#like. im talking length down to my chest long beard

[bugtimesrise]

i have a habit of trying to cut my own beard, shape it, trim it, and i have proven time and time again to be so bad at DIY'ing it

anytime it grew an inch i would unevenly cut it, it's become so bothersome over the years

so rn i am trying to leave it alone, let it grow, which is gonna be a mental pain for me, i hate when it starts becoming wild looking

[dr4cking]

His Mother’s Garden.

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draco malfoy x reader | smut | enemies to lovers

a/n : this is so random bye :”

"y/n, come down here for a minute, darling. i have something to tell you" y/n sighed slowly getting up from her lovely bed as she heard her mom called her to come downstairs.

"yes, mother?" her mom greeted y/n with a big smile while her father sitting on the couch, y/n feels like she was going to be interrogated, she grabbed a bottle of water and drink.

"sweetie go pack your stuff and dress nicely, we're going to stay at Malfoy Manor for 3 days." she felt as if her breath got taken away somewhere when she choked on the water, her mother worriedly run to her and smack her back.

"pardon me, mother. but i think i've misheard about what you just said" y/n's mother just chuckled at her daughter's reaction.

"no darling, you heard it right, we're going to stay at their place"

"but why so sudden, mother? you know i hate their son" y/n whines loudly thinking about how awkward it is to spend the day with the malfoys.

"well i met narcissa earlier in gringgots, its been so so long, you know we're very close when we were young, and your dad here is working at the ministry with lucius malfoy too, darling. so we really have to catch up" her mother explained it with her bubbly energy, she did tell y/n how she and narcissa were basically best friends in their time.

"but why do we have to literally stay there? we could've just hung out there and then go back home" y/n frowns, taking a seat beside her father.

"of course not, narcissa is the one who suggested the idea and it would be rude of me to reject it, now dont be a baby and do as i say its only for three days, honey. this is the end of the discussion or we're gonna be late" her mother cupped her cheeks smiling so wide and give her a little kiss on her right cheek before taking her hand and shoved her to go back to her room.

she goes to her room, started to packing while blabbering about her mother, she picked a pleated skirt and putting on a knit sweater, she put on a light makeup and grabbed her sneakers, she doesnt want to dress up so much because she didnt want to go in the first place.

she takes her bag with her going downstairs seeing her parents already waiting at the front door, she huffed.

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"ah, finally the (your surname)'s here! y/m/n, who is this lovely lady, is this y/n? oh my god, you've grown up" narcissa said as she hugs y/n after she hugged her mother greeting her family, y/n smiles and nod turning the gesture politely.

"lucius, draco! hurry, come here."

both of the platinum blonde-haired men appeared at the door, lucius greet y/n's father, giving y/n a small nod, but draco stayed behind his parents, just looking up and down at y/n smirking making her rolled her eyes at him.

the malfoys lead her family in, showing their room for their stay, the house elves taking their things. as y/n wanted to follow her parents, a hand grabbed her wrist stopping her steps.

she looks up only to meet the boy she loathed so much in their school. draco lucius malfoy.

"not so fast y/l/n" draco pulled her closer, a smirk still plastered on his lips.

"get your filthy hand off of me, ferret. i’m not in the mood." y/n snickered yanking her hand back.

"ooo, feisty. listen y/n, i just want to make a peace for awhile. at least can we try to be civil? i dont want to ruin our parent's moment, and besides that, you're staying in my house, i dont want it to be awkward." draco rubbed the back of his neck staring at her.

"ugh fine, whatever draco" y/n turns and run to follow her parents not wanting to talk to draco for any longer, leaving draco behind who just rolled his eyes at her behavior.

the day goes on so fast, their parents talked and chatted all day, leaving draco and y/n no choice but just to listened and joined their conversation, they both wonder if their parents ever get tired, as the night finally came, everyone already going to their rooms.

y/n wake up from her sleep groaning, she took a look at the clock, it was 2 am.

she rubbed her eyes, her throat feels so dry, she decided to go downstairs to grab a drink before going back to sleep.

"what are you doing at this hour, y/n?" y/n turns around from the refrigerator finding draco who stood behind her with his grey sweatpants. merlin's beard, he looks hot.

"cant you see im drinking, idiot"

y/n close the refrigerator and started to walk back to her room wanting to avoid draco as fast as she can but she only made three steps before draco pushed her against the refrigerator trapping her making y/n let out a squeal.

"you’ve got a big mouth, dont you sweet thing?" draco smirk seeing her flushed face, he pressed his body closer to her making her cheeks heated.

"d-draco i-"

"sshh, cat got your tongue now, hm?" draco rubbed his thumb on her bottom lip, tugging at it making y/n shivered at his touch.

"oh i see you like this, yeah?" draco leans into the crook of her neck, his hot breaths against her neck got y/n to rub her thighs together and draco placed his knee between them keeping her thighs apart.

he starts to pressed kisses along her neck causing her breath hitched, her panties are dampen when she takes a look at his lower part and his hard on brushed against her heat, she let out a soft moan and quickly pushed draco away from her.

"i- i should go" y/n runs to her room, cursing herself, draco behind her just chuckled deeply, satisfied at her reaction, but now he got some problem to take care of.

the next day came, y/n didnt get so much sleep after her last interaction with draco, just thinking about it makes a blush appeared on her cheeks, she threw away the thought of touching herself last night.

she quickly made her way to the bathroom and took a shower.

she just finished showering, putting on a bathrobe and letting off the towel on her head, but as she looked at the mirror, she screamed.

why is her hair green?!

only one name crossed her mind, she runs downstairs to get her target with anger bubbling up inside her.

"draco lucius malfoy! you better come back here! turn my fucking hair back to its color!" y/n yelled, running as fast as she can, catching draco who already ran away from her, without stopping his laughter.

"dont worry y/n, you look good with g-green" draco was panting heavily still laughing, he was still running but stopped at his mother's garden hiding behind it, hoping that y/n didnt catch him here. a smile never leaving his face.

but before draco could react more, he got tackled to the ground, y/n was hovering above him, her wand on his throat, threatening him.

she keeps talking but all he could think about was how hot y/n look on top of him, her new hair color still wet enough to drip the water down to his face, her top of the robe is low enough to show him her cleavage.

he quickly made his eyes back up to her, he would lie if he said this didnt turn him on.

"draco did you hear what i said? turn my hair color back!" y/n pushed his chest back down but her face redden as she realizes what was she doing right now, she quickly gets off of draco but only to be flipped over by him.

y/n was about to say something but got cut off by draco silencing her mouth with a kiss, he kissed her harshly, y/n was still in shock but not for long she melted into the kiss, she wrapped her arms around his neck deepening the kiss, they're practically swallowing each other faces, tongues fighting over the dominance, moans coming off from their lips without breaking the kiss.

memories of last night coming back to their minds.

"fuck- you're so fucking hot. do you want this y/n?" draco said as he pulled away, breathing heavily.

"yes, yes please, draco" with that, draco attached his lips to her neck, sucking and biting making a mark of his.

y/n rolled her hips on his crotch grinding against him making him let out a soft grunt, he pulls away to admire his work and he goes to untie her robe but not before he asked her permission, she nodded vigorously.

draco untied her robe making her body fully exposed in front of him, he moaned softly at the view and his lips instantly latching onto her nipple sucking and pulling it between his teeth softly making the girl squirmed. his other hand grabbed her breast squeezing it, he was amazed at how her breast fit perfectly in his hand.

y/n tugged at his shirt signaling she wants it off, draco gets the hint and takes it off, she pulled his sweatpants down making his hard cock slapped up to his stomach. she whimpered at his size wondering if it gonna fits in her.

draco groaned at the feeling of her hand pumping his cock up and down, her thumb playing at his red swollen tip, precum already oozing out of it. he stopped her hand before he cums right there.

he spreads her legs wider making the perfect view of her glistening cunt in front of him, he licks his lip, started to kiss her thighs before going to her core making her body jolted out.

"draco.. please, do something" draco smirk, he loves how he gets y/n to beg him, she sounds so hot, begging suited her.

he licked up her slit before sucking on her clit, he moaned at her taste, sending vibrations to her body, y/n gripped his hair tightly moaning his name over and over again as draco's tongue thrusting in and out of her hole.

he then inserts two fingers in her and pumping them inside of her fast, curling them inside, his tongue still licking her cunt lapping up her juices, y/n already a moaning mess.

"yes! draco right there! right fucking there.. oh god im gonna-"

of course.

of course he pulled out, right before y/n could ever reach her high leaving her whining and glared at him in anger, draco chuckles looking at her face.

"stop being so fucking greedy, y/n. you only allowed to cum when my cock is buried deep inside you" draco pumps his cock tapping it against her cunt, lining his tip up and down at her clit, y/n gets impatient but draco pushed her hips down to stop her from moving.

he slowly pushed in his entire length inside her, both of them cant help but moaning each other’s name out loud, inch by inch filling her inside. draco stopped to let her adjust as he fully inside her. he wants her to feel every part of him. y/n wrapped her legs around his waist, nodding at him to move.

"god- you're so tight y/n, i cant barely move. do you know how long i've been wanting to have you under me" draco's breath tickling her neck as he buried his face on her neck, slowly picking up his pace as he thrusts in and out of her.

"yes- fuck.. harder draco i want it rough and fast, please" draco was shocked at how y/n think her tight little pussy could take him rough and fast, but he obeyed anyway.

he grabbed her legs, putting them on his shoulder and begin to thrusting harder, rough and fast like she wanted making her cried out at the angle.

"fuck! you're such a slut y/n, letting me fuck you senseless in my mother's garden, dont you scared at the thought of getting caught, hm? oh i bet you would love that, right?" y/n only could mutter a low 'yes' as draco keep pounding at inhumanly pace making her whole body shake.

"what is it? i cannot hear you, my little slut" draco gripped her throat with his hand, pressing their foreheads together as he stared deeply into her soul not even stopping his thrusts.

"y- yes draco im your slut, i'd love tha- g- god please.."

"stop stuttering." draco's hand move down to twirling her nipples in his fingers and pinch them lightly making her yelp.

"draco?"

draco and y/n stopped their activities for a minute, staring at each other in horror, draco smirk down at her while she stared at him in confusion.

he starts to move again, snapping his hips harder, making y/n gasped, he quickly put his hand over her mouth. draco was thankful that the bushes hiding their ungodly activities perfectly.

"yes, mother?" draco said casually as if nothing was happening right now, he quickens his thrust, going deeper and harder into her while a tear rolled down on y/n's face at the feeling of the knot in her stomach tighten and she had to hold her moans.

"what are you doing there, draco?" narcissa asked as she cant found her son anywhere, only hearing his voice.

"im doing some school stuff mother, i'll be quick and head inside" draco answers holding his moans between his words feeling he would cum any sooner, he hoped his mother take the hint and leave already.

like draco expected, narcissa gives him an 'okay' before going back inside the manor but not without the hesitation in her voice but she left anyway.

