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The Noble House of Gaunt | Part 3

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smut | slytherin!reader requests info w.c | 8.2k summary | You and Sebastian hatch a dangerous and possibly stupid plan without telling Ominis, and it doesn't exactly go the way you want it to.

Here we go! Final part to this mini series and I loved every second of it! PLEASE request things for Ominis and Sebastian! (Sebastian is my favorite character in Hogwarts Legacy but Ominis is a very close second). Hope you enjoy :)

This is embarrassing so DON'T LAUGH but I may or may not have listened to I Need A Hero (The Shrek 2 version) while I wrote this. Maybe! You can't confirm anything and I'll deny it anyway...😬

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Your dream started out innocently enough. You were sitting with Ominis, tucked away in the back corner of the Library. You two had been studying for your O.W.L's, and a comfortable silence fell over you. You were writing notes, and Ominis was doing the same using his self-writing quill Professor Weasley special ordered for him. You kept eyeing him, his head had fallen into his hand. He looked so beautiful and you wished you could explain that to him properly. You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek, causing a boyish smile to spread across his face. You pressed another kiss on his jaw, and by this point his quill had stopped writing when he lost focus. You kissed along his jaw to the side of his throat. Ominis tilted his head subtly, slowly leaning into your touch.

You slid closer to him, kissing down his neck towards his collarbones. You could see the way his cheeks flushed, his lips parting as you gently bit a hickey onto his collarbone.

"We need to study..." He protested weakly, but you know he didn't really want you to stop. You reached up to yank his tie loose, working open the top button of his shirt to gain better access to his neck. His hands came up your sides, gently feeling around until his wandering hands found the edge of your skirt. His fingers slid under the hem of your skirt, and slowly drifted up your thighs. Your lips found his, lips moving slowly as his fingers traced your panty line. You could feel yourself getting wetter as you squirmed against his teasing touches.

"Ominis." You gasped softly, feeling him smile against you. He could be a sadist when he wanted to be. He loves making you beg. His hand dipped beneath the band of your underwear, one of his fingers dragging through your soaked folds.

"Need more my love?" He whispered against your lips and you nodded quickly. He gave you a sardonic grin, and pressed his fingers against you more firmly.

Then you woke up. Your cheeks heated and your chest heaving.

You'd been having dreams like this more frequently. Thoughts of him utterly ruining you plagued you night after night. Thoughts of your back arching and his hand pressing against your mouth to quiet your moans. You had no idea how to bring this up with Ominis, or if you even should. He was still beyond stressed out because of his lingering Mother, who continued to visit him at least once a week. Apparently none of his family had ever visited him a single time the previous 4 years he's been at Hogwarts, the only reason she's visiting now is because of you.

Ominis worried that she was going to find out you two had gotten back together. He worried she would punish you, because no doubt she already had a punishment in mind. You felt guilty that while Ominis was worried about your safety, you were too distracted wondering what he looked like beneath his robes. How his tongue would feel pressed against your clit. You wished you could focus on what really mattered, but your boyfriend was so attractive he was making it hard to focus on much else.

Ominis was pacing back in forth in front of you, the fire lighting up the side of his face. His hands were hovering anxiously near his head, one pulling at his hair every once in a while.

"She suspects something. I know she does." Ominis fretted, images of you being hit with the Cruciatus curse flashing in his head.

"My love, she doesn't suspect anything. Whatever happens we can deal with her." You reassure him, but your words do nothing to soothe his anxiety. He's stuck. He can't be with you because of his Mother, but he can't be without you because he loves you.

"This is so frustrating!" He declares, agitation in his tone. He pinches the bridge of his nose, why does his Mother have to be this way? His Father and siblings have practically disowned Ominis, which is the way he prefers it. He'd rather they completely ignore his existence than insert themselves into his life. His Mother can't stand anything she cannot manipulate or control which is probably why she will not go away. She wants to make sure Ominis obeys.

You stand from the couch, sadness washing over you. How could they do this to him? How could his Mother look at him and not love every single part of him? How could she not see how wonderful and perfect her son is? How smart, kind, and empathetic he is? It makes rage burn in your heart when you think of him as a cute, sweet, innocent little boy being tortured until he tortures others. You loop your arms around his shoulders, pressing your forehead against his.

"I love you so much Ominis, always." You whisper, you want to reassure him that no matter what you will always love him. That you'll always be here, right by his side, supporting him. You need him to know that he isn't alone anymore.

"I love you, and that's why you're in so much danger." He whispers back sadly, guilt lacing his words. You kiss him softly, ignoring the ravenous beast inside you that tries to break free at the feel of his hands pressed against your hips. He sighs against your lips, some of the tension flowing out of him then.

"We're safe here Ominis. She might be able to get into the castle, but she can't enter the common room. The door won't appear. I'm safe here." You promise, he hardly ever let you leave the common room without him anymore. He doesn't want to risk you running into her without him, which is why you haven't been telling him about the little plan you've been concocting with Sebastian. Now to Sebastian's defense, he wasn't crazy about your 'idea'. He thinks its crazy, completely unhinged. But what other option do you have? You refuse to live in fear of this woman forever, you will not let her have this much power over Ominis any longer.

You're going to meet her, without Ominis knowing. You know he'd kill Sebastian for even encouraging this idea, but you have no other options. Besides, it's not like you're going to go alone. You're going to drag poor Sebastian along with you, he always has been your partner in crime much to Ominis's dismay. Ominis leans into your touch, and you feel your entire body heat up when he accidentally presses his hips against yours. He didn't realize you were standing so close. Feeling him pressed against your most sensitive part nearly made you moan, it's embarrassing really. You feel your panties get damp and he's hardly even done anything. You've been so pent up this last week, and poor innocent Ominis has no idea.

If he could see he would have been able to piece it together much sooner, but you prefer him the way he is. Being blind is a part of who he is, and you love who he is. You know he loves you for more than what you look like, he loves you because of who you are. There's nothing more pure than that, and there's nothing else you need.

"You can never leave the common room without me, understand? Never. It's not safe and I need you to be safe. Promise me you'll never leave without me." Ominis pleads, seriousness in his tone.

"I promise my love." You lie, and truthfully you feel bad for lying to him. But he won't face his Mother, she terrifies him. Rightfully so. He has every reason to be afraid of her, but you refuse to let her hurt either of you anymore. You'll have Sebastian with you, so what could go wrong really? You can't even imagine the horrors Ominis has endured because of her, the monster she nearly turned him into.

She has to pay.

"Sebastian don't you dare chicken out now!" You angrily whisper as the last few students are trickling to their dorms. You said goodnight to Ominis about an hour or so ago and pretended you had gone to bed, only to sneak back out once he'd gone to bed.

"I'm not. I just wonder if there's a safer way we can do this!" He retorts. You cross your arms, screw safe.

"There isn't! We have to deal with her now. For Ominis." You insist and that causes Sebastian to nod in agreement. Hesitant agreement, but it was enough for you. You slowly creep out of the common room, using the disillusionment spell to sneak out to the castle grounds. You really need to buy Sebastian a thank you gift for teaching you that (and so many other) useful spell. Once you were out on the castle grounds, you began to follow the path to Hogsmeade. You knew Mrs. Gaunt was watching you all hours of the day, you could always feel her icy gaze on her. You hadn't told Ominis because he was already worried enough, you didn't want him to start feeling paranoid like you were.

"So...when she finds us, what are we gonna do?" Sebastian asks, his wand in his hand. He makes sure to stay close to you, Ominis would kill him if anything happened to you. Plus, you're like family to Sebastian. He would never forgive himself if you got hurt and he was around.

"I'm gonna talk to her."

"You're gonna...talk to her? Please tell me you've got something better than that." Sebastian groans, he knows how unreasonable Mrs. Gaunt can be. Especially when it comes to Muggles.

"We can't just attack her Seb."

"That's precisely what I think we should do."

"None of your ideas ever work though." You tease, laughing when you hear him fake an offended gasp. You continue to walk, wands lit as you keep your eyes open for Mrs. Gaunt, who is sure to make an appearance. As if on cue, you here the sound of someone apparating behind you.

"So you're the Muggle." Her voice is steady, and she's well spoken like Ominis is. It's obvious she comes from the posh high-society.

"Mrs. Gaunt, I only want to talk." You say as calmly as you can, the resemblance Ominis holds to his Mother is striking. He has her soft features, her blonde hair, even the blue eyes beneath his blindness match her own. Her eyes are narrowed, and sharp like a snakes. She's wearing a black dress and matching black heels. Her nails are long, black, and pointed like claws. She sneers down at you in disdain, as if your mere presence utterly disgusts her. Which it probably does.

"To talk? You have nice manners for an abomination." She hums, her eyes never leaving yours. You cringe internally, you're not looking forward to explaining this to Ominis tomorrow. He's going to completely lose it. His Mother is far more intimidating than you realized, her face was devoid of any and all emotion.

"I want you to leave Ominis and I alone. I love him and he loves me. We're not doing anything wrong." You explain firmly, you can see Sebastian trembling behind you, his wand still raised.

"So you have been corrupting him. I'm losing my precious son and it's all your fault." The air around her seems to darken, and suddenly you feel like a lamb that's walked straight into the lions den. You're in way over your head...perhaps Ominis was right. But it's too late to backdown now, so you continue to stand your ground. Her gaze sharpens, her expression dark and dangerous. She takes slow steps towards you, you feel completely frozen.

"You lost him all on your own, when you tortured him!" You spit at her, forcing yourself to ignore the fear coursing through you. You suddenly wished Ominis were here, he might have been able to talk her down. But he isn't here, so you'll have to do your best without him. Please don't be angry with me you plead to yourself, even though you know he will be.

"He needed to be taught a lesson! He was being a disobedient little brat. I don't need a dirty Mudblood to tell me how to raise my own son!" Her voice was raising, hatred seeping into her face. You flinch at the harshness of her words, subtly taking a step back towards Sebastian. Her eyes land on him then, and she grins. Almost as if she didn't even realize he were here before.

"Sallow, such a pity you associate yourself with this vagrant. As a Pureblood I expected better of you." She tuts like a disapproving Mother would. Sebastian swallows thickly, he has also realized that the two of you have made an enormous error. She stops once she's stood directly in front of you, a lightness reaching her eyes that wasn't there before. It made fear surge through you like cold water had been dumped on your head.

