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tetsunormous · 3 years

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Reencounters

pairing: Matsukawa Issei x f!reader

genre: college au, friends to lovers, smut (18+), fluff

word count: 6.5K

warnings: cunnilingus, fingering, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, swearing, nipple play, pinning

A/N: This is for Ria's @bakugohoex's rich boy collab 💜 Congrat's on 3k!! thank you to @ohno-otome and @armins-futon for reading this for me. I love matsukawa but I don't write for him often so this has been really fun :)

Walking into your new dorm room, you weren’t sure what to expect. Sure, you’ve seen the pictures online, but there’s nothing like the slightly dusty window letting in a hazy ray of light shining down onto the slight dip in the middle of the mattress you now call your own. Your desk almost touched the corner of your twin-sized bed, and your new bookshelf barely has enough room to fit half of the books you brought, but this was your new life. It didn’t dawn on you just how different university would be until you arrived this morning, but here you were, unpacking all your clothes into the cramped closet in the corner. Luckily, you’re in the building where you had a single room. Privacy was something you were worried about, and the communal washrooms will be something to get used to, but either way, this was a new start, and no matter how nervous you are, you’re grateful for it.

High school wasn’t terrible, but it definitely wasn’t what you expected it to be. Going into it, you obviously knew that it would be nothing like how the movies depicted, but you were excited. How bad could those four years really be if you had your best friend right by your side? He was incredible. He understood you better than anybody else, would be able to tell how you were feeling without the exchange of words, but most of all, he was your person, and you were his.

There was no doubting that in all your years of friendship.

But alas, like all good things in life, they must come to an end.

The summer going into the twelfth grade, he was longer your best friend. The boy that would go to the farmers market with you and your mom every other Sunday was now lining up for the newest sneaker drop. The boy that would rather spend the night at home and binge-watch your shared comfort show for the seventh time is now out with the boys sneaking into shisha bars and doing donuts in the community centre parking lots with their new cars. You watched as he slowly forgot about you, getting caught up in his new friendships and obsessing over material items that he never cared about before. It’s not that you were upset he found new friends. It’s that the only time he would reach out was to randomly drop off something he had bought you in hopes it would make up for him blowing you off again.

They started small, simple sweaters he knew you would like, but the gifts became almost ridiculous as time passed. He would never let you return them either, so now you have designer shoes for imaginary banquets. Of course, you were always grateful, but you would trade all his gifts just to spend time with him again. His family has always been wealthy, they always went on lavish vacations and drove the nicest cars, but you never really cared about what he spends his money on or just how much his parents make. You cared that he saw you as a person he wanted to be with rather than just someone he could shove gifts towards to make up for the quality time he’d miss.

But now you’re here. You were arriving three hours before the suggested move-in time because you didn’t want to be rushed to unpack before orientation starts later. You’ve seen a few people walking around on your floor, but neither of your neighbours have arrived, and honestly, you don’t mind because that means you’re able to blast your music without worry. As The 1975 fills your room, you stand still for a second, really taking in where you are. You’re now attending one of the best schools in the country, living on your own with a floor of people you don’t know yet. It starts to sink in that you are starting anew. The people who end up in the rooms next to you might just end up being your lifelong friends. As the song comes to an end, you decide it’s time to try to make yourself look a little more presentable since it’s almost time for people to start rolling in.

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It’s almost five in the afternoon, and everyone on your floor is meeting outside on the field for a quick introduction before group dinner. You’re sitting with your knees pressed to your chest as the girl next to you tries to make small talk. To be fair, she’s incredibly sweet, but you can’t focus on her because somewhere behind you, there is a voice you think you recognize. There’s no way he would be here. Sure, you have no idea what school he ended up choosing, but if he ended up here, he would’ve at least texted you. Right? Before you can confirm your suspicions, orientation starts, and your group leader is already talking with more energy than you can handle.

The group of guys settle down close by, and you can’t stop yourself from looking over, wondering if you’ll see the head of brown curls. Instead, you’re met with a bunch of frat boy looking wannabes that instantly make your eyes roll. To say you’re disappointed that you didn’t see him was so stupid. It’s been over a year, yet here you were, hoping to magically bump into him as if this was some cliche movie. If anything, it’s frustrating. It’s frustrating that even though he stopped caring for you, you still longed to see him, to hear him laugh at one of your cheesy jokes. It’s even more frustrating that this new start you’ve been looking forward to, makes you miss him even more.

There are only sixteen people on your floor, but introductions take a lifetime because someone didn’t come on time. When they finally do show up, you almost laugh at this whole situation because, of course, it was him. Of course, he was strutting down the courtyard in some brand new Gucci sneakers and the same Balenciaga sweater he had bought for you a few months ago. Of course, the annoying group of boys behind you gesture for him as he quickly apologizes to the group leaders. And, of course, when you make eye contact, he’s the one looking at you with a mixture of shock and annoyance.

Quickly rushing back to your room after the meeting, you decide you’re ordering in tonight so that you don’t have to see him for at least another day. This is all so fucked up. You wrack your brain trying to understand how probable this whole situation is because, frankly, it feels like a sick joke, and on top of it, he’s the one annoyed?

Naturally, you spend the rest of the night unpacking the rest of your things before ordering your comfort food to wash down all the feelings you’re experiencing. Putting on your favourite show, you begin your tenth rerun as you bury yourself in your blankets. Part of you feels so stupid for completely ignoring your initial dinner plans, but you knew with the mindset you had at the moment, there was no way you would have enjoyed yourself. It’s a bit silly you haven’t left your room since picking up your takeout, you don’t even know who lives beside you, but that’s a problem for tomorrow.

Slipping into your slides, you head towards the washroom with your little toiletry bag. You pass by the girl you were sitting with earlier, and she sends you a smile. After apologizing for disappearing all night she just laughs and assures you nothing happened. She even points out where her room is if you were up to hang out tomorrow during frosh activities.

Just this interaction makes you feel better, and you quietly hum along to the familiar tune coming from the shower stall.

He used to play this song all the time, claiming it spoke to him the first time he heard it. Since then, it became the song he would play anytime he’d come to pick you up, explaining how this song is special because the ending always reminded him of you. It didn’t matter how long it’s been since the two of you hung out. Every time you heard ‘Pluto Projector,’ it would always bring a smile to your face. You even tried to show the song to your ex-boyfriend, but he never paid attention to your suggestions. He always claimed that his music taste was better. Thankfully that relationship only lasted a couple of months, but still, the regret of not waiting for someone worthy lingers in your mind.

While applying your moisturizer, you hear the water shut, the person pausing the song right as the orchestra starts to come in. Worried about who you may run into, you quickly pack up your stuff. You hear the click of the lock, and as you turn around, you’re met with him, with his curly hair all damp and his obnoxious teal blue robe wrapped loosely around his waist.

Rushing past him, you briskly walk towards your room, but before you can close the door, his foot jams between the doorframe. He pushes his way in and quietly closes the door, only to be met with the unimpressed look on your face. He circles around your room, eyes searching for any trace of your past friendship before standing back at the door.

“What do you want, Matsukawa?” you ask impatiently. It’s bad enough you run into the one person you wanted to forget, but now he’s standing in your room with a matching frown.

Something indescribable flashes across his eyes, and you can visibly see his frown deepen at your question. Leaning against your door, his arms come up to rub over his face, peeking at you through his fingers before letting out a long sigh. “When did I become Matsukawa? I thought I was Issei.”

You can’t help the chuckle that escapes your lips, and you realize how childish your grudge might be, but he has changed, and the man standing in front of you isn’t the same man you once called your best friend. “When you changed, Matsukawa. Issei was my best friend, and YOU are not.”

His eyes filled with confusion as his eyebrows furrow, taking a step forward towards you. “I’m sorry? I tried to stay in touch with you. You’re the one that stopped talking to me, so I’d try to send you things instead. How was I the one who changed?”

You stand there, staring at him for a second before shaking your head. “I can’t do this right now; I want to have a good day tomorrow, so I need to go to sleep. Please, leave my room.”

His eyes soften a little, and you can see a faint glimpse of his infamous lazy smile, “We both know you’re not going to be sleeping anytime soon,” he stalks over and kicks his slides off before sitting at the end of your bed. “Let’s talk about this because, frankly, I’m tired of watching you decide if you hate me every time you see me.”

The nerve of this man. The fact that he invites himself into your room, declares his stay, and then sits on your bed without permission. You don’t even know if he’s wearing anything under that robe as his hair is literally dripping onto your comforter. Regardless of what the situation is, this action alone has you seething. Turning towards your desk chair, you harshly pull out the slightly imbalanced piece of wood and sit down, silently questioning why he isn’t the one on the chair.

He watches you stomp around, and he kinda chuckles at your little tantrum, missing how easy it was to rile you up. Your glare at him would be a little scary if he didn’t see the way your lips mumbled to yourself. It’s honestly a little cute to watch you all frustrated with him even though he saw one of the shoes he bought you in your closet. Sure, they look brand new, but the fact that you brought them here with you must mean something.

The year you two spent apart has been really stressful on Matsukawa. He thought that you’d be happy that he could give you everything you wanted. He knew he wasn’t spending as much time with you as he used to, but he thought the gifts he spent hours lining up for would make up for it.

When you stopped returning his calls and texts, he was crushed. Everyone could see how he felt about you, but then he watched you get close to another man. Within two weeks, you were dating him, and he was left watching from a distance. Neither of you ever confirmed your feelings for each other, but he could tell that man wasn’t making you happy. He didn’t understand your different facial expressions, he didn’t care about what you had to say, but all he could do was watch the girl he wanted from the sidelines.

Sure, as time went on, Matsukawa also started talking to other girls. None of them ever became his girlfriend, he didn’t think it was fair to get with someone when he was set on you, but he had his fair share of hookups. He has money, a shit ton of it, but he never let that get to his head. It wasn’t his fault that he gained popularity when he started to get into name brands and upgraded his car, but none of that ever changed who he was — at least not to the degree you had him pinned.

He watches you carefully, your leg bouncing impatiently as your eyes glare daggers in his direction. He runs his hand through his hair and lets out a sigh, “what did I do wrong? You didn’t even give me a chance to fix whatever I did (y/n).”

The lamp in the corner of your room shines a dim yellow hue onto his features. His brows are knitted in concern as he leans forwards on his knees, his robe showing off a deep v down his chest. You can feel yourself freeze up at his question, goosebumps covering your skin, while your eyes pour into his. “You changed Matsukawa. You stopped making an effort to be there. I’m not some girl you can just buy with all your money. I have never cared about how much you have or what you can afford -- you know that! It doesn’t matter what. I always split things with you because I never wanted you to feel like I was there for your money. But then suddenly, you just stop showing up. You wouldn’t even tell me you made other plans, and I would just open my door to find some package you dropped off.”

His eyes search your face before letting out a deep sigh. “I tried! You wouldn’t answer any of my calls, I know I stopped explaining myself, but can you blame me? Don’t you think I want to take you around and introduce you to all my friends? Don’t you think I miss going on late-night drives with you to 7-11? Every time I would drive past there, you’re all I thought about. You and your stupid obsession with cheese taquitos and Arizona tea. Did you even think about how I felt when you decided to act like I don’t exist?” He hastily stands up and paces around in the confined space of your dorm room. He never raises his voice, so hearing him talk at a slightly louder volume was enough to let you know he was dead serious. “You know, I never stopped talking highly about you because as selfish as it is, those boys have an important family. They have the connections you dream about (y/n), so even when you started to ignore me to go out with that fucking ex-boyfriend of yours, I never said anything.”

He looks at you with pleading eyes before going to sit back down, his elbows now resting against his thighs. “I know you don’t care about my money, but I didn’t know how else to tell you I was still thinking about you. I tried to get you things that you’d like, things that you’d wear. But no, I had to watch you put on a fake smile and laugh at that asshole’s jokes while you stubbornly ignored me to the point I thought you had me blocked.”

Looking up at you through his curls, his hooded eyes looked darker before. His lips curled into a forced smile as he let out a breathy chuckle, “he didn’t deserve you. But what do I know, right?”

You sat there quietly, taking in what he had just said. You didn’t realize how hurt he was. To be frank, up till now, you were so consumed by your feelings, and you failed to consider his own. His head is hanging between his hands, and the silence in your room right now is insufferable. He’s just explained himself, yet all you can do is scoff at yourself. While you were obsessing over the fact that Matsukawa wasn’t coming over to watch another rerun of your favourite show, he was out picking out different gifts he thought you’d like. You didn’t even open the last few because your own emotions so blinded you. Hearing him take a deep breath, he stands up and smiles sadly at you, “nice talk, (y/n). Thanks for listening.”

“I’m sorry, Issei.”

He lifts his head to meet your gaze, and you can visibly watch as his shoulders relax. It’s been too long since he’s heard you call him by his first name.

“I’m sorry too. I should’ve just gotten out of the car to talk to you.”

You look at him with a small smile. Walking towards your bed, you sit down and pat the spot beside you, pulling him in for a hug. His robe is probably the softest thing you’ve ever felt in your life, your fingers sinking into the fabric as you hold him close. His arms are immediately wrapping around you, and you both stay like that for a minute before you pull back, a faint blush blooming on your cheeks.

“No, you have nothing to apologize for. You tried reaching out to me, you tried explaining yourself, but I didn’t even give you a chance. I’m sorry. I can’t believe I was so caught up I didn’t even think about what you were feeling. The fact that you still wanted to introduce me to your friends, even after all the stuff I did to you….I’m so sorry, Issei.”

He gives you a playful smile and lightly nudges your shoulder with his, “yea, that was kinda unfair, but good thing we talked it out, huh?”

You flash him a sheepish smile, but your eyes glimmer with happiness, “yea, it’s good you barged into my room at two in the morning. Just like old times.”

His smile instantly grows at your playfulness, and he gives you a mock scoff. “I’m sorry, but if I remember correctly, you’d beg for me to stay over at two am cause you decided you wanted to watch a scary movie. Have you gotten better with horror movies this year, or are you still as jumpy as I remember?”

The tip of your ears growing warm while you mutter out a quick “shut up.”

His laughter makes your heart beat against your chest because you missed it so much. It’s been a while since you got to hear him laugh with you, and without even thinking, you go in for another hug.

His arms easily hold you close, and one of his massive hands reaches up to pet your hair. “Missed me, didn’t you?” he asks, and you can feel him smirking, so you just nod, your fingers playing with the damp, short curls at the base of his nape.

“Issei?” you ask with a little murmur against his neck.

“Hmmm?”

You smile to yourself and pull back a little, so you can see his face, “so other than hanging out with your friends and keeping up with my relationship, what else have you been doing?”

His face drops as he looks at you with a deadpan stare, the corners of his mouth twitching up in a smile as you giggle at his reaction. He pushes you back, so you end up falling onto your mattress, his long limbs effortlessly straddling your legs. Before you can think about the position you’re in, his fingers start to poke all-around your torso, causing you both to laugh as he starts to tickle you. “You think you’re funny, huh?” His hands go to tickle your worst spot as he starts to talk, but you can’t hear him over your own laughter. His fingers slow down, but you keep giggling when you’re met with his lazy smirk, “I’m trying to talk, you know. It’s rude you’re laughing when I’m trying to speak to you.”

