#give midas a break challenge

[nataliasquote]

Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist! Alongside my work on Wattpad and AO3, you can find all my mini series and oneshots linked down below. I usually only write for Natasha Romanoff and occasionally Yelena Belova, but feel free to send in any requests. But no smut, I’m not comfortable with that :)

Natasha Romanoff | Series

[F = fluff, A = angst, H = hot af ]

⧗ Double the Trouble AU | WandaNat x daughter: [F] Natasha and Wanda have their work cut out raising twin girls. But despite the struggles and the arguments, there is nothing that would break the bond this family has created

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

Canon oneshots:

A Day Out: [F] summer and sunshine calls for family trips out. To the zoo, naturally[2.9k words]

Groceries: [F] Natasha volunteers to do the weekly shop. Mundane, perhaps, but with two babies, things are never smooth sailing [1.4k words]

Cuddles: [F] a tipsy Y/n only wants one thing when she comes home from a party- Natasha’s hugs. And who is Natasha to refuse cuddles from her teenagers? [800 words]

New Families: [F] Natasha was content keeping her little family to herself. But Yelena and Melina weren’t. Which is how the family of four find themselves in Ohio, resurfacing memories for Natasha and challenging the three year olds in a whole new environment. Isla loves it, Y/n… not so much [4.4k words]

Yelena’s Day: [F] it’s finally Yelena’s turn to babysit the twins… a big responsibility for a usually messy Russian. [4.3k words]

⧗ My Songbird AU | Natasha x Willow (O!C): It’s the 70s. Final summer of high school. Why not spend it getting high, partying and sneaking off with your girlfriend in a town that is so disapproving of anything deviating from the norm.

Mood board | part 1 [F]

⧗ Back in Time | Winterwidow x daughter: Natasha and Bucky’s daughter seeks comfort in her Aunt Wanda as her parents go missing on a mission. She doesn’t ask for much, she only wants to see them again.

part 1 [F] | part 2 [A]

⧗ Midas Touch | Maid!Natasha: no amount of money will ever save a broken marriage or a broken woman. But maybe the right person can turn everything she touches into gold and this time won’t be cursed to break everything she cares about.

part 1 [F + A] | part 2 [F + A]

Natasha Romanoff | Oneshots

⧗ Promises: [A] Natasha and Anastasia didn’t know love… not until they found it in each other. But the Red Room was cold, in more ways than one [2.6k words]

⧗ Ghost of You: [F + A] Learning to move on after Natasha’s sacrifice is the hardest thing in the world [3.2k words]

⧗ Lost in the Fire | f1 AU: [A] A horrific crash tests Natasha’s nerves to the limit as she has no choice but to sit back and watch from the garage. Her girlfriend and her sister push themselves for that all important win. [4.5k words]

⧗ I Will Rescue You | natasha romanoff x adopted daughter reader: [F + A] An alert from the Red Room sends Natasha, Yelena and Bucky on a last minute mission. But what they find is far from expected… [3.7k words]

⧗ Can’t You See This is Breaking Me: [A] Natasha isn’t quite ready to give her entire life for the woman she loves [5.2k words]

⧗ Tattoos For Troubled Minds: [F] Natasha struggles to trust anyone when it comes to touching her body. But that becomes rather difficult when a tattoo idea comes into her mind that she just can’t shake [3.6k words]

⧗ Midnight: [A] Natasha has never learned how to rest, and at midnight is where she is most vulnerable [1.1k words]

⧗ I Know What You Are: [A] The bane of Natasha’s existence had finally slipped up but when sent to eliminate her, feeling get in the way far too easily. [5.9k words]

⧗ Mustang | cowgirl Nat AU: [H] The mayor’s daughter. A bounty hunter. One has freedom, the other does not. But will one fleeting night be enough to convince Natasha to leave everything she’s ever known behind? [4.3k words]

⧗ Is It All For Nothing?: [A] You just want a friend. Is that so bad? How is it fair that everyone else gets one but you. What did you do that was so wrong? [1.3k words]

⧗ Welcome To My Head At Midnight | song fic: [A] Natasha Romanoff is her own worst enemy and maybe this fight isn’t one she’s so sure she can win. [2k words]

Yelena Belova | Oneshots

⧗ For Her: [F + A] Yelena tries to find the balance between spending christmas with her girl and tracking down Clint Barton… [1.7k words]

#double the trouble au #natasha romanoff #fanfic #marvel #kaya speaks!

[bandagegirl]

Cheese eel lore when?

First and foremost, Fortuna isn't real in the game. If you go to Midas' Cave, even on a friday, she will Not be there. I'm saying this because people keep thinking Fortuna is a real character in the game but she's not. Also, i cant do read mores without everything breaking, so i apologize for the wall of text.

Fortuna is the Golden Goddess of Luck, Wishes and Riches. Commonly called Lady Luck by most people, Miss Fortuna by Midas out of respect and nicknamed Tuna by various people. Fortuna is an OLD goddess, in her own words, she's old enough to remember the flow of time being a mere creak. For most of her life, she was traveling all over, spreading luck, granting wishes and adding things to her collections. But unlike many gods, Fortuna typically didn't make a big show out of her appearances, hiding away in caves and wells due to simply not liking being around many people for long times and being a Gigantic Golden Eel Goddess kinda draws a lot of attention. Fortuna is autistic and very, very large, made out gold thats always kinda soft and melty but never actually dropping off of her.

Many Gods herd their followers with a watchful eye, stricking fear into their hearts to keep them compliant, but not Fortuna. Fortuna believes in being kind and caring to everyone, giving safety to even the most dangerous of gods if they ask for shelter. Yes, it definitely has bitten her in the tail quite a few times but that doesnt stop her from being kind, from granting wishes to mortals and gods alike. The only exceptions would be wishes relating to herself such as love proposals and negative wishes such as self harm and death. Fortuna has no interest in romance and romantic relations and the last time she fulfilled a large amount of negative wishes, it birthed a god of bad luck and fears.

Over her many travels, Fortuna has amassed a large collection of various artifacts. some were won in games and fights against powerful individuals, others are objects of mass destruction and thus kept away from the world, others are bodyparts and full creatures preserved in jars for various reasons, others are gifts, offerings and sacrifices given to Fortuna, all cherished and well remembered over the eons. The most important part of her collection is her graveyard of golden statues. Each statue has been crafted by the goddess herself using purest of gold and the remains of the individual. Most statues are of other gods that have crossed her path and met their end for various reasons. Some statues are of mortals for the very same reasons. Fortuna treats mortals and gods with equal kindness and respect, even in death. Gods are usually only remembered in their long lives, the moment they die, mortals move on and forget their gods. But as an ancient goddess, Fortuna honours the death of each and every god and mortal in her golden graveyard because no one else is there to remember them. If she ever shows you her collection, you are bound to have her infodump for hours and hours about each piece with loving detail. Fortuna calls people (my) dear and dearest.

If challenged to a fight, Fortuna will either play more than seriously fight, allowing you to survive, or she goes for a quick kill, biting her opponent with her powerful flat teeth. She can extend smaller versions of herself from her mouth like a Xenomorph for better biting. Despite her ability to draw out a large amount of hands from all over her long body, she doesnt use any weapons. Being Luck in person, Fortuna doesn't lose. She can easily heal her own wounds with gold in her cave.

Fortuna has two relatives. Her little sister Paidia, Goddess of Gambling and Addiction, co-creator of games of chance such as knucklebones. Paidia lived for many years together with Fortuna in what later became the lands of the Old Faith, statues of her hidden all over, but she decided to leave long before the bishops ever came into being. While Paidia built her own grand city akin to Las Vegas called Schatzstadt, bright and full of addicting fun times, many beliefs that used to belong to her were slowly attributed to her older sister Fortuna such as the creation of games of chance. But neither mind much, the two sisters are on very good terms, calling eachother Payday and Tuna affectionately despite having not had contact since going seperate ways. Paidia is a huge flirt, commonly seducing mortals for her own amusement. Paidia fucks, ok. Someone in the family had to. Similar to Fortuna, Paidia collects pictures of interesting visitors, be it other gods, powerful and important mortals, successful players of her games or simply just a charming guest. If you manage to beat or impress her, you may make a request. She's not a wish granter like Fortuna but Paidia has her ways of getting what she wants and needs. Information is her specialty but she loves to gamble with it. Tell her something new and she might share small info bits that you need. Be glad to leave her city with a vague description of Fortuna's whereabouts, the fact you're leaving at all speaks for itself. Paidia gives people many flirty nicknames, many of which are food themed (sugartits, hunk of meat, full course seafood platter).

Fortuna has a son, born from a time where people wished for horrible things. For a storm to destroy the school because they're afraid of failing a test. For someone to get injured as petty revenge. For death. All these negative wishes came in such high amounts, they made Fortuna horribly sick. When Fortuna threw up a large mass of pitch, she started losing consciousness. and in those moments, the pile of pitch rose, spread wings and flew away. That is Gustav Mandela Angel Pechvogel, God of Bad Luck and Fears. While he shares Fortuna's deep brown eyes, his smile is fake and simply just how his lower beak looks like. Gustav, just like his mother, travels the world, spreading bad luck wherever he goes. He played part in many disasters, especially if it involves people of power. Gustav firmly believes that his mother doesnt care about him, so he tries to suck up to anyone while completely wrecking them with fears and stress and anxiety, possibly projecting his own insecurities onto the individual while manipulating them. Gustav enjoys watching the explosion but will leave shortly after, not wanting to be caught in the aftermath. Fortuna isnt aware of Gustav's existence. He calls people Darling.

As long as someone wishes for it, Fortuna can do it. Not even bringing people back from the dead is impossible, but a full body or even just bodyparts nake it easier. Any missing parts will be replaced with gold. Objects given by Fortuna are blessed to work beyond hood, a soup laddle always serving enough for everyone, a sword never missing its needed target, an unbreakable shield that protects frm everything. On the occasion someone wishes for a child, that child will bear Fortuna's brown eyes and a large smile. The children of those children will have brighter eyes with every generation until they have bright golden eyes. Fortuna typically blesses people and objects by licking them due to not being really able kiss.

When the bishops came to the lands Fortuna had her mainstay in, she decided to stay and hide away while many other gods tried to challenge the bishops to no avail. While many gods died or left the lands, many were too weak to flee and didnt wish to die, so Fortuna offered them all shelter in her gold filled cave and her beloved wishing well. As time went on, the few followers she shared with the other gods slowly dwindled into nothing, leaving them all with no devotion. Fortuna stayed strong thanks to her gold healing and strengthening her, and people were still making wishes all over the world, but that didn't stop some of the other gods from going into a deep sleep they will never wake up from.