"I think we need to talk privately, don't you? Mr. Sallow I will only let you go this once. If I ever see you consorting with Mudbloods again, I'll be sure to teach you the same lesson I taught Ominis." She said calmly and before either of you could protest she was gone...and she took you with her. Sebastian stood, mouth agape as the two of you disappeared. His heart fell into his stomach, now you were alone with her. The woman who loves torturing Muggles more than anything.

Oh fuck. He needs to get Ominis.

"Ominis!" Hands were harshly shaking him, disturbing the nice dream he had been having. He tried to ignore whoever it was, hoping they would go away.

"Ominis, wake up! It's important." Ominis recognized Sebastian's voice, and he groaned. Ominis pushed his head further into the pillow. Go away Sebastian.

"Y/N's in danger!"

Wait.

Ominis's eyes flew open and he sat up in bed quickly, his heart suddenly racing.

"What? What happened? Where is she?" Ominis gasps, pulling himself out of bed to pull his robes on as quickly as he can. Sebastian pulls him out of the dorm and braces himself for Ominis's reaction.

"You're not allowed to be mad." Sebastian says, and Ominis already feels frustrated.

"What did you do?" He snaps, and Sebastian winces.

"Technically it was Y/N's idea. I was just trying to help." He explains weakly, and Ominis already looks positively livid.

"What on Earth happened?" Ominis snaps and Sebastian knows he has no choice but to tell him what happened.

"She wanted to confront your Mother-"

No.

"-so we snuck out tonight and confronted her-"

Please this can't be happening.

"-and your Mother kidnapped Y/N and I don't know where they went." Sebastian finished and by the time he was done Ominis had turned to grasp onto the metal railing. He feels waves of panic rising in his chest like tidal waves, and the gnawing frustration, why can't you just listen to him? He loves that you're headstrong, but sometimes you're too headstrong. Why can't you just listen to him??

"Ominis?" Sebastian tries gently, he can see how rigid Ominis's shoulders are. Despite how angry Ominis is with you, you're alone with his Mother right now. The fear coursing through him overrules all else.

"We have to find her, take me to where you met with my Mother." Ominis says, taking Sebastian's hand knowing that will be the fastest way to lead Ominis there without him bumping into stuff or falling down the stairs. Sebastian leads Ominis through the castle, holding onto him tightly and being sure to tell Ominis when there are stairs coming up. They make it outside to the exact spot you were taken and Ominis is trying not to panic.

"Okay...okay where would my Mother go?" Ominis pulls anxiously at his hair, tears brimming in his eyes.

"Somewhere secluded, far away enough so other people can't hear any screams." Sebastian says factually, his sentence nearly brings Ominis to his knees.

"Can't hear any screams? Oh Merlin..." He feels sick, his hands are pressed to his knees as he doubles over. He feels lightheaded, sick, hot all over, and like he could scream. Sebastian is quick to get to Ominis's side, his hand gently rubbing Ominis's back. Sebastian has always seen Ominis like a little brother and is quite protective of him.

"We'll find her, I promise. I'm so sorry Ominis." Sebastian says, his voice quieter at the end.

"This isn't your fault Sebastian." Ominis says, it's yours and he's definitely angry with you. But he can be angry later, when you're safe in his arms.

"Seriously Ominis, think. The only person who would know where she went is a Gaunt. You can do this, think!" Sebastian pushes and Ominis stands upright. Somewhere secluded, somewhere his Mother could control. Away from other people, far enough away that nobody could disturb them. You're being tortured, right now. You're probably screaming, crying, begging for her to stop. Crying out for him, pleading that he finds you.

I'm trying my love, I promise I'll find you.

"Ominis, any ideas?" Sebastian is doing his best to make sure Ominis stays focused, he can see that is Ominis falling apart.

"There's a crypt in the Forbidden Forest, a place my family created centuries ago. You can only open the door if you're a Gaunt. That has to be where." Ominis says finally, and he takes off for the Forbidden Forest. Sebastian quickly follows behind him and for once, Ominis is glad Sebastian is near.

Your arms are chained to the walls, the metal cuffs are biting your skin painfully. Literally biting, the inside of the cuffs are lined with...teeth? You try to blink the blurriness out of your eyes so you could see where you were. There was stone everywhere, stone floors, walls, ceiling. There were cut outs in the walls, rectangular shapes just big enough to fit a coffin. Is this a tomb or a crypt of some kind? The room is dimly lit by a cluster of candles sitting against a wooden table on the other side of the room.

"Welcome back, piglet." A voice says from the opposite side of the room. You can barely make out a silhouette leaning against the table, it's Mrs. Gaunt. There's a cigarette in her hand, the smoke slowly filling the room leaving it hazy.

"That's all you are, useless meat for me to play with. Shall we have some fun, piglet?" She smiles, its a twisted grin. So this is why Ominis was so afraid, only he knew how sick his family is. You should have listened, and you swear if you make it out of here alive you will never doubt him again. She takes few steps towards you, dagger brandished in her hand. Your heart begins to race as you yank on the chains, causing you to cry out in pain. The razor sharp teeth lining the inside of the cuffs slice into your skin, every time you yank against the chains they'll cut into you.

She kneels in front of you, using her knife to slowly cut your robes off you. When she's finished, you're left in your undergarments. She sneers at you, staring into your eyes. There is no love in her gaze, no life, just nothing. Two empty blue voids. You can hardly believe Ominis is even related to this horrible woman, he's so compassionate and kind.

"It is in my opinion that clothing tends to dampen the pain the Cruciatus curse has to offer, I want you to feel it all." She explains, and you feel your entire body trembling. Mrs. Gaunt returns to the wooden table, picking up her wand and turning back to face you.

"You have corrupted my son, you've filled his heart with love and happiness. You've made him soft, gentle, weak. You have sullied the noble house of Gaunt, that is a crime I could never forgive. Are you ready for your punishment piglet?" Mrs. Gaunt asks, you resist the urge to swear at her for speaking about Ominis that way. You doubt it would do any good. You close your eyes and grind your teeth together. You brace for the pain, you know it's going to come. Ominis had described it to you once, he said its like all of your cells are on fire. Like everything is burning, exploding, and putting itself back together all at once. Like your blood has been electrocuted, agony unlike anything he's ever felt.

"Crucio!" You hear her say the curse with such venom in her tone you know it'll be pure agony. The more you mean it, the more it hurts the victim. At least, that's what Ominis said. You brace for the pain, but it doesn't come. When you open your eyes, it's as though everything is happening in slow motion. You see Sebastian and Ominis, and the red sparks of the curse leaving the tip of her wand. Before the spell can hit you, Ominis throws himself in front of you, shieling your body with his own. He didn't have to think about it, there was no consideration. He leapt in front of you on pure instinct, he loves you. He knows how this spell feels, he will never let you feel it.

"Ominis no!" You scream, tears blinding your vision as the curse hits him. This is all your fault. Ominis cries out in agony, like a tortured animal. His cries are guttural, they shake you to your core. He writhes on the ground, red sparks shooting all over his entire body. You yank against the chains, despite them cutting into your wrists so deeply there is blood running down your arms.

"Protego!" You hear Sebastian shout as Mrs. Gaunt throws another spell at him. He immediately rushes towards you and Ominis as the red sparks begin to fade from his body and his breathing evens out. His eyes are closed but you know he's still awake. You see sweat beading along his forehead, and his expression is one of agony. Your heart feels like it's been ripped out of your chest, like it's there with him on the ground- tormented in agony. You feel rage bubbling in your chest, a rage unlike anything you've felt before this moment. You narrow your eyes as your gaze settles on Mrs. Gaunt, who doesn't even look remorseful that she just hit Ominis instead of you.

"Alohomora!" Sebastian says, and the cuffs around your wrists pop open, dropping you to the ground. You rise to your feet as Ominis sits up, his head in his hands and his entire body trembling. She did this to him. Sebastian eyes you, as if suddenly realizing you're not wearing any clothes, save your undergarments'. He's happy for once that Ominis can't see. Sebastian shrugs off his robes immediately, handing them to you. You squeeze his hand appreciatively before fastening his robes around your body.

"You're pure evil." You spit at Mrs. Gaunt, facing her with your wand drawn. She laughs, taking another drag of her cigarette as if this is just a normal Wednesday for her. She throws spells at the two of you, each one being blocked. You feel a bubble of energy rising up inside of you, and you narrow your eyes at her trying to focus all of that energy towards her. You call upon the power of Ancient Magic, focusing it all towards her, and it bursts out of you like an explosion. Mrs. Gaunt is thrown against the wall, and as soon as she does she's knocked unconscious. Instantly you and Sebastian are turning towards Ominis. Ominis weakly turns his head towards the sound, his head is so fuzzy he isn't even sure what's going on.

Where is he? The ground beneath his fingertips feels unfamiliar, and it's very cold in here. His teeth are chattering, and his entire body is so sore. He feels your hands on his cheeks, he knows it's you by the way you smell. Sebastian is on his other side, his hand resting on Ominis's back.

"My love? Are you okay? Ominis talk to me please." You beg, tears streaming down your cheeks. He looks confused, and there is a very distant look on his face. He blinks a few times, turning his head to face yours- or where he assumes you are. It takes a few minutes, but slowly it comes back to him. You...you went off to find his Mother. She kidnapped you, brought you to the Gaunt Family crypt located in the Forbidden Forest. She cast Crucio towards you, and Ominis took the hit... so you didn't have to.

"Ominis please, please say something." You were outright begging now, he was still sitting there silently and you remember Ominis mentioning that the Cruciatus curse can also impact the mind. Can drive people to the point of insanity, and there's no coming back from it. You have no idea how many times this curse was cast on him as a child, what if this was just too much? What if he doesn't recover? This was all your fault! All because you thought you could-

"I'm okay sweetheart." Ominis mutters softly, his hand searching the ground until he finds yours. You cry from pure relief, sobs wracking through your body. Ominis winds his arms around you, pulling you into his lap. You bury your face in his neck, crying softly as he holds you. He leans back against the crypt wall, his panic finally easing now that you're here in his arms where you should be.

The anger comes back too.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Ominis hisses quietly. You pull back, sniffling and wiping your tears. You can hardly meet his gaze even though you know he can't see you. You don't know what to say, you were being cocky and arrogant. You thought you could handle this peacefully, that you could talk it out. But you were a fool, and a naïve little girl. You didn't know how Ominis could ever forgive you, it was your fault that he got hit with the Cruciatus curse. Your fault that he had to put himself in danger to come save you. Your fault that any of this happened at all.

"I thought I could fix it, I didn't want her to hurt you again! And- and you got hurt because of me. Ominis I'm so sorry. You...you were...and its my fault. Its all my fault it's-" You began to ramble, emotion swelling in your throat making it hard to speak. Ominis's cross expression softened, his hand reached up to wipe away falling tears. He can't be angry with you, even if he should be.

"It's alright my love, I promise. I'm okay now." He says, but you're no longer listening. You can't hear him.

"-and then you got hit with...with the curse and I caused that pain. I caused your pain, I love you how could I do that to you?"

"Sweetheart-"

"You're never going to forgive me and- and you don't have to. I understand if you can't...after what I did, after all the trouble I caused you. Please don't leave me Ominis, I didn't mean to! I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to, I didn't-" You blubbered, practically hysterical. Ominis abruptly cut you off by pressing his lips against yours. Hearing you beg him not to leave you caused tears to burn in his eyes. How could you ever think he'd leave you? No matter how angry he is with you, he would never leave you. Never.

His lips moved slow and soft against yours until your breathing relaxed and your heartbeat slowed. When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours, gently nudging his nose against yours.

"I want you to listen to me right now my love, there is nothing that would ever make me leave you. I might get upset with you, but know that even if I'm angry that I love you. That I will always love you, and none of this was your fault. This was my Mother's fault, my fault for being a Gaunt. Please, please listen to me when it comes to my family. I promise there isn't anybody who knows them better than I do." He says softly, ceasing the panic that was taking over your rational thinking.

"Uh Ominis, your Mother is beginning to...stir. We should go." He says and you stand, helping Ominis up as well.

"Sebastian, take Y/N back to the castle. I need to deal with my Mother once and for all." Ominis says and he can feel your hands tighten around his robes.

"No, no Ominis don't. Come with us please." You beg, fear beginning to swirl in your mind once more. Sebastian didn't say anything, he was chewing on his bottom lip anxiously.

"Do you trust me Sebastian?"

"With my life Ominis."

"Then let me do this. Please." Ominis turns his head towards Sebastian, and even though Ominis is blind you know that they have a silent conversation.

"Alright Ominis." Sebastian agrees, gently taking your arm and leading you away even though you were protesting the entire time.

"No, Sebastian we need to help Ominis. I can't lose him, please-"

"Ominis is perfectly capable of protecting himself. We need to let Nurse Blainey tend to the cuts on your wrists okay?" He says gently, his arms around you as he carefully leads you back to the castle. Ominis remains in the crypt, wincing as he leans back against the wall while he waits for his Mother to wake. It feels like his entire body has been hit by a train, like he's spent the last week being a dragon's chew toy. He'll never tell you how bad it feels though, or that it continues to hurt to a certain degree after the curse has already faded. His muscles are sore, but his chest is the worst. His chest feels as though it's been impaled, like a dagger has been driven clear through his heart. It'll be about a week before the residual pain fades. He can't tell you, you'll feel like it's your fault and he doesn't want you to feel guilty for being kidnapped.

"O...Ominis." It's more of a statement than a question but Ominis answers nonetheless.

"Yes Mother?"

"You're still here." She sounds pleased, that will soon change.

"Not for long, only to deliver a message." Ominis says, hissing in pain as he pushes himself from the wall. He takes slow steps towards her, he can hear her shuffling things around on the wooden table.

"Ominis quit being-"

"You will never hurt her again Mother. You will never even attempt it. You're going to return to London and you'll never visit me again." Ominis says firmly, his voice unwavering. Gone is the boy who is afraid of his Mother. Gone is the boy who feels small in her presence.

"Is- is that so?" Her voice wavered, for once in his entire life Ominis has detected a weakness in his Mother. You must have really done some damage, a proud smile makes it's way onto his face. Of course you damaged her, you're the strongest Witch in the entire school and he knows you'll only continue to get stronger.

"Yes Mother or I swear I will hurt you myself, that or I'll have you arrested. Y/N knows Officer Singer and I assure you she will believe any accusations that are made against you, especially if I am the only making the accusations." Ominis snaps, his fists curling. She chuckles, coughing as she does so.

"You've really grown up Ominis, I'm almost proud. Maybe I would be if you weren't with that useless Mudblood." She sighs, and Ominis feel rage flare in his chest at that despicable word.

"Goodbye Mother, do not come back." He snaps, before slowly making his way out of the crypt, only bumping into the wall 3 times on his way out.

Nurse Blainey finishes cleaning up the cuts on your wrists, and Sebastian remains by your side the entire time. You're very appreciative of his friendship. She had a lot of questions, and Sebastian swiftly explained that you two had wandered too close to the Forbidden Forest on your way back to the castle. She raised a questioning brow, but Nurse Blainey actually liked Sebastian so she didn't question him. Which is unusual, because the vast majority of the staff did not like Sebastian at all. With your lack of clothing and the fact that you're wearing Sebastian's robes you're thankful she decided against asking further questions.

You eyed the doors to the Infirmary anxiously, Ominis had yet to return and if anybody needs to be examined by Nurse Blainey it's him. Although his condition will prove difficult to explain. By the time you've finished, Nurse Blainey makes Sebastian promise to ensure you get back to your bed safely. He agrees quickly and you two are making your way back, with no sign of Ominis. Suddenly as you cross into the Transfiguration courtyard, an owl flies overhead dropping a letter into your hand.

Meet me in the Undercroft. -O.G

You smile widely, and Sebastian grins before turning around and leading you into the Defense Against the Dark Arts Tower. He leaves you at the entrance to the Undercroft, somehow understanding he is no longer needed. You thank him and promise to return his robe to him tomorrow. You make your way into the Undercroft, looking around for Ominis. As soon as the gate opens you see him, lying back against a simple bed he conjured. At the sound of the gate closing he props himself up to smile at you. You smile widely as you make your way towards him. You instantly lay down on the bed next to him, relief flooding your veins seeing him here safe. He instantly wraps an arm around you, pulling you against his chest.

"I don't want to sleep in the dorms tonight, stay with me?" Ominis whispers, not wanting to break the comfortable silence in the Undercroft. Your cheeks flush, you and Ominis have never slept next to each other. Being with him all night, feeling him against you, his warmth...it sounds like heaven.

And hell. You can already feel heat building between your legs at the thought of being in a bed all night...alone...with Ominis.

"Do you even need to ask?" You ask playfully, and he laughs softly. You can see him wince slightly. Your heart hurts. Ominis reaches over, his hand finding your arm before lifting it to his lips. He kisses over the skin Nurse Blainey healed and his lips travel up your arm, across the top of your shoulder. He leans up to hover over you, his lips pressing kisses up your neck. You sigh softly, feeling his lips ghosting over the spot on your neck that makes your insides melt.

"Is this okay?" Ominis mumbles against your jaw and it feels like your brain is short-circuiting. His lips feel heavenly against your skin, making goosebumps rise in his wake.

"Yes, this is perfect. Keep going." You softly urge, your legs falling open to allow him more room. His hands find your stomach before they wander, it's the only way he will be able to learn how to navigate your body. His hands slide up your body, feeling the hem of your bralette before sliding around your back. His lips meet yours in a languid kiss, soft and slow and he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. You moan softly against him as he presses his hips against yours, the pressure pushing his cock against your heat. The sounds you're beginning to make send shockwaves of pleasure through him, heating him up from the inside.

His fingers find the back of your bralette and he can only hope he can figure out how to get the clasp undone. His distracts you with his lips and by gently grinding his cock against you, the heat coming from between your legs is making him so hard it hurts. Thankfully, the clasp pops open (he's not even sure how he managed to open it) and he pulls the fabric off your body. Now more than ever Ominis wished he could see. He wants to see your body laid bare for him to see, but he knows that will never be. So this is enough, feeling your skin and hearing you moan beneath him is enough. His hands slide up your stomach, eager to explore the skin he's never had the chance to feel.

"Oh Ominis..." You mewl when his thumb brushes gently over your hardening nipple. Your reaction encourages him to keep going, though due to the pain still coursing through his body he has to continue slowly. His left hand cups your breast, gently massaging as he lowers his head against your chest. He isn't quite sure where your nipple is so he presses his lips against your skin as soon as he feels you beneath his lips. He presses kisses as he explores your chest, and eventually he finds your nipple and takes it gently into his mouth. Your hands card into his hair, pulling gently as his teeth nip at your bud. Ominis is trying not to, but he does feel slightly insecure. It's easy for him to feel inadequate because he's blind but your moans and sighs are enough to convince him he's at least pleasuring you well enough.

His hand pinches and rolls your nipple while his tongue laves attention to the other, and you feel your entire body heating up considerably. Your head is barely clear enough to gasp out, "more, more please Ominis."

He smiles against you as his right hand slides down your stomach to where he knows you need him. His hand reaches the hem of your underwear and he pauses for a moment, giving you a chance to stop him. When he hears no protest from you he slides his hand beneath the waistband and gently feels your folds. He barely bites back a groan when he feels how drenched you are.

"You're soaked darling." Ominis praises, his forehead gently resting against yours as he slides a finger through your wet folds. You whine pathetically, trying to grind your hips against his hand. Ominis chuckles softly.

"I know my love, I know. Don't worry, I'm here." He whispers, pressing his lips against yours as he gently plays with your clit. He's being so soft, so careful, and yet so curious. He keeps his face close to yours so he can feel every pant you make, hear every whine and moan that leaves your angelic lips. His fingers rub gentle circles over your clit, causing more wetness to gush out of you. You gasp against his lips as he flicks your clit, and you lift your hips to try and entice him for more.

"I need more, i-inside me please." You beg and this time Ominis groans against your lips. His fingers trail down your folds until they reach your entrance and he carefully pushes one lithe finger into you. You let you a desperate moan, your back arching and pressing your bare chest against him. He gently pumps his finger in you, swallowing every beautiful moan that leaves your lips.

"You're beautiful sweetheart." Ominis tells you earnestly, and he doesn't need functioning eyes to know that. He continues to pump his finger into you, and soon he's gently pressing in a second. This one hurts, you are a virgin after all. You wince at the slight stretch, pressing your face into his neck. Ominis wraps his other arm around your back, holding you as he gently works two fingers into your tight heat. You're moaning against his skin, holding into him tightly and you're so so wet. So warm, so inviting. He feels like he's slowly losing his mind, he can't even imagine what being inside you is going to feel like. Ominis has never felt more connected to another human being in his life, and he knows you feel the same.

"Oh, oh Ominis I'm going to cum." You whimper as he continues his slow, steady pace- carefully building the pleasure higher and higher. Ominis presses his lips to your neck, gently biting and sucking at your skin. Your entire body felt like it was inside a furnace, and a sheen layer of sweat was beginning to shine on your skin. His fingers were hitting a spot inside you that made you moan louder than before, your toes were curled as you kept your eyes on him. He doesn't stop, he continues to sweetly thrust his fingers into you until you're clamping hard around him and moaning so beautifully. Your back arches and your hands curl tightly around his robes as you cum and he can feel you gushing around his fingers. It's perfect.

"I love you Ominis, I- I need more. I need all of you, please." You beg, and he chuckles. You're damn near insatiable and he absolutely loves it. Your hand drifts down his front to curl around his aching cock, which he has been neglecting to ensure you came at least once before he even took off any clothing.

"I love you, are you sure sweetheart? You're ready?" He has to check, needs to know you want this as badly as he does. You nod immediately before remembering he can't see you, which makes your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"Yes, yes yes I'm sure. I need to feel you inside me. I need you inside me now." You beg and Ominis smiles before reluctantly standing to shrug his robes off. You watch him pull his tie off before working at the buttons of his shirt. His cheeks warm, he knows you're watching him. Seeing every part of him as he gently sheds layer after layer until he's stood bare before you. He might not be able to see you, but he loves that you get to see him.

"You're so perfect Ominis." You whisper, your eyes drifting over every inch of bare skin presented to you. His cheeks flush even deeper as he whispers a quiet 'thank you' before climbing onto the bed over you again. He reaches down to carefully pull your underwear off you and you spread your legs wide for him to slot himself between them. You loop your arms around his bare shoulders as he reaches down to feel where your soaked entrance is. He shudders as he notches his head against your folds, pressed up to your entrance. You wait in anticipation for him to move, but he begins to gently slide his tip from your entrance up to your clit and back down again. You sigh in frustration, why will he not get inside you already?

"Ominis don't tease." You beg and your words make him smile, you always forget there is a bit of a rebellious streak to Ominis. He wouldn't be friends with Sebastian if there wasn't. He could be mischievous when he wanted to be. Wetness gushes out and begins to slick your inner thighs and Ominis is mesmerized by the wet sounds your heat makes. Finally once he's deemed you wet enough to take him he presses the tip firmly against your entrance. He slides his hand up until he finds yours and he laces your fingers together. Ominis's other hand is at the base of his cock as he gently pushes his hips forward, sliding his tip into your suffocating cunt.

"Oh my love," Ominis purrs, his head dipping down to kiss you as he continues to work himself into your tight heat. He presses himself in inch by inch, and you quietly cry out in pain at the intrusion. His eyes have fallen shut, you feel absolutely incredible, this feeling is incomparable. Nothing in his life will ever come close to making him feel as good as he feels right now, with you. He continues his gentle intrusion, whispering words of reassurance in your ear. Telling you how perfect you feel, how good you're doing, that he's almost in. Once he hits your hymen he pauses, you know what he's asking.

You respond with a whiny, "please."

And Ominis is surging his hips forward, past your hymen until his hips are flush against yours. You moan like a whore, and it makes Ominis shudder. You feel so soft and so warm, you're so unbelievably wet around him. Ominis doesn't move, he can feel how tight you're squeezing him, knows you must be in pain. He kisses you gently, his thumb rubbing little circles on your clit to help distract you from the pain. You kiss him back, moaning softly as more wetness drips out of you. Slowly the pain ebbs away and you're wriggling against him, becoming restless. Ominis can't help but think how perfect you are.

"Is it okay if I move, darling?" Ominis asks gently and you press your forehead against his.

"Please move, I need you to move." You plead and Ominis is very slowly pulling his hips back. He's going so slow you can feel every ridge of his cock as he pulls out to the tip, only to surge back in. You squeal softly, and the wet sounds of your cunt taking his cock make Ominis groan. He begins a slow deep pace, letting you feel every inch of his cock as he tenderly kisses your cervix with his tip. You're moaning into his mouth and Ominis can no longer quiet his groans and gasps. He loves listening to the sounds of your bodies connecting, he loves feeling so close to you. Ominis didn't realize that sex would make him feel so connected to you, like the two of you were becoming one. Most of all Ominis loves the sounds of pleasure you make, every gasp, moan, and squeal takes him a little higher. He loves knowing it was him that made you moan like that.

"I-I love you." You cant help but say it, you've never felt closer to him than you do right now. He continues to thrust into you softly, one hand holding yours and the other rubbing tight circles on your clit. You felt pleasure exploding through every nerve ending, your entire body is shuddering and covered in goosebumps. Ominis groans when you say you love him, it's euphoric.

"I love you sweetheart, I fucking love you." Ominis gasps, and he really doesn't swear often. You smile at that, you love knowing you have this effect on him. You feel your orgasm swiftly approaching and Ominis knows it too, he can feel the way your hips push to meet his thrusts. Can hear it in the way your moans turn more desperate, raising up in pitch.

"Make me come Ominis, please please please." You plead desperately. Your words are starting to make him feel lightheaded with pleasure.

"I've got you my love, I'm going to make it all better." He promises with a kiss on your forehead, gasping against you as he feels his own orgasm rapidly approaching.

"Should- should I pull out?" He asks, gritting his teeth together at the thought of leaving your inviting heat now. But he doesn't want to risk getting you pregnant, you however have a different idea.

"No, no please come inside me. I need to feel you fill me up Ominis." You whisper and he swears he died and went to heaven right then and there. How on Earth did he up with the most perfect woman?

"But we can't have a baby now my love-" He tries, Ominis always being the voice of reason. You know that should scare you into agreeing but it doesn't. If anything it makes you want him to come inside you more.

"Don't care, please. Please if you don't come inside me I'll never forgive you." You threaten weakly as he continues to thrust into you gently. He knows that isn't true but he chooses not to pull out anyway. You feel the coil wind tighter until it snaps, and your back arches with a silent moan. You clamp and convulse against him and Ominis chases his own orgasm, thrusting harsher into your fluttering walls. Feeling you gush continuously around him drives him over the edge and he slams into you, stilling as he comes inside you. You moan as you feel him fill you up, as you requested. Once he comes down from his high, he gently pulls out and flops onto the bed next to you.

"We have to do that more often." You pant softly and Ominis laughs, genuinely laughs. It makes you laugh too. You love him and he loves you, nothing else matters. His hand tangles with yours, your fingers lacing together. Ominis pulls the covers back and lays against the pillows, holding his arms open for you to slot yourself into his side. Which you do. He pulls the covers over both of you and gently wraps his arms around you, your back pressed against his chest. His fingers gently stroke over your tummy and there's a smile on his face.

"What are you thinking about?" You mumble sleepily.

"The future."

TAGLIST: @abbiesxox @nekee-lilac02 @atomictrashcollectorme @idcabouttumbl @thevintagevictorian

#ominis gaunt #ominis x reader #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt smut #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy spoilers #hogwarts legacy smut #makeup sex

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circyexistforcontent · 1 year

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LEGACY:

✿ = content warning

❀ = sagau warning (cuz y'know, a cult of yanderes deserve their own label)

:: teyvat- a fantasy world where the seven elements flow and converge

❀ imposter au! but with an oblivious god reader Pt. 1,

❀ love letters and overlooked jealousy

❀ sagau: when your friend joins your world

❀ sagau: with a loving god reader

❀ sagau concept: courting the supreme god

❀ sagau concept: acolytes and time dilation

❀ sagau concept: paperwork and public affairs

✿❀ sagau: with a demon reader

:: monstadt - a city of freedom that lies in the northwest of teyvat.

diluc ragnvindr

❀ drunk snuggles with god reader

❀ being replaced as a vessel

venti/barbatos

✾ general yandere headcanons

:: liyue - a bountiful harbor that lies in the east of teyvat.

zhongli

❀ zhongli and time dilation (sleeping edition)

:: inazuma - an isolated archipelago far east of teyvat overcome endless thunderstorms and set foot on the islands of red maple and cherry blossoms.

scaramouche

❀ sagau scaramouche rating your taste in genshin men, Pt. 2

❀ sagau but you descended earlier than expected

❀ sagau: sibling scaramouche wanting attention

❀ sagau sibling scaramouche and time dilation

❀ sagau: the god of teyvat wont let me go please send help

:: sumeru - the city of scholars located in the west-central part of teyvat.

alhaitham

❀ sagau alhaitham blurb + minor kaveh headcanons

#🍒navigation #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

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pinkanonwrites · 4 months

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I have to ask if you know about Beachcomber bc ever since I got into transformers he's been my #1 blorbo. He's just so cute and sweet and I wish he showed up in more media

YESSSSSS I absolutely ADORE Beachcomber. The Golden Lagoon is one of my all time favorite G1 episodes, and his Legacy Evolution figure is one of the first non-Bumblebees I got for my humble figure collection. He's standing next to Tracks with his little bird-buddy on his shoulder.

He's such an absolute doll, and I also wish he got to be more than a background character in TF media. You can actually see him being shot/possibly killed by Starscream in one of the flashback panels of Volume #2 of the Skybound Transformers comics run, and when I saw it I got so bummed cause I was hoping he'd make an appearance in that series! Maybe he'll be alright though, guess we won't know until we know.

I also wrote a little blurb for him right here if you'd like to read it! More proof that I need to get my Transformers Masterpost set up soon, haha!

But yes, I love love love Beachcomber, and I'm glad other people out there love him as much as I do!

#transformers #skybound transformers #skybound comics #transformers energon universe #tfeu #tfeu spoilers #beachcomber #transformers beachcomber #pink chat #anon #maccadam

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notwarriorswiki · 10 months

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Power of Twelve Book Titles and Blurbs

Book 1: Fated Stars

“There will be three, kin of your kin...who hold the power of the stars in their paws.”

Those were the words whispered in the ears of the clan leaders. After a devastating battle rocks the foundation of the clans, new power has arisen and peace looks to be on the horizon. The Clans are growing strong and healthy with new kits. Now, the time has come for some of those kits to become apprentices.

With powerful legacies hanging over them, these wild cats hear the call of the stars, and a ThunderClan apprentice known as Jaypaw is at the center. Brought together for a purpose they do not yet understand, perhaps this mysterious fifth clan will have the answers they seek.

But with great power comes those who wish to claim it for themselves. As dark powers lurk and tempt the young cats, they will need to put aside their differences to overcome the challenges ahead.

Book 2: Black Moon

Jaypaw, Dawnpaw, Kestrelpaw, and Pebblepaw have found SkyClan and learned their ways, guiding them in turn towards the lake territories. But back home things aren’t looking bright. A mysterious cat named Sol is turning the clans against each other during their moment of weakness, and his accomplice seems to know a great deal about WindClan’s leader.

The gifted apprentices are learning they really aren’t as different as the clans make them out to be, but high tensions are putting their alliance in danger. When one of their own is taken hostage by the enemy, it’ll take all of their power to bring her home safely.

SkyClan may be their last hope in overcoming Sol, but there’s a long journey ahead. With Harepaw questioning his loyalty to his father, and Jaypaw questioning the guidance of the stars, can anyone really be trusted?

Book 3: Calm Waters

Sol and his rogues have retreated, and the clans are stronger now than ever. SkyClan has joined them at the lake, and while many are eager to welcome those who helped them, others are apprehensive to the change.

As their knowledge of The Dark Forest continues to grow, so too does their knowledge of StarClan. The stars were always heralded as their savior, and yet Jayfeather finds himself questioning the very cats he communes with.

A secret will shake the very foundation of not only the alliance, but the friendship between the apprentices. And when the dust settles, will there be anything left to rebuild?

Book 4: Dust

The alliance has been broken, trust shattered after Jayfeather’s revelation. Some attempt to move on from the prophecy, while others take matters into their own paws. From the dust and remnants, the warriors are training their own apprentices, and discovering more than they expected.

When a cat from the mountains comes to RiverClan claiming she was guided by the spirit of RiverClan’s chosen, questions arise on what more the stars ask of them.

The Dark Forest grows stronger, preying on the weakness within the cats of the living. With Lionblaze’s anger, Tigerheart’s longing, and Minnowtail’s love, will any of these cats be able to free themselves like Harespring?

Book 5: Secret in the Flames

Having found the true cats with the stars in their paws, the alliance has slowly rebuilt itself, with unlikely allies being found in every corner. Jayfeather knows the end draws near, but whispers of traitorous secrets reveal they were never as safe as they thought.

With the return of an enemy thought to have been gone, tensions are rising, and the cats look to Jayfeather for answers. But when loss becomes too great, will the cats be able to persevere and lead their clanmates to victory?

Book 6: The Last Hope

The Dark Forest is ready to lay siege to the clans. As the cats prepare to lead their clans into battle, they find themselves divided in order to face this threat. They cannot hide any longer. The final battle is here, and this is their last hope.

#warrior cats #po12

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bc i'm wild 🤪 i've re-added a bunch of spooky dooky muses that i had a few yrs ago apart of a small group but never got any love #rip dfkjghdfg . anyway . . . my babies , introducing decrypted 2.0 ⸻ a small crew of filmmakers / documentarians that go to explore the unknown with all the repercussions .

triggers : death mention within blurb , general horror / paranormal themes for future threads , musings , etc .

if ur interested . . . maybe like for a wee starter ? 🤲🏼

established in 2016 , decrypted started as a youtube channel with film students that had a knack for editing , the paranormal and adventure all in the same . within the fall of 2017 , an unedited , raw cut near 2.5 hour video was uploaded to their channel ⸻ where at this point , had garnered near 1 million subscribers ⸻ of a paranormal happening , which included the death of all members , except the original camera operator who somehow managed to escape unscathed . some would call it fake , a challenge of editing & talent that they'd become known for , but after a three year hiatus , it's safe to say that it wasn't fake . now , the group is back producing videos with a whole new crew , minus stevie , who still operates the camera for their quick wit and remarks that the 'fans' love , but they don't . rebranded as decrypted 2.0 as if to catch no correlation or confusion to original group , but instead to pay hommage . either way , the entire group spend their days & nights in new locations , documentation and producing new content for a loyal cult following of fans .

stevie campetto . twenty5 , bisexual , they/them . sophie thatcher . the only remaining member of the original crew , doesn't speak of anything that happened to them but tries to keep it up for the camera in comparison to off . hates their own job , but feels as if they're the backbone to keeping things alive ⸻ no pun intended . was originally weary about joining , but ever present in the act of persuasion .

jia chen . twenty2 , lesbian , she/her . lukita maxwell . sound operator and the baby of the group , her older brother was apart of the original group and she wants to keep his legacy / memory alive . recruited by stevie as a sort of last minute decision and somewhat of a plea , as she was the only one available at the time . become a staple , but majority of adventures keep her up at night , no matter how much she wants to say otherwise .

castor . twenty7 , gay , he/they . harris dickinson . close to no information is known about him , in fact not even their first name ⸻ of course , unless to the rest of the group . goes by his last , honestly doesn't want to be perceived so that's why he works as a silent secondary camera . a door mouse , but a bit of an enigma .

bryn low . thirty , bisexual , she/her . jessica henwick . researcher , has a talent for finding the absolute gritty . driven through money and success , a hard knock disbelief system behind her that makes it almost impossible for her to get scared . unfortunately a bit of an asshole .

emmett tyrell . twenty6 , bisexual , he/him . brian altemus . cocky little shit , camera hogger and all round attention seeker . one of two self proclaimed hosts , even if he wishes it was a solo show . fans , subscribers and followers love him for the charm and humour that runs naturally , has a great talent for bullshitting which works well for his job ( or not ) .

soren ambrose . twenty5 , bisexual , she/they . hunter schafer . was the one who got the group back together , even if she doesn't want to take the credit for it . extremely passionate and dedicated host alongside emmett , face on camera more than others and it tells . wants the camera to keep rolling no matter what happens , even if it affects her the most .

#and personally i think y'all should luv them #indie rp #indie horror rp

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radioactiveparker · 1 year

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Masterlist

Wallpaper Masterlist

Eddie Munson

Headcanons

Eddie Munson - (1) (2) (3)

Eddie Munson X Reader - (1) (2) (3) (Halloween)

Eddie Munson X Reader NSFW - (1)

Imagines

Mistletoe and Wine (smut)

Ride It Hard (smut)

Full Moon High

First Time For Everything (smut)

Happy Birthday, Sweetheart (smut)

Blurbs

Smut - (1) (2) (3) Dad!Eddie - (1)

Series

The Breakfast Club

Steve Harrington

Headcanons

Steve Harrington - (1) (2) (3)

Steve Harrington X Reader - (1) (2)

Steve Harrington X Reader NSFW - Coming soon

Imagines

Back To You

What I Go To School For (smut)

Robin Buckley

Imagines

It's A Date

Who I write for:

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Robin Buckley

Jonathan Byers

Nancy Wheeler

Marvel Universe

Peter Parker (Tom Holland / Andrew Garfield)

Bucky Barnes

Michelle Jones

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova

Wanda Maximoff

Scott Lang

Peter Quill

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

Mattheo Riddle

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Pansy Parkinson

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Hogwarts Legacy

Sebastian Sallow

Ominis Gaunt

Garreth Weasley

Call of Duty

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish

#masterlist #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #stranger things #joseph quinn #joe keery #maya hawke #steve harrington smut #eddie munson smut #radioactiveparker masterlist

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Ludography: Great RPG Mechanics #RPGMechanics: Week Nine

Continuing on with this week of meta-elements, I want to talk about ttrpgs and history. In the 21st Century, Old School Renaissance games would focus on the "Appendix N." As Dungeon Crawl Classics tells it, “Appendix N is the list of books that inspired Gary Gygax to create D&D. This bibliography first appeared as an appendix in the AD&D Dungeon Master’s Guide—specifically, Appendix N—which is why the list is known by that name...The books in Appendix N are a who’s-who of classic fantasy, sci-fi, and sword-and-sorcery fiction.” See this Goodman Games page here.

That’s a useful read for non-game sources. These dtories show where Gygax got the inspiration which helped him reshape the material he and Arneson had developed. If you want to bore down to the absolute specifics, Jon Peterson’s Playing at the World, hunts down many of the specific fictional sources and how they impacted design choices and art.

Peterson’s work is a real ludography, pulling together the various game design streams existing at the time and showing how they provided a foundation for what would become role-playing games. He analyzes the importance of Kriegspiel, play-by-post Diplomacy, and more to the community which would eventually arise. Is it useful for playing D&D (and its descendants)? Probably not unless you’re fetishizing originalism in ttrpg play.

But when I’m looking through a game, I appreciate when the designer spends time talking about their game sources. A bibliography is great– telling me the movies, comics, and novels which inspired the game helps. It helps center me on what the designer feels is the tone and genre we’re going to be engaging in. I can read the rules through the lens of those tropes– and I can often find something new to read. Sometimes it will tell me that a game isn’t really for me– or that the expectation set by the blurb isn’t quite what the game actually aims for.

But a ludography, a list of games (ttrpg and otherwise), is also really interesting to me. By this point there’s a huge body of work out there– some of it completely vanished. I appreciate these kinds of lists for three reasons. First, seeing what kinds of games the designer feels have operated in similar spaces. A game which cites Monster of the Week and Buffy: The Roleplaying Game, but not Hunter the Reckoning tells me something about the expected play.

Second, it can offer an acknowledgment of other games. If your rpg is about vampiric lives, power-plays, and coteries, ignoring the legacy of Vampire & World of Darkness feels a little disingenuous and a 1990s/2000s. By that I mean the host of copycat games where designers would deny any inspiration or influence from earlier rpgs. It was weird but I remember it happening more times than I would have expected. I also like this citation better than bashing other games (something we see less of these days in blurb text).

Third, it can give me a sense of the mechanical evolution of your game. It shows what kinds of systems it might draw on or the designer might have seen. That’s particularly useful for games building on a core system like Powered by the Apocalypse or Forged in the Dark. That can offer some context for the system choices. The “Gratitude” page at the back of Apocalypse Keys does a dynamite job of this. Though I can’t find it right now, Marshall Miller for a long time was doing meta-work with this– asking PbtA designers about their sources and inspirations. The +1 Forward Podcast also made this a cornerstone of their work.

But there’s another kind of tangential ludography I want to talk about, more important to me than these earlier forms. The “what’s different?” entry in ttrpg books. If I’m reading a second, revised, accelerated, or whatever version of a game: tell me what has changed. Reference the earlier game and talk about the design choices you’ve made. If it is just about adding in lore or expanding the timeline, that’s fine. But tell me so I’m not hunting through for the mechanical differences. Clearly the designer and/or publisher had some reasons for needing a new edition. They should be proud of those– and make clear how substantial they are. And if it is just a 1.5 with some errata corrections, they should be willing to say that. Buyers shouldn't feel like they’ve been tricked. Honestly when I see a new edition or version, this is the first thing I look for.

The other version of “what’s different?” comes from games working with an established system or OGL. If you are writing a PbtA or FitD game, it's super helpful to me as a reader if you tell me how your version of the system varies from the “core” or at least the typical version. This doesn’t have to be exhaustive, but I think it is important. If your game doesn’t have stats, does away with stress, inverts the rolling, etc. If I’m coming in with some system expectations from having played these kinds of games before, what should I be looking out for? I put two pages talking about this early on in Hearts of Wulin. Again, it is something I look for when I’m checking out new games.

(h/t to Evan Torner who has talked about the importance of ludographies before).

#ttrpg #rpg #rpg mechanics

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zincbotted · 1 year

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bnha class 1-a randomly generated quirkswap au blurbs

(also in this au mineta is replaced by shinso)

Yuga Aoyama - Acid

He sparkles and shines, too bad he accidentally sprays acid everywhere with his grand gesturing. He just wants to be famous! Why does he have to have such a gross quirk?

Mina Ashido - Navel Laser

Her pink skin, hair, and horns were all very eye-catching, but most eye-catching of all is her ability to shoot a bright powerful laser from her bellybutton. Only for a second though or she gets massive cramps.

Tsuyu Asui- Zero Gravity

She accidentally floats herself a lot, so holds her arms out from her body to prevent this from happening. She loves the water, but swimming through the air is almost as good.

Tenya Iida - Brainwashing

Despite not having his family's prized quirk, he's resolved to prove that he can still become a hero and uphold their legacy. He makes a point to be as honest and straightforward as possible to make up for his more sinister quirk.

Ochako Ururaka - Frog

She comes from a poor mutant family that had to face a lot of discrimination. She's going to use her frog-like powers to become a successful hero that makes lots of money to support them.

Mashirao Ojiro - Explosion

He's a pretty normal teenager, and teenagers sweat a lot. Unfortunately his sweat is explosive nitroglycerin. With a lot of training, he makes it work for him.

Denki Kaminari - Creation

He can make anything if he knows its composition! Unfortunately he's... really bad at memorizing what different things are made of. Mostly he just makes useless junk.

Eijiro Kirishima - Dark Shadow

He's a friendly and manly guy! His sentient quirk, not so much. The shadow version of himself that emerges from his body in the darkness is a terrifying quirk, but if anyone can wrangle it, he can!

Koji Koda - Earphone Jack

He's a quiet gentle guy with a tough rocky exterior. He hears everything though, with his sound-boosting quirk. And he can get Real loud when he wants to be.

Rikido Sato - One For All

He grew up quirkless, and with no great ambition other than to be kind. He gave his food to a skeletal man he met on the beach one day. They became friends, and eventually, the man revealed he was truly All Might, the number one hero. He was chosen as his successor, and now he had a motivation, to do as much good as possible by becoming the next symbol of peace. Through kindness, anything is possible.

Mezo Shoji - Invisibility

He always wears a mask. Not that it covers anything up. He's tall, buff, and completely invisible.

Kyoka Jiro - Anivoice

She's a punk-rock music lover. Unfortunately, animals can understand her, and most of the time they don't agree with her style. If you need an angry swarm of any creature that might be nearby, she's your hero.

Hanta Sero - Half Cold Half Hot

He has one of the world's most powerful quirks by total luck. Too bad he just wants to chill out and have fun.

Fumikage Tokoyami - Hardening

He has an unrelated mutation giving him feathers and a beak. His quirk allows him to turn those features to steel by hardening them to an incredibly sturdy substance.

Shoto Todoroki - Tape

The pro hero Endeavor was trying to create the perfect successor. And sometimes, a kid with a perfect split of white and red hair develops a totally unique quirk through a strange mutation. He can create tape. And shoot it from his elbows.

Toru Hakagure - Dupliarms

She's a totally normal girl! With six arms. That she can grow extra body parts on. She just wishes there was a cute guy out there with a thing for weird arms.

Katsuki Bakugou - Tail

He's determined to be the greatest. He may be pretty normal aside from a powerful prehensile tail, but that thing is a constant lashing force of destruction under the force of his rage.

Izuku Midoriya - Sugar Rush

When he was a kid, eating sugar would make him absolutely bonkers. His mother cut it out of his diet, but turns out his quirk transforms sugar into the motherlode of all rushes, granting him superhuman speed and strength. Only, afterwards, his body totally gives out.

Hitoshi Shinso - Engine

He's got engines in his legs. He's a speedster but never really figured out how to use his quirk for combat, so didn't manage to make it into the hero course. He wants to prove himself though, and worked hard for this transfer.

Momo Yaoyorozu - Electrification

She is a top-level student, her intellect is her pride. Unfortunately, if she uses her quirk too much, that prized intelligence is shocked away to nothing as her IQ drops tremendously until she recovers.

#bnha #mha #made this just for fun but since it's a really well-rounded post i thought i'd share #some of these are fucking hilarious i'm a big fan of tape elbows todoroki #and shoji being invisible lmap #i love momo with electrification too it's really interesting with her smarts being her biggest asset #also yeah i got rid of that grape his quirk sucks and he sucks #iida with the brainwashing quirk works twice as hard to make people trust him #class 1-a #i tried to make the blurbs in character but i really don't know that much abt most of these plus i wanted to give them all an abt even amnt #quirk swap #so yeah everyone is randomly assigned a partner and then i swapped their quirks #very interesting results #okay i guess i have to tag everyone #but i'm gonna do it in acursed way #yuga aoyama mina ashido tsuyu asui tenya iida ochako ururaka mashirao ojiro denki kaminari eijiro kirishima koji koda rikido sato #quirkswap au #mezo shoji kyoka jiro hanta sero fumikage tokoyami shoto todoroki toru hagakure katsuki bakugo izuku midoriya hitoshi shinso momo yaoyorozu #ah i spelled bakugou wrong. oh well

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Round 1 Match 7 - Final Match

In-game character blurbs under the cut.

-Denali

A Royal Gatekeeper. She carries on her family's proud legacy of safeguarding the Kingdom.

-Princess Miranjani

She's a royal and a door knob aficionado. Her fascination with the human world and their customs never fails to entertain and amuse her.

#coral island #coral island: denali #coral island: princess miranjani #coral island poll #poll #not a reblog

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Welcome to Evergreen Harbor

Alivia - Via for short - had just arrived to Port Promise to start a new life. She has nothing but a tent and a dream but she will make it!

(This is Generation 1 of the Whimsy Legacy Expanded by @/lysiablr. I will follow the rules & description – see generation blurb under the cut! – but will occasionally change things as I see fit. For example, this generation is supposed to be played in Willow Creek or Windenburg but I play it in Evergreen Harbor because of the easier access to dumpsters and such. :)

This challenge is very long and detailed so I'm not sure how far along I will get but I had fun so far so I have high hopes for a longer playthrough. Hope you will enjoy it too!)

Generation One

Your story is one of endurance, of making something out of nothing. Of finding love and life in simplicity. Your story is where it all begins. Highlights: Master maker, fabrication, tiny homes*

*excerpt from lysiablr's page

#ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4whimsyexpanded #wle1

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Criminal Minds: The Protégé Chapter 1

Ch 1: Please, Not Another Auditor.

Blurb: After deciding to leave the BAU, Spencer is now a full time professor at the FBI Academy, teaching profiling and criminology. Spencer is struggling to live life without the BAU, but that is to be expected when it has been all he has known for almost 2 decades. The BAU meanwhile, struggled to find someone to fill the genius shaped hole in the team when he left, and they still are struggling. At least, that's how the newest profiler, Agent Grace Matthews feels. Grace is good at what she's good at, it's why the bureau accepted her earlier than most. But how could anyone live up Dr. Reid's legacy? So, when Grace answers a call intended for her desk's previous owner, she jumps at the chance to meet her predecessor and ask him for some advice. Together, they find a kinship… but unfortunately, they also uncover a disturbing pattern in the deaths of inmates and patients the BAU have helped put away.

Masterlist

Audience: 16+ mature audience for depictions of violence and sexual references

Author's Note: You might have recognised this story from it's previous iteration on Ao3. I had a bit of a personal crisis and deleted my account. So I am re-editing what I have saved on my computer and reuploading it with some fixed continuity errors now that I finished CM Evolution. Will be cross posted here and on Ao3. This fic is dedicated to giving Spencer a happy ending, serving my desire to write crime/mystery and getting my horrific idea's for unsubs out of my head. Set in 2023, and mostly canon compliant. Sorry this is all plot, no peen. But promise there will be a love interest for Spencer, and Grace acts as a wingman for. This more a found family/ give Spencer a smol bean to mentor fic.

TW: murder, prison, criminology terms

Five years ago: Honolulu women's state penitentiary, Hawaii, April 29th 2017

‘So, what do you think detective?’ Rossi asked as the guard buzzed them through to the observation room.

‘Chief thinks based on the evidence before this fourth victim showed up, we caught our girl.’ Detective Fahnu sighed.

‘That’s all well and good, but I asked what you think Mark, cause this is a real bad time to call in a favour. Back home, a real spaghetti stick of an FBI agent, who happens to be like family to me, is in the clink, and we’re busting our asses trying to get him out before he dies. And you calling me here means I had to ask my boss if I can fly off to Hawaii for a weekend. It looks real bad, okay? So you better have a gut churning reason to keep me here, or I’m gone.’

‘It’s more head spinning than gut churning,’ Fahnu nodded through the mirrored glass window at the inmate sitting cuffed to the desk. ‘It’s just never sat right how fast we closed this one. Kauai is a small island, Li’hue is an even smaller town, people are terrified and out for blood, it’s been bad for tourism, and the local government is calling for heads Dave. Chief wanted this case solved fast. We made a profile, and she fit the bill.

‘She’s a loner, got the whole Wednesday Addams thing goin’ for her, spends her free time in cemeteries, works at a funeral home, no friends at school, quiet, never had a boyfriend or anything like that. But had a good family, didn’t so much as sneeze out of turn in public, school, work, even here she is a model prisoner after the first month. We all knew her at the station, not from any trouble, but she was a paper waster, reporting dead animals, reporting goddamn rocks being moved, cats that went missing, insisting there was a serial killer out there… well what do you know, one turns up, and she inserts herself into the investigation, you people said they do that. So with no other leads or suspects, she starts looking promising. So we got a warrant, and we found… well you know what we found and then there was the internet history.

'And here we are eight months later. I’m not sure what to think Dave, cause I know her family and character witnesses, they’re good people, they don’t lie. But neither does evidence and until this new victim showed up, all of it pointed to her. Someones playing games and I don’t know who it is.’

‘And she plead guilty?’ Rossi asked.

‘I’m not even sure about that anymore, you have the case file there?’

‘Yeah?’

‘Does it have her records while in Kauai Jail?’

Rossi flicked through it again, he saw her 3 weeks here in solitary till she turned 18 and could be placed in a cell in E block, but strangely her transfer and county jail records were missing. ‘No.’

Detective Fahnu passed him a yellow envelope. ‘These somehow never made it across my desk until this week after number four showed up.’ Rossi opened the folder and winced. ‘As soon as I saw those… I knew I made the right call asking you to come. I can’t sleep Dave, I gotta know we caught the right one.’

‘Well, either way you’ve got someone else to catch, the new victim had traces of Semen still on them?’

‘You’re right, we’re running it now hopefully it'll give us a lead, I'm sorry I can’t stay for this, we’re conducting family interviews in an hour, I at least need to be there on conference call but, let me know how this goes. I appreciate this a lot.’

‘Don’t sweat it, I’ll call you tonight, when this is done. Take care Mark.’ Rossi waved the detective off and took one more look over the files, especially the new ones from the county jail.

He observed the girl in the interview room. Her head hung over the desk as she leant on her elbows and bounced her leg. Her buzzed cropped hair now starkly different from the long curly mane in the mugshot that had been taken in November last year. She looked up and peered at the glass, only able to see her reflection, but somehow she sensed his stare and met his eyes.

It was time.

Quantico FBI Academy, VA Thursday July 2023 11:15 am

‘And it is this repeated and obsessive element of an M.O. that can indicate a paraphilia. Paedophilia, necrophilia are well known paraphilia that are criminal in nature. Now paraphilia can be anything, it doesn’t have to be a criminal act, but it can form part of a signature. Can anyone name what type of paraphilia dendrophilia is?’ he asked.

Blank faces met him. Well, the faces that looked up from their notes frantically were blank. The two auditors of the class always disconcertingly looked like their minds were elsewhere. One day, Spencer sighed quietly to himself. One day someone would know. ‘It’s…’

‘Trees,’ a quiet, unfamiliar voice called out hesitantly from the back row. ‘It’s an attraction to trees, dendro from the Greek dendron meaning tree, philia also Greek, meaning strong fondness and love amongst equals.’

The voice was not one of his students this term; he was certain. He could pick their voices. Spencer swiveled his head, scanning his students to get a glimpse of the first person to answer that question since he started asking it. His suspicions were confirmed; she was not supposed to be in this class. The voice belonged to a young woman, probably early twenties, with dark hair in braided pigtails on either side of her head. She fidgeted with her glasses before stuffing her hands back into her cardigan pockets. Their eyes met and she gave him a small smile.

‘…Yes, that’s right, trees. Any ideas what kind of behaviour might be displayed in a signature if a criminal has dendrophilia?’

‘They might like to perform their crimes outdoors in wooded areas, or bury victims under trees so they can revisit crime scenes and get off on the fact the trees are being sustained by a victim's decomposition. Or they might hide bodies in hollow trees, it would depend on an unsub’s preferences,’ she suggested, he could see she had a lot more to say, but she sat there, nervously looking at other students, as if prompting them to say something.

It was then Spencer placed her. He was right; she wasn't a current student. She had been in a few of his classes when he was teaching part time, two years ago. He couldn’t put a name to her face or much of her cohort to be honest. It bothered him. They had switched to online correspondence in the first semester of 2020. Only the first two classes with her cohort were in person, in which she had been silent. But, she should have graduated by now. Why was she here? Oh God, please not another auditor, he thought.

He cleared his throat, turned his attention back to the class. ‘Does anyone who's actually in this class have something to add?’ His gaze might as well have been poisoned the way some of the young students avoided it. ‘No? Okay, I know I blindsided you with that one, but, our guest is right. It may seem inconceivable to some of you that people would actually become aroused by trees, but in my experience paraphilia can be developed from anything and everything.’

He glanced back at her. Now she was clutching a canvas messenger bag tightly against her chest with one hand, and texting with the other. She obviously wasn’t here for the content or to audit him. So, he deduced that she was waiting for him to finish. He tried his best to continue as normal, now hoping that she wasn’t one of his fans that his lectures seemed to attract. ‘Now the assigned reading for next week will go further into how a paraphilia can be imprinted on a person, but I thought the basics of paraphilia would be an important background for the case study this week because it interacts with the stages of development and the importance of a love map. This is a case study from 1995…’

Spencer concluded the class five minutes early and packed up his things, warily glancing at her. The canvas messenger bag she had with her had a few pins on it for personalisation, but the way she gripped it so tight made him dread what was in it. She didn’t appear armed, but she seemed dressed in a way that would convey she was non threatening. It was not unusual, but it was certainly unique for a woman her age; a plain beige cardigan over a pale-floral-patterned collared blouse, navy culottes, and smart, vintage-style, leather loafers. Paired with her youthful hair style, it made him wary. It screamed sweet and innocent, like it was a purposeful statement. If she had consciously decided to dress that way, it was bad news for him.

As she stood, he observed she was on the tall side for a woman, at least 5'9 was his estimate from measuring her against the door frame. She smiled at the students file past her as she held the door open for them. She glanced at him expectantly as the last student left the hall. Suspicion turned to dread. He needed to go. He had no more classes for the day, but she wouldn’t know that. He power walked toward the door.

She smiled at him politely. ‘Dr Reid, I'll only need a few minutes of your time-’

‘I’m sorry. I have a class across the other side of the academy, I have to go, another time perhaps-’

‘Umm… No you don’t, it's Thursday,' she said with a chuckle.

He stilled. How would she know that? Had she been stalking him? His heart hammered, and he started to walk again, quickening his pace. He had to get to a populated area. Now.

‘Dr Reid?’ she called after him. Her shoes made no sound behind him. How was she so quiet for someone that tall? He glanced behind him to see she was two steps behind. ‘Dr Reid, I'm sorry if I spoke out of turn back there. Please, I just want to talk!’

‘I really must go.’

‘Okay, maybe we can sit down and have coffee some other time? I know you like a double espresso and double-choc-chip muffins. They're my favourite too, though I prefer tea.'

That chilled him to the bone. He began jogging. How long had she been watching him?

‘Doctor, where are you-’ He glanced back, and she was right there, her long legs striding to keep pace with him.

Oh God, she was chasing him. He didn’t have a gun right now. He didn’t carry one while he taught. This hall had cameras and hundreds of FBI cadets in classes behind doors right now. Would she really be that bold? He turned to face her. Perhaps he could reason his way out of this.

‘Look, this won’t end well for you. I don’t know what you think you can do to me, but there’s no way you can get away with anything here-’

‘What?’ She stepped back. Her eyes widened. ‘Oh no!’ She took another step back, ‘Oh no, no no… I’m not stalking you, I’m so sorry! Oh, the schedule and the muffin thing—God I must have come off so creepy, please don't freak out okay? I just… I’m so sorry,’ she fumbled out an apology. Her hand slowly went to the front pocket of her bag, but he didn't panic; the pocket was too small to hold a firearm. He kept his distance, ready to run if he needed to.

Her body language had changed completely. Before she seemed excited and nervous, but now she was utterly, and unmistakably, mortified. Spencer almost felt sorry for her.

‘I’m just grabbing my badge, sorry I-I tried calling to let you know I was coming, but Garcia said you were a technophobe, and I couldn’t wait for snail mail-’ He tilted his head, Garcia? ‘-she also told me your coffee preferences if I needed to bribe you… And I rang the criminology department secretary to see what your office hours were. Vivian, booked me an appointment in your calendar… but that… runs… on email… So you mustnt’ve seen it—you had no idea I was coming did you? God I was really early and weird… I-I- didn’t mean to scare you.’ She held out a familiar leather card holder to him. ‘I’m Special Agent Grace Matthews, I’m a profiler with your old unit, I’m new. I-I-we‘ve met before but, um… You might not remember me. Sorry I really wanted to meet you for a while now, I really admire you… and oh God this has gone so wrong… I am so sorry, I can come back later,’ she finished rambling and stood there, looking as if she wanted the earth to open up and swallow her.

It was like he was seeing himself at 22, struggling to fit in a crowd of suits and stern faces knowing full well that if it weren't for his intellect, he would not be there. He inspected her badge. He noted the birthdate of 12/25/1998. Considering it was a requirement that an applicant be 23 for admission to the bureau, and Grace was currently 24 and already a profiler, he suspected that she might have a similar skill set to him. He remembered both JJ and Garcia mentioned they had a new unit member earlier this year. He remembered JJ saying, “Oh Spence, you’d get on like a house on fire. Never met anyone else who could talk about cholera for 30 minutes, and then say they’re not an expert, they just dabble.”

Spencer offered her a smile. ‘Edward Leonski,’ he said.

‘Wha-Oh,’ she nodded sheepishly, ‘Yep, that was me. Eddie Leonski, “The Brownout Strangler”, I mean, I wasn’t the strangler… That was my final paper… you’d probably remember it cause of the spelling and grammar errors.’

‘No, I have an eidetic memory. I remember everyone’s term papers, but I remember yours particularly because I felt awful only being able to give you a distinction… because of the grammar and spelling mistakes. But the case you analysed, I’d never heard of before, which is always a welcome surprise. It gets a bit boring reading papers about the Zodiac, Bundy, Dhalmer over and over. But you chose a challenge, using original court transcripts, statements and archived letters as sources. And I agree with your theory that he was a narcissist with gynophobia, yet an erotic fascination with women's voices at the same time. The mimicry and self-soothing talk he practiced under stress was especially intriguing, and then added the element of the political tensions of the case. It was a really fascinating read. I had to look into it myself. I agree it is a shame that they declared him sane. There was a lot that was unique about his case that could have been learned if he wasn’t executed.’

‘I know right,’ she grinned. ‘But then again, Sanitariums in the 1940s are not something I would ever wish upon anyone.’

‘No, that’s true,’ he nodded.

Gone was the stuttering and fumbling. Good, he’d hoped a shared interest would make her more comfortable.

‘I'm sorry for scaring you Dr Reid, can I start again?’ she asked hopefully.

‘I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions, and not checking my calendar—through my email? I didn’t even know that they were connected. So sure, we can start again, you apparently have an appointment. So good morning Agent Matthews, did you enjoy the lecture?’

‘I did enjoy the lecture, both times actually, but it’s way better in person. I had some spare time today, and I wanted to meet you cause I have some questions for you and… um some news, not official FBI business but, we might want to go somewhere that is not going to get flooded with students in about… Now.’ Doors to the other lecture halls opened and chatty students filled the hallway.

If he was honest with himself, he had nothing better to do today, and genuinely he missed having people he could enthuse with. Students were intimidated by him, most faculty members were solely academics and they often were disturbed by his anecdotes, and well auditors made him nervous. Not to mention Matthews’ suggestion of muffins had him hungry now.

‘You know what, I actually could really use a coffee. There is a van that parks close to the Eastside of the academy. Their muffins are usually fresh around now too.’

‘Awesome,’ her shoulders relaxed, and they began walking together through the crowd of students, ‘I’ll shout then, after the scare I gave you, I think it’s only fair.’

Next chapter

NOTES: I haven't marked this mature yet. not sure how it works cause it has been ages since I posted a fic on tumblr, have no idea how it's going to handle a criminal minds fic. But oh well.

ALSO GRACE AND REID ARE NOT GOING TO BE THE ROMANTIC FOR EACH OTHER. IN THE TAGS I TRIED TO MAKE THAT CLEAR BUT I KNOW SOME PEOPLE DON'T READ THEM…. but don't worry I have someone else in mind to pair Spencer with, and Grace might go a bit "Operation parent trap" style to get them together. Also Grace will get a love interest to… Hopefully though she won't be too much like Reid and end up with her very own Graeve.

With this fic, I think I'll put specific trigger warnings a the start of each chapter because I plan to have sort of breather chapter in between cases and each case will have a variety of different stuff depending on the unsub. I think I'll put specific trigger warnings a the start of each chapter because I plan to have sort of breather chapter in between cases and each case will have a a variety of different stuff depending on the unsub. These first few chapters are intended as a bit of fluff and an introduction to Grace. if you love it leave a comment, like it, reblog, ask a question, whatever, it is much appreciated and it really motivates me

#criminal minds #spencer reid #fanfic #oc #spencer gets a happy ending #big brother spencer #mentor spencer #the protege #the protege chapter 1

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northwest-cryptid · 8 months

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Sometimes I look at the Project Moon games and wonder about what the team at PM must be like.

I mean hear me out... and yea spoilers and all that but I can't really get my point across without them so ya know.

Lobotomy Corp is a game that centers around the plot of 1 awful awful man who has done unspeakably horrible things to his colleagues in the pursuit of a goal they technically all wanted, but "not like this" only to go through so many horrifying loops of tragedy that everyone becomes numb, finding their own ways to cope with having to work at such a truly hellish work place. With the main character becoming someone better through atonement for his actions, he can't truly atone in the eyes of those he has harmed but he can try to better himself going forward and in the end he's able to at least give them all the gift of seeing their goal through to the end.

Library of Ruina shows us yet again a struggle with identity, this time accompanied by yet another major plot surrounding the idea of revenge this whole idea that the actions that freed one individual from a horrible life of abuse and neglect inflicted irreparable harm upon another. Yet they work together for so long in hopes of each achieving their own goals, only in the end coming to realization of their life, their grief, and their identity. Both being able to move past who they were and the pain they've felt and become something more than a husk living purely in spite of their suffering.

and I'll be honest, I've not played much of Limbus Company, I hate to admit it because I love the Project Moon universe but the game doesn't much keep my interest. That being said on the most baseline level of the game you have an understanding that this is a company of people specifically brought together for emotionless work. You have the most uncaring neglecting managers and head figures; Dante seems to be the most emotional of anyone and that's likely coming from the place of actually having to go through the literal pain of reviving anyone who dies, experiencing their pain in the process. So I could are they're a little more invested in their subordinate's wellbeing. However more than not, the lead figures here do not care about their underlings, and if you pay attention to the sinners; they're all full of life in different ways, sure some of them are less happy than others; but they all have goals, they all have ambition.

So what am I getting at with all of this? Well do I actually believe the lead writer/writers at ProjMoon are trying to say something about the company? Nah probably not, it's very likely they're just writing angst for the sake of angst; and while a lot of their writing is well done and captures a lot of mental illness and real conflict very well; I don't think they are necessarily trying to go any deeper than that.

That being said; we only now see how bad their CEO really is. However I have a hunch that this wasn't always the case, originally he was probably a genuinely nice dude. I say this completely on assumption mind you, so again if you think I'm making some weird stretches in logic or something read the above blurb again and recognize that I'm not some conspiracy theorist trying to spout some bullshit. I'm just saying that it's interesting to me that a small indie company of like 7 - 10 people who were really ambitious about their goal of becoming a game studio worked really hard (and likely failed a LOT in the past) in spite of their living situation being complete shit. Like basically everyone I know who knows about ProjMoon knows there were times they were so poor they couldn't afford basic heating and such. So here you have this company who dream of wealth and honor, being someone important, being someone rich enough to live a good life. They make 1 game (Lob Corp) that seems to be doing well, the Legacy version got played by a few youtubers and likely drew in a small but dedicated fanbase who gave them a rush of euphoria; finally there were eyes on their product. Real people, around the world who CARED about what they were making. They were likely far from their goal still, but now they had a chance. Then; they took a shift and remade the game to what we know it as today and what do you know... it was a success. They weren't rich or anything but here's this global fan community singing their praises, telling people "buy their game buy their game!" That's wealth and honor, at least on some level. See when you're THAT poor, even a couple thousand bucks or a couple hundred people with eyes on you can make all the difference. Sure we think "wealthy" means triple digit thousands at LEAST and such; but if even 100 people came to my stream and each of them gave me 25 bucks (the price of Lob Corp) I'd feel pretty damn successful having just made $2,500 "but cryptid they probably put a lot more money INTO it than that" sure that's true, and they probably sold a lot more than 100 copies of the game. There are currently 26,396 reviews on steam, with 455 being recent reviews. In total if we assume (and we don't, let's be real) that every one of those bought the game at full price, and the company got 100% of the money; that's $659,225 a little over a half a million. from Lob Corp alone. Now yea I'm not gonna say they didn't have to pay a % to steam for hosting and they likely had some copies sold when the game was like 50% off or something if we're being honest. However this doesn't take into account LoR being $30, with 20,501 reviews for a total of (again under the same assumptions which we aren't realistically assuming here) another $615,030 we have no idea how much merch they sold or how much profit they made from their café either.

What am I getting at here? That they made a bunch of money? We know. No it's more than that; See it's easy to look at the CEO and say "oh dude fuck Project Moon they're a shit company!" However consider for a second that you don't hate Netzach, Chesed, Angela, Tiph, Hod, etc; for the actions of Ayin... do you? Now yea obviously those are fictional people, so you know they don't have bills to pay they don't have families to take care of, they don't have real life problems to deal with... unlike the people who work at Project Moon.

All people who likely watched their friend, and CEO; change when he obtained the money and fame he was after; suddenly hiding the fact he had grown so much from the public so they could sell the idea of being a "small indie dev team" to keep pay lower and abuse their workers. Which, from what I understand; is what we learned from the WonderLab incident, unless I'm mistaken of course. Take everything I'm saying here with a grain of salt. It's very likely that the writing for the original Lob Corp wasn't about the Proj Moon team specifically, more so about working conditions in capitalism, and likely the current state of Korean societal/work norms. However I do wonder how much of the writing might be or could be based on what the team is going through in relation to their own work place.

I saw a lot of people saying "how could the people who wrote games about shit business practices literally do this shit, they wrote about it!" However I don't know if the CEO himself really had much of a hand in that, you have to remember that none of us; and I do mean NONE OF US. Have any idea what the working conditions there are actually like. For all we know the CEO could easily say "oh sure I wrote this and that, I looked over these things; I helped with those things" when in reality it's all delegated to some poor intern.

I mean hell I once worked with an indie company who literally stole my intellectual property, claimed it all as their own; said they had "come up with all of this the night before at an exclusive meeting" and then used it to profit off their scam of a game that they lied to the public about being something it wasn't and I never saw a cent of it because I told them off for not only stealing my work but A. lying to me and thinking I wouldn't know and B. lying to the public to scam people out of their money.

A lot of shady shit practices happen behind closed doors that never gets to be made public whether it's because you don't have a voice to say it loud enough or because contractually you're not legally able to without harsh consequences. You know what you can do though? You can write whatever you want for the plot of your game. Your game that is already built around the premise of abusive work practices and shitty capitalistic managers.

what was that limbus company quote, something like "take out their leader, remove the head and the meat under it crumbles" I don't know man, it just makes me wonder about how the people working at Project Moon feel about their CEO. I don't know how many of them are WILLINGLY following him vs how many have to keep a roof over their head and feel like they have no choice in the matter but to keep working for a shitty CEO who makes the big bucks while they likely get "small indie dev team pay" you know?

I'll say this again because I know, this is the "how dare you say we piss on the poor" website and I want to make this abundantly clear. I don't know jack shit about what goes on behind closed doors at that company, I'm not trying to make some kind of conspiracy theory, I'm not reading too much into plot or writing of a fictional world/characters/game. I'm not trying to make any claims about any persons working within the company. I'm merely wondering how much of the writing (WHICH COULD BE NONE) comes from a more personal view of venting about poor working conditions and how many of the employees working at Project Moon (WHICH COULD BE ALL OF THEM) actually consider their CEO to be a friend and someone worth working for rather than as an abusive boss they're scared of and who they can't quit working for because they need the money.

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