He leans forwards and has both hands resting at the side of your head. Your faces now inches apart, the faint smell of sandalwood from his body wash now becoming more apparent. You stare into his brown eyes, and it almost feels as if everything stopped for a few seconds. The lamp in your room doesn’t do him justice as the shadows of his face wash over his features, but even then, his eyes stare back at you with a slight twinkle as you catch your breath.

Reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck and you tug him close, crashing his lips onto yours. The sweet hints from his beloved Burt’s bee’s lip balm make his lips even softer than you imagined. The kiss is short, but as you both pull away, he’s staring at you with a goofy smile.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that, (y/n).”

“Me too, Issei,” you whisper back before his lips capture yours again, this time with more confidence. This kiss is much more passionate than the last, holding onto each other in hopes of deepening it. One of his hands travels down to grab your waist, his tongue sweeping across your bottom lip, asking for permission. Your lips part and your tongues swirl together effortlessly while your hands play with his hair, pulling him closer into your body.

His hand feels a little rougher than before against your bare skin because of how often he trains, running down the length of your leg. The light touch of his fingertips admires how smooth your skin is before they trail back up, stopping just before the edge of your pyjama shorts. Hooking your leg around his hip, he leans into your body even further and even nips at your bottom lip.

Matsukawa smirks and whispers against your lips, “did he ever kiss you like that?”

Slightly surprised at the question, you shake your head, answering honestly. “He never made me feel the way you do.”

You watch as his eyes dilate, flickering into a deep brown you’ve never seen on him. The hand that was previously on your leg is now cupping your cheek, stroking your face softly, while his own face blooms into a rare shade of pink. Still, his words are clear, “please...give me a chance? He never treated you right. Let me take care of you?”

Words can’t describe how his question made you feel. You spent years learning about Matsukawa, understanding him to the point where words weren’t necessary to see what was happening in his head. Not once did you think he reciprocated your feelings, let alone want to be with you. Yet, here you are, caged beneath his arms as his hopeful eyes pour into yours.

Turning your head slightly, you press a kiss onto his hand and smile. “Please?”

His face breaks into a smile. His cheeks are tinted rose as the corners of his mouth reach up to his eyes. Leaning down, he peppers kisses onto your face, the loose curls on his head tickling your cheeks as he giggles with you. The kisses trail down to your jaw, and he follows the natural curve of your jawline to your ear. “Is this okay?” he whispers softly, only continuing down this path when you give him a curt nod.

Your legs tighten around his waist when he begins to press open mouth kisses down your neck, gently nipping at the spots that make you let out shy little sounds. His tongue leaves kitten licks against your skin after he’s sucked on it, littering faint marks. Seeing you with light hickeys on the base of your neck and collarbones is completely self-indulgent for him. Thinking about waking up in the morning and seeing the marks he knows he gave you makes him inexplicably happy as he sucks particularly hard, causing you to wince.

Immediately he stops and turns to you, “I’m sorry, did I hurt you? D’you wanna stop?”

His concern for you is truly a breath of fresh air compared to what you had before. Shaking your head, you guide his hands to the edge of your sweater. “You bought this for me… it’s only fair I let you take it off.”

He studies your face for a second before his lips curl into a lazy smirk, quickly pulling the overpriced sweater off your body. He takes a sharp inhale when you reveal you aren’t wearing anything underneath as he’s met with your beautiful tits, nipples hard and pointed. “You let me in here knowing you weren’t wearing a bra? And here I thought you were a good girl.”

Noticing how your legs tighten around him, he smirks even wider. Leaning back down, his kisses trail down to your chest, and his lips feel soft and warm against your skin. His fingers take hold of your chin and force you to look down on him while his lips wrap around your nipple, the tip of his tongue flicking gently at the hardened bud. His hand palms against the fatty flesh of your other tit; his fingers are rolling your nipple before tugging on it experimentally.

Suddenly feeling shy, your arms come up to cover your face slightly just to have him lace his fingers with yours, pulling your arms away. “Don’t hide from me. Let me see how pretty you look. Let me hear how good I make you feel, okay?”

“I’ve never had someone play with my tits like this…”

He just stares at you, brows knitted as his smirk turns into a slight pout. “You’re with me now; that means every part of your body will be pleasured. I wanna hear and see all of you, okay?”

With a shy nod, you gently roll your hips against him, inviting more of his attention.

He kisses you once more, murmuring against your lips, “you’re so beautiful. Let me know if I’m going too fast, okay?”

His lips follow down your body once more, lightly biting your tit before using the flat part of his tongue to feel the valley between your chest. Matsukawa lets out a low moan as you arch upwards, pushing yourself closer to his touches. Letting go of your hands, he begins to massage the soft flesh of your tits and kiss down your stomach, the tip of his tongue trailing against the waistband of your shorts.

“Let me hear you ask for it; I don’t wanna do something you don’t want.”

“Isseiiii, please?” you whine out, the tip of your ears turning hot at the thought of asking for his tongue.

He smirks at you, looking up through his hooded eyes and tsks. “Be a good girl for me. Use your words.”

His words go straight to your pussy, and you can’t help the doe eyes look in your eyes when you whimper out, “please, Issei? Wanna feel your mouth on me.”

You watch as he takes in a sharp breath, the hunger in his eyes shining through despite the dim lighting in your room. He tugs at the end of your shorts until they’re completely off, repositioning himself lower until your legs are resting around his biceps. His eyes zone in on the way a sheer layer of slick coats your lips, happy that the attention he’s been giving you has pleased you. As he shimmies down on your bed, his legs now supporting himself on the floor, he nestles himself between your legs, easily spreading your things open with his arms. Sending you a knowing smile, he blows cool air directly onto your clit, loving how your walls flutter for him.

“You’re so sensitive, baby.”

“No one’s ever made me feel like this before...want more, please?”

You look down at him with pleading eyes, your hands cupping his face when you speak. Pressing a quick peck to your hand, he hips his head down and traces your pussy lips with his tongue, savouring how you taste.

The gasp that you let out once you felt his touch was adorable. It suddenly became the sound Matsukawa will chase after the more he gets to know your body and what it likes. He takes one long lap up your pussy, stopping just before your clit and using his fingers, he spreads your lips even more. Once your clit is all exposed, he flicks it gently with the tip of his tongue, looking up at you with all the confidence in the world. Hearing your little moans make him greedy for more, for more desperate and needy sounds, so he goes to press a kiss onto your bundle of nerves. Feeling you twitch beneath him, he gently places his lips around the sensitive bud and sucks earnestly, relishing in the way you buck your hips and call out his name. After a while of pure clitoral stimulation, he leans back up to watch your eyes blink back into focus on his face, a silly dazed smile on your face.

He winks at you and sticks his tongue into your drooling hole, swirling it around to feel the walls of your pussy clench around him. His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs as he nuzzles his nose against your clit, his cock getting unbearably hard at the way you pant our pleas.

“I-issei! Please….need you inside, please!”

Coming back up for air, his hand leaves your thigh as his fingers start to tease around your hole, loving how your pussy clenches around nothing. So needy for his touches when he’s barely even started. He knows your orgasm was building, but he wants to take his time with you. You mean the world to him, and seeing you like this already makes him feel like the luckiest man at the moment.

Taking two of his fingers, he coats them in all your slick before slowly pushing them inside you. His eyes squeeze shut when he feels how tight you are, his mind immediately thinking about how you’d feel wrapped around his cock. When he’s finally inside, he pulls out slowly before sliding them back in, loving how you beg for more.

“Need more, please, Issei! Go faster, please.”

Your hands pull his head up to kiss you while his fingers begin to speed up. With the lewd sound of his hand slapping against your sopping wet pussy, his palm is applying pressure to your clit. Your moans are lost in your kisses, his other hand going back to playing with your sensitive nipple.

“I have to stretch you out, babygirl. I don’t want my cock to hurt you.”

All you’re able to do is nod as his fingers start to scissor your hole, stretching you out even more. His fingers, now knuckle deep, curl against your sweet spot, making you grip onto his hair as he swallows all your cries, suddenly remembering that the walls in this dorm probably aren’t that thick.

His fingers curl into you more, whispering sweet praises as his hand teases and tugs on your swollen nipple. Everything happened so quick, and you’re cumming all over his hand, your sweet sticky arousal covering his fingers as he slows down. Matsukawa is smiling down at you, “you did so well, baby. Bet that felt really good, huh?”

Maybe you’re needy or just horny, but even after your orgasm, you start tugging the tie that keeps his robe up. Your legs are sore, sorer than they’ve ever been, but all you can think about is how full you would feel with him inside of you. He smirks at you as he pops his fingers into his mouth, sucking off all your juices before letting his robe fall and chucking it to the ground. He’s wearing his briefs, but you can see how hard his cock is under the thin cotton material. Before you’re able to pull his underwear down, he stops you and lets out a small chuckle. “I’m sorry, I don’t have a condom. We don’t have to do anything.”

You giggle and shake your head, “don’t need one; we’re in university, baby. What’s a little fun without risks?”

He lets you pull his underwear down, and his massive throbbing cock instantly slaps against his stomach as he laughs at your reaction. “Had to make sure you were stretched out enough.”

You bite your lips and stare at how big his cock actually is. It’s hard to imagine how you’ll fit that inside of you, but you’re determined to give it a try.

“You ready, pretty girl?” he asks as he taps the tip of cock against your clit, loving how you squirm under him.

“mmhmm, Issei.”

He lets go of his cock and leans up, and pulls you into a deep kiss, completely in awe of you.

“Tell me if you wanna stop, kay?”

Replying with a small hum, he gathers up the remaining slick that’s leaking out of your pussy and strokes his cock slowly, also letting his spit drip down to help lubricate himself. He lines himself up with your pretty pussy and starts to push the head in, studying your face to make sure you’re doing alright. When he sees you smiling back at him, despite the grip you have on his arms, he pushes another two inches inside of you.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby. We’re almost halfway,” he whispers into your ear as he kisses your neck softly, sucking on the spot by the base of your lobe. “Such a good girl for me,” he coaxes as his cock slides another inch into your sweet cunt.

Incredibly, he’s only halfway down because you’ve never felt this full before. Still, your fingers dig into his arms when you ask for more. “Just want all of you in me, please?”

Hearing you ask for more even though you already looked fucked out sparks something inside him. He lets out a low growl and quickly pushes the rest of his length inside you, mumbling sweet nothings against your skin. He moans out with you when he feels how warm and tight you are, your pussy stretching more than it ever has to accommodate his size.

“Feel s’good, Issei.”

With a breathy chuckle, he peppers kisses all over your neck, loving the sound of your soft giggles as he pulls back three-quarters of the way, slowly pushing his way back into you. The gasp you let out is different than before, much more surprised but sensual.

He continues this motion a few more times before he picks up the pace, his hips slamming against you while your tits bounce. Each thrust knocks the air out of your chest cause he’s brushing against your spot every time. Matsukawa leans down and presses his forehead against the crook of your neck, muttering how good you feel.

“F-faster...need you faster, is’o good, please.”

Obliging to your pleas, he starts to rut his hips into yours, the sound of his balls slapping against your skin with each movement. He looks up to see your dreamy eyes and smiles. He knows there’s not a thought behind those eyes right now as his cock slams against your walls with each thrust. He goes to kiss you again, silencing your cries as your nails drag down his arms, trying to ground yourself in the midst of all the pleasure.

“You’re s-tight baby I- fuuuuuck, I can barely move.”

You can’t help it. Your walls are naturally squeezing him because he’s fucking straight into your sweet spot with each snap of his hips. You look at him with hazy eyes, entirely in a trance as you moan out his name. He can tell you want to cum, so his hand reaches down to rub your clit as his cock continues to pound into you.

“C’mon baby, cum all over my cock. You can do it...ah shit, yea, just like that.”

He’s been trying so hard not to cum but watching your back arch into him as your nails drab down his back, his name falling out from your lips in a loud erotic moan, is making it really hard. He looks down in surprise when he sees a creamy white rim around his cock, proud of himself for making you cream.

“Good girl...that’s my fuckin girl.”

Satisfied he made you finish, his head falls back onto your shoulder, his hips just rutting into you as he chases his own orgasm. Not even a minute later, he’s calling out for you as he quickly pulls out, cumming all over your tits. His chest heaves along with yours, his hair sticking to his forehead slightly as he empties his load all over your chest.

Once you’ve both calmed down a little bit, he smiles down at you and goes to stroke your cheek. “Had you creaming on my cock, was it fun? Did you have a good time?”

“S’good...thank you, baby,” you say before pulling him down for a kiss.

He gets up and reaches for his robe, “you did so good, took me like a champ heh. I’ll be back with a rag to clean you up, okay? Don’t move.”

As he leaves your room, you stare up at the ceiling and let out a laugh. Not even twelve hours ago, you were cursing the fact that he was here with you, and now you have his cum all over your tiddies as he goes to get stuff to clean you up.

You watch as he comes back into your room, fully changed with a rag in his hand. He kneels beside you and pets your hair as he starts to wipe his mess.

“Why’re you changed?”

“Oh! We’re going to 7-11 once I get you cleaned up.”

“.....it’s like three-thirty in the morning.”

“I’ll get you taquitos and Arizona,” he says as he goes to wipe around your pussy, mindful not to put too much pressure cause you’re still sensitive.

“And skittles?”

He snorts and kisses your shaking thigh, “yea, I’ll get you skittles, brat.”

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themadearl · 3 years

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Idea: Yuu with the unhelpful ability of attracting the crazies

Note: Incredibly self-indulgent & shady & creepy & dumb, emphasis on creepy

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Octavinelle Edition [Part 3]

🐙 Azul 🐙

As another member of plan foiled by Yuu club, of course he is taking tabs on Yuu

Attempts to get dirt on Yuu so he can get back on her

Instead, only gets pictures of Yuu and useless info

How?

Don’t ask

Just know that money and influence is a wonderful wonderful thing

Also, has to pay extra for medical fees

And probably therapy fees from the trauma of getting maimed by some unnamed students

with like playing card motifs on their faces

one of’em has claws

Hires other people to do it more discreetly

Gets more sneak shots of Yuu

He’s kinda cute

Fuck

But still cute tho

And smart

Also knows how to cook and do chores

Perfect as a wife

FUCK

Jumps between devious mastermind and teenage admirer

Non-stop pictures coming in due to how well the pay is

And the benefits too

Probably does a bit of business with Cater as well

Gets his hands on a lock of Yuu’s hair

Again, don’t ask how

Azul doesn’t want to think too much about the cost for it

Too embarrassed and nervous to approach Yuu in real life

Only gets glances of her through hallways

Once saw her super close while she napped

Real freaking jealous of everyone that can get close to her

“What does she even see in those idiots?!”

Wants to get rid of all the vermin around her

Slowly notices some details about Yuu

Like how her build is thinner than others

Higher pitched voice compared to boys

No prominent adam’s apple

Hmmm

Does some research on female humans

“Azul, are you entering heat?”, says Jade with a smile

ASDGHJKLNO

Finds a conclusive point that would prove Yuu’s Gender

cough* Menstruation*cough

Azul is embarrassed but anxious to find the answer to his question

Does the incredibly creepy task

of digging through Yuu’s trash

gross, i know

Can’t risk the chance of others doing it since they might know

Let’s just say, he did find the answer to his question

Is he disgusted with himself?

Very much so

Tries to distract himself with venturing new business opportunities

Constantly gazes back to his newly made Yuu Wall with just a bunch of pictures

His new albums of Yuu on the bookshelf hidden by some magic

Little trinkets of Yuu on the table

Huh

Sees a market in Yuu goods

Well then

🐬 Jade & Floyd 🦈

For Jade, it’s pretty interesting to see something so small can create so much chaos

For Floyd, the fact that shrimpy is the source of this so much fun is pretty intriguing

cause shrimpy’s a shrimpy after all

And getting the interests of the Leech brothers ain’t a good thing

cause they are going to probe about Yuu

Unlike the stalker trio, the twins don’t hide themselves

they just follow right behind Yuu

and Yuu is very afraid

Running is a horrible option as

For every three steps, Yuu runs

They can catch up in one step

The sight of two 190 cm+ guys running after you isn’t fun at all

Anyway

Yuu gets cornered not much later and is desperately trying to find a way out

like there is even any lol

“Shrimpy~ Long time no see~”

Yuu looks up to see Floyd who has his arms next to the wall behind her

Gulp

“I heard something interesting lately~”

“Um, w-what is it?”

“Not telling you~”

Jade comes in and take a group selfie with Yuu & Floyd

Why?

To make Azul jealous ~ ♪

This was one of the first of many encounters

Yuu sees them the next day at Alchemy class as Jade volunteers to be your partner

Yuu : But I already have one???

Jade : I’m your partner right? Right?

Yuu : (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

Things go on without a hitch

The potion they made was even better than the ones Yuu usually makes

huh

Lunchtime comes and this time, it’s the Leech twins that steals the seat next to Yuu

“Shrimpy eats so little, want to try my lunch~”

Before Yuu can even decide, Floyd shoves a handful of his ultra deluxe sandwich into her mouth

Poor Yuu almost chokes on the food

After that came another fork of mushroom pasta from Jade

And then another spoon of unknown soup

All the other students looks on with a mix of horror and pity

Yuu just wants the day to end

Unfortunately for her, the constant teasing has only begun~ ♪

🌊 🌊 🌊 🌊 🌊 🌊 🌊 🌊 🌊 🌊 🌊

There’s now a hidden underground market for Yuu items

Be it pictures, fan merchandise or personal items

Managed by the one and only, Octavinelle trio

Also, there’s a fan club from the non-stop exposure of Yuu stuff to the other ordinary students

Who’s the president?

it’s Ace with Deuce as vice president

Jack’s the treasurer

The Yuu movement pioneered by Adeuce with expansions along the line by Octavinelle with financial support from Leona

Riddle dreads on how he should have shut this down months again

also can’t believe how the two person stalking duo became

*waving at the markets & club* this

seriously, the fuck

Everyone tries their best to hide all traces of this from Yuu

It’s like the first rule of yuu club,

You don’t talk about Yuu club.

tl;dr, Yuu has a cult following

congrats

#yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #messy thoughts #octavinelle #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #protect yuu club #cross-dressing yuu #yuu is done #the yandere conga line continues

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stories-by-rie · 2 years

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Happy STS! :D What was your worldbuilding process like for your wip? What details came to you first? What kind of vibes did you want to give the settings?

Thank you, Cilly! This is an interesting question and I think I can answer it nearly generally for all my wips, though I had to think about it for a while ^^ Also, this is Long.

I usually start with a white room.

Worldbuilding has no priority in first drafts, I suppose that largely because I am an underwriter and have trouble with descriptions. Instead I focus on plot, characters, and the magic system that I don’t consider part of worldbuilding. Sometimes the worldbuilding even contradicts itself at this stage. Rarely, the room already has wallpapers and even a bit of furniture, like for GLMGK, which sort of plays in our world. (I still needed to rearrange and decorate, but the room wasn’t white at the beginning.)

~ then i read the first draft again and cry ~

Next, I try to decide on an actual setting.

Note that I said try. Sometimes the decision making process is long and convoluted. I decide what the world actually looks like, this is mostly on a very geographic level. Islands? Forests? (It’s usually forests at the beginning!) Desert? But also at a socioeconomic level. What kind of technology exists? How does society work? Politics? At this point, the room is not white anymore. There is wallpaper (sometimes multiple layers) on the walls, and basic furniture. You could live in this! It would not be fun but it could work! This often happens before I tackle draft two.

Now, the items.

Clothes into the closet, plates into the kitchen, plants on the window sill. Or, getting in touch with the room. This is the part where I actively try to interweave characters, plot & worldbuilding. This also automatically happens before this stage, but here I work harder on it. This also means that I start to prioritize. Yes, plates belong into the kitchen, but if my characters never walk into the kitchen, I don’t actually need to put any plates in there. If they sort through the bookshelf, though, I really should make sure there are books in there!! Maybe, though, I also know that the plates are in the kitchen and if they don’t get attention, they start to scream (as plates do), so I have to make my characters walk into the kitchen now. Worldbuilding at this stage might influence the plot and then, well, I have to rewrite a whole chunk to make it work. This means more tears, draft two is evil, I said it first.

The decoration.

Technically, it would already work the way it is, but I think that is very boring and impersonal. So I add some clutter! Does the world need clutter? Yes, because I said so. Sure, a minimalist world works, but the longer I stay, the faster it starts to unnerve me and I’d move out really quick! So I fill it up with stuff. Magic system compliant books, made up songs, street lamp systems, anecdotes, feral mushrooms and the 200-years-spanning history of that island that sank a while ago (rip). The usual.

Congrats! I have made myself a whole new worl-

Oops, oh no, oh wait- what is that? Oh no there is a burst pipe in the bathroom, I totally forgot about the bathroom? Now I have to tear the wall down and it destroys a bit of the living room as well :( Well, that sucks but better fix that quick in the next draft or 3 x)

Ideally, once I am done, the vibes are immaculate. I adjusted the room so it fits it perfectly, so the vibes get more depth the more I work on it. Sometimes, I don’t really know the vibes until half-way through but that’s fine! Sometimes the room is just superior and knows this stuff earlier than me.

And that’s it! Wasn’t this a very professional of me, I am very proud, it makes total sense to me anyway *youtube influencer voice* hit like and subscribe!

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7-deadly-simpin · 3 years

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Got a request! The brothers with a writer mc that writes about the brothers in a lowkey way

(Im guessing you can do that!)

Congrats on 300 followers!!

Oh yes of course and thank you! 💙💚

I wasn't sure if you wanted serious or silly, so I kept it rather light and fun, hope you enjoy!

MC that Lowkey Writes about the Demon Brothers

(In order of most to least likely to figure it out)

Satan:

First to catch on about MCs indirect references to him and his brothers when they write.

MC always asked Satan to proofread their writing to see if it is captivating enough.

Being the bookworm he is, and always looking for something new to read (and new ways to impress MC) he happily agrees.

There were just too many similarities in the “characters” or “misadventures” for him not to take notice.

Finds it rather cute that MC feels inspired to write, let alone write about him and his brothers.

He may lightly touch on some similarities to watch you squirm.

Gauges your reactions to his teasing to see if it was your intention for him to find out or not.

His favorite story is about the ‘Cat Detective: The Purr-fect Crime’.

I wonder why…?

Lucifer:

Second to realize exactly what has gotten MC so inspired to write.

Ugh….of course you would allude to that time “some” Lord had a “bunch of male characters” parade around as ladies.

While some of your work causes him to blush out of embarrassment, he can’t help but enjoy some of your other work.

Your attention to detail in his implied attire brings a smirk to his face.

Oh no, the Avatar of Prides ego is swelling.

He will tease you about it, definitely.

Not until he’s had a chance to read all your work and discern which of him and his brothers are your most favorable for writing.

He hates to admit how much ‘Dad Dealing with Six Little Shits’ makes him chuckle.

Call him an old man in your work again though...you might run into some issues

Beelzebub:

Off handedly understands the entire concept involving his brothers, causing your eyes to widen in amazement and slight fear that he’ll tell everyone.

Of course he recognizes his brothers being worked into your writing, his family means more to him than FOOD.

He starts pointing out which characters are meant to represent his brothers, and even some random ones YOU didn’t catch

...maybe you didn’t realize just how much they inspire you.

But his hunger gets the best of him and he trails off while stuffing his face.

Woo, that was close….you couldn’t handle much more of him reading in-between the lines.

Not that he would ever say anything to his brothers if you asked him not to.

Finds it endearing and asks to read your writing when you’re finished.

Enjoys the story about the ‘Family Chef Extraordinaire’.

Asmodeus:

“Oh? May I read this MC? Your writing always brings a smile to my face!”

Cannot stop talking about how beautifully the words flow.

Your ability to make this one character in particular sound absolutely exquisite!

He’s highkey fawning over your imaginary character.

He must know more!

Oh how he wishes they were real so he could do more than just imagine things about them.

Asks for more writing about the mysterious attractive character.

Is...is Asmo unknowingly asking for fanfiction about himself?

Only after you ask him “How do you think you would react given this scenario” a few times does he catch on.

“Oh MC! Even in words I am gorgeous!”

Any and ALL work involving his alter-ego is an instant favorite.

Leviathan:

First off, he thinks the titles of the games you mention are WAY too short, how is he supposed to know the entire plot if the name of the game is 3 words???

Wait, this character likes gaming too?

*sudden interest*

You see a tiny smile displayed on his face as he starts to get more involved in the story.

Ah, this character is so brave, no wonder MC wants to write about them.

*Sad Levi noises*

Little did he realize, you basically wrote him into a Lord of Shadows AU.

Page after page, he gets drawn in even more.

He knew about fanfiction and AU’s, but he never expected himself to be a part of one.

*Happy Levi noises*

Sheepishly asks if you will be writing more and if he can read it when you are done.

Mammon:

Stumbles upon your writing on your blog while he’s skimming through items to...borrow from your room.

“Oi, what’s this?”

You figure it’s alright to show him, if it doesn’t involve making grimm, he usually isn’t very captivated.

Read a few lines in complete silence.

Leaves.

You’re slightly offended, but again you weren’t expecting much and that’s fine.

He comes back with some snacks and says to move over, he’s not done reading.

Mammon really likes the misadventures of the casino goer down on his luck. *cough*

“Oi, where’s the rest?!

WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?? DOES HE MAKE IT BIG???”

Guess you have to write a part 2.

Belphie:

It’s not that he's actually less likely to realize than his brothers.

He just can’t stay awake long enough to read anything.

Even your shorter works.

All your work makes him want to take a nap, which might sound mean, but it's actually high praise from the avatar of sloth.

Your writing puts him in a calm state, they make him cozy and warm….and he’s knocked out.

He only got two sentences in, but at least he started reading your work...sort of.

Welp, guess he won’t get to hear about ‘The Wandering Magical Twin Escapades’.

You decide in the future that you really should switch to reading to him, like a bedtime story.

Feel free to send in requests!

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grailfinders · 3 years

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Fate and Phantasms #169

Two builds in one day? That’s right! Today’s my birthday, and that means I get to pick the servants! As a birthday gift to myself, we’re making Caster of the Nightless City! As usual, expect spoilers in the build breakdown below the cut and in their character sheet here!

Scheherazade is a Creation Bard to truly bring her stories to life, and a Genie Warlock to create her own Bedchamber of Survival.

Race and Background

Wildly, Scheherazade is a Human, giving her +1 to all abilities. She’s also a Guild Artisan with one of the most demanding patrons in the world, giving her proficiency with Insight and Persuasion.

Ability Scores

Your Charisma better be as high as possible, you’re literally famous for your storytelling skills. After that is Wisdom. Anyone can read a story, but to tell a story you’ve got to be able to read the audience. Your Intelligence is also pretty good, because let’s be honest, remembering over 1,000 stories is pretty goddamn impressive. Your Dexterity isn’t awful, because we need to be able to go from standing to dogeza in seconds. This means your Constitution and Strength are rather low. Sadly, telling stories doesn’t make you all that battle hardened.

Class Levels

1. Bard 1: Being a bard gives you proficiency with Dexterity and Charisma saves to avoid fireballs and being banished to other dimensions. (Though I guess banishment is better than death?) You also get proficiency in three bard skills, that is to say, three of any skill. Performance for storytelling, Acrobatics for faster dogezas, and History for more story material.

You can use Bardic Inspiration to give a d6 to an ally Charisma Mod times per long rest, and these dice can be added to pretty much any d20 roll to make it a bit better. (Not yours though, heaven forbid you have to get out there and... attack things.)

Speaking of not attacking things, let’s talk Spells. You cast em with Charisma, and get stuff like Blade Ward for taking less damage and Friends for convincing people to let you live in the first place. You also get Charm Person for a similar reason, Bane to weaken their offense if they still want to try anything, Feather Fall to avoid death by heights, and Silent Image for the first of your storied illusions.

2. Bard 2: Second level bards become Jacks of All Trades, adding half their proficiency to ability checks they’re not proficient in. By becoming more useful, you’re less likely to get killed! Probably. You also get a Song of Rest to boost healing during short rests. Healing is good, healing helps people not die. Finally, your Magical Inspiration lets allies add your inspiration dice to damage or healing caused by spells. Again, healing is good, and I guess doing more damage can be nice sometimes.

Speaking of doing damage, we’re not doing that. Instead, grab Sleep for a bedtime story.

3. Bard 3: Graduating from the college of Creation will help you bring your stories to life thanks to your Performance of Creation. As an action you can create a nonmagical object once per long rest or by spending a 2nd level spell slot. The item must be medium or smaller, and can only be worth at most 20 times your bard level in GP.

You can also help your allies star in legends of their own with Stories of Potential that add extra effects to your bardic inspiration depending on how they’re used. Ability checks get advantage on rolling the inspiration, attack rolls deal thunder damage to nearby creatures if they fail a constitution save, and saving throws add temporary HP to their users.

You can also cast Calm Emotions to keep the king from beheading you in the morning.

4. Warlock 1: Now that that’s taken care of, let’s get some help from a Genie. Picking this patron gives you a Genie’s Vessel, a tiny object like, say, a scroll case, within which you can find a Bottled Respite that you can hang out in for up to 2x your proficiency bonus hours per long rest, but you can only enter once per long rest. Any items you leave behind stay in the respite until the vessel is destroyed or you take them out again. Also, I gotta remember to point out the inside is bigger than the outside, space isn’t an issue for you.

You also learn to imbue your attacks with a Genie’s Wrath, adding thunder damage equal to your proficiency bonus to one attack per turn. You don’t really attack that much, but it’s nice to make every bit count.

Speaking of attacking, you can actually do that with your new Spells! You still use Charisma, but you have Pact Magic, so these slots don’t mix with your old ones. The plus side is they recharge on short rests instead of long ones, and you can still cast bard spells with warlock slots and vice versa.

You get Minor Illusion for cheap lifelike stories, as well as Eldritch Blast for the ever-present caster balls. For first level spells, you get Detect Evil and Good and Thunderwave for free, as well as Comprehend Languages because copyright doesn’t exist in D&D, and Protection from Evil and Good. Some kings are evil, some are good, but very few are neutral. (WARNING: does not actually protect against good or evil aligned humanoids)

5. Warlock 2: Second level warlocks get Eldritch Invocations, ways to customize the selling your soul experience. Armor of Shaodws gives you free mage armor to avoid dying, and Eldritch Mind makes it easier to concentrate on your spells, which are keeping you from getting killed.

Speaking of spells, Sense Emotion lets you read the prevailing emotion of a nearby creature as an action, and you can repeat the action each turn. Good storytelling requires you know what your audience wants.

6. Warlock 3: Third level warlocks get a Pact Boon, and Pact of the Tome gives you a super cool magic scroll that gives you three cantrips from any spell list. You get Guidance and Resistance for added protection, and Mage Hand. Handling hot objects can be dangerous! Now you don’t have to do that.

Besides that, you get second level spells here, like Enthrall. Being the center of attention is dangerous, but you’re the most personable member of the party, so this might be less dangerous than letting them talk. You also get Phantasmal Force and Gust of Wind for free, letting you attack with fictional characters and just make things a bit more dramatic.

7. Warlock 4: At fourth level you finally get your first Ability Score Improvement, which will be used to round up your Dexterity and Constitution for a higher AC and higher HP. Not dying’s good, you should try it out.

You also get Prestidigitation to add minor effects to your stories, and Flock of Familiars to summon background characters.

8. Warlock 5: Fifth level warlocks get third level spells, like Major Image to make larger effects for your stories. You also get Create Food and Water and Wind Wall for free.

On top of that, the invocation One with Shadows lets you turn invisible as an action in dim light or darker, and lasts until you move or take an action. When a truly good storyteller gets going, the story takes on a life of its own, and they just sort of... fade into the background.

9. Warlock 6: Sixth level genilocks get an Elemental Gift, giving you resistance to thunder damage. Like Cursed Arm always says, you can’t travel the desert without protection from wind. As a bonus action, you can now fly for 10 minutes Proficiency times per long rest. Admittedly you don’t really do that too often, but I’m sure you can illusion up a big genie hand or something to lift you up.

You can also summon a main character now thanks to Summon Fey. You can create a small fey creature in one of three moods that can teleport around and fight for you. Fuming fey get advantage on attacks after teleporting, mirthful fey can charm creatures, and tricksy fey create magical darkness which you can use to turn invisible.

10. Warlock 7: Congrats on your fourth level spell slots! Your freebie spells are Phantasmal Killer and Greater Invisibility to put less focus on yourself and more focus on the terrifying monsters you can summon. You can also use Hallucinatory Terrain to reshape the world into the world of your story. You can also use Trickster’s Escape once per long rest to cast Freedom of Movement on yourself to get the hell out of dangerous situations.

11. Warlock 8: Use this ASI to bump up your Charisma for better spells and better stories. You also learn how to Charm Monsters to avoid even more danger by just... getting along with everything.

12. Warlock 9: Ninth level warlocks get fifth level spells, like the freebies Creation to make even more nonsense out of nothing and Seeming to again, avoid danger. On top of those, you can use Modify Memory to retcon your stories to prevent your audience from getting too upset. You also gain the Gift of the Protectors, allowing you or another creature to write its name on part of your scroll. The scroll can hold the names of Proficiency people, and once per long rest the first creature to drop to 0 hp sticks around at 1 hp instead. You can also erase names if you have a falling out, but since it’s first come first served you might just want to keep this to yourself.

13. Warlock 10: Tenth level genielocks get a Sanctuary Vessel, allowing you to take up to 5 willing creatures into your Genie’s Vessel with you. You can eject creatures as a bonus action, by leaving yourself, dying (don’t do that one), or by destroying the vessel.

On top of all of that, creatures that stay in the vessel for at least 10 minutes get all the benefits of a short rest, plus they add your proficiency to any healing they get from hit dice. That’s on top of the d6 they were already getting from your song of rest.

Oh right, you get another cantrip too. Grab Blade Ward again. You can never be too careful.

14. Bard 4: Yeah, did you think we were done with bards? Nope! This level of bard gives us another ASI that’ll max out your Charisma for the best spells possible!

You also learn Message, because miscommunication can be deadly, and Lesser Restoration. You never know what kind of status effects might doom your party, after all...

15. Bard 5: Fifth level bards get their inspiration bumped up to d8s, and they finally become a Font of Inspiration to recharge their inspiration on short rests. I wanted to get sanctuary vessel as quickly as possible for the sake of getting your bedchamber of survival, but it’s awfully tempting to put these two levels earlier, ngl.

You also learn how to Feign Death, because nobody’s going to bother killing you if you’re already dead, right? This spell makes you or the targeted creature effectively dead by the reckoning of anyone around them. They can’t take actions, are blinded, and can’t move. They get resistance to all damage except psychic, and any diseases or poisons they’re affected by are frozen until the spell ends an hour later.

16. Bard 6: Sixth level bards can use Countercharm to protect their party from effects that would charm or frighten them, giving them advantage on those saves for a round.

You can also put on an Animating Performance to turn a large or smaller object into a Dancing Item, which follows your orders, given by your bonus action. You can do this once per long rest, or by spending a third level spell slot.

Your last bard spell is Catnap, putting up to three creatures to sleep for 10 minutes. If they stay asleep the entire time, they get the benefits of a short rest. Dying of overwork... what a horrifying concept.

17. Warlock 11: At eleventh level, instead of getting your spell slots made bigger you get a Mystic Arcanum, allowing you to cast a sixth level spell once per long rest. Guards and Wards is very useful if you’re paranoid, creating wards to protect up to 2,500 square feet of space (a.k.a. 100 5′ squares). You can specify creatures that are immune to effects, or a password that does the same thing.

In corridors, fog fills the area, and forks in the road have a 50% chance of forcing creatures down the wrong way.

Doors are magically locked, and up to 10 doors in the area can be covered by illusions.

Stairs are covered in Webs that regrow when destroyed.

You can also place: Dancing Lights in four corridors, Magic Mouth in two places, Stinking Cloud in two places, Gust of Wind in one corridor or room, and Suggestion in one five foot square.

Casting Guards and Wards in the same place every day for a year makes it permanent.

18. Warlock 12: Use your last ASI to bump up your Constitution for better concentration and health. You also learn your last Invocation, Minions of Chaos! Once per long rest you can cast Conjure Elemental using a warlock spell slot. It is a little bit risky, but even you have to be willing to stick your neck out at some point. Might as well be level 18.

19. Warlock 13: Your seventh level Mystic Arcanum is Mirage Arcane, allowing you to reshape reality in a square mile, altering the entire terrain to your story and even making entire structures out of nothing. Even creatures with true sight will still feel the illusion, so feel free to recreate the tower of babel and hide out on the top of it.

20. Warlock 14: Your capstone level gives you a Limited Wish from your patron, recreating any spell of fifth level or lower once per 1d4 long rests. Sometimes your story just needs a Maelstrom, and nobody’s going to wait for you to take 9 levels of druid just to finish a story.

Pros:

If your DM rewards creativity and you’ve got the mind thoughts to power this build, this build will treat you very nicely. This whole thing is basically an excuse for the roleplayer inside of you to ham up your acting, chew the scenery, and distract everyone from the rogue rifling through their pockets.

Speaking of distractions you can make some really good ones. Show up to the BBEG’s lair, butter them up with some stories, then trick them into entering your vessel, and then they’re trapped in there for up to 12 hours. If you can trick them into allowing you to catnap them, that gives the rest of your party a full 10 minutes to ransack the place before they even know what’s happening. You can always kick them out if they’re being unwelcome guests, but there’s no way for them to leave on their own outside of killing you. And that’s easier said than done, because...

You’re really hard to fight. Between all the illusions, summoning creatures to fight on your behalf, the invisibility, and the altering reality in a mile radius, landing a blow on you is an ordeal, especially if you know they’re coming.

Cons:

If you’re actually stuck in a cage match with an enemy it’s gonna take a while, because you really aren’t built for damage. You have a negative strength stat, and your first damaging spell doesn’t show up until level four. Just bring them into the vessel, help them relax, and put them to sleep with catnap, that’s way less work than actually fighting them.

On a similar note, anything that can see through your illusions is going to cut through you like butter, because you’re pretty squishy. Only 15 AC and just shy of 150 HP means you should avoid fights like... well, you do in canon.

Another side effect of your squishiness is that your concentration saves aren’t that great, which is really bad for an illusionist/summoner. Neither your animated item nor your invisibility use concentration though, so you can actually get away with more than you’d think, it’s just a complicated juggling act. And trust me, you do not want to drop them in the middle of combat.

#fgo #fate grand order #D&D 5e #DND #Caster of the nightless city #warlock #bard

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yououui · 3 years

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Ahhh, congrats on 900! If you're still taking prompts, perhaps kurofai: no matter where they go, everyone drools over Fai, and this is never more prevalent than when they settle back in Nihon. Kurogane has mixed feelings about this

When Kurogane returned to Nihon with Fai at his side, the rumors began swirling immediately.

Whispers that Fai was a demon masking its appearance, some mythical being whose alluring looks would brainwash any person who saw him into falling in love with him, each claim was just as ridiculous as the last. Kurogane had hoped that Tomoyo would put an end to the rumors, but instead—

“Oh yes, I’ve seen him use his magic myself. He is truly a terrifying being, you should be sure not to anger him.”

He should have known.

Thankfully, after a while of Fai living in Nihon without destroying the country or any other-worldly disasters befalling them, the citizens began to change their thoughts on the mage. Kurogane was certain that about half of the people of Nihon still believed he wasn’t human, but instead of fearing the so-called mythical being, they admired him.

Fai was so attractive it almost didn’t seem real. Pair that with his practiced handsome smile and charming mannerisms, and it was no surprise that he could wrap almost everyone around his finger. It happened everywhere they went, so Kurogane was used to it—hell, one world thought Fai was a god. And Kurogane had to admit, it was pretty funny to watch the young trainees go red and scurry for a hiding place when Fai flashed them a charming smile, but sometimes... well, sometimes it was just annoying.

“Lord Fai!” A young girl called as they entered the city market street. She held a basket out to him.

Fai peered into the basket of fruit. “And what might this be, young miss?” He asked.

“A-A gift, Lord Fai!” The girl said with a lovesick smile and hearts in her eyes, her face blooming red. “I picked them this morning fresh for you!”

Fai gave the girl a grateful smile and Kurogane saw her sway in her spot like she was about to keel over. “Thank you, young miss. I’m sure they are the best in all of Nihon.”

He took the basket from her with a slight bow and he and Kurogane continued on their walk, but Kurogane was pretty sure the girl had fainted when they walked away. That was only the first person they ran into as they walked down the stalls of the market.

Countless people called Fai over or ran out to stop them to hand over precious gifts. They’d only gone to the market to find some new sake to try, but Fai’s and Kurogane’s arms ended up full of other frivolous items. All for Fai.

“I made these special for your gorgeous hair!” A woman said as she gave hand-painted and lacquered combs and clips.

“They will bring out the color of your unique eyes, my Lord!” A man told him as he gave jeweled pendants and bracelets.

“This will contrast beautifully against your pale skin!” Another girl said as she freely handed over embroidered silks to be made into kimonos and yukatas.

They were almost back to the castle, Kurogane was almost free, but then a man stepped in front of them, stopping their path.

“I caught you!” He said to Fai. “I wanted to give this to you, My Lord.”

He produced a bottle from behind his back. “What is it?” Fai asked curiously.

“The finest sake in the country,” The man told him. “One sip of this and you won’t be able to drink anything else. If you’d like, perhaps you and I could—”

Kurogane stepped between the man and Fai and snatched the bottle away before the man could finish that question. “Thanks,” He snapped before stomping away with Fai following close behind (after a more polite goodbye), grumbling the entire way. “Asshole. He acted like I wasn’t even there. I’m gonna kick his ass.”

Fai just laughed. “Are you jealous, Kuro-sama? Do you want some pretty gifts too?”

Kurogane slammed the door to their quarters open. “I’m not jealous of the stupid presents.”

Mistake. He realized that too late when he heard Fai slyly ask, “Oh? Then what are you jealous of?”

Kurogane unceremoniously dumped Fai’s haul without answering. Fai laughed again and closed the door behind them, then sat to begin sorting through his many offerings, looking much like a dragon protecting its gold. Kurogane began to wonder if Fai actually was bewitching everyone to love him just to get free stuff.

“Don’t be so grumpy, Kuro-sama,” Fai said as he examined a comb. “It’s a little silly, but at least we both get something out of it.”

“What do I get out of it?” Kurogane asked sourly.

“Well,” Fai said as he held a pendant to his neck. “You get to drink some good, free sake. And you get to see me all prettied up.”

“I do not need more reason for you to stare at yourself in the mirror,” Kurogane said.

“Who’s staring?” Fai retorted.

“Hmph.” Kurogane grabbed the bottle of sake from the man and looked at it. “This really better be the best. Or else I’ll go back and bash his teeth in.”

Fai hummed knowingly. “Yes, and simply because of the sake, right?”

“...Shut up.”

#kurofai #this is one of my favorite kurofai tropes

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gaygryffindorgal · 3 years

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HPHM character profile

Identity

Name: Verna Aelia Malinda

Gender: cis female

Age: Depends on the timeline

Birth Date: December 15th, 1972 (Sagittarius)

Species: Human witch

Blood Status: Half-blood but thought to be pureblood by the Wizarding community.

Sexuality: Lesbian

Alignment: Chaotic good

Ethnicity: Mixed (black mother, mixed father)

Nationality: British

Residence: The Malinda Manor, somewhere in the English countryside

Myer Briggs Personality Type: The Protagonist (ENFJ)

The Mage

1st Wand: Hornbeam, 11 inches, dragon heartstring, unyielding

2nd Wand: Ebony, 11 ¼ inches, dragon heartstring, unyielding

Animagus: Calico cat

Misc Magical Abilities: -

Boggart Form: Evil!Jacob turning against her.

Riddikulus Form: Evil!Jacob transforms into a tiny, angry kitten.

Amortentia: (What do they smell like?)

Fleetwood's High-Finish Broom Handle Polish

Caramel apples

The orchard behind her childhood home

Amortentia: (What do they smell?)

Nailpolish

Old books

Coffee

Patronus: Calico cat (same as animagus form)

Patronus Memory: A summer day at the Malinda manor when Verna was young, Jacob is teaching her to fly while her parents watch from the sidelines, happy and carefree.

Mirror of Erised: Her family back together again, everyone is safe and content.

Specialized/Favourite Spells: Depulso (the banishing charm), Incendio (the fire-making spell)

Appearance

(I don’t really 100% vibe with her in-game appearence since the hair selection for natural hair is not the best but I make do.)

Height: 5′10 (178cm)

Weight: like normal weight for an athletic girl that tall ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Physique: Athletic

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Black

Skin Tone: Brown with warm undertones

Body Modifications: Earrings, nose ring (6th year onwards), a few tattoos as an adult

Scarring: -

Inventory: Wand, Merula’s gift necklace (5th year onwards), some cat treats for Osborn, random old homework and other pieces of parchment discarded at the bottom of her bag at all times, a bag of apple rings (her favourite sweets).

Fashion:

It’s 1984-1991 and I want jam city to let it show in their quest reward items!!!

Allegiances

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Ilvermorny House: I don’t really vibe with Ilvermony so I have no idea xD

Affiliations/Organizations: Gryffindor house. Gryffindor quidditch team, Malinda family, Circle of Khanna, The Order of Phoenix

Professions: Worked as a Defence Against Dark Arts substitute teacher for a year shortly after Hogwarts, trained to be an auror for a while but dropped out due to disagreements with Ministry policy

Hogwarts Information

Class Proficiencies:

Astronomy: A

Charms: O

DADA: O

Herbology: A

History of Magic: P

Potions: A

Transfiguration: E

Electives:

Care of Magical Creatures: E

Muggle Studies: E

Quidditch:

Verna is the chaser of her house’s quidditch team for most of her Hogwarts career.

Extra-Curricular: Duelling club, Dragon club

Favourite Professors: Minerva McConagall

Least Favourite Professors: Severus Snape, Patricia Rakepick

Relationships

Brother: Jacob Aurelius Malinda

Growing up, Jacob was Verna’s hero. He is five years older than Verna but nevertheless they spent a great deal of time together as children, Jacob often babysitting his sister. Although he was never as much into Quidditch as Verna, he would spend hours teaching her to fly and even take her to watch matches a few years before his disappearance.

Although otherwise short-tempered and rash, Jacob had endless amounts of patience for Verna. With very absent parents, Jacob all but raised Verna from a young age and Verna trusted him to look after her more than their parents, which is why it was shocking to her when he disappeared without a word.

Father: Mervyn Malinda

The sole heir to the Malinda estate, Mervyn is an important character within the Wizard society. However, what the general public doesn’t know, is that he is, in fact, an illegitimate child with a muggle mother. This has been kept secret by his grandmother, father, and step-mother throughout his whole life. The only other person to know the truth since his birthmother’s passing is Juniper, his wife.

Mervyn works as the Head of The Department of Magical Transportation. He is not a very affectionate father, but he tries his best to support his children. Mervyn used to be a Gryffindor.

Mother: Juniper Malinda, née Raeburn

A prominent witch from the pureblood Raeburn family, Juniper married Mervyn Malinda out of love. She is a little eccentric and spends a lot of time working on her potions. For a time, the Malindas had a relatively peaceful life with their two children, up until Jacob went missing. After that, Juniper and Mervyn grew distant and started to argue a lot.

Juniper works as a potioneer and values learning, diligence, and holding onto what you believe. She used to be a Ravenclaw.

Love Interest: Merula Snyde

Verna and Merula start out as rivals but due to having to work together during their search for the cursed vaults, they are forced to spend time together. Both start to develop a crush on the other but are in complete and utter denial about it. Verna is the one to realize her feelings first, and she starts to antagonize Merula just to have tension-filled moments with her, which is a completely normal and rational approach to letting your crush know you like them.

Merula and Verna date in school and a while after it but eventually break up in the turmoils of the war. Depending on the version, they might end up together later on though.

(also, as a sidenote, i headcanon merula as like, really short so this dynamic is so much fun when verna is TALL)

Best Friend: Charlie Weasley

They both like Quidditch and are complete dorks. Worst pair of prefects Gryffindor has ever seen, totally incompetent at their job.

(Is this me projecting my love for Charlie into my OC? Absolutely yes and I have no regrets.)

Rivals: Merula Snyde, Patricia Rakepick

Enemy: Voldemort, R

Dormmates: Rowan Khanna, Skye Parkin, Eloise Montague, and Yasmin Wakefield (the last two are my ocs just to fill the dorm for my fic but these spots are up for grabs if anyone wants to be dormmates!)

Pets: A black cat called Osborn

Closest Canon Friends: Charlie Weasley, Rowan Khanna, Ben Copper

Closest MC Friends:

Farrow Raeburn @threeon1match

Verna’s cousin from her mother’s side of the family. He is a year younger than Verna and in Slytherin. They are nevertheless close, and Farrow has a huuuge crush on Verna’s cool, dragon-loving friend Charlie.

Background/History

Pre Hogwarts:

Verna had a wealthy childhood in the countryside at the Malinda manor. She had a close friendship with her older brother who taught her to fly her first broom. Verna had a keen interest in learning spells even at a young age, and her parents would often find her using magic before she was allowed to (often with disastrous consequences). The year Verna was meant to start her studies at Hogwarts, her brother went missing and her mother became very distant, while her father acted as if nothing was wrong. Verna became determined to find and rescue her brother.

Hogwarts Years:

If I would get around to publishing my fic maybe you guys would find out!! But the basic skeleton of the storyline follows the game’s events, just modified to suit a different medium and sans all the dumb stuff!!

Order of the Phoenix / 2nd Wizarding War:

Verna works as a substitute teacher in Hogwarts for a year, after which she trains to become an auror. However, she doesn’t like the way things are run at the Ministry, so she quits and moves home to the Manor for a while, trying to figure out what to do with her life. Before she can come to any conclusions though, the Second Wizarding War starts to pick up speed and the secrets her family has kept all these years transform from dangerous to fatal. Verna is recruited into the Order of the Phoenix by her old friend Bill Weasley.

Verna reunites with many of her old friends from school while working in the Order. Her father is killed during the war and her relationship with her mother goes through a lot of turmoil.

Her ultimate fate is not set in stone and in some versions she dies during the war and in others she makes it.

Post-War:

Depends on whether she survives or not. If Verna lives, she will eventually find her path to a teaching position at Hogwarts OR a curse-breaking job with the (much-changed) Ministry.

She also reconciles with her ex Merula, and the two of them get together.

Personality

Positive attributes: caring, brave, selfless, confident, passionate, protective, resourceful. Negative attributes: impatient, impulsive, stubborn, cocky, reckless, competitive, short-tempered.

if you made it this far, wow! congrats! thank you!!!! i love you forever!!!

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery mc #jacob's sibling #*mine #verna malinda #i have been sitting on this post literally for fuckkfkging ever #i read some amazing profiles by awesome people today and finally got the motivation to finish this!!#*hits post and immediately runs and hides under a rock for a week*

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locke-writes · 3 years

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First off:

CONGRATS ON THE 1.7K FOLLOWERS!!! You've most definitely earned everyone, you absolute powerhouse!!!

Secondly . . . I'd like to request an OC playlist. But be warned: Of the OCs I have, they're either underdeveloped because I haven't tended to them in a long time, or because they're so freshly-baked that I'm still trying to figure things out 😅 But hey maybe bouncing off what I have so far might give some clues as to where I'm going right, where I'm going wrong, and what sort of playlist they inspire. Probably something gloomy or nonsense because of underdevelopment but --🙃

Now prepare for the world's most lame infodump!

The most recent one and the one I'd really like to put more work into, though, doesn't really have a name currently. But I currently have her placeholder name as Atarra because I want her name to begin with an "a", but also because that "tarra" bit is a reference to the name "Tara", which means "star" in Sanskrit, but also references earthiness when in English. And the reason that's important to me is because Atarra, as she is currently, is a human who quite literally stumbled into the position of being a fairy princess without any awareness she was ever human.

The idea was that as a toddler, she quite literally fell into the Fae Realm "like a falling star" and because I had apparently just recently watched The Prince of Egypt, I was hooked on the idea of her being brought before that section of the realm's royalty to figure out what to do with her and the queen deciding to take her in as one of her own. So her name would be a reference to being a falling star, while also having earthly roots as a human.

Because of her constant exposure to magic, she has longevity and does gain certain mutations as a result such as wings. However, because she's still biologically human, these mutations only go so far: Her wings appear underdeveloped when compared to biologically fae folk so she can't really fly anywhere and has to settle with walking or climbing, and she doesn't really have the ability to harness magic of her own, instead having to store it or use conduits.

Though, the fun thing about her being forced to use items to store her magic, though, is that it gives way to creative possibilities. Like, have you ever seen a fairy use a Super Soaker to shoot out magical blasts? No? Well neither has any other fae who hasn't interacted with any form of the human world. They'll be so busy staring at the thing and trying to figure out what the heck it is that they won't have any time before their face gets blasted off with 100% concentrated Abraca-Fuck-You!

She honestly has more or less become a metaphor for a person with disabilities/neurodivergency, so I might've unintentionally put a bit of myself in her in terms of shyness and how she interacts with the world around her.

The juxtaposition between her being royalty and her also having these limitations (she was raised to have no idea that she's actually human) leaves her starting off a bit insecure but wanting to nonetheless avoid disappointing her family; she knows she's off compared to most of her peers, so she feels she can't really slack off or else it'll make her look even worse than what she really is. She's the middle child with the queen's (biological) daughters, and sort of takes on a bit of their traits, trying to be dutiful and refined like her older sister while also being unable to stop herself from being playful and curious like her younger sister. She acts almost as a bridge between them because haha middle children be peacekeepers.

Because of her natural feeling of not quite connecting with others, she can get quite anxious around nobility of other kingdoms and tries to keep to herself. She'd much rather hide away in the astronomy tower to read, or steal away in her younger sister's hideout, theorizing about creatures they can't quite experience due to their pampered lifestyles (the Unseelie who live below the treeline, humans, etc).

Admittedly, because she was raised in Seelie territory, she has prejudices she has to work out, such as thinking lesser of Unseelie for things they have no control over.

Once she manages to interact with humans, though, she's unable to keep her curiosity at bay and has a tendency to wander and can't read the room for shit, partially because of her royal upbringing. Because of this, she can be a bit easy to manipulate, especially since she never wants to let anyone down.

Likes include walking barefoot, human junk food, climbing trees (because it's the closest she can get to flying), and messy art.

Dislikes include getting her hair braided (she likes the results aesthetic-wise, but the actual practice of it hurts), stiff posturing, regalia with tight sleeves, large parties, and the possibility of disappointing people.

I'm sure there's more but I've blabbered on about nothing long enough 😅 Hope any of that was useful . . . If not, feel free to message me about trying somebody else!

Thank you, and once again

CONGRATS, YO!!!!

Northern Lights - Death Cab For Cutie

Be More Kind - Frank Turner

Home - Harsh Krieger

Born to Be A Dancer - Kaiser Chiefs

World In My Eyes - Depeche Mode

When I Grow Up - Garbage

Bright Stars Burning - Hey Marseilles

A Dustland Fairytale - The Killers

Healing Star - Dishwalla

Sideshow Entertainment - Goodnight Sunrise

Dream - Imagine Dragons

Trickery - Landon Pigg

Ocean Of Night - Editors

Wings In All Black - Gregory Alan Isakov

Claim Your Dragons - Iron & Wine

All I Have - Mat Kearney

Be Ready When I Say Go - Emperors

Flower Power - Greta Van Fleet

A Bolt From the Blue - Meg Myers

People - JonPaul Palombo

#oc playlist

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secret-engima · 4 years

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nammuellyll

@secret-engima congrats, you woke the monster. ardyn in my hero academia. there. go wild.

Me: MWAHAHAHAHA. You say that like I regret it >:DDD

-Ardyn in this wakes up post The Great Stabbing and is ... more than a little annoyed. Hello. He wanted the afterlife experience. HELLO WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS DESTINY OF FADING TO COSMIC DUST.

-But no. Apparently he gets to have a “second chance” to “be a hero”.

-Just let one of the Astrals show themselves, he’ll show where to put that “second chance”-.

-Anyway. Ardyn is Ardyn, he looks like he did in canon but he’s sane again. Oddly enough he’s still got both his armiger magic, his super healing, and some of his scourge-like abilities (scary face included). He’s not corrupted tho. Ardyn isn’t sure what to make of that.

-Goes and hobos around for a while, getting used to this world and the fact that everyone looks like a storybook encounter with cursed items gone wrong. Picks up a Smol Traumatized Child that can disintegrate things with his fingers off the streets because Why Not, Let’s Both Be Homeless Together Kiddo, then in short order gets himself known as a Major Villain when he finds a trafficking ring and, since Ardyn is Not Exactly Moral Even If Arguably Sane, he slaughters them to the last man.

-Ardyn is known on the news via grainy footage that only catches glimpses of his scourge face and a lot of rumor, he laughs his head off when the ONE soundbite they manage to get from the scene leads to his being named Adagium. AGAIN. Okay he walked into that one.

-Uses the resources of the no-longer-operational trafficking ring to set up a nice restaurant bar with a secret (illegal) clinic in the back. He makes dishes exclusively from his original time period and so the food is known as very eccentric but good. Ardyn rapidly gets the wackiest duel rep in history. To the mainstream/police/pro heroes he’s a shadowy super-murderer named Adagium. To the underworld and the homeless, the quirkless and the children, Adagium is a name that means hope and shelter, healing and comfort and a monster that protects its own rather than giving meaningless promises, all in exchange for simple favors like clothes and information and school books for his child.

-Ardyn makes special one-finger gloves for Tenko so that he can touch touch stuff without worrying about destroying it. He also, at some point, picks up the rest of the not-LoV by pure happenstance. Toga comes into his clinic hunting a patient, he scolds her, puts her in time-out, then gives her a lolli with heavy iron supplement because clearly if the girl has a blood craving she needs more iron in her system. Don’t you heathens know anything about the meaning behind cravings. Spinner gets into a fight in Ardyn’s territory, Ardyn patches him up and gently informs him that if he’s going to pick fights, at least fight dirty enough to win them. Twice comes there often for a meal and company that won’t look at him funny for talking to himself, Mr. Compress is bound and determined to get Ardyn to be surprised by one of his magic tricks (never works, because unlike Compress Ardyn can do LITERAL MAGIC). Magne is not a regular, but still shows up once in a blue moon because Ardyn’s illegal clinic is probably better stocked than most legal ones at this point (people tend to trade his treatment for actual medicine and equipment, Ardyn never asks where they get it).

-Dabi is the last to be picked up. He is also how Ardyn’s increasing collection of strays first learn about Ardyn’s superhealing factor when he TAKES Dabi’s fresh, weeping burns onto himself and they heal over in minutes, leaving both of them unscarred (or mostly so, Ardyn’s skin will always have faint ripple marks where the burns were). It is also around this time that, coincidentally, people start gunning for Endeavor and trying to make his life miserable. Because Adagium hates him and is plotting to end him, so clearly that’s their cue, right?

-The rest of Endeavor’s kids vanish in the middle of the night. No one in the police or pro heroes can find them.

-Far away in a little, unnoticed restaurant bar, Dabi holds his siblings tight and promises they are never going to have to suffer That Man again. Ardyn rests gentle hands on Shōto’s face and whispers that everything will be okay even as his skin bubbles and boils into an ugly burn before healing over with the faintest scars.

-Moving on from Ardyn’s growing collection of strays (that will keep growing so keep an eye on that):

-Ardyn doesn’t get the whole quirk thing. Or the whole superhero society thing. If something needs doing and it suits him then he shall do it, none of this Symbol of Peace nonsense.

-Yes, he said nonsense. The Symbol of Peace is nonsense and only setting society up to fall apart when this All Might fellow either gets too powerful and is made to take a fall or when he finally picks a fight he can’t win.

-Ardyn says as much to Toshinori Yagi, the nice civilian man who wandered into Ardyn’s bar without knowing who is running it. The man sputters a bit and asks why he thinks so, Ardyn just laughs and laughs and laughs until there is something unnerving about the sound and Ardyn has to stop and catch his breath. Blue eyes flicker gold as Ardyn murmurs that he’s seen it happen before.

-Somehow, Toshinori thinks this strange, eccentric barkeep doesn’t mean as a bystander.

-Ardyn meets Aizawa while Aizawa is on the hunt for Adagium, they eyeball each other like wary cats before Ardyn decides that this angry hobo hero is His Now and invites the man over for food. Aizawa declines. Ardyn casually slings Aizawa over his shoulder and carts him in anyway before Aizawa can think to retaliate.

-Ardyn is highly amused to learn that Hobo Man is after the Adagium. Good luck with that, truly, best of fortune.

-So, for those of you paying attention, Ardyn’s count of Heroes He Has Adopted is officially up to 2, even if he pretends not to notice the first one (pretends. Because he knows exactly who Toshi is, come ON it’s not that hard, they have the same voice and smile and everything).

-Ardyn’s kids grow up with his scathing political commentary and one foot in both legal and illegal worlds. Some of them (Tenko, Dabi, Toga, Spinner) decide that they’re gonna make a League to show the world how dumb its being. A League of Villains! (”League of Vigilante’s sounds more appropriate for your chosen activities, Tenko Mine-” “VILLAINS. WE ARE VILLAINS NOW.” “Alright then, will all villains in the room please wash up for supper?”)

-Ardyn finds Hitoshi and decides he’s not quite qualified for this one.

-Aizawa wakes up from another rare session of being black-out to find Ardyn cheerfully tearing up his apartment to make it more “child suitable”. Child WHAT. Child suitable. For your child.

-MY WHAT.

-Ardyn calmly holds out the adoption papers that have Aizawa’s signature on all of them, perfectly legible because the man is a little too good at pretending he isn’t stone drunk, and then gestures to the sad-eyed, skeptical boy with purple hair in the corner. Ardyn smiles (reads: threatens with killing intent) and says that he’s sure Aizawa will take his new responsibilities seriously (read: you’d better or you’re next on my hitlist).

-Aizawa, never one to go back on his word, has a kid now I guess.

-Shōto comes home one day with a bby Izuku in tow and Ardyn is charmed beyond all words over the boy. He’s so Smol! And Smart! Lookit his little brain firing away! Upon hearing the boy is developing All The Esteem Issues because of his bullying and quirklessness, Ardyn stares off into space for a long time, acknowledges that he’s a sap, and then soothingly tells Izuku that some quirks just come in late, why, Ardyn’s came in late too! Just give it a few days. Then he pats Izuku on the head and uses the motion to disguise the teeny tiny fragment of magic he splits off from his own and gives to this boy who deserves better.

-Izuku comes back two days later, crying for joy and with sparkling green magic dripping from his fingertips. Ardyn exclaims in “surprise” over the similarity of their quirks and offers to teach him. Izuku accepts and after some sweet-talking to Inko, Ardyn gets to mold this tiny genius boi as he pleases to both be proud of himself and his “quirk” AND to fight quirkless as much as possible because “tactics, my boy, take them by surprise!”

-Also then he figures out that he didn’t just lend Izuku magic because this world is funky like that, he genuinely gave it away which counts as LC adoption rituals so OOPS GUESS WHO HAS A BLOOD SON NOW.

-Oh well.

-Toshi and Izuku get along like a house on fire whenever Toshi comes over for a hot meal and Ardyn is pretty content with his brood and his handiwork against Endeavor (who by this point has been exposed as an abuser and put in jail for a long time HAH). Toshi ... pointedly doesn’t ask why several of his kids look like Endeavor. Nope. Not asking. They get their red hair from Ardyn, clearly.

-Of course, all of this casual wrecking of canon attracts the attention of AfO, who is not happy about the competition. He shows up at one point, all suave and intimidating because he is immortal and older than anyone alive and smarter too and-

-Ardyn laughs in his face.

-Baby.

-Bby playing at immortal.

-You think two centuries or so makes you hot stuff? You think stolen quirks makes you special? You think you can come into Ardyn’s territory and threaten his kids and get away with it because you’re ... a little older than the average human being? Ardyn leans close and smiles as AfO tries and fails to steal a quirk that doesn’t exist to be stolen, his Scourge face leaking into existence as he purrs that AfO should’ve minded his own business a little more than he minded others.

-AfO came prepared for a quirk. He did not come prepared for the combined might of 2k year old LC magic and abilities of a Scourge the world has never, and will never, see.

-It’s not even a fight.

-Adagium makes the news again when a body is found hanging from a high tower, torn apart as if by dozens upon dozens of blades, the corpse pinned in place by a spear that dissolves into red sparks upon the police touching it, leaving behind only a note that gets leaked to the media and goes viral.

-Dear World, refrain from touching my stuff, and you won’t end up like this man. Sincerely, Adagium.

-Not the most menacing letter until you considering the delivery method.

-Toshinori has to sit there and have a Moment upon the news that the man who murdered Nana is already dead by someone else’s hand and they have no idea when the fight went down. Because surely there was a fight, right? AfO had been centuries old and with dozens upon dozens of quirks. Who could possibly have brought him down when Nana, the then-wielder of OfA could not???

-Ardyn gently pats Toshi’s shoulder through the breakdown. There there. I’m sure you’ll figure out the culprit eventually, you’re a smart man Toshi. There there.

-Also Kurogiri shows up not long after that entire debacle looking for a new job because his old one got murdered and Adagium seems like an efficient dude. Ardyn is always happy for more hands on deck in wrangling the kids, and this one has warping powers. Welcome aboard Kurogiri.

#Secret Engima Rambles #Melodies and Manuscripts #ffxv #bnha #xover #I'll call this au #Gentleman Ardyn verse #no idea why

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casualmaraudering · 4 years

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congrats on the milestone!!! for a prompt: older wolfstar being cute (u can interpret ‘older’ how u want, could be post-azkaban or wolfstar in 2020 or whatever u want. just some wholesome older gays pls and thank u)

let’s just pretend canon isn’t real and they’ve been happy together all this time, voldemort doesn’t exist okay

this turned into a thousand words of pure domestic bliss and tbh im not even sorry

Remus wakes up to a distant sound of someone - with a very distinct and incredibly good voice, might he add - singing Queen’s “Love Of My Life”. The sun is barely peaking through the curtains; the morning glow is gentle enough to tell him it’s early in the morning.

He wiggles out of the cocoon of blankets he’s somehow created in his sleep - it’s almost unbelievable just how many blankets they’ve hoarded over the years -puts his slippers on (fluffy wolf slippers, complete with little ears and a tail - the whole family has an appropriate set of canine slippers, actually. Sirius thought it was too hilarious not to buy them), and shuffles downstairs towards the kitchen.

Just as he expects, there’s his husband, shirtless, hair put up in a messy bun, swiftly maneuvering around the kitchen while singing along to himself. The table is set with a variety of foods - there’s bacon and eggs, pancakes, toast, yoghurt and fruit, a pot of coffee (for Sirius) and another of tea (for himself). The post lays there as well, for now untouched. There’s also a rather big bouquet of flowers in the centre; there’s roses, tulips, peonies, even lupines.

Leave it to Sirius to ‘not make a big deal’ out of something.

“You’re up!” Sirius says to him, his face breaking into a bright smile at the sight of Remus. He dries his hands on a towel, throws it onto the counter, and walks up to place a quick kiss on Remus’s lips. “I made breakfast.”

“I see that,” he laughs. “You do remember the kids are in school and there’s no need to make breakfast for four people?”

“I’m perfectly aware they are,” Sirius hums as he gently kisses down Remus’s neck. “It’s a special day, though.”

Remus just nods, and then rolls his eyes when Sirius pulls up a chair for him.

“And they say chivalry is dead,” he laughs, reaching for the post as Sirius starts piling up his plate for him.

“Is there anything from Navi and Liam?”

“Yeah,” Remus goes to open that one first. He quickly gets through it, not bothering to read it all out loud - Navi likes to ramble, just like Sirius does. “Navi says she’s outraged at how ‘prefectly’ Liam is acting.”

“God, that’s just like me and James when you made Prefect,” Sirius laughs. “It’s good, though. He’s fit for it.”

“It’s nice to have something to be proud of, at least,” Remus comments. “A Ravenclaw Prefect. Don’t think Navi or Harry will ever do anything worthy of mentioning except maybe beat your detention record.”

“Excuse you, my daughter is going to be Quidditch Captain for Gryffindor soon enough, just you wait.”

“James certainly likes to think it’ll be his son.”

“James is a twat. It’ll be her, I can bet on it.”

“You and your Quidditch,” Remus hums with a smile as he gets through the rest of the mail.

There’s nothing else worth pointing out - just their kids excitedly writing about new classes, school drama, and what they might be getting up to in the near future. Harry sent them a letter too - something he always does, just like Navi and Liam write to James and Lily.

Even at this age, Remus can’t quite believe his luck.

He remembers coming to Hogwarts, aged 11, scared and alone and with a burden of so many awful secrets on his shoulders. And then came James and Sirius and Peter and Lily, and even though there was drama, and then certain revelations (in forms of himself and Sirius, and then, a little later, James and Lily), they made it through Hogwarts and after. They hadn’t drifted apart like Remus feared of, no - they became family.

And the little family of theirs only grew bigger. There was Navi, and then very soon after, Harry. Regulus and his wife, and their new baby boy. Liam, too, whom Navi befriended during her first year on the Hogwarts Express, who was the most polite and sweet boy, turned their daughter’s best friend, turned son when he suddenly left home two years back (just like Sirius had, once upon a time) and they took him in without a second thought.

At 36, Remus quite possibly has everything he’d ever want and more.

“Can I show you your gift now?” Sirius asks suddenly.

Remus looks at him in confusion. “I thought we agreed on no gifts.”

“Yeah… I kinda lied.” Remus furrows at him. “It’s nothing big, I promise! It’s not even a physical item.”

He sighs in defeat. “Okay, what is it then?”

Sirius bounces in his seat, turns to face him, and starts undoing a bandage on his arm.

He came back with it yesterday, and Remus didn’t think much of it at all; yet another tattoo, and Sirius has so many by now that Remus hardly ever asks about them anymore.

This one, though, Remus doesn’t even need to ask about when he sees it. He can’t ask, even. His voice is caught in his chest.

Right there on Sirius’s upper arm is a wolf and a dog Remus has been well acquainted with - Sirius got it tattooed on their first anniversary, when he was 17 (and positively insane - Remus yelled at him, then, telling Sirius it’s dumb to do that, since they’ve no idea if they’re even going to be together in five years and yet Sirius went ahead and got that inked onto his skin).

Now, though, the wolf and dog are joined by two little puppies - one black just like the dog, with the same joy to its expression (just like Navi, who’s a breathing image of Sirius in so many ways); the other brown and tame (the same shade of Liam’s hair, even complete with the curls). It’s a magical tattoo, so the pack is moving; the dog is bouncing around with the black pup, while the wolf is licking the brown one.

“I thought, twenty years together, we’ve two kids now. Seems appropriate,” Sirius says with a laugh. “D’you like it?”

“I love it,” Remus says, his fingers tracing the tattoo - the animals bounce around his fingers in joy, one of the puppies even barking at it soundlessly. “Sirius, that’s-”

“Shush, no getting emotional. I have like ten of these I got done for you. Thought it’s right about time to have a family one.”

Remus takes one more look at the ink, and then kisses Sirius longingly, only pulling away after he’s out of breath.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” Sirius replies, and even after 20 years together, there’s still just as much honesty and youthful joy in his eyes - Remus is yet to tire of it. “Happy anniversary.”

#im an EMOTIONAL MESS CAN YOU TELL #sorry for the shameless insert of my ocs sdjhfksdf #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #my tag #fel writes #tysm for the request i love you a lot youre a great friend

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utilitycaster · 4 years

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what are the best multiclasses for wizard in your opinion? I feel like I see fewer multiclass wizards compared to other spellcasters

I think there’s probably a reason for that to be honest; I think the appeal in being a wizard is the singlemindedness - you have access to a massive spell list, you have tons of versatility with your spells, and like, why would delay your chance to take some of the most iconic high-level spells in the game by wandering off and fucking around with other classes? I mean speaking as a person who has done a round or two of grad school it’s not exactly the best time to become an expert in say, the greatsword, unless you get course credit or free pizza out of the experience.

Mechanically, also, a wizard build is going to have high intelligence and then often the second-highest score is going to be constitution. You could go either the con or dex route, as illustrated in that Handbooker Helper video in which Brian W. Foster rides a black chair like he’s the cool teacher, but like, mage armor lasts 8 hours and even if you managed to max out on dex that means your AC is a fun and flirty 18 when assisted by spells (23 for a single round with shield) and you probably have like 35 hit points at level 8. So constitution it is. Great. You’re very smart and you can hold your breath for 3 minutes and can capably house some whiskey if needed (shit, you really are a grad student), but turns out you need more than that to multiclass. Meanwhile the other casters already have a head start on the mental stats for monk or ranger (druid, cleric) or paladin (bard, sorcerer, warlock), or for a different caster class, and since they can wear armor and get a better hit die, or in the case of a sorcerer they can call their mom who is a fucking ancient dragon if shit goes down (and/or take a level in paladin) their physical stats might not be a total embarrassment.

That said here are a few ways to multiclass if you are so inclined that I think could work out in a fun and interesting way. I suspect that unless someone who has a wizard is multiclassing for highly specific story reasons in which case they have something in mind, or unless they tried a wizard and were like “actually fuck this” but don’t want to switch characters, they’re probably still not going to want to dip too far into another class since, you know, spells.

- Rogue. You get light armor, some weapons, an extra skill and expertise, and sneak attack (and thieves’ cant although not sure how helpful that will be) with a single level investment, and cunning action with two which will help you get out of melee if you somehow ended up there. You’re already inclined to probably be decent at investigation so throw that skill point and one expertise into stealth and congrats you’re a pretty okay rogue. When it comes to multiclassing into rogue for 3 or more levels, especially if you play someone who can do damage at a distance, assassin seems like the obvious choice since you can crit on your spells and sneak attack. Arcane trickster is very cool as a main character build but if you’re already a wizard there’s not much point. (tl;dr take 1-2 levels of rogue for improved AC, a little extra damage, a few extra skills, and the ability to disengage/dash/hide as a bonus action which saves you the need to use misty step all the time)

- Fighter. Most of the armor and all of the weapons are now available to you, as is a fighting style (defense is an obvious choice here) and second wind (1d10? for a wizard? holy shit). Another level will give you the greatest ability, action surge, aka “I cast fireball and then I cast fireball again, yes it is still my turn, yes fuck you”. Beyond that, honestly I’d go battle master unless you decided to really lean into the magic weapon thing of eldritch knight; much like arcane trickster the appeal diminishes when you already have the entire wizard spell list at your disposal. (tl;dr take 2 levels of fighter for significantly improved AC, a way to heal yourself, and a way to cast two spells on one turn, and weapons I guess if you even want them when you can cast two spells on one turn once per rest)

- the other battling classes can be ignored unless you rolled wicked good on your stats and can dip into paladin because divine smites are fucking broken (I get why they cap out at 5 or 6 d8 otherwise every high level charisma caster would take the Paladin Trial Period Levels and then dip before they had to take an oath and like, “be a good person”). Monk and ranger don’t give the same ROI as fighter or rogue, and you can’t cast when you’re raging so like, fuck that.

-the other casting classes can be good. Unless you take warlock your spell slots will continue to accrue normally so at least you can do spells that scale up, and unless you take sorcerer you get some armor proficiencies and a d8 instead of a d6 for hit dice. I’d recommend against sorcerer (sorcerer dipping into wizard isn’t a bad idea but wizard base with sorcerer, while a hilarious and frustrating story, doesn’t expand your spell list much, you get like 2 sorcery points total, just not worth it. Better to be a high level sorcerer who also has some wizard spells and arcane recovery). I’d also recommend against warlock unless, again, story reasons or the easily recharging low level spell slots are what you’re after. And finally you can’t cast in wildshape and again, you are a wizard and if you didn’t want to cast all the time...why did you choose the casting caster who casts as you class. So druid’s out if you’re just focusing on build and not story.

This leaves bard and cleric, two of my favorite classes, and they are both good choices. Both will give you at least light armor proficiency, and cleric will give you medium armor and shields as well. If you’re charismatic, one level in bard gives you something productive to do with your bonus actions other than misty step and access to the core healing spells; two levels gives you song of rest aka 1 free wizard hit die plus expertise. If you’re wise, one level in cleric also gives you a pretty great set of first level spells that has very little overlap with your existing spell list; two levels gives you the ability to tell zombies to get the fuck out. For clerics, you do need to have a deity in mind for the start (Silly multiclasser, trial periods are for paladins) but that does give you a bonus; at this point it depends on story but life domain is good if you’re taking cleric levels for the healing; light, grave, trickery, or tempest is good if you’re doing it for the combat (but also you can heal now), and knowledge or forge just makes sense for a wizard even if they’re not the showiest domains necessarily. Nature is a weird domain honestly and you can ignore it.

Unless again you have good story reasons I’d only dip 1-2 levels in another casting class so that you still progress reasonably well into high level spells, but you already had to pick a cleric subclass anyway. For bard lore is the obvious choice and again if you have story reasons you already stopped reading. I mean, a lot of other people did too, but you definitely did.

(tl;dr your best bet mechanically for casters are 1-2 levels in bard or cleric)

final note: I don’t have whatever book the official artificer build is in but that might be an option if you’re leaning in that direction; at the very least you get like 50 attuned items out of it. Mystic, while intelligence-based, is a bad class and it should feel bad.

#d&d #dungeon & dragons #wizards #Anonymous

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theopengrimoire · 4 years

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Hi! For the matchups: Jo, bi girl, 22. 5'3" & have a pretty small frame. Brunette, hair always in bun/ponytail. Have a wrist tattoo ("the rest is confetti") & want a few more. I'm caring, loyal, don't put up with bs. I have a bad habit of taking on everyone's problems to the point I neglect my own mental health. I love dogs, foxes, chocolate, writing. I'm going to be an engineering grad student come fall. I don't really like people that look down on others. Have a nice day! -charmysspiritanimals

@charmysspiritanimals I can’t believe another fantastic Black Clover blog like yours follows me! I feel so honored! (BTW I wrote all of this, then right before posting I accidentally erased it by hitting the back button. So this is take two lol)

Finral Roulacase

This boy needs some love. He has to deal with Yami’s requests/demands all day, plus he pretty much gets used as everyone’s ride. He would be so overjoyed to have someone to talk to about these problems and go on dates with (let’s admit it, he’s overjoyed that a lady talked to him).

He’s pretty observant. With all of his “personal training” with Yami, Finral knows all the little signs that you’re wearing yourself thin from helping everyone. So without you knowing, he’s going to try and solve everyone’s problems so they don’t all come and lay all their problems on you. He usually ends up wearing himself thin as a result.

He likes to pamper you as well. He’ll bring you to all these amazing places to inspire you to write. He also knows all the best chocolate stores in the kingdom from trying to woo all previous women (he doesn’t tell you that though). He’ll even ask Vanessa for the best wine pairings with said chocolate.

Dude is pretty much a puppy dog himself. He’s so loyal and good natured, even to those who kick him when he’s down *cough*his family*cough*. So the fact that you’ll stand up to his nasty step mother and any rude remarks Langris might throw his way really makes his puppy dog tail wag.

He’s probably going to need some reassurance from time to time. He thinks you’re too smart for him and you’re going to leave him for someone smarter and stronger.

Magic: Mechanical Magic

Your magic allows you to see the flow of mana and the structure of anything with magic. You can manipulate the mana in minor ways to either weaken enemies’ spells, change the flow/direction of mana by applying an outside force or reinforcing the structure and strength of all spells/magic based objects. It’s applications are limitless and it allows you to be a great supporter in battle.

You can help your teammates by pinpointing the structural weaknesses of an enemy’s defense, speed up healing spells or amplify magical items. The downside is it’s not great for outright offense/defense. So magical items are your friend! Collect and use those bad boys! Your magic is perfect to pushing them past their original limits. The first Wizard King would have loved to be your bff.

Squad: Black Bulls

The Black Bulls have some of the most caring members of all the magic knights. Not to mention they have some truly unique magic, relying on teamwork. So you’ll fit in just fine.

Yami probably found you on some random adventure and decided he liked your gal. In some ways, your magic reminds him of ki detection, but on a much grander scale. In reality though, he secretly invited you to join the Black Bulls to re-enforce the base. For some reason it keeps falling apart and just doesn’t seem structurally sound.

I hope it was worth the wait. Please forgive me for the grand engineering assumption. I know there’s many fields to engineering (civil, chemical, etc). Also as a side rant, why does it seem like every engineering building I’ve been in, no matter the campus seems to be the most up to date and prettiest? Congrats on getting into gradschool! It’s not an easy task!

#Black Clover #black clover matchups #finral roulacase

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spoopycreepyhorrorcreepypasta · 3 years

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Stay Safe

I’m on the sixth floor of my apartment complex. It’s a small studio, and almost fully furnished. The only items I moved in were my twin-sized bed, various personal belongings, and kitchenware. Included in the apartment is a desk that folds out on the right side of the wall, a dresser, and coffee table.

Pat, my realtor, smiled at me with wide eyes when she showed me the apartment. “What do you think?” she asked, hands clutching her clipboard. “It’s fine, I guess,” I said. I had never lived on my own before. I was about to start college at DePaul. Chicago is a big city, and I didn’t know anyone yet.

“Great!” she exclaimed. “I’ll send you the final paperwork via email as soon as I get home, Becca.” She ushered me out into the hallway, taking a nervous glance behind her as we made our way to the elevator.

The only way that I can explain it is that her vibes were off. But, the apartment was actually below my price-range, and in a decent neighborhood (or so I was told by Reddit), so I couldn’t say no.

That first night, I barely slept. I was startled every time I heard the rushing of trains a few blocks away. Dogs were barking, car horns honking. This was so different from the small, quiet town I grew up in back in Indiana.

I didn’t have to start school until the next month, so I had loads of time to unpack and adjust to my new life in the big city. To help with motivation, I put on pop music and sung along as I unfolded all of my clothes and put them away into my new dresser, put away my kitchenware, and set up my desk space with my new office chair, which I had just ordered from Amazon.

The fold-out desk looked old. I wasn’t sure when the apartment complex was built, but it must have been decades ago. It was a little squeaky, so I dug out the WD40 my uncle had slipped into one of my boxes began dripping the liquid on the rusted metal parts of the desk.

I saw scratches on the underbelly of the wood. This was odd to me as the desk folded down to about thigh-height, so it’s not like anyone could have been underneath, clawing away. Perhaps someone had been working at this desk with some sort of severe anxiety and had dug their nails into the wood. I looked closer. The scratches were tinged with dark red stains. Chills ran through my body. I immediately whipped out my Magic Eraser and began scrubbing.

The stains were not rubbing out. I clenched my fists and scrubbed harder, to no avail. The scratch makes made my skin crawl, and I was really uncomfortable at the possibly that there would be stained blood right underneath me while doing schoolwork.

The days were long. I did begin to feel more comfortable as all of my items from home were coming together nicely in my new space.

The nights were longer. The trains still irked me, the dogs barking was unnerving. The third night, things got worse.

The scratching began.

As I was drifting off to sleep, I heard a “skritch” on the other side of the wall, opposite the desk. I thought nothing of it. The scratching continued, small noises, intermittently, with no distinct pattern. I tried to ignore them as best I could. I assumed it was a neighbor painting their wall, or maybe it was furniture of theirs scraping for some reason. Maybe they had a desk like me, which wasn’t sturdy, and they were working overnight.

The next morning, I made myself breakfast on my tiny kitchen stove. My eyes were drawn the to the desk, and my wall behind it.

“I’m going to take out the trash,” I thought to myself, “and explore my new building.”

The trash bag wasn’t heavy, as I didn’t have much to dispose of yet, but this was a good excuse to meander about. As I exited the apartment and turned to lock the door, I realized that there was no apartment on the left hand side of me, as my apartment was snuggled into the corner. The left side of the wall was where the scratches were coming from.

I ran to the garbage bin outside, tossed the bag, and headed back inside the building. As I approached my door, I questioned myself as to why I was so antsy to go back in.

"You're being stupid," I told myself. "There must be something in the walls. Maybe I can track down a neighbor and ask them if they've had similar experiences."

I did run into a neighbor that weekend, in the lobby.

I mustered up my courage to approach the strange man. "Hi," I said. "I'm Becca. I'm in apartment 608. Do you mind if I ask you a weird question?"

He was handsome, and his brow gleamed with sweat. His name was Greg, he said, and he was actually moving out. He set down the box he was carrying and brushed off his shirt. I could see the U-Haul parked out front of the complex.

"Oh," I said. "Congrats on the move?" You never know if someone is moving because they found a better opportunity, or worse, if they are breaking up with a partner.

"Hah," he said, chuckling a bit. "Yeah, I can't stay in this apartment much longer. So, your question might not be so weird." He chuckled a bit but I could see a glint of fear in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, you have a weird question, but I bet I have a weirder answer. Let's sit down."

I froze, worried that he would invite me into his apartment, but thankfully he pointed to the couch on the other side of the lobby, next to the Keurig machine (which sadly isn't free, I noticed).

"Listen," he said, leaning forward. "This place is fucking weird."

I was taken aback. I wasn't used to cursing nor was I prepared for what he was about to say.

"I moved in about six months ago. I mean, this is a pretty cool place, right? Decent location, close to the train." He looked around, as if reminiscing. "Shit started to go down within the first week. I'm alone, right? How are my keys going to be place on my desk and when I turn around they're in my bathroom? Or in my fucking bathtub?!" He shook his head. "I'm thinking I'm going crazy. I'm hearing all these weird noises. I swear something is watching me. I'm finding nails on the floor. I'm seeing all this weird shit outside my window. And I'm on the third floor!"

My mouth fell open, agape.

"Bro, I had the creepiest feelings, too, I can't even explain them. Just like, the heebie-jeebies. Someone is watching me." He said it again. Someone was watching him. "I'm not even religious at all, but I'm praying every night. I had to get out. I was just done. I called the landlord and I broke my lease and I said 'I'm out, I gotta go.' She actually didn't ask questions..." He pondered this for a moment. "..and I didn't ask questions, either. So two weeks later, here I am, bailing."

"I've been hearing scratches," I said shakily. "They started a few days after I moved in. I also feel really...weird."

"The scratches!" He exclaimed. He took my hand, and I instinctively pulled away, but he held on. "The scratches is how it begins. You gotta get out," he said. "You need to leave."

He stood up quickly, before I could ask any questions. "Listen," he said. "I gotta go. I'm on a time crunch here. I really hope you, uh..." he was at a loss for words. "Stay safe."

Greg picked up the box he had left up front and hauled it out the front door, glancing back at me once, nodding his head, as if confirming his words, which echoed in my head. "You need to leave," he had said. "Stay safe."

I sat in the lobby for another ten minutes, cursing myself that I didn't have quarters for the Keurig. I could have gotten some hot cocoa. My aunt always made it for me when I was feeling anxious or scared.

I didn't want to go back into my apartment. But I had no choice.

Greg was right. The scratching was how it begun. It got louder, and louder. The scratches sounded longer, like someone scraping their nails across the walls in long strokes. I began to sleep with my AirPods in. The soothing sounds of ocean waves washed around me. "He was just messing with me," I thought. "It's just rats, or mice," I thought. "It's just a creaky old building, this is just in my head, this is all a dream, just a fever dream..."

I was reading in bed one afternoon. The sun was glimmering through the window, and the scratches started again. But they weren't coming from behind the desk. They were coming from the wall behind me.

I jumped out of bed, and flung my bed to the floor. I couldn't stand this anymore. I began knocking on the wall. "Hello!?" I said loudly. "Please be quiet!"

The scratching became louder. The noise traveled up the wall, creeping over my head, and onto the ceiling. RIPPP! SKREEEET!

I screamed, grabbed my phone and keys, and ran to the lobby, then outside, gasping for air. I looked around. Where was I going to go? What was I going to do?

"My realtor," I thought. "She has go to know something." The memory of her odd behavior when I accepted the space entered into my mind.

I dialed her number, and surprisingly, she picked up almost immediately.

"Hi Becca," she said. "So... how are things?"

"Listen, Pat. Please be straight with me. What is going on in this apartment."

She drew in a long, labored sigh. "What's happening to you?" she asked.

"Scratching!" I exclaimed. "My desk, it has stains on it. It's like, fingernail scratches and there is blood! There is blood, Pat! And the skritching, the scratching, it's like... creatures trapped in my walls! Is it rats? Mice? Racoons? Greg told me he heard it too." The words were rushing out of my mouth. "He said he saw something outside, Greg said that he was freaked out, Greg is moving out!" I'm almost yelling at this point.

"Hon," she said. "It's going to be okay. Meet me at the Starbucks down the street tomorrow. Does 3pm work for you?"

My breathing is slowing. "Sure," I said. "Sure. I'll see you there."

