#engineer soul knight

[hyperfixationposting]

fish tank head but no fish...whered it go...

#soul knight #engineer soul knight #soul knight fanart #sk fanart #sk engineer #pixel art #pixilart

[rachel-614]

Okay, let me tell you a story:

Once upon a time, there was a prose translation of the Pearl Poet’s Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. It was wonderfully charming and lyrical and perfect for use in a high school, and so a clever English teacher (as one did in the 70s) made a scan of the book for her students, saved it as a pdf, and printed copies off for her students every year. In true teacher tradition, she shared the file with her colleagues, and so for many years the students of the high school all studied Sir Gawain and the Green Knight from the same (very badly scanned) version of this wonderful prose translation.

In time, a new teacher became head of the English Department, and while he agreed that the prose translation was very wonderful he felt that the quality of the scan was much less so. Also in true teacher tradition, he then spent hours typing up the scan into a word processor, with a few typos here and there and a few places where he was genuinely just guessing wildly at what the scan actually said. This completed word document was much cleaner and easier for the students to read, and so of course he shared it with his colleagues, including his very new wide-eyed faculty member who was teaching British Literature for the first time (this was me).

As teachers sometimes do, he moved on for greener (ie, better paying) pastures, leaving behind the word document, but not the original pdf scan. This of course meant that as I was attempting to verify whether a weird word was a typo or a genuine artifact of the original translation, I had no other version to compare it to. Being a good card-holding gen zillenial I of course turned to google, making good use of the super secret plagiarism-checking teacher technique “Quotation Marks”, with an astonishing result:

By which I mean literally one result.

For my purposes, this was precisely what I needed: a very clean and crisp scan that allowed me to make corrections to my typed edition: a happily ever after, amen.

But beware, for deep within my soul a terrible Monster was stirring. Bane of procrastinators everywhere, my Curiosity had found a likely looking rabbit hole. See, this wonderfully clear and crisp scan was lacking in two rather important pieces of identifying information: the title of the book from which the scan was taken, and the name of the translator. The only identifying features were the section title “Precursors” (and no, that is not the title of the book, believe me I looked) and this little leaf-like motif by the page numbers:

(Remember the leaf. This will be important later.)

We shall not dwell at length on the hours of internet research that ensued—how the sun slowly dipped behind the horizon, grading abandoned in shadows half-lit by the the blue glow of the computer screen—how google search after search racked up, until an email warning of “unusual activity on your account” flashed into momentary existence before being consigned immediately and with some prejudice to the digital void—how one third of the way through a “comprehensive but not exhaustive” list of Sir Gawain translators despair crept in until I was left in utter darkness, screen black and eyes staring dully at the wall.

Above all, let us not admit to the fact that such an afternoon occurred not once, not twice, but three times.

Suffice to say, many hours had been spent in fruitless pursuit before a new thought crept in: if this book was so mysterious, so obscure as to defeat the modern search engine, perhaps the answer lay not in the technologies of today, but the wisdom of the past. Fingers trembling, I pulled up the last blast email that had been sent to current and former faculty and staff, and began to compose an email to the timeless and indomitable woman who had taught English to me when I was a student, and who had, after nearly fifty years, retired from teaching just before I returned to my alma mater.

After staring at the email for approximately five or so minutes, I winced, pressed send, and let my plea sail out into the void. I cannot adequately describe for you the instinctive reverence I possess towards this teacher; suffice to say that Ms English was and is a woman of remarkable character, as much a legend as an institution as a woman of flesh and blood whose enduring influence inspired countless students. There is not a student taught by Ms. English who does not have a story to tell about her, and her decline in her last years of teaching and eventual retirement in the face of COVID was the end of an era. She still remembers me, and every couple months one of her contemporaries and dear friends who still works as a guidance counsellor stops me in the hall to tell me that Ms. English says hello and that she is thrilled that I am teaching here—thrilled that I am teaching honors students—thrilled that I am now teaching the AP students. “Tell her I said hello back,” I always say, and smile.

Ms. English is a legend, and one does not expect legends to respond to you immediately. Who knows when a woman of her generation would next think to check her email? Who knows if she would remember?

The day after I sent the email I got this response:

My friends, I was shaken. I was stunned. Imagine asking God a question and he turns to you and says, “Hold on one moment, let me check with my predecessor.”

The idea that even Ms. English had inherited this mysterious translation had never even occurred to me as a possibility, not when Ms. English had been a faculty member since the early days of the school. How wonderful, I thought to myself. What a great thing, that this translation is so obscure and mysterious that it defeats even Ms. English.

A few days later, Ms. English emailed me again:

(I had, in fact searched through both the English office and the Annex—a dark, weirdly shaped concrete storage area containing a great deal of dust and many aging copies of various books—a few days prior. I had no luck, sadly.)

At last, though, I had a title and a description! I returned to my internet search, only to find to my dismay that there was no book that exactly matched the title. I found THE BRITISH TRADITION: POETRY, PROSE, AND DRAMA (which was not black and the table of contents I found did not include Sir Gawain) and THE ENGLISH TRADITION, a super early edition of the Prentice Hall textbooks we use today, which did have a black cover but there were absolutely zero images I could find of the table of contents or the interior and so I had no way of determining if it was the correct book short of laying out an unfortunate amount of cold hard cash for a potential dead end.

So I sighed, and relinquished my dreams of solving the mystery. Perhaps someday 30 years from now, I thought, I’ll be wandering through one of those mysterious bookshops filled with out of print books and I’ll pick up a book and there will be the translation, found out last!

So I sighed, and told the whole story to my colleagues for a laugh. I sent screenshots of Ms. English’s emails to my siblings who were also taught by her. I told the story to my Dad over dinner as my Great Adventure of the Week.

…my friends. I come by my rabbit-hole curiosity honestly, but my Dad is of a different generation of computer literacy and knows a few Deep Secrets that I have never learned. He asked me the title that Ms. English gave me, pulled up some mysterious catalogue site, and within ten minutes found a title card. There are apparently two copies available in libraries worldwide, one in Philadelphia and the other in British Columbia. I said, “sure, Dad,” and went upstairs. He texted me a link. Rolling my eyes, I opened it and looked at the description.

Huh, I thought. Four volumes, just like Ms. English said. I wonder…

Armed with a slightly different title and a publisher, I looked up “The English Tradition: Fiction macmillan” and the first entry is an eBay sale that had picture of the interior and LO AND BEHOLD:

THE LEAF. LOOK AT THE LEAF.

My dad found it! He found the book!!

Except for one teensy tiny problem which is that the cover of the book is uh a very bright green and not at all black like Ms. English said. Alas, it was a case of mistaken identity, because The English Tradition: Poetry does have a black cover, although it is the fiction volume which contains Sir Gawain and the Green Knight.

And so having found the book at last, I have decided to purchase it for the sum of $8, that ever after the origins of this translation may once more be known.

In this year of 2022 this adventure took place, as this post bears witness, the end, amen.

(Edit: See here for part 2!)

#sir gawain and the green knight #translations #internet research #english literature #teaching things #dads are the best #long post #story telling #I STILL don’t know the name of the translator but I WILL find out #obscure books

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

part 15 - we’re all misunderstood

"Me and all my friends, we're all misunderstood. They say we stand for nothing and there's no way we ever could." -Waiting On The World To Change by John Mayer

Masterlist Part 14

The Watchtower was a marvel of engineering and fortitude, constantly in orbit above Earth among the star-studded void of space.

Just a quick glance out of the meeting hall window had proved to the Regent that her little brother would love it here. He’d inherited the innovative side of Fentonworks more than she, so the combination of one of his obsessions and tech to fiddle with was a dream come true. 

(She’d inherited the ruthlessness of Maddie Fenton.) 

Batman, the Dark Knight her little brother had trusted and the father of her soulmate, tapped away at a tablet in hand before turning his focus to her at ease form, hands clasped behind her back. Wonder Woman stood at her side and Superman at the other. A flanking maneuver it seemed. 

The Regent would’ve been offended if they didn’t consider her a threat, despite her willingness to discuss war prevention between the Infinite Realms and the Living Realm. Her armor alone was meant to be intimidating at first appearance, but it was the woman sealed into it that gave off the vibes of ‘Approach with caution’. She was a Warrior, not a pacifist,and everything she presented about herself was meant to signify that. 

However, the Regent was trained by the Ancient of Peace and would demand a peaceful resolution to a crisis rather than conflict, even if the Liminal had no desire for a battle against the Justice League. 

Constantine was a familiar presence in the room. The Laughing Magician had a soft spot for her little brother, but she felt the claim she had of his soul. It was cracked and missing so many pieces, but it was still a good one. The Sad Trenchcoat Man might’ve been a career drunk and conman, but that didn’t mean he was unnecessarily bad. 

He wouldn’t be here if he was. 

The man in question spoke first, much to the obvious surprise of those present, “How’s Phantom?” 

Her helmet turned to face him down where he sat a few feet away, an unopened flask resting on his thigh, “He is fine. Would you like me to pass on a message?” 

Constantine seemed to relax for a moment before shaking his head, “Nah, the kid bugs me enough.” 

“Regent.” Batman interrupted. “We would appreciate it if you could answer some questions we have regarding some disturbing files we received from Phantom.” 

The Liminal nodded, “I suspected as much. I cannot speak much on behalf of the King or others not present, but I will answer what I can truthfully.” 

“Thank you, My Lady, for your willingness to discuss such things with us.” Wonder Woman offered with sincerity in her words. 

The Regent shook her helmeted head, “I’d rather peace than be across from one another on the battlefield, Princess.” 

“Wisely so.” 

The Knight tapped on his tablet again, a projection of one of the Ghost Files documents spreading across the wall behind the Bat, the man in question returning his attention to her. 

“Why does the King require a Regent?” 

If Bruce was being honest, which he was, he’d rather be anywhere else than here in the Watchtower about to helm peace talks between the Infinite Realms and Earth. He’d rather be eating dinner with his children, questioning Phantom about Jason’s whereabouts, or even on patrol- anywhere but here. 

It wasn’t even the presence of the armored woman who’d answered in place of the King Constantine had been asked to summon, rather Bruce wanted nothing to do with the Death Energy he felt in lapses radiating from the Regent that felt… cleaner than that of what Ra’s Al Ghul or Talia had. 

Bruce wanted answers. 

But he also wanted to be anywhere but here. 

He supposed it was his self-preservation instincts trying to get him away from the being that’s been summoned, he had no choice but to stay though. 

“The King is too young.” The Regent replied evenly, hands clasped in front of her stomach, much like Diana would when trying to demonstrate that she’s prepared to draw her sword at a given moment. “There is still much for him to learn and experience before he is ready for the Crown.” 

Batman hummed, even though Constantine spluttered in shock- “A kid defeated Pariah Dark in single combat?” 

“Yes.” 

“There are some questions that we would like to have recorded for the record, would you be amenable to this?” Batman interrupts, “We would also discuss public use.” 

Regent nods, helmet tinting a darker green as the Watchtower lights slant across it for a brief moment. “I accept, though there are some answers that are not mine to give.” The woman takes a breath, “I cannot give the identity of the King without his permission, nor can I discuss how or when he died.”

“Is there a particular reason why?” Superman asks. “It is considered taboo to ask a ghost anything related to their death because it can cause them to relieve it.” A pause, “Ghosts, or Ecto-Entites, are a fighting-based culture. They are beings of varying intelligence, thoughts, and emotions- sentient and sapient, much like humans and aliens. Capable of great things, both good and evil.” 

Bruce processed those words, a pit of horror forming in his chest. How many times has this woman said those exact words, hoping for them to be heard? They were eloquent, with the formality that hinted at diplomatic training, but with so much hope that it almost physically hurt. 

Capable of great things, both good and evil. 

Wasn’t that the choice Bruce made every time he put on the cowl? Anytime one of his kids got hurt and he felt such rage in his bones? He made the choice every day to do good and while it may not be great in the broader scale of things, it was to somebody somewhere. That was what it meant to be alive, to have free will, to exist. 

Now he finally understood why Phantom gave him the Ghost Files. 

He needed this. This confrontation of what it means to exist outside of Bats and Birds, the cowl and the mask, as a being. Would Bruce have listened had he not seen the Files? If he hadn’t seen the inhumanity committed upon the inhuman? What evil would he have perpetuated had he refused to listen? 

(Tim might think he had been the only one to watch the video of Danny Fenton’s death.)

(He was wrong.)(What if he hadn’t heard the wail?)(What if he hadn’t seen the rebirth of Fenton to Phantom?) 