"fuck.. you almost got us caught y/n" draco chuckles as his hand left her mouth, a loud moan suddenly escaped her lips.

"you're insane draco, why didnt you s- stop- oh my god.. gonna cum"

y/n cried out she cant even finishing her sentence as draco brings his hand down on her clit, rubbing in circles, getting her closer to her high, his other hand going back to choking her, he leaned in to capture her lips to hold his own high, he wanted her to cum first.

and within seconds, y/n came undone, it hit her hard causing her legs to shake, her eyes screwed shut seeing the stars all she could remember was his name when she moaned it out loud.

draco look down at his cock covered with her juices milking him, he moaned loudly and with the last thrust he collapsed on her, spurting out all of his warm thick cum inside her, painting her walls white making the girl moaned too feeling so full.

he moaned her name into her ear sending butterflies to her stomach as he rides out their orgasms. draco pulled out slowly making y/n winced, their mixed liquids dripping down to their inner thighs.

"merlin. that was so fucking hot, y/n" draco said reconnecting their lips, kissing her with passion and emotion this time.

"that was more than being civil, draco" y/n laughs making draco join her laughter too. he starts to dressed himself back up.

"there i thought we were enemies" draco said as he cleaned her up and tying her bathrobe back.

"oh we are, i still hate you" y/n poked his cheek making draco laughed.

"didnt seem like it 5 minutes ago" draco said as he captures her lips on his again as he finished cleaning her.

"round 2 in my room tonight?" draco asks as he pulled away. y/n smirked at him.

"only if you turn my hair color back" and he pulls out his wand from his pocket and swished it turning her hair back to its natural color.

both of them heading back to the manor, feeling excited and new. they stopped at their parents already waiting for them to show up in the living room with a mix expressions worn on their faces making draco and y/n blushed madly.

"im glad we decided to stay." y/n's mother breaking the silence making the room filled with laughter.

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[mochaxmars]

Soft and Dirty [Henry Cavill]

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summary: no plot - just porn

pairing: henry cavill x black!reader

warnings: oral (f + m receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, breeding kink if you squint, slight degradation, slight biting kink, daddy kink, nipple play, slight cockwarming

word count: 1050

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Your back was against the cool, satin sheets, contrasting with the intense heat you felt within. You felt his lips softly graze your slender neck as his fingers gently ran up and down your spine, coaxing shivers out of you. Henry leaned down, resting his forehead against yours, you watched breathlessly as his eyes studied yours with silent intensity. YN felt his breath danced in the crook of your neck before meeting your lips in a searing kiss. The feeling alone sent your mind into a sensual state of intoxication.

He drew away, travelling down her body and drawing a heated path until he stopped between your legs, pinning them giving soft and comforting belly kisses, teasing you with little nips on the exposed skin. His short beard lightly scratched the inside of your thighs as he peppered kisses on them, before laying a harsh assault upon you. His tongue delving between your folds, flicking your sensitive bud

“Look at this sweet pussy, so wet for me”

He parted the sensitive flesh of your pussy, and it wasn't long before you felt his lips wrap around your clit. Your back lifted off the bed in an arch as he lay his tongue flat, dragging upwards before sucking harshly on your bud and you felt two of his fingers enter your core; they curled upwards hitting your spot perfectly. As you neared your climax, he replaced his fingers with his tongue, slurping all up of your nectar; his actions demanding sounds of pleasure from you.

The speed of his tongue relentless and harsh, as your thighs trembled around his face, your cunt is raw and throbbing. Heavy ropes of pleasure licked through your body, choking out a sob as you came. The cries of his name were met with deep groans of satisfaction from within Henry’s throat, sending vibrations through your weeping core.

“Shit,” you sobbed. “Fuck —right there daddy, I’m coming”

“Let me hear those pretty moans darling, don’t hold back on me”

His chest rumbled as he released a groan from seeing you on unsteady legs, kneeling in front of him “You’re going to make daddy feel good?”, you didn’t verbally respond. Instead, your hands gripped his straining member, thumb caressing the throbbing vein along his shaft. You watched how his muscles tensed and how his face contorted into pleasure from the contact. Your tongue followed those movements, feeling the pulses, flicking over the sensitive, reddened tip, savouring the precum. You applied more pressure on the base and continued the twisting motion upwards, he thrusted forward into your hands. His fingers found your hair as you worked his length in your mouth. He hissed, throwing his head back, teeth tugging at his lower lip as you cupped his balls with your free hand.

“My sweet girl, so good for me, baby,” he whispered huskily

Henry felt himself becoming close when he then ceased all movements drawing a whimper of dissatisfaction from your pouted lips. "I want to feel you around me when I cum", his deep voice layered with lust left you whimpering.

In an idle reverie, Henry planted sloppy kisses wherever his cock twitching and throbbing against your sensitive cunt. You feel him pressed against your soaked hole, Henry's hands moved to your waist, gripping it as you ground on him, the friction providing partial pleasure for them both but it wasn’t enough. You released a long-drawn moan as he slid inside of you until he was fully sheathed. Watching your bodies connect over and over again. In these moments you loved him with your eyes as much as your body, your souls mingling in the quiet moments between action and stillness. It became harder to hold back, to make the moment last. It was always this way though, so caught between the intoxication of the climax and extending a moment you never want to end.

He settled down flat, strong arms hooking around your hips so you stayed close.

These times were your favourite, something soft and passionate where you whisper the dirtiest things to each other until you’re both swimming in ecstasy.

Henry enveloped your nipple into his mouth, using one hand to give attention to the other and with his free hand, he drew gentle circles around your clit. The overstimulation caught up to you as your climax built once more with greater intensity than before. You felt that coil in the pit of your stomach stretch beyond its limits and your tight walls continuing to clench around his throbbing member.

"I-im close." You breathed out. Your voice hoarse as Henry's name along with a series of moans and curses flew past your lips.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill as you struggled to hold his sharp gaze; almost cowering under it as it all became too much to deal with. The ecstasy coursed through veins and shockwaves from your high rode through you. You burrowed your head into his neck, lightly biting his shoulder and dragging your nails down his back; attempting to fight the pleasure. Henry looked down as saw his cock coated in your essence, and drove him to an almost feral point.

“Daddy, please—fuck cum for me”, you begged in a broken voice

“You want me to make you full, huh? Mmh I know you do, my greedy little girl, you already have my cock now you want my cum?”, a guttural moan ripped through his throat, his words spinning in your head. You nodded your head as Henry forced his hips faster, chasing his release and they then stuttered before coming to a complete halt and his thick and warm cum painted your walls.

Henry turned your bodies over so that you laid on top, you focused on the sounds of heaving and pulses drumming that filled the room. He gripped your waist as he began to pull out but your protests soon followed, “Wait!”, already hot, heat then rose to the surface of your cheeks as you looked down at Henry sheepishly, “Daddy can we stay like this...please?”

He didn’t even try to hide his smirk at your shyness and felt his cock twitch and grow inside you and wrapped his arms around you, caging you to his body, closing any gap between you.

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[starlight-starwrites]

can I please request soft smut with Marcus Pike? Please and thank you. I love you. You are my favorite writer.

Everyday

marcus pike x female reader

wc: 2.7k

warnings: piv sex, girl on top (for a bit), a lot of feelings and love (its so gross guys), hand holding, this is basically just all smut and fluff

i would literally do anything for you anon, omigod. the fact that you even sent this blows my mind, i’ve reread it so many times just to make sure im seeing it right. i am so so sorry it took me so long, and i can only hope you still get to see this!! thank you so much

You breathe easy, eyes still closed, covered by a thin sheet, the sun coming through the bedroom window, and a heavy arm. Inhaling deeply, you shift your head on the pillow only to feel another arm underneath it. A small smile creeps on your lips, and you sink into the embrace.

Without opening your eyes, you reach a hand to find the one underneath the pillow and intertwine your fingers with his. His arm around your waist moves, hand searching for your other to take hold of it too. You hum, giving his fingers a little squeeze, before you feel him scooch closer.

A nose tickles your bare shoulder. “Good morning,” he mumbles before pressing his plush lips to the back of your neck.

“Morning, baby.” You sigh and close your eyes tighter, wishing that you could have more time just like this. But Marcus was an early riser, and he would no doubt want to be up and getting ready for the day. You’re about to ask to just sleep in, but he’s already talking.

“Hey baby?” His voice is still thick with sleep, and you don’t mind it a bit as long as what he says next doesn’t destroy your moment of comforting bliss. “Do you think you could get off my arm, honey? I’m losing feeling.”

“Oh!” Your eyes open immediately, surprised at the request. “I’m sorry. Here.” You shift up, letting him move his arm from under your head and tucking it under your side instead, letting him wrap his arms around you while brace yourself with your shoulder so you’re not crushing him.

He pulls you to him, his bare chest to your back, both arms hugging your middle while you entwine your fingers with his again. His face is buried into your neck, brushing his cheek against yours to push away your hair, scratching you with his beard. His breath is warm on your skin, body solid and comforting at your back. It feels right, feels perfect, and you decide you are content to stay in his arms for the rest of your life.

You smile at the thought.

Marcus shifts closer to bring his body flush with yours, and when his hips meet the curve of your ass, you are suddenly very happy neither of you bothered to get dressed last night.

By keeping his hands held in yours, you force him to use other means to search for affection. His face buried in your neck now presses tickling kisses under your ear, and one of his legs comes to lay on top of yours, knocking your knees together. You wiggle your butt in retaliation, knowing the game he’s playing at is just to get you awake.

When Marcus wiggles back, proving just how awake he is, you know he is going to win. His kiss becomes firm, lips pressing and sucking at your sensitive skin, and he drags a palm over your stomach and searching lower, and you let your hand stay atop it as he touches you. It feels good having him here like this, no work, no responsibilities for the time being.

“You are incapable of sleeping in, aren’t you?” you tease him. His body is curled around yours, so much so you feel like you’re being absorbed. You know what he wants. You’re not inclined to refuse him.

“We did sleep in,” he retorts.

You scoff at that. He knows your sleeping habits, and your opinion on his.

“8 AM on a Saturday morning is not sleeping in,” you argue. His kisses that trail from your neck along your shoulder are only partially distracting.

“At this rate, we’ll lose half the day, baby.”

He always uses the same argument. But instead of groaning, you decide to respond differently. “It’s not a loss if I’m with you.”

The kisses stop. There’s a moment of silence, and you wonder what he’s thinking.

“I can’t believe you said something so cheesy.” He sounds genuinely shocked. “You hate when I’m cheesy.”

You scoff. “I do not.”

“You roll your eyes every time I do!’

You roll your eyes and push your back closer into him.

“You’re rolling your eyes right now.” He says it confidently. You don’t know how he does it.

“You don’t know that!” you bite back. “And just because I roll my eyes, does not mean I hate it.”

“So you’re telling me all those times you give me hell for being ‘sappy’, you actually like it?”

