#how does she live with this man i would poison his tea

[binch-i-might-be]

no one:

absolutely no one:

George "mommy issues" Washington, describing HIS WIFE at their WEDDING: maternal and child like :-)

[angelshadowsinger]

Assistance

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Azriel x f!reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 8.8k

𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲: smut, & a lil dosage of fluff at the end

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬:

dirty talk, heavyyy praise kink, oral(f receiving), implied size kink, light breeding kink, creampie, cum play, a little overstim, Az is a fuckin freak, sweeeeet aftercare 💗

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:

Azriel hears that no one has ever made you orgasm before, and makes it his mission to show you what you've been missing... again and again.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞:

y'all this is narstyyyyy nasty... as in, absolute filth. literal prawn. the most detailed smut i have ever written... probably too much detail. be warned.

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ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ: ʙʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ꜱɪᴘʜᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴇʀᴛɪꜰʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ 18 ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴏʀ. ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ.

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“I dunno, I’ve just… never been able to finish when I’m with a guy,” you shrugged, nonchalant.

Mor’s jaw was on the floor, her big brown eyes filled with horror. She gasped, “A man has never made you cum?”

You reached across the wide oak table and slapped her arm roughly. “Would you shut up before every citizen of Velaris hears you??”

It had been quite a while since you’d lost your virginity, and after you’d run through a couple partners, you’d come to accept the fact that a man would never deliver that finishing, white hot ecstasy to you. But the way your friend had said it like such sacrilege made you embarrassed, a flush creeping up your ears.

“It’s fine, it’s not like I’ve never come in general,” you went on a bit too quickly, like you had to explain yourself. “It’s just that if I’m with somebody, and I wanna finish, then I have to… do it myself.”

“Gods,” Mor sat back, finishing the final sip of her— how many was that again?— umpteenth glass of wine. “This is why I prefer women.”

You stifled the laugh that nearly escaped. “I wish I could share that sentiment. Sadly…,” you sighed, “Penis is what does it for me.”

���Apparently not,” Mor whispered under her breath, going to sip more from her cup, but it was already empty.

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed the open bottle, ready to pour her another— but nothing came out. The two of you blinked at the empty glass, slow to register what that meant exactly.

“Welp. Should we start taking shots, then?” She asked with concerning sincerity.

You were quick to shoot her down. “Um, no thanks. I'd rather not feel like complete death at training in—” you glanced at the clock above the hearth, “six hours.”

Mor’s expression turned sour, as did yours. Six hours was certainly not enough time for your tipsiness to wear off completely, especially since wine had been your choice of poison for the night. “Fucking cauldron. Guess we should call it a night,” she groaned, dragging her pretty hands across her face.

The House cleaned away your glasses and the numerous empty wine bottles and corks that littered the surrounding area. You thanked it, stroking the table briefly as Mor trudged off, wanting to take a minute to yourself and maybe have some tea to relax before bed. You were completely unaware of the shadowy figure that was frozen around the kitchen corner, having heard every word of your secret confession.

Azriel stood in silent contemplation behind the doorway. He did not believe in fate, or destiny, or whatever crock of nonsense others would claim ruled their lives, but… was it not a sign that he had been walking into the kitchen for a late night sweet, only to stumble upon you spilling drunken secrets? It was rare to find anyone else up as late as him, and it would be a lie if he claimed he wandered out of his chambers tonight solely in search of a snack.

The two of you were quite close friends, but there was something more there that neither of you were brave enough to acknowledge. Lingering glances, teasing flirtation that always went a bit too far, the easy back and forth you volleyed with your sarcastic, dry comments. Yes, somehow the shadowsinger had found himself wrapped around your little finger, yet again enamored with a beautiful lady friend who did not return his interest.

Except you did.

Azriel was too blind to know it; too doubtful, too hard on himself to believe you would really want him. But that did not stop him from thinking about you every time he fisted his cock in the long, solitary hours of the night.

Everyone else in the circle could see it plain as day— in fact, Mor was perhaps the most eager proponent of them all. And perhaps she was a bad friend for allowing you to spill that sultry, enticing secret when she was aware that the shadowsinger who loved you now idled within earshot. Perhaps she was even worse for leaving in a hurry, a smirk on her lips and her fingers crossed as she skipped off to her room.

You remained at the large wooden table, unaware that the man who ruled your fantasies was just around the corner. He was silent and still as possible, battling himself with whether he should sneak off and never breathe a word of this, or if he should join you and take the risk. His shadows reported to him from the other corner of the room, informing that you were now sipping tea and looking gorgeous as ever, clad in a tight, sparkly evening dress that you had worn to the club that Mor had taken you to earlier that night.

Azriel stepped out from his hiding place.

You jumped— even with your fae hearing and so many hours spent with your friend, you never adjusted to how sneaky the spymaster could be. He emerged from the darkness of the kitchen, donned in gray sweats that hung low on his hips, exposing a glorious stripe of tanned, hard muscle that you stared at shamelessly. The white t-shirt that stretched across his broad chest was criminal, and you had to actively avert your eyes from burning into his visage, finally forcing yourself to meet his gaze.

But Azriel was looking at you, too, taking in how your dress flawlessly hugged your every curve, the expanse of your arms and décolletage that laid bare in the sleeveless, sweetheart ensemble. He noted the matching heels that were kicked haphazardly underneath your seat, the hair now falling from the clip you’d pinned at the beginning of the night, your slightly glazed expression. A small smirk graced his lips.

“Az!” You sighed, a hand on your chest, “How many times do I have to tell you not to sneak up on me like that?”

The Illyrian only shrugged, approaching slowly. “How many times do I have to tell you to work on your awareness? Always take note of your surroundings?” He quipped back easily, coming to stand beside you. He was so tall that you had to crane your neck to look up at him, and you motioned for him to take the seat that Mor had vacated only minutes earlier.

You play-scowled as he obliged, only replying once he was sat, his large wings tucking in behind broad shoulders. “And why would I do that, when one of your shadows is always watching for me?”

Azriel’s hazel eyes widened, a faint blush tinging his cheeks. You wished you could commission Feyre to paint that expression— you loved how boyish it made him look, how cute. But he quickly recovered, that measured mask of cool returning to his handsome face. “You should be flattered. They seem to take interest in you.”

“Hmm,” you feigned thought, rolling your eyes to then land on him and bat your lashes, “Just them that are interested?”

The shadowsinger couldn’t contain his grin. Flirting with you was just too easy, and he loved when you looked at him like this, gave him all your attention. It never led anywhere, anyway— so really, it was harmless… right? He chose not to respond, shrugging and taking a sip of the teacup that the House had conjured for him.

You huffed, displeased. Azriel was always the one to cut your flirting short, only entertaining you to the point where you weren’t sure if he was just playing with you or if there was actually some sincerity in his antics. It was fittingly mysterious of him, and undeniably irritating. You decided you weren’t going to have any of that tonight, the remnants of your liquid courage just enough to push you a step further than you would otherwise go.

“Az, tell me—,” you crossed your arms over the table and leaned toward the spymaster who took another sip of tea, nodding for you to go on. It took every ounce of the male’s willpower to not drop his gaze to your cleavage that was now pressed onto the tabletop, squished between your arms. “— Have you ever made a girl come?”

Azriel spit out the hot liquid, wings going rigid behind his back and his scarred fingers clutching the tiny cup in his palm. You examined the fresh line of tea that was sprayed onto the table, slightly amused as the House began to clean it away. But you continued on, determined to get an answer.

“I’ve heard you have a long list of lovers, surely you know how to do it?”

The Illyrian’s cheeks were now a bright red, the most obvious display of emotion you’d ever seen from him. “What—” he stuttered, still shocked that you had really just asked him that. “—Who told you that?”

You frowned, tilting your head in your hands, elbows sliding out further onto the table. “I asked first,” you pouted, taking a sip from your cup.

The male fumbled for words. True, he had heard your conversation with Mor and yes, he did make the choice to come in and sit down with you but never would he have expected you to ask him such a thing, so outright, so brazen.

“…I have,” he finally replied, slightly hiding behind his cup. You’d never seen the shadowsinger look so timid; it was endearing.

“But how do you know you really did?” You queried, looking at him curiously. “I mean— girls can fake it, so how do you really know?”

Azriel seemed offended at your insinuation. But he only pursed his lips and said, “My question…?”

You clicked your tongue and answered, “Cassian and his big mouth. And then Rhys with his… And maybe Mor at some point as well.”

His face contorted into a scowl, shadows coming to lick at his shoulders. But he decided to save his revenge for later, instead meeting your inquisitive gaze and deciding that your intention was not to slander him. “I am almost certain that my partners have never faked completion,” was all the explanation he gave.

“But how do you know—”

“Do you fake a lot of orgasms, Y/N?” Azriel shot back, his turn to pose the picture of nonchalance as he leaned on one elbow, hand on his cheek.

Your cheeks burst into flames. “W-What? No— I—”

The shadowsinger smirked at your flustered babbling. He was tempted to poke at you some more but took pity, instead savoring how cute you looked when you were embarrassed. But you couldn’t find the strength to answer, so he went on to fill the silence.

“If a man cannot make you finish, you should move on and find someone who can,” he said calmly, studying your bashful gaze that was now fixed on the table before you.

You sat up, removing your arms from the table so you could cross them over your chest, guarding yourself. It was your choice to enter this conversation but now it was getting a little too real, and your mortification was getting worse by the minute as Azriel’s steady hazel eyes were pinned to your every movement.

“Yeah…,” you agreed. In theory, his advice was all good and well, but there was no way that it would be that easy. “That’s hard to find, though.”

Azriel gauged your expression, wondering if he should admit he heard your earlier confession to Mor. But you seemed so embarrassed, he didn’t want to make you any more uncomfortable.

“Is there, like, a class you took or something? Maybe you can introduce me to one of your fellow classmates,” you attempted a joke, but the shadowsinger’s gaze only hardened, the corner of his lip twitching in distaste.

Jealousy and possessiveness swirled in his gut, not liking that you had just asked him to set you up— even if you had only meant it as a joke. You were not his, yet your faux request rubbed him the wrong way.

But the slightly hurt look you were giving him now was enough to wipe away any ill emotion that had briefly bloomed. “Just kidding…,” you murmured, fingering the handle of your now-empty tea cup.

Azriel fought to find the words that could navigate him through this strange situation. If only somehow he could reassure you, offer his services, but not ruin your friendship, nor come off creepy.

He took too long, because you rose, excusing yourself, “I think I better get to sleep.” Your cup disappeared and you quietly thanked the house, turning away from the male and heading toward the bedrooms.

The spymaster stood as well, following you down the hall. Both your rooms were at the very end of the walkway, meaning he at least had another minute of your time. His heart beat quickly in his chest, desperate to smooth things over with you, desperate for however much longer he could get with you. “I did not take a class,” he said, matching your pace.

You shot him an inquisitive look over your shoulder.

“One of the marks of a true man is to be able to fully pleasure a lady.”

You laughed, pausing so that you could walk by his side. “So you think of yourself as a true man? What is that supposed to mean?”

Azriel smirked, glad that your disposition seemed a little looser. “It means, I’ve had five hundred years to cultivate my skills.”

“Riiight, with your countless lovers,” you quipped, a little smirk growing on your lips.

A scarred hand pushed you gently, just hard enough to let you know he didn’t appreciate such accusations— even if they held some truth. Those gorgeous hazel eyes rolled as he clicked his tongue, about to shoot something back when you arrived at your door.

You didn’t reach for the handle though, instead turning to look up at him as your back brushed against the sturdy wood of your threshold. “Thanks for all your—,” you blushed, gaze fleeting, “insight.”

Dark brows furrowed at you. You had said it in such a meek little voice, your hands wringing with anxiety. It was easy for him to read your body language, but also, his earlier eavesdropping had cued him in more than you knew. Even though your conversation had made him seem like the one with all the expertise, his heart was slamming wildly against his ribs, tanned cheeks feeling hot. Somehow the spymaster managed to keep his composure and dared to take the leap.

“May I ask why you are so curious all of a sudden, little dove?” He said, a gleam in his gaze. “Would you like for me to prove myself to you?”

You chuckled, shocked, unbelieving. “That joke is deplorable— I think you’ve been spending too much time with Cassian lately. ”

Usually a jab at his brother would make the shadowsinger bark out a laugh, but he remained stoic, looking down at you with profound intensity. The two of you stared at each other, and you found yourself unable to look away. There was always something about Azriel that drew you to him, and in that moment, as he leaned a hand against the door behind you and filled your senses with the scent of cedar and crisp, chilled night…

His gaze flicked down to your lips.

You studied his, the full, soft pink calling to you.

Azriel could barely find the strength to resist kissing you, his face only inches from yours. The sweet, fresh smell of you was so devastatingly strong with such a short distance between you, and the way you were looking at him… he swore he could discern hunger in your beautiful, captivating gaze…

“Do you want that to be a joke, Y/N?” he murmured, warm breath washing over your cheek. The tip of his nose just barely scraped yours, another muscular arm coming to trap the other side of your body so he had you right up against the door with no escape. “I did not intend for it to be, but if that’s what pleases you…”

You looked at him with wide eyes, a shiver running through you. A new scent greeted your nose, and your lips parted as you took it in, your body shamelessly eating up the smell of his growing desire.

The shadowsinger licked his lips, gaze piercing yours as he detected the beginnings of a similar, honeyed scent emitting from you. There was no going back now, he decided. He was closer to you than ever, and he couldn’t pretend he could find satisfaction in you both returning alone to your rooms, not tonight. He dared to caress your jaw, the smooth skin a contrast to the rough texture of his scars.

“It’s your pleasure I seek, always…,” he said, and you held your breath, unblinking as you beheld his astounding beauty up close. “I only aim to please you… will you allow me to?”

Permission— he was asking permission. You could barely think; was he serious? Azriel was not the type to fool about things of such gravity… If this was some cruel joke…

Before you could give it much thought, your mouth was already moving. “Yes,” you breathed, answering him so quietly it was nearly inaudible, “Please, Azriel…”

The Illyrian’s brow twitched and he shuddered. He leaned down lower, lower— big, gentle hands coming to brace the small of your back and the nape of your neck, a thumb slipping along your jaw to point your face up to his… slowly, slow enough to give you the chance to change your mind… You leaned forward, eyelids fluttering shut. Another second went by and then, he kissed you.

Time stopped, and everything else faded away.

His lips pressed against yours and your arms wove around his neck, every place your skin touched exploding with sparks. The smell of him and his desire overwhelmed your senses, your knees weakening as he claimed your mouth with his, pressing you against him harder, hungrier.

You were snug between the door and his broad, powerful body. His hands squeezed at your hips, then slid down to your ass and lifted you effortlessly, your legs securing around his waist. The small friction of your core rubbing against his abs through your clothes was enough to make you gasp for breath.

Azriel seized the opportunity, his tongue coasting into your mouth without caution. The slick muscle wrestled with yours and you pulled at his hair, savoring the quiet moan that spilled onto your lips. You wanted more— to explore more of his skin, discover more of those sounds… Wordlessly the shadowsinger came to the same realization, fumbling with the door handle and tucking the two of you into the privacy of your room.

Your hair fanned out onto the pillows as the male deposited you on your bed, muscled thighs coming to part your legs and settle himself on his forearms above you, lips never leaving yours. It felt unreal to be consumed in the shadowsinger’s kiss, to have his hard body pressed up against yours and your hearts pounding together in harmony.

He felt the same, hardly believing you were really here beneath him, your small hands caressing his arms and his neck, fingernails digging into the meat of his shoulders and curling into his thick onyx locks. Finally he tore his mouth from yours, panting, studying your breathless form under him. “You are so gorgeous,” he praised, licking his kiss-bitten lips, hazel eyes ablaze as he examined the valley of your breasts. Before he leaned closer, he whispered, “Your safe word is moonlight, should you want to stop at any time.”

Though you didn’t plan on using it, you appreciated the consideration… and you wondered just what the male had in mind that might require such a precaution. But he captured your attention once more and you murmured his name as he moved to trail his tongue down your jaw and nibble at your throat, slowly making his way to plant open-mouthed kisses on your exposed cleavage. He pawed at the top of your dress, taking his time as he memorized the taste of your skin, tugging the material down. Your breasts spilled out for his eager mouth to immediately greet, soft lips capturing a nipple and his tongue rolling over it while his fingers found the other. Instinctively your hips bucked up against his, pleasure tickling you as he gave all his attention to your chest, grinding his aching cock into the mattress below.