With all the bloodshed the GIW had on their collective hands, they would not go quietly. 

The Regent had emphasized their zealot tendencies, hypocritical ideology perpetuated by the Drs. Fentons and somewhat lackluster training, but exceedingly advanced technology geared explicitly towards Ecto-Entities in her testimony to the Justice League in the hours that followed. Several examples from the Ghost Files were explained and expanded on, including the destruction of the Casper High Gym which resulted in the death of a faculty member and the maiming of a student. Evidence of the town roads being utterly demolished, what looks like the aftermath of war being the norm for the citizens as they try to go about their daily lives. 

She had prepared to discuss all the above, and gone through various questions she’d been expecting from the League, but she had steadfastly avoided thoughts of the GIW’s unethical experimentation. Naturally, the League began this particular section with the Files’ opened to what Danny, Tucker, and Sam had included, a warning issued to all present that what they were about to watch was grotesque and to leave the room if they felt unable to hold the contents of their stomachs. 

The Regent was an older sister, a daughter, a leader, and a warrior- but she was still only able to take so much. (She hadn’t known the Fentons recorded Danny’s Phantom’s vivisection.)

(She hadn’t known they called each other sweetie and fudge-kins while digging in his chest cavity.)

Fury was a familiar enemy and friend in equal breaths, existing in the space between her ribs and her heart, trapped by a cage of bone and will. 

Fury echoed by her mirror image that entered the camera frame, sword first and merciless as she gutted Jack Fenton. 

(Regret was nowhere to be found.)(Shame had no place here.)

“By Realms Law 2127 subsection 32f paragraph 3: liminals, mortals, all in between may be promptly judged and or executed on grounds of threat to End a protector spirit or child. May also be decreed as battlefield law when faced with a sufficiently armed opponent and or external force.” The Regent recited monotonously. “Drs. Fenton also could have been tried for Invasion by opening the portal, but Phantom was able to give them a pardon.” 

“On what grounds?” Wonder Woman questioned, “He is a protector spirit, yes?” 

“Yes, which allowed the previous Law to be enacted and legal. By him acting within Amity Park and using Fenton tech to catch Ghosts, he gave them a pardon by an unspoken alliance.” 

“An alliance they broke,” Batman this time was clearly angry too in his clenched fists were any indication, “when they vivisected Phantom.”

“Yes.” The Regent continued, “Make no mistake, I uphold the Realms Law to the best of my abilities and expect my subjects and my council to do the same. We are a people and people have societies, societies have structures and without that, we would be no better than what the GIW claims us to be.” 

“Well spoken, My Lady.” Wonder Woman complemented, clearly taken by the Regent’s speech. 

“This is all gory and horrifying, but we still haven’t talked about preventing a bloody war.” 

While he’d been quietly observing the meeting, minor mutterings here and there, Constantine remained the only Dark member present. The Regent was somewhat fond of the Sad Man, even without having ownership over his soul (or the majority of shards) he would remain a fond memory for the Nightingales. 

 “My Lady,” the Magician belatedly addressed her, clearly having recalled to whom exactly he was speaking. 

“Constantine,” Batman warned, “we’ll get to that.” 

“Indeed we shall. In fact,” the Regent twirled a hand in a graceful motion “the Anti-Acto Acts is the main point of contention on the docket and allows that,” now she thrust a pointed finger at the Files’ section on ‘experimentation’, “to be legal.” 

“It’s been discussed, previously, to bring these laws before the UN with a censored version of the Ghost Files.” 

The Regent nodded almost immediately, “If you can, yes, but I would recommend leaking some of the data for the public to judge.” 

“Amity Park, for instance?” Superman asked, “Let the public choose a side and put pressure on the UN.” 

“Perhaps.” WW nodded, “Though there is likely chance that blame will be shifted onto the Ghosts solely for the damage.” 

“We can show the footage of the attacks that caused them.” Batman interjected, “As well as the videos of Phantom protecting Amity’s citizens at risk to himself.” 

The Regent agreed, “There are also videos of teenagers practicing drills for Ghost and Ghost Hunter attacks.” 

“What about sitting for an interview for a newspaper?” Superman suggested, “I can get a reputable reporter to conduct it.” 

“That can be done.” 

The Regent felt a slight tug on her Proto-Core, a shiver down her spine to follow- her little brother was trying to summon her back to him. Nothing urgent, not with just a slight tug, not an emergency. 

It had been quite a while here anyway and she missed her boys. 

“I’m afraid I am being summoned for a council meeting.” The Regent announced, “If I am needed again-“ 

She took a breath before turning to Batman, “You May summon me, Dark Knight, through your Lady’s Claim.” 

A friendly handshake with Superman, “Have your reporter meet me in the Ridge next Friday during the Witching Hours.” 

A clasping of arms with Wonder Woman, Warrior to warrior, “When this is settled, I would ask for a spar, Princess.” 

And the Regent was gone in a torrent of icy green-tinted mist. 

A/N:

Happy new year!

I can't believe it's 2024 already! Feels like I just got used to writing 2023.

As always, thanks to the wonderful beta @meditating-cat, who also let me who use them as a sounding board for ideas for the Regent earlier. I cannot wait to write those ideas, let me tell you.

As always, if you have any song suggestions please feel free to share and check out the masterlist for the rest of the series. It's always updated afterwards!

Thanks for reading!

#dp x dc #dp x dc au #dpxdc #dc x dp crossover #jazz fenton #regent!jazz #jason todd #anger management ship #hardcover ship #jazz x jason #batman #anti-ecto acts #let's get it #happy new year 2024 #lets start it off right with the end of the GIW

[ayeforscotland]

What's your top 5 favourite games of all time? And top 5 beloathed games of all time?

OOFT. That's a philosophical question for the ages. Top 6 (I couldn't choose between them) in no particular order: Grim Fandango, Halo 3, Mass Effect 2, Fallout New Vegas, Hollow Knight, Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic

Top 5 beloathed games is a bit trickier because some games are easy to make fun off but I'll have a go at specific games with more context.

The Medium - I can respect the technical work from an 'overlapping world's' standpoints but it was clunky as hell, and I find Bloober Team's general approach to their games' themes to be atrocious.

The Suicide of Rachel Foster - One of the only Steam games I've written a negative review for. Pitched itself as a mystery walking simulator, but tries to be too edgy with its subject matter. Final scene has a 1st person view of you starting the ignition of your car to kill yourself, there's the opportunity to turn the engine back off but it was fucking rough.

Lords of the Fallen (Original) - The first attempt by a non-FromSoft studio to do a souls-like and it just didn't work. Copied all the general ideas, but didn't spend enough time actually refining it. Although arguably it paved the way for better souls-likes.

Assassin's Creed Valhalla - I'm calling out Valhalla specifically because it was a bloated mess. The RPG elements were phoned in, the skill tree is a mess and the compartmentalisation of each quest region led to a janky story.

Empire Earth 3 - I absolutely adored Empire Earth 1 & 2 (and their add-ons) but all of their systems were sacrificed for flashier graphics in the 3rd game. I remember being so disappointed.

#cw suicide

[budgiegryphon]

This year's r/place really fucking sucked, terribly run and an obvious(failed) distraction, but we did get some nice stuff done

Another bench! 45 communities! Here's the fully planned piece, Quote sadly got added last minute and wasn't visible before blackout.

Full character list below the cut.

Batter from OFF, Beheaded from Dead Cells, Ori from Ori and the blind forest, Bugs from APICO above Ori, Moon from Outer Wilds next to bugs, Purple guy from FnAF, Mae from Night in the woods, Omori from Omori, Commando from Risk of Rain, Madeline from Celeste above Commando, Engi, Bosco and Lootbug from Deep Rock Galactic, Soul Knight logo below Engi, Tiny Niko on top of Bosco, Sprite Companion from Hyperlight Drifter next to Tiny Niko, Isaac from Binding of Isaac, Chompy from Bug Fables underneath Isaac, Engineer from Factorio, Strabby on Engineer's shoulder, a penguin from Starbound, Junimo from Stardew Valley, Oneshot bulb above Stardew Valley's apple, A router from Mindustry, Keg from sea of thieves, Lamb from Cult of the Lamb sitting on the keg, Monika from DDLC above Lamb, Fishbowl from FSSH, Spooky from Spooky's Jumpscare Mansion, Whiteface and flower from IMSCARED above Spooky, V1 from Ultrakill, The Conductor from Final Station in front of V1's legs, Moth from Sky: Children of the Light above V1, Apollo from Ace Attorney bottom right of V1, Gnome from Everhood, Rivulet on Looks to the Moon from Rain World, Gail from Phoenotopia above Rivulet, Captain Viridian from VVVVVV above Gail, Flowey from Undertale below Looks to the Moon, Grimm from Hollow Knight, Paprika from Them's Fighting Herds above Grimm, Deltarune red heart above Strabby, King Slime in front of Grimm, The Spiral Heart from Grime next to Grimm, Carp from Lisa, Richard Mask from Hotline Miami above The Spiral Heart

#despite being horribly stressful there was also a lot of fun #shoutout to purple guy batter and richard for just appearing out of the ether #and the fssh people for successfully gaslighting everyone afterward about whether the game actually existed #and that one streamer who got so fucking mad that he couldn't successfully take over our spot #we had people saying the bench might be full at 16 characters and I think that got taken as a challenge #it went a whole DAY longer than it was supposed to and we all got burned out lmao #I coordinated this thing and was dreaming about bench negotiations the night after #conclusion reddit is a terrible place but the indie game people remain cool #sigh. tagwall time. #r/place #ultrakill #hollow knight #rain world #off #ori #dead cells #apico #night in the woods #omori #risk of rain #deep rock galactic #cult of the lamb #oneshot #spooky's jumpscare mansion #stardew valley #sky children of the light #bugsnax #hotline miami #grime game what is yalls tag #everhood

[evenmorefatallyobsessed]

Prof. Gelé  AU Concept

To be clear this isn't the only Au/ comic I'll put the model in but it is the one that comes to mind for me most often.

Bleiss is born into the previous generation to RWBY's main characters like Jaune was in my Prof. Arc AU, also like him she became Glynda's partner.

There wasn't really much to say about Bleiss, not really. She Nicholas Schnee's second born daughter. She had talent, beauty and a fierce intellect. But she was also a rebellious teen with a chip on her shoulder towards Atlas.

After that one snake in the grass tried to coil around her what was his name again Assques? Anyways she broke his nose, stole his date and the next day sick of this Atlas high Society shit she left to be a Huntress in Vale, to live her own life how she pleased, free from the SDC.

And Bleiss didn't just manage she fucking flourished! Made a cute friend and admittedly unrequited love named Summer, the best drinking buddy ever in a Branwen called Qrow and finally a bitch she could count to cover her back in Glynda...

Yeah admittedly the two didn't get along too well at first... Okay more like their first two years but whatever. Anyways Bleiss fucking loved her life, shit even turned out she had a knack for this teaching shit.

though only for Hunter Academies, combat school parents were always complaining bout their brats picking up some of her awesome habits.

She loved her students, some more the others specifically of the cute girl variety.  Gawd did she love putting that brat Coco in her place. She'd have to do it again soon, the girl had been a bit too cocky recently with her fellow students after all.

But for now there were mors important things to deal with. Some fuckers had attacked Amber, she might not have fucked the girl or anything but she was a former student and nobody fucked with the brats she trained, graduated or not.

So she was suprised when the Malachites called her. The pair of girls she trained both on fighting and in bed having been excited over beating Ray's fucking brat who tried to wreck her favorite club. Thank god she gave them a few lessons on fighting from time to time.

Anyways apparently Junior got some kid some fake transcripts. A part of her wanted to grab the suspicious brat and throw him in a cell to interrogate. Too coincidental that someone attacks Amber, steals half her fucking soul and now someone else is trying to sneak into where they just so happen  to have her.

So she makes it a point to be in front of the Bullhead the faker was coming in through. She was gonna decide what to do with him once she saw him. After all her drinking buddy Qrow got in with fake transcripts after all so she had to at least pretend to give him the benefit of the doubt...

She felt a bit bad for her neice Weiss, yeah she wasn't exactly her favorite kid of her sis but still. She always did like sweet, little innocent Whitley betterbafter all.

Then her daughter started showing of her dad's side and the guilt for not paying her too much mind died...

Seriously she left the brat there in a freaking crater sniffling and... And... And who the fuck was that?

Tall, blonde and strangely getting her engines roaring was a blonde boy with deep blue eyes, and a freaking knight aesthetics and a sword and... Wait? That was him!?

