. Worse comes to worse, you die here or even one of them gets hurt and the plan goes to shit. You sigh heavily, gaining even more of DK’s attention as if he wasn't burning holes into you every time he thought he could catch a glance at you while you walked. 

“You look tense,” He begins, following you to your bike once the garage is opened, trying to get you to break your silence. 

“I'm kind of freaking out, but it's fine.” You admit, trying to shake your nerves off as you place the tires onto the bike you crafted, the model and color of the rims contrasting nicely with the overall build.

“You're gonna be fine, just stick close to me, and no worries.”He offers, voice raised an octave

“With how you got your shit rocked earlier? I’ll take my chances.” You shoot back jokingly as he laughs sarcastically at the jab. 

“Very funny.” He responds, watching you work in awe. You moved so quickly yet so precisely. He had hardly noticed you placing the final details before hopping on and revving it. 

“Perfect.” You whisper out, jutting your head for him to come closer. 

“Kiss 'em.” You chuckle, motioning towards the tires. 

“What? Why?” He laughed back, trying to figure out where you were trying to go with this. 

“For luck, it's like blowing dice right?” You question, revving the engine again.

“I need all the luck I can get pretty boy. So how about this, you kiss my tire and I’ll kiss yours. Deal?” You joke, seeing him shake his head as you hop off the bike, a flustered look on his face. 

“I'm just messing with you, let me change and I'll be back to help with the rest of the karts.” You gulp, patting DK’s shoulder before heading off. 

He shakes his head, making his way to his own kart. Kiss the tires? Weird request but you did ask nicely. Though, he was more reeling over you calling him ‘pretty boy’ more than anything. 

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Not much time had passed when you returned, a biking suit matching your motorcycle much like how the Princesses matched her own. Guess great minds thought alike. 

“Looks nice, yeah? You should take a picture, it'll last longer.” You hum, catching DK eyeballing you a little bit longer than usual. He smirks at your statement, watching you fix your boots.

 You pause for a moment, motioning for him to come closer, which he has absolutely no problem doing. Before he can even process what you were trying to do, your fingers are already adjusting his tie with a soft smile. 

“Now we both look nice.” You hum, driving forward and leaving him somewhat slack-jawed

It was about time for you all to leave, the bike and karts aline revving to prepare for the battle ahead. You sigh, rolling your bike next to the Princess as she smiles back at you, happy to have another woman on the team. Girlbossing alone gets exhausting after a bit. You rev your bike and dart out, eager to get to where you needed to as Peach follows next to you.

You hadn’t been able to ride a kart on your own yet, but damn did it feel nice speeding on these foreign roads, the wind blowing your braids back, the ponytail you once had discarded for your usual down look. You were so caught up in your own head you hadn't noticed Peach trying to get your attention.

“So, did they make you duel too?” She jokes, keeping up the conversation. You giggle in response

“Fortunately for me no, I wouldn't have won that fight. DK seems to know what he's doing. I just proved myself by working on the karts. It was fairly simple to understand.” You explain, a prideful look splayed over your features.

“I see. Soooo, that's why you two are on good terms, or maybe?” She side-eyes you, smirking but you quickly shut it down. 

“Oh stop! He just showed me around the kingdom and the garage…and we talked.” You explain, reminiscing over the eye contact and light touches. Hell, even the quick interaction from the garage. How stupid was that to ask him to ‘kiss the tires’ jesussssss. 

“Wait no! Listen, he's a prince and I'm some random girl from Brooklyn. Besides I mean I'm sure he's got plenty of fans drooling over him. Honestly, I don't know how to feel, he's such a dork.” You giggle, trying not to steal a glance at him and failing. Looks like a quiet conversation with Mario surprisingly. 

“Honestly, I wouldn't mind staying here with him. He may seem like a showoff, which is very true but he's a sweetheart under it all. I actually think he wants me to stay too.” You explain, that same hotness crawling up your spine and into your face.

It wasn't long before Mario drove up beside her, also striking up a conversation while you lean back and take his previous place next to DK. The silence seemed to drag on as you both looked at each other simultaneously, only to look away and clear your throat. There's definitely tension here, awkward, flirty, or otherwise and god was it suffocating. 

“How's it riding?” He chokes out, trying to cover up his embarrassment. 