One day, a starfish with golden eyes stumbled into the cave. Banished from Anchordeep for daring to steal from the bishop of plagues, the starfish throws a wish into the well. Fortuna whispers to him to return to the beach, where he will find treasures in a wrecked ship. If he decides to bring those treasures back into the cave, he will receive far more than any ship or squid could ever carry. And so, the starfish returns, sharing the treasures with his new gods. Placing a crown from the ship wreck treasure on his head, the Golden Goddess renames the starfish Midas. The nameless Minor God of Health binds Midas' life to the gods, granting him immortality as long as he doesnt fall in a fight. In return, the gods gain a devoted follower that will take care of them until they all are freed. Until the bishops are dead. Midas is taught by Fortuna to be kind and caring to all no natter what, which blooms well in the starfish.

Rumors spread throughout Silk Cradle, of gods hiding away in the Cave of Midas. The bishop of war searches for the cave to prove these rumors wrong. Midas shoves Shamura into the well and a godly bloodbath happens. Some gods die or are badly and Shamura barely manages to escape the well and cave, yet they decide to come back. At first, their goal is to get rid of those gods but over time, the bloodlust makes way for conversations. During their many fights, Fortuna kept talking to Shamura, not taking it seriously and playing with the small crown bearer. Offering to heal the spider so that no one grows suspicious, Shamura gets to talking with Fortuna and Midas over tea. Conversations the god of war needed but couldn't have with their siblings.

Over time, the spider and the eel grow close in ways neither could describe and it scares the other gods. Fearing Fortuna would betray them and throw them all to their death at the bishop's claws, they plead to Midas to do something. A plan is created, each and every god is sealed in the wishing well as Fortuna sleeps to their own protection, the seal breaking only when the bishops all have died. Midas isnt good with magic, hurting himself during the sealing while Fortuna asks him to take good care of himself. The starfish awakens next to a gold filled well with the spider bishop overlooking him, their head wrapped in bandages. Shamura stops visiting the cave soon after, Midas isnt why they kept visiting.

#asks #cult of the lamb oc #cult of the lamb #midas #fortuna #paidia goddess of gambling and addiction #gustav mandela angel pechvogel

[motionadult1]

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[sunskate]

I'm excited for Hannah and Ye and the Mrazeks senioring up. And for someone to rise and break up the over 30 podium club

yesss to L/Q and MM - i wonder who has the steam to challenge C/B or Piper and Paul and G/F going into Montreal Worlds if they all stay healthy. I'd love to see Lolo and Nik get on the podium (i know they're over 30 too, but still). it seems like the bigger moves are going to be teams fighting for the lower half of the top 10. hoping LaLa and HB and CPom come out with killer programs

i'm curious if F/G have hit a wall, if they have the ability to rise further or if they need to wait like C/B did. And Gr/Pa - will MIDA do better by them in year 2, program-wise - if they take more ownership over their material and come up with something special, i wonder if they can overtake HB

US ice dance feels like you have CB, then HB and Gr/Pa, CPom have to push to get into that conversation. and Z/K is in that mix- will be interesting if their Benoit programs give them something fresh

then Bratti/Somerville, Pate/Bye, the Browns, Flores/Desyatov, McNamara/Spiridonov, and maybe Wolfkostin/Tsarevski where it could flip flop a lot

#forgot about cesanek yehorov #are they coming back

[instantprofitplr]

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[fishermentales]

Your Musical Theme

The musical theme that I chose was "Gold" with every song in my playlist touching on this theme in some way, and all of them having it in their title in some form. (Fidelio is meant to be more specifically Fidelio, Op. 72, Act 1: Hat man nicht auch Gold beineben, but I couldn't find that version on Spotify.) I tried to include songs from as many different genres as I could, which was an interesting challenge as I don't typically listen to music from that many genres. I chose this theme rather spontaneously, looking through a list of songs I enjoyed and finding one and building the theme and playlist around that one song. I landed on 24k Magic and the theme of Gold to give myself a challenge and because I found it interesting and a theme that can be interpreted in various ways.

The first song included in my playlist is 24k Magic, by Bruno Mars. It is a pop song, with funk, disco and R&B influences. The song is very upbeat, designed to be catchy and uplifting. The start of the song is very slow and robotic, creating a large contrast between the rest of the song after the beat drop, which quickly becomes catchy and uplifting for the rest of the piece. There are some slight crescendos and buildups in the music to drop the beat again, but the song never ever gets close to the drastic slowness it has at the beginning of the piece.

The second song included in my playlist is Gold, by Imagine Dragons. This song is a rock song and I find its lyrics to be the most compelling part of it. It tells a story of someone where everything they touch turns to gold, similar to the story of Midas, and the consequences that come along with that. I find this interesting and a unique interpretation of the gold theme, especially compared to 24k Magic which was just rather upbeat and didn't reflect upon the object of gold very much. The way the music is arranged in Gold creates an interesting storytelling dynamic, starting softer and building up, even with a climax like a full story, where the dynamic level shifts to be much softer, and carries a more sunken tone until it builds back up to the loudest point in the entire song, creating a cool effect.

Fidelio, Op. 72 is the third song included in my playlist and is a classical operatic piece by Beethoven. This song is the most compelling and unique in my playlist, a stark contrast from everything else. It contains extremely sophisticated opera singing and an amazing orchestra, creating impressive musical moments, far outdoing any other song on the playlist in my opinion. The piece is in Latin, and does little to contribute to the theme of gold besides its title, but I still find the music very pleasing.

The fourth song on my playlist is called All the Gold in California by The Gatlin Brothers. This song is very repetitive, repeating the same verse three times with only one break between them. Each time the verse is sung is widely different styles, redeeming the repetitiveness of the song. This song has a fairly simple meaning and relation to the theme, warning people who come to California trying to make it big, saying that "All the gold in California is in a Bank in the middle of Beverly Hills".

The fifth song on my playlist is Copper and Gold, by the Potsdamer Party. To be quite honest, this is a song I have never heard of before nor would I have normally heard of it, I simply came across it by searching Jazz songs with Gold in the title. However, I was pleasantly surprised by this song. To me, this song embodies the positive side of gold, almost like the color gold, a nice comforting, warm yellow. It feels like you've stepped into a relaxing hotel lobby or elevator with this song. None of the music is loud, oppressive or overwhelming, rather just a relaxing stream of jazzy tunes.

Gold Digger is the sixth and final song on my playlist, by Kanye West. it is a Hip Hop song, and with it comes a very compelling rhythm. They do this very cleverly by establishing the rhythm in the first few measures of the music, before continuing to repeating the first few lyrics in a more catchy and compelling way underneath the rest of Kayne's rapping throughout the rest of the song. This song ties into the theme by going back to the negative side of gold, discussing a girl who is more into relationships for "gold" or money rather than anything else.

[bumblefumbleandscream]

another fortnite hc bc yall like em! midas is asexual.

i dont know HOW yall can just go out and call him a twink like ?? his energy is so far from it i-

only time he may have the energy is like ?? shark moment ?? but other than that i am so baffled at how yall are like “aww midas.... twink boy... heart eyes...” not saying that i dont like that yall insist hes a twink lord, i just dont get it at all ?? 

BUT dominion? now HE has major twink energy. here for it bc i hc malice as lesbian >:)

give midas a break challenge yall just giving him too many bitches when really he just needs a cold glass of bourbon and a record from the 20s

#give midas a break challenge #midas #fortnite midas #midas fortnite #midas skin #fortnite #fortnite battle royale #fortnite chapter 2 season 2 #headcanon #ace midas rights!!!!!!!!!

[caspercryptid]

Well hello there

Can you tell me a story about Sky and Mel accidentally falling for each other? :'

(also I don't know if that pairing has a name but I call them Golden Youth ✨)

Hello! I hope this works <3 CWs: Lab accidents, little-a mention of sky crushing on jayce as well as viktor. It's the being surrounded by hot people. Someone help her. ____ Usually it was the boys’ fault when things exploded.

They had reached the point of just being the boys in Sky’s head, because she felt like...one of the boys, spending time with them. Despite the fact that she was their assistant, she felt like more often than not her job was less to assist and more to enable.

Strategically, granted. Cheerleading one of them at the wrong moment led to explosions, and broken glass, and Jayce offering to carry her out of the lab so she didn’t have to walk on glass to get out, which was....its own kind of harrowing. More so than the explosions. It was bad for her heart, and she had more than enough to deal with crushing on Viktor, she really didn’t need to feel any more messed up over Jayce and his puppydog smile. No ma’am. Not going down that route.

Truly, her life wasn’t difficult in any of the ways people expected it to be difficult. The science? The science wasn’t easy, but it was pleasantly challenging. Sure, she couldn’t keep up with Jayce and Viktor, but A. No one could and B. She didn’t have to. She assisted, she peer reviewed their experiments, made sure their results were replicable. It was important work, systematic, and it didn’t require her to come up with new ideas, which was an added bonus.

People tended to give her strange looks when she admitted that, and she smiled blankly and did not explain how many experiments go absolutely nowhere at all, how many months and years of her life she’d poured into statistical insignificance. Have you ever done science? She does not ask. Do you want to attempt to predict numbers that do absolutely nothing at all and then crunch them into a calculation that proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that they’re meaningless? Do you want the tiniest shift in result to determine if you get to eat this month? If the university takes you seriously? Do you want to hinge your entire livelihood on one guess and watch as people around you simply lie? Didn’t think so.

Anyway she doesn’t say any of that. She says it’s a privilege to work under such brilliant scientists, and it is, that’s true. Everything Jayce and Viktor touch turns to gold, and maybe that’s why she’s so desperately smitten. She wants some of that light. To be Midas-ed into her work... working.

It is truly admiration and not jealousy, especially because they make her life so much easier by association. They keep her days bright and interesting. And that’s the problem, because they are also.... Attractive. So very. Incredibly. Attractive.

It’s hell.

And then Jayce brings his girlfriend to the lab, and Sky breaks all the windows.

In fairness, the experiment had been unstable, and that was mostly Viktor’s fault. But he’d noticed it, had been saying something that was probably wait or hold steady, but then the most beautiful woman Sky had ever seen walked in the door of the lab through the door Jayce was holding open, and Sky.... dropped the ball. And also the hexcore.

It’s one of the new synthetic models, and they had been stress testing it, and it... does not entirely explode.

It does let out a wave of force powerful enough to knock both Viktor and Sky onto their asses, and while Jayce absolutely dives to catch Viktor before he hits the ground, Sky is left on her back on the tile, dazed and confused, the world blurry without her glasses. She flops out an arm, trying to find them, managing a tiny “Sorry, Viktor.” that’s answered by a mumbling of Zaunite that approximates to “Don’t worry about it” but translates more literally into “It’s not worth the fish.” She’s thinking vaguely about how idioms translate terribly– another sign she’s conked her head on the ground a little bit hard, when a gentle pair of hands set her glasses back on her nose, and Sky processes the fact that Mel Medarda is kneeling beside her, looking concerned. The gold clips in her hair catch the light behind her and give her a halo as she smiles at Sky.

“Are you alright?” She asks.

“I’m fine.” Sky squeaks. “Just. Fine.”

