#he builds weapons/repairs weapons and tracks vampires!!!

[wraithlafitte]

even it up

pairing: dean winchester x f!reader

CONTENT: violence (hunting), graphic descriptions of injuries and repairing them, SMUT, unprotected piv, dean might have a pain kink (or a competency kink), praise (m!receiving), blowjob, riding, (reckless) choking, edging (m!receiving), begging, biting, overstimulation

word count: 4.7k

a/n: part 2 to bitchin'. sorry it took so long! i got busy with schoolwork, but the semester's almost up so we'll be back to our regularly scheduled programming soon. thanks for your patience!

Silence filled the rental car as you and Dean drove to the location you'd tracked the missing vampires to. You had woken up tangled together, naked, dried bodily fluids a stark reminder of how far you'd fallen. You hadn't said a word to him all morning, and even Dean was devoid of his usual quips. At least you seemed to agree: last night was a mistake, and shouldn't happen again.

You parked the car in an unmarked, cracked parking lot a few blocks away from the abandoned house. Dean was out the door before you pulled the key from the ignition, rushing to the trunk to grab his weapons. You sighed and went after him, slamming the door behind you.

You stopped to the side of the trunk. "Dean."

"What," came his gruff reply from under the trunk lid. The sparse weeds growing through the pavement were suddenly very interesting.

"We should talk-"

Dean slammed the lid of the trunk, causing you to jump, and tossed you a machete, which you caught easily despite being startled.

"Let's just get the job done," he said, his face hard and unyielding as he made eye contact with you.

You looked away quickly, avoiding his stony gaze. "Fine," you mumbled. Those weeds sure were growing. Kind of how Dean had started to grow on you... persistent, despite the unforgiving terrain.

Shaking your head, you fell into step behind Dean as he started walking down the uneven sidewalk.

Your hands were deft as you picked the lock of the back door to the old, peeling green house. All the windows were boarded up, so you had no idea what was waiting for you directly behind this door, but if there was one thing you could count on, it's that if something did charge you, Dean would chop its head off. Not necessarily because he wanted to save you, but because he liked killing monsters. And you had a feeling that he had some anger he might want to take out on something deserving.

The lock finally clicked and you pushed the door open cautiously. It opened into a dirty mudroom, scattered with shoes and coats of all sizes and styles. Your stomach turned as you realized they must have belonged to victims.

Dean noticed it too. "Let's go," he said grimly and pushed past you into the building, machete held high.

You picked up your own machete from the ground where you had set it to pick the lock and followed Dean. He was quick, peeking past corners before whipping around and advancing down the hallways, pressed flat against the wall. You were less... dramatic about your caution, choosing to let him clear the way.

Dean stopped suddenly and threw an arm back, stopping you in place. For a second, you were distracted by the way his hand pressed back against you, fingers almost curling around your shirt, touching but not quite. A breeze through a broken window sent a wave of his Old Spice scent in your direction that almost overtook you. Then you came to your senses and slapped his hand away.

You peered past him to see what it was. You had come across a bedroom, in which three vampires were snoring away unwittingly. You recognized them from the warehouse.

Dean looked back at you and nodded, creeping into the room. You each went to a side of the bed and made eye contact over the sleeping monsters in front of you.

One, Dean mouthed, raising his blade.

Two, and you followed suit.

Three, and both of you swung. The blood of two vampires splattered the white sheets, and the third leapt up immediately, fangs descending. She stood on the bed, ready to pounce on Dean, when you pulled her legs out from under her. The vamp fell to the mattress, where you unceremoniously chopped off its head.

"Nice move," Dean muttered, wiping his blade and already walking towards the door. "Let's clear the rest of the house."

You checked the remaining rooms on the ground floor, while Dean hurried upstairs. You found nothing in the dilapidated rooms except some mice and rotting wood floors.

A loud pounding and scuffling sounded on the ceiling above you, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of metal hitting the floor. You turned and ran up the stairs two at a time.

Dean was locked in hand-to-hand combat with a vamp on the landing, his machete lying some distance away. Blood trickled down his temple. The ornate bronze candlestick the vampire wielded had a matching red stain.

The vampire hooked his beefy arm around Dean's neck and slammed him face first into the wall, shattering the glass on a picture frame that hung there. You seized the opportunity of having his back to you and rushed up behind him, hacking at his neck. Only his neck was so thick and muscular that your blade barely went through a third of it.