You grumble in response, closing your eyes and trying to will yourself back to sleep.

He pulls his arm from under you, lifting himself on an elbow to look at you. “So you do.” It’s not a question. You can hear the smile in his voice. You bite your lip to avoid smiling back.

With you pointedly trying to pretend to sleep, Marcus takes the chance to lean in and nip at your neck. The feel of his teeth and tongue make it impossible to ignore him, and when his hand that cups between your legs moves to separate your folds, you give up. You moan at his ministrations, turning slightly to the side to allow him more access, and he covers your body with his own.

Your hands skim over his shoulders, feeling his skin as he touches you, and you bring a hand to play with the hair at the back of his neck. He dips his head down to kiss you, slow and soft, the same way his fingers rub along your slit before slipping inside of you, only to pull out and stroke you again. It’s a lazy motion, and it’s relaxing, but you know it’s not going to get you anywhere. You don’t mind as you slip your tongue into his mouth, happy to enjoy a slow morning with Marcus for once, happy to feel his nose bump yours, his soft lips slant over yours.

He sighs, pressing closer as he deepens the kiss, and you pet his hair. He pulls back for a moment pressing kisses to each corner of your mouth, then one to your nose before he returns to your lips. You smile into the kiss, forcing him to pull away and try again. He presses a finger into you again, stroking you slowly as if he was trying to torture you. You sigh into his mouth, taking your time as you kiss him, but his gentle touches are beginning to drive you insane, and when you feel his hard length press to your thigh, you don’t want to waste any more time.

Your lips part from his with a soft sound. You notice he doesn’t open his eyes, just drops his head to nuzzle your cheek and kiss along your jaw. You cradle his head as he does it, but then you nudge him to get his attention.

“You going to fuck me, Mr. Pike?” It’s meant to provoke him, and you smile, but he doesn’t stop placing sweet kisses on any skin he can reach, even after he responds.

“Fuck you? I’m going to make love to you, Mrs. Pike.”

You raise a brow, hating how much the sound of that turns you on. “I’m not Mrs. Pike just yet.”

“Forgive me,” he takes hold of your left hand, bringing it to his mouth, “the future Mrs. Pike.” He places a kiss on your ring finger, right under where your engagement ring rests, making sure to keep eye contact.

You can’t help the way your lips part as you stare at him, darting between watching his dark eyes and his pouty lips. You twist your hand in his hold, catching his chin before pulling his face down by your grip on his jaw. “Get over here, Marcus,” you breathe out, and then his mouth is on yours. You think he tries to be sexy, taking your bottom lip between his teeth with a moan, but he’s trying so hard not to smile, and failing.

You laugh against his mouth, and he joins you, pulling away from your lips to press his forehead where you lay in the pillows. He takes your hand from his face and holds it, interlocking your fingers and pining it above your head. Your body still moves slowly this early, but the call of Marcus’ body on yours pushes you to act.

He presses his weight down on you, and you roll your hips into his, searching for friction. He happily obliges, grinding against you and pressing you deeper into the mattress. It may be slow, but it’s needy, the easy intoxication of having a body in your bed, of the early rise of the sun and the soft affection of someone who loves you.

His arms block you in and his face presses into the curve of your neck as you open your legs for him. No words are said as he slides into you. It’s all gasps and sighs and soft moans, his skin on yours, his breath tickling your neck. It’s a familiar feeling, one born of two people who know each other so well, who know exactly what the other wants. He pushes into you until he bottoms out, and you let out a moan as he reaches deep inside. You feel whole like this, like you were meant to wake up and go to bed like this every day.

“Oh, fuck Marc—” His mouth covers yours, kissing away your whine.

You feel his nose trail over the curve your cheek as he breaks away. “You feel so good, so soft for me,” he whispers into your ear. “Look at you. So beautiful,” his other hand comes to your face, gently stroking your cheek before taking your hair, pulling you back into the pillows.

“Mmmm baby, please. Please more,” you breathe it into his shoulder, consumed by his touch.

He kisses down the side of your face as he rocks into you, and your eyes slip shut, tilting your head back to let him kiss along your throat.

“Like that?” He strokes become harder. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

You slide a hand down his back to grip his ass, your nails biting into his skin and he grunts in your ear, moaning your name as he starts to move faster.

“I’ll give you more, fuck, I’ll give you everything.”

His body never parts far from yours, but he hits exactly where you need him, and you feel a pull beginning in your gut. He lets out a moan as he buries himself in you, over and over, and you love the delicious feeling of having him so intimately, the delicious sound of how wet he makes you. You can’t help the choked sound that escapes.

“Moaning like that, shit, shit. You keep doing that baby and I’m—”

“Yes,” you gasp. “Just like that, please. Please.” You don’t know what you’re saying, just want him to keeping doing what he is.

Marcus tilts his head as he pumps harder, his eyes slip closed, and you know he’s already lost in your heat.

“You take me so good,” he groans, and the sound of makes you grow wetter. “You love me so good. You promise,” his nose nudges yours, “You promise you’ll be mine?”

He thrusts into you again, his pace getting faster, and you know he’s close. But with the way he’s talking, how he groans when he hears you call his name, you know he deserves something better. So when he slides into you again, as deep as he can go, you quickly wrap your legs around him, squeezing your thighs to trap him. He moans above you, hanging his head, and you take the chance to roll the two of you over, keeping your bodies locked together. You sit on top of him now, keeping his back to the mattress with your hands pushing on his chest. You wiggle your hips to get settled, comfortable with him seated deep inside you. Marcus presses his head back, exposing his neck while he grits his teeth.

“Fuck, baby,” he curses, your move surprising him in his wrecked state.

You smile sweetly at him. “Not just yet, baby, I got something to say.”

You press a quick kiss to his lips before kissing down to his chest.

“Who do I go to bed with at night?” you ask.

He hesitates for a moment, confused and distracted by the light touch of your lips. You press your tongue to his sternum, dragging it over his skin until you find his nipple, swirling it around the peak. His hand comes to cradle the back of your head, mouth dropping open as you stay seated on him, teasing him.

“Who do I wake up to in the morning?” you try again. “When I need to be held, whose arms do I go to, baby?”

You watch the movement of his throat as he swallows and smile at the affect you have on him. Still, he doesn’t answer. You take his other hand and bring it to where your bodies meet, dragging his fingers around the base of his cock and through your slick folds. “Who makes me wet like this baby?”

He moans in response, mouth open as he stares at you like you came from the heavens. You swivel your hips around him, clenching on his hard cock inside you.

“Who, baby? You didn’t answer.”

The moan that comes from him is unashamed. He swears, a little fuck that makes you smile.

“I do,” he chokes out. “I make you this wet—” he grunts when you finally move on him, making his voice break again. And him finally admitting what he does to you, having him hard and throbbing inside you and nearly begging you to let him finish, breaks you. You lift yourself and rock into him again, finding a rhythm as you ride him.

He throws his head back, mouth running as he praises you, confesses his love for you. You feel your muscles tighten as you watch him.

“Yes, I promise,” you say. “Of course, I promise I’m yours. I love you, Marcus. I love you, I love you—”

He reaches up to tug on your arms, and you fall forward onto him. He wraps his arms around your body, holding you close to him, and he presses his face into your hair and your cheek.

“I love you,” he whispers, saying your name with reverence as he begins to thrust up into you. “I’ll love you forever.”

He snaps his hips up into yours as you lay there, only able to press yourself down on him. The angle changes, and he draws out a long moan from you where he hits inside you. His pace stutters, but with the two of you moving, the feeling builds and builds until it crests. You hold tight to him when it hits, he grinds into you as he releases, and one of your hands flies to press between your legs to prolong the high. It feels so good, he feels so good releasing inside you, tightening around you.

You touch yourself until you tremble atop him, and he captures your mouth in lazy kiss. Neither of you move from each other, content to bask in the moment a little longer. His hand rubs up and down your back as you settle into the crook of his neck.

You don’t regret him waking you up so early, don’t regret agreeing to join him in his bed so long ago. As you bend your thumb to adjust your ring, you definitely don’t regret saying yes.

“This is how I want to wake up. Every day,” you whisper it to the room, but you know he hears you.

He doesn’t say anything, and your hand on his chest rises and falls with each breath he takes. He brings it to his lips again, smiling before pressing a kiss to the ring on your finger. And you lie there, him still inside you, your thighs framing his hips as he holds you, surrounded by his warmth, his arms, his scent, and you’re happy.

“Everyday for the rest of my life.”

[sgtjbbhasmyheart]

Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter One

Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he's not Reader's sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2101

Chapter Warning: Bad Language Words, tiny bit of angst

A/N: I started this on AO3 awhile ago. Now that I have a blog dedicated primarily to just Marvel/Bucky, I thought I’d add it here, too. Enjoy!

DO NOT copy or replicate without my permission.  

Bucky heard his phone buzz as he was tugging a butter-soft tee over his head. He glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand next to his bed as he worked his arms into their respective holes.

9:36

Steve was long in bed already, so the text most likely wasn’t from him. Sam was on a me me kick-- No, what did he call them? Memes!-- of a disgruntled cat which he swore reminded him of the super soldier. He wouldn’t be surprised if it were him. Or possibly Nat. She picked up the new issue of Guns & Ammo the other day and was sending him pictures of a Mossberg MC1sc 9mm she was drooling over.

Smoothing the body of the shirt over his torso, Bucky ambled over to his bed. He snatched up the phone from the navy blue comforter and flipped it over. To his amazement, the text wasn’t from Sam or Nat. Or even Steve.

(917) 460-5480 work thing boring af. kinda tied one on. might be late meeting you tomorrow

He blinked several times at the message, uncertain how to respond. It was a wrong number, right? Bucky hadn’t made plans with anyone for tomorrow that he could remember. Plus, everyone he knew had the same work thing. And it was rarely boring.

Definitely a wrong number.

He set the phone down near the clock, choosing to ignore the text. Hopefully, whoever this person was, figured out quickly they were texting the wrong number and moved on.

Bucky pulled back the covers before climbing into bed. His body melted into the mattress, muscles relaxing for the first time since breakfast. Training had been non-stop all day today. It felt good to just be, for once.

He grabbed the book he was reading off the nightstand and opened it to the spot he left off. He cleared his mind, as best he could, and concentrated on the words on the page.

A few pages in, his phone vibrated alive again. Another text message.

(917) 460-5480 sis dont be mad youd be drinking too if you had to sit thru one of these business dinners

Bucky sighed. He had hoped his radio silence would have clued this person into their mistake. Wishful thinking. Before he could punch out a reply, another text came through.

(917) 460-5480 timmons is droning on about this new client. kill me now

He quickly typed out a reply:

(917) 308-3117 I think you sent this to me by mistake.

Bucky watched the text indicator pulse as this unknown person worked out their response.

(917) 460-5480 haha very funny sis

Bucky huffed at this person’s disbelief, thumbs working on typing out his next message.