Okay so the brat apparently had a semblance that influenced people, had to be that? She wasn't into men. So why did her eyes keep tracking him, right right semblance.

Well didn't matter she had her man targeted and went in for the kill. Grabbing the blonde away after old Ozzy's dumb speech. Really it was less kidnapping and more telling the blonde to follow her.

A lie about boys sleeping separately from girls and he was all too willing to follow. Really he was sorta naive for a spy/ assassin. She had him right where she wanted, in her room ready to get straight to the Seductio-Interrogation! She meant Interrogation.

Thankfully the hunky chump still believed he was in the clear so she just had to act all treachery and respectable and junk while she slowly used her ace.

Alchohol, loose lips came hand in hand with drinks after all. And here he was all trusting, with that dopey sweet smile and those lovely blue eyes and that fuckable fac- DAMMIT!

She didn't think he'd be heavy drinker like her, brat could hold his liquor... Sexy. Finally though she managed to ignore the blazing inferno that was her libido long enough to get down to buisness.

And by that she meant she broke a bottle and he reached to clean it for her drunk ass... And cut himself.

He, he didn't have aura... And then everything came out now that she was interrogating the boy about his aura outta worry more then suspicion. After all he couldn't be a spy without aura. That'd be retarded and suicidal, once she told him how she knew he was a fake he buckled and caved in...

And she listened, listened to the blonde talk about his dream, and how he was denied the chance to even attempt it. How he ran away from home, sold just about everything he owned to get his hands on the fake papers so he could risk it all on the chance to attempt to live up to his families name.

So he could be a hero instead of just his families biggest dissapointment... Their black sheep. And she made up her mind then.

Glyn would've blamed the booze, but Bleiss knew perfectly well what she wanted to do.

So she did something she really did...

Something Glynda feared her doing, she gave the blonde a private lesson... And no not the sexy kind though she was awfully fucking tempted.

But no Bleiss Gelé unlocked the blonde's stud levels of aura and then went full out drill Sargent on the sexy blonde. Most would've broke, hell many combat school graduates did under her excessive, cruel and unusual tutoledge.

It was why she was strictly teaching in Dust classes so she couldn't train the poor soft Hunters-in-training. But Jaune didn't break, oh he whined, cried and yelled, but the blonde as it turned out was made of tougher stuff then his folks gave him credit for.

And then the night was over... Dawn broke and the poor blonde bastard hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. But that was fine, she had a plan, she'd go to Ozzy, get his permission to make the kid her sexy assistant like she was gonna do for sweet lil Whitley when he came down for Vytal and then she'd... And he was gone!

Next thing she knows she's freaking out over the kid being launched into the fucking Emerald Forest! Oh Gawd! She wore him the fuck out and not even in the fun way!

She'd never been more pissed at her partner then she was at that moment as Glynda restrained her. She was freaking the fuck out as she saw the poor kid launched through the air... Then he wasn't cuz that one famous brat chucked her spear his way.

Then she directed herself his way... Did something happen between them? How? Darling must've at best had a minute or two to interact with anyone on the way here?

After several more minutes of annoyingly futile resistance she finally calmed down and accepted things as is and decided to watch Jaune try his luck during Initiation and vouch for him if he failed.

-O-O-O-

Glynda felt very... Conflicted over her partner Bleiss. On one hand she'd known her through her entire time in Beacon. She understood Bleiss even if at times if was irritating to do so.

It was ultimately why she felt secured to a point around her. Glynda knew what to expect from her... Usually. Right now as she fretted over a random boy who she couldn't have known for more then a few hours was leaving her utterly stumped.

She observed him, and frankly Jaune Arc while having high aura levels was hardly what she could call competent. The boy was tripping all over himself and getting lost in thought randomly.

He was proving to be a detriment to his partner. Then they entered that cave and he... Did he fall asleep!?

Actually looking closer at him the blonde he looked utterly exhausted and his aura levels were rather low especially given how quickly they were restoring... If she didn't know better she'd have thought the Arc had been fighting for his life, the. Night... Prior.

No...

Turning she looked to her worried partner and spoke the most dire question without thinking positive even her impulsive, sadistic partner wouldn't be so reckless.

"Bleiss what did you do?" Bleiss avoided her gaze and begun to mumble, that was never a good sign.

"What did you say?"

"I... just... Trained him a bit last night." She wasn't the only on to look horrified, Port, Oobeleck and even Ozpin looked pale at the implications. After what Bleiss considered legitimate training was illegal across the kingdoms.

"How is he alive..." She agreed with Port before turning back to the screen concerned about the boy.

Her previous concerns were utterly dashed. Anyone who could survive Gelé's training more the deserved a spot in Beacon.

-0-0-0-

Exhausted, irritated and sore were Jaune's feelings... Aura, thank merciful Oum for aura! He didn't know how he survived all these years without it. But he was sure he would've died last night if not for the soulful energy.

Miss Gelé was terrifying, at first he'd been flustered when such a pretty older woman tricked him into her room, then confused and then worried when his transcripts came to life.

But all that fell wayside when out of nowhere she stood up grabbed him, dragged him outside and told him she'd be teaching him a few of the basics a Huntsman needed to know.

He'd been about to talk back, not willing to take a hand out even if from a teache- Then she knocked him flat on his ass, walked up to him and said some kinda cool sounding words before she unlocked his aura.

Oh she explained what she did to him. But did so as she was stabbing at him with a freaking sword, darting around the place like a bullet. She even summoned monsters! Just constant pain, agony on the physical front and lectures on Grimm, Aura, Dust and a ton of other stuff he didn't know about.

All while she continued to beat his ass...

Once his aura shattered she'd beat him with fist, kicks and really painful grabs until it restored and they were back to him trying not to be impaled! Wash and rinse and repeat to sunrise! She looked happy! Excited even!

But hey, at least he had super powers now... Aura was awesome. Though right now he'd trade it in a heart beat for a coffee of even better a pillow...

But those thoughts could wait! He had bigger worries. He didn't go through all that just to g

fail Initiation! The Grimm weren't even as scary as that after all!

At some point he must've gone in a cave because currently he was running from a freaking Giant Scorpion!... Still not as scary as Ms. Gelé but this thing clearly wanted to kill him.

Aura into his feet like he saw miss Gelé doing he managed to outpace it! Pyrrha said something bout not wasting his aura but frankly he still had a lot...

Like much of the rest of the day it all happened like a blur. Ruby and Weiss eating dirt from falling from the sky and giant bird getting added to the mix and something about chess pieces.

All he knew is that they needed to get outta there fast to pass and best of all not fight the two giant monsters. That was a plan he could get behind!

And he would've, should've and was sure as hell going to. Until the ginger girl beside him called out her partner's name. He turned and saw that Pyrrha and the brunette he could assume was Ren hadn't made it before the bridge collapsed.

Really it should've been a easy choice, they were strangers, he hadn't even known Pyrrha a hour. He owed them nothing and the finish line was right there! Yep, it was a easy choice, one he didn't even need to think about... Dammit.

Pumping aura in his legs he leaped out towards them. After all what kinda person wouldn't rush in to help others? Not him that's for sure.

Exhausted, tired and only mentally there by a fraction his mind worked overtime. Instincts were in the front seat. And so he listened to them.

He knew there was no way he could tear through the things armor... At least, not with what he knew how to do. But there was something?

pumping aura into his arm he tanked a sting with his shield, the attack denting his heirloom's mechanism shifting sheath but somehow managed to feat of strength to not have his poise broken from the blow.

The Grimm's carapace was thick, to thick for a sword like his... But maybe if he stole another one of miss Bleiss's moves?

She'd been so nimble and quick during the fight, pushing aura into her legs as she explain it while beating him.

It was where he got the idea of doing it, though he had the feeling he wasn't nearly as good at it as she was. But despite how petite she was her blows were heavy... Because she put aura on the blade, heck she even swung it once and sent the energy flying.

It was that which he inspired to copy in that moment.

Pushing all the energy he could into his sword, desperation and determination were powerful motivators.

and from them he managed to once more repeat the technique Bleiss had preformed before him like her aura reinforcement.

All his aura surging out in a arc of violent energy, that cleaved into and through one of the Deathstalker's claws.

His aura shattered, he was out and now the thing was glaring at him, oh he was scared but he had three people with him. All of which seemed more worried about his auraless state then even he was. It reassured him, didn't seem like they'd run for it.

Which meant he had a chance. After all, this Grimm wasn't nearly as fast a attacker as Ms. Gelé, and Jaune had learned last night just how much being light on his feet could help.

He smiled, a crooked, sure toothy grin it's way, finding himself terrified but also excited to kill his first monster.

-0-0-0-

While they were sure Team RWBY would be the focus of their students for the staff the group their eyes were on were JNPR. And for once it wasn't because of miss Nikos.

No the reason was the blonde dancing around and avoiding the Death Stalker's strikes.

Who knew it was targeting him but didn't turn tell to run despite having no aura but instead kept it's attention so the others could wear it down.

"A Fucking Mazing..." Glynda felt a chill run up her spine as she turned to look at her partner. And what she saw terrified her.

Bleiss was unashamedly looking hungrily at the Arc.

"One fuckinh night with aura and he manages this..." Her lip bled she was biting it so hard. Wait, did she say a night with aura!? Didn't that imply he didn't have it before.

Surely not, he used aura reinforcement on his legs several times and even swung a aura Arc. Those were advance techniques, techniques her partner knew... Technique that look utterly and completely unrefined and raw being performed by the Arc as if he'd never used...

She had to do a double take, but, but he was so nimble on his feet?

"Heheh, Hahaha! He can't beat that thing in strength but if he can dodge me he can sure as hell dodge it!" That... Was true.

Actually he didn't look like he was dodging it so much as... Dancing around it's blows.

What was this, well at the least she knew one thing as Bleiss licked her lips.

She would have to keep a eye on the boy for his own sake from her partner.

#prof. bleiss au #bleiss schnee #glynda goodwitch #jaune arc #au concept

[shieldfoss]

Can You Shoot The Dog

NB: I stole this whole text, including title and tags, from https://cohost.org/mammonmachine/post/2322368-can-you-shoot-the-do

I don't want to shoot the dog, but I do want to shoot the idea of having a dog in the game to pet.

I know, I know, it's pretty mean of me to pull out a gun and unload a full clip into a completely adorable and wonderfully intentioned little trend even if it IS a little bit annoying, and it's certainly kind of an overreaction, but while I've got this gun out and you're listening would you mind if I made a particular hyperspecific point? I take issue with the idea of putting a dog in the game to pet because I think that's missing the point: if you have a dog in a game, you should be able to pet it.

Do you understand the distinction? The only reason for asking "Can You Pet The Dog?" is because the dog, when present, doesn't give the player any way to interact other than what the player normally has, usually gun. Gun is not the ideal way to interact with dog, and developers tend to forget pet but remember gun because petting a dog doesn't do anything. For player's that's exactly the whole point, that there is no point, and that's kind of mindblowing to me. Like, I spend all day every day trying to make a big digital stage and trick people into believing it's real, and they laugh at your antialiasing and say you need to upgrade your version of the Unreal Engine, and then they'll go on to ask why they can't pet a dog. Isn't that funny? They think they see all the fakeness and seams but at the end of the day the human brain is not immune to seeing a picture of a dog and going " doggie :)"

My best friend and streaming partner Fern loves Bloodborne and Souls games more than anything, and one of her favorite things about these games is the ability to wave and gesture at people. They put emotes in those games because of multiplayer, but you can do them whenever you want. Wave to the Silver Knight shooting arrows at the pillar right in front of you. Wave to the boss through the fog door. Wave to the fire keeper—wait she waved back!

You can't "pet the dog" in Bloodborne (dogs in these games are made of knives, unsafe to pet) but you can "pet the dog" (the doll giggles when you act goofy, like a teenager trying to get a girl to notice her). This fake, inanimate world responds back to the player's attempt to communicate with it, even when there is absolutely no mechanical reason to do, an act of communication between player and world that is delighting in and of itself.

This is the spirit, rather than letter, of petting the dog. It's not about a literal dog that you literally pet. You can find a way to put a dog in the game and you can figure out a way to pet it, but it's not very impressive. What I would like to see is identifying what in the game the player wishes they could interact with, simply for its own sake, just because they believe in the game, believe in it more than you who made it does, and want the game to speak back in a way that validates that belief. That is a much harder dog to pet. But isn't the whole point a lot of work for no real point?

Speaking of, while I've got this gun, I feel the exact same way about fishing minigames. A calming and idle pastime in the middle of a very different kind of game is a great idea, but I think you should pick one that suits what your game is about. Yes, Cruelty Squad does have fishing in it, but the real fishing in Cruelty Squad is the stock market. Think about that while I lower my gun and give you a chance to flee.

