#the most powerful a man can be is when he's an enormous bitch

[ellieellieoxenfree]

beverly of graustark is mostly just adequate as a movie, but i appreciate a man who serves enough cunt to have it resonate 98 years later.

[mamayan]

Hii can I request Gyomei x prostitute fem reader nsfw.....plsss

Gyomei Himejima x Fem! Reader

cw: NSFW • Darker Themes • Attempted murder (of reader) • Fem! Reader • prostitute reader • Fluff/Comfort • Size kink • Breeding kink • Sub/switch! Reader • Edging/Denial • Overstimulation • Oral (F)

“Namu Amida Butsu. Pitiful creature.” He doesn’t need vision to understand what was going on in the lively square of the red district tonight.

Normally a bubble of carnal desires and pleasure, many forgot the festering underbelly of this part of the city. He’s on a mission, needs to focus and do his job, but something keeps stopping him.

Possibly the kakushi by his side crying softly, pitying the poor soul on a trial meant to convict whether the offending party is guilty or not. How can an upright samurai be in the wrong in any way? It must be the fault of the lowly whore which should have known her place. Such disgusting beliefs made his gut churn, but he’s aware there is little one can do in this situation.

He needs to leave, walk away, and kill the demon living just on the outskirts of this district.

So why won’t his feet move?

“This bitch is getting what she deserves, and let her serve as a warning to all the workers in the district!”

“Oh no, is he going to decapitate her?!” The kakushi beside him gasps in horror, drawing his focus away from his chants to regain his will power and instead breaking his concentration as he focuses on the slurred drunk words of a man. The crowd is thickening, attention drawn to the spectacle but most of all, the promise of blood shed. “Gyomei-sama…” it would appear the kakushi wishes him to intervene.

He can’t. He’s not supposed to anyway. He knows nothing of the woman’s crimes nor any clear indication on how to pass judgement.

“For trying to run from the great Habuyoshi who mearly admired the beauty! For daring to raise these weak fists at the great Habuyoshi! For biting the dick of the great Habuyoshi! I am putting this filthy dog down!” The crowd was cheering, jeering him on, even begging he kill her after violating her for the crowd to watch, or wanting to do it themselves. Gyomei had heard the red light district was filled with glistening gold and red, and it enrages his heart to think such an auspicious color is tied to such a festering diseased place. No one won here. Ever.

Before the kakushi could move, he’d already made his presence known, easily knocking the samurai unconscious.

The crowd stared in awe and fear of the enormous man wielding only prayer beads, defeating the well known samurai of the area so easily with only a single blow.

“Who owns this prostitute?”

None speak up for a moment, tension thick in the air as a savior appears for a once thought dead woman.

“M-me…” an elderly woman far past her prime shakily steps out, her guilty and shifty expression not seen by the man looking at nothing, but her nervous energy radiated off in waves for all to feel.

“I’ll buy her.”

“Gyomei-sama?!”

“Huh—?”

You awoke with minimal pain.

The jarring events of the night prior swirling in your mind and dumbfounding you because what was that?

You nearly died because a strange man grabbed you off the street while you were running an errand and tried to rape you in an alley way. Of course you fought back, but it seems that’s a crime if the perpetrator is stronger than you.

Tears fell despite your anger. You were no longer a prostitute, your freedom seemingly bought out of kindness but you knew not to trust anything given freely. There’s always a price, and your life thus far had taught you to be witty and at least somewhat charming. Though it hardly did much for you last night when the crowd roared for your execution like your life meant so little.

Your new owner is more terrifying than your previous house mother. At least she’d been open about her greedy vile mindset, but this man is nothing short of an enigma. Why did he save you? What is the purpose? What should you do now? It left you riddled with anxiety as you sat in a bed more comfortable than you could ever remember sleeping in, the blankets and pillows too of better quality than the red light district ever provided even for the top courtesans. You’d been given plain but high quality clothing as well, allowed to bathe alone, and then fed a vegetarian meal so delicious you wondered if the Buddhist monks had it much better than you gave them credit for.

Now you slept, in a room all to yourself, with no idea of what was to come next.

Did he want you as a wife? That didn’t seem right though. He didn’t appear the romantic type, and his size alone mildly frightened you despite his soft demeanor and speech. Were you to act as a servant? Did he wish to sell you to another area and call it good karma, leaving the matter as that? It ate away until you could no longer stand it, rising from the bed you longed to stay in forever, and slipping out of your room to explore the estate.

It’s shockingly empty.

Not a soul in sight as you explored, stealing bread from the kitchen as you walked, pondering the possibility of ghost servants. You felt silly and dismissed it, but the eerie silence was begining to get to you. You turned and headed for an opening, finally finding a serene courtyard. You were awestruck by the landscape, attention quickly caught as you spot a small pond with a bridge.

Hope bloomed and then flourished as you spotted several fat pretty koi swimming about, different colored patterns moving around and hypnotizing you.

“Ssshhwink!” You jolted in shock at the loud sound of a blade being struck, eyes honing in on the source as you see a training ground of sort in the distance.

Shock was the least of your current emotions as you watched the enormous man, your supposed savior for now, swing around an axe and spiked flail attached to a very long chain. Surrounding him were multiple dummies, made from steel, as if you weren’t already shocked silly. For someone so large, he was graceful and fast, skilled in each tiny movement and it nearly made you think of a dance you’d seen long ago at a festival when you were a child.

He’s no one ordinary. That’s clear enough, and he’s not a samurai it seemed either.

He could kill you quicker than that man before and he could’ve killed that man too but chose not to. Your heart trembled, because you knew those that hesitated left empty handed, and if his goal was merely to rescue and abandon you then you’d find yourself back to being sold off or worse.

You needed him to keep you, no matter how his appearance made your knees weak.

“Are you hungry?”

One week. You’d been in his estate one week and this was the first conversation you’d had with him since that night he saved you.

“Namu Amida Butsu. Thank you.” He accepts the lunch you prepared, as you learned fast that once he’d brought you into his estate, he’d been abandoned by his cooks. His servants who cleaned or kept things in order were incredibly well trained and avoided you similarly. You’d been cooking his meals and leaving them outside his room in the morning, and he’d usually be gone for most of the day until very late evening where you’d leave his dinner outside his small study or prayer room.

This was your first chance to initiate contact with him, and it made you swallow your nerves as you came up eye level with his abdomen. He accepts the tray, sitting at the small table in the open courtyard. He repeats his chants while you observe him up close for a moment.

He is handsome in a rugged way. His scars surprisingly only adding character. His thin lips and long lashes would’ve made many woman jealous as well.

“This is very delicious. You’re a good cook.” You startle lightly from your day dream as you stare at him with wide eyes, his face still tilted down as he eats.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

He hadn’t expected to find your company so pleasant.

Your presence was easy, comfortable and enjoyable after you warmed up more, chattering away similarly to the love Hashira at times. It made a strange sort of fondness form in his chest as he listens to your opinion on cherry blossom season, and why mochi is best served cold.

He finds himself rushing now after missions to return to his estate, something he’d never have done in the past. If only to hear your greeting of “welcome home” which makes the estate he’d been given actually feel like one.

You held his hand a few days ago, pulling him quickly and quietly to feel the soft fur of a sleeping cat you’d taken to adopting. He remembers the feel of your skin, the fragility of your hand within his, and how tiny you are. It shouldn’t affect him like this. Yet even as he sits below the icy fall of water in a lotus pose, his aching erection won’t ebb.

He’s ashamed the first time he wraps one big calloused palm around his leaking shaft and fucks his fist to the thought of you.

He’s even more ashamed when those thoughts haunt him in your presence.

He’s alarmed however when he wakes tonight to the sound of his shoji sliding open. Not by the intruder, your footsteps much louder ironically when you attempt to be quiet, but by the timing.

He released his cock and laid still, strangely nervous to appear asleep should you check.

Why were you in his room?

He chants in his mind when he hears fabric rustling, then a plop on the floor as something slides and falls. Were you… undressing?

His room felt hotter, or it may have possibly been him, as the sound of you nearing alerts him to a reason you’re here tonight.

“I know you are awake.” You sound bemused.

“I know you should be in bed.” He replies more shakily than he’d hoped to sound.

“I am trying, but you won’t seem to move over for me.” His breath hitches, and before he can think he’s scooting aside and feeling anxious for the first time in a long time. He’s too old now to be fearful of such a tiny woman, your charms and allure certainly difficult to dismiss but you shouldn’t make his hands sweat like this.

“Fuck,” he doesn’t mean to curse, but when you press your nude figure tight against his side, he nearly embarrasses himself by finishing what he’d started before you’d interrupted. Not that he nor his cock minded your company, in fact it twitched as if excited about your presence.

“It feels better if you face me.”

“What are you doing?” He feels flustered, hands desperate to grab you but unsure exactly if he should.

“Seducing you…?” He hears now the unsure tone you speak with, the way your fingers curl into his yukata to prevent him from pushing you away. He shifts and turns, the futon thankfully custom for his size and fitting you fully as he finally touches you. Your face first at least.

“Are you looking at me?”

“Yes.”

“Am I pretty?” He chuckles, smile making you press your thighs together due to the sheer masculine charm he oozed.

“You are soft.” He drops his voice as he presses a hand to the middle of your back and pulls you closer. His body radiates heat like none other you’ve ever felt, all pillowy muscles and smelling of sandalwood and sage, and something else beneath it that made your teeth ache. “You are considerate and empathetic.” His hands smooth over your cheeks, nose, forehead, and lips. “You are cute and witty, I find I laugh most in your presence.” His thumbs lightly graze over your eyes. “You are intelligent. I feel I can confide in you and be understood.” Down your jaw and chest, over your shoulders and down your arms to your hands shaking lightly. “You are also mischievous, I never know what you’ll come up with…” his hands come back up, one loosely and easily encircling your entire throat. “Like sneaking into a man’s room in the middle of the night and climbing into his bed naked.” He means to sound chastising but his lust is difficult to mask. Your giggle lets him know you take it lightly.

“Not some man’s room… your room, Gyomei.”

It’s like you want to set him off.

“Should I go?” He can’t deny the way it ignites him to have you here.

“No.” He groans lightly, hands finally taking the dip you’d both been aching for and feeling your chest. “You don’t get to leave now. At least not until you explain what is it is you search for.”

“Relief?” He frowns, but becomes quickly distracted by the malleable flesh in his hands, thumbs brushing over pebbled nipples and drawing little sighs from you.

“A-and… I guess confirmation.” He pinches on little bud, rewarded with a tiny moan and the arching of your back.

“Confirmation for what?” He murmurs, debating if you being atop him would be easier.

“That you like me.” He halts, startled by the confession.

“You thought I didn’t like you?” He clarifies, finally deciding and easily lifting you up by the hips to sit on his stomach, thighs on either side of him.

“I didn’t know if it was the sort between lovers or not…” he nods, finally understanding.

“I want you deeply, sweet girl.” He doesn’t miss the shiver which shakes you when he calls you that, smile tilting higher into a crooked smirk as he lifts his hands and runs them over your ass, gently squeezing each cheek and then moving to touch your thighs.

You don’t speak as he feels you up, quiet aside from small pleasurable mewls when he plays with your breasts or spreads your ass and let’s cool air hit your cunt.

“Do you touch yourself?”

“Y-yes…?”

“To the thought of me?” You feel your body heat.

“Yes. Always to the thought of you.” Your answer makes him groan, hips rutting up into nothing as he squeezes your hips.

“What do I do to you then, in your fantasies.” He’s desperate to know, desperate to recreate it. Your nails dig into the muscle on his chest, dwarfed on top of him like this.

“Oh, well, I… sit on your face.” He quirks a brow at the odd fantasy, unfamiliar with such an act.

“And do what?”

“Let you lick me, down here.” He allows you to guide his hand to the warmest place on your body, his mind blanking as he realizes.

“Oh.”

“We don’t have to do that though, let’s do what you want—oh!” He’s hauling you up like a doll onto his face, thighs spread on either side and your pussy spread and easily accessible now for his mouth. Gyomei doesn’t hesitate now, tongue slipping out as dragging through your folds as if he’s done this before. He hasn’t but he makes up for it with his wide and powerful tongue and eagerness to learn.

“Gyomei! I—ngh~!” Your moan when he licks at your pussy is more than he ever imagined. The wanton swivel of your hips as you grind down only make him more feral, large hands firmly on your ass and keeping you pressed down. Oxygen the least of his concerns as he licks and sucks until your writhing and digging your nails into his hair while you cry out for him.

He likes this act much more than his own daydreams of being intimate with you, the heady taste of your slick and sounds of your pleasure like a drug.

“I’m going to cum—!” You’re so close it’s a wonder you don’t tip over even as he lifts you completely off his face.

“H-huh?” You sound dazed and confused, so cute it makes him want to settle you down on his face again but he stops himself.

You’re on your back, looking up at his figure not blanketing you, one arm keeping him up as he lifts your chin and kisses you. You taste yourself on his lips.

“You can’t cum yet.” You feel irritable having your orgasm denied, pouty expression unseen but tone converting your emotions.

“Why?” Gyomei smiles, kissing you again and forcing your mouth open to play with your tongue, sliding his thigh between your own so you can grind on him for relief.

He breaks away with a string of saliva connecting you for a moment, warm breath fanning over you. “It will hurt taking me, but it will hurt less if you cum while I’m inserting it.”