(917) 308-3117 I’m not trying to be funny. I can’t be someone’s sister when I’m a man.

He set the phone down on the nightstand again, hoping this person finally took a hint. He opened his book back up to the current page, taking a deep breath.

The room’s silence was broken again by the loud thrumming of his phone skittering across the surface of the black wood veneer.

(917) 460-5480 how does kevin feel about this so close to the wedding???

(917)460-5480 will you still need a wedding dress or will you just get a tux???

(917) 460-5480 am i still your maid of honor???

Bucky chuckled at this girl (no, young woman) asking the essential questions.

(917) 308-3117 Your sister did not get a sex change. Yes, she will still need a wedding dress. Yes, you are still her maid of honor. Like I said before, wrong number.

An almost immediate reply came through.

(917) 460-5480 prove it

Bucky grew slightly irritated at the insinuation. Why couldn’t she take his word for it? He exhaled loudly through his nose.

(917) 308-3117 How?

A few moments passed before the device juddered in the palm of his large hand.

(917) 460-5480 selfie

Bucky blanched at the request. He could feel the color drain from his face, only to immediately heat with a blush. A selfie? That is the last thing he wanted to do.

Although he’d been exonerated for his crimes as The Winter Soldier, he still knew about the dislike people felt about him as a person, in general. They couldn’t get past the brainwashing or other persona. God knows he still struggled with it.

He couldn’t go broadcasting his face through texts to a stranger. What if she was one of those who didn’t understand he had no say in what he did or what happened to him under Hydra’s control?

What if he ignored the solicitation? He could do that. Maybe even turn off his phone.

She did seem the type to be very persistent until she got what she wanted.

True to form, another text rang through.

(917) 460-5480 i will keep texting until i see your manly face

One corner of his lips quirked higher. Yup, persistent.

He navigated to the camera app on his phone and switched it to selfie mode. He stared at the damp locks falling to his shoulders. His beard would require a trim soon, but it wasn’t scraggly. Luckily, he’d had the hindsight to shave his neckbeard in the shower earlier.

Was he considering this? Some girl says jump, and he asks how high?

He combed metal fingers through his hair, blowing out a breath.

(917) 460-5480 im waiting

Bucky growled at the text, running a hand over his face. “Okay, okay. Give me a second,” he said to his phone. He held it up to head height, half an arm’s length away.

Click!

He previewed the picture, assuring himself it didn’t reveal too much. It was, somehow, off-center, containing a bearded chin and half a smirked mouth, one nostril, and a half-lidded eye.

Before he could talk himself out of it, Bucky pulled the messaging app back up and then sent off the picture. He tossed the phone aside, not wanting to watch the taunting blinking dots as he waited for a reply.

The picture was barely recognizable, but someone like Steve or Nat could tell it was him. It would be okay. No one would know.

His phone vibrated violently near him on the bed. Bucky cautiously plucked the device up, debating whether he wanted to read her reply. What if it said, “Holy shit! You’re The Winter Soldier!”? The hope of this woman thinking he was just some regular guy knotted up his stomach. He didn’t know why he cared so much about whether this stranger thought he was The Soldier or not. He had no control over who believed the lies perpetrated as truth through the media. He could only wish for the best.

He blew out the breath he was holding in and eyed the phone’s screen.

(917) 460-5480 is it fair to say men shouldnt be allowed to have long eyelashes??

Bucky laughed and immediately thought of poor Steve.

(917) 308-3117 You should see my buddy’s. The girls swoon and complain at the same time.

He quickly added to the message thread:

(917) 308-3117 Am I correct to assume you believe I’m a man and not your sister?

The response was swift.

(917) 460-5480 oh shit ur not my sister

(917) 460-5480 this isnt 9173083447?

Bucky laughed again, the tension in his chest slowly unfurling.

(917) 308-3117 Unfortunately for you-- no.

(917) 460-5480 ugh im such an idiot sorry for the shit i said

(917) 308-3117 Don’t worry about it. I had a good laugh at your expense.

(917) 460-5480 oh god now i feel like a bigger ass

Bucky suddenly felt like backpedaling. He hadn’t meant for her to feel bad about her mistake. It was cute in a roundabout way.

(917) 308-3117 Please don’t be embarrassed. It was the highlight of my night.

(917) 460-5480 me forcing u to prove ur a man was the best part of ur night??

Bucky thought for a moment. Was it the best part? The training sessions had become monotonous lately, even with the new agents. The team hadn’t been on any missions in a few weeks, so it was pretty accurate to say he was bored around the compound.

(917) 308-3117 I suppose it was. Work’s been a little slow, and there’s only so much training you can do before it becomes tedious.

(917) 460-5480 training? r u in the military? ooh, r u an athlete??

A laugh bubbled up from his chest. It was comical to see her try to guess his profession. His selfie hadn’t announced who he was to her after all.

(917) 308-3117 Something like that.

(917) 460-5480 so mysterious! r u some assassin who needs to keep his identity secret? is that y ur selfie only showed a quarter of ur face??

He paled at the implication. Maybe she did know and was yanking his chain. How did he block numbers again?

Another text came through from the mystery woman:

(917) 460-5480 not that i mind u have a luscious mouth

Bucky guffawed at the comment as flames rose beneath the skin of his cheeks. He hadn’t remembered blushing this much in such a short amount of time in decades.

(917) 308-3117 How much have you had to drink tonight, doll?

(917) 460-5480 doll?? what r u my grandpa??

He chuckled again. God, he was old enough and then some.

(917) 460-5480 enough to not want to shoot my brains out but not enough to know this dinner isnt a party

(917) 308-3117 Maybe you should get back to your dinner? I don’t want to get you into trouble.

He regretted the text the second he pressed send. Was he trying to get rid of her? No. Or was he looking out for her? This person he knew nothing about. She was more entertaining than the recurring nightmare he’d been having for the last week, that's for sure. He'd cling to this unknown to avoid slipping into that black abyss.

(917) 460-5480 aww does the military-trained assassin athlete mchottie not want to talk with me anymore?? 🙁

(917) 308-3117 No!! I’m honestly concerned you’ll be reprimanded if you pay more attention to your phone than Timmons.

The last thing Bucky needed was to feel more guilt, especially if it was at the expense of someone’s livelihood. His shoulders were already heavy enough.

(917) 460-5480 thats sweet but dont worry ur pretty little head over me timmons wouldnt last a day w/o me

(917) 460-5480 timmons may be the boss but i run that office

He simpered at her swagger. He could only imagine what kind of office she worked in because, again, a total stranger. Did he want to get to know her more, or was this a one and done thing? Would she wake up tomorrow and want to continue the conversation or blow him off for the drunken mistake her first text had been?

Bucky stared at his phone for several more minutes, pondering precisely what he was doing and what his expectations of the night were. It’s not like he was going to meet her in person, right? Was he that delusional? He was an Avenger now. He didn’t get a social life. Not that he had one before but still.

He was startled from his reverie as the phone shook in his hand.

(917) 460-5480 did i scare you away??

(917) 308-3117 No. Just thinking about tomorrow.

(917) 460-5480 shit a military-trained assassin athlete mchottie must have a lot to prepare for mentally ill let u get ur rest

He smiled at the gesture. If only she knew.

(917) 308-3117 Send me a text when you get home. I want to make sure you arrived okay.

(917) 460-5480 such a gentleman! i don’t want to wake u if ur asleep tho

(917) 308-3117 I doubt I’ll be sleeping, but it’ll help ease my mind.

(917) 460-5480 alright ill shoot a text ttfn

(917) 308-3117 ttfn?

(917) 460-5480 ta ta for now god u r a grandpa

(917) 308-3117 Yeah, yeah

Bucky’s mouth split into yet, another grin as he set his phone down once again on the nightstand. He picked up his discarded book and found his place on the page. After a few minutes of re-reading the same paragraph over and over, he slipped the bookmark into the gutter of the book. His mind was too preoccupied with the thought of some random girl in the city at a boring work dinner. He realized he hadn’t stopped smiling since they temporarily said goodbye.

Maybe there was a good chance this conversation would carry into tomorrow.

CHAPTER TWO

[ofcowardiceandkings]

UH WHOA not only am i posting art but theres so much of it lmfao

ive been meaning to do this for mmmm a long time, and i decided to get it cleaned up so i can present folks with my homebrew/headcanon/thingy for the d&d playable races !! i know ive missed a few off but these are ones ive seen more of over all in my own travels in Nerd Game lol

ive only DMed one thing so far (our lost mines of phandelver adventure was a total blast but oh boy the shenanigans) but im like ... drowning in it all, have been for a loooonng time since i first played Neverwinter Nights when i was like 11, i just didnt have a party to mess with yet lmao (fingers crossed our schedules get sorted so the campaign goes ahead soooooonnn).. so ive been developing some of these various homebrewy headcanons for uh over half my life

getting them all together in one place like this was unbelievably fun !!

gonna yell under the cut for a bit about it more but very shortly i’ll be opening for d&d character / item / creature commissions so watch this space or pop me a message to get in a queue <3

these headcanon things are half based on “that looks cool” and Sciencing. a lot of the more humanoid in some way races ive really pulled on human ancestors a lot, as well as muscle development in different sports. And Animals, because ye

i haven’t included humans in this mammoth endeavour because we should all know what a Human People looks like, and their proportions aren’t any different in the world of D&D i run at least lol similarly, because they’re an exact intersection between humans & either elves or orcs, the half-species arent included on here either [shrugs] i WILL talk about them some here though !!

i might eventually update this with some npc generators ive made using my own descriptors and headcanons >.>

ELVES av height; 5′6 | heads-high; 8.5 generally long limbed, with fine wispy hair, elves senses are very heightened. helping in this, their eyes are almond-shaped with slightly narrow pupils, their large radar-like ears are very mobile, and the underside of their noses are covered in a lightly damp pitted leather. part of their ability to maintain grace with an elongated frame, aside from longer springy feet, is aided by a tail built somewhat like a horse, with a skirt of hair down its length, only with a slightly longer bone to it than would be seen in the typical pony. excepting a very light dusting on their lower limbs, they typically have very little body hair. sometimes their skin shimmers, or freckles sparkle.

GNOME av height; 3′6 | heads-high; 6.5  gnomes are almost like diminutive elves with a few key differences. their hair tends to be wild if left alone, but is often styled wildly anyway. set rather low on rounded but long faces, their large almond eyes are keen, and small hands very nimble. it’s not sure if its due to their close environments or frequent encounters with accidents in experiments, but their skulls are surprisingly hard, and they possess small horn nubs made of bone and coated in keratin. their small petal-shaped ears are set low and point outward, and are able to move a little to catch sound. they may look fragile due to their size and build but they are pretty hardy and more than capable.