The vamp dropped Dean on the ground and slowly turned on you, your machete still stuck in its neck. Your eyes darted to where Dean's machete had fallen, and you scrambled backwards to pick it up, almost tripping on a rug in the process, but successfully retrieving it anyway. You brandished in front of you as you got backed into a corner, your last line of defense.

It had the audacity to laugh at you. "You think that's gonna work?" he taunted, bearing down on you and shadowing you from the meager sunlight coming through a window in an adjacent room.

In your periphery, you saw Dean rising from the ground, eyes fixed on the weapon stuck in the vampire's neck. You suppressed the urge to glance at him fully as he crept up behind the monster. He took hold of the machete handle and yanked.

It was no good. The vamp whirled on him, socking him in the jaw. You saw your chance. Dean was down for the count and the vampire had its back turned again. You ran up and swung with all your might in the opposite direction. The vamp's head rolled.

Dean looked up at you from the ground where he had fallen, panting hard. “You’re welcome,” he breathed heavily.

“For what? I saved your ass,” you reminded him, holding out a hand to help him up.

“If I hadn’t distracted it, you wouldn’t have been able to get it,” he said while standing, obviously trying to repair his ego.

You rolled your eyes and dropped his hand roughly. “Oh please.” You started down the stairs to head back to the car.

“At least we got them all now,” Dean commented, stomping down the stairs behind you.

You ignored him all the way back to the car and all the way back to the hotel as he continued to try to convince you that you hadn’t done all the work.

The sun was setting by the time you got back to the hotel, all shades of red and orange that reminded you of the blood you had spilled today. It reflected off the Impala, parked in front of the side door of the hotel. And it bathed Dean in a warm golden light that bounced off his freckled skin and made him look like he was glowing.

Ew, what am I thinking, you scolded yourself. He's just sweaty. He's a gross, sweaty man who you hate and never want to be intimate with again. He doesn't look sexy at all right now.

You were brought back to earth as Dean winced heavily while hauling his bag out of your trunk to transfer it to his car. His hand went to his ribs, tenderly feeling around for cracks.

"You should come inside so I can check you out," you said without thinking.

Dean looked at you incredulously. "Yeah, I bet you'd love to check me out, but I gotta go."

You rolled your eyes, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "Not what I meant. You're obviously hurt, let me take a look. I can patch you up better than you can yourself."

He threw his bag into the trunk of the Impala and slammed it shut. "Fine. If you'll let me leave after."

You prepared your first aid kit while Dean stripped off his top layers. You could have just gotten what you needed as you went, but you were preparing yourself for seeing him shirtless again... in the same environment that you'd fucked in last night.

You turned around, heart rate picking up. You were just making yourself nervous more than anything. You'd seen him shirtless thousands of times before. It's fine, it's normal.

And there he was.

Half-naked.

Sweaty.

Groaning.

Dean sat down gingerly on the edge of the bed, trying to look down his side, where deep red bruises were already formed. They were accompanied by a gash on his chest, presumably where the vampire's claws had cut into his skin as it tossed him around.

You kneeled in front of him and began examining his ribs, making sure to be gentle as you ran your fingers over each bone. Goosebumps rose on his flesh in the path of your hands. "Well, good news, nothing's broken."

Dean gave a pained sort of grimace-smile. "Great. So I can leave." He made to get up off the bed, but you held down his thighs.

"Not so fast," you said. "Let me fix up that cut."

"It's fine, really, I can do it myself," he protested. He met your determined gaze and slumped back.

"Fine. Make it quick."

You poured some antiseptic on a gauze pad. "This is gonna sting."

"I know, sweetheart, this ain't my first rodeo," Dean griped.

You gave him an expressionless look like I-am-so-done-with-you and pressed the soaked gauze to the cut. Dean hissed through his teeth, fingers tightening into the blanket beneath him. You wiped away the blood and the grime, revealing how deep the cut was.

"I'm gonna have to close this up," you told him. "It's deeper than I thought." You begin rummaging through the first-aid kit for the suture needle you knew was around somewhere. A hunter's first-aid kit was a little more elaborate than most.

You carefully threaded the needle, tongue poking through your lips, then looked up at him. "Ready?"

Dean's expression hardened and he grabbed the t-shirt he had been wearing, wadded up one end, and shoved it in his mouth.

Your brow furrowed in concentration as you wove the needle through his delicate skin, meticulously joining the two sides. You worked as quickly and as steadily as you could, painstakingly making sure to sew him up in a way that wouldn't scar too much. Dean did his best to keep quiet, occasionally grunting in pain, his face scrunching up around the shirt in his mouth.