She is not fine. By the rate her heart is thundering, she may never be fine again.

Dammit.

#skymel #sky x mel #sky young #mel medarda #casper's haunted fic tag

[apiratewhopines]

Thanks again to @teamhook for the artwork and being the muse for this one! You wanted a movie fic and I did my best 🙂

Midnight

Chapter 7 — The Slipper

Summary: In which our heroine resets the clock

Chapter 7 on AO3 (That’s all folks!!)

“You’ll never know

How many dreams I dreamed about you”

-It’s Been a Long, Long Time, Bing Crosby

It was receiving the invitation to Arthur and Guinevere’s second wedding that did it. Emma’s fairy godfather stayed in touch after their weekend in the country, offering investment advice for her windfall and acting for all the world like her adopted brother. She knew he felt guilty for finding his happy ending at her expense. Despite her reassurances she messed up her chances hours before he came on the scene, maybe months if she were really honest.

Three months ago, she left the estate a little more scarred, a little less hopeful, and much more wealthy. She paid back the money stolen from Granny but couldn’t bring herself to buy a place in the city like she originally planned. Instead, she took the remainder and invested it per Arthur’s overbearing instruction. She doubled it in a week and tripled that figure by the end of the month.

She still wasn’t satisfied, though. Dreams of a certain blue-eyed man haunted her, his last words whispering through her mind like a mantra and a curse. So she found Neal’s trail again and spent the next couple of weeks looking for him in the shadows and muck. She found him mooching off his mother of all people.

All the hate, anger, and embarrassment she buried deeply at the end of their relationship dissipated the moment she saw him. Why had she given him so much real estate in her mind, allowed the ghost of him to rob her of her sanity and potential happiness?

It was with satisfaction at a job well done rather than his impeding downfall that she turned him over to the local authorities and headed back to the east coast.

By the time she arrived, she was richer and even more lonely.

She was listless and finding no reason to stay, Emma accepted Arthur’s latest proposition that she needed to see the world. Using his numerous estates as a guide, she flitted across the globe, experiencing all the world had to offer and looking. Always looking.

It took her longer than it should have to realize she wouldn’t find what she was missing in the new people she met or the natural wonders she explored. The whole time her mind and soul were calling out for a more familiar setting and a dearer face.

Lancelot was right. She was running scared, and the only thing it was going to get her was absolutely nothing.

The handsome, almost homewrecker had not attempted to reach out since their quiet conversation on the beach, but that didn’t mean she didn’t know what he was up to. After calling it quits, he realized the US hadn’t been the best place for him. He returned with great fanfare to France, where he took on the daily running of the family business. He was said to have the Midas touch, working with the locals to improve the processes and products they offered. His vineyard was becoming the trendiest tourist destination in the country.

Not even a month after his departure, the press reported on the fairytale romance of the champagne millionaire and his widowed neighbor, Belle French. The pair’s engagement announcement ran in every major newspaper in the world.

It was quick work, even for Lancelot du Lac. She couldn’t begrudge him, though. He was never truly a bad man, just a regular one who made bad decisions. She could certainly relate.

Cutting her trip short, she returned to the city where it all started, to a tiny loft apartment she rented on a month-by-month basis above Granny’s diner. There didn’t seem to be much point in seeing the world when the only world she was interested in was centered about four hours away.

The news of Killian was more challenging to come by than the other people involved in her charade, but that only made it more precious. A charity fundraiser here, a life saved there, the ever-present and never changing picture on the hospital website she checked so often it was now saved as her homepage. She thought glimpses and scraps were all she was entitled to at first. However, the longer she tried to resist his pull, the more she started to think maybe she did deserve a chance.

Maybe she wasn’t too late.

Staring at the thick cream-colored invitation with scrolling words waxing romance, dates, and times, she came to a decision and packed her bags.

—

—

It wasn’t hard to find the exact location of their meeting. It was burned into Emma’s memory. Their initial encounter cemented as one of those moments that seem routine when they happen but take root in your fate and grow, threading through every aspect of your life until all traces of happiness are tied to one serendipitous second in time.

After departing from Arthur’s estate in a chauffeured car all those months ago, she had returned to this spot and found her Bug right where she left it. Someone, probably the Prince Charming she was determined to break, had filled the tank with gas. So, she bid adieu to Arthur’s employee and drove off into the sunset all alone. Like she did everything.

Nothing had changed about the place in the intervening months. It was thirty minutes to midnight. The dark sky was clear, stars twinkling from space and the moon a tiny thumbnail above the evergreens. She would wait all night if she had to, but sooner or later, she would catch her quarry.

Emma Swan always got her man.

Unfortunately, she didn’t always get him on her first try. She waited for a couple hours the first night, but no black BMW could be seen cresting the hill. Admitting defeat, she went back to her hotel and vowed to try again.

She knew she could have sprung an unannounced visit on him at his job. After all, it wasn’t difficult to pick out his dark sedan in the parking lot when she cruised by the hospital several times a day. Nor would it have been difficult to track down his address and ambush him one evening when he returned home. The idea had a lot of appeal since his place lived in a variety of fantasies involving oversized shirts and pancakes.

Deep down, she knew after she had robbed him of his choice so many times in their brief acquaintance, it would be wrong to show up and act like nothing happened. She needed to allow him to invite her back in or send her away.

God, she hoped he invited her in.

It took three nights, but eventually, she saw headlights. Smoothing down the hem of her black tank top over her skinny jeans, she took a cleansing breath and stepped out into the middle of the road.

She had no doubt it was him, the cautious pace slicing through the night at exactly the same time as before. She could even tell the precise moment he spotted her in the bright lights of his high beams, the luxury car swerving slightly into the other lane. It was less than a minute later he rolled to a stop about ten feet away.

Then, nothing. The silence of a door not opening was deafening.

Maybe this was her answer.

She wished she could see past the glare and through the windshield. Look into his eyes at least once more and tell him everything she figured out over the past couple of months. The same things he had tried to say to her before he left.

Finally, a lifetime later, she heard the door open. She felt every footfall in the far reaches of her heart, each measured step in time with the rapid beating in her chest. She was lightheaded with longing, her eyes frantically trying to adjust between light and dark and make out Killian’s beloved form in the nighttime.

“Fancy meeting you here, Captain.”

There was another long pause and then he stepped into the narrow, car-sized area of light. He was even more handsome than she remembered. The static, professionally staged photo on the website never did him justice in the first place. “Emma, when did you get back?”

She heard the question for what it really was, ‘Emma, why are you here?’

Smiling past her nerves, she took a step closer. He looked like the proverbial deer in the highlights, like any sudden movement would cause him to turn tail and run. She did this to him. It was her fault her cocky Prince Charming looked spooked. “A couple of days ago. I need a ride to Misthaven. I’m late for an appointment.”

“An appointment? It’s almost midnight. I’m getting the strangest sense of deja vu.”

“You see, there’s a man. He’s actually the best thing that ever happened to me. But I felt like I didn’t deserve him, like I didn’t deserve anyone, really, so I ran. Several times. And even though I pushed him away and ruined everything, I need to let him know that he was never nothing. His feelings were never nothing. As a matter of fact, he’s come to mean everything to me, and I wanted to tell him I was sorry it took me so long to say it.”

Taking a step forward, he stood nearly toe to toe with her. His hair was sticking out at odd angles, his face twisted in thought, hands hanging in fists at his side. “Is that so?”

Reaching out, she placed her hands on his shoulders and she looked up into his eyes, whispering, “I’ve loved you since you let me have all the bites with whipped cream. I was just too scared to admit it.”

She waited when all she wanted to do was pull him closer and bury her face in his neck, inhale his intoxicating scent again and taste his skin. She had said what she needed to say, but it didn’t give her the right to waltz back into his life if that wasn’t what he wanted. “Killian, I—“

Her words were cut off by his abrupt kiss. He grabbed her like he was drowning and she was the only thing that could save him. His chest heaving and lips brutal in their quest. He hitched her up slightly, settling her against the hood of his car. He half leaned over her as he continued to explore every neglected inch of her mouth, every lonely corner of her soul. When he finally broke off his passionate embrace, his breathing was ragged and his voice harsh with emotion. “I have big plans for you and whipped cream, love.”

Laughter filled the inches between them, his forehead resting against hers. Peppering his face with soft kisses, her fingertips tracing the line of his jaw, she teased, “Prove it.”

—

The trail of clothes leading to the bedroom remained untouched for days. They survived the early days of their relationship on pancakes, whipped cream, and borrowed shirts.

Over the years, people asked her when she knew Killian Jones was the one. Her answer was always the same.

At the stroke of midnight.

Every night for the rest of their lives.

Note:

Midnight — Info about the movie

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[haworthiaace]

Magic Misfits AU

Ok so basically we made an au based off of the fact that Scar kept calling his village the village for magical misfits. Scar finds out that he somehow ended up on a server for magical misfits, and now he’s created a sort of safe haven within the server, so naturally they flock to it. Some hermits don’t surprise him, the ones that don’t really bother making an effort to hide their magic, or the ones who can’t hide it. But some hermits deeply confuse him. Chaos ensues. 

TLDR Scar becomes a magical therapist for the hermits

Scar is a wizard, he doesn’t really specialize in anything besides his crystals, which is why he’s able to help with a variety of magical issues. He ends up becoming the one entrusted with everyone’s secrets and problems, which makes him Stressed, but he enjoys helping his friends.

Both Xisuma and Evil Xisuma are shapeshifters, with the ability to change their appearance, but not their size. X keeps his appearance hidden from the hermits, which of course inspires wild theories ranging from eldritch abomination to biblical angels, but X won’t reveal if any theories are true. The only ones that know are Hypno (explained later) and Scar. Scar found out when Xisuma showed up hurt at his doorstep, without enough energy to keep another form. Scar was sworn to secrecy afterwards, and he deeply enjoys listening to other hermits pester him for answers. X actually just looks startlingly average, to the point that he’s unwilling to reveal himself solely because people expect him to be something a little more intimidating, and especially now with the ridiculous rumours the hermits have started.

EX doesn’t hide his true form (which is identical to X’s), but of course the hermits don’t believe him, thinking that it’s just another disguise, and EX won’t confirm or deny because he thinks it makes them more afraid of him. (It doesn’t) He’ll also frequently try to impersonate hermits to destroy the server from the inside out, but he is a terrible actor (so is X) and rarely gets far in his plans.

Mumbo and Grian are fairies, but they’re originally from different communities (courts? I really don’t know much about fairies) so they don’t know the other is a fairy until Grian’s hermit challenges initiation. They can shrink into a smaller form that has wings, but it takes quite a bit of effort to switch between forms. (also fun fact: if mumbo is a fairy that means hermit challenges is a magically binding contract)

Iskall is just. Completely human. His prosthetic eye is powered by magic, (and maintained by Scar!) but other than that he’s just a dude. However, he has very strange things happen to him all the time because he’s befriended not one, but two fairies, and he hasn’t noticed either one. He finds that he often has abnormally good luck, and his lost objects will mysteriously turn up as soon as he complains to his best friends about it. He asks Scar if he knows anything, but Scar, not wanting to break Mumbo or Grian’s trust, has to play dumb while also helping Iskall with his ‘problem’.