#gamedev #I didn't proofread this and I have a gun

[theresattrpgforthat]

(To clarify, I don’t have any preferences on genre or tone here, just budget. Or lack thereof I guess.)

THEME: Free TTRPGs (2/2)

I’m so so glad that you posted two asks because holy shit do I have recommendations. This is the second part, once again organized into different pieces of advice!

4. Unofficial games based on a licensed IP. 

Yeah, people do crazy things for the stuff they love, including designing an entire roleplaying game and then releasing it for free! Here’s a few that I’ve found.

Unofficial Hollow Knight RPG, by HKRPG Team.

Vast kingdoms, ancient mysteries, and adversaries far beyond reckoning await you.

The Unofficial Hollow Knight RPG is an original tabletop role-playing system inspired by Team Cherry's hit indie title. In HKRPG, players take the form of daring bugs going on adventures in the strange and wondrous world of Hollow Knight and its insect-populated kingdoms. 

What a labour of love this game is. This TTRPG feels dungeon-crawly, which makes sense considering the game it’s designed after. Each bug has hit points, stamina points, and Soul, referring to their magical reserves. Inventory is also tracked, using a pool called Stash. There are three Bug templates available for you to choose: Small, Average and Large, with different benefits and drawbacks for each template. There’s over 100 pages of character traits and abilities, spells, charms and rituals, items and obstacles, which allow for complex character builds.

On the GM side, there’s links to info for settings and NPCs, as well as Lands Beyond, a supplement that allows you to create your own insect kingdoms and gives you four random roll tables to aid you in this creation. If you want to replicate your own little traumatized bug adventure, this game is absolutely for you!

Skyfarer, by Failbetter Games.

Queen Victoria has brought London into the heavens. The High Wilderness stretches out ahead of you; cruel, unwelcoming, and filled with opportunity. Here you make your living as a Skyfarer, working on board a locomotive jury-rigged to fly through these cold skies and raging winds. Your captain has taken you to the Reach, a frontier on the edge of civilization, in search of fame, fortune and adventure.

You will change out here, where the Empire’s light falters and casts deep shadows, where rebels stake their claim on fragments of sky-rock riddled with fungus, where pillagers dig into ruins built by the now-dead sun. 

Players form the crew of a spacefaring steam locomotive. Gunners, quartermasters, engineers, signallers – even mascots – are brought to the fore as the Captain is struck down by misfortune and the crew must band together to get out of (or into) many surprising kinds of trouble.

Using a simple dice-based system, Skyfarer allows players and game-masters to easily tell stories set in the Fallen London universe with plenty of climactic moments, tense stand-offs, and grim decisions. As characters risk life and limb, they’ll accrue Peril – the more Peril they have, the greater the chance of them meeting a grisly and permanent end.

This game uses both d6s and d10s, and leans more towards the narrative side: your character qualities are descriptive, and your abilities are abstract representations, titled Iron, Mirrors, Veils and Hearts. You’ll collaboratively come up with your starting situation, and include details like who your Captain is, what the current crisis is, and what kinds of Allies and Antagonists are involved. 

One thing that’s really unique about this game is that there’s a character that the GM must play - the Captain, someone who gives orders to others, but for the purpose of this game, can’t carry out their normal duties for some reason or another. Once you set up your characters and determine what your starting scenario looks like, you’re good to go!

5. Playtests.

Sometimes the playtest of a game is released free of charge, with all of its editing errors and without any art. These games won’t be perfect, but they contain rules, as much of the setting as the creator has managed to flesh out so far, and the spark of creativity that can pull you into a fantastic community. Get in early on a playtest and you might find yourself holding the early stages of something truly great - and you’ll get a sense of warmth knowing you got to be part of it.

Aeronauts: Flight After Fall, by Electric Purple Studios.

The world is covered in purple mist, the legacy of some cataclysm long past. Through the haze have risen several powerful city-states, built where the mist is thin enough that they are not constantly besieged by the fog’s lurking horrors. Now airships fly above the mist, and a new era of trade and conflict has begun to bustle in. The city-states, previously only in contact through small trading caravans, are now forced to face the reality of different cultures, different ways of life, and the possibility of war.

Aeronauts: Flight After Fall is a TTRPG of grand quests and small moments, of journeys from the tops of the clouds to the depths of the darkest tunnels. You and your friends tell the story of the crew of a small airship, trying to make their way in a world that is rapidly changing around you. Are you diplomatic envoys endeavoring to build connections, or are you a group of ragtag scoundrels simply trying to survive? It’s up to you.

Aeronauts uses a 3d6 system, and emphasizes narrative role-playing, similar to games like Apocalypse World and Blades in the Dark. When you roll, you add up your dice - a 15 is a critical success, 10-24 is a partial success, and a 9 or less is a failure. You will have access to a pool called Focus, which can add a bonus to your check, as well as tokens, which can be gained using certain actions and spent to alter certain types of rolls. Finally, there is a tool called Kismet, which allows characters to establish details within the narrative, either for their benefit or just to put their own personal stamp on part of the story. 

The rules as put out here are simple, but the ways you can use them and your characters go into much more detail, taking up 198 pages in total. There’s rules for different kinds of combat, examples of how to use certain parts of your character sheet, a delve into the lore, and pre-made characters who want to pick up the game sooner rather than later. There’s also a community Discord advertised in case you want to find other players, talk about the game, and get updates about changes as they happen. 

The Modern Eldritch, by Moondog Gaming Press.

The Modern Eldritch leads you into a world run by mega-corps headed by eldritch horrors who demand brand loyalty over blood sacrifice, wizards who believe themselves better than worldly governments, and non-profits who leverage vast intelligence networks to find donors. Players take on the roles of average citizens who have had their lives shattered by these systems, and now must journey through this world to fight for some sense of normalcy. 

The Modern Eldritch utilizes quick character creation, which revolves around crafting motivations and backstory; a wide skill set and freeform magic system which encourage roleplay and creativity to tackle obstacles; and a unique exhaustion system that invites players to gamble with their own sanity to increase their odds of success.

This PDF starts off with a quick introduction to the world and an outline of some basic concessions that the group should agree on before getting ready to play. Character abilities are ranked from a d4 to a d12, and character skills are ranked from 1 to 5. You’ll be rolling dice pools, and adding up the results to determine whether or not you succeed. You’ll also assign positive and negative elements to your character, to flesh them out and give them exploitable weaknesses - this is an eldritch horror game, after all. 

This game is also supported by a Discord server, and also provides a link to a Playtest Survey, where you can send in your feedback for future edits! My only complaint is that the PDF takes a little bit long to load - it takes patience!

6. SRDs - write your own game!

Maybe you have the perfect idea of a game in your head. Maybe you have a setting that you absolutely adore - you just need rules to tell you how to play a character in that setting. Maybe you really really like filling all of your free hours with matching character tropes to game stats and putting together character sheets and writing random tables…. maybe I’m just calling myself out here.

SRDs are tools to help you design your own game in your own setting using rules that have already been sorted out. They will contain advice about the kinds of games that were in the creator’s mind when designing the rules system, and steps through what a character will need. Creators often offer them up for free, out of the kindness of their hearts and the desire to see just how far people can take their rules and bend the genre.

Caltrop Core, by titanomachyRPG.

Ever wondered how to make your own TTRPG? Welcome to v1.0 of Caltrop Core, an introductory game design system using the humble and sharp d4! It's extremely simple and bare bones so anyone can make a game with it, regardless of your experience level! It can have as much or as little complexity as you like.

This game is extremely beginner friendly, and familiarizes you with the core dice-rolling mechanic before introducing you to character building blocks, ways to communicate genre and tone, and optional elements that help characters change the narrative. There’s also an entire collection of Caltrop Core games for you to check out (some of which are free to download!) that really show off what this system can do!

Titanomachy has also released Caltrop Core EX, which they refer to as a “director’s cut” of the regular SRD, and EMERGE8, an SRD that’s designed to help you create your game as you play it. It uses a d8 dice mechanic that takes inspiration from World of Darkness dice pools, as well as a few other tips and tricks that encourage collaboration between players and GM. 

VRBS SRD, by David Garrett.

VRBS is an ultralight system for creating highly improvisational role-playing games that reward creative, heroic action. It has a universal conflict resolution mechanic that requires a single six-sided die. In VRBS, characters are defined by what they do, not by abstract statistics. Characters can attempt anything that a creative hero would be able to reasonably accomplish and they either succeed or grow in the process.

The VRBS SRD is easy to understand and is excellent for games that need a tight session with an easy-to-predict end time. It uses only d6’s - the easiest-to-find dice - and sets up your characters to move through three scenes, plus one scene through each member of the group. Throughout the game, they will draw on a pool of Energy. If you finish the final Scene without depleting your Energy, you are sucessful! Run out of energy, you go home. Try again tomorrow.

Full disclosure, I have designed a game using this SRD before - Mischief by Moonlight, a game about small gods getting up to shenanigans inside a museum where their relics have been trapped. (Go ahead and download it for free!)

Finally…

Games I’ve recommended in the past!

Mothership, by Tuesday Knight Games.

IronSworn, by Shawn Tomkin.

Straight to VHS, by Lost Cat Games.

#dnd #tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #game recommendations #asks #free games

[nientedenada]

No One Knows Who Talos Is

I’ve rediscovered lately how many people think it’s canon that Talos is three guys in a trench-coat: Tiber Septim, Wulfharth of Atmora, and Zurin Arctus. 

So time for another reminder. NOWHERE IN THE GAMES OR OFFICIAL LORE TEXTS IS THIS EVER STATED.

“What about the Arcturian Heresy?” you might ask.

To which I say, “Read it.  Talos the god isn’t even mentioned in the text.” (I could add that it’s the Arcturian Heresy which doesn’t mean it’s automatically the truth and that the Greybeards in Skyrim contradict one of its biggest claims, that Tiber Septim never went up to High Hrothgar before his first big battle. But that’s another story for another time.)

“The Arcturian Heresy” is a book about how Tiber Septim managed his public profile by taking credit for two other guys’ stuff. It never says anything about the three becoming a god together afterward.

Now, if you decide to take the Arcturian Heresy as fact, it’s an interesting theory that they got all tangled up together and became a god, and of course, we had devs who endorsed the idea in non-official works. There’s a hint in one corner of Morrowind for it when we meet a guy who may be Talos and he introduces himself as Wulf. But it’s not canon, and there are a whole bunch of other possibilities for Talos’ origins.

Six Alternate Explanations

1. The most suspicious Official Imperial cult one that no one seems to buy in fandom: The gods were happy he did such a great job and said, join us. Yeah I’m suspicious too.

2. Tiber Septim engineered his own cult of worship in his lifetime (canon), and after. Somehow, he fiddled around to give himself power. (Come up with your own theory how he leveraged the people’s worship.)

3.The Book THere Be Dragons implies he ate a bunch of dragon souls to ascend. 4. He’s tapping into the Missing god Lorkhan’s power somehow. The extreme version is he mantled Lorkhan. There’s a lot of circumstantial evidence for a link between Talos and Lorkhan, but again nothing official.

5. CHIM. Speaking of mostly out-of-game theories championed by devs. CHIM is mentioned a tiny bit in game, but never explained, so it can be made to do a lot of stuff in your head-canons.. 6. The Thalmor would like to remind you that Talos is not actually a god. Sure, you can get blessings from shrines, but consider that in Morrowind, you can get blessings from saints’ shrines and it’s explicitly stated that the Tribunal priests enchant them to give the blessings. The Imperial cult is completely capable of setting up Talos shrines. (There are some issues with the Thalmor’s stance, particularly involving the DLC Knights of the Nine, but if you’re really in denial, here are your starting points.)

Final Note: This is a jokey round-up of a bunch of theories and headcanons and I’ve left out a lot of the details. But if you want my opinion?

I’m Talos-Agnostic, though I lean towards there being something to do with Lorkhan. Not fully mantling him, though, because then we’d be talking about Lorkhan not Talos, who would no longer be the Missing God. But what do i know? Have fun with all the possibilities. 

#tesblr #Talos #the man the myth the disgrace #Tiber Septim #tes lore #niente lore

[mikeysbabygirl]

Omgomgomg i love viegin reader and takeomi!!! But can you do it with Draken? It's cool if youre not taking request though. But it was amazing!!!!

Wrecking ball

Warning : 18+, MINORS DNI. Angst + comfort+ Sex , Explicit Smut, pussy drunk! Draken, unprotected sex, virgin reader.