Oh. It made sense actually.

Except he doesn’t move ahead to fucking you like you wanted, asking you for more fantasies you‘ve had of him.

“Using your fingers…” and he opened you up more than any man has ever with his fingers alone. Two alone stuffing your poor cunt seemingly to max and once more bringing you to the edge until you felt like crying when he pulled away.

“Shh,” he cooes, mildly upset he’s causing you distress and equally amused by how cute he finds your grumbling as he rearranges you again. This time he just rolls your clit gently with his thumb and kisses you, lavishing your neck in love bites you’ll surely need help covering in the morning and then giving attention to your breasts.

“Gyomei please!” Your third denial felt nearly painful, your core cramping with the desperate need for release as you wiggle and struggle beneath him.

“You’ll be very sorry if I take you now, be good for me, little lotus.” He kisses away your tears of frustration, once more spearing you open with two fingers until you’re moaning and rolling your hips into him, then he adds a third.

He stills when you hiss in pain, concern painting his features as he moves to pull them out only for your hand to stop him.

“It’s okay! I’m alright, it just stings a little.”

“We can stop here, I’ll make you cum and we can go back to sleep—,”

“No! I want you, please.”

He feels hesitant until you begin to relax, body finally accepting three fat fingers stretching your little hole out as slick drips down his palm and soaks into bed below.

“G-Gyomei please let me cum, I can take you even if I do, I just need—!” You’re so close again, but he’s stringent as he pulls free from your soft tight walls with a pop. Your whine of frustration goes ignored as he finally reaches his own limit.

“I’m going to sit you in my lap.” You’re pliant in his hold as he sits up and drags you with him, placing your back to his front as he unties his yukata and allows himself to be free. He gives himself a few pumps, balls swinging heavy as he sits down with you.

You regret looking down in curiosity. Having known some men, despite being quite big physically, can have small penises.

Gyomei isn’t one of them apparently, his caution not without cause as you see the enormous cock he carries, the thick veiny shaft frightening and leaking pre-cum like a stream. Even his balls were ridiculously large, and you briefly pondered taking his offer of going to sleep.

You shook it off as you felt a gentle kiss to your temple, body relaxing as he began another round of torture to your clit with more gentle rolls with his fingers.

“Relax for me, you’re being so good, all mine,” he’s mumbling, body tense as he holds himself back and prepares mentally to keep calm as he lifts you up and lets the plush tip kiss your entrance. Then you’re feeling pleasure and pressure like nothing you‘ve ever felt before, mind going blank as you cum while he stuffs you to full capacity, Gyomei similarly struggling as he moans feeling your gooey walls contract and try to push him out even as gravity drags you down on his cock.

“Gyo—hah—!” You can hardly breathe, body struggling to connect the pain while you’re writhing pleasure as he wraps an arm around your waist and lifts you up and down, still touching your swollen nub, bullying his cock into you one inch at a time. Your squeals of shock and euphoria nearly make him lose it, and when his tip finally smushes up against your cervix, he cums hard.

“I-I can feel it filling me—,” your eyes roll back as hot spurts of cum pump into your womb, Gyomei’s arm like an anchor as he groans and rocks you gentle against him.

“Feels so good…” he’d never known sex could feel like this, that you felt like this, but he’s unable to pull out despite his cock becoming sensitive. Instead he keeps you in place, plugging your little hole with his cock and keeping every drop of cum inside you where it belongs.

That thought startles him. Did he want to make you pregnant? Did he want a family?

More than anything—

Gyomei groans, hushing you as you whine and wiggle in his lap, feeling his cock swelling thick and hard again inside you. “Gyomei—s’too much,” you feel like you’ll burst, body already exhausted but he’s hardly done it seems as he begins to bounce you again, feeling more akin to a toy as his shaft splits your pussy open. The slick squelching noises blend with your moans and his grunts, his cock burying itself as deeply as possible each thrust as he murmurs praise down into your ear.

“So good for me. Taking all of me so well,”

“Do you like feeling my cum inside you? Do you want more?”

“I’m going to fill you up again, make you nice and full.”

“Going to put a baby inside you, let everyone know you’re mine now.”

You’re gone, too cock drunk to do much else but cum around him and moan, drool spilling down your chin in a thin line as he takes away all coherent thoughts.

You awake the next morning sore and groggy, face confused as you look at a room not your own.

You glance down at the arm keeping you trapped, merely draped over you but so weighted you’d need to wake him to move.

He got you filthy last night, cum coating all of you inside and out before he’d washed you and put you to bed. The memory brings heat to your face as you burry yourself into the bed and smile.

He’s yours now too.

Your story to be told as one from rags to riches.

Dividers/@cafekitsune

[thelaurenshippen]

re: that *chef kiss* PERFECT Franken-Drummer post and tumblr not being all over The Expanse, I know right?? it’s such an amazing show with so many delightful, complicated characters yet it’s so unfairly slept on! maybe because S1 takes awhile to get going and ppl give up? idk but it makes me sad that I have so few ppl to squeal about Drummer and Amos and Bobbie and Christjen and Ashford and Naomi (ad infinitum) with 😭🚀😭

WHY ARE PEOPLE NOT OBSESSED WITH THE EXPANSE HELLO!?!?! there's literally so much to love about it oh my god. you're right, it DOES take a second to get going but once it does!!!

for those of you who have not read or seen The Expanse series (I myself have yet to read the books), let me tell you why you'll love it:

political space drama with incredibly distinct cultures and phenomenal world building, if you're a details girlie (gn), you're gonna go nuts

the found family vibes!!??! are off!?!? the charts!?!? (minor spoilers for the first few episodes) four people are thrown into a situation in which they accidentally become the most important people/fugitives in the whole galaxy and most of them DO NOT trust each other, what could possible go wrong, and even better, what could possibly go RIGHT

Christjen Avasarala. you are not ready for her. most powerful mover-shaker on earth with the most incredible outfits you've ever seen, refined elegance with the filthiest mouth, plus she's got a classic "whatever those two have going on is so gay it veers into something else entirely" with her younger protective knight lady, Bobbie

Bobbie. the "not to be a lesbian but oh my god" post is made for her. we meet her in the show for the first time when she arm wrestles a robot and WINS. you will be begging for her to step on you with her mech suit

speaking of women I want to step on me Camina Drummer. angry revolutionary pirate queen of my heart. do you miss the unique agony of 2000/10s queerbaiting but want it to be not baiting somehow? this show does that, idk how else to explain it. the most agonizing sapphic pining you've ever seen but it's textual and also not painful because its gay. don't worry, Camina fucks, just not the girl she wants most (also spoilers, but this is not a bury your gays show don't worry)

Jim Holden is literally just Some Guy who becomes the special fantasy chosen one because he simply cannot stop Getting Involved. nosiest bitch in the universe, I love him.

imagine you're a girl who leaves your shitty ex and gets a normal industrial job on a spaceship, only to have a six foot, two hundred pound killer dressed as a mechanic imprint on you like a baby duck, and its unclear whether he wants to fuck you or call you a little sister but he definitely WILL kill for you and will do literally anything you say and then you both end up caught up in a weird galactic war by mistake and there's this other guy with a captain america level moral compass and he's cute and you're into him except your shitty ex is still out there with the biggest secret you have and meanwhile your best female friend is the coolest person you've ever met but you don't think you can be what she needs and you're holding your family together, you're holding the universe together and all you want is justice for your people but unfortunately you've gone and fallen in love with the accidental most important man in the galaxy. well, every day Naomi Nagata wakes up

Praxideke Meng. botanist of my heart. literally tames the rabid guard dog that no one else could. gentle and able to stay gentle because of said dog. which brings me to...

Amos Burton. I saved him for last because he is my guy. he is THAT guy. canonically aromantic pansexual king. are you into guard dog characters? do you find yourself drawn to the "sorry my love language is acts of service and all I'm good at is killing people" characters? amos burton is like seventeen tumblr posts come to life. previously mentioned enormous killer dressed as a mechanic, former heels wearing "I didn't always work in space" sex worker who is always rolling into brothels and being like "you guys unionized?", gives a shit about basically no one in the universe except his crew and every single child in the galaxy, accidental comedian because he cannot stop saying weird shit, not a nice or good person but a loyal one, and one who is always trying to relearn the empathy that was carved out of him as a young person. every time he goes homicidal to protect one of his chosen people (crew + any and every child), an angel gets its wings.

fin.

[aubieinsanity]

#trigunbookclub | Vol 1 | Ch 00-01

Click here for an archive of all my #trigunbookclub posts

Can I just say how much I love Nightow's silly cover redraws on the inside cover of each volume? Also, tickles me greatly how obsessed with action figures he was/is. iirc it comes up multiple times in his little artist's notes, and come on, look at the Stampede blu-ray covers:

ANYWAY, without further ado, #trigunbookclub commentary below the cut!

[Art & Story by Yasuhiro Nightow. Translation by Trigun Ultimate Overhaul.] [Disclaimer: I have consumed much meta content & had many conversations about Trigun on Tumblr and Discord since earlier in 2023. Lots of my commentary will be a result of cooperative analysis, so thank you to all who share their thoughts!] [Warning: While I will mostly avoid manga spoilers, some of my commentary will involve discussion of future topics. I am also assuming readers have seen the 98 anime and/or Trigun Stampede and are at least somewhat familiar with some of the major story beats.]

I've commented on this before, but the parallel between the titles of the manga opening and Stampede s1 ending makes me feral:

Also, what is going through this poor man's head right now? Gazing out at this destruction...trying to piece it all together

Onto chapter 1!

The absurd contradictions on Vash's wanted poster crack me up. It's all, ~VASH IS A BIG BAD KILLER!!!!~ then says "Note: staunch pacifist." I also like to imagine that Vash 100% posed for this photo--probably even knew it was being used for a wanted poster. Got booked for something silly, posed for the photo, then skedaddled out of jail all crazy-lizard-style.

Vash's first proper panel!!! He's so cute, LOOK AT HIM!!! *shoves Him in your face*

For those unfamiliar with the history of the manga: the original 'Trigun' ran for about 2 years in a shonen magazine that eventually ceased publication. It was picked back up as 'Trigun Maximum' in a seinen magazine later that year. Hence, the title change and the mood shift. I think Nightow agreed to the 98 anime adaptation either toward the end of Trigun publication or maybe even afterward, not knowing if the manga series would ever continue on.

As a result, Vash of the early manga and 98 anime Vash feel very much the same. Ah, yes, the 3 breeds of Vash: 1) Early manga/98 anime/BLR; 2) Trimax; 3) Stampede.

He's just oh so silly and cute. I luff him. 💖

He also has one hell of a broom head:

WHEN DID HE GRAB THE KID'S TOY GUN??!! He's so insane (affectionate) Just being the most absurd sassy bitch while low-key pulling off insane stunts

Did I mention he's an absurd sassy bitch

Oh oh oh -- wait, here's one of my FAVORITE panels in all of the manga (which also made it into the 98 anime!):

It is the perfect combination of his over-the-top drama, his habit of using absurdity and humor as a disarming and de-escalation technique, AND his honest-to-goodness true wish.

Sorry, can't help myself; gotta draw comparisons between manga, 98, & Stampede

INFLATION

Anyway...

Here he is. Our Vash.

Any version of Vash, at any time, abhors violence. He can't bear the thought of taking a life. He will do everything in his power, right down to brutal self-sacrifice, to avoid killing.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

We have another very important introduction this chapter:

THE GIIIIRRRLLLSSSS~~~~~ *airhorns*

SLAAAAAYYYYY

GOD, Milly is massive (affectionate). And Meryl, especially by comparison, is tiny, but carries herself like a giant. She reminds me of a little toy dog who weighs less than 10 lbs but barks, growls, and postures like she's a 200 lb mastiff. (Except she absolutely has the guns to back it up. Pun intended.)

Also, Milly's enormous gun falling out of her jacket(??) absolutely sends me. I am really really hoping for this energy in Stampede.

Also, Meryl's face, oh my god:

You tell 'em, Milly.

Meanwhile...poor Vash....

(one last parallel)

[ktficworld]

May The Best Man Win

Pairing: Steve Rogers x f! Reader

Bruce Wayne x f! Reader

Summary: They say that the queen is the most powerful piece in chess, but what if there are two kings, fighting for the queen?

A/n: On the prosperous occasion of my birthday, here is my self-indulgent treat to you... Idk who's gonna read this but if you do and reblog it, just know I love you❤

Also a huge thanks to @urlocalavenderhazestan for helping me when I was stuck.

Warning: little make out in the beginning, grey! Bruce and Steve, confident! Battinson(it's a warning trust me!), open ending (choose your bae 😘)

And yes! It's an au so no superheroes here.

Music:

You let out a huff of frustration as you tried, for the umpteenth time to try to zip up your dress but failed again, as it was stuck.

You needed to go to the gala for fuck sake and he was waiting for you, ever the patient man and would never mind being late but you didn't like even being fashionably late. You were wearing a black silk dress, with heart neckline, it was off the shoulder, enhancing your features.

You let out a groan of exasperation and was about to break the fucking zip, but then a big hand engulfed yours. You head whipped forward to the mirror and your lips parted in admiration as you gazed at him, the black suit clinging to his body, highlighting his swoon worthy muscles, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

Under his domineering presence, the stubborn zipper had no choice but to comply as he slowly, painstakingly zipped up your dress, not breaking eye contact for once.