Now this might come as a shock but. Ren is a werewolf. It may not be unique but it is fitting. One full moon near the beginning of season 7, Ren showed up at the village around sunset, and frantically insisted that Scar let him stay the night in an unoccupied house. So Scar let him stay, and the next morning Ren explained his Situation. So now Scar helps Ren be as comfortable as possible on the night of his transformation and the day after they just chill together.

Stress has her potion brewery, and she’s the first one on the list to fall into the category of Not Having Frequent Magical Emergencies; she just goes to the village to hang out because hey why not? It’s cozy, plus Scar helps her brainstorm potion recipes over cookies and hot chocolate. Scar comes to her often needing a potion (usually of the healing variety) because someone Fucked Up.

Tango is also human, but at some point he was cursed, and his vision started to literally turn red until it was all he could see. The curse was halted thanks to Zed and Impulse, but the red eyes still remain. (Though thankfully his vision returned) They aren’t sure what the curse would have done if it wasn’t stopped, and they’d be happy to never find out.

Zed is an elf, and while he does have a little bit of magic, it wasn’t enough to stop whatever was afflicting Tango, so he turned to more demonic methods. When Tango’s sight got really bad, he summoned a demon (Impulse) and offered his soul in exchange for a cure to the curse. Impulse did the best he could, restoring Tango’s vision but leaving the red eyes, and then left with his price. Zed’s health slowly started declining: he had basically no energy or life due to the separation from his soul. So Tango summoned Impulse back and asked for Zed’s soul back, but it couldn’t be returned without reversing the deal, and Zed wasn’t willing to do that. So Tango ‘asked’ Impulse to stay with them for a while so Tango could convince Zed to back out of the deal. It turns out that being near his soul (kept by Impulse) returned Zed’s energy, and Impulse decided he liked these two so they became a trio, and joined hermitcraft soon after.

Quite often 2 members of team ZIT will wake up Scar in the middle of the night because they accidentally did something to the missing member (banished Impulse, sent Tango to the shadow realm, etc.) and they don’t know what to do. Scar has a ZIT protocol. It’s used far too often. They also constantly try to figure out what the more human looking hermits are. They do not often succeed.

At night, Bdubs turns into a sleep paralysis demon looking creature, and he (unwillingly) curses people to sleep for a completely random amount of time. After an Incident with Wels in season 6, (that’s the reason for his ‘nap’) he makes sure to sleep as early as possible every night. He thankfully isn’t affected by this while in the End or Nether.

Alright lads here’s the angsty one. Beef has the midas touch, meaning everything he touches turns to gold. It works much slower on living creatures than on inanimate objects, but it still works on living things so that’s Not Good. He makes sure to wear special enchanted gloves that block his curse while wearing them. At some point he goes to Scar in a panic because he accidentally touched Etho with his bare hands, (Etho handles this surprisingly well) and Scar helps him fix Etho. (It’s minecraft rules. They just cut his arm off and it comes back.) After that they put a curse of binding enchantment on Beef’s gloves.

Cleo is still a zombie, and she sometimes gets Scar to help her with Zombie Problems when Joe isn’t available. The first time she showed up outside Larry with her (severed) arm held in one hand Scar nearly jumped out of his robes, but he’s pretty used to it by now and will just go inside to grab a needle and thread.

Joe certainly is something! Nobody is quite sure, even Scar. All Scar knows is that Joe knows way too much about everything, and yet he keeps asking Scar to help him translate Galactic. (Joe is secretly trying to teach Scar the language because he feels that it’s important for magic users to know, especially ones so versatile like Scar) Joe is some kind of oracle who receives visions of the past, present, and future, which is why he knows so much, and he’s also at least dabbled in almost every kind of magic there is. He’s a bit of a cryptid.

The local mad scientist is Cub, who does all sorts of weird experiments, and makes inventions that combine magic and technology in disturbing yet wonderful ways. He also got cursed by his pyramid, so now he has comically bad luck. It doesn’t usually cause any serious harm, just shenanigans. He of course embraces this and finds it funny as hell.

On top of Doc’s regular strangeness, (creeper hybrid, cyborg, goat whisperer?) he also for some reason attracts a frankly unreasonable amount of kitsunes. Nobody knows why, but he can be seen in the shopping district being trailed by no less than two foxes with varying amounts of tails. It’s really very cute, and the mystery of it infuriates the more investigative hermits. (Cub and team ZIT mostly)

Etho is a demigod, although nobody knows what god he’s descended from. (including Etho) He has the fun ability to grant others’ wishes, but because of his personality he chooses to twist these wishes and turn them into fun little pranks that technically give the person what they want, but not without annoying them first. He also doesn’t reveal this ability to the others, leaving them even more confused whenever he uses it, which isn’t often because it does drain him quite a bit.

False, being the badass she is, is a valkyrie. She towers over most of the hermits, and between her height, wings, and blazing sword she’s quite intimidating. Despite this, she’s still very sweet, and would never seriously hurt her friends on purpose, but enemies are a whole different story.

Hypno at first seems totally human, but he actually comes from a world full of magic, each person having their own individual ability. Hypno’s ability is to absorb/ cancel out magic, which means that no magic can affect him, and he can also choose to stop any magic by touching the target of the magic. This got him exiled from his world, but he found a new family in the hermits. Because he isn’t affected by magic, he can see through Xisuma’s disguise, but he just assumes that he sees the same thing as everyone else. He hangs out with Beef when he needs comfort because he knows Beef can’t accidentally hurt him.

Jevin is,, slime. Not a minecraft slime, he’s just a pile of sentient slime held together by magic. (Necromancy? probably) Hypno likes to mess with him by touching small parts of him and disrupting the magic so a chunk of his arm falls off. Scar then has to fix it, but it’s still funny.

Keralis has the power of hypnotizing people by looking into his eyes. (Nothing but his eyes) He of course uses this power for mischief, although nothing actually bad. Usually uses it to ‘convince’ people to buy a book or seven. He also sometimes does it on accident, in which case he drops them off at Scar’s until they snap out of it. Team ZIT keeps asking him to hypnotize X so he’ll reveal his true form, but Keralis doesn’t want to force him to reveal that, plus he finds their attempts at figuring it out entertaining.

XB is an unfortunately forgetful selkie, and most of his visits to Scar are because he lost his coat in one of his shulker boxes again. On one memorable occasion he arrived in a panic after losing his coat again, and Scar had to spend about 5 minutes trying to suppress his laughter enough to tell XB that it was on him.

TFC doesn’t have magical crises, much to Scar’s relief. He’s just a humble earthbender living in the mines, occasionally coming out to the village to ask Scar for a crystal to help his back pain, or to give the poor man an afternoon of peace. In fact, Scar turns the tables by asking TFC for magical help with terraforming, which he’s glad to offer in exchange for all that Scar does for everyone.

Wels is a bard, which makes his sea shanties even more powerful than they already are. When Hermitgang came out, a hole was blown in the G team base, much to the surprise of everyone inside at that moment. Hels is also a bard, but he prefers rock music over sea shanties. Diabolical was an actual magical duel, and it probably looked sick as hell.

Bonus: Jellie is secretly a powerful eldritch being, and is the only one with magic that can affect Hypno. It’s a good thing she’s interested in getting pets and treats rather than destroying the server, because she probably could. She casually hops between worlds whenever Scar isn’t around, going on delightful little adventures. Scar takes quite a while to figure this out, and loses his shit when he does. When she got struck by lightning, she just turned up totally fine the next day and Scar didn’t question it too much.

I’d like to thank the discord for helping with ideas, ya’ll are so creative and i appreciate you all <3 ( @skywillsometimeswrite @bigbadantianti @justletmeplayminecraft @badtimeswithscar @aceacebaby12345 @litabattoir @icewolfstar @burntmagicc @dicerxll @dioritegang @cut-the-string @anntonka @shadeswift99

#hermitblr #hermitcraft #hermitcraft 7 #magic misfits au #mineblr #goodtimeswithscar #gtwscar #xisuma #xisumavoid #evil xisuma #bdoubleo100 #bdubs #vintagebeef #zombiecleo #cubfan135 #docm77 #ethoslab #falsesymmetry #grian #hypnotizd #impulsesv #iskall85 #ijevin #joehills #keralis #mumbo jumbo #rendog #renthedog #stressmonster #tangotek

[nomunamuinmybrain]

Take care of you (M)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Rating: M

Genre: Slice of Life/ Fluff/ Smut

Word Count: 1.5K

At last, a collaboration with my best friend@alwaysdarkestbeforethedawn94, the person responsible for my kpop obsession. She is my rock and without her this tumblr page wouldn't even exist. Every time we meet we go on a ride by the coast line and come up with possible scenarios of what we assume might be happening or has happened in the lives of BTS. Since we are in quarantine we will be sharing with all of you.

Disclaimer: if you are under the age of 18 please know that this is heavy sexual content.

Summary: When Yoongi comes back home late from a schedule, you make sure he gets the treatment of a lifetime.

Being with Yoongi is with no doubt one of the best experiences in your whole existence and by all means you are convinced it will last a lifetime. At the beginning of your relationship, the man had been a spellbinding enigma waiting for someone to finally decipher him. Undoubtedly, who were you to say ‘no’ to such a challenge?

Invariably, a true workaholic; married to his job while the rest of his body is entangled with music; you simply couldn’t have one without the other. Sometimes it makes you wonder how he is so competently skillful at his own craft. He has been carrying a great deal of nicknames to his name; musical genius, a prodigy, King Midas of the musical pentagram to name a few. You couldn’t say you disagreed, everything the public has said about him is completely and utterly true; he genuinely turns to gold everything he touches. Once he sets his mind on a project there is literally nothing that can stop him. He immerses himself into it and delivers in a way that exceeds every imagination. Of course, he would try to argue with you about that if he were here this very moment, but you knew different.

That’s why you found yourself at his place this late at night. He had told you approximately two months ago that they were planning something big for their future live performances. You knew very well by now that comeback week was the busiest most exhausting period for any artist but given Yoongi's status the situation was amplified times a hundred. Needless to say, that instantly meant a mountain load of work waiting to be done not only for him, but also for the rest of the group. Consequently, for you, this time of the year implied way less time with him and more time on the phone talking at ungodly hours of the day. It’s for that reason he gave you his apartment’s keys last weekend. He hadn’t given you a definite explanation for his action other that “It is about time”. However, you knew better than that. Yoongi is always so attentive to your needs, and even if he hadn’t said it out loud, there was no need to; you could read him like the back of your hand. He is an incredibly considerate, understanding and patient individual. He always goes out of his way to silently make others feel special, and that is one of the things you love about him.