Teeth grazed the sensitive nub and a moan escaped you at full volume, your cheeks burning when a ravenous glint met the shadowsinger’s eye. With just one swift look you knew he would do anything in his power to elicit more of those sounds from you, and your excitement only bloomed further as a hand slid up the slit in your dress, rough fingers raising goosebumps on your now-exposed thigh.

He kept busy as he explored your chest, sucking and kissing the swell of your breasts. The slow trail of his fingers up your thigh had you clenching in anticipation, whining when the digits brushed the lace edge of your dampening panties.

“Az, wait,” you huffed, causing the male to release your breasts, his warm gaze coming to inspect your face. Even though it was an embarrassing admission, for some reason you felt the need to inform him of your predicament. “I um— I’ve never… No one has ever been able to…”

Hazel pierced into you from his lower position on the bed, his broad shoulders steady and wings taut behind his back. He finished your sentence for you, ceasing your struggle, “…make you cum?”

Just hearing him say it made your soul want to leave your body, and you shut your eyes, nodding, wishing you could just skip this part. A gentle hand cupped the corner of your jaw, his thumb brushing your cheek with such tenderness that you dared to meet his gaze.

“I’m honored to be the first,” Azriel stated, unwavering as he looked deep into your eyes. His own were peering into you, the gold in his irises seeming to shine even in the dark of the room.

Your mouth opened to protest that he lower his expectations, but his thumb pressed into your parted lips and the words died in your throat. There was sheer determination in the look he was giving you— promise.

“Don’t think,” he whispered, his other hand coming to pull you down the sheets, back flat on the duvet and now squarely underneath his entirety. His toned body dwarfed yours and his ability to maneuver you with such ease made something distinctly female stir deep inside of you. “Just relax and focus on me. Focus on how my hands feel on you, my lips…”

A mewl escaped you as he leaned down to kiss the hollow of your neck, your head turning into the blanket while he left his mark on your throat. Your hips squirmed and his own pressed down in response, the hard length of him reaching for you through his sweats. The heat that resonated there made you dizzy, a fresh wave of desire pulsing through your pussy as he rutted against it.

The Illyrian’s groan rumbled across your skin, and he sank lower, again taking your breast into his mouth, an elbow digging into the mattress to hold himself up and curl a large hand around the back of your waist. The other wandered up your dress again, this time his fingers immediately cupping your core through your soaked underwear.

A string of quiet moans floated from your lips as his fingertips began to map your dripping cunt through the soiled material. The firm press of his digits against your entrance teased you until they wandered up to slowly rub your clit, his teeth grazing at your nipple. You whimpered, face twisting in ecstasy. Already the shadowsinger was making you feel better than anyone else had, and you weren’t even fully undressed.

At the realization, you fisted the cotton of his shirt. He complied instantly, ripping the article off of him with no issue, and you watched as the tattered cloth was swallowed by the shadows that danced at the foot of the bed. You then took in the sight before you, mouth watering at his utterly male form— the tan, lean muscle that tapered from his wide shoulders to his narrow waist, the contours and bulges that made his long hours of training evident, black ink melding perfectly with the straight planes and dipping down under the hem of his sweats.

Your fingers wandered on their own accord to splay across his broad chest, tracing the tattoos that laid there and thumbing over his nipples. That bit a low moan from the male, and he leaned down and captured your lips once more, tongue dominating yours. His hands disappeared behind your back and suddenly the zip down your back was undone, the material slipping down your sides. You helped him free you of the gown, now only clad in your soaked panties, hips squirming as you throbbed with need.

“Azriel,” you whimpered when his lips touched your sex through the cloth, the male taking a deep breath of your honeyed scent, and closing his eyes. His brow pinched as he experimentally licked at you, your thighs twitching as he released a moan of approval.

You gasped when he tore the drenched fabric off of you effortlessly, his teeth bared in a quiet snarl. Then he grabbed your hips and dragged your pussy onto his mouth, tongue spreading your folds and moaning as he savored the taste of you. He dove into you and you cried out in pleasure, his mouth sucking and nibbling on your sensitive core, tongue dragging up and down your seeping slit with fervor.

All of his attention focused on you was making you delirious, your eyes rolling back as you relished the sensations he was causing. His hands tucked under your ass and grappled onto your hips, not allowing you to squirm away from his generous attack. He alternated between gently sucking on your clit, your folds… then washing the sensitive bud with the flat of his tongue, laving over you wave after wave.

You were clenching, your hole leaking more and more as your body begged for some kind of relief. Utter want throbbed through you as scarred fingers slowly made their way toward your core. All remnants of thought left your skull at the press of rough digits at your entrance. There was nothing you could say or do as a finger slid inside of you, nothing but stretch around him and keen, gasp for breath. Before you could even moan, a second pushed in and disappeared knuckle-deep, right beside the first. The foreign stretch made your thighs tremble around his face, his nose nudging your clit as he continued his ministrations with his tongue.

His name became a prayer on your lips, a chant as those blessed digits curled and his knuckles scraped parts of you whose existence you had not known before. Slick was pouring down your thighs now, the steady, rough friction of his scars rubbing so deliciously along your gummy walls. You forgot any worries you had harbored, left them far behind as Azriel brought you closer and closer to the edge.

At some point you started begging, actually begging— you couldn’t help how good the shadowsinger was making you feel, couldn’t think to filter the words mixing with your ragged breaths.

Azriel only trekked on, mouth earnestly working in sync with his hand, examining the furrow of your brow, the part of your lips, the roll of your eyes back into your skull. Only then did he speak, mouth popping off of you just long enough to encourage you as you circled the drain.

“Good fucking girl,” he growled, the words vibrating through your cunt, tongue lashing against your folds between his praises. “I can feel your tight little pussy clamping down on me, I know you wanna cum…”

You could only whine and latch onto his shoulders as you hurtled toward that line no partner had ever been able to push you to, at full speed now that the shadowsinger was egging you on, pure filth falling from his lips.

“You can do it baby,” he purred, pressing another kiss to your clit, a brush of tongue following in its wake. “You’re gonna make me so proud, I swear my little dove, you’re right there… Come on pretty girl, cum for me, cum on my tongue.”

The tension in your belly heightened and you gasped, your body tensing under his firm grip and your back arching, teetering on the edge. And then you were cumming, your core gripping onto his fingers and pulsing, your head thrown back onto the sheets as you let out a long, sultry moan.

Azriel’s cock throbbed at the sound, his curiosity peaking as he wondered how your pussy would feel milking his cock like that, so tight and wet for him.

Your body was humming with bliss, fingernails embedded in the sheets beside your hips, your breath ragged and sweat glistening at your forehead. You’d only cum that hard a handful of times before, and it had taken a hell of a lot longer for you to get yourself to that point.

The Illyrian’s pace slowed, his fingers and his tongue still moving just enough to let you ride out your orgasm without overwhelming you. He continued to kiss your clit softly— even as his patience was wearing thin, his length crying for you, trapped tightly, painfully, beneath his pants.

His fingers finally fell from your entrance and he inspected the glossy sheen on them before he stuck them in his mouth. You watched as his tongue ran over every inch, savoring the taste of your cum. He pressed one final kiss to your clit and sat up, the tent in his pants more prevalent than before.

“I’m so proud of you, angel,” Azriel praised, a hand skimming down your thigh. His gaze was warm as he made eye contact, but the movement of his hand landing on his cock pulled your eyes from his.

You watched, still breathless as he firmly gripped his length through his sweats, a low sigh falling from his lips. He looked absolutely criminal touching himself like that, the shine of your cum still on his lips and his muscled torso heaving as he caught his breath.

All thought left your brain as his thumbs hooked the hem of his pants, dipping lower until you could see the base of his dark… thick cock. He pushed his pants down fully and your cunt clenched as his fully erect member slapped hard against his navel. The tip was the most beautiful shade of pink you’d ever seen, and your mouth dried as you examined the trail of glistening pre that dripped down the side. He fisted the base of himself, the wide vein running along the underside flexing as he twitched for you, eying the apex between your legs and your shared desire.

“See how hard you make me?” he said, a sinister glint in his gaze pinning you to the mattress. Both of you were fully naked now, and the sight of him approaching you, those big, ominous wings billowing with shadows behind him… he looked like a god, one that was about to completely decimate you. “See how much I ache for you? You completely own me, fuck… now that I’ve had a taste of that pretty little cunt, I’m yours.”

Your heart skipped a beat. It was unclear whether this was just dirty talk, or if he really meant that, but in the heat of the moment, you allowed yourself to believe his words were sincere.

He crawled toward you, completely predator as he neared. Heat rolled off his bronze skin, his member reaching for you, wings shuddering in anticipation. “These lips are yours…” he murmured, mouth grazing over yours. You closed your eyes, your arm reaching around his head, fingers carding through his soft hair. “These hands are yours…” His scars skimmed down the curve of your side, tingles echoing in their wake. “This cock, it’s yours…” you gasped as his hot tip sliced through your folds, tracing down your slit with ease from the orgasm he had just gifted you.

You moaned, hips lifting and your sex sliding along the length of him, coating him in your essence. He groaned at the sight, his breath mingling with yours as he panted, watching your most intimate parts slide against each other, your love juices mixing.

“Please, Az,” you cried. You’d never been more turned on in your life, the very tip of him nudging against your hole, the promise of pleasure so close you could taste it.

The shadowsinger could barely hold himself back, but he needed to hear you say it. “Tell me what you want,” he commanded, grit in his harsh tone as he began to lose his manners.

“I want you to fuck me,” you replied instantly, inhibitions thrown to the wind. “Please, please— I need you to fuck me, make me cum with your cock, please Az—”

Whatever semblance of restraint the Illyrian had was lost then, his lips pulling back in a desperate snarl. The sound had your legs spreading, your body feeling fuzzy with the overwhelming urge to be filled by him, taken and claimed by him.

Your body sang as he speared the tip inside of you, your cunt stretching around the sizable girth of him. A whimper fell from the male as he lowered his hips, half his cock disappearing into your tight, wet heat. It felt like he was heaven incarnate inside of you, your eyes rolling back and your legs parting wider around his hips, welcoming him deeper inside of you.

Azriel obliged, his balls slapping the wet backside of your thighs as he surged forward. The moan that fell from both your lips was pure sin, your bodies exploding in pleasure as they connected in the deepest, most intimate way, him fully seated inside of you.

Slowly he started to thrust, hips almost shaking at the all-consuming pleasure that was washing over him. He was already fighting his orgasm as he began to find his pace, the moans he was summoning from you urging him to press deeper, harder.

Again and again his hips slapped into yours, burying that impressive length deep within you. The depths he reached made your eyes cross, your pussy squeezing down on him, and your mouth drying from the constant panting he had you victim to.

He was growling into your ear, sweat sticking his hot chest to yours as he exerted himself. The sounds that tumbled from him only made your slickness grow, a wet patch forming beneath your ass as he started slamming into you with reckless abandon.

“Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock inside of you,” Azriel crooned, his face falling so that the bridge of his strong nose skimmed your cheek. It made his breath fall on the crest of your ear, rendering you privy to all the low, delicious noises that slithered out of his mouth. “M’gonna take good care of you, promise…”

Suddenly he pulled out and you wailed at the loss, but he was already flipping you over before you could register what had happened. He yanked you onto your knees, landing a quick slap on your ass before he nudged your legs apart and pushed himself into the new space. His cock dipped into your folds from behind and he loosed a delectable moan as he slid all the way back inside.

From this angle, the tip of him prodded a sacred, uncharted spot that had you shaking, arching your ass onto him and your back bowing in submission. The place he was reaching at the end of your inner walls made you weak, the hard length of him too euphoric for you to handle. He gave a tentative thrust, a hand coming to fist the hair by your scalp, the other weaving around you to tweak a pebbled nipple between his fingers. You sobbed at the newfound intensity, your stomach knotting and your hips sliding back on their own accord, once again seating yourself at the base of his cock.

“You like having me all the way inside, hmm?” he gasped, thrusting deep and hard, the clench of your cunt almost tempting his load straight out of his aching balls.

You gasped an affirmative, each thrust making stars dance on the back of your eyelids. “Yes, ah— yes, deeper— Az!” It must have been your g-spot he was ramming into because you could barely sit upright now, your body nearly collapsing in pure pleasure. “There, oh please right there!”

Azriel’s hand at your chest dove down, a large palm landing right above your womb, right where his cock nestled inside your throbbing cunt. “Here, baby?” He gave a few more thrusts, the very tips of his fingers nudging your engorged clit. “Feel my cock right here, dove? I’m right here inside you, fuck—“

You cried as he continued, ruthlessly pounding into you, the hand in your hair pulling your head back so he could manipulate your body and bend you into the perfect angle to continue hitting that spot.

Again you were rushing toward completion, completely stupefied by the shadowsinger rearranging your guts from behind. The pleasure was too intense— with each thrust his huge, thick cock stretched you to the brim and dragged against that delicious spot deep inside. Sweat dripped down both your bodies, heat and the lewd slap of his wet front against your ass filling the room again and again. His name became the only word you knew, a raspy chant as he brought you closer, closer—

You came with a silent cry, pussy pulling tight and fluttering down onto his hard cock. This orgasm was even stronger than the last, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull as his thrusts slowed, the intensity of your throbbing too great for him to continue his quick pace. Rough fingertips continued to circle your clit, drawing out your euphoria as you slumped into his strong chest, trembling with pleasure.

The Illyrian was fighting every inch of himself not to cum right then, blood tanging on his tongue as he bit the inside of his cheek. He refused to violate your perfect womb with his seed, even if every fiber of his being was screaming with the need to claim you as his. But he would not relent to his desires, not without your permission. And he didn’t want to finish yet, not when this was the highest he had ever felt, sheathed inside your ethereal body. So he clutched onto you and channeled all of himself into supporting your weary frame, rubbing your clit as you floated back to earth.

Once you had ceased twitching, Azriel laid your back onto the sheets again, joining you on his side, adjacent to you. You were still panting as you came back to reality, examining his mussed hair and how it clung to his damp forehead, the flecks of pure gold in his hazel irises, his slick, still-hard cock— a ring of your cream adorning the base of him.

Wordlessly you wiggled closer and kissed him. He moaned in surprise, either at how soft and sweet your kiss was, or at the touch of your small hand wrapping around his aching length. You jerked him slowly, the sound of it absolutely obscene, your thumb grazing over the weeping head where precum had once again begun dripping out. Your back pressed up flush against his chest, guiding his cock to your center and slipping the head into your slit, hips pushing into his.

The shadowsinger’s vulgar moan rung out as your warmth surrounded him again, your nails scraping his scalp. An arm slipped beneath your waist, his grip securing on the opposite hip and fully penetrating you once more. This position had your pussy tighter than before, and his chest shook as he tried to breathe normally, trying to fend off his orgasm. His finger slipped to the back of your head again, this time much gentler than before, just to turn your face and peer into your soul.

Azriel couldn’t find it in himself to thrust, just savoring how your bodies were completely intertwined like this, feeling absolutely one with you and staring deep into your gaze. But you wanted him to cum— needed it, pressing your ass flush onto his hips and clenching tight. The male’s broken growl was his only reply, words failing him. It was he who had planned to drown you in pleasure; he had not been prepared for how incredible you would truly feel, how whole he felt when he was inside of you.

You reached down and cupped his balls, feeling how tight and heavy they were with his seed. Azriel’s teeth grazed your lip at the movement, his body starting to shake with the need to release everything he had deep within you.

“Y/N,” he choked out, hips starting to press tentatively to yours on their own volition.

You studied the desperation on his handsome face, the shake in his thighs at each slow thrust, the dull fingernails that dug into your skin as he clung to you. “Azriel,” you moaned, he was reaching that spot again and rutting into it so slow, hard and precise… you could hardly think as pleasure filled your brain with fog once again. “Please… Need you to cum inside of me.”

Azriel groaned, tongue wrestling with yours and conceding as he began to lose himself in you. His thrusts became slower, sloppier, so you hooked your leg around his and began to arch back into him. The Illyrian began panting, fingers grappling onto your hips.

“This cock is mine,” you purred, repeating his earlier words, your ass slapping back against him harder.

His fingertips were blanching, the sight of his wet length sliding in and out of you from behind as you fucked yourself onto him mesmerizing.