After he finished the job, his long fingers grazed your collarbone and then he attached his lips on your neck. You screwed your eyes shut as his soft but cold lips pressed against your warm skin.

However, he did not stop there. His lips slowly travelled up to your cheeks and then stopped at your lips as he sucked you into a searing kiss.

You moaned in the kiss and your hand snaked around his neck and dived into his smooth and thick locks. He was dominant as he entered in your mouth and kissed you with an intensity that made your body tingle and your mind become hazy.

But since reality is a bitch and you were already going to be late. You begrudgingly parted from his lips, making him growl in warning, he tried to kiss you again but you promptly covered his mouth with your hand.

"We'll be late, Steve. " You whispered as you gazed into his cerulean eyes.

He sighed deeply and wrapped his arms around your waist and said in his deep voice. "When you look this ravishing, how can you expect me to focus on anything else? " He lightly bit your earlobes and you shot him a glare.

You turned around in his embrace and said. "I'll change into sweats then. "

He made a face, making you burst into a fit of giggles. "We need to go now Steve, you can have me later. "

He huffed in defeat and finally agreed. "Okay let's go. "

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The venue, it was eloquent and enormous, vintage chandeliers hanging from the ceilings, the architecture was inspired by roman empire. Soft music filtering in your ears and making you sigh in delight.

You rested your head into Steve's muscular chest, one draped over his shoulder and his around your waist as you both swayed to the music. Steve was not much of a dancer but you were always content in his arms.

Leaning down he whispered in you ear. "Am I improving? "

You chuckled quietly and replied. "No, not really."

"Hey, you are supposed to console me, not give me the truth. " Steve said in a hushed tone. His voice was offended but you knew he was kidding.

You looked with soft eyes and shook your head. "I like how safe I feel in your arms, even if you can't dance. " You whispered and threw a jab in the end.

"Thanks sweetheart. " He said half jokingly, half sincerely. He pecked your forehead sweetly and spun you around, your back hitting his chest.

You let out a gasp of surprise but then slowly melted into him as he peppered kisses on your neck and face. Your body heated up as your mind wandered South, imagining the night ahead.

However, your mind came to a screeching halt and you pinched your brows  together in unsettledness. Someone was staring at you. It was nothing new, the side-eye glare of envy from women and the desire dancing in the eyes of men. You were accustomed to it all. After all, dating someone like Steve comes with side-effects, and that was okay.

But, this. This was like someone was scrutinizing your every move, not due to envy but something else. Like they were trying to get to your soul. The gaze was so intense, you felt like you would burn under it. Your heart thumped in your chest, and you didn’t know if it was because of fear or interest. Because it felt both dangerous and inviting, like a devil corrupting an innocent soul. Bad but tempting.

You shifted in Steve's hold, the heated gaze burning a hole in your being. Turning your head slightly, you looked around the hall, searching for the stare. Some eyes were exploring you, but you drowned them out. Because they were nothing compared to that one scorching stare. However, you came out empty handed as you could not locate a suspect.

“Honey?” Steve’s deep voice broke through your trance and you snapped your head to look at him.

You mustered up a smile, even though you were still a little bothered. “Huh? Yes?" You asked Steve, trying your best not to sound distracted.

"I'm starving, let's go eat, no? " Steve asked softly and who were you to refuse him. Plus, you would finally be able to escape that stare.

“Yeah, you are right, let’s go now.” You said, he smiled and then let you away all that while you were still feeling the stare.

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The room was dark, only Illuminating the stage above as the Chinese dancers elegantly twirled on the stage, their traditional dresses flowing like water, dressed in soft hues of various colors they swayed to the rhythm of the folk instruments. The humming of flute was pleasant and the violin was like a cold breeze on a blazing summer day.

You waited patiently for Steve’s arrival. After eating you both bumped into Thor and as always, he had to chat with Thor for obvious reasons, but you feet throbbed from the torture bespoked by your heels and so Steve let you leave for the auditorium.

And so here you were sitting in the front row with two vacant seats on your left and right respectively, enjoying the performance of the dancers. Tony was really good at throwing parties. But you would have enjoyed it even more with your head leaning on Steve’s shoulders, enveloped in his embrace.

You sighed wishfully. Sometimes you wished he wasn’t so busy. You were lost in your musing when all of a sudden the seat at your left dipped. You smiled to yourself and whirled to your left with extreme giddiness.

“You are finally he...” You trailed off when your eyes eventually landed on the person. It wasn’t Steve.

The eyes were a familiar blue matching with his blue suit, but the hair was black and long not blonde and thick, a few strands falling over his forehead. The face was sharper and more elongated rather than square.

Instead of the calm and domineering aura emitted by Steve, an alluring and mysterious ambience draped over you as man the bedside you smirked down at you with enticement glinting in his eyes.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Wayne. " You murmured after composing yourself. You gave him a sweet smile. Steve had told you before that they were business partners, so you did not want to offend him.

The smirk on Bruce's face only broaden as he shank further in his seat. "Waiting for someone, Mrs. Rogers? " His low and throaty voice sent shivers down your spine and swallowed, hard.

Clearing your throat you said. "Umm, for Steve, he's busy with Thor Odinson, " Then you paused as your mind processed the name by which he addressed you. "And no, I'm not Mrs. Rogers"

His glance become a stare and you instantly recognized it. It was him. You did not have the chance to mull over it further as Bruce asked. "So he hasn't married you yet? "

You sake your head in denial.

"And you're waiting for him? "

You nodded your head in confirmation at that.

Bruce tutted and shook his head in disbelief. "What a shame! " He lamented. He then turned towards you so that you could see his entire face.

He leaned closer to you, his musky cologne highjacking your senses and making you dizzy, all the while never breaking eye-contact he spoke. "He should have never left you alone, " He inched forward and you backwards. "Here on your own, "

You gasped lightly when your head hit the back of your chair, his face mere an inch away from your face. You should stop him. Push him away but you were paralyzed by his hypnotic eyes as he whispered. "For someone else to take you home. "

"Whose taking who home? " The deep voice of Steve made you flinch in your seat as your head snapped to look at him. Thankfully, you turned away before you jerked as the side of your head bumped into Bruce's face. If you would have been facing him then... You don't wanna think about that.

Your heart was racing as you looked at Steve's narrowed eyes, furrowed brows and his jaw clenched in a painful hold. His eyes were glaring fire at Bruce but he remained calm as he slowly leaned back.

"Steve you are finally here, I have been waiting for you for so long! " You called out to him and whatever trance he was in, your words pulled him out of it as his features softened and he sat beside you.

"I'm sorry darling, Thor just wouldn't shut up about his new project. " Steve said and sighed exasperatedly. He then grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you with hunger.

After you pulled away, heaving. You immediately wrapped a hand around his muscular arm and shook your head. "It's alright. " You said and Steve smiled at you with affection before he enveloped his hand around your waist.

“Oh! Hello Steve.” Bruce’s smooth voice cut through your moment. You glanced towards Steve whose face darkened but a balanced smile stayed on his lips.

“Hello Bruce! How are you doing?” Steve asked and even though it was said through a smile, you could hear the accusation in his voice.

But Bruce was unbothered as the devilish smirk never left his lips. “Keeping your girlfriend company, since you were so busy mingling around.” He replied coolly. 

Now that both Steve and Bruce were present, the difference and similarities were so evident. Both had blue eyes, but Steve’s were a deeper shade of blue, while they were both big, Steve was broader and Bruce was taller. Both had sharp features but they were also really different.

Steve looked strong, but he had a boyish charm, with that lopsided grin and those doe eyes, he looked like an angel. But Bruce, there was nothing boyish about Bruce, he was regal, with a jaw that could cut diamonds and eyes like eagle, sharp and intense.

Steve’s hand went rigid underneath your grip and you turned to look at him. His jaw was clenched again and his orbs were ablaze. You were scared after looking at him so you tightened your hold around his arm. Steve glanced at you and took a few calming breaths.

“You know it’s important Wayne.” Steve said through gritted teethes.

Bruce hummed. “You are right, but I would caution you against leaving her alone like that.” Bruce drawled out and you screwed your eyes shut as the tension became unbearable.

Steve humored with. “And may I ask why?” He said with a sneer.

Bruce shifted and then his knee was brushing your thigh. You exhaled a shaky breath and ignored the two sets of eyes boring into your spirit. Instead you glued your eyes onto the stage.

“What if someone stole her away?” Bruce mused.

Steve scoffed loudly and said in mockery. “What? Is she a porcelain doll?” 

“Well no,” Bruce disagreed. “But isn’t she precious?” Bruce’s breath ghosted over your neck, making goosebumps appear on your skin. “And people like precious things.” The last sentence was almost a whisper, as if it was directed to you, not Steve and maybe, it was.

Steve’s grip tightened around your waist and before he could reply to Bruce, the hall erupted into an applause. You gaped but begin clapping nonetheless. It was over already? 

People were filing out of the auditorium so you looked at Steve and with a nod you both stood up to go back home.

You almost collided with Bruce’s chest as he stood as well but Steve caught you in time. Bruce looked over at Steve, his smirk was now replaced with a smile as he asked. “Been long since we hung out Rogers. Do you mind if I join?” 

You did not see Steve as you were too fidgety, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. But you did however heard his response. “Sure, let me drop off my girlfriend to her home first.”

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Bruce swirled the Amber-colored liquid as it danced in the crystal glass. The room was dark like ink as they sat around a large slick table. It was silent except the shuffling of cards reverberating throughout the space. He tasted the bitterness of the alcohol as it burned down his throat. The surroundings smelled like cleaning supplies mixed with their cologne and something very mild, very feminine.

Guess she also did live here, huh? The slapping of cards made him put down his glass with a thud and glance towards Steve.

"I won. " Steve declared with a smug smile as he folded his arms over the table.

Bruce raised an eyebrow, glancing between his and Steve's cards, Bruce concluded that Steve did in fact win. "Looks like you got lucky. " He said nonchalantly and picked up the queen card.

Steve let out a snort and shook his head. " Lucky my ass, you know what? This is too boring without any consequence, let's make it real. " Steve suggested.

Bruce stopped rolling the card between his fingers and looked at Steve with a questioning expression. "How? " He lowly voiced his opinion.

Steve shrugged his shoulders and said. "If I win you give me half of Wayne enterprise. "

Bruce gawked at Steve when those words left his mouth. His relationship with Steve was more like frenemies then enemies or friends, so he wasn't surprised when Steve pulled this stunt. He was surprised however, that he did not ask for his entire company.

He huffed out a chuckle. "Are you not confident in your business, Rogers? " Bruce mocked as he observed Steve.

Uncharacteristically Steve did not lash out or do that intimidating stare, he just smirked and said. "Tsk, tsk Wayne, what's the fun in that? That's too difficult and you know that. " He grinned sardonically.

Bruce smirked and leaned his hands on the table. "Don't you think you are taking yourself too seriously? I'm called a genius for a reason. "

Now Steve laughed, he full-on cackled while clutching his chest and almost falling down of his chair. "Says the man who lost three times consequently! " Steve said after his laughter died down.

Bruce's smirk widened and he leisurely leaned back in his chair. "Poker is a game of luck as much as it's of skill. But anyways, since you have asked for your price, it's my turn now. "

"Go ahead. " Steve encouraged with a nod of his head.

Bruce drummed his fingers on the table as he feigned contemplation. The rhythm echoing in the silent place, after awhile he stopped and glanced at Steve, with a smooth and steady voice he began. "If you win, you get half of my company, but if I win, " He paused and stared into Steve's eyes, his voice decreasing into a whisper. "I get your girl. "

Before Bruce could even blink, he was pinned against the nearest wall with hard a push. Steve held his collars in choking grip, his brows were drawn together and his eyes were ablaze. He looked ready to kill him.

"I knew you were on to something since I met you at the auditorium! But this is beyond daring." Steve spat, pressing Bruce harder into the wall.

Bruce winced a little at the impact but in one swift motion, he yanked Steve's hands from his neck and clutched them tight in his hold. "Now, now, now. Don't be a hypocrite Rogers. " Bruce called Steve out as he tutted in mockery.

Steve tried to free his hands but Bruce shoved him back, effectively making Steve hit the table with a bang. He lazily fixed his collars. "I also sensed you were up to something Rogers. But I let you voice it, didn't I? Now, it's my turn. " Bruce said with nonchalance as he shrugged his shoulder.

"You know Rogers, I have heard many rumors in my life and most of them were false, but the rumors about your girlfriend? "

He stopped speaking and took a step closer to Steve, he clenched his and his hands twitched but he did not lunge at Bruce this time. "Oh! They are all true, so true, " He drawled and stared at Steve, his signature smirk tugging on his lips. "She is a sight for sore eyes. " He whispered wistfully in the end.

"She is her own person not my property! I can't bet her like that! " Steve hissed in anger.

"I know she's a person and at the end of the day it's her decision, " Bruce said slowly and sat down on an adjacent chair. "But if she doesn't agree to it, you could always give me SSJ industries. " He finished and waited for his trick to work.

And it did. Steve fell silent behind him, it was like he was alone in this room. Then he came in his peripheral, walked up to the chair his shoes thumping on the marble floor and sat opposite to Bruce and glared at him with determination.