You tried your best to make his arrival back from the showcase as serene as possible. He is giving you so much already that you wanted to give him back just as much. Once he opened the door you understood that he is spent, you can tell from the soft way his eyes slowly shut, ready to surrender in a deep slumber. After setting the table and getting something to eat he takes a quick shower to rid himself off the reminiscence of the day. After that, he moves to the cabinet near the wall, opens the door, pours himself a glass of whiskey and heads to the couch in the living room. It doesn’t take a lot of time to notice that he is already under the influence of dark liquor. You gently approach him sitting right beside him on his dark smooth couch and lean in to his chest. He smells clean and soft, he wore clothes straight out of the dryer right after his shower. You snuggle closer to him, this white t-shirt making him look so hot, you swear it's almost see-through, and you let your hand wander on his torso, tracing the lined muscles that lay underneath. You stare at his gentle features, eyes closed and you feel like you are in a trance. You think to yourself “Damn, he is so easy on the eyes”. The only thing getting you out of this state of bewitchment is his voice. He softly grunts, a smirk stretching his face, "You have no idea how much my whole body aches...." he signs."What can I do to help my baby?" you ask full of anticipation, mentally preparing a list of things you would like to do to him. "Whatever it is that you have in mind, I am all yours to play with" he replies, gaze filled with implication. And that was the push you needed to devour your man. At once you straddle his thighs, hands flying to the back of his neck to grasp on his healthy vibrant hair and bring him

closer for a painfully lustful kiss, you are insatiable tonight. You’ve missed him so much. "I needed your lips on mine, I missed you so much baby" you unapologetically confess. His large hands massage your thighs and then travel to your backside pushing you even closer, making you one. It was times like this when you felt like you had no clue where he ended and you began. "I can tell", he says with a low grunt. Deep throaty moans rumble from his chest the faster you rub yourself on him while leaving aching marks all over his arched neck and toned chest. "Yes, yes....Mark me, baby. I'm all yours. U-ugh... All yours" he lets out, words almost like a whisper. Off goes his shirt, same fate follows for the shorts and just as he's about to flip you over beneath him you immediately put your hands on his chest to stop him. "Tonight is all about you, so just lay back and relax. Let me do my job" you tease with a wink. Thinking back to all the close and personal moments you’ve both shared, inconspicuously, you absolutely treasured instances like this, watching him being so eager to find the sweet solace of relief. The shuddered exhale that escapes him leaves you satisfied. You palm his throbbing cock over his pitch black boxers, his head instinctively dropping to the back of the couch once again as a clear sign of surrender. “My sweet, sweet boy, I wanna ruin you tonight” you shamelessly admit. He already knows that this is a reward more for you rather than him. ‘Cause even though you love the way he takes over you every time you get intimate, you want him to let go and trust you. You take off the last piece of clothing standing between you and your reward, Yoongi's well endowed member. You lick across his length, earning that familiar hiss you so crave to hear. You tease him for a while, languidly sucking only the tip, saliva dripping from your plump lips making it easier for your hand to pump his thick length with accurate precision. His slender hips involuntarily twitch to thrust deeper into your sensual mouth. "Baby, please...please..." he begs as one hand lazily brushes your hair from your forehead. He is putty in your hands, all yours to devour. Your little living room filled with lewd wet sounds as you mercilessly suck him off, as if it was the very last time but still you couldn't get enough; you could never get enough of him. Yoongi is like your own personal addiction.

As he's approaching his climax, hair sticking to his face, you place your left hand around his right thigh and caress. "My sweet baby, a mess, all because of me" you drunkenly declare. Hand still in your hair, the harder his grasp, the faster you go. You feel his grip in your hair becoming stronger and stronger while you hear his whines getting louder and louder. That’s how you know he is on the verge of letting go. You look up at him and take his entire glory in. "I swear he is alluring, so tempting and he tastes so good" you ponder. You continue your mistreatment and in no time he blows his load in you, releasing a loud scream to echo around the house. You keep him in your mouth observing as he slowly descents from his high. Gradually, he opens his eyes and looks back at you; face blown out yet blissful. He covers your hand with his own and with a satisfied smirk, you climb back on his lap for cuddles. You brush the damp strands away from his face to see him better, never breaking eye contact. "Was that okay?" you mischievously ask, breaking the silence. "More than okay" he joyfully exclaims. You stayed there wrapped together under the blanket until sleep called for you to head to bed. Once under the covers, he pulls your back to his warm chest and buries his face in your sensitive neck giving it a chaste peck, "I love you" he softly declares with a low whisper. You wrap your hands around his tighter, "I love you more" you profess playfully. From then on, you let your heavy eyes close taking in his pleasing scent; cherishing even the slightest thing about him you both end up falling into a deep slumber.

#bts #bts yoongi #bts smut #bts fic #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x you #bts fluff #yoongi fluff

[macgyvertape]

D2 Season of the Risen thoughts

Gameplay thoughts above, raid and seasonal story below cut

Just noticed in the Mars Enclave you can see your fireteam’s ships when you load in, small detail but I really love it

The Apothecary is currently my favorite campaign mission, I really like the bridge battle where at times you get adds on both sides of you, then a more close quarters fight where the Hive boss will rush a Titan Bubble

Gambit is the fucking worst its ever been. One match we just traded invader kills making Primeval full health all the way to Primeval Slayer 10x, which is when I realized there is no time limit. Even without bugs letting Eriana’s 1 tap across the map, gambit matches feel more frustrating with the hard immune that doesn’t line up with boss health segments

Yeah by the end of the season I’ve had more that one match where both teams with a Primeval phase was just about as long as the mote phase

Once again the Gambit ornament is the seasonal challenge I didn’t complete.

I’ve finally hit the point of my vault being too full especially playing 3 characters, so having 3 perks on guns now does make deleting the old ones easier. I’ve also deleted a lot of exotic guns I don’t ever use rather than increase their level. (Goodbye to: chaperone, Mida set, Sturm & Drang, wish-ender, 4th horseman, suros regime, cerberus+1, Salvation’s Grip)

I don’t like Grand Overture, feels like the worst parts of a machine gun and linear fusion rifle, so I’m deleting this as well. I really like Dead Messenger with match game becoming a standard thing its great to have another element switching weapon

I’ve been using DiM loadouts for a while for optimized armor sets but I’m depending on it a lot more to make specific loadouts since the change to weapon orb generation and push for well mods that require armor affinity and are subclass specific. General PSA that DiM saves fashion and mods.

Got a great Boots of the Assembler roll, and I realized I do really enjoy playing healer in content with friends. Further justification for being a warlock main. If I run middle tree Well I can have almost constant rift uptime. What I like about healer is people come to the Well to be healed and any any healing grenades I throw is seen as above and beyond

I’ve finally learned how to stop falling at terminal velocity and breaking my legs with Titan, I’m so used to warlock jump stopping momentum.

High-stat armor giving actual high stat armor is nice, especially with ghost stat focusing. With the specific stat targeting I overhauled most of my Titan armor loadouts and finally masterworked a bunch of armor using DIM to optimize which pieces to choose.

Seasonal Challenges this season are rough if you don’t have a clan or a good lfg group you play with. You can miss 3 but there are more than 3 that are non matchmade and require higher end skill (GM, Raid, Raid Challenge & Weapon Crafting, Flawless Legend Battleground, Master Vox)

Memento’s don't seem super worth “chasing”, between the low drop rate and not liking the look of all the skins

Yet another season yet another rant that GM Selector node is limited to only those who have Conqueror seal, thereby making it harder to get the seal. D2 isn’t a job, I can’t just block off my calendar for specific GMs especially if they’ll only be around for 1 week

Guardian games was pretty fun this year with the casual playlist just being a relaxed mode with wildly buffed weapons and powers. However the podium grind really doesn’t respect players' time (especially since I’ve been very busy this season with IRL stuff) Right side podium can only be done during the weekend, Medallion battalion is absolutely  an unreasonable grindfest. I’m glad I didn’t care about the emblem because during the second week despite spending a number of hours playing with friends I was doing the “wrong” activities in that I didn’t get past gold rewards in my limited free time.

I really am amazed at how advanced the VOtD raid armor pieces are with the moving parts, and the Photo Finish shader that has rgb rotating glow. It looks great on the past year Hunter contender cloak

Gunsmith/Banshee rep system needs to DRASTICALLY be reworked. I have a pretty high season pass level and deleted a lot of legendaries, but I didn’t rank up once because only his regular bounties give any meaningful progress and the extra bounties don’t do anything. The math I saw said to do a full rank it takes doing all of his bounties on all 3 characters for atleast 30 days, and fuck MMO dailies at that point its a job

backfilled in a day 1 group, and spent all 3 hours on Caretaker without beating him but getting to last stand. Basically why I won’t ever do a serious day 1 completion attempt; I physically can’t sit and game for super long sessions and it's frustrating to spend 3 hours on 1 boss which could be melted once contest mode is off

The raid isn’t one I ever want to do with a random lfg, definitely a raid where no one can slack and that’s on top of having a bunch of unlabeled symbols to learn. I enjoy running DSC and VoG casually but this one is really dependant on communication

I do enjoy the raid a lot when I do it with people I enjoy gaming with. I’d rank the encounters 1 >4 >2 >3, with room 3 of 3rd encounter being the stressor that makes groups fall apart. I honestly enjoy running for the 2nd encounter, by the 2nd to last week of the season I knew the symbols well enough I was no longer double checking with a guide

The hardest symbols are: Kill - Give look similar, but Drink - Worship - Witness are even more similar in shape and color that it messes myself and others up

First week seasonal stuff

The Mercy cutscene with Saladin I think is the best cutscene Destiny’s had. It's hard choices, drives home what the Dark Age was like and exactly where Saladin is coming from both in his philosophy and his history. Like the way the village collapses to the point they could no longer dig graves and the graves become a pit, is a very bleak situation

I had thought that Season of Hunt-Chosen-Lost would have been Crow’s 3 act character arc, then the seasons this year would be spent with a different character previously on the backburner, so I was surprised that he’s a main character for this season. 

Saladin says maybe Crow is the wrong person for this assignment in week 2 (edit: yeah actually Saladin was totally correct there. The Vanguard really should have shown good leadership and benched Crow and provided mental health resources.) Obviously for story there has to be conflict but like in universe is there no one else? What’s Shiro-4 up to? 