“This cum is mine, too,” you squeezed his balls again and he let out a loud whimper, his orgasm surging forth as he started to meet your thrusts. “Give it to me, fill me up with your cum— fuck Az, need it deep inside me, please.”

He snapped, suddenly hard and fast and deep, a few more snaps of his hips that had you crying for him until— The most pornographic moan sounded for him and he pushed every inch of himself inside of you. His wings fluttered, thighs shaking as he gripped onto you and smushed you into the mattress under his weight. Warmth filled your belly as hot waves of cum spurted deep into your womb, his cock throbbing as you pulsed around him, milking every drop you could get. Sharp teeth lodged into your neck as he emptied himself inside of you, his body trembling with the effort of holding himself up as to not crush you completely.

Sweat dripped from his breathless form onto your back, and you laid there blissfully as you caught your breath. The sheets beneath you were completely ruined, drenched in sweat and slick and cum, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care; not when Azriel was naked on top of you, cock sheathed all the way in and his cum spilled deep in your womb.

After a minute, the shadowsinger’s dark chuckle sounded from above you, his fingers tracing down your spine. “Naughty little thing,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear before he laid a kiss there.

You smirked, squeezing onto his cock that was still inside of you, retorting “You like it. You like me~”

He growled lowly, nipping you with his teeth. But he nuzzled you then and your heart melted, his lips ghosting over your cheek as he said, “I do. Very much, in fact.”

You whined as he pulled out of you, the loss of him much too noticeable for comfort. But he was right there, turning you onto your back with care, pressing soft kisses into every inch of your sweat-slicked skin. You could feel his release seeping out, the sheer amount of it too great to stay tucked inside where you so desperately wanted it to be.

Azriel gently pulled your legs apart, inspecting the slow stream of creamy white that trickled out of your raw entrance. “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to last long enough for you to cum again,” he said, a thumb running down your soaked folds, “I know you were getting there…” He licked his lips as you clenched under his heated gaze, embarrassed that he was outright admiring your most intimate part. Was he seriously apologizing for not giving you a third orgasm? “Allow me to make it up to you, angel.”

The male leaned down and pressed a kiss to each thigh, sliding back onto the foot of the bed and pulling you with him. You shot him an incredulous look as he settled between your legs, lips just inches from your soiled cunt. There was no way he was really about to do this— the mix of your cum with his was spread wide, coating your inner thighs, your pussy, your ass.

His tongue was like lava as he licked at you experimentally, eyes taking note of the shock apparent in your expression. Hazel glinted at you as he began to make out with your ruined center, his seed dripping from you as he made you clench. But he didn’t seem to mind the taste of himself, for he closed his eyes and traced his tongue down to your messy hole, petting you unabashedly, happily, even.

You didn’t think he could get any hotter. But this… this was outright perverted. Your core felt aflame at the sight, his pure enjoyment as he devoured the mixture of your cum like it was the most sacred delicacy. It had you moaning, legs trembling around his head, clit throbbing as he kissed and sucked at the poor bud.

Deft fingers brushed your core and were immediately coated in that same mixture, slick pouring from you as the shadowsinger continued his depraved quest. Two entered you with no warning and your back bowed, the digits instantly searching for that sweet spot as they pushed through the river of his release. A third joined and you released a garbled sob as they found their target.

Azriel, ever the observant one, took note and pummeled the spot relentlessly, knuckles curling as they slid in so they achieved full stimulation. His tongue was flat against your clit, licking you back and forth, and you were so sensitive from your previous orgasms that tears dotted the side of your eyes, your breathing ragged.

“Az, oh Gods— I—,” you mewled, hips squirming as the pleasure became too much. “Please, I can’t, it’s too much!”

But the Illyrian did not stop, would not stop unless he heard your safe word, his fingers picked up speed. “Come on baby, one more. Just one more,” the words vibrated through your cunt as he held you down, palm flat atop your tummy and pressing your sweet spot down so that it was even more vulnerable to his attack. “Trust me, it’s gonna feel so good angel, I swear.” His lips took hold of your abused pearl and he ravished you, his cum squelching as his fingers drove into you without reprieve.

Pressure gathered deep in your core and you whimpered, the intensity of your pleasure so great it was almost painful. You were close— so close to something big, you could feel that it was different from before with the way your cunt leaked and throbbed, the way your entire core felt on fire.

“Please—” you gasped, not even sure what you were pleading for, “Fuck Azriel, please, yes—!”

You screamed as you came, white-hot ecstasy imploding from your center. You nearly lost consciousness, your eyes crossed with utter bliss as liquid sprayed out of you and onto the shadowsinger’s chest. His chin, his torso, your thighs, and sheets, all of it was drenched as you couldn’t stop the squirt from pouring out of you. Fast fingers replaced his mouth and continued rubbing your clit, only slowing once you had ceased squirting.

Your entire body was shaking, toes curled into the filthy sheets, your brain trying to catch up but it was a mile behind your body.

“I’m— Az, I,” you stuttered, attempting to sit up, shock and shame taking root in your chest. The male was completely drenched from the chin down, the sheets beyond salvation. “I never— I’m sorry—“

A towel appeared from his shadows, and he swiftly wiped himself dry before he joined you on the bed, uncaring of the huge damp spot that now lay beneath you two. He shushed you with a kiss, taking your trembling form into his arms, a hand tucking your hair behind your shoulder. His lips were soft, his touch gentle as he tucked you against his chest.

“You have nothing to apologize for. I am so proud of you,” he said quietly, his low voice rumbling in your ear, “You did so well, little dove. Now let me clean you up.” His praise sent a pleasant warmth through your bones, and you curled closer to the male, basking in his embrace.

Secured in his arms, his shadows enveloped the pair of you in darkness, their cool caress whispering on your skin. Then, you were hovering over a large marble bath, steam wafting from the filled basin that Azriel was standing in the middle of. Slowly he lowered the pair of you into the water, holding you tighter when you squeaked at the heat from the water leaching into your tender core. He sat behind you, wings stretched over the lip of the tub, your chest against his back.

Wordlessly he tied your hair back and ran a damp cloth over your skin. You were still coming down from your high, the warmth from the water and the strong male at your back making your eyelids droop, exhaustion ebbing into your body. He held you up and washed your back and then his front, and when you leaned back against him, you somehow found the strength to smirk at the erection evident behind you. You scooted back to brush your ass against him and he growled lowly in your ear. The sound sent shivers through you, and you turned to face him, looping your arms around his neck.

You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, humming in content. The Illyrian kissed the top of your head, large hands supporting your weight as he lifted you from the water. The soft brush of a towel met your skin and his quiet laugh graced your ears when you refused to separate from him, your wet front clinging to his. Eventually he was able to pry you off of him so that he could fully dry you, but it took many kisses of encouragement and gentle praise.

Finally he placed you onto his bed, the silken sheets welcoming your clean, naked skin and flooding your senses with his strong, woodsy scent. Azriel slipped in beside you, his inked arms wrapping around you as he laid on his side, nose tucked into your hair, covering you under the blankets.

“So, did you fake it?” he whispered in your ear just as sleep was about to take you. He had clearly proven himself, teasing you now that you had experienced his full talents.

You swatted him with what little strength you had left, a lazy smile curling the corner of your mouth. “You’re deplorable,” you said and he laughed, gathering you closer to his chest.

You didn’t know what this night would mean moving forward, but you didn’t have the energy to care at the moment— completely drained from the earth-shattering orgasms the shadowsinger had summoned from you. You had the feeling he didn’t want to question it now, either, not as he held you like you were the most precious thing in the world, not when he had you naked, in his arms, in his bed. So you succumbed to slumber, content to leave the questions for the morning, your heart full and your body completely sated for the first time in your life.

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[chronophobique]

Prompt: Is that blood on your shirt?

— 793 words

When she starts and her cup of tea slips between her fingers, Hermione waits for an impact that never comes.

“I didn’t know a simple flu could make you this clumsy,” her surprise visitor says, wand in hand, before levitating the cup he’s stopped mid-air to her kitchen counter.

“Malfoy,” she exhales, relieved in spite of herself to find a familiar face in her living room. “What are you doing here?”

And what are you looking at? She thinks irritatingly when she catches his judging eyes sweeping her body up and down as if it’s his first time seeing a nightshirt and a pair of comfortable slippers.

“I was in the area,” he replies, averting his gaze to analyse her flat like the snoop she now knows him to be.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she watches him scrutinising the furniture, her choice of decoration, her photos. “So you thought it would be a good idea to pay a visit to your sick coworker? That’s not very perspicacious of you, is it?”

He who spends most of his time at the Ministry trying to outsmart her instead of focusing on his own tasks.

“Hm, I don’t know. I’m pretty sure some would call it a thoughtful gesture.”

Hermione rolls her eyes, then asks again, “Why are you here?”

“Are you expecting someone?”

Confused, she waits for him to elaborate. When he doesn’t, she follows his gaze to her bare legs. “It’s pyjamas,” she grits, suddenly very aware of her attire and general appearance.

“Doesn’t look like it.”

“At least I’m wearing clean clothes. I can’t say the same about you. What’s that, on your shirt? Blood?”

Taken aback, he stops his pacing to look down at himself. After barely a second, he shakes his head. “Coulis.”

“I beg your pardon?”

He walks to her then.

“What’s this?” she asks when he hands her a verrine.

“Ever more questions,” he mutters. “What does it look like?”

“Well, some kind of yoghurt, I suppose.”

“Some kind of—” he repeats as if he’s never heard anything more offending. “This, Granger, is a panna cotta.”

Her favourite dessert.

“And…” she trails off, observing him carefully. “You bought it for me?”

“I made it,” he corrects at the same time he practically shoves it in her hand.

“For me.”

Although the rational part of her mind wants to blame it on the fever or the lighting, Hermione can swear his cheeks turn a beautiful pink.

“Actually, it’s for the monstrous ball of fur currrently hissing and spitting at me,” he replies sarcastically as he eyes Crookshanks with both disgust and annoyance. “What do you think?”

Too tired to match his attitude, she gives him the fakest smile she can muster, making sure he knows it’s anything but sincere. “Thank you. I’ll get it tested for poison.”

That makes him grin. “I expected no less from you.”

With that, he turns on his heels and heads for the fireplace. “Oh, and Granger,” he says as he looks at her over his shoulder. “You look positively dreadful. Did I already tell you that?”

“Git!” she exclaims as she throws the verrine at him a second too late, disappointed to see the glass shatter against the brick wall instead of his oh so perfect suit.

At some point during her day, her medication is so strong that Draco visiting her to give her her favourite dessert is starting to feel like a product of her imagination.

At least until the weekly phone call with her mother.

“How was the panna cotta? Not too liquid, I hope. You know how I am, I always have the recipe in mind, but my quantities are always approximate.”

“Wait, wait, wait, Mum. What are you talking about?”

“Is there a problem with the reception? I was talking about the panna cotta,” she screams directly into the receiver.

Hermione winces. “No, I heard you. I meant—how did you know about it? Who told you?”

“Well, your boyfriend, of course. You haven’t eaten it yet?”

At her mother’s words, the witch nearly chokes on the bread she’s nibbling. “My boyfriend?”

“Oh, what a funny man you found, Hermione,” she giggles. “It was almost as if he’d never used a telephone before.”

A nervous laugh escapes her. It can’t be.

“Are you telling me that Malfoy—I mean, Draco, called you?”

“He didn’t tell you? Oh, he sounded worried. At first I thought something had happened to you. But no, it turns out your considerate boyfriend simply wanted to surprise you with your favourite dessert, hoping it would brighten your day a little. Did it work? Is there any chance that it was a subtle way to propo—”

Hermione hangs up before her mother can finish her sentence.

[rmoonstoner]

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Poisoned Empanadas

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Pairing:

Moon Knight (Jake Lockley) x Spider!fem!reader

Spider-Man 2099 (Miguel O'Hara) x Spider!fem!reader

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18+

Warnings:

Violence, strong language, mentions of death, mentions of depression, sexual themes, warnings may change.

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Summary:

You move out of the old house at your friend's request. It's a very short chapter.

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Chapter 2 - Empanadas de Santa Rita - Chihuahua City, Mexico

A Mexican pastry served in honor of St. Rita every year on May 22. Typically they are sweet and savory at the same time, containing meats, raisins, pecans, butter, garlic and assorted spices, peas, potatoes, and sherry.

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A few months had gone by, with absolutely no word from Jake. You weren't surprised one bit, and had already gone through the process of selling most of your things. It was the big stuff, like your living room furniture, the bedroom set, any tools you had, and other such things too big for a studio apartment that you had your eye on. You even got rid of the car for a nice fat stack of cash. It was fitting that you had sold the car to Hawkeye. He was happy, and claimed that he was going to give it to his wife.

Today you were dropping off a huge bag of clothing to a local shelter. Anything that Gwen or America didn't want, ended up here. You made the old lady's day as she went through the nice and gently used items, all of which Jake had bought for you. After the drop off, you made your way back home the easy way, by web slinging home. By the time you got back, you found Peter standing at your front door.

"Hey! Sorry, I was out dropping off some clothes. You didn't mention that you were coming by." You greeted Peter with a wave and gave him a hug.

"It's alright. I was just on my way to the Sanctum, and I wanted to know if you wanted to accompany me?" He asked with grin.

"Really? You sure you want me to come along? You did mention the doctor hates unexpected guests…" You replied. Peter could see your hesitancy and he held both hands up.

"It's totally okay with Doctor Strange. I asked first, and besides, you're friends with his daughter, so…"

"Does he know-"

"Uh…" Peter looked away sheepishly as he rubbed his neck and laughed.

"Peter! Just because he's an Avenger and the king of the wizards, you can't be telling people my secret identity!"

"I am sorry! He saw you on the roof the last few times, and he wanted to know why I hadn't introduced you to him. Then America let it slip she's your friend, and, so… He kind of figured it out. He's a genius, and has that eidetic memory."

"Oh fantastic, a real Sherlock Holmes type, eh?" You retorted, and he laughed.

"Yeah, so I am sorry…"

"It's fine. Like you said, he probably already knew. I'm not mad."

"Oh good! So, do you need to do anything before we go?"

"I just need to put the washing on the next load of donations, then grab some water."

"Cool!"

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Once at the Sanctum, Peter introduced you to Wong. The man seemed grumpy at first, but after hearing who you were, he changed his tune rather quickly. He made you a tea while Peter left to find the doctor, and the two of you chatted about how Peter basically lived here at the Sanctum since his Aunt and Tony Stark had passed away. He asked about what you did for a living, and you shrugged. You didn't have a paying job, and you lived in your ex boyfriend's house, which you were getting ready to move out of.

Wong seemed impressed that you were taking charge and moving on with your life, which told you that Peter had been blabbing his mouth again. You would have normally been upset by this, but Peter had told you all about who Wong was, what he did, and who he worked with. He was like the other king of the wizards, and Peter claimed he was way nicer than Strange. You found that hard to believe, because both of the wizards had a reputation for being formal hard asses.

Peter ended up coming back with Doctor Strange, and the lad was just talking up a storm as the doctor nodded along while sipping from a steaming mug. The way they looked was adorable, like a son telling their dad all about their day after school, but it was Peter talking about his patrols, while the older man listened intently.

"-And then she flashed him with the lights, kicked the guy in the balls, and he fell off of the roof. I've never seen Sandman go down that fast before! She managed to get him, before he could turn into sand!"

"Oh wow, Peter. That's most impressive." The doctor winced a bit, but he was impressed all the same.

"I take it that this her?" He asked as he motioned towards you. You gave a polite smile and waved.

"Yeah, that's her! You should see her and Gwen work as a team! It's so fun! She's the one making all the weird lights at night." Peter said as he made the same hand motions you did for the lights. You laughed and looked over at the older man who was chuckling softly at Peter's energy.

"Ah, I see. Well, in that case, it's lovely to meet you, young lady. My name is Stephen, but you already knew that, didn't you?"

"Uh, yes, sir, er, uh, doctor."

"Stephen is fine. Any friends of Peter's or America's are welcome to use my first name. Unless, of course, I don't like them." He laughed and held his hand out to you. You took it gently, remembering that Peter had told you the man had delicate hands that had once been crushed.

"Okay, Stephen, it is nice to meet you too. I always wanted to see what America's and Peter's adopted dad was like."

"Oh, well, I-" Stephen seemed flustered when you said adopted dad.