“Oh, um it's perfect! I’ve never built my own bike before.” You giggle, adjusting the way you were sitting, catching his eyes again. 

“I'd hope so, otherwise that kiss was for nothing.” He quips, avoiding your gaze with that stupid boyish grin. 

He actually did it for you?

“You…really?” You sigh, heart beating out of your chest as your face feels as if it's gonna melt from how hot it is. 

“Yeah, I figured why not. The fact that you suggested it was cute.” He admits, seeing you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth. 

“Didn't think you’d take me seriously, I didn't even follow through with the deal.” You hum, finally gaining the courage to look at him

“I know, you can make it up to me later.” He chuckles, the statement laced with something suggestive.

You speed up, seeing the ramp come to an end, DK catching up behind you as you begin following down Rainbow Road. There wasn't much left to cover before you made it to your destination, and anxiety eats away at you.  It wasn't hard for DK to tell so he sped up just to catch up to you, wanting to keep you from isolating yourself. 

“The crease on your forehead is gonna be permanent if you keep looking like that.” DK jokes, poking the spot as you smile into the touch a bit, pulling away just before he could notice. 

“I know, I know. Just nervous.” You admit, a heavy sigh filling the air. 

“I get it. A lot has happened to you so far. Like I said, just stay close.” He hums, shooting you a smile you so desperately needed to see. 

You giggle a bit, shaking your head. 

“Hey, I got a question about that duel earlier.” You add, seeing his interest spike. He loves answering questions you had for him, and it seemed he was comfortable enough to ramble on and on about whatever the next topic led to. And you were happy to listen. 

“You have a theme song? That's actually hilarious, but kinda cute.” You joke, as his face seems to flush and he clears his throat. 

“I-I didn't think you were paying attention to that.” He admits, trying to avoid your teasing gaze. 

“Ohhhh I paid quite a lot of attention to your showing off, saw you flex, kiss your muscles, pop your pecs, and thrust the air back to back…You’re quite the showoff aren't you?” You taunt, a laugh escaping your throat. 

He’s cute when he’s embarrassed, hand gripping the wheel for dear life and he looks elsewhere.

“Ohhh don't get shy now. Your fans adored it, and I'll admit, watching you fight was pretty fun. You play dirty though.” You explain, noticing his once embarrassed expression warp into a flirty smile.

“First of all, I'm like, the most UN-SHY person you’ll ever meet. And second, you just admitted to liking the show, so I must be doing something right huh? I bet you liked me playing ‘dirty’ huh?” He bites back, watching you freeze up.  

It was your turn to be shy now. 

“Y-You… I never said-....shut up and drive boy.” You sputter, trying to hide the fact that you may or may not have exposed yourself. He laughs in response, shaking his head at how you could dish it out but not take it. Despite the moment being nice, something was wrong….If this Bowser was any kind of smart, he would have insight into your plan and come up with some kind of counterattack.

And sure enough, there was a brigade of soldiers from who you could only assume was Bowser. “It's an ambush!” Peach calls as you speed up on your bike, trying to figure out the best strategy. 

The rest of the army speeds up as well and war ensues upon the road ahead, shells and banana peels flying from either end, anyone bound to get caught in the crossfire. You dodge a red shell, using one of the other koopas as a projectile, tossing the shell over your shoulder and passing one to the princess. 

You managed to get separated from the main group, a gang of 4 hot on your tail as you try to lose them, slamming on your breaks as they speed past and you make a U-Turn, heading back to the group. 

The sound of screeching tired and angry shouting fills your ears all before a loud boom shakes the road, making you lose balance off your bike and fall off. The blast was looser than you expected, the wave sending you backward and leaving your ears ringing. The world spins as you try to regain balance, a sense of panic taking over as you hear Peach call for Mario and sure enough falling into the water below, was Mario and DK. 

Your feet move on their own, your books padding against the road as you try to dodge debris and dive in after them. DK was almost immediately knocked unconscious by a tire that had fallen, leaving you and Mario to swim after him to pull him back to the surface. You’re 

gasping for air, trying to catch your breath as you choke on the salty ocean water.

 “Find something to float on!” You cough out, grabbing onto whatever you could while DK chokes out the water he swallowed.

“You saved my life.” He huffs, more surprised that Mario did but grateful you helped as well.