You reached the end of the cut and adeptly tied off the thread, snipping the loose end off. Dean spat the chunk of t-shirt out of his mouth and tossed it to the side.

You made eye contact for a moment as you covered the wound site with a bandage, then Dean shifted his eyes to the side. "Thanks," he said after a minute.

"You sure you want to go? Why don't you rest one more night before getting on the road?" you asked softly, placing your hand on his knee soothingly. His leg twitched under your hand.

"I should go...." Dean protested half-heartedly, not making any move to get up. Did he want to stay?

"Got somewhere to be, Winchester?" you teased. Testing your theory, you rubbed his thigh a couple times. His eyes fluttered half-closed and he looked at you darkly through his lashes.

"Don't," he murmured, uncharacteristically non-combative. His hand crept around your wrist, holding your hand on his leg.

You looked up at him from your place between his legs. "You say one thing, but do another," you said softly. "What do you want, Dean?"

Dean bit his lip and let go of your hand, clasping his together in his lap and dropping his gaze to them. You waited a beat, then grabbed his hands, pulling them to your chest.

"Look at me, Dean," you commanded. His eyes flew up in surprise. "Tell me what you want."

His expression changed from surprised to irritated to aroused. He grabbed you by the shoulders.

"You."

You grinned and stood up to clamber onto him, leaning down to capture his lips in a kiss, Dean's hands ghosting across your back and legs, helping you into his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him as close as possible as you made out and rolled your hips down onto his hardening cock.

Dean groaned and broke away. "Let me fuck you," he rasped, pupils blown.

A lovely mischievous idea occurred to you. You pouted. "You'll hurt yourself. Let me take care of you." You slid off his lap onto the floor and turned away, pulling your own shirt over your head. "Get comfortable on the bed."

In the fake gold plated mirror on the wall, you saw Dean look you up and down hungrily. Then he quickly stripped the rest of his clothes off and sat against the headboard. You slowly lowered your jeans, then your panties, being as teasing as possible, knowing he was watching.

"Come here," he barked finally. You turned to face him, bra still covering your breasts.

"So demanding," you breathed, but went to him anyway. You sat down on his thighs and looped your arms around his neck again, pulling him in for a kiss, which he swerved in favor of mouthing kisses into your neck and jaw. You moaned a little as he paid attention to a sensitive vein. Your hips almost involuntarily rolled forward, meeting his lower stomach.

His hands, which had just been resting on your thighs, squeezed harshly into the supple flesh of your hips. You yelped as he dug his fingers into the bruises he had left the day before.

"You said you would take care of me," Dean said snarkily, staring pointedly at his cock between you. You smirked and wrapped your hand around its base, admiring the reddening tip. You slowly squeezed your hand up from the base to the tip, and were rewarded with a thick drop of precum leaking out and dripping down the side. Dean huffed, a dark flush spreading across his neck and chest.

You scooted down his legs until your face was level with his crotch. Making teasing eye contact with him, you slowly stuck out your tongue and licked his cock from his balls up, flicking off the tip. Dean growled, his skin and gaze fiery.

"Quit'cher teasing," he slurred, tilting his head back to knock against the headboard.

You found significant pleasure in weakening him, and although you'd have liked to keep teasing him, you wanted to make him come undone. So you took his cock into your mouth, sucking gently on the fat head, savoring the salty taste of him.

"Fuck," Dean whispered, head still back, eyes closed. You swirled your tongue around a few times, then started lowering your head, taking him further and further into your mouth. He reached for your head but you caught his hand and held it down to the bed.

You raised your head, letting his cock fall from your mouth, a string of drool still connecting the two. "Trust me," you said, raising your eyebrow.

"I don't trust you as far as I can throw you," he groaned.

"Don't make me tie you down," you warned. "I will."

"I'd like to see you try- ngh!" You squeezed the base of his cock tightly and watched as it turned red and Dean squirmed beneath you, mouth agape and panting. He truly was a beautiful, lewd sight.

"Mind your stitches," you reminded him gently. "Lie still." You loosened your hold on his cock and began sliding your hand along it languidly.

Dean visibly relaxed, eyes fluttering open. You lowered your mouth back onto his cock, taking him all the way to the back of your throat and swallowing around him. Your eyes watered and stung, but the groan he let out was worth it. You repeated the process a couple more times, then pulled off and looked up at him. He regarded you darkly and lustfully as you grabbed his hand and brought it to the side of your face, allowing him to lace his fingers through your hair and grab a handful.