NOT PROOFREAD : sorry... It's 5am and I was sleepy lmao

The angst is kinda hurting at first but I promise it's beautiful to see Draken's shell breaking.

SYNOPSIS : Virgin! Reader x Ken Ryuguji

WC : I swear one day I'll count

That night was supposed to go well.

It should have been one, if not the best of your life. Everything was planned from A to Z, the excitement inside you was a mixture of anticipation, stress and happiness, your hopes were up high above the sky, that night would be the night, your night.

Unfortunately, the unexpected happens. Sometimes in the form of a sudden bad weather, a storm, a tragic accident...

Or sometimes the storm has jet hair and hazel eyes.

Comes in the shape of all your insecurities packed in one single soul, a smile engraved in a knife stirring an old unhealed wound whenever she would smirk at your boyfriend.

Once upon a time, you met him. That is, three words, they were enough to turn your whole existence upsidedown. He was enough to.

You never believed in knight in shining armor, but he was the armor. Strong big arms sculpted to fight quickly learned to protect you, to hold you gently in order not to break you. A cold eye glance sharpened to scare any living human being softened around you.

It took you long enough, you had to take it on you sometimes, to put up with his distant and uncaring facade at first, but it was all worth it since now, he only shows he cares when around you.

He only had eyes for you.

Or at least that was what you thought.

Because that was months and months of hard work that you saw stumbling down, the minute you saw her hugging him from behind.

Like a bucket of water thrown on a fresh painting you watched the colors fading rather quickly, staining a white immaculate floor under your shaking feet.

You wore your rose-colored glasses until the last minute before the dark jet haired girl stormed in, as well as you wore the baby pink see through lingerie under your sun dress, waiting for him to be done with his work so you two could finally go home.

And to think it all started because you wanted to make him happy, to show him how much you were willing to give him...

The girls that he used to live with, which by the way were absolutely adorable with you, made it their own business to teach you how to please him, to find the ultimate perfect set of lingerie that would drive him crazy, and though you were slightly uncomfortable with it at first, that day passed by like a daydream only for you to wake up to the sound of the rose-colored glasses shattering, later.

She was one of his client's sister, you have been with Draken and Inupi the first day she came along with her brother when his motorcycle broke down in a ride they both were in. Even though she gave you the most sugar coated smile, you didn't missed the red on her cheeks when she talked to Draken, beside having no business with him since it was her brother's engine.

Like any good girlfriend, you just ignored it. You were used to it by now, it wasn't the first time your boyfriend attracted stares, but that didn't mean you had to lose your mind about it. In the end, no matter how many eyes were on him, his was on you.

The repairs of the motorcycle have been dragging on. You hadn't been there every time they came and strangely enough, you didn't see them anymore every time you came to D&D motors. You weren't so naive as to think that they didn't come anymore since their bike was still there, and you had heard from Inupi once that after a while her brother had stopped coming and that now it was only her who came to ask about the bike.

You watched through a cold stone facade as she stormed in the store, and made her presence known by hugging Draken from the back. You clearly saw as he stiffened, his gaze met yours for a split second before he peered behind him and pulled away quietly from her, starting to talk about the bike being almost finished.

Bitch didn't even paid attention to me, you had thought.

Usually it was you who kept the conversation going on the way to where his bike is parked, or from the parking lot downstairs to your apartment, he would just listen to you, get lost in admiring your face and respond in kind. Only this time there was something strange in the words you barely dared to utter, something different in the way your arms wrapped around him as he drove, an unattainable distance in your gaze the two or three times it met his.

As clueless as one could be, you were one of the very few people Draken cared about. He just wasn't comfortable with the idea that something way too big was going on inside your head, and he naturally started asking you what was wrong.

After many, many times when you dryly mumbled that you were just tired, you finally let it out.

-" She's so obvious, it's so embarrassing " you had scoffed, standing next to the kitchen counter while he was sitting at the table. You could feel his eyes burning holes on your back, piercing louder than any words you would die before getting. That was the main reason why you chose to hide the monotony behind a light laughter, he was so dense.

You gripped the kitchen counter harder, turning your back to him. You suffered silently, your soul was crying out, heart bleeding, the anxiety eating at your brain like a scavenger pecking at its meal. You loathed feeling the jealousy infecting your cells and fiber, rotting each tissue insidiously, a cancerization of your guts because it was not you, this woman with a heart envious of another woman. And the fact that it was the person who was supposed to give you butterflies in your stomach that caused it was execrable.

The stillness that lies between the two of you had kept you up at many nights, the silence screaming for so much more. You had fought with body and soul, ripped the skin off every bone and gave it all wrapped in soft gestures and everlasting smiles.

All for him to open up, he did, you really thought he did, but all those times deep inside you knew you were only getting fragments of him.

Fragments, breaks that only hurt you, and yet you kept holding on them with bare hands, watching the blood dripping and telling yourself it was okay.

It was okay, love is red.

No way in this world or another that you could have kept doing it now, those unspoken words flying around you gathered around your neck and started tightening, a rope of letters suffocating you.

-" Does she know we're together ?" You inquired, still turning your back at him.

He was not as clueless as you thought he was, he could feel the lack of joy in your voice, the lack of you.

Unexpectedly, he had a knot in his throat when he heard your fake laugh that you used to hide your pain. He could not help but act like an absolute moron, it was just that his barriers were too strong, the walls he built to not try again, to not have his life wrecked again with the loss, he would have wished to be courageous enough to let go for you.

-" why would she ? She's just a client ".

Your eyebrows arched and you pursed your lips in a smile, nodding gently.

-" Oh... Okay, I see. "

You loved him, you fell for him, but no matter how hard you tried, the shell was always stronger than your bare hands. Lately your heart have been breaking so much you have been crying in your pillow and wishing you wouldn't feel anything, it would appear exaggerated for anyone maybe, but being so close yet so far to the person you love leaves nothing in you, it cuts and leaves scars until you are dead inside.

His knuckles turned white, he gripped the table harder and tried to push himself on his feet, to get to you and reassure you, not leave you insecure, alone, and loveless. Why was it that hard ? Why was he sitting there and watching as he blew the best thing that happened to him so far?

-" Do you know what's killing me ?"

Unmoved. Stone cold, your tone has been. Void, your voice has been, head lowered while looking at the marble, he swallowed his anger toward himself, and winced when the words escaped his mouth because it was not what he meant.

-" c'mon, stop being dramati-"

He was cut off by the sound of glass shattering, Draken straightened and pushed back his chair, startled by the sound and looking for its source, only when you turned toward him that he saw the shards of glass embedded in your hand, his heart began to clench in his chest as he watched your blood run down the floor and over the counter against which you smashed the glass.

He frowned and stood up, taken aback. That was not you. You never got this angry, and if you did, you never went that far.

It is all you, your fault, his conscience blamed.

-" The hell-"

-" Do you know what is killing me ?" You insisted, and let go the counter to make few steps toward him, he lifted his chin and peered at your face, a frown in his, as he silently asked you to continue.

-" I don't care about what you do, understood long ago that I would die before getting a reaction from you. "

A stabbing pain in his chest, he fisted his hands on his sides and took the first wave of hurt, he deserved it, but hearing that " I don't care " was excruciating.

No, you care. Please, care.

-" But what's killing me " you whispered, and it was the second stab of the night for him, how your voice weakened contrasting with the absorbing void in your eyes. Your eyes once upon a time full of stars when you looked at him.

-" Infront of me ! How is it possible that this happened in front of my eyes ?"

-" I wasn't the one-"

-" you didn't put her back in her place. " You argued. " Did it even occur to you that you were hurting me too ? "

As someone who repairs bikes, mostly for people who had accidents, Draken always wondered what if felt to be propelled out of a motorcycle travelling at a hundred kilometers an hour. Yet he never asked for it, there he was, in the middle of a kitchen, he was hurting, he was bleeding, injured and damaged, and he felt that pain of being propelled out of something traveling way too fast for him.

You have been a whole rollercoaster, from the first minute his gaze met yours to that one precise minute. The dopamine of long night too fast rides with his old friends, the adrenalin of gang fights, you have been all that. You swept him off his feet, been the rest he needed after Emma, the noise to silence the mess inside his head. You came in a random afternoon, and have been a game changer, showed him what a heart can do besides pumping blood, you gave your all to him.

Little did he knew you have been planning to give him the last remaining piece of you before all of this happened.

He was sure you have never tried this hard in love. Stormed in like a wrecking ball and tried to break his walls only for him to be the one who wrecked you.

He felt dirty, unworthy, miserable, he bit the hand that fed him, he didn't deserve you.

And there he was, silent again. You scoffed, what were you waiting for, again ? All he ever gave was " it's nothing" and " I'm fine ", you had to steal the words out of his mouth, to learn how to deduce his feelings by his body gestures, too much hard work, and for what again ? To be speaking to a wall, too much for love, you were dead inside.

-" Let's end this. "

You tried passing by him only for his hand to fly to your wrist and catch you, on a fight or flight, he pulled you back infront of him, frowning.

He struggled to believe the words he had just heard were true. Please don't be true.

He felt the ground give way under his feet and his heart drop in his chest, his eyebrows furrowed, he exclaimed.

-" End-wait, shit ! Ya serious ?" You raised your eyebrows at him, he tightened his grip around your wrist when you tried to pull away. " D'ya need to go this far ? For a random bitch ? You know she ain't shit, I wasn't even the one-"

-" This far ?" You inquired. What stunned him was that your voice never rose, your tone was ice cold yet your eyes on him were burning him alive, god, even in through the worst, you were exactly what he needed, the calm to his storm and the fire to his ice.

-" It's not only about her. Not only you let her disrespect me that way, we ain't going anywhere, ken. You're barely giving me any crumbs of you, and I'm tired of trying when you're obviously not interested enough to try. "

No, you were wrong.

What you two had was not going no where, it was going far, it already did. It went as far as making him think about you as soon as he opened his eyes in the morning, and again at night before drifting back to sleep, seeing your face in every stranger, and missing your noisy laughter that he always asked you to lower.

-" I do am interested !" He argued, anger insidiously seeping through his pores, you tiredly wrinkled your eyelids, tilted your head to the side.

-" Oh really ?"

-" Yes really, c'mon, let's talk about this-" he tried to stop you again as you passed by him, yet you stopped by yourself and stiffened, turning toward him suddenly with your hair almost hitting his face.

-" Oh you wanna talk now ? " You exclaimed in a dry laughter, he sighed loudly and closed his eyes for a second as you looked away, you hated sounding so dramatic, but again, you have been suppressing months and months of unspoken words, this was the last straw.

-" You needed me to end it, to leave you to talk ?"

Leave you.

Another stab in the heart and he stopped counting, a dry laughter escaped his mouth while he ran a hand through his hair. He rarely felt this angry around you, and he rarely felt this hurt, the last time was probably since Emma, and that was when he figured out.

This hurt way too much, the thought of you leaving was one of the scariest things he ever saw, it was too strong, only one thing, one damn feeling could do this.

What a shame he needed this to figure it out.

-" So you're leaving ? "

You saw them standing again, tall and impressive, those guards you have been fighting.

You only wanted him to let you in, in the end you didn't win.

Though you could hear the hurt in his voice, his expression turned impassive as always and you hated that even in such a moment when everything was about to fall down, he still thought about his damn walls when your heart was literally bleeding inside your chest.

-" you never trusted anyone to stay anyway " you shrugged, feeling the tears starting to gather in your eyes while he dryly laughed, looked away from you and licked his lip.

-" Yeah ? Well, I thought you'd be the exception."

Please be the exception.

-" did you even treated me like one ?" Your voice slightly broke, before you cleared it. "what i mean is, i’m going to stop watering a dead flower, expecting it to grow again. it’s over, this is over"

A dead flower. A lost cause, undeserving, you ended up figuring out yourself. Yet another stab.

-" You never talk, I don't even know who you are, what you like, what you hate, what you fear-"

-" This. " He cut you off, turning around to face the kitchen door. " That's what I feared the most, this damn moment. The transition between having everything and having nothing but regret. "

Your heart ached for him, you knew he had lost, he never talked about it but he had that look in his eyes, the one you have when you went through hell and back.

He talked for the last time.

-" But yeah, go. Leave like everyone else. "

Please don't let me go.

You took the fall, watching as he angrily stormed out of the kitchen to the living room, grabbing his jacket and making his way toward the front door.

The door handle felt wrong in his hand, that was not what he should be holding.

And he heard you sighing, he heard his heart breaking.