"Oh, he's a good dad. Very supportive of my Spider-Man gig." Peter said as he patted Stephen's shoulder. The man beamed at the praise and kept drinking his tea. You didn't understand why he was known for being snobby, stoic, and rude.

"That's good. Peter talks about you all the time. Says you've saved the world a lot, and kept the spooky magic things at bay." You remarked, and Stephen burst out laughing.

"I suppose that's what I do. It's a new way of saying it though. Oh, I have to talk to ask Wong something. Be right back." Stephen smiled and then excused himself to go talk with Wong for a bit.

They did not come right back.

It was three hours before they did, and by then, America had come home, said hi, then left again for her studies at the Kamar-Taj. You had spent the time playing chess, and had won three to two. When Stephen and Wong came walking in, they looked frustrated. It turned out there had been one of those cosmic fluctuations, and Stephen was telling Peter and you to keep an eye out for anything weirder than normal. 

You left soon after, and went back home to grab a nap before patrol later.

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Three weeks later…

Peter and Gwen had convinced you to move out of the house Jake owned. You didn't make it easy for them either. You felt reluctant to leave that house. It had bad memories, but it also held so many good ones with Jake.

You gave the excuse that you couldn't afford to move. The house and utilities were paid for, and you didn't have a paying job to get something new. Peter shut you up so fast by having Stephen and Wong literally coming out at that exact moment and time to offer you a room next to America's and Peter's. You groaned when that happened, because who the hell says no to the Sorcerer Supreme, which was basically your friend's dad?

That gave you a free place to live, free utilities, and free food. That also offered you access to being transported anywhere in the world if you ever wished it, not that you really wanted to unless the others needed you to. You had lost the will to travel after what happened with your ex, but it was nice that the option was there. Living there would gain you security, because there were at least three sorcerers at the Sanctum at any given time, not including Doctor Strange or Wong who were fully aware of your relationship problems.

They even said they could keep Jake from coming in if you gave them some of his hair. That was easy to do, and you did it, mostly because Peter and Gwen said they'd try to kick his ass if he showed up unannounced. You weren't sure if they meant the wizards, or themselves.

Plus your friends were there…

How could you refuse?

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None for now. Again, sorry for the short chapter.

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[mythical-fangirls]

Watched Apothecary Diaries and then I bought vol 1 & 2 of the manga and read them both within 2 hours so I probably should've bought vol 3 as well but I didn't.

Anyways, differences from the anime vs the manga, mainly small details I like from both. Edit: Any Light Novel Readers, please correct me! I would love to know what was cut when it was turned into a manga!

In the manga we see Maomao put the flower with the note on the table for the respective concubines to find, as opposed to a windowsill in the anime

Jinshi, in the anime, is shown to gush over Maomao's disgust of him to Gao Shun twice as opposed to once. And honestly that just makes it funnier

The physician gives more background info on Concubine Fuyou in the manga. How the officer she was going to be given away to is a childhood friend of hers, which adds more context to who the soldier is

But the extra scenes from the anime on the couple is honestly so precious

Also, the incident with the poisoned food from the village, apparently the level headed soldier in that is the same one Fuyou ends up with. It's an anime exclusive

Chapter 2 & 3 are relatively uneventful, mainly filled with more information on things so those two chapters make up the whole of episode 2. Meanwhile episode 1 & 3 are whole chapters, with added scenes to add more context

It didn't feel obvious to me in the anime, but Jinshi did snag a piece of Maomao's snack during that neck kiss. In the manga he's seen wiping his lip, probably from the extra chocolate

Wording differences between the manga & subtitles. Depending on scene, I prefer one more to the other as. Ex: Maomao's explanation of why she can eat the chocolate thing as a snack and not worry about its effects. Her wording in the official subs is weird to me, while in the manga is more straight to the point

The increase amount of chibi kitty maomao in scenes in the anime, 10/10

In the manga, it seems that Maomao lived in the brothel but worked with her dad for apothecary stuff

In the anime, it's more coded that Maomao lives with her dad and just visits the brothel often

Speaking of, added scenes prior to Maomao becoming staff for the Inner Palace in the anime that shows her life before hand

Consort Gyokuyo laugh is cute in both, but her laugh in the manga looks cuter to me

The woman who requested to have tea with Jinshi is a mid-tier concubine. Three concubines have invited Jinshi to their private chambers, all of varying tiers (Manga)

A consort's place in the tier varies depending on several factors outside of status. It grades intelligence the strictest of all (manga)

Jinshi does know of others who have taken no carnal desire to him but looking at him with such blatant disgust is new (Manga)

Maomao's chocolate making includes some herbal oil and spirits, and the exact thing she wanted was solid cacao but they only had powder (Manga)

Maomao's chocolate cubes are bread that soaked up the excess chocolate, while the ones made for the Jinshi use dried fruit (Manga)

Due to remember the smell of many drugs and poisons, Maomao is also good at remembering foods

They made the scene with Maomao saying that the chocolate's aphrodisiac effects being three times stronger than the normal stuff a lot funnier in the anime lol

A detail I like in regards to episode 3/Chapter 4's main plot, is that episode 3 implies that saving that village from being wrongly prosecuted got the soldier high prestige while Chapter 4 states that he has worked hard for it

Fanfiction writers, I suggest having that incident in the village/barbarian attack be the final tipping point into Fuyou's childhood friend/lover reaching a certain level of prestige to be rewarded Fuyou's hand

So the explanation was confusing to me in the anime, but the second courtesan incident Maomao speaks of is that she feigned sleepwalking to be sold at a lower price to the man she actually wanted to be with. Because he lacked the silver to free her, so he had an acquaintance request to buy her, she starts to "sleepwalk" and the offer is dropped and due to her being sick the price is lowered (manga)

Concubine Fuyou looks happy on the day she leaves the Inner Palace in the manga

Little bonus manga pages. Xiaolan does Maomao's hair in a style popular with the other servants while Maomao's asleep. Jinshi is the one to see her and point out her hairstyle

Chibi strips, one is Maomao apparently gaining weight due to being the poison checker and being fed by the other ladies-in-waiting. Jinshi asks if she's been gaining weight

The second one is Maomao being thinner and Jinshi feeling guilty because was it what he said?

No, Maomao's workout routine is just getting distracted picking medicinal herbs as fast as possible

And I believe that's all that comes to mind? If anyone else who's read the manga wants to add more details please do!

Also, Maomao is my demi-aroace icon (demisexual & demiromantic btw). I can't wait for episode 4, I have no idea wtf the release schedule is like for this series

[sgcairo]

You dare post about Mamatore and not write her finding out about Anastasiy or Pants? Or even just interacting with them?

Anyways the mention of her "love potions" reminded me of Baba Anujka, who would sell people Magical Water/Potions to people to help solve their marital, financial and other problems, but, unsuprisingly, it was laced with poison. I don't know much about her apart from the fact that she's probably one of the most prolific serial killers of former Yugoslavia.

From this post!

I do dare, but only because I'm coming back right now with a BIGGER, better post about all the wholesome dynamics here!

(I will write that fic eventually, I need to get through all my new projects beforehand)

I did mention previously that Pantalone does meet her, however I never specified what he did or what she thinks of him. You see, there's a reason Pantalone is known as a charmer, and flattering Dottore's mother is a piece of cake. She knows she's not getting any younger, but having a handsome spry man like Pantalone telling her that she's as beautiful as the flowers she plants over the bodies buried in her garden? Oh, she's absolutely flattered, she can't help but invite him inside for tea, it's only polite... His complements are nice, and she hasn't had company in a while anyhow.

Pantalone, on the other hand, finds it interesting how similar Dottore and his mother are. She's as eccentric as he is, if not more so, and the two have a tendency to go on tangents about things they're passionate about. She in particular goes on about burials and ways to taxidermy bodies, her title was 'The Undertaker' for a reason. She's long since quit the business, but she often has the craving to get her hands wet, and spares no details about carving up bodies and stuffing them.

I did take a little creative liberty with Dottore's family name in this case, but I think that Haeresys would fit them nicely, definitely not a red flag that they're named "sect of heresy". And yes, Zandik also means heresy, to push the point that his mother might have more than a few screws loose (naming your kid Heresy x2 is weirdly funny). But hey, he lived up to his name, and she's very proud.

It's also very sweet (in a morbid way) to think that Dottore named one of his experimenting arenas after her. He still hasn't told her, it's a surprise, but he knows she'd enjoy watching the carnage. It was originally a birthday present, but things in Mondstadt got messy... he'll take her there one day, though. When she first meets Pantalone, she introduces herself and Pantalone has an 'oh, that's why Dottore named that one project a long time ago a really weird name' moment. He then proceeds to question why the fuck Dottore would name his torture dungeon after his mother, until she shows him the taxidermy of her husband in the living room.

Yes, you heard that right. She taxidermied her husband. Why? It's what he would've wanted, besides, he did take the plunge off the deep end after a while, it was only a matter of time before he kicked the bucket.

As for her relationship with Anastasiy, she's the most doting grandmother on the planet, always making his favorite food and giving him a heap of new clothes whenever he comes to visit. He's not very fond of burying bodies or committing several felonies, but he is very polite and sweet, so sewing with him by the fire has become one of her favorite activities. His fascination with ruin guards is also very endearing, and it reminds her so much of when Dottore was younger. He had the same toothy smile, but even so, she really hasn't put it together that he's not Pantalone and Dottore's actual kid yet. Poor Dottore gets surprised by the demand for baby pictures, which he does not have, and proceeds to make up a lame excuse that they got burned in a lab fire.

Anastasiy also brings her his smaller ruin creations when they visit, he even tinkered with a drone to hold her tools and help her with the gardening she's so fond of. It still hovers around the garden holding a small spade, waiting to attack any tricky pests that come to dig up his grandmama's carrots.

I did also base her off of Baba Anujka, I'm surprised you caught that part! Her poison business is a little side gig to keep the money coming, and she's grown good at hiding it. Her husband didn't suspect a thing, Dottore only catches it every once in a blue moon. They laugh it off, of course, it takes more than a few drops of poison to kill a Haeresys, though he's made it clear that if she poisons Pantalone, they'll have problems...

[serenasoutherlyns]

passionately, i'd say chapter four

Unlikely? You can live with that?

kincoy. explicit. ao3.

“You know how vehemently I oppose this, right Jack?” Claire asks her when they get back to her place. When they get home, Claire catches herself thinking.

“I do,” says Jack, setting her messenger bag down by the shoe rack, taking off her coat.

“Does it matter to you?” Claire does her best to be non-confrontational, matter-of-fact, but fails miserably.

“Of course your opinion matters to me,” says Jack. “But, I’m still your boss, Claire. Besides, you’d be better off taking your concerns to Adam.” Jack walks into the living room and stretches out on the couch. So fucking nonchalant. How is she doing this?

I’m still your boss, Claire.

Like she needs the reminder. Hot anger fills her ears. “Yeah, right. Your opinion had no affect on his decision.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“So, what, you’re going to make me work a case I find unconscionable?”

“Yes,” says Jack. “And you’re going to deal with it. And I’ll do it again, I’m sure.” Claire scoffs. She hasn’t removed any of her outerwear, she hasn’t left the doorframe. She hasn’t even closed the door.. She knows Jack has the power. She knows she should be a good subordinate. She can’t find that energy in her. Jack is reminding her of Thayer. Had she ever respected her perspective?

“Fine,” says Claire. “Fine.” She spits it. She turns, and walks right out the door without another word. She doesn’t quite slam it.

“Claire, wait,” she hears muffled through the door. She doesn’t turn back.

---

They hardly exchange a word the next day at work. Jack is cold, and Claire detached. Adam seems to notice something is wrong, but he doesn’t intervene. They work in silence. Claire goes out for lunch and leaves Jack to his leftovers in the office.

Could she really do this? Claire thinks over a cup of tea in the break room. Can she love Jack when she effectively wants to kill a man? It’s just the law, is what Jack thinks. It’s their discretion whether to enforce it or not. And she knows Adam wouldn’t force Jack to pursue the death penalty if she wasn’t okay with it.

Where would Claire be left if she left her? Would she keep working with her? None of the rest of them had. Maybe it would be fulfilling her destiny, maybe it would be getting the natural consequences she had earned. The thought makes her heart sink. She’s in love. Is that enough?

She knocks on Jack’s door that night. “Bad news?” Jack asks her, reading her expression, her gritted teeth, her set jaw. She has a half-drunk glass of scotch on her desk. Claire resents it. She holds back what she really wants to say in response. It’s really bad news. It’s news that could break them apart forever, if she’s honest.

“Judge Boucher granted your motion to reinstate murder one charges. So you won.” Claire nods. She doesn’t even try to hide the poisonous anger she feels. “Congratulations.” She turns away without a word and shuts the door hard.

---

Claire opens Jack’s door with her key, not knocking. It’s almost midnight. She walks in urgently, quickly. Jack is taken aback. Claire drops her things on the floor. She opens her coat to reveal the pajamas she hadn’t bothered to change out of.

“Claire,” says Jack, “I,” but she doesn’t have an end to that sentence.

“I love you,” says Claire, walking up to her. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too, Claire,” says Jack warily. She seems confused. Claire is confused, too. “Did you want to talk?” she asks.

“No,” says Claire, “No, I don’t.” She grabs Jack’s face and kisses her hard. Jack moans immediately, kissing her back equally forcefully. Claire slides her hands up Jack’s t-shirt, unclasps her bra, pulls the shirt over her head and pounces, pushing her back onto the couch and straddling her. “I’m not sure I ever want to talk to you again,” she says.

“Claire,” Jack half moans, half begs. “Don’t do this.”

“Don’t do what?” Claire says, leaning forward to bite Jack’s neck.

“Throw this away,” she says.

“That’s on you, Jack,” she says. “All of this is on you.”

“I,” Jack says, and hisses when Claire takes a nipple between her teeth. She begins to speak again, but Claire places a hand over her mouth.

“Shut the fuck up,” she says, and means it. Jack heeds her instructions.

Claire fucks Jack and doesn’t let her touch her. She’s unapologetically rough, she pulls and scratches and bites, makes her come until she can’t anymore. When Claire has had her fill, Jack looks up at her with her eyes glazed over.

“Jesus, Claire,” she says. “What has gotten into you?” Claire gets up and goes to the living room, leaving Jack alone.

---

Claire opens the bedroom door carefully, quietly. It’s almost three am. Jack is sleeping impossibly soundly. Claire wore her out. She had stayed up, mulling the night over, playing the day over in her head.

You know, this is hard enough without your eyes accusing me every time you look up.

Of course she doesn't want her to feel bad. Of course she doesn’t want to hurt her. Of course she can’t just stand by and let her get away with this without a fight. She had ended up at Jack’s before she could think any better of it.

Unlikely? You can live with that?

What does it mean for her that Jack can? It’s hard for her to even fathom that Jack wants Sandig dead, that Jack wants anyone to die.

Claire crawls into bed, carefully lifting the covers. Jack stirs anyway. She reaches out in her sleep and pulls Claire close. Claire loves her like this, soft and gentle, resting. She loves her so much. She feels a tear fall, then another one. She sniffles. Jack wakes.

“Oh,” she says, voice full of sleep. She breathes deeply. “Don’t cry, Claire.”

“How?” Claire asks. “Jack, I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Not now,” says Jack. “Just sleep.” Claire doesn’t reply, and eventually, she hears Jack’s breathing slow again. Claire does her best to sleep, but probably only gets a couple hours. In the dawn, she nudges Jack awake.

“I’m going to go home,” she says. “Don’t call, Jack.” Jack just nods.

“See you Monday,” she says.

---

The day after the verdict, Claire is late getting in. Her eyes are puffy.

“Hey,” Jack says. Hers are, too. Her hair is a mess and her blouse is wrinkled. “There’s a case file on your desk. A solo one.”

“Thanks for letting me know,” Claire says. “Come over tonight,” she requests. Jack freezes for a moment.

“Okay,” she says nervously. “I’ll be there.” Claire goes to her office and leaves her alone.

---

“So,” says Jack in her kitchen. “You wanted me to come over.”

“I did,” says Claire. “I love you,” she says. She wants to say more, but it’s all that comes out.

“I love you too,” Jack says. “Is that enough?”

“Is it enough for you?” says Claire.

“Yes,” says Jack. “It’s always been enough for me. I’m sorry, Claire.”