"Yeah well, I won't tell anyone," Mario responds, hoping for a lil camaraderie.

"Good please don't," Gk responds, seeing you snicker and shake your head. The moment was unfortunately cut short as the three of you found yourselves scrambling to get away from an eel that was hellbent on swallowing you whole. 

-Meanwhile-

Peach speeds down the remainder of the road to get back to her kingdom. The plan had obviously failed and as far she knew, you Mario, and DK were as good as gone. The Kong army had been captured and scooped away to be held as prisoners by Bowser. There was almost no time to evacuate the kingdom but she was quick and concise in her decision, rushing any of her citizens to safety before preparing to face Bowser alone. 

The ground shook and trembled as his floating castle hovered overhead. It was now or never, if she could at least keep him occupied here and keep her subjects safe, she’d fight til the end. She was surrounded now with Toad by her side as she held her weapon defensively. 

-at the bottom of the FUCKING ocean-

You're pacing now, trying to see if this eel had an exit. Hell if it wasn't gonna open from the front your best bet was the back, but after walking for so long you figured there was no use. Your head is pounding and your clothes are soaked. It's dark and cold and you're trying to figure out how this whole ordeal would be explained to your dad when you never came home.

You sigh heavily, holding your head in your hands, peeling off the soaked biking jacket, and dropping it beside DK’s busted kart. Pausing for a moment, hearing footsteps approach you and of course, DK decides you look like you need some company. 

“How’re you holding up?” He asks, standing beside you as you sigh heavily and shake your head no.

“Why did you dive in after us? You could have gone with the princess to help her-”

“And leave you here to drown? Yeah right. I know it wasn't the smartest but it's like my body moved on its own.” You admit hands clenched at your sides. 

“I guess I've grown a lot more attached to you than I thought.” You hum, seeing his eyes soften at your frantic state. 

“Attached how?” He presses, hoping you'd be the first to confess the growing feelings in the pit of your stomach just so he could have a chance to confess and make it less awkward.

“I-...I don’t know, I just think we’ve grown closer as friends so far.” The word is bitter on your tongue and damn does your chest ache when his lips press in a line and he nods slowly. Ouch.

“Yeah, yeah totally me too.” He hisses out, rocking back and forth a bit to try and clear the tension.

“…”

“....”

“Any ideas? You huff out, forcing yourself to talk away from the situation despite feeling every bone in your body tell you not to. 

Bits of swallowed Rainbow Road illuminate the area as Mario shakes his head, nothing coming to mind. Your hands shake as you pace again, Mario and DK’s eyes following your panicked state. 

“Everything was going so well, I shouldn't have let you guys down there and separated from the group I-I could have done something.” You ramble, chest rising and falling quicker with every word you ramble. 

“Hey, it's not your fault…IT'S HIS!” DK points, Making the Italian furrow his brows. 

An argument was sure to ensue now, insults being thrown back and forth while you contemplate your existence. You tried to devise a plan but nothing was coming to mind. The sound of bickering was getting louder and it sure as hell wasn’t helping your situation. 

“At least you’ll die without your father thinking you’re a joke.” DK huffs, looking more defeated than anything. 

At the end of the day, he was probably acting how he did because he wanted his father's approval. You knew that feeling too well…Back home the only thing you wanted was for your dad to acknowledge how hard you work. You stopped eventually, realizing that you should be proud of yourself regardless of what he or others think. He settled for the same old 9-5 he hated and you followed your heart and dreams. If anything that was far more commendable. 

“My dad thinks I'm a joke too,” Mario confirms, the air thick for a moment as DK breathes heavily going to speak again. 

“Yeah well….YOUR DAD'S RIGHT!” He shoots back, making you pinch the bridge of your nose as they continue to bicker back and forth. 

“ALRIGHT GIRLS.” You interrupt, scowl present as they take the hint to stop. 

Arguing wasn't going to solve anything.

“We all have daddy issues, fantastic. Now can we figure out how to get out of here and prove them wrong?” You question, a brow raised as you look between the two of them. 

“There has to be a way out...it's not rocket science.” You chuckle, realization hitting you.

“Wait wait….your kart. Follow me!” You interrupt, booking it to the discharged kart with one lone rocket looking like a glimmering beacon of hope. The three of you share a look. 

Let's get this shit.