His frown relaxed.

He always wondered, what would have happened if he confessed to Emma before... ?

And now that life has given him a second chance to be happy, a gift from the heavens, he was walking away, ending it.

She wanted it.

But she tried. he reminded himself. I didn't.

Too stuck in his own head and feelings to even think that you might be hurting, confused and lost. He didn't deserve you.

But he got you anyway, was it too late ?

You still were breathing, you still were there.

And he figured out better than anyone how life could be a gift, such a fragile one.

His hand slowly, dropped to his sides, leaving the door handle.

You have been the light to his darkness, gave him your time , love and care.

He turned around, head still lowered and buzzing, dropped his jacket back on the couch.

The best thing he had so far, and he was ruining it, leaving it, for someone else to take it, his chest hurt.

Your eyes widened when you heard his steps approaching, you quickly wiped away the few tears that escaped your eyes before looking away when he came back, avoiding his gaze. You startled when his hand found your injured one, tried to pull it away only for him to stop you.

-" I'll fix it".

His voice was stern, you looked at his face and your heart missed a beat when you caught him looking straight in your eyes, you swallowed thickly and answered.

-" I can do it myself, you were about to-"

-" I said. I'll fix it. ".

This tone, you knew it too damn good. It was the one he never used with you, the one he took with an annoying client, with someone that would let his eyes linger way too long on you outside, it was the one you should take seriously. He didn't left you much choice anyway, he was already dragging you toward the bathroom, where once there, he let you sit on the vanity while he grabbed the first aid kit.

You swallowed a thick amount of air when he came back to you, and his cologne invaded your nostrils. He ignored the tingling sensation he felt under your gaze and took your hand in his, starting to examine the wound. It was not a big deal, yet there was glass embedded in your skin that had to be removed, he knew it would hurt.

Once again, you were hurting because of him. He didn't deserve you.

His hand reached for the Aid kit that he placed next to you and grabbed a tweezer that he cleaned with some alcohol before coming back to your hand.

Not even in his delinquent era has he tried to take care of his own wounds, but it was you... He could change for you, he would.

Your hand showed a slight resistance when he approached the tweezer from it, Draken looked up at your face so close to his, getting lost in your glossy eyes and wet eyelashes, you had cried. He made you cry, you hated to cry. And you still were the prettiest for his eyes.

-" let me take care of things for once, yeah ?"

You shrugged, giving him the silent treatment and let your eyes fall to your hand, he sighed and went to start removing the shards, one by one, stopping from time to time to slightly take a look at your face to see if it was too painful before resuming.

After cleaning and disinfecting the wound, he began wrapping a bandage around your hand, and the soothing silence around you encouraged him to speak.

-" you're so full of light... and i'm terrified that i'll be the one who quenches it. "

Your heart started racing faster, you focused on his face, that was focused on your hand instead, truth is he was too embarrassed to even say it to your face. He was getting inside the field of his insecurities, opening up, and he wanted to get used to that idea before facing your whole world of eyes.

-" you bring the best out of me but i’m the worst for you."

It hurt to admit, yet it was the truth. You have been the light, the new era, you were like coming out for fresh air for him, a whole storm of smiles, laughters and ridiculous fights you never stood a chance against his tall and muscular body, a true tease. And he had put you in so much pain that you ended up hurting yourself tonight, he didn't deserve you.

And it made him angry, made him grip your hand tighter because he had wished and he would have gave his soul away not to feel that way, it was like an illness, feeling the pain but not being able to control anything.

He wished he was enough.

-" the world just... feels right. when you're with me."

Those words could have seemed not enough for anyone else, however you knew how much it was taking him from how tight he was holding your hand. Your other one reached for his chin, you lifted his head until his gaze met yours, and you got lost into his eyes where there was so much emotions passing by, for once.

-" why is it so damn difficult for you to believe you're worthy of love? "

He didn't deserve you.

Even after everything, you still pulled something like that. Were you truly a gift or a just a sweet torture to remind him of something he would never be able to keep ?

Under pressure, that is how he felt. Because he knew he wasn't good enough, and he knew he would ruin it, if not tonight, probably soon, he wanted to try, to move heaven and earth for it, still...

-" I'm afraid that I'mma fuck it up, fuck you up. "

-" then don't" you frowned, he scoffed.

-" Easier said than done. "

-" Why is it ?" You innocently tilted your head to the side, and he couldn't help but notice how beautiful you were, damaged, on the verge of crying, hurt, and still so pure , so perfect.

He wished he would have been enough... but he knew he would never be.

And there he was again, mistake after mistake, again. He punched the counter under you in an adrenalin rush, pulling his hair back when he caught sight of how you suppressed a startle.

You were so strong, much stronger than him. Strong in your own fragility, trying to cope with his shit in order not to make him feel bad.

You were too perfect for this world, even.

-" 'cause I'm a fucking coward. " He locked eyes with yours that made his guts stir. " cause you're there, with every breath I take and in every damn face I see. And I'm freaking scared of how deep I'm in love "

Fortunately, you were sitting on the sink, because if you were not, God knows how hard your knees would have hit the ground. For his words had knocked you off of your feet, making your heart beat even louder.

I'm in love, your eyes widened, his remained still, and glued to yours. Now that he said it, there was no coming back, and though your silence was frightening, the words allowed him to breathe better when they left his throat.

As for you, you struggled to believe you heard him well. Draken, Ken Ryuguji, the one you never even expected to tell you he appreciated you told you he loved you, no he had no right to move your world upsidedown this way.

-" are you saying this because I was leaving... ?" You inquired, In disbelief, he frowned and held your hand in his.

-" No, shit, no. I'll do something about that, I'll beg you, I am begging you, don't give up on me. Don't give up on us".

He hesitated, but staring through your softened eyes, he finally found the guts in him to slip between your legs, wrap his hands around your waist, and his head nuzzled in the crook of your neck.

He closed his eyes, inhaling your perfume and sighed, it smelled like home, the one he never had, the one he never knew. It smelled good, comfortable, and it was the place he would want to come back every night after work .

-" stop pushing everyone away, Ken. Especially me. " Your hand flew to his hair, caressing it as he breathed you in, you felt him nodding against your skin.

-" I will. " He pulled his head back to look at your face, your hand fell on his cheek, and he leaned in your touch. " I'd bleed my fucking heart out for you. Just... Don't go, I won't overcome it this time. Not you...".

He was not used to talk that much, neither to beg. Yet he couldn't help but wonder if it was enough, if you still were thinking about leaving or not, he couldn't help but tell himself he needed to add something, just in case you weren't convinced.

-" anything but not you... "

He was nothing more than a homeless heart, and you finally gave him his rest. Too overwhelmed to even speak, you leaned towards him and took his lips in yours, he had immediately kissed you back. This kiss was nothing like the ones you used to share, it was not a first one, but a real one, full of emotions, filled with all the unspoken words between you, with promises of love and attention.

When he tried to pull away, your hands found his collar to pull him back to you, deepening the kiss. The way your tongue slipped between his lips says it all, the moan he let out in your mouth said it all, about the tornado that assaulted him while moving his lips against yours.

Hands around your sides slide down your thighs, under your sundress slowly caressing the skin and feeling its softness, he felt lucky to even be able to touch you after how he acted toward you.

He felt himself stiffening, though, the minute you kind of jumped from the sink to wrap your bare thighs around his hips and your hands behind his neck, his hands supported your weight while still kissing you, thumbs rubbing circles over the plush of your thighs.

-" Babe- Babe " he panted between two kisses, pulling you slightly away to look at your bright eyes, heart crushing from how pretty you looked. " Some more and I can't stop, please, I can't".

He felt even dirtier, you two barely finished arguing and his thoughts already were spinning around you and your body pressed against his.

Not that it hasn't been nights that he started thinking about it... Lonely nights in his bed, wondering how good your body would look under him, wondering just how you looked like under those enticing clothes of yours, imagining that mouth that you never stopped running, closing around him... Only when the thoughts would start getting overwhelming, he would free himself from his underwear and start stroking himself, imagining your face, your hands, your cunt...

You two never made it past hot kisses and some wandering hands here and there, and he never asked for more. You were young, it has been only months since you were seeing each other, and he would give you enough time to start wanting it by yourself, he would never rush you.

But, he was just a man, and feeling your crotch rubbing against his in that position, feeling your chest against his and seeing them poking out from your sundress' cleavage as you two were pressed against each other, devouring your mouths... He had to stop before you could notice his hard-on and make a fool of himself.

- " and who told you to stop ?" You innocently tilted your head to the side, his eyes widened and his grip around your thighs tightened. Were you just aware of what you were implying? God, your doe-like eyes on him were making his pants tighter.

-" Take me, Ken. " You added, he felt the rug pulled beneath his feet. His heart started racing faster, your words, your eyes, your lips, a wildfire spreading through his body.

-" No. We're not using reconciliation sex, it's unhealthy- fuck !"

He groaned as you rode his hard-on, pulling yourself up and down by your hands on his shoulders, he gripped your thighs harder to steady you, feeling so full and heavy because of your sudden gesture.

-" 'm begging you to take me, Ken. " Your voice came up as a whine, and if this was not enough to make him moan, the second time you rode him definitely was.

-" you don't have to do this to make things better, I don't want you to think-"

-" No. I don't want you to think. " You stopped him, fierce gaze on him burning him to ashes. " I've been willing to give myself to you since days... I want you to fuck me, Ken."

-" Goddamn..." It was his turn to buckle his hips against you, pulling out a shaky breath from you and him as well.

The heat dyed clementine and twilight over your cheeks, and it seemed as if everytime you blinked, a new flower bloomed, and a whole full starry night shone through your eyes. You were art, raw, painful, and just like art was supposed to do, you were making him feel.

-" C'mon, am I really that bad ?" You joked in a nervous laugh, he frowned, pulled you even closer, how could you believe something like that when he wasn't even able to take his eyes off of you ?

-" No. I am. "

His voice was now a whisper, because the air pressure was already deafening enough.

The barometric pressure increased as if you were going underground, while the air began to run out as if you were going up in altitude.

You gravitate towards each other, like two planets without ever touching, and fighting against this invisible force that attracted you to each other started to be a hard task.

But after a while, when the force of gravity increased too much and the distance between the two planets shrank.

Collapse was inevitable.

Urges in his body, urges that was full of you, craving to possess every letter of your name, so he said " fuck it all" and finally broke the chains that kept you from crossing that line between you two.

He suddenly leaned and kissed your lips, and you couldn't wrap your head around the fact that he accepted, so much that you didn't even noticed he was already making his way to your bedroom, opened the door and closed it behind the two of you.

And there you were, laying on the bed, somehow your dress found itself on the floor, he was amazed by the raw poem you were.

He understood what you meant saying I was willing to give myself to you, now. You knew that baby pink was the color he liked the most on you, thus, the baby pink lingerie set. But did you knew what the sight of your breasts inside that bandeau embroidered bra did to him ? Did you knew the matching embroidered and cut out knickers had his cock dripping precum on his pants like a fucking teenager in heat ?

-" That's... Too damn hot. You drive me insane ".

You bit your lower lip and smiled, pulling him by the collar into a kiss as his knees sunk on each side of the mattress. You felt butterflies in your stomach when his hands came to meet your hips, bringing you closer to him.

His fingers dug into your skin, yours gripped his shirt which you pulled over his head, revealing his muscular torso, and you ran your hand over his left pectoral, where you felt his heart pump at a frantic pace. His skin was hot, almost burning, but you wanted to burn even more, to feel it even more.

-" If you ever want to stop, at any moment-"

-" I will tell you " you promised, he leaned in to give you another kiss on your lips, you smiled in that one and pulled away. " It's not like you scare me or anything, after all ".

The corners of his mouth tug in a smirk, his eyebrows raised, you nodded again, smiling.

-" Don't let your mouth get you into something that little pussy can't handle".

His horse voice send butterflies to your belly, without breaking the eye contact, he lowered himself to lick a stripe along your neck, the feeling making you shiver to the spine and pull him closer to you.

-" you have no idea what this pussy can handle ".

-" Hm, then what about you show daddy what his baby girl's pussy can handle ?"

You startled as his hands started sliding your panties down, the cold air hitting against your intimate parts and making you shiver, his eyes drank on the sight and he licked his lips, then peered back at your face.

-" I... You, I mean-"

Draken snorted and switched both your positions, therefore you found yourself now on top of him, as he lied down on the mattress.

-" C'mon, don't be shy now. C'mere and sit on my face ".

You were the most adorable, when your eyes widened, your lips parted from surprise, and that know-it-all expression faltered.