“For what?” says Claire, incredulous. “For what you did?”

“For how I did it,” says Jack. “I shouldn’t’ve made you work this case. I should’ve found another second chair. I knew it went against everything you stand for.”

“You’re right, you should’ve,” said Claire. “Do you feel good about the outcome?”

“No,” says Jack, “But I think it’s just.”

“Do you respect me?” she asks.

“Deeply,” she says. “But I still need to make decisions. And I stand by the one I made.” Claire’s face falls. “It’s business, Claire. Can’t you separate it from love?”

“It’s a man’s life, Jack.”

“What do you need to hear?”

“I’m not sure,” says Claire. “This was a mistake.”

“Don't leave me,” Jack begs her.

---

Jack shows up on her doorstep, soaking wet. It was raining so hard she’d gotten soaked just walking from the subway station. Her shirt clings to her body, her eyeliner runs down her cheeks.

“Please, Claire,” she says when she opens the door. “Let me in.” Claire leaves her in the doorway and comes back with a towel. When she’s a little less dripping, Claire rests her head on her shoulder and begins to weep.

“I miss you,” she says.

“Can you forgive me?” Jack asks. Claire nods against her. Jack’s shoulder is warm from her forehead. She throws her arms around her and holds her tight.

“I can’t live without you,” says Claire, which isn’t an answer to her question. Jack can live without knowing for now.

[wwriothesley]

A person who gets a bit too close ( or they perceive to be close to him ) to Wriothesley will have the impression that he won in life. 

People would genuinely use this manner of speaking to flatter him, and he'd thank them politely and tell the one(s) that used this expression that he hasn't won- he fought hard for everything that he has now, and will keep fighting to help what he considers to be his home. He answers politely because he understands how this must look from the outside, and that the person is genuinely happy for him and thinks they're paying him a great compliment.

In their eyes, he went from a prisoner to royalty, from a nobody who has committed a nefarious crime into an atoned, functional member of society who has contributed the most to Fontaine's growth. In their eyes, the Duke has reformed fully, and is not feared from those who don't have a reason to fear him. To those who have met him, once they got over his intimidating looks, they'll admit to find him a polite and charming fellow with a bit of a dry humor.

Wriothesley's feelings can be summed up by this Game of Thrones quote:

I've lost a hand, a father, a son, a sister, and a lover, and soon enough I will lose a brother. And yet they keep telling me House Lannister won this war.

( Though, translated in italian, Jaime rather says ''They keep telling me House Lannister won this war. But then, why do I feel so cold inside?'', which I find it more fitting for this purpose. )

Wriothesley doesn't know his biological parents, and can't remember them, thus forgetting a part of his past. He has gone through hell on Earth, endured abuse and humiliating conditions of living, and the biggest realization of his life came when he understood that he had to murder his adoptive parents himself, as the law and authorities couldn't do anything to stop their crimes.

Despite all of his efforts to heal himself, there are the bad days; where he wakes up in cold sweat and has to pry the sheets that feel like an hanging noose from around his neck.

He dreamed, and sometimes still does, of the monster that was his adoptive mother screaming and begging him to stop as he drives the hunting knife in her chest, multiple times. How her nails dug long, by now healed scars in his arms. For some reason, he can't stop thinking about her last, incredulous words, ''you're hurting me.'' as if she never believed that retribution would come, one day, in the form of her oldest livestock specimen turning against her.

How his adoptive father simply crumpled to the floor as the livestock inched closer to him, step after step, no mercy in his eyes as the man in front of him turned from a cruel abuser to a whimpering mess of a man urinating on himself and begging Wriothesley to spare him. How he asked him why?, as if he didn't knew his crimes.

It's their disbelief and incredulity that left the biggest impact on Wriothesley. Both abusers turned into confused, terrified people begging him to stop and asking him why he was doing this to them- the human mind is truly something amazing, sometimes.

He still dreams about none of his siblings stopping to wave back at him, afraid of this blood-covered demon bleeding from the scratches on his arms and with ice cold, empty eyes staring at them. He knows that he had frightened them- but, some days, it weights on him.

There are bad days, when he'll be brought tea from the kitchen, a thoughtful gentleness from Wolsei- and he'd stir sugar and cream in with a silver spoon, a part of him afraid that it would reveal a poisoned drink under his touch. In the worst days, no matter if the silver doesn't darken and crack, signaling no poison in his tea, he'd pour it down the drain and, instead, choose to make up for his unseen slight by inviting the Fortress cook for an handmade brewed cup of tea, complete with snacks and tea cakes. Wolsei feels blessed, Wriothesley feels less guilty- and all is well.

There are days that not even Sigewinne's improised therapy sessions can help him- but then, he compromises by smiling in front of one of her Desolation Shakes, as he names them, and downs one down without a protest. Despite the taste, it does work and gives him a boost of energy for the day. He's also able to down a Mysterious Meal made by her without batting a lash, as long as she caters to him a bit and puts some roasted potatoes into it. He'll clean the box without a protest then.

Wriothesley hasn't won in life. The price he paid for later ''successes'' in life was not a cheap one by any means, and he had to fight for every single thing of his. He had to fight to survive and access the position that he's in now- he is now considered royalty, a title appointed to him by Neuvillette, who knows of these struggles, and that makes him feel better about it.

Sometimes, he still think that he has to fight- but he learned that this is just a thing about life: to fight is to feel alive.

[monochromefilms]

Two of us

man I really hate this.

tw: guns, blood, stalking, deaths, character death.

this is based on the Alice Killings. There is no Yuu so this may just be a twst au…

The two of us.

There were two of us. Riddle and…Riddle.

You were the Alice that lived, and yet? You don’t remember it all. A Diamond, a spades, a Clover, and the trump card.

You dress in your perfect dorm uniforms while I get lost in wonderland. You live on to study for your tests and grades while I haven’t even passed junior high. We are the same yet we both have different stories. I am to change that.

<3

The first Alice walked into the world called wonderland…

Cater doesn’t know where he is or what he is doing. He only holds a random stick he found to fight the thing off.

With bated breath he tries to run. The “people” keep on trying to grab onto him. Dragging him down to his doom. He fights them off the best he can. He can’t use his magic. He tries and it doesn’t work.

Then the Alice strays too far, Lost within the woods!

He hides in a shrouded area. Where trees lays. He feels eyes on him. He looks around with wide eyes. He tries to keep his guard up.

He hears a giggle…

He looks up….

A Diamond card is now placed on his strangled body…

————————————————————

The second Alice was a fair and gentle gentleman.

Deuce felt tied up to a chair. Yet he can feel that there is nothing holding him down. He looks around yet everything seems blind.

“Hello! Who are you!” He screams as he hears footsteps, “Help me please! Let me out!”

As he sings people would gather ‘round.

Then, a bang echoed.

Shot him dead to the ground!

The spades card was placed in the middle of the young boy’s chest. Blood seeped through from the shots fired. [RIDDLE] could only smile.

_________________________________

Trey was afraid. Was this where Cater and Deuce went? He sits in a never ending throne room. Dressed in an attire for the kings and princes of successful lands.

The crown rests upon his head. With shakes breaths he looks around cautiously. His glasses askew.

The room messed with his perception of vision more than him without his glasses. He tries to stand up yet it seems like he is glued to the seat.

Why does he feel so tired? Why does he… his looks as he skin wrinkle. It went from slowly at his tips to rapidly up his arm. He tries to yell out yet no one was there. He sees and feels his fingers disintegrating. He can’t do anything.

Once a lovely girl now she’s just an ugly corpse…

Riddle and Ace were afraid with how their friends seem to disappear. Yuu was locked in their own room from grief.

The two looked through the bodies in horror at each gruesome sight. All with a playing card being placed…

This was not an Unbirthday Party….

On the bright forest path, that’s where the forest parts.

The two students seem to be lost in the woods.Ace ran beforehand as he sees an opening. Riddle following after.

A tea party with blue roses, that’s where our journey starts.

The taller red head seems to stare in horror before looking at Riddle in anger. “You knew of this didn’t you?! You did this!” He yelled accusingly at his dorm leader.

Riddle looks at him with wide eyes before looking forward…

A tea party… all set up. The seats were full… except for two… The mangled and bloodied bodies of their friends, all sat in order. All seemed to be missing a part. The rest of the seats were filled with stuffed animals. The plates now… the cupcakes seem to be half eaten and full of poison or blood. The platter in the middle made a metallic scent with it being filled with human organs that laid down. A few teacups had a heart that has now stopped beating. And at the very end of the table…

There sat a red haired boy. A letter laid, hiding his face as the boy drank his tea. Riddle knows this boy… The boy sets down the teacup and places the letter down.

A letter from the queen it actually was. The trump card, THE ACE OF HEARTS!

The boy was Riddle. Or deemed to be Riddle.

The boy smiled.

The clever older Riddle, the younger stubborn Trappola.

Riddle widens his eyes in horror. He looks over at Ace who seemed to be quiet. Too quiet.

He screams and stumbles back in horror.

Ace was decaying before his own eyes. Ace stumbled towards his dorm leader in a panic before falling to the ground. With wide eyes, he dies.

None would ever wake up from the dream that they had planned. For ever, lost within the land called wonderland!

Extra: [Riddle] pats Yuu’s head. Yuu only looks down emotionless behind their bunny mask.

“You did a good job.” He says.

[atemourisan]

Sugi-No-Okata

I have finally completed this piece of my interpretation of Mōri Motonari's step mother Sugi-No-Okata.

And ofc her design was inspired by the typical Disney villain look because Maleficent's and Queen Grimhilde's designs are very dramatic. 😌

And ofc parts of her story was inspired by Lady Guo Nuwang in The Three Kingdoms period and ofc with the way Basara portrays Motonari. 😈

Only though in my fanon, she never influenced him into worshipping the sun goddess and she never was a loving step mother, and she never influenced him in any shape or form.

Instead she is one of Motonari's worst enemies.

In my fanon, she is a concubine of the Amago clan and ofc Amago Tsunehisa's lover and ofc she is Haruhisa's paternal grandmother as he never loved Kikkawa Kunitsune's sister as the marriage like usual was arranged.

And with Tsunehisa's permission, Sugi slipped poison into her rival's tea only to desecrate her body after her death.

Sugi does help prevent the Amago clan from being converted to Xavism, and when Luís and Anjiro and a few others to storm Izumo, and ofc Luís isn't there to fight. He's there to help spread Xavism after the Amago is defeated but ofc they are driven out.

Luís however was taken prisoner but later managed to escape.

While he met Sugi, he was pretty horrified by her as she commited something that horrified him and when Luís escaped he told the story about was going on up there in Gossantoda castle.

And at some Xavist sermons, Luís would put out this motivational speech to Otomo troops, he mentions Sugi but he calls her "The Jezebel Within Gassantoda Castle Walls".

Sugi however knew about this but she wasn't offended, nor did she run away from that title, she embraced it.

As she was proud that she could instill intimidation and fear into any man she pleases.

Years later, Tsunehisa would task Sugi to bring forth the downfall of the Mōri clan and she quickly caught the attention of Mōri Hiromoto who was quickly bewitched by her charms, not even realizing that he was falling ill to alcohol poisoning.

As for her rival Lady Fukubara, Motonari's and Okimoto's biological mother. Hiromoto fancied Sugi so much that he began neglect his own wife to the point that she began writing letters to him asking him to come and visit her but to no avail.

Sugi began to tell lies about her and began creating tension between Hiromoto and Lady Fukubara and even planting seeds of suspicion in Hiromoto's head that both Okimoto and Shōjumaru were not his sons but rather Akagawa Motoyasu's sons despite how ridiculous these claims were.

Lady Fukubara later lost her husband's favor altogether, and without thinking he ordered for Sugi to dispose of his wife.

But due to his weakened state, he regains his senses and orders for the order to be retracted but it was already too late, as Lady Fukubara was already dead causing Hiromoto to feel immense regret, but he too would follow his wife a few years later.

For Shōjumaru though it would be hell as he knew Sugi was responsible for the death of his mother, and he was very afraid of his step mother.

And ofc Shōjumaru was very close with his mother as her death traumatized him throughout his childhood that he would try to find comfort in Lady Guifei who played the role of a wet nurse for him when Lady Fukubara had health issues after giving birth to her second son and ofc Miya's mother, Lady Takahashi.

As Hiromoto began to succumb to alcohol poisoning, Sugi wanted to makesure that after she had rid of Okimoto, that his younger brother would be weak and unable to succeed in life.

After Okimoto discovered a bruise on Shōjumaru's face, he would send him to live with visit Miya and her family just to keep him safe as Okimoto would become very protective of little Shōjumaru after discovering that it was Sugi who struck him across the head for reading a book.

And ofc Sugi had to figure out on how to get rid of Okimoto as he was taller than her and could easily overpower her.

And ofc she would use some kind of magic to weaken Okimoto's muscles and give him to Matsunaga Hisahide as a gift years later.

While Sugi is into refined men like Tsunehisa, she was flattered by Hisahide but he ofc saw her as nothing but someone who gave him a servant. Perhaps her blood lust was too much for him? Who knows.

Since my fanon has had a lot of changes, I am figuring out what my basara Okuni's relationship with my Sugi and what she thinks of her.

But for now before Okuni would spend time in Mikkawa, she would take notice of how whenever Sugi walked by him, as ofc Motonari was very suspicious and fearful of Sugi.

When Ieyasu and Masako would ask Okuni if Motonari is always what he seems to be, she replied "When lord brother, erm I mean Lord Motonari was in Oshikibata, he dreaded Otomo Sōrin's's influence in Kyushu and feared Amago Haruhisa's presence in Izumo sometimes on the border of Aki. Even in home territory he was afraid that Lady Sugi would cause trouble."

As ofc after Okimoto went missing, and Motonari became the new head of the Mōri clan after Kōmatsumaru also went missing causing Yuki to be horrified by both the disappearance of both her husband and son.

Sugi was also very disapproving of Motonari's relationship with Miya due to her lack of backing of status from her family the Kikkawa clan but only had this fake facade on as to pretending to keep what is right for him, but it was not enough to keep Motonari and Miya apart.

Sugi was ofc very angered about Motonari's success in defeating the Amago clan, but due to him putting Okuni in charge of Izumo, but because Okuni was in charge of Izumo, Sugi saw potential in Okuni as she was ofc biologically a member of the Amago clan as her mother was from there, but her father was low in terms of status, but to Sugi this didn't matter as Okuni could be what could bring back the Amago clan once her plans come to fruition.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Hola Dani 👋🏼 ¿cómo estás? ¿Que planes tienes para el fin de semana? Say hi to your mom from me!! 😌

My clases are going great, I only have female students and they are nice, way more confident that I have ever been but is fun!

I would absolutely love to watch a show or movie with you but you should know that I have been described as a "live meme generator" whatever that is 🤣🤣

The One with the Exile

“The whole of Scholomance does,” Amira chuckled. “It’s a miracle Anjali doesn’t yet.”

Maybe she does but like the magnanimous queen that she is she's going to wait for Rafe!!

Would he get demon ichor in his system again? How was that happening anyway?

I'm going to stick with my poisson theory until proven wrong 😌

“Every time I bring up Gabriel, he pretends to get a phone call and walks away,” Selena rolled her eyes. "Nobody calls him!"

Oh Jace sweetie NO! 😔

“But I’m glamoured!” Selena said in surprise.

I don't like this!!! 😖😖😖

Especially after shit when down with Marcus.

Fuck Marcus, I hope he gets a tight hug from fire while conveniently covered in gasoline... Burn bitch buuuuurn!!!!!!!!!

“Camila. This is the shadow world. There is always serious shit going on,” Gigi chuckled. “You have to find the time to do your own shit or it will never get done otherwise.”

So true!! These people don't even know what peace feels like!!

“He literally pointed a gun at Anjali!” Gigi said incredulously.

Exactly!!!!! Only an evil psychopath would do that!!!!

But she didn’t feel that way. Not after what Marcus did.

Everybody look at my smart child and take notes

Mama had told Gigi that there was nothing and no one more dangerous than a man who refused to admit he was wrong.

Del tal palo, tal astilla 😌

“Um,” Camila said, grinning madly. “Your good luck charm is standing behind you.”

“Oh,” Camila said as she stared at the tiny gadget over Gigi’s shoulder. “Oh shit.”

Oh shit is correct! Oh shit very much!!!

It could get him kicked out of the institute.