There’s one good Crow & Eris interaction lore which is great since I’ve been waiting for that since Season of the Hunt. It would also be interesting to see Crow & Ana Bray interact with the theme of: went looking for your pre-Guardian past and found it was full of atrocities

Between Vox Obscura and the PsiOps battlegrounds it's great to hear Caiatl and Zavala be friendly over coms; hard to not see it with shipping goggles when she says things like “[don't] put the tongue before the tusk smallman”

I’m realizing this season that it must have been rough for all the Saladin fans from Rise of Iron for him to be basically gone from the story until Season of the Chosen. Like to me he was just Mr pvp-mode-I-don’t-like vendor for so long. I liked him fine enough in Chosen but Saladin is absolutely carrying this season

Week 4 story stuff - its the discourse ™ spawning week

Its so cool to watch the Cabal ships in the first few seconds of Moon Psi-ops just drop into atmosphere, and Brachus Reghusk is friend shaped

“You understand.. Dont you” NO I SURE DONT CROW! Week 4 is the “wow i sure wish our guardian could be more than a floating camera” moment that each season gets 

Reading lore page 4, the way Crow abandons the critical mission with no words and fucks around with the machine so then the Psion dies in agony, asking the Psion if he wants ramen before the Psion can tell him to stop what hes doing, feels arrogant. Overall Crow’s actions hit a lot of points for personal things that I find enraging, especially his “it was an accident” instead of “im sorry”

I don’t hate Crow or think its out of character, he’s always been impulsive and a bit arrogant “fuck around” (then he finds out). My annoyance with him aside, great to see a story where you look at the flaws of a character and think yeah this was always going to happen

I was one of the people excited that liked the Psion character and was hoping we could get to know them better and have more recurring Cabal characters after just 3 weekly quests. Props to the writers that I genuinely wasn’t expecting him to die

I don’t want to write an essay on this but it feels like 2 debates rolled into one: the morality debate of capturing the Hive and mindreading them; separately is the manner in which Crow shut down the program during a high stakes mission

Re the first point: Personally not sympathetic for these Lightbearer hive, succinctly put it ”[they were] captured while they were working towards the launch of an invasion fleet of an Alien death god … through a portal powered by death magic from human sacrifices“. Implications are there is a heavy Guardian body count, and it’s stated a loss on the moon battleground means the Hive take Earth

I’m hoping Crow will not be a seasonal character for a while, of the past 5 seasons he’s been a main character for 4 of them and I’m ready to see other characters I like

#destiny 2 #season of the risen #mac plays video games #i haven't watched the trailer yet for the next season #liveblog

[diveronarpg]

In fair Verona, our tale begins with HUNTER MARCHESI, who is TWENTY-FOUR years old. He is often called HORATIO by the MONTAGUES and works as their INITIATE. He uses HE/HIM pronouns.

Hunter was born to be a MASTERPIECE, a work of art designed to make even the angels weep. The son of a minor British noble and a Brazillian diplomat’s daughter stationed in Rome, privilege was a given, prestige the expectation as the golden spoon was tucked between his laughing lips. One might have expected him to be witless, on account of his beauty, but he was not. One might have expected him to be callous, on account of his fortune, but he was inclined to help when asked, diving in and out of the problems of others as he wove between theatrics and respite in his own life. He was not apart from the goings on of life, but he was not terribly affected, either. Good things seemed to come his way whether he wished for them or not. Hunter was Midas, and all things turned to gold, even thoughts, ideas, and ill-defined concepts. If he wore a crown, it was because it was placed carefully upon his head, though he wore it well, and it fit as though by design.

He made a name for himself in boarding school as the sort you wanted to stick with if you wanted to have a good time. Students ENVIED the boy who could float through classes and maintain his grades while still attending every single party, every sports event, even going on holiday to tropical, fantastical locales whenever he had a few days break. He was the sort you looked at and thought, ah, yes, he has it all. Perhaps he did. He certainly felt like it at the time, all the way through to university, where he attended the most prestigious school in Rome and felt... bored. Life had been a game his entire life, and he was sick and tired of winning. He signed up for a philosophy elective course on a whim, almost forgetting to attend before he popped his head inside. It was the first mistake he’d ever made which had unintended consequences.

For lack of a better word, Hunter became... enamored. At first he thought himself on the path to understanding philosophy, but under a different tutelage, it held no real interest for him. It was the professor that kept him intrigued, the longing soul beneath his cool exterior and how often he seemed unsure of the questions he nevertheless posed to his students. For all his life, Hunter has had the ability to hang his head on CERTAINTY. He has always been sure, each step he’s ever taken, and he’s torn between wry amusement and tenderness at how unsure a philosopher can be, how lost within the cycles of the mind and of humanity itself. He stuck out that class for three years before Henry departed the university entirely, focusing on taking over the Zhang fortune in the wake of his father’s death, and when he was gone, Hunter never went back. He focused on the field he was sure on, on the things he was good at, and thought he put his infatuation with indecision behind him.

Until. Until. It was chance that brought him to Verona, with only a dim understanding that the man he’d once admired built his home there as well. Work brought him there, but it was the draw of shiny, mysterious things that led him to his doom. He only meant to seek out his former professor on a lark; it was something fun to do on an off day, a way to blow off steam in a place where he hadn’t yet built his usual level of contacts. He never thought he would be walking into a gilded CAGE, stained with blood as it might be; from the moment he stepped into the wrong aisle of the library, from the moment he saw a man gutted and dragged through the stacks, from the moment Henry Zhang emerged from behind them and made all evidence of the violence go away without so much as a blink, Hunter was in chains. Becoming an Initiate was the only way to keep him alive. It should have made him feel trapped or terrified, entering this new world where none of the old rules applied, but Hunter had never met an environment he couldn’t thrive in. This was a chance to experience something new and VIBRANT, something that would challenge him to explore outside his boundaries. For the first time in his life, Hunter had to do hard work. Things did not come easily to him within the world of la mafia, and that which should’ve scared him left him thrilled, heart pounding, adrenaline soaking his veins. In Verona, he was not a car on a rail, traveling toward the same old same old at high velocity. In Verona, his ambition might finally be satisfied, his curiosity and hunger at last satiated.

HENRY ZHANG: Sponsor. They call him that and pretend he’s nothing more, but Henry is as much his damnation as his savior. Seeking out his former professor is the reason he’s in this mess, but it’s also the most exciting thing he’s ever done. Hunter has always been curious to unravel the sometimes funny, sometimes dry, always interesting Doctor Zhang, and now he’ll finally have the chance. All the excuses in the world to be close and Henry still keeps him at arm’s length. It won’t do. Hunter’s never been denied something he wants, and he’s not about to start here, not after he’s come so close. He’ll coax the wild animal that is Henry Zhang to heel; for all he claims to be teaching Hunter the ways of the mafia, it’s not Henry that’s in control, here. He just hasn’t... noticed it quite yet.

FAUST CONTRERAS: Fellow-in-Arms. Despite their differences, they’ve joined the mafia at the same time, and for Hunter, that means he sees a kindred spirit. Maybe he comes across as annoying to Faust, a kid who doesn’t know any better than what he’s doing, but Hunter considers himself a good time, if Faust will let him be. He might not be the most loyal friend in the world, the most caring or outwardly compassionate, but he’s certainly got style. Besides, two people joining the mafia in the middle of an intense war have to stick by each other, right? That’s what Hunter always tells him, with a smile on his face that’s just a little too arrogant, a little too brash in the face of all this death. Hunter might get him into all kinds of trouble, and he definitely won’t take no for an answer without seeing a bit of force. 

BEAU RENAUD: Pity. Money is as money does, and in a town like Verona, money also talks. Having run in the same circles since they were children, European wealth all running closely together, Hunter pities Beau sometimes. Shackled to someone better than him in every way, he’s a path that could’ve stretched before Hunter were he a bit less intelligent, less cunning, less ambitious, just... less. A ghost of a shell of a boy, that was how Beau came across since his move to Verona, and Hunter has regarded him as a flower wilting in the intense heat of the sun. Sometimes he wonders if he should be charitable and try and pull him from the depths, but he’s attached to the opposite side, now. Does he really deserve the hand dipped in gold that Hunter would offer? Can he really say he’s earned that? Maybe not, but Hunter plans to try and pick him up anyway, so long as he can find something to motivate the fool. 

CASTORA AGUILAR: Distaste. She’s so new money she practically reeks of it, and while he’s not entirely a snob, some things are just too deeply entrenched within him to be overlooked. Low breeding will bear out, in Hunter’s mind anyway, and giving so much to a woman who comes from little will only go to her head. He doesn’t hate her of course; his family often deals in philanthropy, and he’s not without his own heart, no matter how encased in jewels it may be. Henry sees merit in her, so he can’t write her off entirely, but it’s a close thing, his dislike for people pulling themselves from the muck. What will Castora do with this new freedom? It’s too soon to tell, but in Hunter’s mind, it won’t be anything good. What a waste. 

Hunter is portrayed by FRANCISCO LACHOWSKI and was written by ROGUE. He is currently OPEN.

#lsrp #lsrpg #literate rp #crime rp #roleplay #hunter marchesi #m #mont #o #om

[iamnotawomanimagod]

Halsey 10 Days Challenge - Hopeless Fountain Kingdom Era - Best Lyrics

I’m not great at making images, but I am good with words, and Halsey has written some of my favorite, ever! I’m going to feature some gifs via the search function - please click through and check out the original creators of each!

Here are, in my opinion, the best lyrics from each song on Hopeless Fountain Kingdom

wanna join the fun? check out the prompts here

1. 100 Letters

Well, King Midas put his hands on me again,

he said, “One day you’ll realize why you don’t have any friends.”

Why I find myself alone at night, unless I’m having sex,

that he can make me golden, if I’d just show some respect.

But I don’t let him touch me anymore.

2. Eyes Closed

Now, if I keep my eyes closed, he feels just like you

But you’ve been replaced, I’m face-to-face, with someone new.

3. Heaven in Hiding

And when you start to feel the rush, a crimson headache, aching blush

and you surrender to the touch, you’ll know - I can put on a show.

4. Alone

I got a problem with parties, ‘cause it’s loud in my brain

And I can never say sorry, ‘cause I won’t take the blame.

5. Now Or Never

I’m turnin’ off the light right now, callin’ it a night.

Now I’m wishin’ you were ‘round with me,

but you’re in different town than me.

6. Sorry

‘Cause I can sometimes treat the people that I love like jewelry

‘Cause I can change my mind each day, I didn’t mean to try you on,

but I still know your birthday, and your mother’s favorite song.

7. Good Mourning

They told me once, “Don’t trust the moon, she’s always changing.

The shores bend and break for her, and she begs to be loved.”

8. Lie

I watch you devour, mistake me for bread, well boy, is you fed? 

Or are you misled? I gave you the messiest head,

you give me the messiest head! Oh, you’re turning red.

‘Cause I’m tryna give the impression that I get the message -

you wish I was dead.

9. Walls Could Talk

Well, they be like, “Shit is crazy, right? That ain’t your baby no more.”

10. Bad at Love

Got a girl with California eyes, 

and I thought that she could really be the one this time, 

but I never got the chance to make her mine, 

because she fell in love with little thin white lines.

11. Don’t Play

I am not the type to admit I’m on, how could I lie when we sip so strong?

12. Strangers

Said that we’re not lovers, we’re just strangers

with the same damn hunger

to be touched, to be loved, to feel anything at all.