-" sit on your what ?"

Draken's frowned, then quickly, his mind registered everything and his eyes widened, his hands gripped your bare ass tighter, making you whimper.

-" Damn, seriously ?" A virgin, untouched beauty, his to claim, to take, you indeed gave him all of you. " Oh fuck, You're killing me"

His big hands directed you toward his face, ignoring your protests and pressed you against it, he let you fidget as much as you wanted, he was too busy inhaling your natural scent to even care.

-" Hey you " he smirked and brushed his nose against your clit, you immediately cursed and gripped his hair, starting to feel your cunt heating.

His calloused fingertips as a paintbrush traced every curve of your body, like an artist painting his best creation, hands gripping onto you like a musician gripping his guitare, while you orchestrated the softest sounds that could sing their way through your voice into his ears.

You were already dripping for him when he came to collect his due, goosebumps like braille as he swallowed your clit and made your eyes roll from pleasure. He alternates by teasing your folds, making vertical back and forth on it with his tongue until he curled that one inside of you and you let out a scream.

-" Can't believe " he mumbled against your insides, you moaned even more because of his voice vibrating through you. " This tight, this wet, and jus' f'me ".

-" Only you " you nodded fervently, eyes rolling back as he kept making orchestral manoeuvres. Your ashen skin glistens, moonlit and each curve of you like dunes led his parched lips to your oasis, where flowers blossoms and your sweet nectar flowed to quench his thirst.

Your taste, scent, view on top of him, soft thighs skin against his fingers, everything was too overwhelming, too good, he could have came untouched just because of it. Supporting your body on his face with one hand, the other flew to his underwear where he stroke his member two or three times, groaning while fucking his hand.

Feeling your high close, you whined and started moving yourself shyly against his face, his hand left his crotch to help you with it.

-" t's okay,m'pretty girl can ride my face 'til she's dripping cum ".

You didn't even needed more than Draken's deep voice, you started getting off against his mouth, quickly reaching your high and crying out on top of him, creaming in his mouth, he didn't let a single drop go to waste.

And you barely had enough time to come down from your first high that he already had you pinned against the mattress again, on top of you,and started playing with your tits after undoing your bra. He worshipped your body like he never did with anything else, you were too good, too pretty, you deserved way more than the attention he was giving to your chest.

-" Ken... 's a lot, need you inside " you breathed loudly, rubbing your thighs together and that meer sight made his cock twitch between his legs. He leaned to place a kiss on your lips, at the same time his hands parted your legs open, making a space for himself between them and lining his tip with your entrance.

He rubbed his leaking tip against your folds, you clenched around nothing making him moan your name while grabbing your hips.

It was slowly turning him crazy, how huge he was and how tight you were.

-" felt that, pretty girl ? No one but you can make daddy feel this way ".

You were too eager to even answer, he understood it, and soon, he couldn't wait no longer, started pushing himself inside you.

And God were you tight, God did he felt loved, being hugged that way.

-" Damn. This. I wanna die inside this pussy "

But he had to control himself, and he started peppering kisses all over your face, chest, and neck while you clung on his shoulders and breathed heavily. The sensation was not really painful, it was just kind of uncomfortable, and it tingled.

-" Did that hurt, love ? Want daddy to make ya feel better ?" Concern was audible through his deep contained voice, he was containing himself for you. You nodded, and his thumb flew to your clit, starting to draw circles over it which eventually made the stretch easier to take.

-" Shhhh, that's it, relax. M'baby is in safe hands ".

And you felt it, as strong as he was, you knew he was strong for you and not against you.

Draken found that sight addictive, the contrast, your soft skin against his rough one, your small body caged between his big arms and under his giant body, so cute, he couldn't help but think, staring at your half-lidded eyes and swollen lips letting out whimpers of pleasure.

-" Move, I got this... Handled"

He scoffed, because even in your most vulnerable state, you tried being cocky. You were really made to be loved by him.

The tingling sensation started to fade away, therefore he started pushing himself deeper and pulling out slowly, moaning in unison with you. He couldn't believe, he was making one with you, finally, after all the doubts and the insecurities, you let him inside your most private parts.

-" Goddamn, you feel amazing ". He praised, you furrowed your eyebrows and bit your lip, begining to move yourself against him as well, the building up pleasure was exquisite.

-" Can my pretty girl take all of me ? Yeah, you can and you will ".

He placed your legs on his shoulders suddenly, begining to push even deeper until reaching a point that had you rolling your eyes and clenching around him, which in his turn got him panting heavily.

-" Fuck, look how good you take it ... "

And you saw it, you finally caught the hidden part of Ken Ryuguji.

With every thrust, he was introducing you to his spirit animal; unreserved and untamed. He was showing you his most basic instincts, those who don't care who could hear your moans and his growls. He was being himself around you, unfiltered and off leash.

Yes, he was simply answering nature's call.

The finish was sublime.

Watching you as you rumbled, shaking to your bones, he felt strangled by the constriction of your vagina around him, and the exquisite pain that his pulsating member caused inside you. Your image thus, below him and completely hypnotized by your sensations only accelerated his arrival.

He looked intensely at you, while you were releasing your nectar for the second time that night, holding into his arms like you were afraid to levitate if you did not.

Few thrusts after, he came with a strained groan, as he filled you with his poison and heat spread between your legs, fully satisfied and nearly flying from the addictive sensation of being inside of you.

He nuzzled the crook of your neck and your arms surrounded him while your hands came to caress his hair, hugging each other out of the world. And for once, the silence wasn't heavy, incomplete. It was comfortable, pleasant, he was breathing you in, you were embracing him.

-" I meant it " he started, earning a curious look from you as you two came slowly down from your high. " When I said I'd bleed my heart out for you, I will. Now I'm about t'give ya my all, so don't you dare letting me down. "

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haikyuu; - french girls | kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader - if only life was different | atsumu miya x gn!reader - my whole world | suna rintarō x gn!reader - knight in shining armor | kiyoko shimizu x gn!reader - wholly and undeniably | osamu miya x gn!reader - mistaken treasures | suna rintarō x gn!reader - out of my league | atsumu miya x gn!reader - an interviewer’s somewhat relevant past love life | osamu miya x fem!reader - piece of shi- | tooru oikawa x fem!reader - an unlikely duo pt. 1 | suna rintarō x fem!reader - sparks between you pt. 2 | suna rintarō x fem!reader - your missing sign pt. 3 | suna rintarō x fem!reader - ogling over onigiri | osamu miya x fem!reader - engine trouble | kiyoko shimizu x gn!reader - a history worthy of secrets | osamu miya x gn!reader - the history teacher | atsumu miya x fem!reader - a diner non-date | osamu miya x fem!reader - long time no see | kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader - back of the truck | suna rintarō x gn!reader

marvel; - web boy | mcu!peter parker x gn!reader - you vs spiderman | tasm!peter parker x fem!reader - shadowed mystery | matt murdock x gn!reader - not until now | bucky barnes x fem!reader - saved by the scream | tasm!peter parker x gn!reader - an old life | steve rogers x gn!reader - a little fate | ps4!peter parker x gn!reader - for breakfast and for you | steve rogers x gn!reader - a dark roast darling | bucky barnes x fem!reader - love and lockets | tasm!peter parker x fem!reader - raincheck | daniel sousa x fem!reader - i won’t hurt you | matt murdock x fem!reader

criminal minds; - little lamb | spencer reid x fem!reader - smooth moves | spencer reid x fem!reader - taste better than dinner | emily prentiss x gn!reader - beekeeper of my heart | spencer reid x fem!reader - old souls meet | spencer reid x fem!reader - mr. and mrs. claus | spencer reid x fem!reader - the stars shine brightest | spencer reid x fem!reader

the maze runner; - everybody loves somebody sometime | minho x thomas - seashell pick me up | minho x thomas - memories to be made (part 1) | minho x newt - memories to be held (part 2) | minho x newt - haunted house frights | minho x thomas - hold on, for me | thomas x teresa

miscellaneous; - casanova captain | bradley bradshaw x fem!reader - puppy dog eyes | joel miller x gn!reader - picnic whispers | clark x lois

#haikyuu #marvel #criminal minds #the maze runner #my adventures with superman #the last of us

[pact-if]

PACT - IF

DEMO(TBA)

You're finally doing it. You're finally setting out on your Quest, as is tradition. Though it's been a few years since you technically came of age, this rite of passage will settle it into tradition. The trip has been postponed long enough, and you won't let anything distract you!

Until, of course, you come across a strange creature unlike anything you've seen before. And, somehow, bind your souls together.

A soul bond, a pact, can't just be undone. They can fade, sure, but they're never broken. A pact blends the magic, emotion, and even physical traits of its members. Along with adjusting to the webs that now grow between your fingers, there's a pull in your chest you know is from the creature. It wants you to follow it.

What else can you do?

PACT is a light fantasy IF Game focusing on found family and love of all kinds. Design your character (including name, gender/pronouns, and magic specialty) and explore the bonds that form between life, for the smallest of reasons. The only major warning right now is attempted violence against (fantastical) animals.

ROs:

THE RESEARCHER: Vyn (nb, they/them)

A scatterbrained researcher and magizooligist, who is fascinated to see a creature even they don't recognize. Excitable and incredibly driven by their unending curiosity, Vyn insists on tagging along on your journey. They're incredibly smart, and have been offered multiple positions at various prestigious institutes... that they've turned down in favor of spending their time staring at bugs.

(Vyn is aromantic. They can be "romanced," but not in a traditional sense. You can be friends, queerplatonic partners, or romantic partners. In a romantic route, Vyn is still aro! They're not going to engage with this relationship like an allo person would.)

THE ACADEMIC: Lyra (f, she/her)

Most don't know the powerful Augusti family has a daughter. This is deliberate. Lyra was born with little magical energy, a stark difference from her family, and has been sheltered and kept a secret since birth, both for her "protection" and protection of the Augusti legacy. Lyra is late starting her Quest like you, and believes it to be just what she needs to throw off her family name for good and be known as the scholar of magical theory she truly is. Lyra is gentle and warm, though when her field of study is involved she can be a bit overly persistent.

THE ARTIFICER: Aster (m, he/him)

An engineer specializing in integrating technology and magic. The only thing Aster loves more than machines is his Phoenix companion, but even then the race is tight. He's extroverted, easily bored, and prone to ignoring his own needs in favor of his latest project.

THE GUARDIAN: Eilivur (f, she/her)

Born with enough magical energy to make her glow in the dark, but preferring a greatsword, Eilivur found the life of a knight far too restricting for her. Instead, she protects the places that often fall through the cracks. Her very presence is intimidating enough to ward off crime, but the locals know she's the one to turn to when they need food, muscle, or just a soldier to cry on. Ei isn't the most open of people, but she's a steady presence for those who need her.

THE GUIDE: Jae (nb, xe/xem)

Parents tell their children stories of an old witch in the woods who will eat them if they get lost. This couldn't be further from the truth. The witch just lives in the woods, isn't even that old, and prefers to put children to sleep before begrudgingly depositing them back in familiar territory. Xir life may seem very solitary, but xe takes pride in their role, guiding unsure travelers home. If people find xem off-putting... well, that's not xir problem.

THE HUNTER: Luca (f/m, she/he. player selectable)

Bounty hunting is a lucrative occupation, and your new pactmate has quite the price on its head. Cold, quick, and willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done... except when they appear to falter.

#interactive fiction #if #if intro #if game #twine #twine game #pact if #(incredibly nervous posting this. well first time for everything)

[charlieslowartsies]

Hey, so I'm not sure if someone has asked you yet, but I'm fascinated by how you use the Cybertronian language in your transformers fics. How does it work exactly?

This got long, and I’m sorry as always. Thank Primus for read mores.

For starters when I FIRST began working on Resonance and realized I wanted to try putting Cybertronian into it, I read the wiki page, more specifically the opening paragraph:

It should be little surprise, given a moment's thought, that distinct Cybertronian languages exist. The Transformers did not go about speaking English or any other known Earth language long ages ago on their distant metal world. Though the records of such conversations are frequently translated for us, we should not forget that these conversations originally flowed in odd electronic syllables past strange metallic lips, or were etched by alien hands long eons before the first humans painted muddy shapes upon dark cave stone.

‘Fuck.’ Was my first thought. ‘I’m about to try and work an ancient language into this damn fic about a human and an alien robot boning/becoming soul mates…and I want it to be believable.’

‘College linguistics comes back to haunt me.’ Was my second.