Or it could keep you safe, TALK!!!!!

The shiver on his skin died almost immediately.

They were gone.

He felt it. He knew it. 

David sighed. He stared at himself in the mirror. The one in front of his bed.

Cover that shit... you're not supposed to have mirrors in front of your bed, that's how the evil spirits get to you, my abuela told me this and she is always right!!!

Granted she also thinks that if you step on salt you will have bad luck and never get married sooo...

Magnus’ face was unreadable. “I’m sure it was just shadow market gossip.”

I need to know EVERYTHING about this prince like yesterday!!!!

Magnus laughed. “That’s a great theory. Except demons don’t poop.”

Also Chopin is a cutie pie and wouldn't do that to you!

“Don’t repeat what you heard from the faeries in the shadow market,” Magnus said.

But whyyyy??????????? 😫😫

Magnus’ cat eyes hardened as he looked at the tea again. “It wasn’t a ghost or a demon. Someone has been intentionally poisoning you.”

I KNEW IT!!!!!!!!!!!

“It seems Marcus has told us many misleading things,” Anjali said quietly.

I told you so!!!! Wait why am I getting so many things right so soon...!! Oh no... 😭 things are gonna get really bad, I can feel it!!

“Amor,” Rafael whispered. “You need to take a break.”

I agree!!! I'm worried about Anjali 😭

He should probably propose first.

Yeah, you should!! Also how do I get invited to an Indian wedding?? There are not a lot Indians in Venezuela 🥲

“Take selfies?” Rafael shrugged. “That’s what Max does.”

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Marcus strode into the living room, seemingly not in the mood for small talk. “I assume you’ve invited me here to reconsider your decision about my proposal.”

Listen here you little shit!!!! 😡😡😡😡

He knew their history. He knew their world. He knew the law.

He just didn’t care.

What had happened was not a mistake.

I told you he is an evil bitch but you never listen to me!!!!!!! Kill him NOW!!!!!!

Marcus gives me republican vibes, if he were in TLND he would be one of those evil senators that work for the NRA 🤬🤬🤬

“No,” Marcus whispered, pointing the gun. “You can’t take the shadow world from me.”

“Should we have removed his sight?” Rafael sighed. “Why give him another chance? We should have just-”

Yes!! Yes you should have!!! Sometimes you need to be those people!!! Not only demons are evil you should know this by now!!!!!

He felt the weight of the ring all over his chest.

He looked at her.

He smiled.

O mai gaaaaa!!! It's happening!!!!

Nooooo!! What is that?!?!?!?!

“It’s Nicolas Thorn,” Anjali said. “He is coming to Idris.”

Finally!!!! 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

Next week, a hot new warlock enters the villa!!! I can't wait... next Tuesday is my birthday so I'm gonna claim chapter 9 as my birthday present, you have been warned homies!!!

Thank youuuu Dani!!!! I swear this story feels like a suspense movie!!! I LOVE IT!!!!! 💚💚💚💚

Hi, Alex 💚

I had an incredibly stressful day and your ask was one of the few things that put a smile on my face today.

Thank you so much. SO MUCH.

AND I AM SO EXCITED FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY OMG. WE'RE GONNA HAVE FUN!

Love you 🥺

[joylinda-hawks]

You're wrong. They all died so tragically because they didn't know me. WOH, episode 24 part 3. Remembering his life in Tian Chuang and his behavior during his last meeting with Xiao Jiu, ZZS heads towards the exit and admires the plants in the courtyard. ZZS claims that he gave Jiu Xiao wine laced with Drunk Like a Dream, so he slept for five days and five nights, and when he woke up, it was all over. Xiao Jiu hated him so much that he left without saying goodbye. When ZZS saw him last, he was already lying in a coffin. He thought he was ZZS, he was imprisoned in a certain city and risked his life to free ZZS. He eventually died there. His beloved, after many difficulties, brought me his body. ZZS didn't know what connected this girl with Jiu Xiao, when he finally discovered it, he forced the girl to drink poison, from which she died immediately. ZZS states that if there is a parallel world, they probably gather there and curse him, the evil big brother. WKX replies that no one curses him, adds that they know ZZS. Distraught, with tears in his eyes, ZZS says that WKX is wrong, that his brother and his beloved died because they didn't recognize him. ZZS almost sobs when he says this. ZZS explains that Jiu Xiao had admired him since he was a child, and his master father Jiu Xiao treated ZZS like his own son, and tears rolled down his face as he said this. He explains that all members of the sect, both old and young, treated him as a family member and an older brother, respected and loved him. ZZS claims that it blinded them, they did not know that the real ZZS was a coward and a traitor. WKX looks at ZZS with despair, he is shocked that ZZS thinks so much of himself. WKX turns to ZZS with Ah Xu and asks him to sit down. ZZS doesn't feel well and sits on the bench. WKX pours tea seeing ZZS's condition and gives it to him. I decided to divide this most important part of the scene - what I called the ZZS confession - into two parts. ZZS knew that when he started telling WKX about his life as Tian Chuang's commander, he must have told him the most important things that made him leave the prince's service. This journey into the past is very painful. The hard shell surrounding the heart and soul of ZZS crumbled, leaving only a wounded, wounded young man who years ago trusted the wrong person and whose naivety led his people to needlessly lose their lives. ZZS is cruel to himself, calling himself a traitor and a coward. However, when he made the decision, he was only 18 years old, a young boy who did not know the world and the rules prevailing at the prince's court well. A young boy who believed in the honesty of his cousin the prince. However, years of service, each year confirmed to him how wrong he was, maybe he did not immediately accept the fact that he had been deceived. The turning point came when Jiu Xiao died. ZZS decided to punish himself and drive nails into himself, he wanted to die, although maybe he thought that after death he would go to hell for his bad deeds. However, before he dies, he wants to tell someone about his tragic fate and wrong choices. ZZS does not expect forgiveness, it only wants WKX to listen to it and free it from the burden of past sins. WKX is almost terrified by what ZZS says, he didn't think that this young boy he had known for years had also suffered great harm. In my opinion, by playing the role of ZZS in this scene, ZZH really empathized with what his character felt, he beautifully showed us the emotions that torment ZZS's soul. He did it in an extremely subtle way. I admire him for that.

[sadnesslaughs]

“I spent three months meditating in the woods before I got my Druidic abilities,” “Oh, I was just watering my plants one day and one of them told me my hat was stupid.”

(A response to a writing prompt.)

“Incredible. To learn our craft without even needing the spiritual connection with our great mother nature. You must be quite the Greenthumb.” Valia smiled, the tall wiry woman amazed by his words, wishing she had his natural talent. “What happened next? Did you commune with your green friends? I find talking to flowers is a great way to improve one’s garden. It allows me to cater to their needs.”

“Oh? I plucked the flower out and burnt it.” Danny said, continuing to water his plants. The man’s pink sunhat dangling around his neck, getting lifted by the windy breeze blowing near the cottage.

“You what? You’re kidding, aren’t you? Everything’s sacred, even the plants who ridicule us. Please tell me it’s a joke.”

“It insulted my hat; I couldn’t let that slide. I’m not going to appear weak Infront of my garden. Anyway, what does a sunflower know about hats? It doesn’t even wear one. I’m not taking that from a flower.”

“I see.” Valia winced, trying to move past his mistake. He didn’t study in the forests like her, it’s not surprising he made a mistake. Now it was her job to educate him. “Next time, you will think before you act, right? It was only a bad day.”

“Oh, no. If any of them step out of line again, they're getting stomped.” He crouched, setting aside his watering can, pointing to another sunflower. “This one used to be chatty. A few games of loves me, loves me not sorted him out. Do you have anything to say about my hat today, Frela?” Frela remained silent and Danny resumed watering.

“THAT’S BARBARIC. They are living creatures; how would you like it if I stomped on you? What if I plucked your hair and burnt you?” Valia’s canine teeth sharpened, the hair on her arms thickening, about to transform into a wolf. She panted, having to focus on maintaining her control. Slowly she returned to her human form, the daisy chain tattoo on her wrist revealing itself once more.

“If I insulted you, I would expect to be stomped on. I spend everyday giving them my love and affection. If they take that for granted, they deserve to be punished. Isn’t that right, my little rose?” He gave the rose a gentle pat, only using the tip of his index finger. “Shelly’s great. She’s the first flower I ever planted. She’s like a daughter to me.” Shelly didn’t answer. In fact, none of the flowers did.

“Right. Nice to meet you, Shelly.” Valia thought she understood what was going on now. He didn’t have any abilities; he was simply insane. That explained everything. Dear mother nature wouldn’t lend her powers to someone with his soul, no matter how good at gardening he was. “Tell your father to stop mistreating his plants, ok?” Valia laughed. She couldn’t be mad at a madman. All she felt now was pity. A man all alone in the forest with only a cottage and some plants. No wonder he was mad.

“They don’t speak to outsiders.” Danny said, assuming she was thinking what every other adventurer thought when they met him. “If you stayed for a longer time, they would open up to you.”

“Oh, I’m certain they would. What’s that little sunflower? Why yes, it is a beautiful day. As sunny as your name.” She condescendingly said, giving him a smile as if he was the stupidest person she had ever come across.

“Did you need anything, or are you going to be on your way?” Their conversation had been refreshing, but now it was getting on his nerves. She truly didn’t believe he had the same abilities she did. Danny considered summoning a vine or shaking a tree before deciding he didn’t need her approval, letting her believe he was insane.

“I was going to ask you for some tea, but I fear your knowledge of natural herbs may be too powerful for my tastebuds.” Valia mocked, this being her polite way of saying she didn’t want to be poisoned by whatever wild things he picked from the forest.

“Right.” Danny didn’t wave her off as she left, focusing instead on his garden. When she was out of earshot, Shelly spoke.

“She smelled father. I don’t like her.” The flower whined, shaking on the spot.

“Shelly, we’ve been over this. You can’t smell.”

“Well, she looked like she smelled.”

Danny still found that odd. Flowers couldn’t smell, but somehow they could see people. Did they have eyes, or was it some strange way of sensing a person that he couldn’t comprehend? “I didn’t like her either. It’s a shame. I enjoyed our chat until the topic of flowers came up.”

“YEAH? MAYBE YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE KILLED MY BROTHER THEN. You and your stupid ha-“

“Frela, I will drown you. You're on your last warning. Now, do you want to finish that?” Danny stared at the sunflower, who remained quiet. “That’s what I thought. What is it with you sunflowers and the insults? No wonder some people consider you a weed.”

“I’ll talk with you, father. I saw a bluebird today. It was blue.” Shelly said, not having the greatest communication skills. Still, Danny appreciated the gesture.

“I believe I saw that one, too. The tiny one with the big wiggly tail? It was blue indeed.” He gave the rest of the garden a nod. While he usually would have stayed for a conversation with the others after a watering session. He decided he needed some alone time after that last encounter. So, he slid off his gardening gloves and headed inside, making a nice floral tea and finding a gardening book to read.

[phoenixmosheh]

4/11/23 

Your Assassination Attempts Are FAILING...HORRIBLY.

This one is for the in the closet Crybaby D*ck and his bitter HIV Postive pregnant wife, who thinks I don’t know about every little spell, they pay someone to cast and send my way, just because it didn’t make it on a blog post. Blog post are not making it because I am making tea and stirring it.

(THE HEART ATTACK SPELL FAILED CAN YOU FEEL IT?)

 https://youtu.be/j3tVrEsHCKs  - Heart Attack Spell Failed

https://youtu.be/HUxef4OMSn4 - Plot to Spread STDS and more hate. Failed.

https://youtu.be/zm5ABNEOaJE - I know all my Energy Hoes miss me! - Jcole (when she plugged her nose at the end...I knew God was throwing shade at the basic betch). Elias you are developing clairalience, a heightened sense of smell. https://www.alittlesparkofjoy.com/clairalience/

https://youtu.be/3r7RvPjWgw8 - Round of Applause for Elias Making it Out Alive 

God Playing Matchmaker

By the way, this particular reader was used continuously per The God of Spirits because she went through a similar situation with a man who chose another woman. This man is going to come across this blog and know that he should have chosen this woman instead of the other woman. God wants this man to come to him and ask him how to approach this woman because they will cross paths again and this is his soulmate. (awwww...i was wondering why I was using her back-to-back) and don’t be trying to take her man basic betch its a no. 

https://youtu.be/qxXDZ5fCovU - Get it Right by Tone Stith 

The Backfire (Karma)

God told me to tell Crybaby d*ck, that you and your wife are the cause of the fetal heart attack your unborn child will have in May (Taurus Baby). Unfortunately, you are approximately 30 weeks pregnant and live in a state where you no longer qualify for an abortion. You will carry this baby to term, and it will also be a stillborn. 

Whatever you send to Gods’ children will backfire and effect your own. I am going to break this down for all the slow bloodlines out there... STOP. CASTING. SPELLS.

You should have spent that money on your hospital stay or water.

(and no before you ask... the baby is not going to Heaven because it belongs to you)

Pay Attention To Your Abortion Laws People:

https://reproductiverights.org/maps/worlds-abortion-laws/

For Elias’ Adoptive Mother: Did You Not Think I Would Save Your School Principal with no Principles a$$ a spot on this blog? (when honor thy mother and father no longer applies)...

Elias told me once in conversation not to talk about his mother (a son being protective and defending his mother which is normal). Out of respect for Elias this is why I haven’t said anything about you until now. But you deserve this. 

Concoct one more evil plan, you bitter, egotistical, racketeering, money laundering, jealous he is not about to give you a dime or anymore of his time hoe and I will concoct one too. Ask my family, I could give a f*ck about you being old, if you disrespect me or someone I love; you could be elderly limping on a cane with cancer and I would kick that cane right from underneath an old hag and keep on walking. I am the new Mother now betch, and you won’t see not half a coin before you die. What you need to do is focus on your real son (crybaby d*ck) and start planning his funeral; side by side graves...? I don’t know, you figure that out, since you like planning so much betch, plan that. All I know is Elias and I will not be donating to your cause dead or alive. So, I suggest you play bingo with somebody else. 

How does it feel to know nothing good came from your own flesh and blood (bloodline). You murdered Elias’ real Father, which is why you get emotionally triggered every time Elias would ask you about him. Aww poor Hoodoo Witchdoctor Godmother (Root magic). Elias’ real Father chose to be with Elias’ real mother over you; you got jealous, cast a love spell on his Father, poisoned his real mother and since they had a child (Elias), you upgraded from Godmother to Stepmother. However, Elias’ Father woke up from that love spell and still didn’t want you and wouldn’t allow you to legally adopt Elias. So, you killed Elias’ Father and took what he had. Placed Elias in the system (adoption) and then went back to adopt him, so that you could be tied to the inheritance and energy attached to him too.

It was your plan to bring that basic betch back into Elias’ life, the same toxic betch you knew hurt him in the past; the same one you had to help Elias get a restraining order against.  The first love spell cast on Elias as a teen was the basic masonic hoes idea; how dare a masonic betch come for your son right? 

But then Elias met a new woman and you found out this woman was his future wife and he was going to leave your leech a$$ behind and take his inheritance with him. You found out this woman who was his future wife could be a bigger threat to you than the basic masonic betch from the past. You were right, you psychotic narcissistic demon lmao. So, you teamed up with Elias’ ex girlfriend and her masonic family, who also wanted a piece of that inheritance. Do they know you were still planning to take them out, after you got Elias to put your name on the will? Do they know now? Jesus Christ. smh.

It was your plan to make Elias believe those children were his and not your real son crybaby d*ck.

Anyway...its no longer a secret that you are the mastermind of all of this betch.

You know what else I know?... you wanted Elias just like you wanted his Real Father. Did you touch Elias as a child?...I bet you did. Which is why Elias developed a sex addiction in the first place, right? You conditioned him to think sex meant love. You’ve been casting spells over Elias’ all his life which is why it was so hard for him to break free of them. You’re a child molester, whether Elias remembers it or not. I know what you are. 

Since you didn’t have the emotional intelligence to tell Elias this truth. I did it for you. I can see why you struggled. I can find a way to tell the world without exposing Elias and I, if you want? Or maybe I will let Elias decide. 