Bruce smiled in satisfaction and offered his hand to Steve. "May the best man win. " He announced.

Steve stared at his hand and then shook it. "May the best man win. " He whispered darkly and the game began.

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Sooo... Who won? 😏

[the-girl-who-didnt-smile]

Last but not least, Damballah (Hazbin Hotel)

In the actual religion, Damballah is a really important deity because he’s the first Loa that was created by Bondye (God). He’s super ancient and takes the form of this beautiful, giant white snake. The actual deity Damballah is a very peaceful god to be in the presence of. Here is my attempt to create a Hazbin Hotel Deviantart OC based on this actual voodoo deity.

In my fanfiction, Damballah is the first Loa that was created by Bondye. He’s giving off Dr. Manhattan vibes, but Damballah is a lot nicer than Dr. Manhattan. This is an extremely peaceful man, simply being in his presence calms you down. 

He is the least human looking of the Loa because his lower half is a giant white snake. He can also go into a fully snake form, which is actually his preferred form. For you see, his human half is actually the inside of his snake form’s mouth. To transform into his fully snake form, first you just see a cascade of beautiful white scales crawling up his spine and spreading across his back. He then folds his body down and transforms it into the inside of a snake’s mouth. This has got to look really mesmerizing when he does it. The snake’s mouth closes and his human half metamorphosizes into the most gorgeous white snake head you have fucking ever seen in your entire life. His human form has gold eyes because those are his fangs. His snake form has the most beautiful gold fangs, but you rarely ever see them because he rarely ever displays them. Of course, his snake form also has very beautiful gold eyes, and they are always very peaceful and gentle.

This man is supposed to be beautiful to look at. As the original Loa, he was crafted in the image of the ideal male form. No homo, but he may or may not be the hottest bitch who ever fucking lived. This is a lie. Erzulie is the hottest bitch who ever lived, he’s just a close second. 

Full homo, but I think the only thing I want to fuck more than his human form is his snake form. If you think his human form is gorgeous, his snake form is even more gorgeous. Damballah resides in a pocket dimension removed from the rest of existence. There is an enormous garden inside of this dimension, full of all sorts of colorful, beautiful, magical plants and fruits. Garden of Eden’s got nothing on this. Most of the time, Damballah is in his snake form, gracefully crawling around his garden. He should look so mesmerizing that even people with the worst fear of snakes are completely calm in his presence. You know that he is never going to bite you, and it is extremely relaxing to watch this beautiful snake crawl around its garden.

Damballah is a very gentle soul. I picture him setting up a canvas in the middle of his garden and painting the garden with rainbows in the background (Damballah, the actual deity, is associated with rainbows). He loves gardening, drinking Ashwagandha tea, and classical music. You could spend all of eternity in this garden, watching this beautiful man paint rainbows and do all his favorite snakey shit. I don’t know about you, but that sounds very peaceful to me.

This god transforms his upper half into a human because human hands are very convenient for painting and gardening and shit, but he often shifts freely between full- and half-snake forms. He does not like having human legs, and he does not like wearing clothing because it gets in the way of transforming. If forced to wear clothing, he dresses ultra classy. All his shit has gold details on it, and he makes everyone else in the room look like a complete prole. He still wears suits, but from the way he dresses, you just assume he is the King or Prince of some foreign country. He is, quite literally, the ultimate gentle man.

Damballah is completely mute. He hisses sometimes, but he does not talk. He communicates with you telepathically using his psychic powers. When he does this, you feel a faint buzzing behind the back of your ears. There should be some special effect too when he is speaking to you. I’ve been picturing it like he’s actually voiced by three different overlapping voices. I’ve actually been picturing it as two men and woman, all overlapped. I think two of the voices should be male, but that last voice could be any gender. Something about it being two male voices and one female voice sounds really cool in my head. Alternatively, you could just do some Wan Shi Tong shit with his voice. He should sound really fucking ancient, calming, and otherworldly. You really feel like you’re in the presence of a god, because this man has existed for all of eternity. He is the first god who was ever created. When he speaks to you, he offers sage advice.

You may be wondering how the jazz band of the gods could include a mute man in their band, to which I respond: How could they not? I will explain this more later, but these guys are family to each other. They love each other, and they love making jazz together. Damballah is really good on the piano or the saxophone and tons of other instruments. Even if he wasn’t, they wouldn’t not include him. They would just have him turn into a snake and give them cool visuals. He does that anyways. It would never once occur to them not to include him.

Damballah is a very peaceful man, but he’s also very reclusive. This is where the Dr. Manhattan vibes come in. He’s such an ancient god that human lives are completely insignificant to him. Any one of us barely registers on this man’s radar. He’s not as callous as Dr. Manhattan, but anything that involves only one or only a few human souls is just not worth this man’s time. No matter how bad it is, he cannot be bothered with something that insignificant. He’s just gonna leave that shit for the other gods to deal with. He does not like being interrupted in the middle of all the slithery snakey things he's up to unless it’s something really important.

The other thing is he's also really Avoidant. This man really doesn't like conflict. There's so much conflict in the world, he'd much rather hole himself away in his garden for all eternity than deal with all that.

There’s a “door” in this pocket dimension that allows travel to the rest of existence. In theory, Damballah can leave his pocket dimension, but he really doesn’t want to use that door.

This is just really funny to me.

One of the gods is just a fucking recluse.

He’s just fucking in his room playing video games all day.

Let’s talk about his powers.

DAMBALLAH’S POWERS

As I mentioned before, Damballah is a psychic. He is a very powerful psychic. He is quite literally the most powerful psychic who ever fucking lived. 

Let’s say you do something that really pisses Damballah off. It is impossible to do this, because Damballah really hates conflict. He is a pacifist. The one thing that I can think of that I think would piss him off a lot is if you burn down his garden. This man loves his garden. 

So yeah, you burn down his garden and piss him off a lot. So his eyes turn completely white, he uses the same psychic powers he was using to communicate to just make your head explode. He really does not like doing this, he would much rather just make you go unconscious then throw you out the dimensional door with his snakey snake tail.

This psychic attack he uses is also really really strong. Mob got nothing on this. Mob gets no-diffed by this guy. Some psychics have “god-like” strength, but he’s an actual god. He is literally the strongest psychic who ever existed and ever will exist.

His psychic powers don’t do shit to the other Loa, they are completely immune to psychic attacks because they are gods. Let’s talk about when Damballah gets serious.

DAMBALLAH GETS SERIOUS

When Damballah gets serious, he turns into his snake form and displays his fangs. This is why he almost never displays his fangs. The two tips of his fangs are points that deal INFINITE damage. Anything that makes contact with the very point of each fang is completely destroyed. His magic is white in color, and he is the fastest of the Loa. 

His snake form is insanely fast. He basically has INFINITE speed. 

This is how fucking fast he is. You know how I said it is basically impossible to dodge three rounds of “CROSSROADS!!” ? The adjective “basically” is there because there exists one being who can dodge three rounds of “CROSSROADS!!” - that being, Damballah. He can dodge way more than three rounds of “CROSSROADS!!” He can dodge countless rounds! That’s how fucking fast he is. Big Papa would eventually get his ass, but it would be a real pain in the ass to chase this super speedy snake man.

This guy is a real problem for pretty much everyone, except for the other Loa. He gets fucked on by the other gods so hard. His Battle IQ is not that high, since he’s a pretty inexperienced fighter. Erzulie low-diffs his ass, he gets completely no-diffed by The Baron (even without Maman) and Big Papa.

Realistically speaking, he would probably flee the fight and try to slither off into some secluded section of the multiverse. He really can’t damage these other guys, so he’s going to try to run away as much as possible. The best shot he has at surviving is if they just give up, because he’s such a pain in the ass to chase down.

DAMBALLAH IS ACTUALLY EXTREMELY POWERFUL

In the Official Databook for my One Piece fan pirate crew, I have described Damballah (Hazbin Hotel) as the weakest of the gods. But I think, in terms of potential/true power, he is one of the strongest of the gods.

Being “the fast guy” is not nearly as cool as being the guy with the high attack stat. But in terms of utility, speed is a really good stat to have. Especially when you get to the level of the gods.

When I say “he slithers really fast”, he is not slithering at all. He’s doing some CRAZY physics-defying shit to get up to the speeds he does. It is absolutely mind-boggling how fast this man moves. My fragile human brain is struggling to process and explain what he is actually doing when he “slithers away really fast”.

I think he has to be the only other god who can manipulate the dimensions themselves, or he’s doing something even more NUTS than dimensional manipulation! This is the only possible way he could move at the speed he does.

This is just really funny to me. The weakest god is not actually the weakest god. In terms of true power, he is actually the second - maybe even, the most - powerful of the gods. But because he is such a peaceful gentle soul, he has no ruthlessness and bad Battle IQ. This man, he…he has no Battle Experience. Every time a fight breaks out, he just flees right at the start of the battle. If he was just a little smarter and a lot more ruthless, he could probably kill these other guys. He is only as weak as he is because he completely underutilizes his power!

In my mind, this also makes Erzulie (Hazbin Hotel) cooler. She has the weakest power. She has the most broken Devil Fruit ever than she won from the Celestial Dragons, but compared to the other gods? This woman only moves at a speed of INFINITY - 1. She’s slow as fuck!

She’s the Crocodile of the Loa (Hazbin Hotel). She’s the guy with the shitty power, but her Battle IQ is so high that she has honed her power to perfection. She’s just so fucking smart, even with her dogshit power she can keep up with these other guys!

[goodbyenorthernlights]

and also the one i did for rezo

Visual: Rezo is a 6’3” tall, fair-skinned, human man with purple hair (anime) that sticks out at the sides like a pair of bird’s wings. (Again, anime.) His build is fairly nondescript, although he’s in better shape than you’d expect a scholarly type to be- he can run up a long flight of stairs and not get winded, for instance.

His eyes are permanently shut, making it difficult to discern their shape and impossible to tell the color. If you somehow do get them open without unleashing the Dark Lord Ruby Eye Shabranigdu in the process, you will find that Rezo’s eyes are an unassuming brown, with an upward slant to the shape.

Fashion: Rezo is usually wearing eye-catching red robes, a set of extremely dramatic blue-green shoulderpads, a tabard with a diamond insignia on it, and of course, an enormous red cape that covers his entire body below the shoulderpads if he stands still with his arms down. The cape is very good at swooshing and billowing, and the entire ensemble obscures his figure such that he resembles an imposing red rectangle.

He is also usually carrying around a long staff, slightly taller than he is. It’s topped off with a loop with four rings attached, that chime together when he moves around, and at the very tip is a red gem. (Like a cherry!) It’s essentially a fancy khakkhara staff. The staff serves as a way of channeling and directing magic and as well as being a mobility aid, and he can summon or banish it at will. Magic!

Demeanor: Rezo’s default expression is a smile, small, serene, and seraphic, but with a definite aloof edge to it. Accordingly, in most situations he is formal and kind without necessarily being friendly, usually sticking to whatever business is at hand.

That said, he enjoys teasing people and yanking their chains around, especially when he’s pissed at them, but he usually keeps that under a veneer of Great Sagely Dignity.

His blindness affects the way he moves and interacts with the world, although subtly enough that unobservant characters may miss it- he moves carefully, yet confidently, and pays close attention to sounds. And again, his eyes are always shut.

Aural: Rezo has a deep voice that is usually calm and pleasant, with a lofty edge to it. His cadence is reminiscent of a university lecturer, albeit one who sometimes slips silly jokes into his lectures.

Unless, of course, he’s having a meltdown, in which case there’s probably hoarse screaming involved.

Olfactory: Beyond his natural, personal scent, you may catch a few odd notes such as: Bitter, medicinal herbs; the slightly musty scent of old wood; old books; soap and/or sharp chemical solvent smells.

Mental Information: In D&D terms Rezo would have both a high INT and high WIS score, with his INT being higher. He has a good memory, the ability to make quick mental connections, curiosity about the world around him, and the determination necessary to stick with something until he understands it. He has also lived a long life, mostly dedicated to researching magic and medicine, and from that has gained a very in depth knowledge base.

Unfortunately, he struggles with serious mental health issues of some kind (it is hard to properly diagnose someone when one of their problems is “has a literal demon in them”) which can seriously impair his judgment and pretty much always affects his mood for the worse. He’s very prone to dissociation as a coping mechanism.

He's a messy, messy bitch.

Magical Information: Rezo specializes in white magic, but also can use the broader shamanistic magics and dark magic. The general rule of thumb I go by is that he can’t use holy magic or anything that would call upon the Lord of Nightmares, but any other kind of magic in the Slayers canon is fair game.

He has a considerable amount of magical power and normally can go for days of nonstop casting without expending his capacity. However, a great deal of his power comes from being the vessel for a fragment of Ruby Eye Shabranigdu, a kind of ancient dark god from his world. Without Shabranigdu, Rezo would still be a force to be reckoned with, but not outside of human levels.

The seal on Shabranigdu is very strong, making it normally impossible to detect the dark lord’s presence within Rezo. But crosscanon RP does mean potentially encountering powers that fall outside the rules of Rezo’s setting, so in other words: If you think that your character might be able to detect Shabranigdu/otherwise mess with Rezo and Shabranigdu, feel free to chat with me about it and we can work something out!