HALFLING av height; 3′ | heads-high; 6 a very hardy but soft and welcoming folk, halflings are built for walking and surviving well, often coming from a semi-nomadic tradition. they typically have round faces with stronger jaws and soft round eyes, and their large ears are pointed upright. their figures easily get a little curved and chubby, especially when they have easy access to decent food, in preparation for harder times and the odd period of hunkering down for some downtime, say in poor weather. truly the most functional part of a halfling is their short powerful legs with big fairly flexible hard feet, and lion-like tail for balance, both insulated by hair.

DWARF av height; 4′3 | heads-high; 6.5 dwarves are accustomed to life in tougher terrain, typically with large parts spent in the ground. their broad frames are also squat down with thick short limbs, for huge power and for life in tunnels. wide feet keep them steady and sensitive to significant seismic energy in the earth, and wide hands aid in their work and the feel of the rock. their large round ears stick outward and are slightly mobile, large noses help condition the air, and high-set eyes with huge irises aid their vision in darker spaces and the ability to peek over things without being fully exposed. their skulls are also very thick just in case of falling rocks. all dwarves are very hairy and grow beards, taking pride in keeping and styling it.

GOLIATH av height; 7′6 | heads-high; 10 a totally different variety of rock & mountain people to dwarves, they do share a few traits. a goliath’s thick limbs are long with a big reach and huge stride, with big hands and feet for steady movement. as well as being hugely tall, they are broad, especially in their shoulders, with a long neck elevating their head further. their facial features tend to be very sharp, but long. they have little to no body hair, and they often dont grow head hair either, but decorate their skulls with tattoos. as they get older, the upper surfaces of their body develop pebble like growths under the skin, often in similar patterns to their habitats.

FIRBOLG av height; 7′6 | heads high; 9 firbolg typically live in deep forests but are actually a giantkin - although not too unbelievable given their huge height and thick build. large parts of their body are hairy, nearly furry, and their head hair is thick and wild, and they often have facial hair too. their large heads have long thick noses with an almost bovine leather to their top lips, and wide set eyes. their fluffy ears are very mobile, but when relaxed they drop and point downward. their nails are thick and sturdy, aiding in being even more dexterous while being so big. sometimes they are covered in layers of clothing, but they possess a tiny goat-like tail.

DRAGONBORN av height; 6′6 | heads-high; 8 dragonborns diverged from true dragons in the ancient past, likely due to a strong magical influence of some kind, but not so long ago that the bloodlines of dragons are absent from the race of dragonborn. (the illustration shows the typical head-shape and placement of ears, each bloodline has its own features). their chest is still very round like an animal, with deep chest muscles, a slightly less mobile shoulder, and short upper arm. their 4 clawed hands and feet somewhat resemble that of a true dragon, but smaller and a little less dangerous. the length of a dragonborn’s tail can vary from just the length from hips to floor, or up to their full height, and as well as being very useful for balance and dexterity, can be used for fighting. different bloodlines can interbreed, with it being a matter of chance which line is present in offspring (although metallic is more dominant over gemstone, and chromatic over both ... (ah yeah gemstone, ill get to that soon))

AARAKOCRA av height; 5′ | heads-high; 8.5 as an avian species, especially one capable of flight, the aarakocra’s bones are hollow, making them on the one hand very agile but a little fragile. their large wingspan nearly brushes the floor, and their wings attach high on their back, through to a deep avian keel. their arms have a long forearm, which is covered in bird-like scutes, and their 4 clawed hands are still remarkably talon like which quite short palms and very mobile thumbs. their legs are very long and powerful, and backed by a typically wedge shaped tail. more often than not, their physical appearance takes after raptor species of birds, but different populations can trend towards many different appearances, including parrots and waterfowl.

TABAXI av height; 6′6 | heads-high; 9 tabaxi are an unusual sight in many places still. their cat-like bodies are very flexible and suited to their athletic climbing lifestyle. their long hands and feet have very a powerful grip, and they can retract their front claws. their long feline face is something like a cheetah or a clouded-leopard, with large highly mobile ears, large eyes and a strong nose. 

ORC

av height; 6′6 | heads-high; 8

orcs are very powerfully build, with heavy muscles and thick bodies overall. compared to other humanoids they can look a little gorilla-like. their short legs are usually a little bent to carry weight better instead of busting knees when locked. their course wiry hair grows profusely all over their body. their strong nails often grow out a little pointed. their large thick heads have high heavy brows and protruding lower jaws, short round noses and low bud-shaped ears which stick outward. the lower jaw and sometimes upper contain tusks, sometimes multiple tusks, which are greatly cared for and very impressive.

HALF-ELVES av height; 5′6 | heads-high; 8.25 a half-elf’s build will be somewhere between human and elf, often inheriting something of an elf’s eyes and nose leather, shorter elf ears, and maybe a small tufted tail something like a rabbits

HALF-ORCS av height; 6′ | heads-high; 8 a half-orc’s build will be somewhere between human and elf, often inheriting something of an orc’s skin colour and dark and profuse wiry hair, shorter orc ears, and some small tusks.

GOBLIN av height; 4′ (stood straight) | heads high; 5.5 bat/cat-like ears, nose something like bear/cat, domed head, arms/legs same length, sparse wiry hair, claws, short digits, lithe but very strong and hardy

HOBGOBLIN av height; 5′3 (stood straight) | heads high; 8 bat/cat-like ears but pinched at the base, nose something like bear/cat, very domed head, arms slightly longer than legs, claws, sparse wiry hair, quite broad

BUGBEAR av height; 7′ (stood straight) | heads high; 7.5 bat-like ears, long domed head something like a lion/bear, arms very long, nearly totally covered in thick fur, big tusks and often fangs, very bear-like hands/feet, big claws, very broad

TRITON av height; 5′2 | heads high; 7.5 lithe but well muscled, quite streamlined for a humanoid, frilled ears, pretty flat face, fins on limbs/back, “hair” is tendrils/fins/etc, short strong legs & long arms, long webbed fingers, long flipper feet, gills along front/side of chest

YUAN-TI PUREBLOOD av height; 5′9 | heads high; 9 domed angular faces, lips are not humanoid, triangular eyes, scales, quite flat nostrils with sense pits following along underside cheekbones, very little cartilage in ear, some may have cobra hoods extending out of ear instead, very tall and thin with small hands/feet, reptilian claws

CENTAUR av height; 7′ | heads high; 10 fairly stocky pony body (usually about 4′10 at withers), very muscled front end, long neck & sloping human-shoulders, long faces with long broad noses, prominent lips, horse-like ears sticking up and out, their whole scalp can grow hair but shaved sides are common, can grow hair nearly all down human-spine

KOBOLD av height; 2′6 | heads high; 5.5 almost alligator-like head & eyes, tiny nub horns, quite animal-like chest, arms/legs same length, thick stubby tail same length of body, 4 digits with stubby claws, lithe but strong for their tiny size

KENKU av height; 4′ | heads high; 5.5 corvid features, deep chest but no keel, longer arms than legs, 4 digits with talons, hands human-like but scaled, wedge-like tail half of leg height, not-quite fully bird feet.

LIZARDFOLK av height; 6′6 | heads high; 7 iguana-like, egg-shaped head, neck wattle, line of back spines varies in height, long arms and legs, very reptilian hands and feet with long claws, elbow spikes

GRUNG av height; 3′ | heads high; 6.5 large heads, neck leads nearly directly into torso, super flexible, very long limbs, triangular body, short upper arm, shorter thigh, large hands/feet, 4 digits

LOXODON av height; 7′6 | heads high; 5.5 large head, trunk as long as torso, short legs / long arms, huge bones under thick muscle, thick skin, 4 digits with thick nails, large hands / rounded cushioned feet, v e r y broad and thick build, small tail with tuft at the end, 

TORTLE av height; 7′6 | heads-high; 7 thick wrinkled skin encased in huge shell, stooping posture with neck extending forward, very long arms & short legs, 5 digits with reptilian claws, boxy head, heart shaped from above with features set far forward, tail to balance stoop

MINOTAUR av height; 7′ | heads-high; 9 powerful build with thick bones, typically well muscled, bovine head on thick neck, often very large horns, fairly long tufted tail, big hooved feet, broad 4 digit hands with thick nails, hair length varies

PLANE THINGS ???

listen this was a lot easier in the edition i first encountered lol anyway, until anything else comes up in extra material im just applying a few square & rectangle venn diagram rules

a useful word; planetouched. i dont really know why WotC seems to have dropped that term for at least 5e (i missed 4e entirely) but it refers to a “mortal native outsider” with lineage or influence from a plane other than the material, so “a material plane native creature with non-native plane influence, which can die”

GENASI height depends on material plane parent the result of a material plane / elemental pair (usually genies). they usually take after their material parent in build and broader features, but their elemental heritage comes through in features like magical hair, bright coloured eyes, unusual body temperatures, innate magics, etc.  genasi can interbreed with themselves, and the crossing of two elements can produce some interesting results (im working on that :>)

TIEFLINGS height depends on material plane parents this is the first of the squares & rectangles, and tbh its basically canonical. a tiefling is the result of a material plane humanoid being born with fiendish* influence. the word ‘tiefling’ refers specifically to a human with fiendish influence, but is also an umbrella term for ALL fiendish planetouched creatures. these DO have some names mentioned in the play material ! fey’ri = elves, tanarukk = orcs, wisplings = halflings, maeluth = dwarves, etc. so all fiendish planetouched are tieflings, but not all tieflings are human-based. the fiendish influence can be dormant for years or just string along for decades. AnyWay, all of them have horns, most have tails, odd skin or eye colour, and others can have all sorts of extraplanar features. *(fiends are another venn diagram thing in D&D, its an umbrella term for both demons and devils) 

AASIMAR height depends on material plane parents aaand this is the second of the squares & rectangles, the not-strictly-canon one. okay duplicate what i said about tieflings, but make it about celestials not fiends, basically lmao. aasimar is an umbrella term, but also a human/celestial planetouched specifically! unlike the above, since its my homebrew concept i dont have other words specifically for other races’ celestial planetouched, but i’ll get there watch this space lol EnyHoo, they all tend to have a strange glow about them in general, but usually in their eyes, and maybe hair especially. it isnt uncommon for them to have a kind of halo around themselves, or glowing glyphs/runes/sigils on or around them either. while MOST dont have full wings, a dusting of feathers isnt unusual. the features of celestials can vary a lot more. for example, unicorns and leonals are actually celestials!

aaand the slightly odd-ball;

WARFORGED height depends on build purpose these are an interesting case, as warforged are actually constructs, brought into this world by the fusing of organic muscle (like wood or leathery material) to an inorganic shell (like stone or metal), imbuing a life-giving fluid of some sort to act like blood, and bringing life to it by a powerful ritual - a unique glyph etched into their heads. as their name suggests they are usually created to become soldiers, or other army positions, although they could be suited to other purposes. unlike most constructs, they are fully self-aware and have a mind on par with humans. they do not need sleep (but require rest) and they also do not naturally reproduce. if they live longer than their purpose, then they are turned loose to deal with the world as they wish. as they are MADE they can vary greatly depending on who made them, and for what exact purpose - although they tend to have beak-like mouths, and 3 digit hands and 2 toed feet.