So I’ve mashed several continuities together, from the comics to the tv show to the Bay/Knight movies. That sort of gave me a big door way to wedge information through, winding it around plot, and Cade and Prime’s interactions. There’s also more than one alphabet, because of course there is.

I wanted Cade and the Reader to bond as much as Cade and Prime did learning, and Prime teaching him/us. While Cade’s spent a handful of years with the 2.0 team, any lessons would be sort of like Cybertronian 101, rough and dirty. I didn’t want him fluent, (because how?) and reliant on the bots to explain more than they assumed. (Taken shamelessly from my own background. My mom and Uncle speak fluent Spanish but I know broken bits and pieces. I can swear like a sailor though.)

I also leaned into sticking to verbal lessons and displays of the language in action, instead of ‘Cade read a book’ which I think helped make it more…interesting? Hopefully!

Things, phrases, and manners of speaking Cade would be interested in just to help him survive among the bots. The word for ‘I’m a medic, don’t shoot my ass, I can help you!’ is kinda more important than names for Cybertron’s dead Primes or famous landscapes/battles.

Cade can speak Cybertronian better than he can read it, and indeed in Resonance the language is dying among its own kind, sort of like in Atlantis: The Lost Empire. (Not as degraded/gone though.) A younger mech that hatched off Cybertron and grew up amongst the stars only knows what they’ve heard/read or if an older mech transferred the language to them.

I decided to lean into Transformer’s physiology and history and create a few rules to stick to. Here’s a few from my notes, subject to have changed but I don’t think I contradicted them??

1. Transformers do not have a word or specific phrase for ‘please’ in Cybertronian. Instead of ‘Please do/give/take/etc X’ it would simply be removed from the vernacular. You don’t really ask a lot, you demand/take/coerce/threaten.

2. Yes is ‘Affirmative’ and no is ‘Negative’ and used more frequently than yes/no in reply to someone.

4. Short, stilted, and cutting phrases should make up the language when being translated into English. Blunt, but inseparable.

5. Delicate, kind, or sweet terms when being soft or gentle with a treasured person, such as an offspring, friend or mate. Long, lyrical, almost poetic??

6. Repetition to increase intention. “This is very good!” becomes “Good-good-good!” and perhaps engines might be made to purr a little to indicate pleasure/enjoyment/contentment, or optics would be squeezed shut for trust blinks like cats lol!

7. Nonverbal vocalizations slip in and out around Cybertronian as much as English. Static might come across grating to us, but static to a Transformer could mean confusion, alarm, or merely mumbling to oneself. It might not indicate stress—humans hear static and would be troubled, but a mech might be confused if a human heard their staticy sounds and assumed something was wrong. (Reversal, soft and wet sounds are jarring and foreign to Transformers, or usually mean something malfunctioning to them. Whistling from our lips is a great trick, they would think.) Steam whistles, and metal whistles but organic creatures making the noise? Woah!

8. There ARE other dialects but not gunna parse into them deeply or I’ll go nuts and the fic will derail. EX: Vosian (Vos) Vilocitronian (Vilocitron), Kaonic (Kaon) etc. Combatron is a colony thank god,can get away with it dominantly Cybertronian if I need it.

9. Look into Dragon Langauge/Thu’um and study.

10. Cade and Prime are ‘You-and-I’ when talking to one another, their special designation for each other. ‘They-Who-Are-One’ means the same but used by third parties. Prime also uses ‘Light-of-my-Spark’ or Sparklight, and ‘Cade-Beloved’  

Those are old notes, dating back from Res’ early chapters in 2019.

Part of what helped me picture how I wanted the language to work was translating bot’s names into what I imagined their ‘true’ designations would be. It became kind of fun, actually. Especially seeing how short names could turn into long, almost lyrical titles. I wanted Cybertronian to sound harsh, heavy, and grating to humans in the fic, but also at its heart be flowing, connected and ever changing like the bot’s themselves.

Some were self explanatory to their ‘English’ version, some more esoteric. Starscream became ‘Screams-Like-Dying-Starlight.’ Terrifying but it paints a picture of what he does, what kind of fight he will give you, etc. As did ‘In-His-Crosshairs’ or ‘Drifts-Through-Darkest-Skies.’ Saying that 'Crosshairs and 'Drift' were what they were called on English seemed like a good way to show that we, as humans, are the aliens to them as much as they're alien to us?

Optimus Prime had other titles that both worked as nicknames or insults, depending on who said it their inflection. ‘He-Who-Reigns-War’ was meant to be heartbreaking as it was, well, kinda true. He doesn’t like it, Cade doesn’t like it. Many Autobots won’t use it.

Because I don’t study linguistics/zero time to study as much as I’d like, I have to absolutely work on rules and tweak them on the fly. I try to stick their speech being present, more than temporary.

‘Did you get hurt?’ would become ‘Hurting?’ and ‘I don’t like this at all, this is scary!’ becomes ‘Do-Not-Like! Scared!’

I wanted the Cybertronian dialect in Resonance to be emotive and rich in gestures, and firm statements. Abstract but ‘in the moment’ and very much still reliant on body language and tone versus tons of explanations or verbal hypothetical’s. There are noises and sounds humans cannot pronounce in this language, but there are work arounds within reason and, of course, a Cybertronian listening a human speak any Earth language can engage almost within minutes through learning and copying.  

I hope this answered your question DX Sorry for the rambling!! If you read this far 200 cookies for youuuu

#resonance #barn husbands #cybertronian #tf #optimus prime

[gethoce]

Gethoce Main Kirby OC Summary Post ~

"All part of the plan."

Name: Heiadoze

Pronouns: She/Her

Species: Noddy

Age: Super Adult, Halcandra's Silver Age

Morals: Chaotic Neutral

Locations: GSA Headquarters, Necromancer's bedroom

Abilities: Sleep, Dream Magic

Allies: GSA, All Noddies

Reference

Known not only for her mastery of the sleep ability and her immensely powerful dream magic, but also for being the mother of Galacta Knight. She allies herself with pretty much anyone she considers fun, morals entirely disregarded. Those who are actively unfun or harm noddies she does not tolerate. She is always on the lookout for potential ways to help her new fun overlord, the Necromancer.

"NO FIGHTING ON MY TRAIN!!!"

Name: Blood Knight / Pitchion

Pronouns: He/They

Species: Darksoul Matterborn

Age: Super Adult, Halcandra's Golden Age

Morals: Chaotic Good

Location: Underworld, Gatteka Dark Room

Abilities: Water, Dark Magic

Allies: Skull Gang, Reaper Butterflies, Meta-Knights

References: Here and Here

A train engineer responsible for travel between the Underworld and the overworld who occasionally visits Dark Rooms as well. Ever since he endured near-fatal injuries floating in Another Dimension he suffers from chronic pain issues and fears the stars. Despite appearing to be rather sinister, he tends to be very easy-going.

"Let's never talk about this again."

Name: Xandos

Pronouns: He/Him

Species: Halcandran

Age: Adult, Halcandra's Golden Age

Morals: True Neutral

Location: Planet Silverstar

Abilities: Soul Magic, Zap Magic

Allies: Meta-Knights, Squeak Squad

Reference

The Halcandran who was once responsible for the enchantments of the Master Crown has fled forward in time to hide on a planet called Silverstar and took the puffball with him who later became known as Meta Knight. Today he sells enchanted items on the black market while keeping his past a secret, even to the puffball he raised.

"You will always be my baby bat."

Name: Melem

Pronouns: She/Her

Species: Halcandran

Age: Adult, Halcandra's Golden Age

Morals: Neutral Good

Location: Galaxia

Abilities: Dark Magic, Dream Magic, Blizzard Magic

Allies: Star Allies, GSA

Reference

Xandos' sister who was the one in charge of the enchantments of the Master Sword. She willingly transferred her own consciousness into the sword to keep its powers safe after a tragic accident took the life of the swords smith, her best friend Garlude. From within the sword she can still communicate with those who wield it, giving them advice wherever she can, however she is awfully quiet when asked about the past.

"I can’t believe I’m doing this…"

Name: Eon-Eon Dutch

Pronouns: Any/All

Species: Dark Matterborn

Age: Super Adult, Halcandra's Bronze Age

Morals: Lawful Evil

Location: Erim Dark Room, Nix Dark Room, Eon-Eon Territory

Abilities: Stone, Dark Magic, Dream Magic, Heart Magic

Allies: Clan Eon-Eon

Reference

A being that shepherds the darkness that threatens to swallow the stars away from the light to preserve it for as long as he lives. He is a warrior known for his immense patience, often mistaken for being a noble knight, yet he never fancied himself that kind of person. Dutch works for Clan Eon-Eon, which consists of only Dream Matterborn except for himself.

#Kirby OC #Heiadoze #Blood Knight #Pitchion #Xandos #Melem #Eon-Eon Dutch #Kirby #Kirby Series #Gethoce Kirby Art #Did these real quick to replace the post I made for takeover week #I have way more OCs and there is so much more info i could write but hey #it is long already #i once was very nervous about posting my OCs #and I still kinda am but I am no longer shaking lol

[lily-orchard]

There's been a lot of talk since it released about what kind of impact Baldur's Gate 3 will have on the industry, and the truth of the matter is that the answer is "None."

As much as some people want to believe that Larian can just change the tides like that, the reality is that Baldur's Gate 3 coming out to huge buggy success isn't a new thing, it's not a new concept the industry has to contend with.

We used to call it Mass Effect.

We used to call it Knights of the Old Republic.

We used to call it Baldur's Gate II.

BioWare used to make some of the most critically acclaimed games in the universe, and they didn't cause a shift in the industry. What actually happened was "BioWare RPG" became it's own niche that nobody else tried to do. RPGs were split into JRPGs (anime games with turn based or round based combat), Western RPGs (open world go anywhere games) and BioWare RPGs (character driven soap operas). And the first two of those were just way more common.

I guess since Dark Souls caused action games to all imitate it for a decade people think the same thing will happen with RPGs. But the truth is Action games had already been playing "Follow the Leader" for the longest time. Before Dark Souls they were all trying to be Devil May Cry and God of War.

And we've been down this road before. Pillars of Eternity and Divinity Original Sin didn't revive classic CRPGs, and Baldur's Gate 3 seems to owe it's success more to Critical Role than it's own merits as a game because it's the meme-ified version of a Forgotten Realms game.

And that above paragraph immediately tells you that if I can write BG3 off as a fluke, change-averse corporate executives most definitely will.

We've been here before. The Infinity Engine was supposed to take the world by storm, and it didn't. Baldur's Gate came out, then Icewind Dale, then Planescape Torment, and then it died.

[mitochondriaandbunnies]

The question was posed to the Vice Discord "what kind of Pokemon would Sonny have," and as it turns out, that was my sleeper phrase, and now I've been activated.

Sonny Crockett doesn't consider himself a Pokemon trainer, but the Pokemon of the Floriami region don't seem to agree with him on that. Regardless, it would be a stretch to argue that any of his Pokemon are "trained," and in the traditional sense, has not caught a single one of them.

His partner Pokemon is Krookodile, whose criminal reputation helps him keep his cover. In reality, Sonny rescued it from an unhappy life as a sports team mascot when it was a Sandile-- other than the unfortunate habit of smoking it picked up from its owner, it's a real softy. (…it's Elvis.)

Sonny and Flamigo-- who provides both surveillance and defense-- began as enemies. Flamigo used to kick holes in the St. Vitus' sails before Sonny helped it defend its extended Flamigo family from poachers, after which it refused to leave Sonny's side. Sonny will not admit that he and Flamigo have exactly the same temperament. (Sonny is NBC's prettiest peacock, after all.)

Both Sandygast and Corsola crawled onto the St. Vitus one day and never left. Corsola helps with underwater repairs as well as tailing other boats, but would prefer to sunbathe. Sandygast enjoys lurking and consuming souls. (A sandcastle that eats souls seems like exactly the right friend for a cop in Miami. So many souls to eat. And I picked Corsola partially because under the wrong circumstances, it can become a doomed Cursola, and like. That's Sonny.)

Varoom used to race Sonny down the highway; when it learned what happened to the Daytona, it demanded Sonny catch it so it could protect the Testarossa from coming to similar harm. Sonny often finds it sleeping in the trunk. (I couldn't not give him the engine Pokemon)

Honedge followed Sonny home one night not long after he met Tubbs. Sonny chooses not to think too deeply on this. (Honedge represents his white knight tendencies. Also it's Pokedex entry mentions it being possessed by the soul of a previous owner… wonder who…)

#miami vice #pokemon #sonny crockett #krookodile #flamigo #sandygast #corsola #varoom #honedge #mitochondriart