Just note that Shabranigdu has a corruptive effect on people who get close to him and can be viscerally unpleasant for any psychic types.

[lilbabyalpha]

Exploration; Caleb/Dominic

@xthetribunalx

Caleb was no stranger to the wilds of night life; he was no stranger to the seductive power of sex, either. Despite his small stature and baby face, Caleb walked into the underground club like he owned it. It was a sex club, the most elite establishment in the city. Unfortunately, it was a straight sex club. The boy was surrounded by tities and pussy. So many naked women, and yet, Caleb wasn't interested in any of them. He wasn't celebrating the fruits of his label like the men who were ploughing into these available pussies. Caleb was a hunter; a warrior. He was a man on the hunt. He was stalking his prey. Despite the gluttonous orgy happening all around him, the boy came into this club for one reason and one reason only. He was looking.....for him.

On the internet, he was known as " Big Mike." Some people even knew him as " Magic Mike." He was a self proclaimed part time porn star. As his stage name suggests, he is known for his enormous manhood. It was huge, long and thick, with low hanging balls and it was making him a hell of a-lot of money. Aside from his shaft, the man was also a giant, well over six and a half feet tall and built like a greek god. This made the Goliath a highly sought after commodity in heterosexual porn. Earlier in the day, he posted on his social media that he would be attending this private club for a live performance. When Caleb saw this, he knew he had to be here. He didn't give a shit about all the straight sex that was happening around him, or the naked women walking all over the place. Caleb had had a crush on this legendary adult film star for quite a long time now, and tonight, his goal was to make his dream a reality.

As the lights of the stage lit up, Caleb focused on what was to come. There he was. Big Mike, in all his glory. 6'5, muscular, with dick made for a god. He wasn't alone, either. He was accompanied by some of the most beautiful women Caleb had ever seen. They wasted no time. The giant and his hoards of bitches went to work. One by one, he fucked them all, in all kinds of positions. One in missionary, one in doggy, another in cowgirl style. The behemoth fucked like he was Zeus himself and it was a glorious sight to watch. Caleb could not deny that he was getting a hard on; not from the women, but from the only man on stage. The giant was raw, powerful and captivating. To see him work his magic in person was miraculous. It made Caleb's urges that much stronger. He knew what he wanted, and he was going to get it.

After the glorious display of a man conquering his whores, the famous porn star made his way onto the main floor, where he promised his female fans autographs and selfies. As the behemoth basked in female admiration, Caleb saw a golden opportunity. While Big Mike was tending to his fans, the boy slipped back stage and slithered his way into the sex worker's private dressing room. Caleb was amazed at what $100 could afford him back stage. Peaking through the giant's clothes, Caleb helped himself and took a whiff of the porn star's underwear and socks. That musky smell gave him the motivation to stay. Making himself comfortable on the cozy couch, the boy lit up a cigarette and braced himself for what would surely be an interesting meeting. Of course, he came prepared.

When the giant did come into dressing room, the boy greeted him warmly and worked his magic like the Alpha he was.

" Congrats on your show. I just had to come back here and congratulate you personally. You deserve it. You'd be amazed at what $100 can get you back stage." He spoke with charm and class. His thick english accent was already working it's magic.

Sensing some distress and tension, Caleb put the giant at ease by flaunting a huge amount of dollar bills in front of the behemoth. It was $ 1,000 cash.

" I'm sure this will keep your attention. I just came here to talk."

[oh-no-a-new-hiperfocus-hit-me]

I DID IT GUYYYSSS IK LITERALLY NO ONE CARES BUT I FINALLY FINISHED THE DRAFT FOR CHAPTER THREE!!!

It's 2,5k long and wow I'm so proud of me. Ik people write multichapters way longer but I can never finish mine. I've written one shots 5k long but multichapters ?? My kriptonate. I'm so happy djsnsndnndbdbdbd

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Dabi first heard about the war while changing clothes in the back of an old wagon. She was changing clothes, in the second day of their trip to the east side of the kingdom. They were traveling with more or less fifty people, each with their own affairs to deal with. Most people were riding horses, unicorns, chimeras or other animals, which they were going to do too if it wasn't for Mr Compress pulling a couple favors to get them on one of the wagons.

The guys who were driving it had been talking non-stop ever since they left. Dabi was really, really close to ripping one of their heads off and driving the damn thing herself. She was just finishing putting on a new pair of pants when she heard one of the man mention Chikara.

Chikara was the kingdom next to Akarui. They were insanely powerful and known conquerors. Their king was nameless. Well, probably not fucking nameless. Dabi did think everyone had to have a name. If there was a way to get rid of your name, she'd have found out by now.

In any case, no one knew Chikaras kings name. He was only known as All For One, because of how many soldiers had died fighting his battles. It was whispered in the night, that he had special knights, super strong, enormous and undefeatable. They were called the Order of Doom.

When the woman heard one of the man mention Chikara, she kneeled next to a sleeping Toga and came closer to listen. Though ignoring Tomuras snooring was hard, she still managed to hear the conversation.

"-and she said she was going there!"

" To Chikara ? To fight ?!"

"Yes! I told her it was a terrible idea but she wouldn't listen..."

"I'm sorry pal. I really am."

"It's ok. Me and my wife are working through it. But our eldest daughter ? A spy for the the king ? I mean who would've imagined it!"

"Not me, definitely not me, pal."

"Anyways, that was a couple years ago as you can imagine and her last letter arrived in the beginning of the year. It's been three months since..." He looked back, but everyone was apparently asleep. "Since she told us to run because a war would eclode soon."

"A war ?"

"We are going to Midori to scape... Yes, a war!"

They went back and forth on simpler subjects after that. Partners, kids, food. But the word war kept repeating in Dabis mind for the rest of the night. The temperature seemed to have dropped and the cold wind that came from a hole in the wagons 'ceiling' messed her hair.

War.

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"No! Absolutely not." He pronounced every letter throughly, pinching his eyebrows and twisting his mouth.

"Pleeaaasseee. It's for a friend!" Toga jumped and flapped her hands in the air, and Dabi could see she was mere seconds from taking Shugarakis shoulders and shaking him with all her strength.

"Hey, what's happening here ?" Dabi sat by Shigarakis side, bumling his shoulder. She'd decided it was better to intervine now than to have to deal with a headache later on.

"This dumb blonde bitch-"

"Hey!"

"Call her that again and I'll rip your legs off."

"Sorry. This little bratty asshole-

"Hey!."

"This one's true, thou, Toga. Carry on." Toga made a sour face but didn't protest. Tomura smiled.

"She wants to play at a circus! She thinks she joined a motherfucking clown cult!"

"Hum."

" This is a respectable band! We are musicians! Good ones!" Shigaraki continued, waving his hands as he spoke.

"A friend of mine will be there! The knights in training are going to be special guests. And I heard..." She put one hand on her chin, the other covering half her mouth "I heard the youngest prince is gonna be there." She whispered dramatically.

Dabis heart started beating faster and faster. Her eyes widened, but she forced her normal expression when she realized it. Her hand tightened around the edges of the log they were sitting at. Her other hand dig it's nails into the first one, and soon enough, her skin was soaking with blood and chipped wood.

"Dabi ? You ok ?" Shigaraki looked at her concerned. Toga had apparently seen a butterfly and gotten distracted chasing it.

"Im alright." She knew it wasn't true and she knew he knew it. Her voice was cracking. "We are going to play at the circus."

"What ?!" He jumped in surprise, almost spitting at her.

"Shut up and do it. Don't be a whiney bitch." Shigaraki was probably still chocked given he didn't try to stop Dabi when she got up to leave.

Fuck. Shoto was gonna be there and she'd just agreed to go. No, she demanded to go. What was wrong with her ? Fuck.

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The circus thing wasn't happening for another couple days but she didn't get any rest. First of because they had a couple of presentations already planned. Second because she was thinking of her brother.

Natsuos letters had stopped arriving.

In the first two weeks, she barely noticed it. She was used to letters arriving late, after all she was constantly changing location and although she always gave a list of the places she was going to and the dates to him ahead of time, the mail deliver wasn't exactly precise in Akarui.

But it had been a month and a half. A month and a half since the day the bird left Natsuos last letter in Dabis hand, just after they played in that crowded bar. The mail system might not be precise, but she was pretty sure Natsuo sent his letter through special agente who had pegasus or something like that (she was never that interested in Royal family bulshit ).

  In any case, the thing was that the letter was suppose to be here already. And it wasn't. Something must've happened. Dabi thought of the conversation she'd heard. She thought of the war. Could that be it? Could her brothers and sister – her mom — be in danger? Wouldn't he protect them?

  Wouldn't the king protect what was left of his family ?

  At least, at the very very least, she knew she could keep an eye on Shoto while he was there. Her baby brother. Her responsibility. She hadn't seen him in ten years.  How much had the kid grown ? He was certainly not the little boy she had known anymore.

  Usually Dabi thought being a pessimist was good, only good things cane when her expectations were worse than reality. But at that moment she wished she could hope for something good. If the worse happened... If the worse happened she'd have to get Shoto, her friends and run.

  Oh fuck. Holy. Fuck. She'd forgotten.

  She hadn't told Shoto she was alive. You see, running away from your father was really hard when he was the king. She'd spent months planning it, to scape from hell. She'd planned to take Natsuo and maybe even Fuyumi with her, then  come back to get Shoto and her mom. After that, with the stolen riches she'd set aside, they could have a new life. And who knows? Maybe one day Shoto or Fuyumi could come back to reclaim the throne. When their father was long gone. Not that Dabi would mind taking matter into her own hands if it was for the sake of her siblings...

  In any way, her plans went to shit when The Accident happened. The accident that got her scars, the one she couldn't bare to think about. After it she had to completely change her plans and run off by herself. She scaped in the middle of the night, and met Natsuo in those dark halls to say goodbye.

  He was her best friend, and at the time, she thought that was goodbye forever.

  But despite her pessimistic beliefs, his first letter arrived six months after she ran, when she got her very first job. Since then, they'd been talking regularly ( or as much regularly as one could have conversations through mail). She told Natsuo to not tell anyone she was alive and well, but deep down, she knew Fuyumi had to know. She was the polar opposite of her sister, who was always the perfect elegant, kind, polite princess. Still, they shared a bond Dabi could not explain, a bond of caretakers and of women whose blood was the same.

  Plus there was the fact Natsuo sucked tremendously at keeping secrets.

  Dabi was not sure if Shoto knew, though she thought he probably did; Fuyumi had always been soft for him. Still, he wouldn't recognize her. He probably had faint memories of a face she no longer had. The thoughts of her siblings haunted her during those few days, often making her laugh. She laughed because she couldn't cry anymore, because it was all too absurd, because maybe her life was just a fucking joke to the universe.

  The others soon enough realized she was behaving strangely. For a couple days Dabi was able to hide her ever growing mess of feelings, but they knew her too well. Compress would ask what was wrong when he thought no one else was listening. Toga would braid her hair ( she hated it, and would immediately unmake the braids once Himiko was done.) Spinner liked to invite her to his games to distract her. Magne and Twice were always trying to hug her and get her to open up (which she hated much, much more than the braids, but the intention was sort of nice).

  And Shigaraki... Shigaraki was being distant, and she didn't know why.

  Nevertheless, with suspecting of war to investigate and money to earn, the days passed by quickly enough, much for Dabis happiness.

  "Oh my God, look! The circus is so big! The colors are so, so very pretty too!" Himiko jumped as Spinner tried — and failed — to held her back. "I can't believe I'm going to met Ochaco-chan again! She's the prettiest fairy to ever exist, and also the bravest and strongest knight! Her blood must be so sweet..." She rambled and moved her hands around in the air, spinning in her yellow dress.

  They were all dressed in their fanciest clothes, which included from flowery dresses like Togas to dark suits like the one Twice was wearing. Dabi wore the only thing she had from her old life : the clothes she had scaped the castle with. It was a purple suit with a white shirt underneath, and plain black pants. The suit was adornated in gold, and had the Kingdoms coat of arms in it, because it was for Dabi to use in formal occasions back in the castle. She had covered the coat of arms with a piece of dark fabric, which looked kind of out of place but really, who cared ?

   As they approached the circus, more and more people started looking at them. It was a fancy part of town, not the kind of place they usually played at. When they got there, Compress chatted with the man who was producing the show. Apparently he'd heard them play before, and was looking forward to having them there. Dabi suspected it wasn't true, maybe Toga had threatened someone or bribed them to see the knights in training. She immediately felt bad. Himiko wouldn't bribe anyone. Threatening, maybe, though.

  The inside of the circus was huge, even bigger than it looked from the outside. There were bailarinas and gymnasts in black suits, a man caressing a lion next to them. A beautiful woman with a long beard went over the presentation with the dancers. Clowns ran around, playing with each other, and...

  And an enormous dragon slept in a cage. It was so big the cage could barely fit its wings, and it's deep blue and yellow scales shined in the light. It looked comfortable, at ease, almost like it was safe. But it wasn't possible, dragons had never lived peacefully with humans.

  Dabi must have looked more amused than scared, because the showman, who was chatting with one of the gymnasts, walked towards her eith a smile on his face.

  "Isn't she beatiful ? She's going to be our main attraction tonight." He cackled. Dabi got ready to fight. There was no fucking way she was going to leave someone to be trapped by shitty people, a mere attraction in their shown.

  "She's my wife, you know. She's been resting all afternoon, to have energy to perform tonight. Can you believe she like to sleep in the elephants cage? Haha." As the man laughed Dabi saw that the cage was open, blankets scattered on the floor. The dragon yawned.

  "She sleeps better in her dragon form?" The woman didn't mean to ask, but she was so shocked from the conversation she couldn't help turning thoughts into words.

  "Yes, actually! I find it to be fascinating. Saori says when she's transformed her rest is far better." He looked at her for the first time, staring at her scars. "Do you know any dragons? Perhaps, family?"

  "Yes" she said, and allowed her shoulders to deconstract, her breath to calm down. "I am a dragon." The man widened his eyes even more."It runs in the family." She turned and left.

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  The instruments were old, but had clearly been taken good care of. There was a violin for Compress and a piano for Toga, and even guitars for Shigaraki and Spinner. Tomura wasn't happy, he  loved his own guitar, and Toga was usually the only one who relied on other people's instruments. It's not like they could transport a piano, so she only played when there was one in the place they were going to play at already.

  When they were all set, the showman asked them to rehearse with the dancers. Those people were very skilled, jumping and spinning endlessly like it was nothing. Dabi spotted some metaforms among them, which brought her back to the dragon in the cage, Saori.

  Was it really possible for people like her to have something like that? Something alike acceptance? She shut her eyes tight. No. Hope was a damn waste of time. People would just throw her aside again.

  When the spectacle finally started, she was relieved. As soon as it was over they could leave. They could pretend nothing happened.

  Dabi should've thought something like 'relief' would not last long for her. When the showman started announcing the first number, Toga pulled her sleeve and, smile as wide as ever, pointed to the right side of the bleachers. Waiting for her, was a young boy, hair split down the middle. But he was looking the other way, chatting with his colleagues. No, he wasn't looking; but someone sure was. The knights in training hadn't come alone. Dabi found she knew their companion, and almost tripped as golden eyes stared into hers.

@arson-n-barf if you could tell me if there's anything weird here, that'd be awesome! I don't want to be rude as you've already happened me a lot, I'm just happy you're liking the story so no pressure. :)

[thekingofwinterblog]

You know... Seeing GRRM essentially tell every single fan of Tolkien's books off as cunts if they don't like the Rings of Power previews, if they have already given up on after it's made it clear that the series will, in no particular order:

"Ignore the very detailed time-line that Tolkien spent decades and decades perfecting, compress hundreds of years into just a few decades, have Hobbits living in the shire that should not exist for millennia, insert a whole host of OC characters into a work that already had plenty of characters they could use to explore this time period, rewrite Galadriel, a woman who was meant to be the personification of a powerfull, regul queen as an angry, pissed off, emo teen despite the fact she's thousands of years old by this point, ignore the ACTUAL POC peoples of Tolkien's middle earth, their culture, their story, their humanity, and show us why their enslavement under Sauron was such a tragedy in favor of rewriting the ethnicities of people based on the people of the british isles and pretending that the Haradrim, variags and others don't exists, and all around looking horribly cheap despite the ridiculous budget."

-Has made me realize what a an enormous, unsufferable sellout he is.

Like... This is a guy who saw his magnus Opus be BUTCHERED on national television. The most spectacular fall from grace in television history...

And instead of trying to redeem it by focusing on winds of winter, and a dream for spring, he instead bitches at us for having the nerve to point out that he's well over a decade late on writing his book, when he's made countless comments over the years to the effect of "Just give me time and i'll get it out", promises it's his top priority, that it's all he's working on, and he instead takes time off writing history books about stuff that we don't need to know, and he actually promised he wouldn't waste his time on until the main series was done, and eventually just came out and declared, despite all his promises that he was working on winds of winter above everything else, he's now devoting most of his to other shit instead.

This guy has for all intends and purposes given up on his book fans. The men and women who were there for him from the start, and more importantly, are STILL there for him, even after AGOT burned out like junkie at the end and became forever remembered as trash.

And you know what? That would be fine. It's true, he doesn't owe us anything... But we don't owe him jack shit either. I have no interest in House of the dragon, or any of the other tv-shows Martin is sacrificing WOW for. But if he wants to make them, then by all means, go ahead and do that.

But don't fucking come here and critique others for standing up for a man who spent his entire life doing what YOU aren't doing.

Tolkien spent his entire life on his legendarium, he worked on it until the day he died. He finished it, he refined it, he released his appendices and their stories after he was done with the main story, and he spent over 50 years working on a small, not that important backstory prequel book about a character mentioned once or twice in the lord of the rings set, never releasing it before his death because he was just that dedicated to the quality of his writing and the world he made.

And he didn't do it for the cash, the fame, or the fact it made him legendary. He did it because he truly, genuinely loved his work, and you can tell that with every single bit of extra detail he put into fleshing out his entire world.

Tolkien was approached several times in his lifetime to adapt his work. And do you know what he said each time when it was made clear they wouldn't respect his source material? He told them to piss off, because he genuinely loved his work, and refused to see it be mishandled like "A Game of Thrones" was.

Tolkien would NEVER have stood for a single one of the changes I mentioned above, and fans know he wouldn't, because Tolkien made it very, very clear what his world was, and he refused to compromise on that world.

A mythology for his homeland of England, with a defined, clear, coherent timeline of one end of the setting to the end, with very clear backstories for his world and all the people in it, who refused to let anyone adapt it unless he felt they could do it justice.

Who the hell is Martin, an old man who sacrificed his own book fans for TV series that cannot salvage AGOT no matter how good they are, to tell fans who remember Tolkien, his dedication to every meticulous detail of the world he made, what he stood for, and refuses to acknowledge this garbled fanfiction as an addition to the world Tolkien made, when he made it abundantly clear what he thought of inaccurate adaptions, that they aren't real fans of Tolkien?

Tolkien is dead Martin. His legacy stands, because he made it, and unlike Star Wars, no one can come and claim that they're just "Continuing the story" with varying degrees of success regarding quality, because Lord of the Rings, and by extension Tolkien's entire legendarium is done.

We know damn well what Tolkien's story was about. We read it, We know it by heart. We know how it begins, and we know how it ends, unlike a song of ice and fire, which will never be finished. And that means we don't have to speculate "will this be faithful to Tolkien's world?" Because we can tell by a single glance whether or not it will be.

And rings of Power, even if it was the best story ever told(And it's not going to be), is not the story Tolkien tried to tell. Not by any stretch of the imagination. It doesn't even try to be.

[panzershrike-pretz]

more lanterns content?? yes PLEASE!! ✍🏻️

HEY BLU!!!

For you, I have: unhinged weird ass little man who may or may not be the head of a cult >:³

REGULUS SERPENS (a.k.a. Hydra and Sirius' brother, a.k.a Reggie), the main vilain in the story as of now

He was the Golden Child of the Serpens family and, just like his siblings, grew surrounded by money with everything he could dream of in the palm of his hands (paws?). He's just not a God. And that makes him PISSED

His role as the vilain started with him wanting power; he wasn't satisfied being a meek peculiar - he was jealous of his siblings. He wanted to be just like them. A God. And that is when everything went to shit :D

His goal was to be adored; first by his followers who, just like him, believed the whole world should be ruled by the magical people. He always felt like it was wrong (why should people with powers live in secrecy while the no-majs didn't?)

His answer to this problem? He should be the only God on Earth. Then it all would be just and fair for the magical people

Well, HE FUCKING FAILED

My man went insane somewhere along the way and now is absolutely deranged??? We exploded half of Siberia trying to engulf the world in a gigantic time-loop and created monsters- NOT ONLY did he drain his own powers, oh no, he did so with his followers and EVERYONE TURNED INTO FUCKING BEASTS WHO HUNT PECULIARS FOR SPORT

He was all like: "we should meet there and do the thing and all the world will be ours, we can exterminate every non-magical person and then I rule"

And then everyone turned into enormous invisible monsters who stink real bad. (Like Pax, who appeared in Lanterns part 3)

No worries tho, most of his followers went back to normal and now don't hunt peculiars to eat, just for sport because that is okay 👍

He was heavily inspired by both Voldemort from Harry Potter and Caul from MPHFPC

Yeah now he wants all of Blithe's crew dead because they ares professionals in fucking up his plans (can't do shit nowadays or those pirate bitches get in the way 🙄🙄🙄)

Yeha. Sorry this was not organized AT ALL, but I just can't organize my brain when i'm talking about this bitchy gremlin

He's smiling at you. He will not steal your soul (probably)

[ereviews]

Icarus or An Angel

In “A Very Old Man With Enormous Wings” by Gabriel García Márquez, readers start with a sick boy and a family trying to care for him by clearing crabs. While this family takes care of their son, a man with huge wings crashes onto the beach near them. They decide to exploit him for financial gain. They put him on display and charged people to see him and touch him. The clergy of the area suspect him of being an angel. They then start to stop having revenue when a girl who was changed into a spider is brought into the village. Eventually, after quite a bit of time, the man with wings can escape. In the closing, we can see that the mother can see him fly away, but she doesn't care.

In true short story fashion, we don’t get to know the characters of this story very well. We get to how the community interacts with new events and each other. I thought Márquez did a good job of letting us know about the plot and the allusions in the story.

The narrator is impartial throughout this story. We don’t have an unreliable narrator here. While I don’t know if it would have made the story better or worse, I would have loved to see an unreliable narrator, maybe even in the first person from the child who was sick. I think the 3rd person point of view wasn’t the best for this. I would have preferred a first-person view from someone in the story.

I think this story highlights the goldfish quality of humans. Many of us have short attention spans (how and why we have those can be debated another time). In Márquez’s story, when the girl who was turned into a spider for disobeying her parents (which by the way, what in the actual hell, that is messed up) shows up in town, everyone flocks to her. The narrator does an excellent job of portraying the cruelty of man, and how we make a spectacle of those who are suffering. Everyone moves away from the man trapped in a cage, to the young girl trapped in a different type of cage. Even when the girl is gone, the town has gotten its fill of the man and is now bored of him.

Can we talk about the family? Respectfully, they are bitches, assholes if you want to be polite. I find them to be reminiscent of diarrhea. They take someone who is a being capable of making informed decisions and use him for financial gain. This characterization is done well. The narrator is impartial, letting us learn our anger without truly commentating on it.

I feel the need to point out the final scene of the story. The man escapes and the woman watches him do so. She is like “Good riddance.” What an asshole. I think the best way to present an antagonist in a short story is how Márquez did it here. The antagonist is a bad person and we don’t have to spend time debating it, we can just focus on the meat of the story. I prefer having people who I can hate from the beginning.

I think it is interesting how they portray the man with wings. We are led to assume that the man with wings is an angel. He can perform miracles when touched, however, they are of the useless variety. My opinion is that useless miracles happen for two reasons. First, he is injured. When he crashed, he most likely became injured. Kinda like how when you hurt your ankle, you start to limp. The other reason I think these useless miracles occur is because he is not giving them willingly. They happen because random people touch him. I think in the old man’s prime, he is able or was able to perform full-bodied miracles. Now the next question is if this man is a (biblical) angel. I think this is what we are led to believe, however I think there is a chance that man is a reference to Icarus. However, if this is a reference to Icarus (or an angel for that matter), then I think it is not very well portrayed. I think a better portrayal of emotion and action from the angel could help to better define what exactly we are dealing with. If this is Icarus with some god-touched powers from who-knows-where, then we should be seeing a frantic man. Someone who is fighting against everything around him, slapping away anyone who touched him. With an angel, we should see some typical portrayal of prayer, or maybe something divine to help the old man. If this is a fallen angel, then maybe some cursing of God or maybe the author describes the beauty of the man (as fallen angels are supposed to be stunning). I just think something along those lines, or honestly, something wildly out of the ordinary would make the story better.

[hotdamnhunnam]

All Fucking Mine, Bitch

A/N: So here’s the first of many fics for my Dirty Little Secret series!!! 😋 This one is from the ‘Somewhat Filthy’ list (which I’ll be alternating with the ‘Super Kinky’ fics). Just a short little piece about you being Jax Teller’s most precious treasure, and him proving it in the best way ever...

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, rough sex, multiple orgasms, cum play obsession (Jax cumming deep inside you and all over you, his most precious possession) Request: This Dirty Little Secret request (anon)

Word Count: ~1k

Note: As explained in this post, this ‘Dirty Little Secret’ series consists of fics that I had originally written for another character/celebrity, which I’m repurposing for characters of Charlie! So if the characterization ever seems a little off, please don’t judge me too harshly 🙂

Imagine... an AU in which Jax ditched the biker lifestyle and instead became a rich, famous, successful movie star who lives in a big mansion. I know I could’ve just used Charlie himself for this fic instead, but I opened up prompts for requests, and for this premise Jax was requested! ✨

Jackson Teller is a man of many possessions. He is rich and successful and powerful, drowning in money and love from his millions of fans. He lives like a king, loaded with fancy things, from his cars and mansions, to his clothing and shoes.

Teller literally has it all. Owns the world. There is nothing this man couldn’t claim if he wanted to. And yet more than anything else, life itself, the most precious thing that he will ever possess... is his girl. Although you can't believe it's true, that girl is you.