AV. HEIGHT CHART FROM LEFT TO RIGHT !!! human - elf - dwarf - gnome - halfling - orc - goliath - firbolg - dragonborn - aarakocra - tabaxi - kenku - hobgoblin - bugbear - yuanti - triton - kobold - grung - lizardfolk - tortle - centaur - minotaur - loxodon

oooboy that was a lot of waffle :L

[survivorkyoshi]

Cast Reveal - Daofei Tribe

[ID: a gif of Sokka and Suki from Avatar: The Last Airbender. The camera pans down Sokka’s outfit, the Kyoshi Warrior armor in green, before panning out to reveal both characters. Sokka is on the left and Suki is on the right. She is wearing the same armor. Another character, Aang, walks behind them briefly. In center of the gif, there is capitalized black text with a white shadow that reads “Cast Reveal.” End ID]

[Image description: Toph, 18, he/him. Toph’s character is Iroh, who wears green Earth Kingdom robes. He is an old man with long gray hair and a gray beard. The top of his head is bald. He is looking straight ahead with a gentle smile and is holding a cup of tea.]

[Video ID: Toph’s intro video. He is a young man with short curly brown hair that hangs in his face. He is wearing a dark hoodie. He is shown from the chest upwards, talking into the camera. 26 seconds in, he gestures to a group of four fish tanks behind him. End ID]

[Image description: Ellie, 15, they/them. Ellie’s character is Sokka who wears Water Tribe blue colors. He has brown skin and brown hair pulled back into a pony tail and the sides of his head are shaved. He has a white choker and a blue tunic. He is shown from the shoulders up and is looking slightly to the left with his left eyebrow raised in an unamused expression. End ID]

Intro:

Hey y’all! My name is Ellie and I’m a sophomore in high school, I’m really excited to be able to play with everyone! I do band, theatre, and debate, I’m really excited to be able to get to know y’all :))

[Image description: Jessica, 22, she/her. Jessica’s character is Katara, who wears Water Tribe blue. She is shown from the shoulders up and is wearing a winter coat with a blue vest, white sleeves, and a white fur hood. She has brown skin and hair. Her hair is pulled back behind her and two portions of it are sections into “loops” that frame her face. She is looking to the right with a kind smile. End ID]

Intro:

Hiiii my name is Jessica. I’m 22  and I live in Canada. I’m in college right now. I enjoy being outside, playing rugby, watching basketball, being active. I love reality tv of any kind.  I’m  most known for being very random, and.. ✨dramatic ✨

[Image description: Moth, 16, she/her. Moth’s character is Ty Lee, who wears pink clothing. She has on a light pink top with a darker pink collar and pink wrist wraps that batch the collar. She has light skin and brown hair. Her hair is pulled into a high braided ponytail and shorter portions frame her face. She is shown from the chest up and is holding her hands in front of her in firsts. She is looking downwards with a surprised expression. End ID]

Intro:

[Video ID: Moth’s intro video. She is a teenage girl with shoulder-length magenta hair and bangs that are brushed to the side. She has a red t-shirt that has the Flash logo (a white circle with a yellow lightning bolt through it) in the center. She is holding her phone and looking into the phone’s camera as she speaks. End ID]

[Image description: Brayden, 16, he/him. Brayden’s character is Suki who is wearing Earth Kingdom green. She is wearing “Kyoshi Warrior” armor, which has a gray chest piece and a green undershirt. She has short brown hair and a golden headdress with a triangle that has a small square and two criss-crossing bars on top of it.  Two gold tassels hang down from her headdress. Her face is painted sheet-white and she has red eyeshadow and lipstick and black eyeliner, to mimic Avatar Kyoshi’s makeup. She is shown from the waist up with her hands on her hips. She looks to the left with a smirk. End ID]

Intro:

Hi! My name is Brayden, and I am from Dallas, Texas! I love music, sewing, and having fun! Avatar and Survivor are two of my favorite things right now and I’m excited to mix those two loves and get into the game!

[Image description: John, 35, he/him. John character is Bumi, who wears Earth Kingdom green. He is shown from the chest up and has green robes. He has white hair that sticks out on the sides of his head and a white beard on his chin that also looks erratic. He has a crown on his head that is a green and yellow cap with white horns on top. He is looking to the left with a kooky expression. End ID]

Intro:

Hi everyone! I am a 35 year old paraprofessional from Massachusetts working with special needs middle schoolers. I love to watch survivor among other competition shows. My wife may pop in and out of calls when I am on so be sure to say hi to Meaghan if you see her on!

[Image description: Leanne, 25, she/her. Leanne’s character is Bolin, a young main in a greenish gray Earth Kingdom tunic and a dark green belt. His sleeved are rolled up to his elbows. He has short black hair that swoops upwards to the left. He is shown from the waist up, with one hand on his hip and is flexing the other arm. He is looking to the left and smiling. End ID]

Intro:

hello all. I’m a 25 year old living in Minnesota who loves music and sings too much... in a choir, in the shower, anywhere that’s appropriate, and that isn’t! I love reality TV, especially survivor as you might’ve guessed. Looking forward to meeting you all.

[Image description: Julia, 17, she/her. Julia’s character is Suyin, who wears Earth Kingdom green. She is shown from the shoulders up and has a green shirt with a darker green piece on her shoulder that flares out. She has a large silver necklace as well as a silver chain with a green gem across her forehead. She has wavy short gray hair that is longer on her right side. She is looking forward with a slight smile. End ID].

Hello! For those of you who don’t know me, first off I’d like to say you’re missing out, and second off my name is Julia and I’m a high school senior. Im one of the most sarcastic and pessimistic people you’ll ever meet, while simultaneously being the biggest ball of energy out there. I like to describe my play style as a very new school game that’s hallmarks are being dynamic and being chaotic. I’m really excited to be a part of this season!

[arthurmorganthings]

Surgeon and the Scientist.

Pairing: Javier x Painter!Femreader

Summary: “But don't trust the surgeon with your heart, She's drunk and sips from poison cups, and don't you trust the scientist, He says "life-is-like-a-wineglass" as he spills his drink like secrets all across your dress.”

Explicit Content: +18

Hands stained with tertiary colors and the soft bristles of your brush, you practiced realism with the help of Flat Iron Lake, Clemens Point offered you peace when you weren’t off doing chores for Miss Grimmshaw. Your tent filled with journals of rough sketches with studies you’d find upon each travel. The study of outlaws napping aimlessly in saloons, working girls reeling in potential clients—your favorite person of interest to draw was him.

Javier Escuella. His soft features enthralled you, when he played his guitar with such passion, beckoned you. Though you’d been riding with the Van Der Linde boys for quite some time, you hadn’t said much to him. Occasional hellos, and small talk perhaps—but a full fledged conversation? Never sparked. You craved interaction so bad, you started to think perhaps you weren’t his type after all.

You knew the type of man he was, the men he surrounds himself with. There were times he wouldn’t come back until the crack of dawn—Javier laid with women. Charming them with his native tongue, into the soft sheets he’d lay his head on.

Jealousy found you quickly, gripping the brush tightly as you paint the undertones of the sky. Perhaps it was a silly dream of yours, but someday you’d be a world renowned painter, with suitors from every continent feigning to see your beautiful art.

A girl could dream. But until that time, you’d continue to paint until your hands grow brittle, and weak. You sensed a body hover behind you, “What chu’ paintin’ there?”

Oh. It was Arthur. You pivot with your back foot as your hand still gripped at your brush, your easel wobbles. “Hello. Nothing too important, just figured I had some free time, so here I am.”

He chuckles, rubbing freshly trimmed beard. “You kiddin’ me? It’s beautiful—err, it’s like a picture.”

He always had such a way with words, or none at all. His quirkiness was apart of his cowboy charm. You laugh wholeheartedly. “Thanks. I suppose.”

“You got time to spare?”

You blink. “I mean I-“

“Have a drink with me.”

His forwardness came as a surprise, one drink wouldn’t hurt anyone, would it?

“I should put my easel away then.” You respond softly but Arthur beats you to it. Kentucky Burbon in his hand, you assume is from his Satchel. Handing it to you, you hesitantly take the liquor. The sharp smell of whiskey in filled your nostrils as you winced before taking a swig.

The taste was—well, repulsive to say the least as you return Arthur his bottle. “I can never get used to Burbon.”

He laughs, before taking his swig. “You and I both.”

You continue talk of the old days, when the gang was set on helping folk and less on the idyllic greed for money—it seems when Micah joined, was when the root of all the gang’s problems arised.

Two shots of bourbon became three, then four, then the whole bottle.

Throughout the day, you and Arthur tell tales of drunken banter such as today. It was wholesome. He’s like a big brother figure, you wished to spend quality time with but knew his role within the gang.

Arthur was their support, Hosea was the anchor.

Nightfall crept as the two of you sat near the campfire, the fire cackles as you hug your knees—thoughts of him flooding your mind. Javier had yet to return from his Homestead job with Sean, unless he was pent up in some hotel inside of a whore, they’d camped out somewhere—your cheeks flush at the thought of him doing things unimaginable.

Arthur senses your unease. “You okay kid?”

Your head perks up, staring into his. “It’s nothing.” Your words slur, dejectedly. “I’m just conflicte—Javie—shit, Arthur.”

He sees what’s going on now. “You like ‘im.” He states.

You wanted to slap yourself for setting yourself up for inevitable teasing, but you frown instead. “He doesn’t like me. I’m plain-looking, Javier likes exotic women, and I—well, I’m, me.”

Tears on the brim of coming out as Arthur sighs, “You must be a fool to sell yourself short. Javier is an even bigger fool.”

Before you can argue with him, the faint sounds of horseshoes grazing the mulch of the woods could be heard. Lenny, who was on watch calls, “Took y’all long enough to get back.” It was him.

Your heart dropped to your stomach as Javier hitched his horse. Arthur pats your shoulder reassuringly, “Remember what was said.” As he shuffles to his tent. Javier writes his name in the ledger before placing the undisclosed amount in he camp’s donation box. You felt like a lamb, watching as its prey nears closer.

Removing his clunky boots, Javier grabs his guitar from his tent before shuffling towards the campfire. He was surprised to still see you up, as most of the gang was either asleep or in town. You placed your chin onto your knees as your arms hugged the shins. Javier sits himself next you with his guitar.

A tense beat of silence ensued, almost awkward, but Javier had the first say, “You’re never up this late.”

“You aren’t ever at camp to begin with.” Thank god for the alcohol to enable your bold behavior. You would have never said something like this if you were in a sober state of mind. Javier sniggers, tuning his guitar. You took the time to observe how his fine fingers caress his guitar so smoothly. God, If only he’d do the same to you.

“Yeah well, duty calls my love.”

My love.