A handhold.

You nodded slightly and dropped your jaw, mouth waiting above his heavy cock. Dean's mouth slowly grew into a grin.

"Want me to fuck your face, huh? Guess that's one way you can help me out." He shoved your head down onto him. You gagged as his tip hit the back of your throat. "Fucking slut, letting a guy fuck your mouth just 'cuz you feel sorry for him." He began bobbing your head up and down. His grip on your hair made your scalp tingle.

You made a little moan of protest. It turned into the most obscene gurgling, gagging sound as he continued to use you like a human fleshlight.

You gripped his wrist and tugged his hand out of your hair so you could pull off of his cock. You looked at him through narrowed eyes. "I will stop."

"Yeah, right," Dean scoffed, out of breath. "You practically threw yourself on me."

You smirked, moving up to straddle him, and pinned his hand to the headboard. "I think you'll find that, both times, it was the other way around."

Before Dean knew what was happening, you ambushed him with a handcuff snapping around his wrist, the other side looped haphazardly on the bedpost. It didn't matter that it wasn't secure. He didn't have enough leverage to lift it over the tall post and free himself.

While he snarled, distracted, you trapped his other wrist in the same way. You smiled down at him sweetly when his angry face turned to you.

"I did warn you," you said, grinding down on his lap. "But I guess I should've known better than to give you any control. It was always going to come to this, wasn't it?"

"You bitch," Dean said through gritted teeth, straining forward against his restraints.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his neck, his jaw, his earlobe. "Just say the word if it's too much."

You felt him relax underneath you, then he nipped at your ear. "How weak do you think I am? Do your worst," he sneered.

You rose above him, triumphant. "Oh, I will, baby." You ground your wet core against his cock, still slick with your spit. He ground his teeth more, trying not to react. You threaded your fingers through his hair and tugged gently.

And oh, how beautiful it was that he let his head loll back, giving himself into your control, eyes fluttering shut. Then he seemed to snap to his senses and he opened his eyes, muttering, "Just ride me already."

"Patience," you whispered, and began kissing him. You kissed down his neck, across his chest (avoiding the stitches), down his stomach through the soft hairs that led back down to his pretty cock, laying on his stomach and leaving droplets of precum like dew in the hairs.

You blew softly across his length as you considered the best way to make him unravel for you. He let out a low groan, quiet and strained. You smiled to yourself and lowered your mouth back onto his cock, running your tongue lightly along the thick vein that ran up its underside, tracing the life-force that pulsated beneath his skin. He huffed softly in quick succession.

"Breathe," you murmured against his dick, and licked the tip gently, slo-o-owly. Dean made a pretty noise that was halfway a grunt and halfway a breathy sigh, and your pussy fluttered between your legs.

You clambered back up his body, your knees framing his waist as you hovered over him. His eyes were completely clouded by lust, an eager expression taking over his face. You took hold of his cock and lined it up with your body. His breath hitched in anticipation.

You cocked your head, smiling. "What do you say?"

Dean scowled. "Fuck you, I'm not begging."

"Oh, but you already have, Dean." You stroke his cock gently where it waits between your legs. "What's one more word?"

His eyes threatened to close against his will. He gritted his teeth, opened his mouth, closed it, sighed, and spoke. "Please," he whispered.

"Good boy," you praised, sinking down onto his cock slowly. You moaned loudly as you felt him fill you up again. It almost felt better now that you were taking your time with him. Dean moaned softly, arms finally relaxing in his bonds.

Your head dipped down and you kissed him. His mouth was soft and pliant against yours, not fighting, not working to dominate, and you had the fleeting thought that you had tamed him. You didn't know how, but in this moment, he was completely submissive. And you liked it.

You raised yourself up and drew off his cock until just the head remained inside, then slid back down slowly, like you had at first. Dean leaned forward, held back somewhat by the cuffs, to suck and press kisses to your breasts. You ground down on him, pressing his cock as far in as it would go until it ached, and your chest vibrated with Dean's responding groan.

"Please move," he begged hoarsely, hips twitching underneath you.

"Since you asked nicely," you breathed. You began rolling your hips against his steadily, watching as his pleasure flickered through his rugged features. It was a stark contrast to last night, when he had been scowling and making quips the entire time as he fucked you into the mattress. This was almost... loving. Or perhaps you were simply providing him a service. You did agree to take care of him, and maybe that's what he needed.