13. Angel on Fire

‘Cause they talk and drink and laugh ‘bout things

and fall in love in my backyard.

I hide and cower in the corner,

conversation’s getting hard.

14. Devil in Me

I won’t take anyone down if I crawl tonight, 

but I still let everyone down when I change in size.

And I went tumblin’ down, tryna reach your high,

but I scream too loud if I speak my mind.

15. Hopeless

I hope hopeless changes over time.

That’s it for today! Nightmare era coming tomorrow, which is a small one!

I’d love to hear your favorites, if you’ve made it this far!

#halsey #long post #hfk #10dayshalsey #beautiful people

[xbeseecheuphoria]

I belong to my phantom, and my phantom is mine.

Nea steals the heart of Ion Christine, the elusive leader of the Midas Group. (Rev!Ion/Nea, based on @sinnme‘s Role-Swap AU).

Word count: 2652

The events that unfolded was like a sinfully sweet piece of chocolate that was slowly unwrapped from a foil made of gold.

Somehow, she managed to catch the eye of the creator of the Genius League, a tournament where the winner had the chance to gain riches beyond their wildest dreams. They would become a king, for all to marvel—all for winning a little tournament. That would be the case if they lived to see that day. For the conspiracy was that the winner would disappear to become the creator’s little toy, their body used for tests beyond tests. It was never proven, but people still speculated, and protested.

Despite the protests, the creator was able to mend the suspicions of the general public. There were the debates— “He’s a young adult, there’s no way he could be doing these preposterous things!” vs. “No matter how young this man may be, he still needed to be investigated!” When the protests began, the debates never ended, and nothing was done in order to regulate the Genius League for the government could do little against a tournament that was deemed savior of the economy—and the world. The creator—who had been nicknamed the same thing— “savior” only appeared at times when needed, like a thief in the night. A phantom.

And when that phantom appeared, he took sight of Nea Calais, and decided to never let her go.

As decreed by himself.

It was almost comical. Nea felt like this man drew her in. He invited her to the Genius League in disguise, challenging her and the outcome was Nea somehow being able to best him.

When he revealed himself as Ion Christine, the creator, the phantom, she nearly fainted.

Why, in the name of all that is holy and pure, would the genius 19-year old creator of the most controversial yet needed tournament invite her, challenge her, and be pleased at her win against him? She figured he would be angry, or she’d become a segment on the news, but it wasn’t like that. He was… intriqued by her. She would receive gifts from Ion. Invitations to lavish parties. He made sure she got the best suite on the Bella Cruise, which hosted the belligerents of The Genius League, and divine, luxury service of the finest foods and maintenance. Many became jealous of her.

Did Nea care? Of course not. She was powerful enough to make sure that she would be guarded against such jealousies. Involving her position as a tournament participant, however, she had to be careful. No matter how nice Ion treated her, she couldn’t reach the top willingly. She forced herself to lose major matches, and only won the minor ones. With her skill, she would have been #1 already, but she couldn’t. Not until she knew Ion’s true intentions. Her skill as a journalist would allow that information to be gained without fail. She knew how to gather intel. Problem is, Ion didn’t slip as much as she hoped. This would be difficult.

Ion confronts her about her suspicious losses over an exquisite dinner.

“You are losing on purpose.”

“You’re mistaken, Mr. Christine,” Nea refutes. “You know how well I- “

“You are losing on purpose, Nea,” he repeats himself strongly.

Being put on the spot so quickly shocks Nea, but nothing could prepare her for Ion’s next move. As they sit across each other, he stands and walks over to her, and cups her chin with gloved hands. He strokes it gently, mischievous grin on his face. Her cheeks flush as she freezes. Why does it feel good when Ion’s hand is on her face? Especially with those gloved hands of his. She had to catch herself from leaning into it like a cat. That damned grin of his, too. Was the reason she really wanted intel on him is because she was interested in him in more ways than one and she just didn’t realize it?

“You can’t lie to me,” he muses. “I know everything about you…”

“Do you really?” She weakly manages to get out.

“I do, my little journalist. Have you been trying to get intel on me? I’m quite flattered.”

Nea stood up, taking a step back from Ion. Whether in fright or curiosity or delight, she didn’t know, and she didn’t care. Unable to realize her steps, Nea’s back connects with the wall. She has effectively trapped herself and as Ion walks towards her slowly, his lavender eyes glowing, she knew there was nothing she could do. He licked his lips hungrily, making her freeze. The cold touch of his gloved hand cups her face once again, lifting it so their eyes met.

“You don’t have to be afraid. I have no intention of hurting you,” he reassures. “My intention… Is something that will grant you what you want. Something that you desire. Something that I desire and will be more than willing to give to you.”

What I want? More about him? That is all I wanted, yet it’s as if he’s insinuating that-

Ion is so close that she can feel his breath on her neck. It tingles, awakening something in her. His hands grasp her waist, making her legs wobble, and as she stares into those eyes, she realizes there is no going back from this. A loud gasp escapes her as she feels Ion’s soft lips on her neck, kissing softly.

“You—ah—is this what you really called me here for?”

“Mmm,” is the only response she gets from him.

Nea can’t lie to herself. It feels so good. She finds herself craving more. Ion knew exactly what he was doing, and he wasn’t shy in the slightest. She openly moaned when she felt his tongue on her neck. The saliva barely missed the choker she always wore around her neck, however, in a bold move, she undoes it, placing it in her pocket and emitting a satisfied groan from him. Her neck exposed; wet kisses turn into demanding bites she knows will show on her skin later.

“Please, yes…” She gasped.

“Do you like that?” He mused. “Do you want more?”

“I-I do,” Nea responds hastily, pressing herself up against Ion. “I want—I want you.”

“Oh my,” he near moaned. “Just a moment ago, you were afraid, and now you do this…”

Nea grabs the collar of Ion’s shirt and crushes their lips together. She wanted to shut him and his little smug tone of his up, all the while feeling his soft lips again. He seemed to like her dominance, and began to fondle her, lowering his hands to grab her ass and squeeze it firmly. He revels in Nea’s muffled moan and the little jump she makes.

Ion is in a haze. He cannot handle himself and all sense of rationality has left him. Breaking the kiss, he grabs Nea’s hand and rushes to his suite, avoiding all who would want to speak with him. They were not important, none of them were. Not right now. What was important right now, was Nea. He needs to touch her, to take her as he saw fit. He acted with haste, closing the door and locking it behind him and immediately dragging her to his bed.

He nearly throws her down on said bed, and if Nea was scared, she sure as hell wasn’t showing it. The look on her face resembled desire more than it did fright. Her eyes followed his every move. Before he climbed on top of her, he undid his top, throwing it to the side without care. When Nea sees his bare chest, and her eyes widen and Ion can see her bite her lip almost immediately, the fire in his eyes intensifies. Crawling on top of her, he growled low, relishing in the excitement he felt coursing through his body. He presses himself against her, and she moans instantly.

“Look at that… You want it so bad. You’re such a wanton mess,” he mused. “I am going to fully make you mine. There won’t be a trace of you that is untouched by me.”

Ion grinned, wasting no time in undoing her clothes, with Nea even helping him to do so. All that was left was her bra and panties, which he would undo himself, slowly. Before that, he crushes his lips with hers again, moaning when he feels Nea’s tongue enter his mouth. She was so deliciously bold and he planned to reward her immensely when that time came. Nea rolled her hips, grinding against Ion. He bit her lower lip in satisfaction, making her gasp.

Breaking the kiss, his hands travel to her bra, squeezing her breasts hard. Nea shouts in joy, throwing her head back.

“Oh? Do you like it when it hurts a bit?”

Ion leans down, hands still fondling her breasts, but this time, his teeth sink into her neck. Nea’s eyes, widen, and her hands reach Ion’s hair to tug.

“Fuck, Ion…”

He chuckled, knowing just how wild he’s getting Nea. He enjoyed this. Seeing her squirm, hearing her moans. He was going to have her revel in pleasure. Moving from her neck, Ion reaches for the bra in his way and unhooks it from behind. Nea lifts herself up to help get it out of the way. Pushing her back down on her back, Ion proceeds to move his hands immediately back to her breasts, but this time he leans down to take her left nipple in his mouth, while his hand lowers to her panties to rub them. The stimulation seeps through her, enveloping her.

“More, Ion…!” She gasps.

“Patience…”

He flicks his tongue on her nipple, while his hand has long gone inside of her panties to tease her. Nea’s moans, moving her hips enthusiastically. Ion chuckled, looking at her intently.

“Be a good girl and keep your hips still, or I’ll stop.”

Nea whined, but did as she was told. Ion couldn’t stop himself now. He smirked at her, lifting her legs to rest on his shoulders and taking his hands to rip off those delicate panties of hers. The desperation in Ion’s movements make her bite her lip.

“Please…”

Ion made no motion to move, instead, those beautiful lavender eyes look over her bare form, every inch seen by him. This causes Nea to avert her eye, flattered yet embarrassed as he stopped so suddenly to look her over. Nea is gorgeous in every way. Sinfully tempting, as if she would have led Ion to his demise at will. Such a sinfully tempting woman deserved everything she wished for. He takes his time as he leans down to place his lips on her groin, which elicits the reaction he desired. Nea shoots up instantly, moaning his name and tugging his hair in anticipation for what is to come.

His eyes never leave her for even so much as half a second as  he tastes her. With each slow lick—and Nea knows he’s avoiding her clit on purpose, the tease—she gasps, staring into those intense lavender eyes that did not move an inch. She knew she would be unable to form coherent sentences. Even if she wanted to beg for that stimulation that’d make her melt, she couldn’t.

Yet to her enjoyment, he understood.

Ion swirled his tongue around her clit, causing Nea to buck her hips. The small chuckle that sounded from him was not unheard. Ion took his hands and held her hips in place, which causes his hair to be tugged even tighter. He dared to give a long, drawn-out suck to her clit, relishing in the wetness that only increased as he stimulated her.

“More,” she begged. “Go faster…”

She heard his taunting chuckle again, and whined as he stopped. Her hands loosen in his hair and she stares, a bit of annoyance shown on her face. She was so close.

Ion pushed her back down on the bed, and reached to finally undo his own belt and dress pants. When Nea finally realized he was ready to take her, in full, she bit her lip, desperation showing on her face.

“I want you, all of you,” he confirmed. “And I will have you.”

“B-By all means…” Nea whispered.

Now that she had the chance to look at Ion completely bare, she realized her eyes did linger on Ion’s cock for far longer than it should have, as he was very well endowed. If Ion caught her staring, he didn’t say anything and she was thankful for that. Before Ion gets back on the bed, he goes for his bedside drawer to take out essentials. He is quick to take out a condom from it’s wrapper and place it carefully on his erection, and lube, to make the process easier and comfortable for Nea.

He’s back on the bed in an instant and immediately presses himself against her as a test. Nea groaned, looking at him with a clouded lust that needed to be sated in every way possible. She rocks her hips against his erection eagerly for a couple of seconds just to show him just how bad she wanted it.

“Come on, already…”

Having decided not to keep her waiting any longer, Ion chuckled as he pressed inside her slowly, making them both gasp. He does not move just yet, he knows Nea needs to be comfortable, so he waits. When Nea moves her hips with a quiet moan coming from her lips, Ion wastes no time in moving. He starts slow at first, but gradually increases in movement making Nea’s quiet moans turn to desperate and pleading gasps. Boldly, she leans up and wraps her arms around Ion, and he holds on to her hips, pounding deep inside of her. Nea crushes their lips together, forcing her tongue inside which surprises yet invigorates Ion. Her sudden display of dominance has him fucking her harder, skin slapping against skin.

With each movement, Nea felt herself getting closer and closer to climax. Then, she felt Ion hit her sweet spot, and she threw her head back and cried out, digging her nails into his skin. She would have no mercy. Ion went for her exposed neck, and sucked hard on the skin. He wanted to leave a mark, to let her remember who did this to her, who made her feel this pleasure. It only made Nea’s voice echo in the room.

“More!” She squealed. “H-Hurry!”

Ion was happy to oblige. Considering his sweat, and his increase in grunts as he thrust, he was close to the brink of pleasure. He hit that spot over and over, until Nea finally screamed, shivering as she rode out her orgasm. Ion, who wasn’t far behind, softly moaned her name as he came. He bit his lip, pulling out and taking the condom off to discard it in the trash.

He hears Nea plop down on the bed and grins.  He looks at her and she pouts immediately, giving him something that could be akin to a glare.

“I’m going to be sore, Christine.”

Joining her, he rolled his eyes playfully.

“You asked for it. Literally.”

“Shut up.”

“No.”

For a moment, Nea wondered what the Hell she got herself into. Despite the playful mood, she did want to talk to Ion about what this would mean for them in the future, but couldn’t bring herself to even start a conversation. Ion, as if reading her mind, pulled her closer.

“We can talk in the morning, when our minds are clear.”

That would be acceptable. They could speak about their concerns, all of them, in the morning. For as long as they wanted, and without any interruptions. She smiled and snuggled into his chest.

“…Alright.”

They said nothing after that. They allowed each other’s soft breathing to lull them to a peaceful sleep.

#🎲 game of dice 🎲 #❤ ion/nea #i'm sorry this took 84 years

[treatian]

The Chronicles of the Dark One:  The Dark Curse

Chapter 144:  What the Dove Saw

Pirithous was not exactly happy when he summoned him into the tower that night. But then, when had he ever been happy to be summoned? In a perfect world, he'd have gone on using Theseus as his spy, as it was now Pirithous was all he had, happy or not.

"I have need of you," he commented as the bird-man stood before him.

"Obviously…what will your bidding be this time, O Mighty Dark One…"

He glanced up at him, very unimpressed with his sarcasm. "A little less cheek, perhaps…"

The boy didn't respond, just rolled his eyes and awaited his orders.

"I'm sending you to King George's kingdom. There's a deal I'm overseeing, and I'd like to oversee it…closer."

Pirithous rolled his eyes and shook his head. "With all your magic…why don't you just do it yourself? Wouldn't it be easier to just take my shapeshifting ability and go yourself?"

He laughed at such a suggestion. "Would you like me to?" he threatened. Pirithous remained silent because they both knew that he didn't want such a thing. Sure, it would free him from being useful, but it would also ground him for the rest of his life. He could take the power, but to never perch in the trees again, to never soar high above the clouds, feel the wind beneath his wings, they both knew he'd be unhappy with such an arrangement.

"Sometimes I prefer 'boots on the ground'…or should I say claws," he finally explained to him. "Besides…I'm a busy man."

"And I'm not?!" Pirithous argued. "My father is unwell, the crown will soon be mine, I need to take a wife, have a child, and prepare to take his place."

"Yes, and you can add serving me to that list." Whine, whine, whine, whine! It was never-ending with him! He wanted to take a wife, but he couldn't imagine one that would like a husband that whined as he did about everything. Pirithous had a kingdom to run someday, but he had the Curse of a lifetime to cast and break. A curse, he might add, that would make his rule a hell of a lot shorter than he would ever imagine. Therefore, his tasks were the ones that would take priority.

"Now listen…in King George's Kingdom, I want you to pay close attention to Prince James, stick closely to him."

"As if I have a choice," he sighed like a bored teenager.

"You don't," he remarked. "Oh! And there's this one other little thing that you might need to know. The Prince recently hit his head…if he or any of his fellow soldiers should call him 'David' a time or two…I'd think nothing of it."

"What's that supposed to-"

"Good-bye!" he shouted, sending him off to a faraway land before he could ask any more questions.

He was busy. He intended to watch David himself, of course, but out in the world, on the way to King Midas territory, he knew that it was unlikely there would be any mirrors to watch, or better yet, hear, from. Aside from that, it wasn't only David he was interested in. Now that he was positive the right twin had the crown, and his future, within his grasp, there was another person he needed to keep his eyes on.

He located Snow White in Sherwood Forest. In order to get to the Dragon, David would have to travel through Sherwood Forest, and he half expected he'd meet the Princess there. But he didn't. He shouldn't have been surprised. He wasn't quite sure how their love story would play out, but he knew that Abigail was going to be part of it. Anything that happened, he figured, wouldn't happen until after the dragon was dead and Midas' offered his daughter to David.

He kept an eye on Snow just as he did David. Sherwood Forest, Midas' Wood, King George's Kingdom, and the outskirts of her own former Kingdom…those were her frequent haunts, and now would be David's as well. If he pulled this off, then they'd be on the road for the next several days giving the pair ample opportunity to meet face to face.

David made it to Midas's Kingdom, and so the hoax began. He watched the pair's interaction, but Midas seemed none the wiser that the man before him was not Prince James. Though it helped, he assumed, that David was always surrounded by George's troops, all of whom were in on the trick, and chosen specifically to make David look good just as he'd instructed. But David…he was an impressive man; well raised. He was good. The kind of person that he could see Snow White falling for easily as opposed to James who was haughty, devious, and spoiled. It was odd how one little detail could allow the future to fall into place so clearly!

David slayed the dragon. To his own shock, he did it on his own. Not George's troops or soldiers, not the special team he'd assembled to keep David alive. David himself was the one who did the deed.

With a bit of luck and bravery and another fallen soldier's sword, he beheaded the creature with a single blow. Afterward, as was custom, the head of the beast was taken back to King George's castle. Royals and their foolish traditions…

Because David had killed the beast, that meant that it was considered his kill, his property. At the castle of King George, where the challenge was issued, that was where the deal between them had to be sealed, the official place that he had to surrender the head to King Midas, in the sight of King George. From his tower he watched as Midas and George did the talking, David stood there pretending, convincingly, that he understood the ins and outs of their movements and negotiations, though he looked a little too mesmerized the moment that Midas touched the head and turned it to gold. And then it happened. Just as he was told it would, but still surprising all the same. When the ritual called for the King to spoil the victor with riches, the daughter, Abigail, entered the room.

Words were exchanged, she looked unimpressed at the boy but eventually shrugged.

David moved forward and began to explain something with a small shake of his head before the King swallowed him up in a hug that lasted too long and yet not long enough! Something important was happening! He was telling him something, obviously enough. But by the time he'd examined the room and found a shiny surface he might peer through to hear what he was saying, it was over; the moment, the words, all of it. And that was why he always preferred to have someone close to the action. When the ritual was concluded, he wasted no time summoning Pirithous back to tell him what happened.

"It was a threat!" the bird burst out the moment he was back. "The King threatened the Prince! He took him aside under Midas' eye and told him that the would kill him, kill his mother, and burn down the Prince's farm if he said anything but 'yes' to the union with Midas' daughter! The Queen has been dead for years! Just what are you playing at?! Who is that in the Prince's clothes?!" he demanded angrily.

He ignored his outburst and kept his hands gathered together in front of him, maintaining his calm demeanor. Whatever Pirithous was feeling wasn't his concern, and he certainly hadn't sent him out there to put it all together on his own.

"Did he say yes?"

"Of course he said yes!" he shouted. "What else would there be to say?! King George is ruthless. My parents want nothing to do with his Kingdom and for good reason. I want nothing to do with it! But I need to know who I'm dealing with before I ascend the throne."

He smirked, but smiling was far from the emotion that he was feeling. He'd put it together and now knew there was a state secret going around. Soon being King would begin to color his thinking and since he'd inherited this job he didn't expect him to be as devoted to it as his dear father had. Indeed, Pirithous made dealing with Theseus look like a pleasure. Perhaps the bird was coming to the end of his usefulness as his rule drew closer. He had a brother, and several cousins that shared family blood, the loyalty he'd demanded from Theseus would work for all of them.

"Worry not, little prince. This is one change that will be of use to you. For if Prince James takes the throne with his bride, I've no doubt that the Kingdom will be a better place under his rule."

He'd hoped that words of prophecy might have had the same effect on Pirithous that they had on Clopin, but instead, the man's eyes narrowed. "Prince James, the real Prince James," he stressed, "is cut from the same cloth as his father. That…man is not Prince James."

"All will be revealed in good time."

But the dove wouldn't let it go. He could see that plain as day written all over his face. The wheels in his head were turning; pieces were coming together. But the full story was still just beyond his reach, and he felt confident that unless he talked to David himself, it always would be. Most of the soldiers who knew who he was had been killed. Midas had no idea. George wouldn't tell for that reason alone. And he was certain that David would keep his secret for his mother's sake, and his mother would keep it for David's sake. Unless David chose to tell Snow White, the secret would die with him. But he could see easily enough in Pirithous eyes that it wasn't good enough for him.

Damn.

"Send me back."

"What?!" he shrieked. "Before you were begging me to leave you be, why would you want to go back?"

"In a few days, the Prince, whoever he may be, and Abigail are moving from King Midas' current palace into his new home. But tomorrow morning the Prince is going somewhere. Before I left, he asked one of the stable hands to prepare a horse for the journey in the morning. He begged the King to excuse him from breakfast and he agreed, reminding him again not to make a choice he'd regret. What is going on? I want to know! If that means I have to go back to find out, then so be it!"

Useful information, Pirithous had always provided useful information and done good work for him, but only so long as he wasn't attached to his work. With emotions that strong, as much as he wanted to see where he would go, he couldn't allow it. Not anymore.

"Too bad!" he laughed, with a snap of his fingers the bird was back in his own bed Kingdoms away from here. With any luck he would know to keep his mouth shut. He'd hate for the family to lose their King and their Prince all at once.

#Rumbelle #Rumple #Rumpelstiltskin #Dark One #Dove #David #Prince Charming #Prince James #King George #King Midas #Princess Abigail #ouat #ouat fanfiction #fanfic