You suddenly felt a warm pool at your core. Javier was a man of many skills so it would seem. He strummed beautifully, the tunes releasing from his acoustic. He paused, glancing at you, causing you to look away smoothly before he could notice.

“How’s your painting coming along?” He inquired.

“It’s coming along well,” you respond sheeplishly. “I didn’t think you noticed.”

Javier quirked an eyebrow, shaking his head. “I observed everything. “The drawings, how you stick your tongue out when you’re focused on the details of your paintings, how you look at me.” Your thighs squeezed together from underneath your skirt, Javier was no fool to know what he does to her.

He could never be with her, she was too good for him. But he’ll make her feel things she’s never felt before. Closing the distance from where he sat, wrapping his arm around you, Javier says,“I know that you’re mad at the man that I am, the life I lead.”

“I never said I was Javier. It’s just—I feel like a ghost to you, but I’m no fool to know that you sleep with women. And for the longest time ever, I asked myself—why couldn’t I be the one you have your way with?”

The alcohol was definitely taking its toll, what a story will this be in the morning. Javier’s expression was masked underneath his hat, but responds nontheless.

“Because I respect you too much to.”

You blinked, perplexed. “Javier, sleeping with said person shouldn’t equate the amount of respect you give someone. Dutch has his fair share of women but you hold him to such a high level.

“You shouldn’t speak on things you don’t know girl, it’s incessant.” He mumbles, throwing mini twigs he toyed with on the ground, into the fire.

“But I know, Javier.” You pause. “I know your type, I know you. Even if I’m invisible sometimes.”

You weren’t going to wait for his response, you simply removed yourself from his grasp, shuffling to your tent, near the lake. You opted for more privacy. It was larger than most, filled with old pieces and sketches scattered across the floor. Suddenly the flaps of your tent opened, causing your head to perk near the entrance. It was hard to see during the night but knew who it was.

Closing the flaps, Javier grabbed you by the neck softly. “You think you’re invisible to me?” He questions, his voice not the same from the fire, it was husky and deep. The callouses toying up and down your arm now filled with goosebumps.

“You would rather want me to fuck you like a whore instead? On your back like some working girl?”

Your innocent eyes widened at his crass language, the shift of character only turned you on more when his chest was against yours. Javier was short, but you was shorter by a few inches. His lips found the shell of your lobe.

“Come on. I want you to say it.”

“I, want you.”

He tightens his grip, illiciting a moan. You knew what he wanted you to say. Your soft fingers pressing at his hand. “I want you, to fuck me, like a whore.”

He chuckles. “On your knees then.”

You place yourself in front of him, knees kissing the ground you walked on as he unzips the seams. Your face flushed once graced with Javier’s girth—larger than you’d expect.

It’d be foolish to say he wasn’t a man that was well-endowed. His unconscious incompetence at times was rather amusing when observing him around camp. But when it came to laying with a man you’d yearned for.

This was completely different.

“Come on girl. His hand gripped at your cheeks, as he forced you to look up at him from your compromising position. “We don’t have all night.”

You waste no time taking his length into your mouth while staring up at him doe-eyed. The taste of precum ensued. Watching him groan before you brought a warmness to your stomach before staining your bloomers with an embarrassing amount of essence sure to show once they were removed. Nothing at this point in time mattered as you took him in some more. His pelvis thrusted forward as he gripped your locks of hair, forcing his cock down your throat—the movements followed continuously as you gagged.

Your eyes watered, saliva stained the sides of your cheek as he removed himself from your mouth to avoid from cumming. Javier did not want to miss his chance of getting to be inside of you. He growled, “Take these off.”

You followed suit, removing your plain blouse and skirt, followed by your chemise and bloomers. He pushes your onto the cart, on all fours. His thumb grazing your wet cunt with content upon touch.

You gasp, pulling at your lips softly as he rubs in circles.

“I’m gonna need you to keep quiet, princess.”

Your heart fluttered at the pet name as you nod, taking that as a confirmation. Once lined at your cunt, Javier sucks in a breath, the tightness of her walls would make any man groan in pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so good around me.”

You grip at the edge of the cot tightly, biting your lip, you wiggle your way further into his cock. He watches as it disappears and reappear again—it takes a lot out of him not to grab at your hips and fuck you. The squelching sound of your wet heap wasn’t making it any better either. It was embarrassingly loud it wouldn’t be a surprise if anyone from camp could hear the sounds of coitus.

Covering your mouth with your hands as Javier speeds up his pace by grinding his hips agains your back side, it grew difficult to stay quiet. How, when you wanted to let the world know the man of your dreams was fucking you with raw, unadulterated passion? The tiny squeals, and pants could only be heard by said lover as he lets out ragged breaths.

He whispered in your ear, “How bad do you want to cum?”

So goddamn bad. The precipice was near as you knit your brows together and nod in your mouth. Fearing the sounds that could come out of you removed them. He thrusts harder, his grunts increasing in volume while he pistons into your cunt—your face flushed, squealing into your palms while your body seeps into the cot.

“I said, how bad do you want to come?”

He wanted you to answer, in such a compromising position like this. You remove your hands briefly before replying, “So bad.” Your voice higher than last time as he grunts.

“Where do you want it?”

God if he was making her choose, she’d easily say inside. Despite what that may cause in the inevitable future.

“Anywhere, haaa.” She moans loudly, abosoloutly careless of her shameless inhibitions. Javier clasps his fingers across her mouth, digging at the cheeks—sighs of his own orgasm ensuing. His thrusts grew slopper, his jaw tightened with ragged breaths. Your walls convulsed before seeing white.

Eyes fluttering closed, mouth in a silent gasp as Javier’s seed fills your womb. You fall limp onto your cot before the overstimulating feeling of Javier remove himself from inside of you before adjusting himself back in his pantsuit.

A beat of silence followed, the only sound heard was the ragged breaths of both lovers. Feeling of realization hits you.

“Shit.” You curse. “I forgot, my canvas by the board walk. My paints are probably all dried out by now.”

“I’ll go get it for you. You get some rest.” Javier replies as he leaves for your tent. You call out to him before he does, causing him to turn around.

“Can we do this again?”

He smirks before pondering. “You know, my mom once said, don't trust the surgeon with your heart, She's drunk and sips from poison cups. And don't you trust the scientist, He says "life-is-like-a-wineglass" as he spills his drink like secrets all across your dress.”

You furrow your eyebrow, “The Surgeon? Javier what does this even m—“

“In due time, you’ll know.”

Upon his exit from the Tent, you lay back down onto your cot with a quilt covering your indecency, the line still engrained in your heart.

The surgeon, and the Scientist.

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BTW THE SURGEON AND THE SCIENTIST IS MY FAVORITE LA DISPUTE SONG <3 FOR @famderlinde @jungle @mollyohshea 💗

[hotheadhero]

Huntsman’s Dragon, Preamble

This is the preamble to a focused starter (link here). It opens with a flashback that doesn't adequately allude to the full thing, so I would encourage viewers to read this fully... buuut it IS roughly 2000+ words in length, so it's understandable/I can't force otherwise if you don't read it.

Prologue

He remembers lazuli eyes staring brightly down at him o’er golden belly and golden wings, long whiplike tail swishing teasingly just out of reach. He remembers swiping for it, jumping, leaping, chasing; but always even the smallest of tide-polished scales darts further away than his stubby hands can grasp. He remembers huffing and dropping his rump on russet autumn leaves, furious that he has failed even so simple a task. It’s just like catching lizards and crawdads, he thinks! What could possibly be so hard about it?

(The answer, of course, is that neither are as deft in the air as his current prey. Neither of them are dragons.)

“This sucks!” he cries petulantly into the woods. “You can fly and I can’t! How is that even fair?! Can’t I play with you, even just a little…?”

He doesn’t expect anyone will hear him this far from the village, least of all the dragon; yet lo and behold, it alights and approaches him slowly, eyes wary, wings tucked, ears flattened against its horns, spines raised like hackles on a cat. ‘Strange,’ he thinks; ‘Didn’t Father tell me scared things never come close?’ But the greater part of him is enraptured, amazed that a little king of the skies might actually have listened to him when even Julian would not. (He should have been frightened, for even on all fours, its shoulders are still level with his chest; both its tail and wings could knock him flat in one sweep.) Round-eyed, he reaches out with a stubby hand. The dragon looks like it could eat him for breakfast, yet it cringes away from his fingers. Forked tongue flicks out to graze their tips—pulse racing, Caspar holds still. Very still.

He is certain the dragon can feel his heartbeat in the still autumn air.

It doesn’t move from tongue-licking distance. Slowly, he uncurls his fingers, rests them on the dragon’s snout. It flinches back with a startled chirp—Caspar flinches and gasps in turn. They stare at each other for several long moments, round sky-blue eyes meeting slitted lazuli.

A leathery tongue brushes fragile skin once more. Then the rest of the dragon comes, scaled head gliding smoothly ‘neath callused fingers.

The boy resists an urge to whoop out loud—doing so will surely frighten his new friend away. Instead, he simply watches the little dragon nuzzling him; then, slowly, he begins to wiggle his fingers to and fro atop its head. Those tide-polished scales feel so much more divine than they look, like silk and plate combined. It twitches under his motions, but relaxes almost as quickly. Unblinking lazuli eyes stare up at him. Are they perhaps as curious as his own? Whatever the reason, it doesn’t run away from him. Maybe, just maybe, it likes him.

You know what? He likes it too.

“I think I’ll call you Linny,” he says softly. He’s kinda proud of that name–it looks like a lindworm, all long and snakelike, and it’s cute besides! By now he’s finished stroking its nose and moved up towards the short ridges over its eyes. It chirps at him in response, and he smiles. “I bet we’re going to be good friends, Linny…”

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Thread Start

“Oi, didja hear aboot the dragon a’ Oghma Moontens?”

“‘ow could I not? Made off with me neighbor’s best cows just a moon ago, and me neighbor’s babe too. Poor lass still squalls at night, wouldn’t ya knew.”

Definitely the right village, he notes as he hitches Ulric’s reins to a stable pole beside the pub. Daevin had been a sprawling place on the regional maps, but now several of the distant buildings were wrecked clear down to the foundation. The dragon must have attacked this place recently for folks to be talking about it so openly—perhaps it had even attacked only once, if they had not learned its attack patterns well enough to hide. He’d ridden almost a fortnight from Enbarr to get here, ever since Gilead summoned him back from Arundel to update him on his current mission. “I’ve reports of a demon loose in the Oghma Mountains,” he’d told him, “ransacking towns, stealing the villagers’ valuables, and attacking the weak and foolhardy besides. My scouts confirm it’s a dragon, black-scaled, size fit to block out the sun. We don’t know where it came from, but it’s not part of the Grand Council, so it falls to us now to take it down. Be sure to wear your best gear. Failure is not permitted.”