"I need to go," Pat said, sounding distracted. "I uh, I'll see you tomorrow." She hung up.

I didn't meet up with Pat the next day.

That night, the pitter patter of rain tapped gently on my window. I decided to not sleep with my AirPods in, as the rain was soothing enough.

Tap, tap! "It must be raining harder," I thought. "Tap, tap, tap." This didn't sound like rain though.

Scrreeeeeeeeeech! The sound of nails dragging on glass. Scriiiiiiiitch!

I closed my eyes tighter. "This isn't happening," I told myself. "I am dreaming, you are dreaming."

SCRIEEEEEEECCCH. I couldn't ignore it.

I shifted my head toward the window, moving at the slowest pace possibly, and saw it.

It wasn't a shadow. It was darker than a shadow. But solid. I was frozen.

Sunken eyes, sunken jowls, sunken cheekbones. The longest face, a dripping chin, like melting wax. Arms raised above it's head, claws like a bird's beak, scritching, scraping down my window. Head tilted, it noticed my presence. A small hole formed where a mouth would be. A small hole growing larger, wider. The scratching, it was scratching faster, and faster, the mouth growing larger, and larger, until it screamed louder than I could have possibly imagined, piecing my ears. Like a banshee, like a demon, a sound from the pits of hell.

I couldn't move. I couldn't look away. The shrill shriek seemed to last for eons. But then it stopped. It tilted it's head once more, and then scurried sideways out of sight.

The next morning I gathered my essentials, rented a car, texted Pat that I couldn't make it, and drove back to Indiana.

I had to break my least, which was a kick in the butt financially. I called Pat about a week later and told her that things just didn't work out.

"Oh," she said, sounding downtrodden. "Can I ask why?"

"No," I said firmly. "I am never speaking of it again." I hung up the phone.

I still see it. I see it in my nightmares. I see it in the corner of my eye. I ignore it. I think I made a mistake. I shouldn't have looked at it. I shouldn't have looked in those eyes. Those blackened, sunken eyes.

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ikesenlemonadestandstories · 4 years

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Level 5

How’s it hanging HoneyBees! Did you enjoy the shorts? I hope you had as much fun reading them as I did writing them! I’m back from my break and back on that grind so here’s to the New Year!

Tagging: @loudartanimeeclipse

Master List here or search the tag Ikesen AFK

Warnings: None

Happy Reading, T~

Level 5

The moment the music changed, and you got the directive to start, you advanced your character towards the base. It wasn’t a hard task; Sasuke had been correct that your movement stat was desirable to quickly get across a battlefield. So you did what you could, taking down baddie after baddie until you reached Art.

“Art, I’m on your left flank.” You notified him through the com system.

“Much obliged Wild. I’ll do what I can to cover you from a distance.” He spoke, and you watched in awe as he took down the barrier for the beast to his left. Creating the perfect opening for you.

Quickly you re-equipped and took a swing with your new lance, earning yourself a critical hit. Happily dealing 81 damage, three times more than intended, to take out the remaining health bar on the bird that had been threatening to attack the base.

“Nice kill.” You received a compliment from Art over the mic.

“Would you look at that. Wild took the first kill from War.” Tiger mused.

“She’s clearly less useless than the rest of you.” War sounded a little agitated, but he couldn’t completely hide the compliment from you either.

“I do what I can.” You snickered. “That mean I can stay?”

“Fine,” War spoke. “the rest of you better show your worth as well.”

“Too serious, you’re too serious,” Yuki spoke up following the comment.

The rest of the battle went by swimmingly. The group of you quickly out-maneuvering the beasts that flooded the field. The fight had been enlightening, Sasuke had some crazy sticky fingers. Managing to get into every chest and steal at least one item from every beast he encountered. Yuki had a vast range, and his lance skills, coupled with his high resistance, made him hard to take down. Rose’s faith magic was all-encompassing, able to heal up to half the field at the same time while still being able to deal damage with the few reason spells she knew.

War was an absolute nightmare, and you sincerely hoped you never had to fight one on one with the man, his high magic stat and might skill coupled with his already absurd sword abilities were a terrifying combination that made him nearly untouchable. Destroying everything before it even got a chance to land a hit. Tiger was so incredibly slow, but when he did catch something, or something was dumb enough to put itself in his attack range, it was basically done for. With the highest defensive stat you’d ever laid eyes on and the sheer power he put behind the swing of his ax if you weren’t a mage, you had zero chance of taking him down.

Art was incredibly masterful in his craft, his reason range nearly double that of most mages you had gotten to know over the past week. You found yourself wondering if it had to do with his level. Then again he had some of the weirdest magic you have ever seen, that coupled with high resistance to any outside magic and an abysmal defense stat, the man was a literal glass cannon. Though that did mean he needed more protection from physical attacks. That’s okay, that’s where you came in! Exceeding in dexterity and speed, you were nearly untouchable and, with the right weapon equipped, almost always got a double hit. A deadly combination if you did say so yourself.

With the mission having been completed, the group of you warped back to town to split the earnings and divvy up the rewards earned through battle. This was where having a team came in handy, lord knew you weren’t going to use that ‘Class A battle-ax’ you had picked up after defeating that random bird monster.

“Nice job today, everyone. I’d say we made a killing. We were rewarded 15200Q to split amongst the group of us. I’ve allotted each of you 14700 with the remaining 500 being awarded to Wild who took MVP in the battle.” Sasuke spoke uninterrupted, for once, into the microphone.

“Congrats (YN), you did awesome!” Rose exclaimed through the com system.

“Way to go, numskull,” Yuki spoke up behind her.

“Ah, so Wild’s name is (YN). Quite fitting for our warrior goddess.” It wasn’t until Tiger spoke up that you had realized what Yukimura was yelling at Rose for.

She had accidentally given everyone your name.

“Does this mean we all have to introduce ourselves?” Art asked.

“You all know who I am,” Sasuke stated blatantly.

“Thanks for being helpful, Sasuke,” Yukimura replied, even more exasperated. “If anything, I’d say Rose has to tell us her name, but she already did that.”

“I was actually sort of wondering if you all knew that was her name already or if it was just called her that by chance.” You asked, not particularly perturbed that they had your name. A name was a name, it’s not like they knew your face or could identify you in person.

“Kenshin,” War spoke over the noise.

“I guess we’re doing this? I’m Yoshimoto, it’s been a pleasure fighting with most of you thus far.” You could hear the formality in his voice trying to mask his exasperation, and you tried not to giggle.

“I go by Shingen,” Tiger spoke up, following Yoshimoto’s intro.

“You all know who I am, but just in case, it’s me, Yukimura.” That introduction you laughed at. “What’s so funny!?”

“Did Rose out your name too? Or did you all know each other beforehand?” You asked through tiny gaps, trying to control your laughter.

“No! I did not!” Rose spoke up, the pout evident in her voice. “This was the first time I’ve given away anyone’s name besides my own.”

“I wish I could make fun of her for that.” Yukimura quipped, “I went to school with Shingen and Yoshi’s his cousin.”

“Yea, Yuki and I go way back,” Shingen said, clearly proud of their friendship.

“Kenshin’s pretty well known on this and a few other gaming servers. Sasuke sort of got paired with him by chance in another game, and they’ve been grouping off ever since.” Yukimura explained how the other two knew each other.

“The three of us were already playing together when Sasuke asked if he and a friend could join,” Yoshimoto explained. “Shortly after, Rose joined the group. While we knew she was a friend of both Sasuke and Yukimura, we weren’t sure exactly how they knew each one another.”

“Neither of them is particularly great with females, so we were curious to see what sort of girl our darling Rose was.” Shingen snickered as he simultaneously made fun of the boys and complemented Rose. “Thankfully, she’s a top-notch healer.”

“You’re quite the addition to this team as well (YN),” Sasuke spoke after listening to everything that was being said.

“We are well rounded.” Kenshin agreed, albeit begrudgingly. “It’s not awful.”

“Ah, see. Even Kenshin likes her.” Shingen spoke up, right as a window jumped into view on your screen.

*Fine_as_Art1156 has invited you to join his party. Will you join?*

Without a second thought, you hit accept, a smile on your face as the words “Welcome to team Kasugayama” appeared in bold across your television.

#Ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikesen afk #ikesen modern au #ikesen reader insert #ikesen gamer au #ikesen long fic #my story

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alternislatronemhq · 4 years

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Congrats, Jessie, you have been accepted to AL for the role of Molly Weasley (FC: Christina Hendricks). Yes, Jessie, our favorite mom figure in the series! Molly is just such a gem, and I’m so excited that you’re bringing her here to this group! You have an excellent grasp on Molly as a character and that really shines through in our application. I love the concept of Molly as a social worker, and even though she’s currently a stay-at-home mom, I have so many thoughts as to how those skills could bring her into play in the broader plot. Well done, and hopefully we’ll get a Fabian soon so that we can see Molly deal with the death of Gideon alongside his twin! Please send in your blog (no sideblogs for first characters, please) in the next 24 hours and be sure to take a look at our new player checklist.Welcome home, we’re so excited to have you join the family!

OOC

name — jessi age — 26 pronouns — she/her timezone — pst activity level — 7. i just started back at work this week after 3 months of shelter in place, so my activity might be a little bit lower over the next couple of weeks while i get back in the swing of things, but once i’m back in the routine, i’ll be fairly active.

IC Overview

name — margaret “molly” olivia weasley age — 36 gender — female sexuality — bi patronus —

An Elephant: A witch or wizard with an elephant for a patronus can be extremely strong and not just physically, they are often wize and have strong spiritual connections with their communities and know where they lie within them.

Being part of a herd, in no way, means they are just like everyone else, they do things their own way and will only use brute Forse is necessary, usually choosing to consider others and mind what they say.

This patronus indicates a kind an gentle caster who if not careful can drift into anxiety leading to aggression if they don’t have their herd near by. Often, they spend hours trying to look after everybody else and forget to take care of themselves.

The elephant has strong family ties and has great perception, empathy and sence of self. Although they may take longer to develop their skills they will flourish to a greater extent than others.

Bonus fact: the elephant herd Is a matriarchy and the bulls go off on their own when they reach maturity. The elephant is a sign of strong femininity and affection. [x]

boggart — her family dead. The idea of losing loved ones (and this doesn’t include just blood relatives. It includes close friends as well) terrifies her. She loves so deeply and the idea of losing loved ones and being left alone in a world where this war is getting worse terrifies her.

IC In Depth

personality traits —

positive:

Maternal - If there was one constant personality trait that had followed Molly from when she was younger, it was being maternal. By the age of five, she had twin brothers to take care of and she flourished in the mothering department. She was always doting on them - making sure they were warm enough, making sure they weren’t hungry, making sure they had the attention they needed, which is something that she can still be found doing now that she has children of her own.

Passionate - Molly has always been passionate. Whether it be about her children, her education, or by the simplest thing like knitting. There’s no in between with Molly - she’s either not interested or immensely passionate.

negative:

Stubborn - One could say her children were already taking after her in this department. When she believed in something, she didn’t step down. Her and Arthur have gotten into plenty of arguments because of her stubbornness. She hates backing down, even if she knows she’s wrong.

Overbearing - At times Molly can come across as overbearing, though that’s not her intention. She only wants the best for everyone and her idea of what’s best might not line up with their idea of what’s best. It’s the maternal instinct in her that tries to push them into doing what she believes is best.

character biography —

Molly Weasley’s family life growing up was your typical 50s and 60s home life. It was straight out of a movie - a doting mother, a hard working father, a redheaded daughter who was as innocent as the next child. Her father, Carl Prewett, worked for the Ministry of Magic in the Improper Use of Magic Office and her mother, Margaret Prewett, was a primary school teacher for children of witches and wizards.

It was often said that there was no doubt that Molly was Margaret Prewett’s daughter. She was a spitting image of Margaret with a personality to match the older, fiery redheaded witch and because of this, they were often at each other’s throats (much like Molly’s future relationship with her own daughter). There were, however, minor differences between the two. Where Margaret was more abrasive and unwilling to stand down, Molly was a more diluted version of the older woman. But that didn’t take away from how close the two of them were. Molly went to Margaret for just about everything.

Then there was Carl Prewett. Many people were often surprised to find out that Carl Prewett had married Margaret. Where Margaret is very abrasive, Carl is gentle. Where she is very hot-tempered, he is very level-headed. While Molly picked up most of her personality traits from her mother, Molly had picked up her love of vinyl records, hard work, and compassion from Carl.

Being the oldest daughter had been a blessing in disguise for the Prewett parents. When they brought home not one, but two brothers for Molly, she instantly went into maternal overdrive. But that isn’t to say it was always rainbows and sunshine. Molly often found herself outnumbered two to one with various jokes about poop, farts, and burps. Then there was the constant prank pulling. They gave her hell, but she loved it.

Getting her Hogwarts letter wasn’t much of a surprise to the Prewett family. Molly had showed signs of magic from an early age. When she finally made it to the castle she had heard so much about from her parents, Molly flourished. She met people who would become life long friends. She met people she thought she would grow old with, but no longer would grow old with. But through all of that, she met Arthur Weasley. Over the years, they became close. Through that closeness, Molly fell in love with the redheaded man that reminded her so much of her father. He was the gentleness to her abrasiveness, he was the level-headedness to her hot-temper. He was her best friend and when they became an item in their late years at Hogwarts, she was over the moon.

When the pair of them graduated, they moved in together and both started their paths to start their perspective careers. Arthur went into the Ministry and Molly started training to become a Social Worker. Within a year, the pair of redheads were married and a year later Molly was a certified Social Worker and within another year, she was pregnant with their first child. Over the next eight years, Molly and Arthur welcomed four more children, the latest being a set of twins. During those eight years, she decided to become a full-time-mother - her way of Sticking It To The Man™. She loved being a Social Worker, but she loved being a mother more. But now that tensions are rising, she’s afraid of what might happen. She would do just about anything for her family.

plot ideas —

i would love to explore how molly dealt with the death of her brother, especially when she had kids and his twin brother is still alive. whether it be another family member, someone she vaguely knows, or someone she thinks of as being family.

extra —

“Freshly Baked Bread: warm, inviting, kindness. you are the definition of cooking as a loved language and are at your strongest when creating something. others find you soothing to be around and feel at ease due to your genuine warmth and nurturing nature. you can be a mix of gentle and passionate, but it’s that intensity that lives at the centre of your spirit that draws people to you most. compatible with: candle smoke, coffee, rosewater.”

“GRASS.The Grass type is all about life. Whether you’re watching nature grow, or allowing the seeds of a newfound friendship to blossom, Grass-types focus on the creation of things, rather than the destruction. Like a study oak, you’re a patient individual, though sometimes your relaxed demeanor can border on inaction. You enjoy personal relationships, and always are one to give a gift to a friend, or jump for joy at the smallest display of kindness. You truly like to believe in the best of people, it seems. This attitude is noble, but it can get you into trouble, Grass-type. You need to remain in control of your day-dreams, and make sure that your emotional compass doesn’t lead you to harm. If you can maintain a smile through the grit of the world,”

#al:accepted #molly weasley

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