Jax loves to prove it to his little princess; it's his favorite thing to do. He's honestly obsessed. And it's the motherfucking best. Every chance that he gets, he spends hours in bed with you, cuddling and making love when you're both in the mood to be tender and soft, or else savagely slamming his cock into all of your holes when you'd rather play rough. 

He always fills you up so deliciously full with his heavenly cum, the sweet cream of his love. His baby girl is his whole world, as he is yours. He knows that you love being his whore and will always want more. You just can't get enough.

Tonight, you two have just gotten home from a swanky event socializing with other celebrities. Jax was eager to leave, since too many of the strangers in attendance had been very rude, shamelessly staring at you throughout the evening like a fine piece of food, making comments to him about how you're so cute, and so pretty. Some men even tried to touch, squeezing your ass when they asked for a hug. Nothing else pisses him off so damn much. Your man is possessive as fuck.

You're his girl. And he wants everybody to know it, the whole fucking world. You belong to Jackson: you are his possession, his to own. His alone. He would rip off your dress and ravage you right in front of everyone else, if he could... but he exercises restraint, since he has a respectable image that he should maintain, here in Hollywood. 

Still, he is desperate to prove it to you in private—fill you up with his cum, mark you up as his slut—once you two get back home. Fuck you real fucking good.

As soon as you step through the front doors, he strips off your clothes, and his own, throwing them to the floor.

He wastes no time at all, slamming your back into the wall. Pressing and blessing your naked body with the full strength of his. Claiming your mouth in a hot, heavy kiss. 

Taking hold of your wrists, pinning them to the wall right above your head, knowing his dominance gets you dripping wet, both your hands locked in the tight grip of one of his fists. You can feel his enormous cock, already hard as a rock, as he grabs it and rubs the slick tip against your pussy lips.

Jax grinds powerfully into you, groaning in pleasure as he hears your breathing hitch, feels your cunt tremble and twitch. "You're all fucking mine, bitch."

With one hand firmly twined in your hair, he drags you to the kitchen, bends you over the counter and spreads your legs open so he can start fucking you there. The sheer size and power of his big, perfect dick has you trembling and gasping for air. You're both moaning in bliss, set to cum any second, like this... 

But before that can happen, all of a sudden Jax pulls out and throws you right over his shoulder, like you're a damn rag doll, as if you weigh nothing at all, his hands playfully groping and smacking your ass as he takes you upstairs.

By the time he reaches the master suite and flings you down onto his sumptuous bed, your ass is turning red. The color of his love and his ownership, labeling you as his bitch, so that no one can ever forget. He then leans down to hover above your body, reaching to pat your head. Smiling fondly as he strokes your hair like his good little pet. Then he gets back to business, devouring your mouth and showering your neck with passionate kisses. 

He fucks you in your soaking wet cunt first, pumping and pounding you to pieces till he fucking bursts. The moment he explodes, filling you with his thick creamy load... is exactly when your pussy squirts. When it comes to timing, just like everything else, Jackson Teller is a fucking expert.

Though your mind is so thoroughly blown, sending you to a whole other zone, you know you won't have time to recover; this definitely isn't over. He still has to shove his delicious dick deep into your slutty throat, to quench all of your thirst, making you gag and choke as you swallow and slurp. 

Then your tight little ass, hard and fast, till it hurts—which is just how you like it, of course. 

To end, Jax will straddle your chest and start fucking your tits, till he cums yet again, jerking off his big beautiful cock across your face and torso, covering every inch of your skin with his pearly white load, fucking smothering you in it.

Once all of that is finished, you smile up at him in bliss and thank him for the privilege of serving as his bitch. He mirrors your smile with murmurs of praise and affection as he helps you clean every drop of his cum, sweeping it from your body and watching you lick it all off of his fingers, sucking on his thumb. 

Then he finally leans down to kiss you once all of the cleanup is done. You hold each other close, moaning how much you love each other even though you both already know. The haven of his arms, all safe and warm, is just as soft as it is hard, cradling your body and your heart, steady and strong. You're bound to keep on making out like lovebirds all night long.

This is your life as Jackson's most precious possession. This is where you belong: to him, only to him. The illustrious Jax Teller owns many things... but he loves only one.

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 05 (second part)

(Masterpost) (Continued from Episode 05 first part, over here)

Breaking News: Zewu-Jun Continues to be Handsome

Just. Look at that man. 

Water Ghost Field Trip

Lans Xichen and Wangji are going ghost hunting and the Yunmeng boys want in. For a simple "can we come?" conversation, a whole lot happens here. Lan Wangji uses his mouth to say he definitely does not want these boys to come while using the rest of his face to secretly beg his brother to invite them.

Corporate recruiter Wei Wuxian advocates for Wen Qing, talking up her skills, and then does the same for Wen Ning.  He pays careful attention to what everyone is good at, and advocates specifically based on their abilities. While Wen Ning makes heart eyes at him.  

That’s my future dark master

Wei Wuxian also promises to protect Wen Ning, which he ultimately does for the rest of his first life. Wen Qing gives both Jiang boys a genuine sweet smile, and dismantles another anti-WWX ward or two, while still being very protective of her brother's secret.

Lan Xichen says yes to everybody. Lan Xichen is that indulgent elder sibling who's just a bit too old to play with you after school, but will take you to the park when he isn't too busy with varsity and debate club. [OP mentally hugs her third older brother]

Back at the Inn

Fastidious local boy dislikes dust; plans to build house on corpse pile

They get to town and Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian check into a room together. LAN XICHEN WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Each of these boys came to this town with his own brother, but they are rooming together, how did this even happen?

(more after the cut)

Does this mean Lan Xichen and Jiang Cheng are rooming together? and if so are they going to have a hot but ultimately meaningless one-night stand while each pines for the person they truly desire? 

Wen Qing is rooming with her own brother, and the other hot girl cultivators stayed back in Gusu. Wen Qing never catches a break.

The innkeeper tells the Hardy Boys cultivators that there’s a shark ghosts in the lake and they’re going to have to close the beaches in the middle of July, oh dear. 

Lan Wangji takes a lingering look at one of the beds and then goes to sit at the desk. Wei Wuxian tries to chat with him, fails, and goes and lies down on the bed.  They’re not quite getting along yet but they’re moving in that direction, like when you bring a shelter cat home and introduce it to your established cat. Wei Wuxian is obviously the stray tabby in this metaphor, while Lan Wangji is one of those stuck-up Blue Russians. 

Physically they are setting the template for many of their future domestic interactions, in which in which Lan Wangji meditates or plays guqin at his desk while Wei Wuxian lays in bed recovering from his latest physical or spiritual injury. 

Walk from Dock to Dock

Instead of taking a boat from the dock directly outside the inn, the cultivators walk through a bunch of random countryside.  How does anyone around here sell their fish, if the lake isn’t next to the town?

Wei Wuxian chats with Lan Xichen, laying out his case for why all the recent weirdness is connected. Lan Wangji, who has been shut out of his brother’s thinking on all of this, listens super carefully. Lan Xichen straight up lies and says “nuh-uh” and then walks faster to get away, so Wei Wuxian tries grilling Lan Wangji instead.

At this point WWX reveals that he, terrifyingly, shares Lan Xichen’s ability to tell what Lan Wangji is thinking by looking at his face.

Lan Wangji distracts him by pouring out his wine. This isn't LWJ being puritanical; he's escaping from the conversation by using the power of pettiness.

This works perfectly, getting Wei Wuxian to completely drop the subject and allowing Lan Wangji to make a run for it.

Note: Lan Wangji may have just now made up the “No Liquor on Night Hunts” rule, because Wei Wuxian asks him “why don’t I know that?” and if anyone knows Lan Clan rules at this point, it’s Wei Wuxian. 

R-A-G-G M-O-P-P Rag Mop

They take a bunch of boats and all stand in the middles of the boats while they use magic, presumably, to move the boats and also to keep from falling the fuck over because you're not supposed to stand up in a boat, assholes.

Cue JAWS music.

Wei Wuxian cleverly spots a rag mop on Lan Wangji’s boat. I would like to know where the Department of Dubious Effects sources their goddamn nerve, because we are in Classic Doctor Who territory with these mop monsters.

Wei Wuxian is out here being impressive, and Lan Wangji is doing his good goddamnest to not be impressed, and to be a sulky bitch while he's at it. He rejects Wei Wuxian’s explanation for why he splashed water on his boat, and rejects this friendly shoulder bump, telling Wei Wuxian to stay away from him.

Look at how Wei Wuxian reacts to that. He is dangerously close to being done with Lan Wangji’s bullshit.

He is opening the fight playbook here. He takes a big ol’ step over the boundary that Lan Wangji just set, which means the first phase has begun.

Let’s take a moment to appreciate the not-at-all suggestive framing and prop placement in that shot.

Lan Xichen is amused at these two extremely deadly extremely horny youngsters getting ready to kill and/or make out with each other.

Suibian

Before this can turn into a fight, the water mops start attacking and Wei Wuxian gets to show off his sword skills. 

Wei Wuxian’s crazy high level of cultivation always makes Lan Wangji weak in the knees, which is part of why it’s so distressing for LWJ when WWX gives up the sword during the Sunshot campaign.  Cultivation is the heart of their romance, and while Dark Wei Ying is also a high-level cultivator, Lan Wangji isn’t ready to share his narrow path until much later. 

Lan Wangji is impressed enough to ask Wei Wuxian about his sword, and is rewarded with the most Wei Wuxian answer ever, as he explains why he named his sword “Whatever.” 

The important relationship being shown in this moment is not Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, but Wei Wuxian and Suibian. You can see how he loves it and it's like he's talking about his pet. 

And it loves him back, as we later learn. This comfortable symbiosis is part of what he gives up when he sacrifices his core.

Jiang Cheng gets injured by a seaweed mop and Dr. Wen hops over to help him and look at his leg, leaving Wen Ning alone in his boat. This doesn't actually cause a problem for Wen Ning because he's a very strong cultivator. 

Later, as the Ghost General, he's more formidable than any other fierce corpse out there, and he is harder for Xue Yang to control than Song Lan is. Which means he’s right now he’s probably one of the more powerful cultivators of his generation in spite of his youth and his wandering-soul problem. 

Dance of the Water Ghosts

Now things start to get dicey. Wen Ning notices the color of the water is wrong and Lan Wangji correctly deduces what the water ghosts are doing. Then Wei Wuxian correctly identifies the water demon. As a corporate teambuilding exercise this is going very well, but as a night hunt it is maybe a little more dangerous than expected. 

Lan Wangji says everyone needs to ride their swords and all of the actors fling their arms out in a T and pretend they’re not just standing there in front of the camera. It’s so fucking ridiculous I can’t even.

However, it’s even worse when they show them standing on the swords. It’s SO MUCH WORSE when they show them standing on the swords.

Back to Corporate Strengths Finder 2.0: Su She has no strengths, just weaknesses. Instead of riding his sword he wants to take one last swipe at a rag mop. He sends his sword into the water and it loses its bluetooth connection and he can't get it to come back out.

The entire group of Lan clan disciples hop up into the air on their swords and not one of them tries to help Su She, which is hilarious.  

Sweet baby Wen Ning, however, being a good lad, does go help him, and gets possessed, oops. 

Wei Wuxian grabs Wen Ning and flinches when he sees his white eyes, but hangs on to him. 

When Lan Wangji sees that Wei Wuxian is in danger he makes this face and goes and grabs him and Su She.

A hilarious midair conversation ensues, along with some relationship negotiation. Wangji is touch starved and aims to keep it that way. At least in public.

Lan Xichen fires up the battle flute and seals the water demon and oh my god how is he so elegant and beautiful?

What’s Wrong With The Baby

Wei Wuxian back at the Inn is checking on Wen Ning in a genuinely concerned way, having basically signed on as a co-elder sibling at this point, sensing that Wen Ning is broken. Wei Wuxian is friendly with everybody but he's particularly protective of anyone who's hurt.

Wen Qing shows up and tells him quite directly to get the fuck out, but he surprises her by understanding what's up with Wen Ning and making it clear that he's on her side as far as care for Wen Ning goes, while he still knows that she's up to something.

Giving Gifts to Girls, Yunmeng Brothers Style

Wei Wuxian: I deduced that your beloved brother has no personal firewall and can be possessed easily in spite of his high cultivation level, so I used my expertise to make a special talisman that can protect him from invasion by hostile entities. Here, even if you and I are sorta enemies I want him to have this. Also I’m going to throw in a casual acknowledgement of your professional expertise.

Jiang Cheng: I bought you a comb

Squeeze This

Wei Wuxian tosses an approximately testicle-sized loquat fruit to Lan Wangji and Lan Wangji catches it without looking, and an ENORMOUS romantic music cue swells up. 

Then he rejects it and throws it back. He doesn't, of course, just avoid catching it in the first place because that wouldn’t be elegant and pointed enough. In a later episode, when they begin travelling together, Wei Wuxian will announce his presence in this same way, throwing a loquat fruit at to Lan Wangji, who will catch it and keep it.

Wei Wuxian tosses the rejected loquat over to Jiang Cheng, who catches it, not realizing he is going to be Wei Wuxian’s second choice man in every instance from this point onward. 

Outtro

Soundtrack

Jaws music obvs

WuJi aka Wanxian which is playing constantly when they are in the library, presumably this is the sound in LWJ’s head

Lookin’ Out My Back Door by CCR

Nothing, from A Chorus Line

Rag Mop by the Ames Brothers (warning before you google it: this will give you a permanent earworm)

Writing prompt: Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng explore Gusu while WWX is stuck in the library  

Restless Rewatch Episode 06 is here!

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have an infopost i wrote for copy-kun rp a little while back

Visual: The copy is a 6’3” tall, fair-skinned, human-looking man with feathery purple hair. He’s probably actually fairly muscular under his clothes- he’s certainly quite strong- but in a sinewy way.

He often has his eyes shut in imitation of the blind man he’s cloned from. When they’re open, they’re his most striking feature: He has one dark green eye and one golden eye. The pupils are also mismatched, with the green eye having a fairly normal pupil but the golden eye’s pupil being narrower and slitted.

Fashion: The copy is usually dressed in old clothes of Rezo’s- his “standard” outfit is a white robe tied with a metal cincher, a bright red cloak, a blue-green over-cloak, and a silvery headband that hides the control ruby embedded in his forehead.

He doesn’t really dress this way by choice so in anything set post-canon he’ll probably switch to something else, and what that is will be mostly dependent on context. You can broadly assume that he’ll avoid wearing red things and any hats/anything that touches his forehead, but beyond that he hasn’t developed a personal sense of style.

Demeanor: While the copy can and often tries to mimic the overall serene demeanor of his progenitor, it’s a very thin veneer and he slips easily into surliness, brashness, or mania. He has something of a case of Resting Bitch Face, and even his smiles often have a bit of an edge to them.

Aural: The copy has a deep voice that’s actually quite pleasant when he isn’t shouting, laughing villainously, etc. He’s well-spoken, with an educated accent.

Olfactory: Besides his own personal scent, the copy usually has a slightly musty scent clinging to him, courtesy of spending much of his time wearing old clothes and shut up in a spare lab room. You can also occasionally catch hints of disinfectant/alcohol, and blood.

Mental Information: ~bad~

More usefully- the copy has an odd psychology, being simultaneously very young (no more than a few years old personally) and carrying memories, experience, and knowledge from a man who was over a hundred years old. He’s functionally an adult, but one with some definite maturity issues, particularly when it comes to emotional regulation, assessment of long-term consequences, and, um, basic morality?

He is capable of improving on this point, showing some regret as he’s on his deathbed and the weight of his actions appears to at least partly sink in. So he’s not a hopeless cause! But he does have a lot of anger and resentment that combines poorly with the aforementioned maturity issues and the fact that he has deadly magic powers at his disposal.

Magical Information: Canon is a little vague on the exact nature of the copy, but he has an enormous magic capacity which allows him to cast devastatingly powerful spells. Even the most powerful of sorcerers find him a force to be reckoned with, and non-magic users will likely be ineffectual at best against him unless they have a trick up their sleeve.

It’s likely that he is also capable of casting powerful healing magic, due to being copied from a famous white mage, though we don’t see him use it in series.

However, unless he is fused with the demon beast Zanaffar (or has a similar way to compensate), the copy has an unspecified physical fragility which means that after exerting himself magically he has to rest for a long period of time.

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Silva Lining (Saul Silva x Reader) Chapter 6 pt2

Here you have it peeps. Part 2 of chapter 6! I’m really enjoying writing this story and if anyone has watched the original Winx cartoon you’ll recognise some bits in this chapter. Also, wanted to let you know that if you've watched Fate: the winx saga, my fic is mostly based off that timeline, however, I won't be following it exactly if you’re wondering why certain events haven't happened already etc... 

Warnings: Swearing/bullying?

Word count: 2.3k

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Oh god. You didn’t want to turn toward the voice, scared of what you were about to encounter. Saul visibly stiffened and not in the good way. If he was a cat the hair would be standing up on the back of his neck and he’d be poised to attack. His eyes looked at you quickly, it was a pleading look, one that you weren’t sure you like the look of. 

“I thought It was your handsome face I saw from over there, fancy seeing you here.” The girl was still walking towards the booth and hadn’t seen you yet, you were on the side with your back facing her so were shielded still, until she got closer. You turned your head and instantly were hit with a wave of unexplained anxiety. It was like for a moment you had gone straight back to being that small, un wanted shell of a girl Saul had found months ago cowering on the forrest floor. 

She was tall, slim, blonde and gorgeous, a lot of things you weren’t, you were total opposites. Where she wore a tight fitting figure hugging dress that showed off all her assets, and you meant ALL, you wore more of a muted outfit, sticking to your traditional fashion sense of white and black. Granted it was a date, you had made an effort to look nicer, no ripped skinny jeans this time, just normal black ones with platform Vans and a white sequinned top you’d borrowed from Stella, your leather biker jacket slung over the booth next to you. You noticed she was a lot older than you too, if you had to guess she was probably around 28, a lot closer to the age of your man sitting across from you. Her lips were a bold red, pearly white teeth shinning as she grinned at Saul.. until she noticed you sitting across from him. 

“Oh you have company?” She said it more like a question rather than a statement, like she was surprised he was here with anyone. The woman crossed her arms rather matter of factly and didn’t hesitate in looking you up and down, subtly not her forte. The grin she was giving you made you a little nervous, gone was the one she wore for Silva, now this one was different, something crazy behind the woman’s eyes, almost predatory. 

“And you are?” She looked straight at you, cocking her head, who the hell did she think she was. Saul was still quiet, you think shocked was the better word for it. Then he seemed to snap right out of it when he heard how you were being talked to. 

“Glamour, this is my girlfriend Y/N.” Her whole face changed from a wicked smile to a look of disgust. 

“You can’t be serious.” God if she was trying to make you feel any smaller she was surly succeeding. Now this, is what you called a Queen B, grade A Biatch! She would even give Stella a run for her money. “This, is what you left me for?” She shook her head in disgust and then even had the audacity to laugh. Sauls fists tightened, you slipped your foot back to his leg and moved it slightly, a reassuring touch.

“You know, I thought it was just a temporary thing, it’s only been two and a bit months after all, I thought it was just you getting stressed about going back to Alfea, but obviously you had ulterior motives.” What, wait, did she just say two and a bit months.. that means.. he was still dating this bitch when you had moved into Alfea and he was training you. In that moment you felt like an idiot. God, how could you have been so stupid, of course he would be going out with someone like her, she was perfect, everything a man could want, then there was you, a broken outcast who had no where to call home. What if you were just his charity case? The negatives thoughts came creeping in but you tried to push them down, you hadn’t felt this insecure in a long time. The booth seemed to crackle with energy, then you realised thin black clouds of fog hovering around you. Your powers were out of whack, it tended to happen when you were so emotional you couldn’t contain them. The woman looked a little rattled and Saul looked even more pissed. 

“Glamour, that was in the past, we weren’t anything but a fling, you didn’t mean anything to me and I didn’t mean anything to you, whereas, Y/N, means everything to me. Now if you don’t mind, me and my girl are trying to enjoy our date. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.” Obviously she wasn’t used to being talked to the way Saul had because she let out an almighty screech of annoyance and stormed off, her heels clacking away on the tiled floor. 

“When you get bored with your pet project and want a real woman you know where to find me.” Was her last comment before she made her dramatic exit. You let out the breath you’d been holding, unable to look Saul in the eyes, willing the tears of embarrassment to magically disappear from your face, that was one thing your magic wasn’t good for. 

“Darling look at me.” You clenched your jaw as Saul hooked a finger under your face, lifting your chin, your glossy eyes meeting his. “She was nothing to me, nothing I promise you.. As soon as I knew I had feelings for you I cut all ties baby please believe me, you’re the only one I want, the only one.” You wiped the stray tear from your face hurriedly, Sauls face falling into a frown, he stood and slid into the same booth as you wrapping you in his big arms. You felt yourself calm. You felt safe again and you could tell he was telling the truth. Insecurities was a thing you’d struggled with forever, so you weren’t that surprised that they had creeped in, if there was one thing you did know, it’s that you trusted Saul with every fibre of your being.

He was right, the coffee in Magix was a billion times better than the coffee on earth. Heck, it didn’t even compare, you left the little place feeling buzzed and full of yummy goodness. Saul grabbed your hand, incasing it in his, the softness of you skin contrasting with his calloused fingers. It felt right. 

“You ready to head home baby or do you want to check out a couple of shops first?” He had pulled you into his side, your head just meeting the top part of his chest, you snuggled into him, the warmth of his body radiating towards you. You should have been a little tired, it had been a fun filled morning, but the coffee was something you would need to adjust to, you were wide awake and felt like you could run a marathon. 

“I saw a book shop on the way to the ice rink that I wanted to check out, and a clothes store that looked like it was kind of my thing, do you think we could stay a bit longer?” You craned your neck to look up at him, his grey eyes peering back at you, his mouth turned up into a charming smile. 

“Sure sweetheart, do you remember how to get to the book store? While you’re there, there’s someone I need to talk to quickly about guard business..” He stroked his hand over your hair as you nodded your head, giving you a sweet peck on your forehead. “Just text me the name of the clothes shop you go to and i’ll meet you there okay? No wondering off..” He looked more serious at that part and you stood on your tiptoes to give him a reassuring kiss. 

“Sure thing Sir.” With a wink you turned around, Saul slapping your ass playfully before you were out of reach which earned a giggle from you, gosh, that man. 

It hadn’t taken long for you to retrace your steps to the wonderful looking bookshop you’d seen earlier that morning. The doors were heavy when you pushed them open and stepped into the most beautiful place you’d ever seen. You had always been a sucker for books, the nerd side of you squealed in delight. It was one of the things on earth that helped you escape reality, reading and imagining running away to different worlds, wether it was Wonderland, Forks or Hogwarts. What surprised you most about the shop was it was a lot bigger than you thought it would be, like stepping into a Tardis, reasonably sized on the outside, enormous on the inside. 

You stepped forward tentatively, taking in your surroundings and the book smell that seemed to linger in the air. A woman with half moon shaped glassed that were perched on the end of her nose was sitting at the front desk, to you it seemed more like a library, maybe it was a bit of both. She looked up when she heard your footsteps, greeting you with a kind, grandmotherly like smile.

“Hello dear, can I help you with anything today?” That’s when you proceeded to tell her it was your first time in Magix and she talked you through everything. In the end you were lead to a space in the middle of the books, a round circle shape carved out in the middle of the stalls with an alter in the middle. 

“This is the book alter, you ask the alter for the name of book you’re searching for, a subject or anything you can think of, and the shop will do the rest.” Of course it was magic too, you had to get used to the idea that everything would be now. A magic search browser, you could get used to that. The lady moved on, returning to her perch behind her desk. 

“Okay okay, lets try…” You were thinking about what to ask for when the dream you’d had that day in the hospital came back to you.

“Find me anything on the ‘Dragon Soul.” the mystical voice had mentioned in in your hazy state and you naturally wanted to know more about where you’d maybe come from and what your powers were. A couple of books floated forward, one was a fictional book that was about mystical creatures, not what you were looking for, the other was labeled, “A brief history of the realms.” That one didn’t have a price, it had a coloured sticker, which meant you could take it out for a certain amount of time, just like a library, the different colours represent the time you can take it for. You sighed thinking that was all the place had to offer, millions of books and only one worth your time? Then you heard it. The creaking and slamming of iron. The gates opposite you held the restricted area, only accessible for teachers and higher people of power. A few books were battering themselves against the bars, trying to make their way towards you. Just before a shocked voice rounded the corner, a couple of the smaller books managed to squeeze through the bars and fly into your awaiting arms. Books had started flying all about you, something wrong with the altar. You ducked behind it for cover, almost knocked out by a fairy dictionary thicker than a brick. 

“Stop!” You were relieved when the elderly librarian had arrived, making the books cease in mid air, the attack halted. “Sorry my dear, I don’t know what happened, the altar doesn’t normally behave like this.” She looked at you worriedly. Before she noticed you had the books under your top, you thanked her and made your way to the front doors, only checking out the book that had come to you first, while the other two remained hidden.  

Saul had done exactly what he said he’d do, you had text him as soon as you’d cleared the book store, luckily the ones you wanted to keep hidden managed to fit inside the small shoulder bag you’d brought along. It didn’t take long for your man to come walking around the corner, a spring in his step and smile on his face when his eyes set upon you standing at the boutique. 

“Did you find what you were looking for princess?” He pulled you into him, as if you’d been away for ages when it had only been 20 minutes. 

“Yup, the books went crazy in there and almost took me out but I got what I went for, I think.” With that you both walked into the boutique, you weren’t planning on buying anything really, just wanted to have a look about, it had been months since you’d had a look around stores, it was nice to have a bit of normalcy. While Saul sat in the designated boyfriend seat, it didn’t take long for something to catch your eye. A black lacy dress that would be perfect for your birthday next week. You’d also snuck over to the lingerie section, looking for something more on the risqué side, it was as much a treat for you as it would be for Saul, but he wasn’t to know that yet. You’d managed to try on and pay for your items before he’d realised anything. 

“That was quick what did you get?” He stood, stretching his arms above his head, his tight t-shirt rising slightly revealing the trail of hair from his belly button all the way down to…. your head shot up when you heard Saul clear his throat, he was smirking at you, one eyebrow raised. Cocky bastard. You playfully shoved him and rolled your eyes, making your way back into the street.

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out Mr Silva.”

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