Yeah, yeah, Caspar snipes at his internal Gilead-voice. For however much his father enjoys parading about in armor in the capital, all it’s ever done for him while traveling is earn him wary looks and wide berths, even when he’s doing nothing more dangerous than stabling his horse. He knows how they think: Even lone armed men coming into an otherwise peaceful town almost never bodes well. But even after years on the job, the way the villagers’ tongues still as they finally register the stranger in their midst still injures him. He’s not some creepy mage come for their scalps—heck, he’s even in plainclothes this time. At least, as plain as he is comfortable with.

Padded chestnut gambeson rustles as he straightens up from Ulric’s flank (he did bring his plate, as instructed, but it’s safely tucked inside two of the young destrier’s saddlebags) and takes a step towards the villagers. There are three of them talking. The youngest-looking one shrinks back as he approaches; Caspar gives them a smile and holds up his hands in placation. (He’s long since learned the value of his smile in distracting from the battle axe and other weaponry he carries.) “Easy, guys; I’m just here for a bit of information,” he says. An innocent tilt of his head. “Heard there was a dragon in these parts. Anyone I can talk to, to learn more?”

The bearded salt-and-pepper man relaxes before his companions, nods at the tavern just behind before tilting his head up. “Ye can talk ta me. I’m Mayor Borjondy. Run the pub jus’ behind ye. Ye from the capital, lad?” he asks. “Come ta slay it fer us?”

“That’s right!” His grin doesn’t falter as he steps forth with an open hand. “Caspar von Bergliez,” he introduces; “part of the Spectrum Imperial Guard. This isn’t my first go-around; rest assured.”

Borjondy nods as he takes Caspar’s hand in his burly, weather-beaten one. “Aye, thought so. Ye sound like a city boy, though me ears tell me you come from the east.” He completes the handshake and then drops his hand, expression pensive. “Been here all me life, I ‘ave, save fer me travelin’ days. We’s a simple folk, spend ‘ar days huntin’ an’ minin’. Don’t wan’ any trouble, unda’stand, but it would seem that trouble’s foond us.”

“Killed me wife an’ brother, it did!” the youngest man interjects. “Woulda killed me too if I ‘ad’nt run!”

Weren’t things like this what the Interspecies Accord was meant to prevent? A moment’s anger shoots through him that a dragon could violate the Accord so callously, but Caspar forces himself to remain calm. “Saving others like them is exactly what I’m here for,” he says, reaching out towards the man’s shoulder by way of reassurance. But the (hopefully) soothing touch does little to soften his glare. “Sounds like you’ve seen the beast, then,” he observes. “What did it look like? Can you remember?”

His question only causes the man to shake harder. “B- Black…” he stammers. “An’ ‘uge! Got paws like oxen, an’ wings kin block the sun! Oh, my poor Greta…”

The grief in his face mirrors in Borjondy’s as he steps closer to calm him down. “It’s killed some a’ my men when they was out huntin’,” he explains; “even tracked ‘em back here an’ wrecked ‘eir homes. ‘twere a livelier place, once, but now all ‘at’s left are the old ones and babes, an’ whoever’s brave enough ta stay an’ protect ‘em. But—it’s not a Hevring beast; that much I kin tell ya fer sure.”

“Not a Hevring drake?” Caspar is vexed. “How do you know that? Aren’t they the only dragons living in these parts?”

“Aye, ye’d think so, but this one’s black as pitch, not green like they say the Hevrings are. Come from the northlands, it did, though me lads here say it’s holed up in the eastern moontens now.”

“Those fookin’ Hevrings…”

All eyes turn to the third villager who until this moment has not said a word.

Heedless of (or perhaps relishing in) the attention he has drawn, the interloper prattles on. “Some a’ the womenfolk say them Hevrings’ll come an’ save us from it, but it seems to me they value their own an’ their kin’s scaly hides more ‘an any ‘coexistence’ they blather on aboot in the capital. Council a’ Seven, me arse,” he mutters viciously. “I bet it’s a council a’ four with three dragon fookers instead.”

Caspar bites back his rising retort. How dare this man lump his father in with the likes of Vestra and Gerth? But arguing will get him nowhere, and there’s still more he needs to know. “Where can I find it?” he asks. “Any known weaknesses?”

“Most times the beast stays close to the moontens, but not the mines. Ye’ll prob’ly find it if ye travel nor’east a’ them, towards Faerghus. Make sure you git ‘im good for me, lad,” the middle villager blurts then, seizing Caspar’s arm with a sudden fervor. “Ain’t no way we kin rely on them scaly twats if this is the sorta shite they pull.”

Borjondy nods sagely. “Agreed.” Then he looks directly at Caspar. “Call me old all ya like, but I kint help but feel as if this is an omen of some sort. Keep yer wits aboot’cha, lad. Somethin’ tells me the Council could fracture over all’a this in the future.”

Fracture? Last he’d heard, there was no evidence of discontent between either human or dragon halves of the Council of Seven. Then again, things were always strange when dragons were involved, so the young huntsman forgoes comment and dips his head in an informal but appreciative bow. “Thanks, mayor,” he says. “I’ll have its head before long—you have my word.”

He would simply have to ask Gilead about all this later.

---

The village of Remire is unsettlingly quiet as he rides into town, and it does nothing for the mounting disquiet of his mind. Only the furtive peek of eyes from behind the tavern window alerts him to the presence of any living souls in the area; and even then, it disappears almost quick enough to be imagined. Perhaps they’re all terrified of the dragon living nearby? Pondering it does not make his odds seem any more favorable.

For all his bravado back in Daevin, he isn’t actually certain how he is going to kill the thing once he sees it, especially without any other huntsmen to back him up. Slaying wyverns is one thing; they are universally weaker and less clever; but dragons? Most successful prior accounts spoke of trickery, of outwitting rather than physically outmatching the beast, and Caspar has much more confidence in the strength of his axe arm than the cunning of his mind.

He frowns. Miring himself in worrisome thoughts borne of too little knowledge would do him no good. Best he simply get out there and search for its lair. Maybe there he could find some clues as to what its goal is, what it wants with the villagers when it never bothered them before. Maybe there’s something he can use against it there, some way to take it down.

(And if he should find the beast inside its lair?)

(He’ll just. Tackle that problem if and when it arises.)

[swampgallows]

Re: your tags on the new Grom model, I actually want to hear your thoughts tbh. I am interested.

ohhh myy FUFCKINNGNGG GOOOODDDDDDD

I have been avoiding BFA spoilers story-wise as much as I can because I want to be able to experience the game and its story as I’m playing it. I don’t mind seeing things like cosmetic updates because they don’t usually spoil too much of the story. That being said, I know Bwonsamdi will make an appearance, and there is talk of Vol’jin making an appearance too, but these things were predicted as early as Mists of Pandaria in the Shadows of the Horde book. With the overarching themes of the Zandalari vs the Darkspear and the correspondences between Vol’jin and Bwonsamdi in Shadows, I knew with access to Zandalar they’d show up. 

So I have seen the new Grom model, and I have read that the AU Draenor orcs will be joining the Horde. The fact that they have the audacity to refer to them as being “Mag’har” while being from a Draenor in which they did not consume the blood is infuriating. As @mad-maddie​ spoke of at length, these are not Mag’har orcs joining the Horde; they are THE IRON HORDE. Essentially ALL of the clans are joining, including clans that are still enemies in our timeline (Blackrock, Shattered Hand, Dragonmaw, etc.) There are always dissenters so I’m really not too picky about which clans are which, but anything other than Frostwolf was our enemy IN WOD. THAT INCLUDES GROMMASH. He didn’t drink the demon blood but he did, um, team up with his son from another dimension to churn out siege weaponry and enslave/rape/mass-murder the draenei (I mention rape because Maraad comments on his “angel” Yrel being “defiled”, and it’s not some kind of light-purity-whatever-the-fuck thing because it was mentioned only in this instance and was subsequently cut from beta).

So Grom gets some weird redemption arc where he helps defeat AU Archimonde (alongside Yrel? awkward) and all of a sudden he’s a good guy now. Or something. MAYBE BFA will provide more context for this. MAYBE he has atoned in some way. But what really, really pisses me off is that THIS IS NOT THE SAME GROM!!!! You can’t release an audio drama where AU Gul’dan gripes over and over, “THAT WAS NOT ME!!!” for 45 minutes and then be like “hey everybody look Grom is back.”

If Thrall makes an appearance in BFA again, how the fuck is he going to react to seeing Grom again? AU Grom doesn’t know him. Thrall has a very intimate relationship with the real Grommash. He was with him as he died. They were brothers. 

I had a friend who was close to me that passed away about three years ago. Last year at work, I had a customer who looked just like him, down to his patchy beard, gray-blue eyes, and wide frame. My heart leapt into my chest. After I served him, I had to go take a break to cry. It was overwhelming, partially because he looked like him, but mostly because I knew it wasn’t him. I thought about where he’d be right now if he was still with us, and about all the things I did and didn’t say, and that I missed him, and so and so forth. I’ve been thinking about him today, actually, since it’s 4/20, and ironically or not, he loved this day. 

Anyway, Thrall gets to live that experience again constantly for as long as AU Grom hangs around. Someone who looks JUST LIKE his deceased best friend/brother, who has the SAME NAME, who is NEARLY THE SAME, but IT’S NOT HIM!!!! They have no history together. They aren’t the same people. What’s Thrall going to do, sit down with him and say “Listen, here’s what MY GROM did,” and that AU Grom is just gonna nod and play the part? If you had some classmate or coworker that kept telling you how much you looked like his ex and you guys even have the same name and are really similar etc. etc. you’d be like FUCK OFF DUDE. I’M NOT YOUR EX. People already can’t appreciate AU Grom for who he actually is because they’re all still obsessed with the real Grom.

HMM IS THIS FAMILIAR SOMEHOW??? TO SOME SHIT IM CONSTANTLY CROWING ABOUT??? WITH GARROSH????????????

Someone even suggested that “Hey, maybe Bwonsamdi brings THE REAL GROM back! Maybe it’s a vision or something, since Grom’s hair is gray, and it’s only been like 2 years since WoD so there’s no way AU Grom went gray that fast.” IF THEY BRING BACK REAL GROM IT COMPLETELY INVALIDATES GARROSH’S ENTIRE FUCKING SHIT. GOD IM SO FUCKING MAD i have complained about this MANY TIMES, AT LENGTH, that Garrosh was LITERALLY ONLY CREATED because the devs couldn’t bring back Grom. That was it. His entire fucking life from birth to death is about how much he was just a shitty knock-off version of Grom and was never good enough to be Real Grom and ARE YOU NOT JUST SHAPING UP FOR ANOTHER VERSION OF THE SAME STORY by injecting an ACTUAL GREAT VALUE™ GROMMASH into the Horde or, worse, Garrosh’s ENTIRE FUCKING LIFE serving only to BRING BACK THE REAL GROM!? Except Grom died green, and the new model is not. So unless he was “purified” of the fel taint or something upon death it’s probably NOT the real Grom but STILL!!!!!!

aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA