#the roleplay may have practically died but we still talk about it all the time

[iwavibes]

first off i’d like to say i rlly love your writing🥺🥺 and i want to thank you for sharing your work with us!!! ive read ur whole masterlist and it’s all so so good! i’m obsessed w pretty setters 🥰 i was mayhaps .... wondering if you could write something maid cafe related w either suga, kageyama or kenma? 😳 u don’t have to obviously KDNDKNDKS anyways hope you have a good day today!!!

AAAAA IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE PRETTY SETTERS SO FAR!! you're so sweet omg lemme give u a kith this made my whole day 😩💞 it's 11PM rn so this might be a bit of a mess 😭 fingers crossed that my tired brain won't fuck this up 🤞 finished this at around 12AM NSKSJSKM i hope you like this anon 💕💗

hq reacting to y/n working at a maid cafe

---sugawara, kageyama & kenma

sugawara koushi

sugawara is very adventurous like he'd be all out on trying new stuff

may it be food, hobbies, anything.

man is a knitting legend and he only went to one (1) lesson 😩

king shit 👑✊

so when noya suddenly dragged him to a maid cafe, he didn't think much of it

he was already used to his friend's pervy tendencies

why he was hanging out with him on his own was a mystery

he would quickly scan the menu, eyeing the pictures of cute food along with whatever dish sounds appetizing enough

his concentration was cut off, however, when he heard a familiar voice

even tho you purposefully raise your voice up a notch this man would still know that it's you

he'd blush furiously as soon as his eyes meet yours and seeing you in a cute maid outfit really did not help his case

you'd freeze as soon as you processed the identities of the customers in front of you mostly at suga

noya would eye the two of you knowingly, a somewhat proud smirk on his face

"NOYA I TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL ANYBODY"

"really??? must have slipped my mind."

you wanted to kill him

you would try to get back into character very awkwardly if i might add and suga would just stare at you in disbelief

was this why you always rejected him whenever he asked you out?

my boy would be having a whole ass epiphany and now he's seeing you in a whole new light

"and you, senpai?"

still, even with all these new information, he can keep his cool and tell you what he wanted smoothly.

after that, everything would be going smoothly

but then, as time passes you notice that sugawara hasn't left yet and noya is nowhere to be seen.

by the time your shift ends, he'd stand up from his seat and jog towards you with a smile

"since your shift is over, is it okay for me to take you out? or atleast walk you home?"

and tbh how could you say no to that

"you know, you could've told me that you were working during the weekends. now i feel bad for trying to keep you away from your job." he said as he walked you home.

"well... working outside school campus is strictly prohibited and i didn't want to take any chances. only one of my friends know about it and noya only found out by accident." you explained. "i'm sorry if i made you feel like i didn't trust you."

"it's okay! i totally understand why you didn't tell me. at least now i know when you get off work, this way i can walk you home everyday." he beamed.

you feel your heart pound in your chest at his words, heat slowly spreading across your cheeks as you look at him in shock.

"that is, if it's okay with you?" he stopped walking before turning his body to you. politely awaiting your answer. you nodded your head slowly and sugawara can't help but smile wider.

"you're very admirable, y/n."

kageyama tobio

unlike sugawara, kageyama is a very awkward dude

he lost a bet against hinata and now it was time for his punishment

kageyama may be the king of the court and he may look like the coolest man alive whenever he's on the court but thats about it

everything else, this poor boy is really clueless and awkward someone save him

so while they were walking around town, hinata trying to figure out what to make kageyama do, they passed by the maid cafe you work out

believe me when i tell you a light bulb suddenly sprouted from the tangerine's head

all he needed to do was go inside the cafe and buy some milk

simple stuff

but you should remember that this guy is so awkward and unaware that it can be painful just to look at him try to fit in

and soon kageyama finds himself walking to the cafe, money in hand, as he tried psyching himself out as he steps nearer to the entrance

'i can do this'

'i defeated oikawa so this will just be a piece of cake'

'boke hinata boke'

when he does enter the cafe, he opened the door too hard, making all the customers and employees turn to the sound

this boy would be glaring as he walked to the nearest empty seat

i kid you not everyone is terrified of this boy rn

and he's embarrassed enough as is because of how loud he opened the door and now everyone was looking at him 😭

baby just wants some milk 😩

it gets worse once he sees the person that will be serving him

bc wow have you seen yourself???? you're fucking hot bRO

stutters. A LOT.

and you can't help but to smirk at his flustered state.

"uhhh... m-milk please?" this was the guy everyone is scared of? you wanted to ask your co workers. it's just kageyama. the boy in your class who failed that one exam and practically begged you to tutor him. this?? this is who you're scared of?

you raised a brow teasingly at his state. "of course! would that be all, master?"

this guy literally chokes on his own spit while shaking his head frantically. you chuckled before walking away to get his drink.

"here you are, sir." you say as you settled the glass on his table. taking the money from his outstretched hand. no words. he just wants you to take the money and save him from further embarrassment.

"you know, you may be scary on the court but you're actually very adorable, tobio-chan."

ERROR kageyama.exe has stopped working

kozume kenma

if you guys thought kageyama was bad then... you right kenma is just behind him by a scratch

unlike his fellow setter, kenma can still form words when he saw you

why was he in a maid cafe in the first place? simple;; kuroo

it was one of the rare instances where his best friend actually managed to get him out of the house

and now he's salty

has a permanent frown etched on his face the whole walk to the cafe >:(

and kuroo would be talking away, unbothered by his friend's attitude and now here they were

"you know i've always wanted to come here. i heard they serve really tasty milkshakes."

"kuroo."

"yeah?"

"shut up."

he'd start playing on his phone while kuroo scolds him about how unhealthy it was to play games this much

but kenma remains unbothered

however, the moment he sees you, boi is already lost

he'd stare at you for a long time until you hear the small sfx indicating that he died.

he couldn't care less tho as he pocketed his phone inside his hoodie

kuroo quirked a brow at his friend before turning to you

"y/n! i didn't know you worked here."

"im trying to buy the latest installment of [insert random game here] so i need the money."

wow,, can you be any more perfect?

rn kenma's brain is already whirring with thoughts as he pictured this as one of his roleplay games

y/n says: so what will you be having?

choices: [banana] [latte] [ps4]

he picks the latte

"coming right up!"

and for the first time that day, kenma smiles

"oya?" kuroo spoke up the moment he sees his friend's upturned lips. "what's this?"

his face turned into a scowl again as he glared at his friend. "none of your business."

kuroo smirked, already scheming before standing up. "i'm gonna go to the restroom. watch our food while i'm gone."

"it's not like it's going anywhere." kenma huffed but his raven haired friend was already walking away.

"here are your orders, kenma." you announce, setting the food down on the table. "let me know if you need anything else."

you were just about to walk back to the counter when you suddenly felt a hand stop you by your wrist. you turned around towards a sheepish looking kenma. his eyes landing on every where but you.

"i have that game you're saving up. if you want, we can play it together. it's a multiplayer game right? i haven't started on it because kuroo sucks at shooting games." kenma's voice has always been soft and very quiet. some would've found it hard to understand what he just said but to you, you could hear him as clear as day.

"sure, we can play it this friday if you want?"

kenma nodded, finally lifting his head up to look at you.

"see you on friday then."

[mummybear]

Yes Miss

This Is Day 2 Of RolePlay May

Words: 5506

Warnings: Smut, Sub Dean, Younger Dean, Young Dom Teacher Reader, Detention, Good Boy Talk (Praise Kink), Oral Female and Male Receiving, Back Scratching, Hair Pulling, Orgasm Control, Think That’s It

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Several Douche Friends, Castiel

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summery: Dean Winchester is the cocky jock in school, who winds all of the teachers up to breaking point. However, he doesn’t have quite the same effect on the teaching assistant who takes over for the day. She make sure she shows him just how much of a good boy he can be.

Being a teaching assistant at your old school had proved to be very rewarding in the short time you’d been doing it. You were working beside the best professor in the entire building, at least in your opinion. There were a couple of older kids in the class, who had either been held back or who had decided to do an extra year, they had proved to be a challenge. They always pushed you more, since you weren’t much older than them.

Unfortunately since Mr. Turner wasn’t in today, he was away on a teaching conference, you were left in charge. 

But of all of them the worst by far, was Dean Winchester. He was new here, not that it had stopped him from becoming popular and very quickly. He came across cocky, self assured, in complete control of everyone and everything, almost like he didn’t have a care in the world. 

But you could see the truth.

Walking into the classroom you called for quiet. The chattering noise died down a little when you stood in front of your desk, looking around the room. All except for the older kids, who thought that they were above everyone, including you. 

“Quiet” you called again, louder this time, walking through the lines of desks that were placed around the room, heels clicking with every step you took.

You stopped in your tracks, hearing a snicker of laughter to your right, arching your eyebrow you folded your arms against your chest. Looking down at the main cluster of ‘problem’ students, you cleared your throat. “I’m sorry, is something funny?

“No need to shout sweetheart, we’re just having a conversation” Dean pipes up suddenly, looking up at you with those big green eyes, chin resting on the heel of his hand he smirks.

You scoff a laugh, “Excuse me. Did you just sweetheart me?”

Dean shrugs, a smirk curling his lips. “Yeah, why?” he asks matter of factly. “You look pretty damn sweet” he adds, licking those smirking lips.

“Well, Mr Winchester, lets see how sweet you find this. I will see you in detention when school finishes,” you reply as sternly as possible. 

Watching that smirk disappear, enjoying the nervous swallow that follows.

“You’re kidding right?” he all but stutters, green eyes now wide with complete and utter shock.

“Oh no. I’m deadly serious. You will attend your detention on time and hopefully you’ll learn who’s in charge. Or I will have you back, again and again until you learn” you reply smugly, walking away with an extra swing in your hips, ignoring the snickers from his friends as he tells them to shut it, you lean back against your desk.

“Anyone else?” you question with a smile, the entire class shakes their heads, almost in sync, looking down at their work books waiting for you to start. But you don’t miss the glare that you’re still receiving from Dean.

“Okay, brilliant. Then let’s start shall we!” 

Luckily the class goes well after that, with very few unwanted interruptions. But you could still practically feel Dean glaring at you from across the room. The bell rings informing everyone it’s time for their next lesson, you luckily have a free lesson next, so you’re not in any rush. As usual, the first row of students are also the first to leave, eager to get to their next classes and not be late.

“Mr. Winchester, could I see you for a moment before you leave, please” 

“Yes miss,” he grumbles, his friends shove at his shoulders, laughing as they make jokes about how much trouble he’s in and of course, making sure to wish him a sarcastic good look as they leave the classroom.

The room is silent, except for the shuffle of Dean packing his stuff away and the click clack of your heels against the tiled floor. You lean on the desk table, the one opposite his, which hitches your black pencil skirt higher on your thighs. 

You notice that Dean has paused and his gaze lingers on your legs. You clear your throat causing Dean’s focus to shift, finally looking back at your face. He licks his lips but has the decency to blush about the fact he’s been openly looking at you. You can’t help but smile at how embarrassed he looks, it’s so cute.

“I just wanted to let you know, my detention will be two hours long. So if you had any plans you may want to cancel them” you explain.

Upon hearing his grumble of annoyance you walk to stand in front of his desk, placing your hands on the top, you lean forward and his eyes lock on yours immediately.

“Look, you’re hot okay. I had to try it” he shrugs, looking suddenly very smug again. You notice he’s not looking at you anymore, he’s looking out the classroom door, over your shoulder.

You walk away from him and over to the door. 

“Would you all like a detention for being late to your next classes?” you question sternly, noticing the way they all look between one another.

“Whatever, don’t be such a ball buster” he huffs as he walks away, his remaining friends following behind him.

You turn to Dean closing the door behind you, finding him now standing, leaning against your desk. You take the papers that he’d snagged from your desk out of his hand, dropping them back onto the table top.

Dean watches you closely, the smirk now gone from his plump lips once more. “Your bad boy routine may work on your friends Dean, but it’s not gonna work on me. Clearly I need to pay you a little extra attention from now on” 

His mouth opens and closes a few times, like he’s trying to figure out what to say in reply.

“What does that mean?” he asks nervously, as you come to stand right in front of him.

“It means that you need to learn how to behave yourself in my classroom, because I won’t put up with it. Just because we’re close in age, please understand me here. I’m in charge, not you. Trust me, after today you’ll do as you’re told. Is that clear?” you explain firmly, watching the way his breathing seems to increase with every word.

“Yes m-miss” he practically stutters, eyes casting down suddenly.

‘Oh there he is’ you think to yourself, seeing the way Dean’s responding to your words. 

“Good boy” you practically purr, smiling when he looks back up at you quickly, his pupils blown wider. You hear him groan a curse under his breath, which makes you even more confident you’d been right.

“You’re smart Dean, those guys who you call friends, they don’t know it. You hide it well when you act like such an ass” you tell him honestly, leaning over him you grab the form you’d written for him, you hear him suck in a breath when your body brushes against his.

You hand him the paper which explains that it was your fault that he was late.

“I-uh thanks” he manages to get out, taking the paper from your hand, he slings his backpack over his shoulder and leaves the room, not waiting for a reply. 

The rest of your day goes fairly well, with the small exception of having the older people in the classes still acting up, but nothing compared to what you’d had to deal with earlier that day. With your last class of the day leaving you busy yourself with tidying up the classroom, sending Mr. Turner a quick message to let him know your day had gone well. Just as you close your laptop there’s a quiet knock at the classroom door.

“Come in” you call out, tossing the last of the trash in the bin.

You turn to find Dean entering quietly, until he notices you looking at him. “Um, hi miss. Should I just sit down?” he questions quietly, nodding to the chair he’d been sitting in earlier. 

“Actually Dean, would you mind if we went into my office?” you ask him gently, but it’s not really a question, you’re already walking towards your office with Dean trailing behind you.

Walking inside you wait for Dean to follow you in, before closing the door behind the two of you. You watch as he shrugs off his bag and drops it down by the door, “Take a seat” you smile softly, nodding towards the chair that sits a little way back from your desk.

Dean takes the seat rather quickly, dragging his hands up and down his thighs as he looks up at you expectantly. Leaning down, you rest your hands on the arm rests of his chair, studying the way he shifts under your gaze. The bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallows, his lips part as he licks them slowly.

“Why don’t you pay attention in class Dean?” you ask him quietly, fingers tightening around the arms of the chair.

He looks taken aback for a moment as he stares up at you, fingers tightening around his thighs.

“I-I don’t know, miss. I’m-” he starts to mutter a reply but falls short as your legs press against his knees, he lets them fall open, allowing you to step between them.

“You wanna know what I think?” you ask as your face edges just a little closer to his, he tries to push up higher in his chair as he nods eagerly, green eyes now a much darker shade than before. You hum with a smile, pulling back you step away from him, enjoying the way he slumps back down in the chair slightly.

Your fingers skim along his arm and up his shoulder as you circle him, finally coming to a stop behind him. Leaning in close enough for your breath to ghost over his ear you speak again.

“I think you act like you’re in control, like you’re the typical cocky jock, the bad boy that every girl wants. When in reality you’re a good boy, who likes being controlled, you need someone to look after you. You crave it don’t you?” 

Pausing for a second, you let the words sink in, revelling in the way he’s starting to lean further back with your every word. Not missing the way his breathing has increased, or the way he’s clenching his jaw, trying to hold back the noises he wants to make.

When he doesn’t speak though you move in closer, letting your lips brush against his earlobe. Dean leans into your touch when your hand pushes through the back of his hair, reaching the top of his head. You grip his hair between your fingers, using it to tug his head to the side harshly, finally pulling a moan from those perfect lips.

“Now, I asked you a question Dean, if I was wrong about you being a good boy, then you can always leave, any time you want in fact. You only have to ask, tell me you want out” you explain releasing his hair, walking back around his body to face him. You barely have time to lean back against your desk before he’s shaking his head at you.

“No, miss. Please, I’ll be good” he rushes out, with eyes wide and his fingers wrapped tightly around the arms of the chair he’s sitting on. 

The smile spreading across your lips seems to egg him on even more. 

“You were right. I need it,” he adds quickly, looking up at you with those big green pleading eyes.

Leaning back on your desk you push the paperwork to the side, noticing the obvious and rather impressive bulge in his pants.

“I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you tell me what you need, Dean?” you ask seductively as you remove your jacket and drop it to the floor.

You can tell how nervous he is as he clears his throat, voice shaking as he speaks.

“I really wanna kiss you, I haven’t stopped thinking about it since this morning” 

You hold on your hand out to him with a soft reassuring smile on your lips. Dean’s chewing on his lip still looking up at you like a lost puppy, but he’s also trying to hide his slight smile. 

Finally he reaches out with his big hand and takes your much smaller one. Taking a step away from the chair he’s standing right in front of you, releasing his hand, you place it on your hip, feeling his fingers flex against your soft white t-shirt before gripping your waist tightly.

Running your hands over his crisp white shirt, up his surprisingly strong chest, gently you pry his plump bottom lip from between his teeth and cup his freckled cheeks.  

“Come here” you tell him softly, rising up on your tiptoes as you pull his face down closer to you.

The first time your lips touch, it’s a light brush of your lips against his, they’re so soft and feel so good, that you let his other hand land on your waist. When he steps between your legs to pull you closer, your lips press against his again, a little firmer this time, more insistent. Your tongue carefully strokes over his bottom lip before you suck it into your mouth, pulling a desperate whimper from Dean when you drag your teeth along it and release it.

That helpless whimper does things to you immediately, you can even feel the slick beginning to gather in your panties. Standing quickly, you push Dean back gently, turning both of you so that Dean is pressed back against your desk. Your tongue brushes over his, he doesn’t even try to fight you for dominance, he lets you control the kiss, your tongues in perfect sync with one another.

Pulling away from his mouth his lips follow yours, eyes still closed and lips parted ever so slightly. A blush forms on those freckled cheeks when his eyes flicker open, finding you smiling up at him.

“Wow” he breathes out suddenly, making you smile as you start to unbutton your shirt.

You pause trying to meet those lust blown eyes, hearing his deep moan, realising that his eyes are focused on your hands.

“Want me to stop, baby? We don’t have to go too far, not until you're ready” you ask tentatively and he finally meets your eyes.

“What? No! Don’t you d-” he stops quickly, realising his mistake with your change in demeanour as you step back from him, crossing your arms over your chest.

Your giggle clearly surprises him, but there's no humour in it. 

He’s eyeing you carefully when your fingers wrap around the neck of his shirt, gently turning him and pushing him back into his chair. He swallows hard, closely watching your every move.

“Oh sweety, that’s just adorable, really. Did you forget who’s in charge here already?” you question with a warning edge to your voice.

“No miss. I’m sorry” he tells you quietly but very quickly, focusing on his shoes, suddenly finding them very interesting. 

Humming in approval you continue to unbutton your shirt.

“Good boy. Now, look at me again baby” your voice remains quiet and seductive, as he looks up at you and a low moan leaves his throat. Dropping your shirt to the floor, you crook your finger at him. “You like what you see Dean?” 

Dean stands as you’d instructed, “I….I fuck. You look incredible” he stutters about to reach out and touch you, but he decides against it, dropping it back on his thigh. Walking around him slowly, you can see his body tense with expectation. 

He turns finally when you clear your throat, where he finds you sitting down.

“Now, strip” you state playfully, but there’s still that authoritative tone to your voice.

“I uh, wait. What?” his stuttered confusion is completely adorable and your smile quickly turns into a smirk.

Leaning forward in your chair you reach out, running your hand slowly from his knee up his inner thigh. Dean stumbles towards you, clenching his fists at his sides when your fingers skim past the bulge, instead hooking into the top of his pants, where you tug him forwards.

“No more touching baby, not until you strip for me” 

Relaxing back in the chair you watch as Dean sighs, fingers moving back to his shirt and he starts unbuttoning it. Revealing that smooth tanned and freckled skin that lies beneath. He tosses the shirt away and you can’t help but bite your lip, you’d called him a jock for a reason, but being on that damn football team had its advantages. 

He was toned, but not overly so, like a lot of the team were. He was down right fucking perfect, just as you’d expected he would be.

Kicking off his shoes, Dean’s hands go to his belt, the metal clangs and the leather slaps as he unbuckles it. You eagerly watch as he pops the button open on his trousers, then he pulls the zipper down.

“Mmm, look at you” you murmur appreciatively as he kicks his pants away.

He blushes even harder when he hears you, his cheeks almost bright red, spreading down his neck, and up to the tips of his ears.

“Do you want me to take these off too?” he asks almost shyly, hooking his thumbs into the elastic waistband of his tight fitting black boxers.

Standing from the chair once more you begin circling him, fingers lightly dancing across his skin with every step. 

“Being such a good boy for me baby” you praise him, carefully dragging your nails across his skin, feeling him shiver as you come to stand in front of him. “So polite-” you pause to drag your nails up his inner thighs ripping a whimpering noise from his throat. “-unlike earlier. It looks like you might be learning your lesson. So yes, take them off for me” 

Your praise has the desired effect and he’s unable to hide his smile. 

“Thank you, miss,” he replies white teeth biting back his smile. 

You step back to watch as he pulls the boxers down over his firm ass and lean hips and kicks them off to the side. Your eyes scan over his body appreciatively, taking in the sheer size of him, so well proportioned everywhere. 

Licking your lips you walk behind him, giving his ass a slap watching him jerk forward, a moan slipping past those plump lips. Your hands slide over his hips, one of your small hands wrapping around his thick length.

“Is this why you act so cocky, Dean?” you purr pumping his thick length in your hand.

“Fuck Y/N” he grunts loosing himself in the sensations.

“Does that feel good baby?” you ask hotly, pressing your front tight against his back.

“Oh god, so good. T-Thank you” he stutters through a moan, you slap his hip with your free hand when they start to thrust, trying to fuck into your hand.

“Stop being greedy, take what you’re given,” you warn him gently, your free hand moves to cup his balls and he groans loudly, nearly falling over his feet when he stumbles forwards.

“Sorry miss, I’ll be good. Can I touch you, please?” he pants as his hands finally find purchase on the windowsill to keep himself steady. 

Your hands fall away from his cock and you turn him to face you, he looks worried that he’s done something wrong until you smile up at him.

“Kiss me and take this off” you instruct him, grabbing his hand, you rest it on the zipper of your skirt. 

The words are barely out of your mouth before his lips are pressed against yours, this kiss is nothing like before, gone is the shy unsure boy, this one is eager to please and give you everything you want.

It doesn’t take long for your skirt to fall loose, dropping to your feet. Your fingers grip his hair harshly as your tongues meet and Dean melts against you.

When you finally pull away from his lips you're both gasping for breath, “Desk Dean, now!” you practically growl, doing your best to keep yourself in check, not let your control drop, you can tell how badly he needs this.

Dean’s big hands hook behind your knees as your arms wrap around his neck, he carries you quickly to your desk, brushing his lips over yours as he moves.

“You hungry baby boy?” you purr against his ear, as you ass hits your desk.

“Starving, Miss. Fuck, Please,” Dean begs hands resting on his thighs, blunt nails clearly digging into his muscles while he looks up at you. You’re unable to stop the groan that leaves your lips at his desperate pleas and the look on his beautiful face, which makes your panties dampen further.

Fingers tightening in Dean’s thick hair, you tug his head back harshly. Smiling at that pained whimper that leaves his lips, running the tip of your tongue up his throat, from his Adam’s apple to his chin, where you nip gently, before pulling your lips away. Gently you push down on his head, taking your lead he drops down onto his knees in front of you. Looking up at you with big green eyes, practically sparkling, wide with lust and pleasure.

“Fuck. You beg so pretty baby” you praise him, pulling your legs up, resting your heeled feet on the edge of the desk, spreading yourself open for him. “No hands. Not until I say” you warn him.

“Yes Miss” Dean agrees eagerly.

Shimmying to the edge of your desk, you quickly feel Dean’s hot breath ghosting over your inner thighs as he pulls his arms behind his back, holding them there. Goosebumps rise across your skin when Dean starts sucking marks into your thighs, slowly inching his way up. His tongue runs along the line of your panties, just out of reach to where you want him.

“Dean. Stop fucking teasing, or so help me God you won’t come” you growl your warning, unable to stop yourself.

“Shit Y/N, I’m sorry. I’ll be a good boy” he hurries to explain.

Dean doesn’t give you time to reply or change your mind before his thick tongue is pressing against your soaked panties. Making noises of appreciation against the slick black material as he drags his tongue up and down, pausing to suck now and again. One of your hands fist in his hair as the other pushes your panties to the side, causing a loud groan to leave Dean’s throat when his tongue finally starts to move against your slick pussy. He gives a long drawn out suck to your clit, making you cry out, clamping a hand on your mouth when he pulls away with a pop, that panty dropping grin from this morning returning to those plump lips.

Angling your hips up your start to roll them into his face, his muffled moans and groans spurring you on, twisting that coil in your stomach tight.

“Don’t you dare Dean, no hands” you gasp as his tongue presses against your clit harder, more insistently.

You’re just about able to see his thick cock from where you’re sitting, his nails digging into his hip as he fights his instincts to touch himself. Pulling back and looking up at you, green eyes wide and desperate, your slick shining on his chin and lips.

“I’m so hard, Miss please” he pleads before pushing his tongue inside you, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

“Dean!” you cry out, feeling your pussy begin to flutter as Dean’s tongue keeps moving, “Give me your hand” you pant out, feeling yourself right on the edge of orgasm, you just need a little extra.

Groaning as his name falls from your lips, Dean does as he’s told and you press his hand to the top of your pussy, “Rub my clit baby, wanna come on your tongue. I’m so close” 

He’s making so much noise beneath you. Your legs drop from the desk, pushing over his broad shoulders, Dean’s fingers move quickly back and forth over your clit. The band inside you snaps, legs seizing up as you come, pulling him as close as possible.

Dean licks you through your orgasm, slow and careful. He stops as your eyes flutter open, eyes lidded and heavy.

Your massive smile quickly turns into a look of annoyance as you look down at Dean, finding that he’s gripping his hard thick cock, pre-come leaking freely. 

He notices you looking and swallows hard.

“On the chair Winchester” you command, keeping your tone even, clearly failing to hide your disappointment by the look on Dean’s face.

His eyes are dark and wide as he gets to his feet, you pull your panties back into place, jumping down from your desk. Dean takes a step back for every one that you take forward, until the backs of his legs connect with the chair and he drops into it, the wood groaning under his weight.

Reaching behind yourself you unhook your bra, dropping it to the floor, Dean’s eyes widen even further, if possible and his mouth drops open. Hooking your thumbs into the sides of your panties you pull them down, over your ass and hips slowly, letting them fall down your legs you kick them off your shoe.

“Son of a bitch” Dean moans loudly, completely captivated by you standing bare in front of him.

Kicking his legs open, you climb into his lap, straddling his hips, his cock brushing through your soaked folds. You roll your hips over him, biting your lip as he watches you. Leaning in closer your breasts brush against his bare chest and you press your lips to his ear.

“You were doing so good for me baby, why did you touch yourself?” you question quietly, as his cock nudges against your clit, your hands grip his shoulders, nails digging into his skin harshly.

Dean leans into your lips, the feeling of them pressed against his ear. 

“Had to stop myself from coming miss, you’re so fucking sexy. Your pussy is so perfect, I’m sorry,” he grits out through clenched teeth, hands gripping the arm rests roughly. 

You lean up against him, smiling despite yourself. Your hand wraps around his cock and you slowly lower yourself onto the tip.

“You wanna make it up to me baby?” you ask seductively, your voice coming out breathy and wrecked as inch by inch he sinks inside you. 

“Yes! Anything. Whatever you want Y/N” he whimpers, letting his head fall back against the chair. You nip at his collar bone, your tongue running over the thick vein in his neck.

“Then do as you're told. You can’t come, not until I tell you to. Think you can handle that?” 

“I can do it, please” he whines as the last inch of his perfect thick cock is pushed inside you.

“Good boy. Then you can touch me” you tell him with a smile, a smile that slips as your lips part and you start to rise and fall on his cock, letting your heels give you a little extra height. 

His hands cup your breasts, thumbs teasing your nipples. One hand drops to your ass and grips tightly, helping you move. Dean’s lips seal around your free nipple, teeth dragging over the hardened nub as you whine and moan above him.

When he pulls away from your nipple with a pop, one of your hands grips his hair harshly, his forehead resting between your tits as you continue to ride him. Your chin rests on the top of his head, feeling him everywhere. His arms wrap around you, nails dragging down your back,  “Fuck you’re so big Dean, feel so perfect inside me. I can feel your cock throbbing baby, you gonna fill me up with your come?”

“Oh g-god” he cries out against your tits, dragging his teeth over the taut skin, “I’m so close Y/N, please, let me come. I need it” he’s begging again, the way he’s clinging to you, like a lifeline, only pulls you closer to that edge all over again. You knew he’d been the perfect choice.

“Just a little longer baby, come on, you can hold it. You’re doing so well for me” your praises seem to help him hold back, but his fingers tighten against you, nails digging in harder but you fucking love it.

He nods breathlessly against your chest, a free hand slips between your legs, pressing your fingers to your clit, you rub fast hard circles into the sensitive nub. Rocking your hips, hard and fast, combing your fingers through his hair as you feel the pit in your stomach burning. 

“Y/N, I c-can’t” he stutters, sweat coating his skin, his teeth sink into the side of your breast.

“Do it Dean, Do it. Come for me!” you cry out loudly, right before your own orgasm hits, way more intense than earlier. It sparks every nerve ending in your body, heart beat thumping in your ears, blood rushing under your skin.

You don’t have time to come down before Dean’s coming too, right behind you, his orgasm ripping an inhuman noise from his chest, prolonging your own orgasm. 

When the two of you finally come down he’s shaking beneath you, his grip on your back has relaxed slightly, but he’s still holding you tight.

“Dean? You okay baby?” you ask gently cupping his cheeks, tilting his head up so his eyes meet yours again.

“I’m good I promise, really good. That was just really intense” he rasps out voice completely wrecked.

You gently press kisses to his nose and cheeks, finally meeting his plump lips in a slow kiss.

“I’m so proud of you Dean, you did so well” the second those words your lips he’s grinning up at you, eyes bright green and shining again.

He finally pulls his hands away from your back, you watch with wrapt interest as his fingers brush across the marks he’d left on your skin.

“I’m sorry if i hurt you, it just felt so good” 

You wink at him when you finally climb out of his lap, pulling on your bra and panties. When you turn to pick up your skirt Dean hisses and you turn back to him worried. “You okay?” you ask quickly, pulling your skirt up your legs.

“Y-Your back, fuck I’m sorry” he apologises, a sad look crossing his face.

“Hey! None of that! It felt amazing and still does, it stings a little but it was worth it! I swear, I'm fucking great and you were incredible” you assure him honestly, pulling him out of the chair he kisses you again, with a force which surprises you. 

Pulling away with wide eyes a knock at the door sounds through the room, “You! Sit and stay” you tell him quietly, pulling on your jacket, hoping that the I dropped my coffee story will work to get rid of them.

“I’m naked!” Dean hisses making you giggle, you arch your eyebrow and he nods licking his lips and takes his seat.

“That’s my good boy” you tell him sweetly, pressing a fleeting kiss to his lips.

Another knock sounds as you finally finish buttoning your jacket.

“Stop it!” he groans as you head over to the door, unlocking it you keep it just wide enough for your head to peek through the gap.

“Hey Garth, you need something?” you question with a smile, one you’re sure is awkward as hell.

“Hey Y/N, you got a second. Wait what happened to your shirt?” he asks nodding down to your badly buttoned jacket.

“I spilt coffee on it, all good. I’m kinda busy with a detention right now” you tell him, grip tightening on the door when he tries to look inside.

“Winchester?” he asks with a roll of his eyes.

“Yep” you reply shortly, running your free hand through your hair.

“Come on Miss! I’m getting lonely” Dean calls from behind you, causing a blush to rise in your cheeks.

“I’ll leave you to it, we can talk later. Good luck” Garth smiles, you thank him before turning back into the room.

You glare at Dean as you walk back into the room, locking the door behind you. 

His smirk makes you want to fuck him and slap him all at once.

“Oh you’re gonna pay for that Dean-” you warn him, slapping his boxers out of his hands. “- and this time, you don’t get to make any noise” your smirk quickly rivals one of his.

“Oh fuck” Dean groans, beginning to see that being a smart ass wasn’t the best idea, you back him up against the wall and drop to your knees in front of him. 

“Remember, quiet now” you wink up at him.

Dean couldn’t wait for his next detention.

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Beeduo Oneshots #3 Unexpected reunion

Ao3 link to the whole series

Disclaimer: All physical displays of affection are meant in a purely platonic way, and I, the author, take no responsibility for how some people may see it. The characters in the stories aren't meant to represent the content creators, just characters they portray in their roleplay. 

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Doomsday shook the whole SMP. Dream going to prison didn't help much.

On his end, Ranboo was happy with where he was, as long as he wasn't being evicted that is, but he was good at keeping out of people's business so he was safe. He spends most of his time away anyway, lonely long mining trips and treasure hunts were slowly becoming his favourite activities. When he wasn't waking up in random spots. Aside from that, he was okay being alone. Ranboo wasn't lonely.

On the other end, Tubbo was also okay. Being away from people, alone in Snowchester, as he named the frozen patch of land he decided to live on, was good for him he told himself. He had all the freedom to practice magic and alchemy... All on his lonely own... Back in the day, Dream would visit to see his experiments and compliment him on his good work... He just missed old days, not Dream and his scheming. Tubbo wasn't lonely.

On some level, they both knew they were missing something. They were just unsure what...

Usually, Tubbo would stay in reading some old book in long gone language, making his skeleton's bring him food or fiddle with alchemical formulas or spells. Anyone would want a bit of a break from time to time, so on one a bit less cold day, just after a snowstorm he put on a heavy coat, heavy shoes and went out for a walk.

Ranboo wasn't a fan of his sleepwalking habits, especially when his sleepwalking would deposit him in the middle of snowy nowhere, snowy nowhere that wasn't anywhere near home. At least that was what he thought until he saw smoke in the distance. With that little ray of hope in a slowly dying down snowstorm, he forced his legs to move forwards. Even if he was a bit more okay with cold than most as a part enderman, extended stay outside in the cold still wasn't a good idea. How long was he walking? Was the world always spinning that much? Was the ground always this clo...

Out of all people he used to know Tubbo didn't expect to see Ranboo passed out in the snow barely outside of his land. Alone. Didn't he live with Technoblade and Philza now? Crouching down he poked the enderman hybrid. "You okay man?"

No answer.

With a heavy sigh and a glare to the side, he took control of a couple of skeletons hiding among nearby foliage, probably since the storm and commanded them to carry Ranboo for him. There was no way he could carry him, he was too tall and lanky. There was no urgency in Tubbo's return. Ranboo would be okay, he knew what he was capable of better than anyone, he was usually fixing him for Dream back in the day after all, despite Dream being better at healing magic. It was rather funny how their magic was so opposite. Dream with healing and Tubbo with necromancy. Dream always explained it with healing magic not working well on endermen, and it wasn't like Tubbo was using magic, just heavily advanced, mostly forgotten alchemy he picked up out of boredom.

At home Tubbo went right to work, sending all skeleton's away as soon as his guest was safely tucked away into only bed in the small house. With how tall Ranboo was it was rather hard and looked very funny with how much of his legs were out of the bed. He didn't need Ranboo freaking out right after waking up.

With them alone, he got to work mixing a very familiar formula he didn't do in a while, a specialised ointment for endermen water burns. Even though it sounded easy to make it was a while since he had to make something on that scale so he didn't mind. It was fun to stretch his abilities from time to time.

When Ranboo woke up he was warm and he could hear a familiar low humming. "Tubbo?" he muttered trying to sit up, It was indeed Tubbo who was humming, in simple overalls and a thick yellow sweater, fiddling with alchemical stands. "Your horns got big," he noticed before a jolt of pain forced him to hive upon sitting up.

"No moving for you big guy," Tubbo said turning around, left side first so his good eye could see his guest properly. "You were pretty messed up when I found you."

Ranboo just smiled weakly. He missed Tubbo, more than he realised. "Tommy said you died. He told us Dream got you."

"Maybe he did, maybe he didn't, either way, it was an out from all the conflict." Tubbo said walking closer and passed him a small bowl with some sparkling ointment, "put this on your water burns, should make it better faster than regen potions. You hungry?"

"Yes?" Ranboo wasn't sure what to answer after that.

Tubbo's cottage was nice, not big but Ranboo was used to small spaces living with Techno and Philza. He was sure they made interiors cramped for defensive purposes, it wasn't like they lacked space to build bigger. Soon Tubbo was back with two steaming bowls of some sort of soup.

"But why hide? I'm pretty sure no one would bother you all that much," he asked with a nod of a thank you...

"I didn't like the idea of hiding my horns forever, and who knows how people would react... Everyone saw that Dream has horns and instantly started drawing connections to Schlatt and... I don't need to be involved in that, prison doesn't sound fun."

Ranboo could agree with that. He saw the prison a couple of times and it wasn't a good look, he'd rather didn't need one. Techno and Phil didn't seem to care much. "Yeah... So, Dream also has horns... is that a..."

"Older, he's my older brother. I'm pretty sure he's the only reason I'm still alive because Schlatt shouldn't be trusted with a pair of old socks, not to say a child," Tubbo said looking at the sun setting over the cold bay.

That was a good reason to avoid people. Ranboo knew from previous talks with Tubbo that the glamour he used to hide his horns took a lot of energy to keep up if he didn't want anyone bumping into invisible horns. With both Dream and Schlatt's reputations, nothing would keep people from being weird about Tubbo's family tree. People tended to be weird to him about Techno and Phil and he was just living with them, and they weren't as hated as Dream.

"So you hid amongst snow like Technoblade?"

"It worked until Philza left his compass outside his ender chest. And I probably should add that I can do some necromancy."

"Necromancy? Like raise and control undead?"

"Yeah, that's how I brought you here. Even more reason for people to lock me with Dream," Tubbo shrugged. Ranboo just nodded turning his full attention to his bowl. He was going to die. There was no way Tubbo was letting him go with all that knowledge. He was either going to die or be locked here to keep Tubbo company, undead couldn't be good company.

Ranboo didn't die. He and Tubbo had a lovely evening catching up on what happened since Tubbo 'died', he seemed satisfied hearing he's got a monument dedicated to him and a proper funeral. "Wilbur never got a funeral, maybe Phil did something but I don't know."

"He's got a picture of him in his house but that's all I know. He doesn't like talking about Wil."

"I get it. We should probably figure out sleeping arrangements, I don't get many guests here. Only Foolish ever visits me, to bring some supplies and check if I'm still alive and not undead. He's my cousin actually, through Puffy adopting him."

"Wha? Isn't he like a millions of years old god?"

"Puffy's crazy like this. She sees a sad god in conflict with himself after aeons of destroying and adopt him as her son, unfortunately, Schlatt was good at avoiding his sister so Dream and I had to take care of ourselves. Now, where will we be putting you to sleep..."

Ranboo looked at his hands. Could Tubbo know about the possible connection between him and Dream? How closely was he working with Dream during his presidency? Was Tommy's exile really for the good of L'Manburg? How much of that argument in the blown-up community house was honest and how much was acting?

"I know what you're thinking. Did I exile Tommy because of family relations or because I thought it was a good choice for Manburg, and all the other times I had to confront Dream," Tubbo broke him out of his thoughts "I haven't spoken to Dream as my brother, I was angry at him for a lot of that time, ever since... Schlatts presidency was coddling me and trying to push me to stay away from it all. We had our first decent conversation the evening before the final battle, he proposed this whole fake death thing and at that point, I was okay with that 'we'll make them think we're dead and move far from the server, leave looking after every one to XD...', I was looking forward to it you know. Just me and my brother like in the old days, he didn't think the whole server would show up" Ranboo was sure Tubbbo was about to start crying. He had no idea what to do, he saw Tubbo cry a few times during his presidency but it wasn't this direct, he was usually trying to be a tough Mr President people could depend on. Vwoop Awkwardly Ranbbo dragged his friend closer into a hug. He had no idea why, it was an instinct of some sort. To hug Tubbo and let him cry until he's done. Neither of them mentioned the soft purr-like sound Ranboo started making. It was something along cat purring and a much calmer angry enderman noises. "Sorry," Tubbo muttered between soft sobs. Ranboo just purred more and dragged Tubbo to sit on the bed. Soon they both unknowingly fell asleep. Tubbo crying about what could have been and Ranboo purring softly, purple creeping into the edges of his vision.

Just as Ranboo was falling asleep he could swear he heard Dream somewhere in his mind. 'Take care of him for me, beastie.' followed by a slow humming of a lullaby, both familiar and alien to him (A/N: check Ranboo's Lullaby by Hator).

Ranboo got woken up by the sun right into his lidless eyes. Tubbo was still sleeping so he let him be...

"Morning hot stuff," Tubbo muttered from somewhere around Ranboo's chest "We should probably get up and bring you back to Techno and Philza before they notice you're gone," he added with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"I tend to disappear for long periods of time so I think we have some time, you better?" he asked as Tubbo began attempting to get himself out of the cocoon Ranboo became overnight.

"How often does your communicator ping on those days? Every hour?" Tubbo asked pointing to the thing which, as to give his point some weight pinged at that exact moment.

"Should have written to Phil last evening," Ranboo muttered letting Tubbo go, and just as Tubbo went to the other room to start breakfast did he look at his communicator. Fifty messages from Phil and five from Technoblade, all along the lines of 'where are you?' and 'you good, mate?' With a small smile Ranboo replied:

"I'm okay, communicator died for a while on me. Be back home by evening or tomorrow depending on the weather."

"I think we'll have to get me back to Anarchy Town soon, Phil's freaking out," Ranboo said as Tubbo came back with two steaming cups of tea.

"That's too bad, I was hoping to keep you for a bit longer," he was trying to joke but it was obvious he wasn't.

"I can come by from time to time," Ranboo offered with a meek smile, "as long as no one follows me here we should be okay."

"That would be nice, skeleton's aren't very talkative..."

"Whatever you say handsome," Ranboo said smugly,  remembering how Tubbo addressed him earlier.

"You better not be hitting on me, mister," Tubbo feigned being offended as a skeleton brought two identical plates of breakfast with beans, bread, egg, ham and tomatoes. Ranboo looked at Tubbo in distress over the amount of different food on his plate.

"You started flirting first," Ranboo said seeing no sympathy for his weak, brought up on potatoes self.

For a moment they were quiet until Tubbo couldn't stand it anymore. "I'll need more beds if that's the case, and don't bring last night up, that was..."

"That was last night and that's it?" Ranboo proposed with a pretend glare at his food, it was good but he'd never admit it.

"Yes, at least that's something to do. How far do you think your place is from here? You're with Techno and Phil, right? They're also in some snowy hellhole so it can't be all that far, right?" Tubbo agreed.

After a quick check-up with Philza, it was about half a day way in good weather so Tubbo gave Ranboo a lovely tour of Snowchester as he called his one-man colony, and they set out on the long trek to the Anarchy Commune. When the roof of Techno's house could be seen in the distance Tubbo and two skeleton's he dragged with them along the way. "I guess I'll leave you here." As much as they had fun on the way this was suddenly very awkward. "And I'll see you sometime, handsome."

Ranboo laughed awkwardly at the compliment, "I... are you tactically flirting with me?"

"No, I'm going home. So bye, remember to write to me or I'll send an army of skeletons to drag you back or whatever." Tubbo said turning around as not to show how distressed he was.

"Oh, I will call you so you better answer when I do." All seriousness of the statement was lost as both of them burst out laughing.

[strangenightsofdaydreams]

Prompt 95

This is a jumbled, unbeta’d untitiled ficlet in response to prompt #95- asphyxiation and penetration with an invisible being. Falls under Paraphila Playland and Fantasies Come True. I have no one to tag since it was anonymous. The beginning is kind of dark but not dub-con. I really needed to get this in (no, not late, why would you say that? time has taken a vacation don’t you know) so read on or don’t. I will upload a smoother and a lil more fleshed out version on Ao3 this weekend. 

His hand bypasses her loose skirt and underwear, finding her unsurprisingly soaked. He thrums her clit harshly, watching her face for a moment before tracing her entrance and abruptly shoving two fingers in.

“You like this, don’t you? It’s your favorite part of the week. Prim Miss Cooper being a good girl and checking all the active sites. Except you haven’t told your superiors that you’ve made contact with me, have you? I bet you’ve left me out of your reports. If they did, they might check in with me and I could spill about how you get your rocks off every week. They must know about the others, no logged interaction would be suspicious. I can see the echo of their signatures on you since you saved me for last. But there’s nothing near that sweet pussy so it’s just me that gets this special treatment.” Jughead pauses while his free hand traces her cheekbone, her brow, the outline of her lips. The wet, smacking sound of his fingers driving in and out brutally fast, stand out now that he stopped talking and echo in the building.  

“Are you smitten Betty? Do you think one day I might exert a little too much pressure during our interludes and kill you? You’d be a ghost just like me, with me. Does the thought of that make you happy? I can see it intrigues you. I’ve known you for months. Spent two hours once a week for seven months before you even got up the nerve to kiss me. And we’ve some glorious sessions since then but I got a little introspective yesterday.” 

Betty breathes out sharply and whispers his name. Jughead scowls and suddenly there is a steady pressure on her throat, digging in the slightest bit. 

“Hmmm? I can’t quite hear you.”

Betty makes a little choking sound, her eyes watering. 

He presses his chest into her front, practically squishing Betty into the wall and her eyes roll into her head. 

“You don’t even know what I look like. Not really. And you certainly didn’t when you laid one in me so what’s the deal Cooper?”

She feels his hand leave and creep into her hair before he massages the back of her scalp not leaning on the wall. 

“I’ve begun to think you’re flirting with death through me. But I’m a person even if I’m dead and I don’t appreciate being used.” 

She opens her mouth and he swiftly moves back with supernatural speed to squeezes her neck. 

“Unless you make the stop sign, you are not getting the chance to talk. Understood. Nod or shake.” He loosens his hold so she can indicate properly. Her eyes plead with him but ultimately she swallows and nods, reaching up to caress the invisible hand now laying on her collarbone. 

“You’re right. I’m being too melancholy. Most people don’t expect spectacular sex after death. I should focus on the task at hand.” 

His left hand was still wedged inside her cunt during all of this but he had halted his finger fucking earlier. Jug finally starts the push and pull again, pinching her clit with his thumb and pinky before grinding his palm. Betty shudders, already close to finishing again and essentially debauched. 

He feels very lucky he trimmed his nails two days before he died otherwise he would have had to hesitate before curling his fingers inside her and he so loves the ensuing gush from it. 

Her cheeks are rosy and he can’t help but stare at them before moving his gaze to her lips. He’s barely kissed her today. His anger was too high for sweetness and it’s harder with this specific position.  The grip his anger had softens and Jughead leans down to cover her plushier mouth with his. She presses against him as much as possible to prolong the contact but he pulls away with a quick nip to upper lip.  He hikes up her leg and positions himself accordingly. Jughead feels that same sense of belonging he gets every time she grants him this pleasure and thrusts inside. Keeping a feverish pace, Jughead tried to angle himself to brush against her front wall on the down stroke. Betty grasped his neck and clung with all her strength while her other hand raking down his side. It was lucky he was dead or otherwise she might have snapped his neck. After she widened her stance of her free leg to get a better angle, Jughead seamlessly hoisted her along his waist to bound with the other at his back. Betty began to buck into him and grabs his head to crush his mouth to hers, immediately opening up to him. Jughead groans at the overwhelming sensations surrounding him and heatedly rubs her clit to nudge her into completion. It’s a messy finish but Betty doesn’t care- Jughead made her see stars. 

Around ten minutes later, he was laying down with his back to the wall with Betty in his lap and tucked into his chest. Jug made sure to tap into his reserves to keep his body warm. He’d have all week to build them back up anyway. “I’m sorry I let my insecurities bleed into the roleplay. I should have made sure to talk it out when you came in instead.”

Betty put down her water bottle and he stopped stroking her hair when she tilted her head. “Jug, I’m sorry. I had no idea you felt that way. I have been unintentionally cruel- I’ll tell HQ I made contact tonight. I just, when I meet everyone else they were so sad or furious. Their initial apparition was furniture whirling around, thick air and sometimes violence. You were so calm and open to talking, it just felt special. A soothing connection to look forward to after the bad days and threats to my person.”

“I know, I know that. I feel very lucky I died in my sleep because of the gas leak. Violent deaths lead to raging newly awoken ghosts and those experiences are hard for you. I don’t actually want you to turn me in. I was a curmudgeon in life and I still am, just with a soft spot for you. This was all because it’s difficult being stuck in a fixed place and I’ve been pining recently. Made me feel bitter and what if you were with me for the freaky sex but eventually found a human boyfriend.’

She rubs his arm and kisses his shoulder. “I would be so upset if I had ruminated on that and had no way to get in contact with you and reassure myself. I’m going to insist I check here twice a week from now on. I can reason it since I’ve never reported your presence. And maybe if that doesn’t work for let’s say a year- I can have this location labeled as an inaccurate account and buy it back. I would do some renovations and we could live together. You don’t have to strain yourself to appear all the time though Juggie. I know I can be content with you, no matter how that works.”

He hugs her tight, “a less selfish man would insist you find someone with a beating heart to grow old with.”

“You however, are aware that I know myself too well and am too stubborn to be persuaded to seek out something I don’t need. And it’s okay to be selfish with your heart.”

“Cohabitating would be a dream. Anything with you makes me happy Betts. That’s what’s truly freaky about this.” The warm longing in his eyes betrays his wry tone and Betty grins. “You may be my Grinch but maybe more cuddles and less self-deprecation Juggie.”  “How can I say no?”

[crionsbelt]

This may or may not go up by the time midnight hits or slightly after for me, let’s see what happens! I’ve been working on this since 9:30 PM EST, I expect it’ll be done by 12:50 AM EST. Hopefully I’m right so it ain’t too late gjnhg

For starters: Happy New Year everyone! Hard to believe we lived in the decade where this beauty was created. Nonetheless, there are multiple people I want to thank -- along with a much needed personal note from me. Everything will be put into a read more, but trust me, it’s long. Thank you all for making the final days of this decade very welcoming for me!

@kiidreamu​ & @theabyssalmuses​

It’s rather silly for me to start with you two, because I’ve got quite a bit to say; so here goes! I’ve known you two for...quite a while huh? I can’t recall the exact time, but I know we’ve been mutuals since I went by Phantom -- which was a long while ago. Regardless, I’ve always enjoyed you two on my dash; and I’ve always really liked interacting with y’all OOC! I’ve always had a blast speaking with you two (specifically now w all this fuckin Bear Ass shit).  I really enjoy the way you two write your muses, I think you both should have a lot more faith in them because they’re very fun to see on the dash! It’s pretty clear y’all put a lot of effort into your writing, even if you say you don’t, I for sure notice it.  Hime, I know you said you admired me - but there’s nothing to admire! You and Kii are equally as good as me, but I’m definitely not much. However, I never posted it (because I had it in my drafts and still do) because it meant a lot to me. I’ve never been told something like that aside from Norgie, so it made me feel happy in a dark time.  Thank you both for continuing to be my friends, truly. 

@fantasyacrossworlds​

Awoo! You and I have known each other for a long time, too (most people tagged here I’ve known for 2 - 4 years hujhj)! I’m VERY happy that we’re mutuals again, I’ve truly missed interacting with you! I’m so glad that it seems Orion and Cass are going to have a chaotic friendship that will always end on Orion running to Artemis LMAO. I’m looking forward to more interactions! 

@sanzenxsekai​​ 

I already gave you a super long post explaining how much me and Norgie are thankful for you, so I’ll remind you in a tl;dr version. WE ALL LOVE YOUR STINKY GREMLIN + YOU!! Please keep writing Nobu in 2020! Thank you so much for being such a good friend to me. 

@mcphistcples​

You don’t even realize how much of a positive impact you’ve had on both me and my girlfriend. You’re absolutely hilarious and I’m incredibly happy you chose to start interacting with a disaster like me. As a Dies fan, I fucking love your Rein. You write him fantastically and it’s always fun to see your interactions with BB’s JAlter.  I am looking forward to the dramatic reading of My Immortal: Bear Ass Edition : ) 

@stxrdust-pxper​

We haven’t talked much OOC properly, but we’ve known each other just about the same time as me and Norgie have been dating - so almost 2 years! You’re a pretty cool person, I’m happy you joined my new server because it’s given myself and others a chance to chat with you more. Thank you for all the kindness you’ve given me throughout the time we’ve known each other, I’ve never said it until now, but it truly has stuck with me and helped me become happier.

@bloodsoakedsakura​ / @idoldragos​

There’s actually a lot I’d like to say, some I’ll leave out for now. For starters, thank you for having my back for three years straight. Seriously. You’ve been there for me through a whole lot, honestly surprised you’ve stuck with me for as long as you have.  You’ve stood up for me when the time came for it and I’m honestly so thankful you did. Every time you hop in call with us it’s usually always fun and stupid (in a good way), so thank you for being part of my band of misfits as long as you have Sades. Even though you’re a boomer who didn’t stop me rolling 200 of my Quartz, I forgive you... dontkillmepls

@yuichiroswife​

Speka, you’ve been a great help to me and Norgie a great amount of times as of late. Thank you so much, you’re an incredibly kind person and I’m glad we became friends!!

@muniificus​

I’ve known you for 3 years too I’m 90% certain, it’s insane how long I’ve known a lot of you - it feels like forever but it also feels like time has gone by so quickly! Much like Sades, I’m very thankful you’ve stuck around for as long as you have Icarus. Thank you for putting up with my dumb ass, and ultimately having fun in return! alsoihavethereplyforanastasiadraftedipromise

@fakepriest​

I’ve sent you an ask with a lot of what would’ve been said in here, but I want to let you know that I’m extremely grateful that you’ve kept being my friend to. I enjoy our conversations a lot, especially when we talk about things like Heaven’s Feel because they’re usually always such fun things to talk about. 

Much like the ask I’ve sent you, your Kirei is so scarily accurate it nearly simulates his actual personality flawlessly. That’s how scary good at writing this tofu loving fake priest. I’m so happy it’s you who’s writing him, not to play the pedestal game, but I genuinely can’t see anyone else (not even myself) coming close to how phenomenal your portrayal is.  #kireisquad

@arkdiia​

Though our first conversation first chatting again wasn’t expected, I’m super glad you came back to Tumblr and I’m thrilled to be friends w you again! Hopefully for 2020, you and I /both/ catch a break lmfao.

@saintguine​

Much like Anna, I’ve already told you what I wanted to here in the form of an ask a few hours ago - however, I do wish to say smth that I’m sure a lot of people feel. Regardless of how you think about yourself, you’re a very good person BB and we’re all very blessed to know you. You’re absolutely one of my best friends, and though there was a point where we lost communication for a bit, I’m very grateful our friendship is the exact same. 

We all care u BB, thank u for bein gud to all of us

Kayla & Sere

This post is incredibly long already, luckily I’m just about done -- but I’ve got three people to go starting with you two!

Sere, you’ve heard me vent a lot and you’ve known me (Kayla has known me this long too) for a pretty damn long time if you ask me, 3 years may not seem like a lot to people, but with all the stuff we’ve all gone through these 3 years? It’s been a LOT and I can’t say I’d be the person I am without you hearing my dumb ass vent and creating Cursed Night.  I appreciate all of your icons, thank you for giving us (Hell) special treatment with them. Seriously! While you are a best friend for sure, you’re also practically family to me. Thank you again for everything. 

Kayla, the same of what I said for Sere is said for you. You’re legit like my older sister, you’ve been there for me for just bout the same amount that Norgie has; you’re someone who means a lot to both me and Norgie, so thank you for giving talking to us a chance way back when you were shy (I think that’s what it was!). There have been a lot of ups and downs for all of us, but I’m glad the downs at least had the positive effect of giving me a second family who I love dearly. I actually teared up on this part, so god help me when I write for Norgie.

@letoborn​ / @uwuwrote​

I’m going to save a lot of what I want to say to you for our anniversary in June, but I will say a few things because I love you so very much.

When I met you, I was not expecting you’d turn out to be the woman of my dreams. You’re genuinely my better half, and I have never been as happy as I am than I am with you. You’ve truly had the biggest impact in my life Norgie, you’ve made me laugh, cheered me up when I’m sad, called me out when I was dumb and helped me better myself. 

I’m so incredibly happy I got to spend the rest of the last decade being your boyfriend, and now, going into 2020 - a whole new decade with you. Like I said, you’re my better half - I can’t see myself with anyone else but you. You’re the greatest treasure in my life, I’m so happy we’ve had all this fun with roleplaying.

Thank you so much Norgie, for giving me Orion/Artemiis, all of our other ships - being my soulmate (at least, I think so). I hope 2020 treats us both well, but I’m willing to go through whatever as long as it’s with you.

Now, that’s the end of that -- but I have a few extra things to say.

My 2019 has been...quite possibly the hardest year of my life, at least on the internet. For a very long time, I was fearful of interacting with others - I made mistakes that I wish I could take back, I got put through hell for nothing...man, I don’t wanna go back in and say what happened, what is and isn’t true -- the long story short is, shit happened, but it’s the past now. 

I want to go into 2020 just..as positive as I can be, I’m tired of the drama, I just want to have fun with my friends and my girlfriend you know? So, I’m finally choosing to move on and just...try having fun again. This choice would be impossible without the people mentioned in this post. 

From the bottom of my heart, thank you to all of you who have stuck around through it all for me. I’m so incredibly thankful to be part of the friendgroup I’m in, to know everyone I’ve met who’s put up with me. I’ve had so many times where I wanted to leave this site, but I wanted to keep trying to write with everyone -- to have fun with everyone. You all have no idea how genuinely happy you’ve all made me, just by writing with my Orion and Norgie’s Artemis. 

Though I couldn’t think of anything to say specifically for the others tagged below here, thank you all for everything as well -- just following me makes me happy. I’m sure I’ve forgotten some people, but trust me, I’m so very happy to know all of you.

@dekirukoto @wisesteyed @lacobscur @akhilleuskcsmcs

[spellblonde]

General crossover info for my non-Vampire Diaries mutuals until I can fix Liv’s crossover verses (excluding Legacies): 

Hi. She’s a witch. I do have her abilities listed on my blog, but that list is not the full extent of her abilities and they can always change.

If either you’re uncomfortable roleplaying with a supernatural character or for whatever reason you think that writing with her might just be easier in an all-human setting, I absolutely can write her as a normal human. That being said, I will never default to this and if this is what you’d prefer, then I require that we talk about it ooc so that I can rework her backstory specific to our verse.

She was raised in a coven and was/is next in line to compete to become leader of it. Her coven has a tradition where the new leader must be a born twin and at the age of 22 is expected to participate in this ceremony called a “merge” where the twins competitively merge their magic into one person; the stronger of the two absorbs all of the magic between the two and becomes more powerful while the weaker of the two dies. The survivor will lead the coven and is expected to have children until they have twins of their own who can later continue the tradition.

While I’ve gone back and forth on it, I’ll likely go off of the idea that Liv and her twin chose to not merge their magic but to instead use their magic together to create a cloaking spell to keep themselves hidden from their coven and any tracking spells they could devise. They part ways to make finding both of them more challenging (as both of them must be present to complete the spell). In many cases, this means that she is on the run, but when settling in larger cities, she can stay for longer.

If you’re not familiar with covens, to be bluntly honest, you’re welcome to think of her coven as something similar to a cult. She wants nothing to do with them and is angry with them for asking her and her siblings to sacrifice themselves.

She’s one of 7 children; 3 were murdered as children, which leaves only herself and her brother alive, as well as her two oldest siblings, another pair of twins, also alive. Her oldest brother is an undiagnosed (but entirely diagnosable if a doctor were stupid enough to get close enough to try), psychopath. Circumstantially, she has trauma revolving around the now several times he’s tried to kill her. 

She’s a college dropout; depending on the verse setting, she may have opted to go back to school.

Her job is generally wide open, but she’s an experienced bartender and server, so she gravitates toward the restaurant industry. She also might side hustle as a witch for hire, within reason at least. She may have even been a psychic; everyone thinks she’s scamming them, but that’s fine by her, as it keeps her secret intact. Don’t be mad when her premonitions are right, though.

In The Vampire Diaries, she died at the age of 22. For obvious reasons, I’m choosing to ignore that. Given the weird timeline of the show on top of the fact that the show is now a few years past its finish, I did some math and figured out that in the year 2020, Liv would be 29. This is perfect since it’s more age-appropriate to her FC anyway. I will be writing her as 29 years old unless specified otherwise.

She’s bisexual.

Fun magic fact: Her telekinesis is strong enough to stop a speeding truck with the force of the equivalent of another speeding truck. Your car will be totaled. You might not survive (if you’re human).

Another fun abilities-related fact: When being attacked by someone who she thinks can overpower her (mostly talking about non-humans), her favorite impulse defenses are to either blow something up (an extension of her telekinetic powers, sometimes combining with her pyrokinetic abilities when the situation calls for it) or give the attacker a supernaturally-charged brain aneurysm (a favorite among many witches). They’re spells that she learned as a kid which in fact doesn’t mean that it’s a weak spell, but rather that she’s had a LOT of time to perfect it; attack at your own risk.

She’s practiced magic for her entire life. Unlike many witches who discover their abilities during puberty, she’s been practicing since the day she could speak. She is a very powerful witch and is not new nor surprised by different species and abilities that could come up. She’s an expert in witchcraft and is deeply familiar with vampires, werewolves, travelers, ghosts, doppelgangers, and thanks to having dated one, vampire-werewolf hybrids. She understands the supernatural enough to know that there are still things out there that she is not familiar with and that new things are popping up all the time. She suspects the existence of various human-related supernatural entities, such as banshees, sirens, and more. If you roleplay within a fandom that has mythical elements, then no sweat; even if I as the mun aren’t familiar with the lore of your fandom, I’ll learn along with Liv as the characters get to know each other. 

She’s a total emo, don’t @ her. 

Despite being a loner, she has a hard time being alone. At the very least, she has always had her brother. Being separated from him is deeply and sometimes physically painful for her. She doesn’t always know how to handle it, but will tell you in the moment if you let her.

Post on my canon-divergence for my tvd main verse to come soon!

[whoisglory]

Top 5 Favorite Female MHA characters

Number 5

Nejire Hadou

She is definitely one of my favorite female characters, all though she is quite new to me, i always adored her quirk. I loved her appearance in the manga and I’m looking forward to seeing her kick ass in the new season! I really like her design, especially her eyes. Her quirk is really cool and would definitely be in my top 5 if i could choose my own quirk. I have a small headcannon which is probably cannon actually but it’s not confirmed yet, I think that due to Nejire’s outgoing and bubbly personality as well as her good looks and strong quirk made her very popular among the boys and heroes alike! She was during her first and second year ahead of mirio and tamaki but they soon caught up with her making them the big three. I really hope to see more of her but let’s move on to

Number 4

Ibara Shiozaki

What can i say except i love her, when i was still an anime only i liked seeing her already, I thought she was pretty and her quirk looked really strong and useful! She appeared to be kind and gentle, unlike monoma she wasn’t vengeful towards 1A and had a true ideology a hero should have. No wonder kaminari would like to ask her out! But when she absolutely destroyed kaminari in their battle i knew that i found love.

I would say, but that’s not completely true. I liked her character but I appreciated her when i met @thatawkwardotaku. Now bare with me here, we did a roleplay. I like doing those because I practice my english and i get more in character with the characters i play, and i also get ideas for stories! I tried out ibara for the first time when i met her. I had a really fun time doing the roleplay and mailla even said i was good at Roleplaying her. So that day i was just “IM SOLD” and loved her, she did go down a few ranks but i hold her close in my heart

Number 3

Itsuka Kendo

Okay so, before you continue reading. Look at her, look at her eyes. Look at her ponytail. Are you finished looking at her? Good, so why has everyone been sleeping on kendo instead of sleeping on their bed? Look at the grace, the strength, the beauty, the tomboy. It is Itsuka Kendo! I really like her personality, I would say that her personality matches with mine a bit because well, all my friends are complete idiots and i am quick to take on a motherly role when I’m near them. I love those idiots. Kendo is the big sis of 1B and arguably has more idiots to deal with and i love her. She’s a friend everyone deserves to have

Back to her design! I love the tomboy aesthetic, she’s energetic and not a pretty girl. She’s beauty but also a tough tomboy, she actually has my favorite hero costume. I love the qipao and when I designed my own character i gave her a qipao as well. I’ll soon show her and the art people drew for my oc!

Number 2

Melissa Shield

This was a really close call, Itsuka kendo or Melissa Shield. I know that she was only in the movie and I’d be lucky if we would ever get to hear her name again but shut up i can dream. Melissa is a foreigner in the world of mha, usually when i talk to my friends I’m the foreigner, i also look quite a lot like her (i wish i was as pretty as her) but personality wise I really like her. Ever since i started watching mha i loved thinking about making characters their strongest possible self. Whether this be through support items or through gaining an extra quirk or quirk evolution. This is how i started getting into support items. I studied a lot of support items and I absolutely loved seeing the costume upgrades and i could only imagine what i would do! I like her kind and caring nature, all though a bit oblivious and maybe a bit overly kind i can relate to her nerdy and geeky side. But overall she’s another reason to show that anyone can be a hero

Headcannon time

bigger headcannon, during the My Hero Academia two heroes movie we never got to see Melissa’s mother. She only made one appearance on the pictures Melissa has in her work shop, when Melissa was born and on her wedding with dave. Not on anything else. We didn’t see her on the Halloween one with her father. It was constantly either all might or dave, so I think that after Melissa was born she died, usually mother’s stay to raise their child. And i think it’s safe to assume that dave is quite rich I don’t think she’d be working abroad. And i would expect to see at least one picture of her for her daughter to remember her by. Imagine her living a life with deku’s father, the i hate being there for the majority of my kids life so that the parental figure can be replaced by all might club. But countering my own theory, she wasn’t mentioned or used as a motivation. Melissa might have said something like “Dad what would mom think if she saw you now!” Aside from that Melissa appeared to be a happy and lucky child but maybe she was too young to grasp the concept of death.

Honorable Mentions

Kyoka Jirou

Fun fact, i love music. I love singing and trying out new instruments. So I really liked jirous character. Cool and music loving, funny and sarcastic and a bit of a prankster. Even though she was never a main main character she did play some crucial roles in character development of characters. Like saving kaminari during the USJ attack, helping Koda with his fear of bugs. She was one of the main reasons eri smiled again and she truly helped momo out of her shell! There more to her then just her cold persona and small chest.

Mei Hatsume

Back to my love for support, I really like this insane, crazy scientist. She’s amazing just amazing. I also relate to her crazy and weird side because i am a little weird. When I’m around my friends i can drop some weird ass shit in the conversation randomly, but if i do that you can expect that I really took a liking into you!

I love this noodle hair and you can expect seeing her in the future again becoming one of midoriya&co most important allies.

Number 1

Momo Yaoyorozu

Holy moly, an actual 1A character that’s important to the story and not some side character from 1B? Yes i know this may sound impossible but yes. I can actually like main characters that are important to the story!

Momo, my angel i came a long way with you. Ever since i started watching MHA i liked her character, she was so kind and caring on the inside. She appeared so cold and like many other cold rich know it all characters. Yet she wasn’t, she was a true friend that loves helping out others. A hero when she wasn’t in her costume and a hero in her costume.

She’s constantly worrying about others, as well as helping them succeed. With her on your team you almost have an assured win. Her intelligence and versatile quirk will always get you out of a tight spot. I really, really hope her character gets the justice it deserves

Thank you for listening to this stupid rant post thing!

[birdofwords]

Journal/life writing-

They keep saying writing may help, so.

I have already been dealing with depression and anxiety for most of my life. This a new kind I don’t know how to work with.

I keep unconsciously holding it all in, gotta stay stable, but eventually it bursts out and all that fear and sadness and restlessness and noisy brain hits me at once.

Woke up ok, slept poorly the night before. Called about having my meds delivered. Because of insurance issues, I ran out of my main anti-depressant and have been without it for two weeks. Just bupropion, and clonopin as needed.

I use the clonopin a lot more than I used to but I try to limit it to after work or just as a sleep aid. Lately it’s not working as a sleep aid. I have the smallest possible dose, so I may start taking two when I need it.

Tried to dye my hair auburn. It’s barely noticeable. Took a nap, woke up immediately irritable and on the verge or tears. Tried to push it down by going out with Patrick for groceries. Saw a huge truck with a tent over one end, parked in front of the funeral home down the block from us. The first grocery store had a line outside so we went to another. And when we got home I washed my hands, put the food away, then went into the bedroom and cried. I am at least lucky to have Patrick to sit with me and rub my back as I just sort of crumpled over on the bed.

There’s different kinds of crying, I’ve experienced many of them. This was hopeless crying...it’s not the worst kind, but it’s up there. The moment I got it all out and began to stabilize I got a single intrusive thought, “I could kill myself”, but recognized it and put it away.

If you’re curious, what I consider the worst kind of crying from experience, is grief over a tragedy.

I could list all the things running through my mind. How many people in my neighborhood have died? What will we do if one of us gets it? What if our neighbor upstairs dies? The world is bad, getting worse, and is never going to get better. A few weeks ago our neighbor was taken away in an ambulance with trouble breathing. I asked if I could help. His wife asked me to stand outside their door and make sure their cat didn’t escape while she went to give her insurance information. I stood in the hallway, staring numbly at my silhouette flashing in the red light from the ambulance, listening to their little girl sobbing inside the apartment. I did some of that hopeless crying there, too.

Am I acting neurotic? I get random urges to check up on someone I hate, something I started to try quitting literally just before quarantine. I want to know, because I hope she’s miserable, I hope she lost her job, I hope her engagement broke off, I hope he’s cheating on her, I hope she’s gaining more weight. Am I petty, am I mean?

I have no one to talk to about this. There are people I -can- talk to, but no one who can talk to me the way I need them to. All my friends except my best friend think it’s all far behind, so long ago, it’d be ridiculous if I was still holding on to all that hatred. But it’s my worst flaw, and I don’t know if they know that.

Am I a bad person. People feel it’s not bad to hate someone who hurt you, but many think that there’s a line in how much you hate them. There are things I have sincerely wished upon her that I will probably never say because I don’t think anyone will be able to hear it and not become worried about me. There were things I could have done, and wanted to do, that would have crossed the line for many people. But the line is pretty far away for me. It wasn’t a matter of if I thought it was wrong, it was a matter of not wanting to get in trouble. Am I bad person if I only hate bad people, but the way I hate them goes beyond regular anger.

What if all of this wishing for bad things turns it all onto me. What if everything I’m feeling is because I’m a bad person and I deserve bad things, and so what if things around me start falling apart. What if every bad thing everyone has ever said about me is true. What if every bad thing I want to happen to her, happens to me instead.

I cannot talk about or think about how my dog is getting old and she’s with my parents and I don’t know when I’ll see her again. It just breaks me down completely.

I’m frustrated and sad for my brother’s girlfriend because he was about to buy a ring for her just before this all happened. I’m worried my nephew won’t know who I am, or once he’s old enough to remember me, I’ll just be some distant relative he only sees once in a while. 

I’m worried I’ll lose my job any minute. I’m worried this is going to be the entire year. I’m angry for not being more productive. Barely writing, and if I am it’s only practice and nothing real. I’m not exercising, barely going outside, not getting any sun.

I’m trying to grow basil again. I sweep the garden when it’s warm out. This is one of the things that calm me down.

They say gratitude and little things you like can help, so.

I’m grateful that Patrick is with me and helping a lot around the house. I’m grateful that we’re always making each other laugh. I’m grateful that my family and friends are healthy. I’m grateful that I escaped unemployment and got this job just in time.

Since I’m working from home, I can nap over my lunch break. I mentioned the garden. Sometimes we hear the 6-year-old girl upstairs running back and forth, and it doesn’t annoy me, it makes me laugh. The Game Grumps are still putting out episodes; they have helped me chill out and laugh a lot for years. I’m working on an artsy coloring book and almost done with a page that’s sort of a mandala of fish. About once a month, Patrick hosts our Starfinder game online with Roll20, so I get to be with friends a bit and enjoy the roleplaying. Animal Crossing is keeping me busy and calm.

I’m taking singing lessons again with Marco, online...it’s different, but not bad. It’s still fun, it’s still engaging and interesting, and Marco is generally just a pleasure to talk to and work with.

I hope that at some point things will be safe enough that we can go out a little, because I think I’d like to take another try at learning guitar again.

It’s been about an hour; 1:45am. I took another clonopin a minute ago. I’m gonna try to sleep.

[deckspair]

May’s Musical Director’s Commentary

Hey guys! I'm May. You might remember me as "the one who did those nifty chatlogs and the roster page" or "the one who did all the music" or "that one mod who never said anything." Los and Mints agreed to let me write up this "director's commentary" on the music I did for DECK. There's no secret lore tidbits in here or anything, but if you liked my music you might find this an interesting glimpse into the process.

A Note On Sampling

Sampling is the practice of using preexisting audio to make new music. When I talk about what I've sampled here, I'm only going to mention particularly interesting cases. Almost all of the music I've done for DECK features audio from Free Wave Samples, so I figure that's not really worth mentioning except here. It's the other stuff that's interesting. EarthBound was an influence on my decision to pull in a bunch of audio from outside sources. I've always admired that game's use of sampling.

The First Chatlog

The chatlogs have consistently been pretty fun to do. I knew from the start that I didn't want to edit this together by hand, so I wrote a Processing sketch to render the video. It's not the most elegant thing in the world, and adding new features is a massive pain, but it's a lot easier than putting these together any other way. All I have to do is swap out the script and background shader and write a new song and I can just let the program churn away rendering a new video. (Of course, fiddling with the shader until it looks presentable takes so long that it kind of eats into the time savings.)

There's not much to say about this one. The typing sounds were graciously provided by Mints. Those with careful ears might notice the instrument playing the chords in other chatlog songs.

The Second Chatlog

One of the only interesting things about this one: the melody is actually a musical cryptogram! What it spells out is an exercise for the reader. ;) The miscellaneous background sounds are all distorted versions of stuff I recorded myself one day when my film teacher let me wander the halls with a microphone. Film school has its perks.

Rio Hachimitsu's BDA

Doing the first body drop music was pretty intimidating. The body discovery music in Danganronpa has a particular instantly recognizable quality to it. If I wanted to go for that style, I'd have to get it down perfectly. (Otherwise I'd come off as a cheap imitation.) So I decided to be original. After school PSAs would be proud.

The melody here is probably pretty familiar to you all by now. Every BDA has used some variation of this melody because I'm a sucker for leitmotif. The melody itself is a slightly modified version of the Dies Irae. (Yes, I know I'm very pretentious, but being pretentious is fun.) This is also the first instance of what I call the "death rattle." I put that strange scraping sound into every BDA and execution for consistency's sake. You can see it as the moment the soul leaves the deceased's body or the moment the onlookers realize somebody's just died... or something. The really fun part is what it is - it's a bell tree! Yknow, those tinkly whimsical things. It's just been reversed and slowed down and drenched in reverb. It's fun how malleable audio is.

Minnie Minami's EXE

This was fun! Despite being a film student for a while, I've never had to write music to sync up with a video before. (I still haven't - I'm pretty sure the video was edited to match up with the music and not vice versa.) The overall tone of this one was pretty obvious. Of course a ringleader's execution would be accompanied by messed up circus music. Anything else just wouldn't be right. There's not really much else to say about it other than that it includes samples from my toy accordion and slide whistle.

Sampled:

An old recording of Auld Lang Syne

Yasu Kozakura's BDA

The body drop's usage of mirrors really hit me in the art gut, so I figured the BDA jingle should have something to do with mirrors. This is why the melody plays forwards and backwards simultaneously, because mirrors. (Some call that kind of thing a "crab canon.")

My incredibly good and quality cat piano is also in here. A stretched out meow recorded from it forms the basis of the background chord.

NANIKO's EXE

For this one, I gave the video editor three different tracks, one for each "segment" of the execution. I did this as a cop-out because I didn't want to have to try to sync my music up with the video - this way, the editor could mash it all together.

The segment with the mirrors was an exercise in what's called "phase music", where two lines drift out of sync with each other, creating different rhythmic textures over the course of the song. (Piano Phase and Clapping Music, both by Steve Reich, are two classic examples of the form.) For some reason, echoey piano lines phasing in and out of sync feel mirror-y to me. They also form a nice musical callback to the BDA.

Sampled:

Me switching frequencies on the radio

Sayuri Nishi's BDA

Shoutout to Free Wave Samples for having a heartbeat sound. I didn't want to try to make that sound myself with drums. 

Kosuke Nakamura's EXE

This execution is significant because it's the first non-video one. Execution art wasn't my department, so I'm not going to speak on how that change affected the artists, but I found it liberating to be able to follow the more general emotional arc of the execution rather than being tethered to the pacing of a video.

When I asked Angela for guidance on where to go musically, we came to the conclusion that the proper genre would be "Tom and Jerry noir." That description alone is why I loved doing music for DECK - where else do you get the opportunity to write something with that as guidance? The most natural interpretation in my view was a song that starts out jazzy and segues into slapstick-esque classical to mirror the transition from the safety of noir to being mauled by a giant robot cat.

Also, the Slack notification sound is in there, since Los suggested a social media notification sound in the background somewhere. (Slack's basically social media for tech dorks, right?)

Sampled:

Slack

Tom and Jerry

The Missing BDAs

Unfortunately, I got preoccupied and neglected to do BDA music for the deaths in Chapter 4. Generally, there's not many interesting things to say about stuff that doesn't exist. The plan was to sample Pomp and Circumstance for Law N... but I didn't. Sorry, Froggy. I didn't have any other plans for this one.

Ukiyo-Maemi's EXE

This one relies so much on sampling it almost makes me feel bad. I got so much mileage out of the clanging percussion and the spooky background sounds that it's basically cheating. 

Sampled:

My lovely girlfriend 💕

OFF

Akira Akatsuki's BDA

I was in a very percussion-heavy mood when I wrote this. (Can you tell?) Listening to the FLCL soundtrack had me jonesing for some dramatic cymbals.

Sampled:

Earthbound

Genko Junshu's BDA

Junshu's body was found in the Navigation Station. This called to mind sonar beeps and garbled radio messages and such. This is another one that wouldn't be nearly as interesting without the sampling. Hopefully this is transformative enough to not get me labeled a hack.

Sampled:

Earthbound

Law Kiyuu's EXE

This execution actually freaked me the hell out the first time I read it. Freaked me out for like a week - something about the combination of incredible writing and the subject matter. It honestly felt calculated to scare me specifically.

Anyway, I had a lot of fun with this one. I wanted to write something as unsettling as the execution it was accompanying. The intro is supposed to represent Law thinking he's already dead. Next comes his terror (evoked with the hilariously dissonant Altered scale), and then the final spooky arrhythmic section is supposed to be him being cut apart. (Note that part of the music drifts out of sync with itself to represent Law, uh, going to pieces.) The return of the piano is supposed to evoke the flashback section. That kind of piano sound always sounds spooky and/or sentimental to me.

Not much else to say now that I've dissected (heh) basically all of the decisions I've made for this one. I'm really proud of Law's execution song - it might be my favorite out of all the ones I've done for DECK.

Sampled:

Earthbound

Persona 2: Innocent Sin

The Doug Theme

Death Note

"It's a Long Way to Tipperary"

gamer butt song

Frogbot's EXE

The original plan for this one was start this one off with a hocket-y medley of all the previous body drops and executions. However, it would have been really tedious to export then import all the relevant instruments, so I didn't do that. Instead I remixed the typical BDA theme. It's supposed to convey the shift from FrogBot's reign of despair to the triumph of getting them executed. I realized part of the way through that this segment was far too triumphant given how many people died and the fact that the submarine is about to explode, so then I just ended it by lingering on a diminished chord. I'm not a very subtle person. Frogbot's execution lacks the death rattle 'cause there's no horrifying realization that one of your classmates is dead. (Exercise for the reader: find where I hid the Flintstones theme in this song. Good luck.)

Conclusion

DECK was a lot of fun to work on. I wrote some extremely messy code, made some sick as hell videos, and wrote some pretty baller music. I got to see some wonderful artists do their work, and I got to skim some pretty intense roleplaying. Thank you to everyone who said nice things about my music and to the mods for being really cool dudes. Special thanks to Mints and Los for letting me put this long-winded rant on their blog, and thank you for reading this whole thing.

See you on the flip side, y'all.

[spindleprick]

I had been against the idea of rp community dying for a long time, but now I wholeheartedly support it. It just needs to die. Role-playing has lost every meaning of that word and every group that I have been a part of lately has been killing my mood for writing. People are rude, controlling and way too stuck up. There's no help. What are you thoughts on this?

I saw this message earlier and had to step away to have a long hot shower to deep-think this over in. And then a few more hours of thought after that. And now I’m.. still not sure I have a solid answer for you?

To be honest, I’ve never really thought about a full “death” of the RPC, and I think that’s because I don’t think it’ll ever truly happen - while large groups of us may grow disenchanted/find new hobbies/otherwise lose time for it, it seems to me that there will always be new people discovering it and stepping in. That being said - still an interesting concept.

And I’m not entirely sure… the RPC hasn’t died? In a way. 

I don’t say that to be dramatic, or even wholly negative, but I do see very little resemblance in the LSRPG community now (which I say specifically because it’s the section I’m most a part of) and the community I joined back when I was 16/the years following. Which, to be fair, is a looong time, and things naturally evolve and change over the course of 7ish years. And it’s not like anybody killed the RPC; there’s no specific stage to blame, in my opinion. But yeah. I’d say the way everything is structured now is a complete departure from where it came from. 

Kind of like that Berenstain-Berenstein Bears effect, I feel like so many of us talk about this ill-defined “golden age” of RPing where everything was exciting and wholeheartedly absorbing. We all remember getting up early to do replies before school, or refreshing the app during school to check for new content on the dash (reading everybody’s threads, not just your own), blasting through homework or work to get on the computer. NONE of us seem to know how, why, or when that all stopped, but it evidently did - and we’re all sad about it.

While I certainly don’t want to discredit your feelings (because they’re super valid and I’m so sorry those were your experiences lately!!), I disagree for the most part on the people here. While there are certainly rude, backhanded, or even toxic individuals in the community (as can be said of any group of people), for the most part I find kindness and energy here.

But I would say maybe.. we’re all tired? Stressed? Putting too much pressure and meaning on something we all started because we love it so much, only to turn it into various versions of competition? There’s nothing inherently wrong with beautiful, complex graphics, promotional material, contests, talk tags, etc. But when you put it all together with elongated wait times before a roleplay even releases it’s main, it’s putting a stress on all the wrong parts of roleplaying. It can make it about the showmanship, the build up; the success of an rpg is merited on how many applications it gets at opening; suddenly a character you want is no longer just a role, but a badge that you beat ( x ) amount of people to get it, a trophy for your muse page. As much as admins will say apps are not about quanitity, I think so many of us still feel that stress to write thousands of words or have our shot lost. And when all these places take so long to go up, we have less options to chose from. so some people join because it’s the best among the things that are out, then leave their muse days or weeks later because they were just desperate for somewhere to write. Or the novella-paragraphs take too much time to reply to. And so the dash stalls. Or it dies. Rinse, repeat.

So yeah… I think I’m ready for LSRPG to die – at least as the dominating force of the community. And don’t get me wrong, I’m not a total naysayer; I find good things in the practices of it all too. I’ve had great experiences, met good people. And I don’t even want those roleplays to go extinct, because there have been so many beautiful ones! But I would love a return to the more grassroots of things – bios with the standard three paragraphs, gif chats and paragraphs welcome, mains that release when they’re ready, less serious characters. I think an alleviation from the seriousness of it all might do the community some good, and change the way we write, talk, interact, support one another. I don’t know if that would actually solve any of our problems, and maybe it wouldn’t do a goddamn thing, but it’s a nice thing to think about.

[rudra-writes]

Pallas and Telurin - Road Ravens (Part 2)

Part of a roleplay story with Telurin’s player. While traveling on the road, a dread raven swoops down to attack Pallas and Telurin. Telurin slays the creature, enabling Pallas to collect a bounty in town.

Pallas accepts the giant feathers. He runs his fingers over the shaft, then puts them into the talbuk's saddlebag for safekeeping. "Yes. I would like it. We should be getting a nice bounty. I don't often get to have a large meal... I'm used to temple food." He started on his way down the road again, still in a happy mood. "Can you still enjoy food, Telurin? Does it have a taste?"

Telurin picks up his reins and steps back into the saddle before he replies. "I'm not particularly fond of eating, these days." He looks at Pallas and lets his expression fall to something similar to it what it was last night after he had slain the last of the demons. His voice is likewise flat as he speaks, "Except for the souls of those that I've slain."

Pallas makes a high-and-mighty body gesture, throwing his chest out and raising his chin. "I suppose the souls of helpless children and babies are the most delectable to you."

Telurin laughs, his emotionless facade cracking slightly though the sound is still more than slightly unsettling. "I prefer the terror of the righteous." 

Death Knight laughter was... Well, it was frightening. It sounded echoey and menacing. Regardless, Pallas enjoys Telurin's laughter. He did stop to consider what exactly that meant about himself. Was he attracted to the dark, and to the dark part of himself and other things? And so it was reflected in the choice of company he made? He dismissed those thoughts for the moment. Telurin needed to be teased. "And who have you terrorized lately, hm? Do you enjoy getting Anchorites' and Vindicators'  knickers in a knot?"

"Who indeed?" Telurin replies, emotion creeping back into his voice as a dark humor. "You do not truly know me, perhaps the taste of betrayal is particularly sweet." Telurin gives Sugarfoot an unspoken command and the horse lunges forward and to the side allowing Telurin to grab the reins of Pallas's talbuk just under its chin before it bolts, forcing it to walk along with the undead charger. "You should remember with what you speak, Anchorite." 

Telurin has suddenly grabbed the reins of Pallas's talbuk. The animal made frightened noises, and foamed at the mouth in its fear. "What are you doing?" Pallas yelped in surprise. He glanced over at Telurin's face. "I've heard the 'don't trust me, I'm a Death Knight!' lecture before, I'll have you know. I think that a living person can be just as dangerous and untrustworthy. What makes you so different?"

"The living are not required to kill." Telurin hisses lowly. While he's dropped his own reins in favor of Pallas's and is quite close to the other man, he makes no move to physically loom over him. After a moment he snorts and lets the poor talbuk go.

Pallas's talbuk jerks its head away with a loud bleat. Pallas reins the poor creature back under control. When it seems calm again, he studies Telurin. There is a message the Knight is clearly conveying. I'm dangerous, and you should get far away. Yet, Telurin had not refused Pallas's request, and he remained here at his side now. The desire to protect must have conflicted greatly with the knowledge of what he was.

"There is a flaw in your argument," Pallas pointed out after a while. "The living must kill, as well, to sustain ourselves. Even if I were to become completely vegan, I would still need to eat the plants." Pallas went a little cyan in the cheeks. "I know it must seem abominable. If I think about needing to do what you do to sustain yourself... I feel as if I should go mad. I don't... in truth know, how Death Knights can cope with what they're put through. But... at the core of it, you are simply consuming something else. Does a lion feel grief for its prey?"

Telurin picks up his own reins and mutters "A lion does not eat other lions." He's given his word he'd protect this man he hardly knows on the basis of his profession alone, and that includes from himself, and others like him. "I am hardly comparable to a vegetarian." he says more clearly.

Pallas studies the Death Knight's face and manner. "May I ask you something?" he inquires. "The suffering that Death Knights must inflict... Must it be towards... sentient creatures? Would you be able to be sustained feasting your blade on wild animals, or other creatures not sentient?" It was a gruesome question, but something Pallas had often wondered.

The tension that Telurin has shown since this darker turn of their conversation tightens another notch, but he had encouraged these questions with his own behavior. "The raven whose feathers you now carry as a trophy, you could argue that beast was more intelligent than most, could you not? Yet its death pales in comparison to something that is truly self aware. I could wipe out entire species before I would truly be satisfied by their deaths."

Pallas's mouth tightened when he heard the response to his question. That truly was grim. It was little wonder that Death Knights, especially those who were of a noble bearing in life, which draenei often were, truly despised themselves. He fell quiet for a time.

Silence is a good strategy, if Pallas had wanted to coax further explanation from the death knight. Telurin mulls over the decision to continue in the silence, and in the end convinces himself that Pallas would be better served knowing the truth, that what he's said in jest is more true than not. "The power of a sentient being's death is great, but the suffering of that same being? To be the cause of that pain? It is intoxicating, moreso than any drink or drug you may have experienced. You would do well to remember even the tamest of us also, to some degree, wish you ill, because that is the very thing upon which we survive."

Pallas had not known this. His head comes up and he looks over at Telurin when the Death Knight volunteers information, something he generally did not seem wont to do. "...Intoxication?" The gears are turning in his head now. "To hurt someone gives you a high? It is ecstatic?"

"Yes." The death knight, having given his warning, seems to go sullen and taciturn once more.

Pallas looks crestfallen. All this time, and he hadn't known that. No one else had told him. He looks frustrated at himself. "I've been a fool."

That statement pulls a smirk from Telurin, but when he looks across at the Anchorite he curbs his tongue and merely says, "In what way?"

Pallas's brows were drawn together, "I've been coming so close to Death Knights and fraternizing with them, all this time unaware that they had such a temptation. I thought they tried to push me away simply out of self-loathing." His expression became earnest and he looked up at Telurin's face again as the other man rode. "Telurin, I am sorry. I have done you wrong in my naivete, to have thought that way."

Telurin's jaw works at the unnecessary apology. "Do not concern yourself over it, other than to be more careful. Many will still give you the respect that is due your station, but those that cannot, or will not, control their baser urges have not yet died out."

Pallas nods. It's true, the best thing he can do is to be more careful. They travel on in silence for a while. Pallas them remembers what Telurin had mentioned earlier... about the suffering of the righteous being the most delectable for him. Had Telurin been serious, or had he still just been joking? Did this Death Knight like hurting Anchorites? Was that what he had been trying to imply? And the reason his manner around Pallas always seemed simultaneously strained, and drawn to him, all the time? Pallas thought about the possibility worriedly, but he couldn't think of any way to breach such a sensitive issue to Telurin. It was a terrible question to ask. And Telurin seemed so noble. "...What about alcohol?" he asks, finally.

Telurin sighs. "A pale reminder of its former self."

"But you can still experience its effects?" Pallas inquires. He guesses that this must be so, considering Telurin had bought a drink for himself as well as for Pallas, when they had first met. He had no idea how to breach the subject of the suffering of the righteous. Talking about booze was a welcome change in subject.

"Why Pallas..." Telurin practically purrs, turning his head to look at the Anchorite. "Even after I all but admitted I would enjoy torturing you, you still want to see me drunk?" The death knight exhales sharply, his grin feral. "You have spirit, I will give you that much."

Pallas had not actually been thinking of getting Telurin completely smashed like that! Telurin's tone of voice makes him jump. Not surprisingly, the faint blue blush returns, creeping over his face and the tips of his ears. "What! Just because I ask if you can enjoy a stiff drink, doesn't mean I have some hidden agenda to get you drunk! Besides, you're huge. You'd probably require at least an entire keg! When’s the last time you've been drunk, anyway?"

Telurin pauses to consider. "A month?" He ventures a guess, "Perhaps two."

Pallas looks surprised, maybe even a little outraged. "That recent? How much do you drink! ...You are not going to get smashed in my presence. We will enjoy this bounty, but we will do so responsibly."

It was, perhaps, longer than that, now that he thinks on it, but he sees no reason to correct it. He does get drunk more than he ought, if only to dull his senses on the days the endless hunger is not satisfied with death alone. Outwardly, he eases back into the more personable role of 'amused protector' and says, "Of course, Anchorite." His inflection making it sound peculiar, almost ritualized.

Pallas shoots Telurin a look. "You don't need to be drunk to torture me, clearly. You are torturing me right now! Traveling with you is complete torture. You must feel very satisfied right now with what you put me through."

Telurin smirks at the diatribe, the last of his tension leaking away. "I am," he admits, pointedly looking at the Anchorite, "-Extremely- satisfied right now."

Pallas raises his chin imperiously. When he becomes a little older, maybe another 50 or so years down the line, he might actually look grandly imposing with those icy looks. Right now, he's really too young and it doesn't work so well. "Well, clearly I must continue to sacrifice myself for the greater good of all." But what they're saying is so silly, the end of his mouth twitches.

Telurin responds with a snort of derision. "There is a town up ahead. Go and claim your bounty, and I will see about securing us a table for this feast of yours."

[mummybear]

The Sinners

This Is Day 12 Of Roleplay May

Words: 3155

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Rough Sex, Spanking Teasing, Blow Job Under A Desk, Sex On A Desk, Edging, Orgasm Control, Roleplay, So much dirty talk..... Think that’s it.

Characters: Priest Dean, Priest Sam, Nun Reader, Unnamed Priest, Friend Of John’s (George).

Parings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: The Winchesters and the reader are called to investigate murders at a church, but when Sam solves the case before Dean and the reader leave. What will they do? Now that they finally have a little alone time, will they take advantage of the situation?

This was some of the hardest and most strange acting you’d ever had to do since you’d started living with the Winchester brothers, maybe even since you’d first started hunting. But here you were, walking around this massive beautiful church, taking in every one of the locals who looked on respectfully. 

Sam had quickly found out that this particular church had recently been remodelled, although if you would’ve shown up before checking, that would’ve been immediately obvious. Which is what had led the three of you to to easily conclude what had probably angered the spirit after such a long time.

You were dressed as one of the sisters, blending in surprisingly well, trying to remember everything you could from the film sister act, since that was the only form of reference you could call to mind. The brothers had sent you in a day ahead of them, they were due to turn up at any time now, joining as two new priests.

Turning the corner and you take another set of steps down, heading down to the dungeon where people were known to have seen the ghost. Dean was certain that the ghost was most likely to have been a bishop, who had died here in the late nineteen hundreds and whose body had been discovered in the basement. Things had become increasingly serious lately, ending up with two nuns and a priest being murdered in the basement, which is why the three of you had been called by an old contact of John’s, George, since he had known something was seriously wrong. He was someone who’d assured you that this wasn’t just some made up ghost sighting. 

Your hand hovers over the iron blade, which is hidden just under your skirt, with the gun holster that you have fastened to your thigh. The door slams closed behind you and your heart starts beating wildly in your chest, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you carefully pull the knife free and you whirl on the closed door.  But there’s nothing there, you can’t be sure but there’s every chance it’s the ghost. Adjusting your grip on the knife, you slowly walk a little further inside.

The musty smell hits your nose stronger the deeper that you go, holding your arm over your mouth and nose as you walk while keeping a tight grip on the blade. Then you reach the final chamber of the basement, proof that way back in the day this place had been a torture chamber of some kind. There were thick chains and shackles hanging from the walls, thick and dark blood still visible on the surface. There were also signs of blood on the floor still, from the bodies that had recently been found.

Beside you was a large sturdy table, with a few dusty books and piles of papers on top. There were a few old and broken windows on the floor, that were leaning against the wall. Your distraction is short lived, when you hear something that makes you stop in your tracks.

You hear heavy footsteps behind you, echoing off of the basement walls, causing that shiver to roll through your body all over again. When you turn this time your knife is poised to attack, however the person behind you is faster and catches your wrist in his hand and tuts.

“I think you need to work on your aim there, sister” 

There’s no mistaking that voice, hearing it every morning you wake up and every night you go to sleep. Grabbing your knife from your hand, he flips it skilfully before handing the handle back to you and you can almost hear the smirk on those plump lips. His torch shines in your face so you have to squint a little, but the light quickly moves away shining on your body.

“Glad to see you could finally make it, father Winchester.” you smirk up at him, licking your lips when he leans in closer and your back hits the cold stone wall behind you.

He looks fucking amazing, you had no idea this was a kink of yours, not until Dean was stood in front of you dressed in it. 

“I was doing a little research last night and I found out a very interesting little fact about the murders that have happened down here in the last month.” Dean reveals keeping his voice low.

“Oh yeah, what’s that then?” you ask quietly, feeling him press his body closer to your own.

“So get this, turns out the priests and nuns around have been getting a little too familiar. Sexually,” he grins wiggling his eyebrows, you can’t help but laugh at the massive dork in front of you.

You have your own idea of where this is going but you play along anyway.

“Really? Well I can’t say I blame them father.” you practically purr, slipping your hands inside his jacket, letting your fingers glide slowly down the thin black fabric covering his firm chest.

Dean’s smirk grows as he bites into his bottom lip, “Is something on your mind my child?” he asks with a slight change in his voice and his free hand not holding the torch gently grips your hip.

Licking your lips you nod slowly, looking up into those gorgeous green eyes. 

“Yes, there is. All of last night I had some very impure thoughts about you. I may have even let my fingers wander.” you answer seductively, feeling his grip tighten as he growls your name in warning.

“Such a bad little girl. I thought we had this conversation last week, you don’t touch what’s mine, especially when I’m not there. Did you come?”

His question takes you by surprise, even though you probably should’ve expected it. 

“Yeah, I did. Made sure I moaned your name though, just like I do every time, even if I did have to be really quiet about it.” You smile cheekily, knowing that you’re pushing all of the right buttons when he drops the torch on that large table beside you and his hand pushes under your skirt.

“You’re fuckin’ killin’ me here sweetheart, you wait until I get you home.” Dean groans, brushing his fingers over your wet but covered slit. You roll your hips against his hand as his lips just barely brush yours, “it’ll take a little more than a few hail Mary’s to save you here, safe to say you’ve earned your spanking today, don’t you think sister?” 

“Whatever you think is best. You are the boss.” 

“It’s a shame you didn’t think about that last night really sweetheart.” 

Feeling his phone vibrating you slip your hand inside his jacket and pull out his phone from the pocket, unlocking his phone you smile, humming under your breath. You look back up at him and show him the message from Sam. “Looks like we have some free time baby, perhaps you should just punish me right now,” 

Gripping your jaw roughly he presses a firm kiss to your lips, your hands fist in his jacket when he pushes your panties aside and two of his thick fingers slip inside your opening. 

“I want you to meet me upstairs, in that empty office. But first, I’m gonna get you close and you're not gonna come, are you?” 

“No father, I'll do whatever you want,” you gasp as he curls his fingers inside you and drags your bottom lip between his teeth.

He chuckles in the back of his throat releasing your lip, “of course you will my dirty little sinner. Maybe you’ll finally learn to do as you’re told.” Dean grunts when you move your hand over the bulge in the front of his pants. Kicking your feet apart. his fingers speed up and he adds a third, causing your begging whimpers to fill the echoing space around the pair of you, you cling to Dean tighter when the heel of his hand rubs perfectly against your clit.

Your chest is heaving and your blood is pumping hard in your ears, “Dean, please stop.” you whine desperately, feeling your pussy starting to clamp down around his insistent fingers. 

“Pretty sure you can do better than that, can’t you sweetheart? I dare you. Give me even more reason to spank that ass red.” he growls as your head falls back against the wall, fighting every single part of you that’s desperate for release.

You cry out loudly when he finally removes his fingers and you slump against his chest, hearing the lewd sounds he makes sucking his fingers between his lips, licking and sucking your slick from the thick digits.

“You’re lucky you’re so fuckin’ sexy. Now, be a good girl and meet me upstairs and I might let you finish.”

You lean back against the wall to support yourself, when he finally releases you and grabs the torch, throwing you a quick wink he leaves the basement. Your head is spinning, only Dean had been able to wind you up this way. His voice always drove you almost as mad as those skilled fingers of his, not to mention his perfect thick cock which always had you begging him. You were nervous about doing this, but the excitement by far outweighed your nerves.

The minutes tick by and you regain your breath and readjust yourself, quickly exiting the basement. You slowly make your way towards the office Dean had told you about, smiling politely and nodding your head at the other sisters who pass you, doing your best not to show that you were rushing.

You see him sitting at the desk when you start making your way towards the room, he looks up as you walk in and you meet his eyes. 

“Father, I heard you wanted to see me,” your voice is so innocent and quiet, Dean has to suppress the groan that’s threatening to leave his chest.

“Yes I did. Please, come in sister. Close the door behind you,” that filthy smirk on his lips is the polar opposite to how his voice sounds. Bowing your head you do as he asks and lock the door behind you. “Skirt up. Spread your legs and bend over my desk for your punishment.” he instructs you, keeping his tone even and his voice quiet.

You can’t help but smile, when you see the pile of stuff he’d quite clearly swept off of the desk as soon as he’d got inside the room. You watch him as you pull the skirt up your legs slowly, until you have to ease it over your ass and up around your waist. Seeing him stand from the chair and walk around the desk, you bend over the cold wood and spread your legs, hands gripping the other side when you feel his large warm hands smoothing over your ass cheeks. 

“Forgive me father,” you whimper, hearing him groan behind you when he squeezes your ass cheeks roughly.

“Oh baby girl, this will help. How many do you think? Is ten enough?” he rasps voice much rougher than before, all you can do is moan into the table, feeling the arousal shooting straight to your core. “Answer me, you know the rules!” Dean demands, as a hard smack connects with your skin. 

You manage to muffle the scream of surprise behind your hand, not missing the chuckle that it pulls from the man behind you. “S-Sorry father,” you whimper as your grip on the table tightens, “Whatever you say is right. I trust you,” you breathe out shakily, dropping your forehead onto the table as the second slap comes down just as hard on the other cheek, pulling a shaky moan from your already parted lips. 

Dean quickly rips your thin panties from your body and tucks them into his back pocket.

You cry out against the wood, rolling your hips back into his hands, the next three slaps are against the same cheek, just as hard as the first. Your whimpering his name as his hand smoothes over the tender skin. You can feel yourself sweating against the table, stomach clenching and your pussy fluttering around nothing. He quickly evens out the slaps on your other cheek, three hard slaps coming down in quick succession on the other side. You have to stop yourself from clamping your legs together, when his fingers slip easily between your dripping folds.

“Such a good girl for me baby, look at that sexy ass. So fuckin’ pretty, all red for me baby.” he groans loudly. Your ass feels like it’s on fire in the best way possible, every nerve ending in your entire body is at attention. You’re so close already, with the way that he’s been edging you and you know he knows it. “You doin’ okay baby?” Dean asks gently, bending down to press his lips to your ass.

“So good, so good Dean” you whimper breathlessly.

Your entire body clenches and your eyes squeeze shut when he slaps your pussy, nowhere near as hard as the ones on your ass but it feels amazing nonetheless. Quickly followed by another sharp slap, which almost makes your legs collapse beneath you. 

“You did so good baby, so fuckin’ perfect.” he praises you, pressing gentle kisses to your skin, his tongue running through your sensitive folds.

There’s a knock at the door as Dean helps you up from the desk and presses his lips to yours, “Under the desk, i promise we will finish up as soon as I get rid of them,” 

Sighing you lower your dress and slip beneath his desk, whimpering when the heels of your feet press into your tender ass. Hearing the door unlock as you get as comfortable as possible.

Dean takes his seat at the desk, careful that when he pulls the chair in he doesn’t hurt you. 

“Come in,” he calls just as you get an idea, sliding your hands up his thick thighs and you quickly unbuckle his belt as the door opens. 

Dean’s legs fall open and his muscles tense when you unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper.

“Father Winchester, I’m sorry to interrupt. I was told you might know, I was just wondering if you’d seen sister Y/N, she seems to be missing,” the young priest asks nervously, as one of Dean’s hands slips beneath the desk and pushes into your hair.

You tug his pants and boxers down just enough to release his thick length, holding back the moan when you seal your lips around the head of his cock. 

“As far as I’m aware she had to leave. Family emergency,” Dean explains quickly, biting his lip when you take him as deep as you can.

Dean’s fingers tighten in your hair when you start to bob your head over him, sliding easily up and down his length, enjoying the way that his free hand is clenched around the arm of the chair. “Oh, my apologies sir. Sorry for bothering you, I’ll leave you to your work.” 

Dean realises that he suddenly doesn’t trust his voice, with a stiff nod of his head, he holds up his hand and the young man leaves. 

The second the door closes, Dean pulls you up from the floor and presses a rough but chaste kiss to your lips, “Fuck I love you,” he groans standing from the chair.

“Love you too baby, we should do this more often,” you grin, pulling your skirt back up around your waist, loving the way he licks his lips watching every bit of new skin that’s revealed to him.

When Dean pushes you back, he lifts you, dropping your ass carefully onto the desk. Pulling you right to the edge, he lines his cock up with your entrance and slides right inside your wet heat. Your legs hook over his hips as you lean back on your hands. 

“Just might have to take you up on that sweetheart,” he groans watching his cock slip inside you and back out with every slow thrust of his hips.

You throw your head back as your climax starts to build all over again, “Fuck, so close” you whine, as your lips part, “Have I been a good girl father?” you question behind your moan, as Dean slams back inside you.

“Oh you’ve been such a good girl for me sister, let it go when you're ready. Come all over my cock,” Dean growls, feeling your pussy clench around him, your whimpers slowly getting louder.

“Look at me,” he finally demands, as he picks up a more brutal pace and his hand presses over your mouth. You look at him breathing hard and fast behind his hand. Your entire body shivers, your eyes start rolling as your body aches and arches. 

You scream his name behind his hand, sweat covering your clothed bodies. Your entire body shaking as you fall apart around him. 

Dean pulls your shaking body against him and your arms wrap around his neck, your forehead drops against his shoulder, clinging to his back tightly. Dean pulls your legs higher, those strong fingers digging into your thighs and you know he’s getting close, hips are stuttering and his grip on you is unyielding. 

“Fuck, you feel so good, my dirty girl. Gonna make me come.” Dean moans loudly against your shoulder, teeth dragging across your skin.

You press your lips to his ear, “You make me so wet Dean, come on baby do it, fill me up.” you pant breathlessly, as your knees dig into his ribs. Dean whimpers, his grip on your thighs tightening when he finally lets go and his orgasm hits him hard, his hips slow down. 

Neither of you wanted to let go.

Then Dean’s phone starts ringing again. Finally Dean pulls his softening cock from inside you, a whimper falling past your lips as you sort out your clothes, already missing his touch. 

“Sammy, calm down!” Dean laughs quietly, nodding although the younger man can’t see him, tucking his cock back in his pants, you help him do them up as he continues to talk. “Yeah, we’re on our way. Okay, yeah. We’ll see you soon,” Dean replies, before hanging up the phone.

“He’s panicking isn’t he?” you ask with a smile, your breathing finally returning to normal. 

“Oh yeah, big time. I am the big brother right?” he chuckles, watching the way your smile only grows, “Filthy fucking mind, you have.” Dean grins, pulling you into a sweet kiss.

“Right, I’ve got the dirty mind father.” you smirk, sliding off the desk with a pained whimper. “You’ve got a lot of ass kissing to do when we get home Winchester, literally.” you warn him playfully, straightening his collar and brushing down his jacket.

“Oh with pleasure sweetheart, now let’s get out of here.” Dean winks, unlocking the door, with you following dutifully behind him.

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[blckspectre-blog]

✶ - - ` intro

hello everyone! i’m carly; chances are we’ve met in another roleplay before at some time or another, as i’ve been in several, but if not, it’s great to meet you! i’m really excited to be here. those of you that have had me on twitter for a while may recall in your distant memory me talking about this muse when blcktmpl was first open. i almost impulse applied for him even though i didn’t have the time, but i controlled myself, thus he never lived. with blcktmpl reopening, however, i saw my opportunity and took it, because i said i would, and i’m equal parts excited and nervous tbh! usually i join things pretty early and not when they’re already established, but i trust u guys to take good care of me and involve me in everything, and i am going to weasel my way into all of your plots, too.

a big reason that i’m nervous is because i’m not 100% sure how to write this muse yet, i took forever on his profile page (and his bio is now up here!)  (this is all i have up atm...haha...) so i didn’t write his bio or any of the solos yet even though i wanted to, and i may do that to get a solid handle on him before i delve too far into plotting. that being said, if you want to plot, like this post! i just ask that you give me some time to get settled first, i’m going to give myself a week to write the stuff i need to as my deadline, and then i’ll send messages out after that for sure. feel free to beat me to it if you want, though! i welcome any and all ideas so if u get anything, don’t be afraid to mention it to me! aside from that, i’m also @taekaimoon on twitter. we can plot there, or you can just follow me and we can be friends, both are welcome ;w; i have a discord too, but dm me if you want that, it’s kind of my peaceful space.

enOUGH about me!! onto what you’re really here for: mr spectre. he’s a lil bit sugar, spice, everything nice and chemical x, and a lil bit genji from overwatch, older brother presumably killing him and all (thanks @blckgambit). he lived his life pre-blcktmpl in his older brother’s shadow, always quiet and blending into the background, and he chose the name spectre because of that, mainly, but it got a double meaning after gambit was forced to “kill him” for his initiation following their simultaneous kidnappings, and then the collective saved spectre for a fun plot twist. he’s a veteran of five years now, his story and character is pretty well known in blcktmpl, but he prefers to live as mysteriously as possible, living up to his name. he’s very shadow-y, very ghost-like, rarely speaks, tends to appear and disappear a lot. he might be hard to plot with but i promise i will try my darndest, ok!! more facts about him under the cut!

one of your (currently) few isabelline candidates

as mentioned before, a veteran of five years, so if you were a(n isabelline) rookie in the past ~3 years, he could’ve helped with your training, or maybe you know an isabelline candidate that he helped with

his elev8 account is some real hipster bullshit. he doesn’t post any pictures of himself, preferring to keep up his air of mystery, and posts pictures of his surroundings, friends, acquaintances, etc, with vaguely eerie, poetic captions. some posts are poetic weirdness or philosophical shit without pictures

he works at an arcade out in the real world, still rarely speaking, lurking in the shadows there too

he used to work as a bartender but that required too much socializing for his taste, even though he enjoyed listening to drunk people pour out their life stories

i still don’t know if his obsession with staying mysterious is genuinely for his own protection or a strategy to keep the collective interested in him, because once they know everything about him he’ll be boring. he’s equal parts genuinely aloof and a little calculating

his entire time (presumably) died during the awakening part of the initiation. he survived because he spent most of the time hiding. he’s not proud of it and he never talks about it (there’s room for plotting here though; maybe a teammate survived without his knowledge, etc)

he really has a good heart, and gets attached more quickly than he wants to admit. he’s so quiet partially to spare others from the same fate

looking after people is in his nature; he spent most of his teenage years taking care of his brother who was ill for years, so he will do the same with others, especially younger than him

he was a successful author before blcktmpl, but as a ghostwriter-- under his brother’s name. they collaborated and jonghyun wrote myungsoo’s memoir about his experience with his illness

knows multiple types of martial arts, and practices daily to keep his mind clear and body in peak condition. catch him in the training area’s dojo and parkour simulation learning to wall climb like the real genji

at first, spectre was thankful to the collective for saving his life and giving him a chance to live his own life for the first time in years, though he quickly learned he was only around for their entertainment, and his fondness for them ran out by the end of his first year as a candidate

his participation in missions was almost constant at first, and then has tapered off to be more spotty. he loves to keep everybody guessing on whether he’ll show up or not,,, but ultimately he participates quite a lot and has performed pretty well over the years

he’s a very calm and level-headed individual, and has this exterior of being unfazed, especially when it comes to accepting higher level missions, but internally He Screams, he just puts on a brave face

[millenniumhprp]

“Gina my love, I absolutely loved your application. Your original character sounds fantastic and I can’t wait to see him on the dash. ~Admin M

Congrats Gina! You have been accepted to play as Benjamin Cooper (FC: Chance Perdomo)! Now, you have 48 hours to create your blog and follow our checklist. Once completed, please send a message to the main page and we will provide the link to the OOC blog / Discord.

In the meantime, if you have any questions regarding the process, just send us a message here and we’ll be happy to answer you. Great job! We can’t wait to see how you bring your character to life. Happy RPing!

Name: Gina

Preferred Pronouns: She / Her

Age: 23

Time Zone: MST-AZ

Activity level: I work for local news, so sometimes can be swept away easily for work – plus my shift is odd. However, I will try to get on every single night, if not every other day. <3

Previous Roleplaying Experience: over 12 years of forums and tumblr alike haha

How did you find out about Millennium? I’m an admin and set it up :P

What are you most excited for in the RP? THE TOURNAMENT – and older characters 😊

Anything Else: [removed]

IN CHARACTER

Character’s Name: Bejamin Cooper

Face claim: Chance Perdomo

Preferred Pronouns: He / Him

Age: 17

School: Hogwarts

Year: 7th

Blood-Status: Half-blood

House: Slytherin

How do they feel about their house placement? Indifferent. He does not want his house to define him. Only himself and his actions.

Job: During the summers with his mother, something in the Muggle world.

Biography: (tw: abuse & alcoholism)

Vola anima per aeterna - fly through eternal life.

Growing up was something of a difficulty for Benjamin. His father was a Pureblood – descendent from the Nott family – and emphasized the need for the young boy to learn magic when Benjamin first started showing his abilities at a young age. His mother was a Half-Blood, raised by a Muggle-born mother herself. Thus, she pleaded with her husband frequently that Benjamin needed the chance at a normal life without magic or the wizarding world. Especially since her own mother died in a tragic accident due to the aftermath of a battle from the first wizarding war. She wanted to give her son another option – knowing that a storm was coming. She saw how dangerous it was and didn’t want her only child growing up in such a dangerous place – and had another life to escape to if need be. Often, their screams from their fights shook the house, sending Benjamin into tears as he tried to cover his ears to block out the world. Drown it with his own thoughts and dreams. All while hiding in the back of the broom closet. Later, Benjamin learned that his father manipulated him many times. The Nott family was keen on memory charms and influence – making impressions and dictating many decisions often by corrupt ways. Out of guilt from thinking he was causing his parents fight, Benjamin often hid away or sometimes even ran. But one day, he didn’t have to. His father, suitcases in hand, left with another woman while his mother was left crying. Out of spite, Benjamin took his mother’s last name, protecting her as the new war began.

Raising him as a single parent, Benjamin’s mother moved them to a two-bedroom house right on the shore-line of Weymouth, Dorset in England. It was away from the center of the war, but another waged at home. His mother was in a drunken state most of the time, leaving the boy to write to himself, feeling lost in the world. She even took him out of Hogwarts during his fourth year – fearing the war would take her precious boy away. He went to a Muggle boarding school but missed the halls and corridors of Hogwarts. His home. Afterall, there, he thrived academically, particularly in potions. He liked to tinker with them, making them better. And in charms, he did the same. His journal was filled with ideas and potential inventions. Even so, Benjamin still practiced magic, eager to return once the war was over.

Now that the school is reopened, Benjamin has refused to finish Muggle school and told his mother that he is returning to Hogwarts. No matter what. Of course, she was distraught, and still has not come around. The fear of the Triwizard Tournament clouds her mind, wanting to keep Benjamin as far away as possible. However, he doesn’t need her protection. He’s fine on his own – witty, intelligent, cunning…qualities he knows are passed down from his father. All Benjamin wants is to be his own self, independent, and make his name known to the world. Not a Nott – nor a Half-Blood. Simply Benjamin Cooper. And he will stop at nothing to get his way.

What will your character bring to the RP? A male character split between the traits of his parents and the ambition to be his own person. He’s got the wit and tendencies of a villain, but longs to be good. I want to toy with the light and dark of a soul theme – and let Benjamin find his own way.

Patronus: Gray Wolf

Wand: 11 ½ inches, slightly springy, alder wood, unicorn hair core.

Head Canons:

·        During his first school-years at Hogwarts, in the summertime, his mother (a professor at the University) would be sure that Benjamin had full knowledge of the history of the Muggle World as well. Many times, she gave him books to read and take at least one Muggle-schooling course. Although, the war had caused her paranoia and thus led her to be more distant. Benjamin would then browse the library in their home on his free will whenever he decided to visit. After years of studying, he finds that he likes literature from the Muggle world and learning its history; because of this, Benjamin has a burning desire to travel, but also incorporate magic.

·        Benjamin is pansexual; however; aromantic. While he enjoys sexual encounters, he does not actively seek love or feel it often. In fact, he is often even more satisfied with friendships and other non-romantic relationships. He thinks this may change because he’s never been in love and goes in with an open mind. Benjamin’s severely insecure and does not believe in love due to his parents.

·        To keep a savings in mind, Benjamin worked a part-time job during the summer holidays. Oddly enough, at a bakery that is owned by his elderly neighbors. After his father left, his mother wanted to move out of London completely and migrated them towards the sea-side in Weymouth, Dorset England. The ocean did wonders for Benjamin, allowing him to gain a sense of wonder and appreciation for Muggle life even more. The summer meant he could swim, relax, and study. His neighbor, Lyle, was elderly and allows Benjamin to take his sailboat out if he cleans it up and also gave him his part-time job at his wife’s bakery. Discipline and responsibilities come with a job, which is what Benjamin believes he needs to become a man; to have courage and never let himself standby and watch any other horrible event pass before his very eyes.

Extras: Jupiter by Sleeping at Last

Para Sample: (tw: abuse, fighting, & alcoholism)

“Look at him, Camilla! He’ll never amount to anything.” Nathaniel Nott shouted to his wife as she held a younger, four-year-old version of Benjamin.

“He’s just a boy! Of course he won’t with you talking like this!” Camilla bent down, wiping the tears from Benjamin’s reddened cheeks, “Sweetheart, go to your room…please…”

All the young boy could do was look at his mother, saddened by how she seemed so broken. Every night was the same. His mother, fearing magic, did not want the boy to learn it when it became time that he would get the letter from Hogwarts. She feared it because it had killed her own mother - but Nathaniel, his father, tried to reason that it was dark magic that had done that. And with the tantrums Benjamin sometimes had, he was proven to show signs of magic with lights faintly flickering from time to time when he cried. Nathaniel, from pleading with his mother, led to arguments and fights - leaving all parties saddened greatly. Seeing the look in his father’s eyes, Benjamin quickly ran up the stairs, hiding in the broom closet with his knees hugged to his chest.

Some years later, even after Nathaniel left, the pain of being different; a freak; grew worse…

While growing up, Benjamin was faced with many issues. First his abuse, his mother becoming an alcoholic, and his father leaving. It made him feel unwanted and uncared for….as if he was the cause for all the issues. As if he were to blame. If that was what love was, he wanted none of it. Unfortunately, at home was not the only place where his insecurities thrived.

At age twelve, despite having gotten the letter from Hogwarts, Camilla refused to let her son learn magic at first. In the end, he started a year later than most Hogwarts students, making him feel behind and stupid. However, it was not his fault. As his mother tried to raise him as “normal”, Benjamin knew in his heart that he didn’t belong. It became evident as he was starting to be brought up in Muggle schooling, unable to control his magic when his emotions were heightened.

Being an awkward, shy boy, Benjamin was always bullied. Whenever the kids would push him or tease him, the bullies would suddenly trip on thin air. And one day, the boys were going too far. They began calling the young boy names saying that he was talking to the ‘Devil’ when he would whisper in his sleep at nap time (from nightmares) or utter words that he remembered his father saying when practicing and showing him simple spells.

They kicked the back of his desk, threw papers at him, pushed his arms, and even put gum in his hair. And while trying to control his anger, the young Benjamin’s temper slipped, making the teacher’s desk move forward and even start to lift before Benjamin fell to the ground, scared and shaking.

“You freak!” he heard a young girl scream and all he could do was crawl up from the ground and run. He ran until he reached his house where Benjamin hugged his knees to his chest and cried back to his broom closet, where the lights flickered from his hurricane of emotions. The young boy was confused, scared, and angry. He had no idea what to do. But the gentle touch of his mother’s hand on his shoulder was the only comfort he felt at the time. He always thought he was a freak.

Even now, Benjamin still feels out of place. Having finally been social at new Muggle schools when he was pulled from Hogwarts, it had done him a lot of good, but a lot of harm as well. He craved to be “normal” or at least fit in. He didn’t want to cause any pain that he felt when he was younger. To him, he was scared to death of being his father, but he was also terrified of being that boy once more.  Benjamin has many fears; thus, those fears are his insecurities. Although he must be careful to not let them get in the way as he returns to Hogwarts – a new, improved, young man.

[beautifulandbleeding]

Death #21

Man uses ritual magic to possess a body so that he can experience death in different ways. This story includes death by suffocation and claustrophobia, if that’s your thing ;)

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“This isn’t sexual,” Tamara said, not for the first time since Lukas had arrived at her brother’s apartment. They’d discussed this online and she’d made it perfectly clear then, too, that this wasn’t about getting off for her, and that she didn’t want that to be what he took away from this, either.

What do you want me to be getting out of this? Lukas had asked.

Tamara took a long moment to reply. I don’t know. Maybe you just want to satisfy some curiosity. What *do* you get out of this?

Something like that, Lukas had said, then fed her some line that he thought she’d believe about being fascinated with what it was like to have power like this over another person. Even if she consented to everything, she would still be completely, utterly helpless.

It was bullshit, of course. Lukas didn’t care about her at all. Tamara was just another body—no different to his, except that he didn’t intend to die at the end of this like she would.

Not that she did intend to die.

Tamara Michaels was a professional woman in her early thirties. Like many people in the city, she lived in an apartment with a few friends, not being able to afford the rent by herself. She was saving up for her wedding that July, to some low-income activist. Tamara herself was a human rights lawyer, and Lukas made the assumption all on his own that they met through a mutual interest in something like Amnesty International or whatever the best organisation to support was these days.

They didn’t talk much about her fiancé, which made sense. Nothing about this was sexual, but it definitely looked a certain way.

You meet a man on the internet and meet him where nobody else can see, so that he can hurt you…

Maybe she just had a guilty conscious.

She’d been fairly up-front about the fact that it was her involvement with human rights that led to her interest in torture and violence. Tamara was exposed to it all day, and it was exhausting. She had a therapist. The concept of ‘burnout’ wasn’t unfamiliar to her. As Tamara put it, there was just this invisible line that existed between herself and the people that she worked with, and more and more she felt herself being dragged to the other side. If she was going find herself in this liminal space between victim and voyeur, then Tamara Michaels wanted it to be on her own terms.

She and Lukas discussed what they were going to do for several weeks, and when her brother went away for a weekend, leaving Tamara responsible for his place, she gave Lukas the address and asked him to meet her there.

“Does your brother know that you’re bringing anyone over?” Lukas asked as he walked through the house. It was about an hour’s drive from the city, which was further than he usually went just in general. There were reasons that he didn’t like to travel.

There were pictures on the wall, unpaid bills laying around the room. Thomas Michaels. By the look of the man in the pictures, they could practically be twins. Scratch that—for all that Lukas knew, they were twins.

“He wouldn’t care if I do,” Tamara said. “Just as long as I don’t make too much of a mess or annoy the neighbours.”

“He owns this place?”

“Sure,” Tamara said. “I’d be more careful about letting you torture me for an afternoon if that wasn’t the case. This way.” She waved him over to a door that led to the basement, and followed her down to see what it was that she’d set up.

They’d agreed not to do anything that would scar, or leave permanent damage. Tamara had said that it was tricky, what she wanted, because if it came out that she was doing this then it would be so easy to declare her insane or to discredit her as a lawyer.

He’d not asked for much from her. Rope that she could pick up from a hardware store, duct tape. And did she think that it would be possible to get one of those plastic boxes that Christians kept their Christmas lights in? Ideally one that she could climb into?

Lukas gestured for her to come closer. Tamara did. She stood about a head shorter than he, which was interesting. He’d imagined her even tinier. “Last chance to back out.”

“No,” she said, as he knew that she would—she had too much to prove, and she’d gone through too much trouble to get him here. She was too invested.

“How long did you say that your brother would be gone?” Lukas asked. “He’s not going to walk in or something, will he?”

“No, no,” Tamara said. “Nothing like that.”

She frowned, momentarily looking down at the floor before looking back to him. She looked nervous. Lukas wondered, sometimes, if they sensed what would happen before he acted. If there was something about him that gave him away, marking him as wrong and vile. An abomination against everything good and right in the world. Tamara might just be nervous, though. Understandably.

“If you’re ready, then we may as well get started.” He picked the rope up from the ground. They’d discussed everything in such detail that there was no need to go through with it now. This wasn’t a roleplay thing—he was just to hurt her. “Turn around.”

Tamara let him bind her wrists in rope, and then in duct tape. At his command she stepped into the plastic box and stood still while he bound her knees together, then held her shoulder so that she could kneel. To secure the lid, Tamara would have to curl her chest down very tightly against her legs. It wouldn’t take long for the pressure of supporting her weight like that to hurt, and for a crick to appear in the back of her neck from trying to support her head. She’d find that there wasn’t a good way to lean her head without hurting something, and then the more that she tried to shift and adjust her position the more she’d realise that she couldn’t do a damn fucking thing. And wasn’t that what torture was all about, in the end? Being helpless? Being so vulnerable?

“I’m going to gag you,” Lukas said. “Then we’ll really start.”

“Okay,” Tamara said. “I took the liberty of putting air holes in the cover, by the way.”

Lukas considered this—not what he’d planned in the slightest. But then he nodded. He could work with that. “Okay. Fine.”

“Well, then,” Tamara said. “I guess you want to get to work.”

She looked really nervous, rolling her shoulders and testing the give in the bindings. There was no give, nowhere for her to run. Lukas was very, very good at this.

“Let me know if you have any last-minute complaints,” he said, “or reservations.”

“I know what I’m doing,” Tamara said. “I want this, Lukas. Unless you’re backing out?”

He simply smiled, then ripped a piece of duct tape and wrapped it around her mouth. He did a second just to be sure. With a hand on her shoulder he motioned for her to kneel, but before she crouched low enough for him to secure the lid, Lukas did two things.

He pinched her nose shut and watched as she realised that she couldn’t breathe—that she really couldn’t breathe, or struggle to pull away. Then he said that he’d let her breathe once she closed her eyes, but that there would be hell to pay if she opened them.

When Tamara obliged, Lukas bit the back of his finger so that it bled, then ran a streak of blood across her eyelids. Then he pushed her low into the box, and snapped it shut before she had the chance to think about what he’d just done.

For a time he waited, listening for how long it would take until Tamara started shifting. As far as she knew, Lukas would just leave her like that for a few hours—or for as long as he wanted, provided that her brother didn’t get back soon—and then let her go. He waited for about ten minutes, then half an hour, before finally reaching for the duct tape and taking care of Tamara’s little inconvenience. Soon the holes punctured in the box were sealed shut, limiting her oxygen even further.

Lukas sat with his back against the box, then ran his finger across his own eyelids, mimicking what he’d just done to Tamara. He braced himself so that he wouldn’t collapse painfully, then shut his eyes and held his hands in front of him as if he was praying. He saw nothing holy or sacred about what he could did; he didn’t see it as a gift of a blessing at all, even though it had been gifted to him…

He took one last look around the room, trying as best he could to ground himself in the present before squeezing his eyes shut again. Then he muttered the incantation, struggling to the end of it as he felt his body fall away from him.

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Everything was dark when Lukas opened his eyes. His arms were pulled tightly behind him and his shoulders were just starting to ache, but when he tried to roll them forward his skin brushed the lid of the box. For a moment panic threatened to seize him, but only for as long as it took to let himself give into it. He tried to push against the lid of the box, testing the limits of where he could move. He couldn’t breathe. Lukas was dying.

But you’re not, he told himself. He’d died like this many times before, in the body of others, and he knew that right now it was only fear that he felt running through him. The realisation momentarily separated himself from Tamara’s body, even as it continued to struggle and panic.

Deaths like this—tight, small, enclosed—were some of the worst. There was a reason that he’d insisted on gagging Tamara first. He’d learned from past experience, that there reached a point that he couldn’t hold out any longer, even if he wanted to go through with it. He’d mutter the incantation to put himself back into his own body, seizing back to life a moment later in a fit of panic. When the body that he’d taken was bleeding to death or overdosing, he didn’t have the same time to realise how horrible it actually was, but a death like this was different.

Perhaps that was why he kept coming back to this.

He shut Tamara’s eyes, trying to lean the forehead against the side of the box as best he could. The crick that he expected to feel in the neck wasn’t there yet, but the muscles at the top of Tamara’s back were starting to hurt and so it was only a matter time before that insufferable agony gripped him.

It took a moment before he was sure that breathing was under control.

Lukas felt himself shake. Involuntary. Could just as easily be part of Tamara’s physiology as it might be something that he’d dragged into this body with him.

He didn’t want to die of dehydration for three days—that was why he’d taken the time to seal all the air holes, so that he’d die well before the worst of this dragged on for too long. But did we get them all? The thought hit him hard, right in the pit of the stomach, and he frantically tried to look around for any sign of light that was slipping through any forgotten cracks. There was nothing, though. He was alone here in the dark, in a stranger’s body.

There was nothing to see but he closed the eyes anyway. Every body hurt differently, and the fear was never the same, either. Inside of Tamara he felt skittish and trapped, flighty and like he was suffocating no matter how many slow, even breaths he took. Adrenaline kept surging intermittently, pushing him to try to fight against the box itself, but Lukas resisted.

He kept coming back to a death like this, but he hated the way that it felt to be so trapped and to be reminded of it. If he stayed still, he could at least pretend that it wasn’t outside of his control. That he wasn’t so completely helpless, so completely vulnerable.

Just breathe.

He wouldn’t be able to do that for much longer. Already his lungs felt like they were burning, and Lukas didn’t know if that was in his head or not. How long did it take for CO2 levels to reach dangerous level? Soon enough he’d pass out, and then Tamara would die. He’d jerk back into his body and for a moment feel good about being there, and he would be able to breathe. But that could be hours from now, and until then—

What are you doing!

--he was already starting to hear voices, like shadows licking the sides of a poorly lit room.

All at once the crisp image of the man from the photographs upstairs poured into his thoughts. Thomas. Tamara’s twin; her brother that may as well have been a twin, if he wasn’t. Gold-blond like her, with the same pale eyes. A bit stockier and a bit shaggier. Lukas saw Thomas as a teenager, gold like sunlight; and as a young man in college staring moodily out the window of an AmTrak, not talking to Tamara but not ignoring her either. Like they’d just had a fight, and neither wanted to be the one to call a truce first. It was easy to imagine him laughing, and drinking. Easy to imagine what afternoon barbecues were like in his backyard, Tamara sometimes bringing some of her friends along and sometimes just dropping by to see how her brother was doing.

And then in his mind’s eye Lukas saw Thomas letting himself into his own house and not knowing that Tamara was dead in a box in the basement. It might be days yet until he did, depending on how often he came down here. Would he have need of something tucked away in one of the many boxes lining the side of the room, or would he smell something rotten seeping out from the air-tight container, up the stairs and across the main floor? It didn’t matter. As clearly as if Lukas were riding passenger in Thomas’ body, Lukas saw the man opening the door to the stairs and walking down, laying eyes on the box and the rope and the duct tape—

Would he open the box? Would he know what was inside it before?

The pressure in the head was starting to ache, and he finally felt that burn at the base of the neck. It didn’t just feel like how an actual burn might feel, but like a pressure centred just at that knobbly bone at the top of Tamara’s neck. Lukas tried to turn his head to relieve it, but as he’d strategically discussed when going all of this with Tamara there was no way for him to relieve the pressure and lessen the agony.

How many people just died like this, unknown and forgotten without a name or a person left to remember to care for to love to seek justice for them?

Lukas rolled his shoulders again, or tried, but it was as futile as trying to push all these distracting thoughts away. He didn’t do this to lose himself or so that he didn’t have to think—he had drinking for that—but because dying brought its own kind of clarity. Lukas had died enough times to know that it was coming, the struggle coursing through Tamara’s body slowly starting to turn to something else as the oxygen in the box was all used up. Every breath felt like it was being dragged into him, and the effort it took to expel that same breath was just as horrible. It didn’t feel like it came naturally.

Nothing felt like it came naturally while he was dying, even if he knew what to expect and couldn’t do a thing to stop it.

The exact moment that Lukas lost consciousness was lost to him. Although the box was still completely black without so much as an inch of light, he still saw the illusion of colours at the edge of where his vision would be. Somehow even in this total darkness he still had tunnel vision, and he felt himself fall through that tunnel. It was slow and took too long, hurting in a way deeper than just the burning in the muscles or the now agonising burn in Tamara’s chest, her lungs, as Lukas struggled to breathe but could not.

And then it didn’t hurt at all.

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When he woke up in his own body he hurt, the cramps and soreness from Tamara’s body mapped across his own. Soon they would fade, but for the time he hurt in ways that he wasn’t unused to, but that were still incapacitating. Getting to his knees was a matter of trial and error, and to stand he had to support himself on the box containing Tamara’s dead body. His arm didn’t feel like his own, and when he reached to push his hair away from his face he was as surprised to find his hand respond as he was to realise that he’d been crying.

[fearofaherobrine]

Roleplay Server Log #265

“Gambet and Alan, Pinwheel and Crim”

[CP] It's late at night and Lie had returned him to his usual shape. He's wandering the house when there's a soft knocking on the door. Frowning he goes and opens the door and is surprised to find Stevie there. His expression immediately shifts to a scowl- Why are you here?

[Stevie] - Actually... I came to see you...

[CP] - What you finally decided to give up on life and sleep for an eternity?

[Stevie] - No- He takes a steadying breath- I want to train with you brother

[CP] - What sort of drugs are you on?

[Stevie] - I'm serious

[CP] - Why?

[Stevie] - Because for once we're on the same page about something. We both want that NOTCH dead. However both of us haven't been fighting nearly as much as we used to, we could both probably use the practice.

[CP] - Are you certain you want to do this?

[Stevie] - Yes

[CP] Grins darkly- Then let's go- He grabs his younger brother and teleports them a far distance away

-Scritch Scritch against firewall-

[Doc] Was dozing on the porch while Yaunfen plays and blinks one eye open.

-...Scriiiitch Scriiitch-

[Yaunfen] - Mada?  What that?

[Doc] Blinks again- Oh! Someone might want in! Hey Deerheart?

[Deer] From the next room- Yes?

[Doc] Can you give me a read on who's outside? Just that that it's nothing nasty before I poke my head out?

[Deer] - Sure- She begins concentrating

-It seems to be two..ish... Dragons-

[Deer] - Er...  Love?  We appear to have some dragons outside...

[Doc] Okay.. that's neat. And a bit different. If they can game-hop they must be something special. I'm going to go look, do you want to join me?

[Deer] - Sure love- She steps outside

[Yaunfen] - Mama!  Mama!  I go to?

[Deer] - Yes sweety, you can go to

[Doc] Heads down the hill with Yaunfen at hir side. Xe gets down to the spawn and makes a little hole to peep out of- Hello?

[Deer] Picks a few ice cream cones-

[Big Dragon] -Hunched down just outside of the peephole. a bit distracted checking on a smaller, frail looking hatchling on it's back-

[Big dragon] -Hasn't heard Doc-

[Doc] A bit louder - Hello? Do you need help?

[Big Dragon] -Head turns back to face Doc. Now that it's facing hir, it's actually easy to spot a similarity to.. Liz?-  ... Possibly. ...

[Hatchling] -Soft grunt-

[Big Dragon] .... -glance back- ... May we come in?

[Doc] Well... that's decently polite, and it is cold out here to be carrying a little one. - Xe makes a bigger hole to let them in and makes sure there's no one else around out there.

[Deer] Looks at the baby- I'll call Endrea

[Yaunfen] - New playmate?

[Doc] Maybe.... - Xe closes the hole- I'm Doc, the lovely lady runnning for help is my mate Deerheart and this is my child Yaunfen-

[Yaunfen] - Hi!

[Big dragon] -Scoots in and stretches a bit before carefully removing the teeny baby from back, setting it between front paws-

[Hatchling] ... Hi... -snuffles a bit and sneezes into paws-

[Big Dragon] I'm Gambet, and the little one is Alandrine. Alan for short. A.. pleasure to meet you.

[Doc] Aww. You have a little one too! You guys look familiar actually. Are you looking for someone?

[Yaunfen] Tries to get closer to sniff Alan-

[Alan] -Scuffles back a bit to try and hide behind Gambet's leg-

[Gambet] Possibly. If they're here, I am. -Gently nudges Alan out to Yaunfen-

[Endrea] Comes flying into view with Deer on her back and lands with a bit of a thud- Doc, we brought Ashe's pills as well

[Deer] Slides off Endrea-

[Doc] Well we have several Herobrines here, and most of them came with at least a Steve, or an Alex. Can you give me names?

[Sky] -Over chat- ... Did someone just let a purple dragon on the server?

[Gambet] -slight eye narrow- That one.

[Endrea] Stands a bit taller- What do you want from them?

[Doc] types- Yes Skye, they asked nicely.

[Doc] We do have rules about fighting around here. I'll toss you out myself if you're intending to wreck the place.

[Endrea] Then notices Alan- May I?

[Gambet] Not this place, I just intend to have.. Words, with that one.

[Alan] -Squints at Endrea, trying to scoot back to hide behind Gambet's legs again-

[Sky] -Over chat- Oh. Delightful. Great. Wonderful.

[Endrea] Moves closer and offers void energy to Alan-

[Alan] -Hesitantly scoots forward after a second, stretching head up to have some-

[Endrea] - Gently feeds him-

[Doc] types- Oh just come over Sky, I'll referee if I have too

[Sky] I'd rather not get murdered?

[Alan] -Happy burbling-

[Doc] Did I just say I'd keep it peaceful? They brought a baby dragon. Was I just supposed to leave them out in the cold?

[Sky] Yeeess?

[Doc] Sky! For shame!

[Gambet] -Soft amused laughter behind a paw-

[Sky] What?! That thing is a monster!

[Doc] It's a dragon! We have lots here. It's no big deal.

[Endrea] - Sky, would it help if I were in my largest form?

[Sky] ... ... Yeah. I guess. If you aren't going to kick him out, yes.

[Endrea] - Artemisia- She grows to three times her size

[Gambet] -Amused, until Endrea is huge. Then he squishes against the ground and stares up at her with spooked eyes-

[Alan] -Squeek-

[Doc] Like I said. We have dragons.

[Endrea] Is a bit smug- You can come now Sky

[Sky] Alright, I'll be there in a second..

[Alan] -scoots under one of Gambet's wings, staring up at Endrea-

[Gambet] -Slowly sits back up, still a bit spooked by Endrea's size.-

[Endrea] Leans down and offers more void energy-

[Alan] -hisss screech combo, retreating under their dad's legs-

[Endrea] Stands there patiently with the void energy waiting-

[Alan] Hssss!

[Sky] -Walking up, very clearly tense and very not agreeing with this decision-

[Liz]  -Way far back sneaky sneaking after Sky-

[Endrea] Lifts her head and looks over at Sky-

[Doc] Pull out a bit of dragonwort and offers it to the baby.

[Alan] ... -Nibble the dragonwort-

[Gambet] -Instant focus on Sky-

[Doc] Goes to stand next to Sky-

[Sky] -Eyes Gambet with both fear and disgust-

[Gambet] So, how was it, hmmm? I bet they kept spreading rumors about you. -Just, devious grin and leaning down a bit- Oh the old Raiser... He helped this MONSTER become an adult... Didn't cull it when it was a hatchling....

[Sky] -Retract a bit-

[Gambet] Did the egg ever hatch? I bet it didn't. They broke it, when I "changed". They didn't want a chance another me could show up, didn't they?

[Liz] -Blepping and sneaking closer-

[Doc] What's going on here Sky?

[Endrea] Huffs at Gambet a bit-

[Doc] We've had several dragon eggs hatch here actually, Yaunfen was one.

[Gambet] Did you even share what you did? Heh.

[Sky] It's not like anyone needed to know! I thought you probably died out there after you were banished! Would've been better for everyone, too. -grumble-

[Gambet] -Snorts and looks away- Oh yes, because the vicious monster would've been gone! And The home would've been saved! -roll eyes a bit-

[Liz] -sneaky sneaky-

[Doc] Umm....

[Yaunfen] - Liz!  Liz!

[Liz] Yaun, Yaun! *bumps Yaunfen and ceases hir sneaky sneaky

[Gambet] ---- -Pauses to look at Liz with a confused look-

[Yaunfen] Jumps around playfully-

[Alan] -Scoots out and over to Yaunfen and Liz- Blepping at them and wiggling fan tail a bit-

[Endrea] Lays down, keeping a careful eye on the children-

[Doc] So... yeah... we have quite a few dragons of different types and levels of development. Liz has already advanced enough to take a humanoid form to get around peoples houses easier.

[Deer] - Many of them have

[Gambet] -Turns away from Doc and Sky, lowering his body to watch Liz, head tilted-

[Sky] -Move to put self between Gambet and Liz. You ain't looking at hir, nope. No way. Not today.-

[Endrea] Curls her tails around the children-

[Doc] warning note- Is there a problem?

[Yaunfen] - Mada?- They are picking up on the unease

[Doc] Is tensing....

[Gambet] ... -Focuses eyes on Sky- ... Is that one mine?

[Sky] -Vague noise, trying to shoo Gambet back-

[Liz] -Bleps a bit, noticing Sky trying to Shoo Gambet away. Bounces over to look up at Gambet-

[Gambet] -Quiet stare-

[Endrea] - Liz, come here please

[Liz] No! Staying here.

[Doc] Shifts suddenly! Coiling up in hir angular way between them- I think you need to loosen up.... - Xe makes sure Liz and Yaunfen are behind them-

[Gambet] -Swat at Doc, lowering head to study Liz some more-

[Yaunfen] - Mada!

[Deer] Shifts to her dragon form as well-

[Doc] Is swatted but starts crackling with electricity- I'll shock you the next time you try that...

[Gambet] ... That one is mine! ... Huh. Looks just like it's mother.

[Liz] -Head tilt and blep-

[Gambet] -Looks at Doc- You need to calm down.

[Endrea] - What are you talking about?

[Doc] Liz belongs to hirself. And xe's not an 'it'.

[Gambet] There's this thing, it's called Genetics and reproductive processes! I helped make that. Hmm....  -Just looks back a Doc with a raised eyebrow area- Oh? Has it decided on it's pronouns already?

[Doc] Angry hiss- I'm genderless too, so if you have a problem, take it up with me.

[Gambet] Not at all. -Waves paw- We just don't decide until centuries after we hatch. 's just surprising. It can't be near that old. Unless it's just a runt...

[Liz] I'm a big! I squished Skee!

[Doc] Liz is vocal. Xe can decide on hir own pronouns. Calling someone it, is insulting.

[Gambet] -Stoops head down to Liz.- And what are your pronouns, darling, hmmm?

[Liz] -Blink.- I'm a they! -Nod nod nod-

[Gambet- How adorable. -Pats the Liz, much to Sky's disdain-

[Doc] Curls around Yaunfen, obviously aggravated-

[Endrea] Growls and snaps at Gambet-

[Gambet] -Snaps jaws right back at Endrea-

[Endrea] Growls and stands over the other dragon lifting a paw and forcing his head to the ground- Do not test me

[Gk] Appears in a huff. Angry snort of fire, there's a bit of lava dribbling from his lip and he's growling.

[Gambet] -Dragon Sqauwk-

[Alan] -Nips at Endrea's paws- Let Dad go! -nip nip-

[Endrea] Doesn't lift her paw- You are a guest here, if you threaten those here I will not hesitate to take you down

[Gk] What the fuck is going on?!

[Doc] Someone with a bit of attitude...

[Alan] -Nip Nip Nip-

[Gambet] I have-- yet to threaten anyone.... -snort- but very well,... Understood..

[Alan] -Nip-

[Endrea] Releases Gambet with a snort-

[Gk] Stomps around a little, wiggling his wings-

[Endrea] Glances at GK- Calm down GK

[Alan] -Plops back to sit now that Gambet is released-

[Gambet] -Sits back up and checks on Alan before glancing at GK. Unamused.-

[Gk] Licks the lava off his lips, before giving the mal dragon a grimace.

[Deer] Loafs next to Endrea-

[Gambet] Well, this has been exciting. I had my words with the filthy traitor... And I got to meet my other child...

[Doc] What do you mean traitor?

[Gk] Other child?!

[Gambet] -Points a claw at Sky- They could've so easily prevented my banishment. It was a mistake. But they didn't. Filthy traitor.

[Sky] You tore Lizendite's leg off!

[Gambet] I had to! None of you were going to help her.

[Doc] How in the nether does tearing someones leg off help them?!

[Gambet] It was either lose the leg, or lose her entirely to the taint! -Bares teeth at Doc- And I'm a sentimental old shit who was fond of people! Of course my option was remove the leg!

[Liz] -Bump snoot against Gambet- ... Dad?

[Gambet] ---... -Looks down at Liz-

[Doc] Oh... an amputation makes sense. Did the patient survive?

[Gambet] - delicately resting a paw on Liz- i assume so..

[Endrea] Takes her tail and thumps it down on top of GK-

[Gk] Is knocked flat and accidently spits a bit of lava on the ground- HEY.

[Endrea] Slightly smug look-

[Gk] Cough- His expression is clear 'Male dragon = Want to fight!'

[Endrea] - I know, I know

[Crim] - is hiding in the trees, watching all the big dragons, fearfully.

[Liz] - blep-

[Splender] Over chat- Nobody panic, but Pinwheel seems to be missing again...

[Pinwheel] Has closed into some nearby trees-

[Crim] - hears movement, looks and spies Pinwheel near his tree.

[Pinwheel] Climbs a bit higher-

[Crim] — growls softly, worried.

[Pinwheel] Hisses a little and her sharp trail feathers slice a couple of branches free of the tree-

[Crim] - digs claws into branch, baring fans and lets smoke drift out his mouth - (whispers) Goes away

[Pinwheel] - No

[Crim] - starts lashing tail, more smoke pours out, along with a few sparks - Yes

[Pinwheel] - No- Climbs higher

[Crim] - looks out at the bigger dragons, then back at Pinwheel. Crouches down - YES! I BITES

[Pinwheel] - No- Is almost level with Crim

[Crim] - whines, then pounces at Pinwheel-

[Pinwheel] Makes surprised noise and falls out of the tree with Crim, her trail is lashing about-

[Crim] - panicking, wraps all six legs around Pinwheel as they fall, so he lands on back with her ontop

[Pinwheel] - NO NO NO NO NO!- She is trying to get free enough to strike at Crim-

[Crim] - cries out as a few of his spikes snap and  tries to shove her off

[Deer] Looks over- Pinwheel! Crim!- She hurries over to sperate the two

[Pinwheel] Hisses at Crim, showing her fangs-

[Crim] - panicking, snaps at her, barely missing from biting her

[Pinwheel] Snaps at him-

[Deer] Rushes over to grab the back of Pinwheels neck and start pulling them apart-

[Crim] - manages to get traction and upright. Bolts back toward trees.

[Deer] Now realizes she's stuck holding Pinwheel- Well this isn't good [Pinwheel] - NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!

[Crim] - is running blindly as fast as can

[Deer] - Crim! Come back! It's okay!

[Crim] - ignores and keeps running, panting, leaving embers floating behind him

[Pinwheel] Wiggles out of Deer's hold and bolts after him, being much faster-

[Crim] - trips, tumbles and rolls to stop, dazed

[Pinwheel] Jumps on them, ready to strike-

[Crim] - screams and strikes out, fangs first

[Pinwheel] Makes pained noise as she's struck and limps a little ways off-

[Crim] - tries to stand, stumbles back, cowering

[Pinwheel] - No no no

[Crim] - TOLD GO AWAY, I BITES!

[Crim] - Now Crim bad - curls up, whining.

[Pinwheel] - No

[Pinwheel] Starts trying to lick the wound-

[Pinwheel] Flops over-

[Crim] - looks up at her, frowning

[Pinwheel] Whining- Nooooooo

[Crim] - sighes, then slowly crawls closer to her. - Learns listen, I no wants hurts. No scare Crim.

[Pinwheel] Frustrated- No

[Crim] - ignores and sits beside her - Holds sit, I helps. - Starts to try and lick wound.

[Pinwheel] Squirms- No no no

[Crim] - grabs gently with some paws, but continues to clean.

[Pinwheel] Whines-

[Crim} - Finishes. - You listens, or more bites. No wants. - Shakely stands.

[Pinwheel] - No

[Crim] - snorts at her, shaking and limps/hops off.

[Pinwheel] Starts following-

[Crim] - hears and tries to go faster

[Pinwheel] Easily keeps pace-

[Crim] - turns and growls - Stops, no!

[Crim] - starts digging, tearing up the ground and quickly makes a hole

[Pinwheel] - No?

[Crim] - he's already below ground level and keeps going straight down.

[Pinwheel] Pokes head in hole- No?

[Crim] - is a good bit down, but stops to looks up - No, not safe. Crim bad.

[Pinwheel] Tentatively puts front feet in hole, using her wings to balance-

[Crim] - feels dirt falling in and darts back up hole - No, not safe!

[Pinwheel] - No

[Crim] - pushes her & himself out of hole. - No safe, not digs. You like others, flaps.

[Pinwheel] Hisses at something behind Crim-

-There's a creeper coming up behind them- [Pinwheel] Strikes and digs her fangs in, injecting her venom into the creeper-

[Crim] - stumbles and watches -

-The creeper flashes a few times before dying-

[Pinwheel] - No?

[Crim] You bites too. Bad boom boom. - flops down and just rests.

[Pinwheel] Carefully lays down next to Crim-

[Crim] - just sits there, sleepy and sore.

[Pinwheel] Curls up into a little ball as well-

[Crim] - eyes Pinwheel, then lays head down and hides his eyes under some paws - Crim bad, bigs yell.

[Pinwheel] Sleepily- No

[Crim] - starts to rumble and falls asleep.