Damn, a child molester and a school principal. I wonder what people will think? Stay away from Elias, your pendulum magic isn’t working, mess around and fall right into a sinkhole if you want to betch per Angel Gabriel

I Am So Glad I Got to Meet the Family, 

Respectfully, 

Your Daughter-in-Law

(Elias do you think they like me?)

https://youtu.be/QJI-DuUsrrY- Elias’ Wife Roasting Elias’ Fake A$$ Wannabe Mom-Wife

https://youtu.be/-Mbr2s5lSLw - Elias You’re Forgiven (When you spin the block one more time to cuss this witch out).

https://youtu.be/6zckQ5kxXkM - Monster - Beth Crowley

Cassandra A. There are 7 letters left in your last name...would you like to play Hangman? Middle Schoolers love that game, right? If I win, what prize do I get? How About a Leave Us the F*ck Alone?

https://youtu.be/DdwVDglxQvU - Tarot on Cassandra Behind the Mask

Cassandra, do you know what I hate. A stalker. Especially, when I catch them stalking me after I’ve told them to stop stalking me. Do you understand what prize you are going to get, if you do not stop stalking me? 

By the way you took your linked in profile picture down, but you are still on twitter. I’ve tweeted your pictures to a folder and am currently making copies. Oh and if I get hacked betch, you are getting hacked and I have a feeling the public will believe my evidence over yours? No spell work needed. 

Elias, although I am broke and have been homeless...as you can see, I have done this for free... I am not in this for the money. I did, however, need someone to practice on sorry it was your fake a$$ family, but I thought I might as well do a free favor for a friend. Anyone who knows me which I’ve found out is NO ONE!... knows that I have no desire to be famous and cannot be bought like most people can. I like privacy its peaceful. Elias, you have to decide what you want and what you are going to do ...but I am leaving in two weeks, whether you are here or not. I have gotten used to rolling the dice and free falling not caring if I live or die. So, you and God can figure out what you are going to do...I am leaving in 2 weeks. 

Bye Cassandra.

https://youtu.be/l3ZfjqyqEA4 - A Narcissist Worst Nightmare Tarot 

https://youtu.be/jz2nP0QzknE - Hard to Kill Lyrics 

Root Witchdoctors (Hoodooism) 

https://www.spiritualityhealth.com/articles/2021/02/Hard 23/the-hoodoo-blues

https://www.ncpedia.org/root-doctors

Does God Hate Gay People? God is Pro-Human. 

https://youtu.be/Dkk9gvTmCXY - You Need To Calm Down - Taylor Swift

So, this is a very controversial topic, I have been thinking about how to explain this in the best way possible, so that your perception on how God views homosexual/bi/pronouns etc changes. Just because crybaby d*ck and basic betch are a part of this community, does not mean we hate that community. In fact, The Melchizedek are pro-human. However, if you were to ask us what homosexuality is? We would place it in the mental illness category. Before you throw stones, look at it from a spiritual perspective that can be compared to a hormonal problem within your physical world (Earth).

So, you have estrogen (more for women) and testosterone (more for men) but when both of these hormones are out of balance a woman might start growing hair on their face or have a deeper voice, a man might develop less muscle mass, higher voice etc. Well in the spiritual world, you have people who talk about feminine and masculine spiritual energy. Energy is literally your soul (mind). So, if masculine and feminine energy are out of balance in the spirit...your soul (the mind) is going to think its feminine when your body is clearly showing you that you have masculine body parts and vice versa. So, in that humans mind, they are going to think “I feel like I was born in the wrong body.” 

There are many born like this due to the fall of humanity, this does not mean these people do not deserve human rights, like healthcare. This does not mean The Melchizedek or God support self-mutilating surgeries or same sex marriage. However, The Melchizedek understand that on Earth instead of fixing the problem, humanity has normalized it; this is how people have evolved overtime in order to cope with this mental illness because they don’t understand how to fix it (don’t be ashamed; The Melchizedek look at it like any other mental illness or Personality disorder).

For those who have developed gender mental illness later in life, it can kind of be compared to an “identity crisis’ where you are still trying to figure out who you are and so you start testing the waters (switching in and out of masculine and feminine energy, trend following “i’m bi-curious,” “i’m both genders” can also confuse your identity development or slow it down.) Which is why you have some people who have been convinced at a young age to partake in self-mutilating surgeries and later they may wish they had not (their masculine and feminine energies started to balance out whereas others may experience lifetime stagnancy).

This is a very difficult mental illness to correct, especially if a person is born like this but no holy water, nor exorcism etc is going to work and no being gay cannot send you straight to “hell” your character however can.

 The cure for a gender mental illness is learning to balance out the chakras, which is something that would need to be practiced within a community that is in agreement. Honestly, this topic is far from what The Melchizedek are focused on and we are not really here to convince people...but this is our knowledge you can take it or ignore it. We don’t care either way. However, the Rainbow...we need that back... its copyrighted. 

Heaven Sending signs https://youtu.be/aa7A-E9eIFY - Born This Way - Lady Gaga

Although, God did create humanity, humans evolve overtime on their own whether they have The Melchizedek as leaders or they do not. God created Humans, God does not create mental illness or sickness by way of who humans choose to be led by. 

Warning:

Please do not go to anyone claiming they can cure homosexuality with chakra energy bundles. If they knew how to do it...it would have been proven by now and google would be all over that sh*t. 

How I Healed My Feminine Energy and Stopped Cussing These Hoes Out! 

Men and Women need both feminine and masculine energy like they both need estrogen and testosterone. However, Men need more masculine energy to function properly and Women more feminine energy to function properly. Some Men and Women are born in the wrong gender energy i.e a girl being born with too much masculine energy (think of a birth defect) this can be corrected if the energy is balanced out. This does not mean a girl cannot like what you call “masculine things” like sports such as wrestling, just that they do not know how to revert back to the feminine energy without struggling.

 As for people, not born in the wrong gender energy, there was most likely something you experienced right before you decided to shift into a more masculine energy or feminine energy i.e a break up, an abusive relationship, lack of attention (neglect), being a child having to take care of your siblings or provide for the family etc etc etc. There are others who are just followers, confused and still don’t know themselves which is why you have women who claim to be lesbians who end up pregnant and then say just kidding “i’m bi-sexual.”It can be different for everyone. Think about the world you live in as well not everyone has access to do the things they love like in the video below and take the time to figure out who they are. Your systems are not built for that kind of freedom. 

For some reason humans like to make excuses and support people and ignore problems even with substantial evidence that something is clearly wrong. If you have a body with female genitalia (evidence) but your mind is telling you that you are a man ???????? Why do we go to school? 

But yes, God loves Humans including Gay People. Why? because they are humans too. 

https://youtu.be/J5IbRU0sRE4 - healing feminine energy by Jillz Guerin

Fun Fact: Melchizedek used to track their periods using the Moon Cycle (it was called the Lunar Cycle)

https://youtu.be/nr9Fu88GdxE - Nurturing Yourself During Your Cycle -Jill Guerin 

***note: you really don’t need a huge house in order to be comfortable or happy. However being able to have some kind of comfortable space is ideal in order to feel good about yourself and relax which everyone should be able to have so don’t view this video and think you need the exact type of lifestyle this person has in order to live an amazing comfortable life. No I am not saying anything is wrong with the way the person in this video  is living so don’t be hating on her...***

I am more focused on ...

Where the idea of castles with 100 rooms or more came from? Then, I thought of Eve and how God told her to be fruitful and multiply ...and I was like “Oh wow...that makes sense.” Otherwise, call me jealous if you want to but, why else would anyone need that many rooms beyond bragging & hiring modern day slaves, whilst doing rituals in the downstairs dungeon?

https://www.royal.uk/royal-residences-buckingham-palace#:~:text=Buckingham%20Palace%20has%20775%20rooms,quadrangle)%20and%2024%20metres%20high.

Blood-Poisoning (can occur from disease, food, water, air etc.)

https://youtu.be/QcIy9NiNbmo - Bad Blood by Taylor Swift (Sound Familiar?)

This is what crybaby d*ck wanted for Elias’ Wife right? ...to lure her in using Elias’ Energy, rape, transfer an STD to her and get her pregnant for revenge in a state where she wouldn’t be able to abort right? Great job doing your research. Although, you might have been able to get her pregnant, Melchizedek blood is immune to human disease, once they start to mutate their body will destroy disease causing pathogens and their body will experience detox like symptoms fever, chills, vomiting, diarrhea, hives, seizures, fainting and symptoms of some diseases but they will not test positive for the disease.

Code For: (Were You a “Transfer” (from Heaven) too? Or Dauntless (Sinner) Born. 

Which is why Elias was feeling sick; Elias was healing from the diseases being transferred while his opponents have been testing positive. This is also why Elias did not test positive for COVID. The Melchizedek Woman, even though she was living in homeless shelters, with no soap in the bathroom or mask wearing has not tested positive for COVID. If you are someone who has been vaccinated, boosted several times and have recovered, have an Inconclusive or negative test. Samjaza is suspicious of your bloodline (Family). Elias you still need to get an HIV test before you see me for your peace of mind not mine. I know I am right. lol. 

https://youtu.be/FVlkbs32vGo - The COVID Test Result

https://youtu.be/oBEPD_AJUbA - The Test Didn’t Work

https://youtu.be/8Diu6MR_Y8g - Don’t Let Them Know Who You Are (If you are a vivid dreamer, God can use dreams to train you, alert you, speak to you, if you have the same dream over and over again there is a test you need to pass).

https://youtu.be/5ttoICpH0Vc - Be Quiet & Play Dumb

https://youtu.be/0SfwHWzAfFQ - Become an Actor (What Would a Homeless  Person Do? God Training the Melchizedek Woman)

https://youtu.be/GKfwLeZDEEU - Pass the Final Test And Prove That You Are From Earth Because They Are Watching All Of You On Your Social Media Accounts and You Better Not Be Surviving In a Supernatural Way! 

 The Melchizedek Woman wakes up The Melchizedek Man (Elias under a spell) https://youtu.be/7UhFzTWxzBo

(Nothing we have shared with you is news to our enemy (Samjaza), which is why we share...its not a fair game if you don’t know you’re in one. Right..basic betch?

The Mutant Cure (No More God Traits...No More Humans) 

https://youtu.be/D7QBdxLPc0c - Part 1 of 3

Let me explain this one more time, not for you, but for the innocent people attached to you. (if you have friends or family, they better call you and have an intervention before they all end up under judgement) 

Now that no one is stealing my energy, this means I can heal even with attacks being thrown at me. I. absorb. the. attacks. The most that happens to my body now is ...I get a little sleepy and I take a nap. Before I was feeling the effects because you were all being greedy energy vampires. However, Elias lent me energy through Reiki Healing, so I am not as weak, which is why the attacks you are sending are no longer working. If you saw the post where I stated “it won’t stop my death” I am talking about a death-like coma (i.e the phoenix spirit resurrects) and no you won’t be able to steal my energy anymore, because we know who you are (I was blind, but now I see). Now go through those energy withdrawals, like a champ and take your low (loss).

We Are Ahead of Schedule (Samjaza cannot predict prophecy) his/her plan is always to find The Melchizedek before they awaken to who they are and then take their energy...Samjaza did not expect God to send two of his smartest players (they are smarter than the previous Melchizedek that came before them and advance faster in their gifts). 

Samjazas’Plan Examples:

Part 2 of 3 https://youtu.be/yiizHdqhEag - Samjaza finds Jean Grey (The Melchizedek) who is manifesting but doesn’t understand who she is. 

Part 3 of 3 https://youtu.be/oo52523RR3A - Samjaza convincing a Melchizedek they can take away the burden of their calling by convincing them to give up their energy or use them for evil.  (fast forward to 1:09 for an example of someone stealing energy).

https://youtu.be/cx7lbPE7Hpk - Please Don’t Go by Joel Adams (For Elias)

The Result of Samjaza Getting a Melchizedek Woman Pregnant...an Abortion by any means necessary...Ask Eve. (Melchizedek Woman: I Don’t Know What Kind Of Money These Earth Hoes Are Receiving for Popping Out Abominations...But You Could Not Pay Me To Birth That)!

https://youtu.be/kuV-i3yK9gI - Jean Grey Dies

https://youtu.be/53-jDbNCfqg- Laena’s Death House of Dragon

https://youtu.be/cl5caGn4_po - Eve Under a love spell pregnant by Samjaza secretly plotting to abort his mission because the love spell is wearing off

https://youtu.be/n2lTpPptOWA - The Love Spell Samjaza put on Eve wearing off and Eve finding out Samjaza is not Adam 

https://youtu.be/8nBFqZppIF0 - You should be sad - Halsey

As for the Earthside Magicians...Samjaza will use all of you and pimp you out for his/her own selfish gain...

https://youtu.be/HUHC9tYz8ik - Billie Eillish Bury a Melchizedek The Only One That Can Help You

You better learn to mind your own business and research who these bitter delusional people are paying you to send these attacks to before you send them. You don’t want to get caught up in a war and be surprised when your own bloodline starts dropping like flies out of nowhere.  

MIND YOUR BUSINESS & STOP DOING MALICIOUS SPELLWORK. IF YOU DO NOT WANT ANYTHING TO RANDOMLY HAPPEN TO SOMEONE YOU LOVE...STOP RANDOMLY SENDING IT TO OTHER PEOPLE. WE KNOW.. WE KNOW..IT WORKED BEFORE AND YOU WERE AN EARTH MAGICIAN GANGSTER AND HAVE A TALLY BOARD. HOWEVER, TIMES ARE CHANGING. STOP. CASTING. SPELLS. YOU ARE OUT RANKED. THIS IS WHY...YOUR SPELLS ARE NOT WORKING. CEASE FIRE. 

This is Your Final Warning. I am not going to keep posting the same old tarot messages predictions for you they have served their educational purposes...I am saving space on my blog to reveal all the things that you have done like crime. 

 smh (its almost like that unborn child has more brains than both of you combined at this point...I just can’t.) 

Silas on Standby: The Banshee Spirit (Angel of Death) the other half of this spirit is Azrael (Angel of Care). 

https://youtu.be/WkoutXztQ_c - Releasing the Banshee (Final Warning) 

What happened was Azrael comes down from Heaven to keep a Melchizedek’s soul from leaving their body, if badly wounded. Silas, Azrael’s other half (her husband) collects souls; Silas was triggered by the soul of a spirit he recognized trying to Passover too soon “The Melchizedek Woman” who is like a little sister. So, while Azrael is busy keeping the soul intact, Silas has to come down and take out whatever is killing the soul. Silas is a warring spirit who outranks Arch Angel Michael and Samjaza (Satan).  (Wish the Melchizedek’s a Happy Marriage, Honeymoon and Life and Move on or Silas will help you and yours move on).

Commercial Break: 

True Story: 

When you find out the house you woke up in, is a house with a prostitution gang who have all kinds of illegal guns on the table but you are in their kitchen making coffee minding your own business...and one of the jealous drug addict prostitutes gets suspicious and starts threatening to beat your a$$ as she accuse you of being an undercover cop for being too pretty of a homeless person. (But your fear tolerance is unusually high)

The Melchizedek Woman: ***Sips coffee*** “Whoa...chill out, you can stay head prostitute I am not trying to take your spot hoe. 

 ***stands there awkwardly trying to figure out, if this betch is flirting with me as she tries to convince this gang I am a cop ..,smh.***

https://youtu.be/d-54NnZFEK8 - The Trap House

https://youtu.be/uBYy351FsUA - Elias’ Wife Riding the Bus 

https://youtu.be/3wmm3LDTHi4 -  Hood Princess lmao.

4/25/23

You Know God Has a Sense of Humor When He Uses the Sitcom Friends to Mock Elias and his Wife.

https://youtu.be/YXOUOOtfTBs - The I Hate Elias’ Wife Club!

https://youtu.be/LHmMTZR30E4 - Elias’ Wife Finds Out Shes in a Love Triangle

https://youtu.be/XBjNcLnj4AY - How Elias’ Wife Reacted When She Accidently Left Him a Happy Birthday Voicemail Before They Lost Contact...Unsend it God!

https://youtu.be/EbFjP0Ajti8 - Elias Wife Being Cared for by Random Men While Carrying His Eggs (Real Babies Around) as he stalks her through false tarot readings. Gabriel said this would make Elias mad but it’s true. lmao.

https://youtu.be/L81XWiDgmTk - Elias Marrying the Basic Betch Under a Black Magic Spell...his poor subconscious calling out for his real wife...getting beat up by the basic betch whenever he fux up and calls out for help from his real wife...lmao.

https://youtu.be/Bnju9eUUuxo - When you keep asking God if you should wait on Elias or prepare to act like a damsel in distress at the tram station... does he need more time, Lord?

https://youtu.be/AtEAowkhd1M - The Basic Betch still delusional after Elias Marrys his real wife

Meet the Basic Betches God Santa Muerte 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santa_Muerte

Today I got a new roommate and I pretended to know nothing about the spiritual world or the occult. This prompted this roommate to educate my dumb naive a$$ about how she was once a dark witch ...who served a spirit deity called Santa Muerte...apparently if you promise this spirit something you better be able to pay up with whatever you promised the betch or you will start seeing her skeleton-like-figure in your household haunting you. When I asked the roommate how she was able to go from a dark witch to a light witch after serving this spirit...she said she has never met anyone who has been able to end a contract with this spirit and lived to tell it. She told me she was still attached (enslaved) to this spirit and showed me her tattoos of Santa Muerte that she got in order to please this spirit. She has also practiced love spells on several men and mixed her menstrual blood in honey inside jars and dipped the pictures of her victims in it (never put it in their food though...if you want to give her props). Did you know Santa Muerte is a spirit with an actual name known by The God of Spirits?...If Elias calls this spirit by its actual name, he will be able to help you (basic betch) and your power of three witchy fake flimsy rooting for your downfall a$$ friends get out of that contract). I was wondering why over the past few days I have been hearing someone summoning a “Death Angel” or “Goddess of Darkness” at first, I thought you people were insulting me but now I understand it was all a misunderstanding. Maybe you should chant harder and let Santa Muerte know that your sacrifice is staying in the same room as one of your soul sisters under a similar contract just like yours. Let’s make a bet, if I am murdered in my sleep your God is more powerful than The God of Spirits and Santa Muerte wins as the most powerful God...Get to chanting, ok?  Oh, this roommate is also pregnant and her boyfriend just went to jail which is why she ended up in a shelter ...crybaby d*ck are you behind bars yet? 

The Originals - https://youtu.be/79PGD-QMPJ4

Jesus Sends Demons into Pigs

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%208%3A28-34%2CMark%205%3A1-17&version=NASB 

...just in case any of you stalkers were wondering what I did over the Eclipsed Moon. Yawn. Don’t Panic. I’m still breathing. I know you masonic hoes are happy for me.  

BAIT WATCH...

(2 weeks ago... The Melchizedek Woman was trying to decide between spending the only money she had on an outfit for her date with Elias or renew the domain for the Phoenix Mosheh website... God told her to buy her date outfit. In her mind, this was a bad investment because “what if our enemies try to steal it (Boohoo tears) God: let them take the bait and don’t say anything). 

The Plot to Take God’s LLC...Unfortunately, you have taken the bait. Phoenix Mosheh is not our LLC otherwise we would have copyrighted this legally before putting it out to the public. It is however being used to bait our enemies (thieves). 

Why do you think Phoenix Mosheh has not made any money yet? ...because it is not time. We are very, very, strategic. So, if something seems too easy to steal, I would think twice about why it’s just sitting out there for anyone to steal. (However, you should not be stealing anyway). 

The Phoenix Mosheh book currently out there, isn’t even the real book. Only the Melchizedek will sell this book under their real LLC and under their real copyright. The fake book had to be made visible to the public which is why the book distribution companies including amazon were being used. So, if it’s not copyrighted by the Melchizedek, there is a reason dumba$$. For any future wannabe thieves, think twice before you try to steal and pirate The Melchizedeks’ intellectual property. If you are stealing from The Melchizedek, you are stealing from God. Be bold and steal from God if you want to. 

Once again...The Melchizedek are currently adolescents (children) which means they need people to practice on. You don’t want to be practiced on...unless you have a fetish for your life falling apart.  

https://youtu.be/599nHA_Cclc - Steal it Idiots. (tarot from 2 weeks ago) 

As of 4/18/2023 

Phoenix Mosheh is gradually transitioning over into its real business name created by both Elias and his wife in celebration of them becoming one.

(Elias never liked my business logos...What? Phoenix Mosheh wasn’t a good enough name for you Elias!)

Did you know if you buy from someone with a legal business name under the Phoenix Mosheh brand you can sue them for Fraud?

Phoenix Mosheh is gradually transitioning over into its real business name which will be revealed in time. You may have noticed Phoenix Mosheh does not ask for money on any of its social media pages, besides the GoFund me page (a set up), which will be taken down. If our enemies would like to use the name Phoenix Mosheh or any of the intellectual property that we have already copyrighted, under our real business name...this is committing fraud and The Melchizedek will sue you privately. Why? because we already told you brain damaged bloodlines...you are not getting any f*cking money. So go ahead and pretend to be Phoenix Mosheh, if you want to. If you accidently buy a Phoenix Mosheh book because you somehow missed this message, you will know because the books will have key identifiers such as errors, unfinished book cover prints, and different storylines, books will also be under a publisher ISBN owned by the book publisher i.e lulu.com instead of listing The Melchizedek new business name as the actual publisher. If you don’t know what that means...every book out there right now is under lulu.com as the publisher. Once the new Phoenix Mosheh business name is released this name will be listed as publisher instead of lulu.com. (lulu publishing has been an awesome resource for self-publishing... so don’t hate on them). Anyway, again if you buy a book or any other Phoenix Mosheh merchandise and someone owns this company under their LLC etc etc. You should sue this company for fraud and misleading the public because they are not the real creators of any Phoenix Mosheh products. 

Phoenix Mosheh was and is meant to supply free content to the public in order to help those who have been taken advantage of for generations with the wrong religious indoctrination no longer be taken advantage of 

Please continue to enjoy the FREE Phoenix Moshe content as we transition over into the real thing. 

Thank You. See You in Court Brain Dead Betches.

Did You Know in Heaven Elias and His Wife Get Promoted from Chief Detective and CIA Agent to Spiritual Hitman? Elias Surpasses Me.

https://youtu.be/32RAq6JzY-w - FAST X Trailer

Did you know one of the ways Samjaza (Satan) could tell that The New Melchizedek were coming is because people of all complexions, races and ethnic backgrounds began to come into agreement about certain things.  Segregation is a sign of “No Melchizedek” in the world. Samjaza does not care about what color you are, where you are from, who you are etc., he would use and discard any one of you, if it meant he could win. Emphasis on the discard per basic betch and crybaby d*ck. smh. Where he at though?! lmao.

that bounce back is about to be fire …Yal Ready?

When you keep trying to save mankind and they keep on trying to tame you…

https://youtu.be/RVd_71ZdRd4 - Strangers by Halsey 

When You Take Back Your Energy

When that basic betch thought you were lying when you said “you were taking back your energy”...find a different Beauty SnapChat filter betch...

https://youtube.com/shorts/-YLB33nCvzw?feature=share - Energy Snatch Clip

https://youtu.be/61kYiio6tTE - Man Snatch & Gifts Snatch I told you basic betch

When the light and dark-skinned people come into agreement and agree the basic betch is a walking hazard to society...no matter her skin color 

https://youtu.be/Vyp4BQjW3zg - Menstrual blood spell work ick...be careful who you take food from. 

https://youtu.be/ymPfRA10UXw - No seriously 

https://youtu.be/hzOs8i1SJ2Q- take caution.

https://youtu.be/r_3REvl0Ldw - lol.

4/19/23

The Copiale Cipher Masonic Family Update 

(Do I have to come on here and post in order for you all to feel validated (seen)?)

If I were you all, I would call off The Copiale Cipher you are thinking of doing on the Eclipsed Moon, it’s going to backfire.  Also, if you are going to try and steal (cipher) my soul (energy) again, the least you can do is invite me to your Presbyterian Church. I am not familiar with that denomination, but I love sitting in church pews pretending like I give a sh*t just like you. Shouldn’t you be more focused on praying for your niece’s soul, instead of trying to take someone else’s? If you have a funeral for her ...you masonic hoes better invite me...don’t worry, I can keep a secret. 

The Copiale Cipher (Pigpen Cipher)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pigpen_cipher#:~:text=The%20pigpen%20cipher%20(alternatively%20referred,be%20assigned%20to%20the%20grid.

https://youtu.be/I_4rRM8CIwU - oh how the tables are turning...

FYI Some Shelters allow you to cook your own meals (no menstrual blood was used in the making of these meals) Elias remember when I used to send you pictures of my dishes and you used to put little hearts next to them?<3 God told me to show up that basic betches menstrual blood spaghetti and tell you your real wife is a gourmet chef in the making...(High Carb Fiber Protein Diet) 

Veggie Eggrolls & Mediterranean Grain (rice quinoa lentil mixed) w/Honey Glazed Peppers and Sweet Zesty Mandarin sauce made from Greek Yogurt.

Creamy Fetta Kale Macaroni Pasta 

if you have PTSD from that basic betch... I’ll let you watch me cook or cook with me until you trust that I am not trying to poison you. 

( I can’t believe I have to say this but basic betch don’t take screenshots of my dishes to catfish some other poor soul online into believing this was you ok...smh.) 

https://youtu.be/TNB0rgz_9Tc - Perfect Timing - Tone Stith

https://youtu.be/6nr8hPnZfMU - Upgrade You - Beyonce

4/27/23 

You all are a bunch of sore losers lol. By the way once you talk to whomever you need to talk to in order to get my IP Address. I will be using a different IP address. Also, something you should prepare for in the future... the connections you think you have with larger corporations that own all these little social media sites that like to block, censor and hide the truth will start allowing The Melchizedek to sell you out simply for the fact that they do not want to be sold out. They are going to start saying...every man for themselves cartel cult...no need for all of youtube to be shut down because you got caught... because you are slow (low IQ).

What would happen if the Melchizedek Woman started to use all of youtube to expose you all...are they going to shut down all of youtube for your hush money?...that would be suspicious as f*ck in the public’s eyes... be careful. k? And I will cover the people and or readers I use...so if their accounts do get shut down its in their best interest... you dollar store skeleton worshipers however, will be in the dark and no opponent should go to war fighting blind, it is never a smart move. 

https://youtu.be/puRUhzyYaz8 - did you like the video where this reader stated you are so scared of being exposed that someone is trying to pay youtube to shut down her account. lmao. Did it get deleted yet?  It had a lot of curse words in it...a lot of vulgarity, a lot of truth. I love truth.  

And the truth is no matter what you will still be exposed...because I am being selfish, and I want to orgasm.

What is your IP address? (Yes, I am flirting with you don’t break my heart and tell me you’re not interested <3 it’s called sexting are you not turned on?)

[hopefulstarfire]

🎮 and 🌳 for everyone? (I'm working on answering the ask you sent me for that ship meme, by the way. ^-^)

Wooo!!! I'm excited!!! And thank you for the ask!

🎮 If your OC lives or would live in the modern world, would they like video games? What would be their favorite game?

Kat: Kat loves video games and loves any and every kind she can get her hands on! She just loves games and she actually does stream a lot. She plays a variety from Fire Emblem, Persona, Final Fantasy and Dragon Age to Devil May Cry to Stardew Valley and Story of Seasons. But her personal favorite is Animal Crossing New Horizons. She gets so excited over the island creation and when Happy Home Paradise came out she was constantly on stream with it. She lives and breathes ACNH.

Maddox: Mads is more a casual video game player. He likes to pick up and explore and just have a good time. He doesn't play a lot of video games that require a lot of like dedication and attention but he also likes story heavy ones. He probably really is big into Devil May Cry and Dragon Age. Especially Dragon Age. He could go on an 8 hour rant about how it's a sin that they didn't make Varric romanceable. He probably also loves Mass Effect.

Iris: She honest to God never has time for video games anymore but wants to play them. She really loves rpgs and the jrpg games meant a lot to her when she was in school. Her favorite games are actually probably Earthbound and Undertale. She also enjoys Soul Calibur bc she plays it with her siblings and it's bonding time for them.

River: River's a big time gamer and he loves it. It's his big passion in life. They also learned how to do a lot of programming from playing them and watching Seto and also casually just. You know. Fixes the final level in Pacman by reprogramming the coding to complete the lay out because they were issued a challenge by Alister to beat the original Pac-Man and River is just. Like That. His favorite game series is probably Legend of Zelda and I feel like his favorite installment is Twilight Princess.

Nana: Nana is the Cozy Gamer Supreme. She loves getting to play all sorts of indie and cozy games and bundle up with her blankets and some tea and have the best time. She does really like the Story of Seasons games a lot and Pokemon (as do all of the gang), but is probably currently playing Spiritfarer, Potion Permit, Unpacking and Beacon Pines. What Remains of Edith Finch tho is the game she could write literal essays on. Her and Yugi were big Kingdom Hearts fans too!!

Vance and Chelsea: Chelsea was at the arcades all the time and she's still the queen at Mortal Kombat. Vance likes Pac-Man.

Dahlia and Dinah: Basically on the rated e for everyone games but they do really enjoy the Sonic games!!

Mason and his side of the family ocs and Meredith I don't see being too too into video games or picking them up. Flora is still kind of getting into them.

🌳 Would your OC survive for a week on their own in the wilderness?

I fully believe Mason, Chelsea, Vance, Wes, and Maddox could 100%. Kat could too, but she'd be complaining the whole time because she wants her own bed damnit.

Nana would somehow accidentally eat something poisonous. Like she is very smart but she'd probably eat something thinking that it wasn't poisonous.

Iris would if she got to live in a cottage in the woods unbothered. Otherwise no.

You couldn't pay River to do it. They would die in a heartbeat.

I feel like Meredith would stand a better chance with Roland because I feel like Roland could survive anything.

[angelprinz]

hii laven! i've lurked for sometime but i've gained the courage to send you something! thank you so much for your works, you and the anons are godsends on slow days <33 this ended up longer than i intended, i'm sorry!!!

cw dubcon, cumeating ♡

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thinking about how ayato would be the type to condition his noble fiancée to be addicted and completely dependent on him,,, imagine ayato properly courting you, unlike those really creepy men who only want to get their dick wet, as you said to him on one date. you really love him!! after all, he's polite and gentle with you! everything in your relationship has been so picture-perfect so far that you can't help but be mindless and agree to his whims, like when he took you on a milk tea date!

little did ayato's cute little fiancée know that once she takes on the kamisato name, she'd be living a life different from what she imagined when she accepted his marriage proposal <3

after he took you to a separate property the kamisatos had in a separate island, you stayed there warming yours and ayato's bed, unable to leave. why? you weren't allowed to wear any clothes, something he said was a "honeymoon tradition" for new wives in the kamisato family to show off their innocence. then he starves you and only feeds you his cum, another kamisato tradition he's just following he tells you is to ensure "future purity and fertility for the bloodline". sometimes he does it from a bowl and feeds it to you in spoonfuls but he really likes it when you choke on his length every "feeding session" you have as he pounds into your throat while your back is up against the wall. he doesn't feed you everyday so you can't establish a cycle and you're usually very hungry until he comes for you too :(( you barely know what day or what time it is but you've become so behaved for ayato that he spoils you whenever he comes inside to feed you or to just to fondle your body <33

when the "honeymoon" is over, ayato takes you back to narukami, and gives you the most lavish and beautiful clothes you've ever seen but you itch inside of it as it constantly drags along your skin with every movement. thoma prepares a meal for you two in the teahouse as he welcomes you to the clan formally (he hasn't seen you in nearly a year he thinks!!) but you find yourself retching after taking a bite! thoma feels so bad, did he accidentally poison you :((? but ayato laughs and tells him that he's done nothing wrong, just that his wife probably isn't used to the inazuman meals anymore after you've both been in fontaine for so long, even joking that maybe his wife's tastes have become a bit too refined!

when he takes you back to your room together in the yashiro commission estate, you can't help but shiver trying to piece together what you learned on your first day back in society but you're so hungry that your brain hurts every time you try. the moment he slides the door shut, you start begging ayato for his cum while peeling off the complicated outfit you wore, you're hungry and in a hurry after all! and how can such a kind and loving husband like ayato not indulge his wife when she's been such a good girl for him?

anon i- will you marry me? thank you so much for this ask, firstly you’re so sweet and secondly THIS IS SO GOOD IM- literally drippin’ reading it holy shit. cum eating reigns superior and ayato manipulating you to think it’s something normal? so, so, so deliciously degenerate. i love you, mwah, on my hands and knees for your ayato ask.

the mind break, the face fucking and starving <3 truly an awful awful man but i’d do anything for him.