You reached up and unclasped the handcuff on Dean's left hand, somehow trusting that he would not go anywhere. His eyes flew open and his hand was on you like it was a magnet and your hip was the opposite charge. His hand massaged into the flesh of your hip, making a dull ache arise from the bruises of the previous night.

You looked into his eyes as both your moans filled the air. They were wide and asking, and since his hand was gentle on your body, and he had been on such good behavior, you released his other hand as well.

It was like a switch flipped. His right hand darted to your waist and dug in, the hand on your hip tightening as well as he took control of your movement. You yelped and he began pushing you faster, your thighs screaming with effort as you tried to regain control.

"Dean," you gasped, clawing at his shoulders.

He grinned, slamming your hips down on him until you were forced to fall against his shoulder. "You were too slow," he gasped between heavy breaths, the wind rushing from his lungs each time your hips met his.

You managed to push yourself back up, bracing your forearm against his throat. His gasps turned ragged as you cut off his air. His thrusts slowed as you regained control of him.

"Be good," you said harshly, catching your breath and narrowing your gaze. "Only good boys get what they want." Dean scowled as he realized you were parroting his words from the night before.

"Fuck you," he spat hoarsely, voice barely audible from the pressure on his vocal cords. You cocked an eyebrow and leaned a little heavier on his throat. His cock twitched inside you.

Letting up on his throat just enough that he could breathe, you picked yourself up and began fucking yourself on his cock again, this time fully in control as his hands just clutched at your hips. You swear he went bug-eyed at the renewed friction combined with his light-headedness.

You felt pressure build in your core as you watched Dean's face, red and straining, mouth hanging open as he gasped in a desperate bid for a full breath. All that came from his mouth were raspy moans and heaves. He seemed determined not to beg still. You supposed he had been faking before. That wouldn't do.

"Tell me when you're close, baby," you purred in his ear as you began rubbing your clit, the sensation causing you to clench around him tightly. You readjusted the arm on his throat so he could speak.

"I'm close," you continued. "If I come on your cock, can you take it? Or will it be too much?" You pouted in mock pity. Dean was barely listening, eyes rolled back in his head, mouth moving in something that might have been words, if he wasn't so pussy-drunk and oxygen-deprived.

The look on his face finally pushed you over the edge, and you fell on his mouth hungrily as your pussy spasmed around him, eating up his desperate whines and moans as they fell from his lips.

You didn't stop your pace, overstimulating yourself and building another orgasm while Dean... finally broke.

"Please," he gasped hoarsely into your mouth, teeth clashing against yours as he jerked forward, drawn towards you, needing to be closer and closer and closer. "I'm so close."

You smirked down at him and slowed drastically. He was going to feel everything you were subjected to last night. He whined and buried his face in your chest, hips wiggling in an attempt to thrust into you again. "What do you say?"

"I just did," he growled, scraping his teeth over your skin.

"You didn't," you said cheerily. "You know what you need to tell me."

He let out a drawn-out groan followed by what could be considered somewhat of a sob. "Fuck."

"That's not it," you chastised.

Dean gritted his teeth and looked up at you, meeting your gaze. But he couldn't hold it. "I need to come," he whispered, eyes dropping. "Please make me come."

You resumed your last pace, touching yourself and clenching down on him as your body reacted to the feelings. Dean let out a broken moan as you leaned on his throat again. "Fuck- fuck-" he gasped against your skin, more his mouth just forming the words than speaking, hot and wet and open. His entire body tensed and he stopped breathing for just a moment-

And then he came inside you, shuddering and digging his nails into your hips so tightly you thought you might bleed. You didn't slow until you were following him, wringing every drop from his spent cock as he begged you to slow down in half-human sounds. You didn't slow until you were overstimulating yourself too, and he was straining against your arm, all but crying as his face contorted, all gritted teeth and tense muscles and red cheeks.

At last, you seated yourself fully on him and just stayed there, finally un-obstructing his airway. Dean's hands fell limply to your sides as his chest heaved, panting heavily and looking at you with a glazed expression as his cock jerked weakly inside you.

You made a quick scan of his injuries. Nothing had burst or ripped. He was catching his breath. Satisfied that he was physically okay, you smirked down at him.

"Now we're even," you told him slyly, dragging yourself off of him and laying down beside him.

"Fuck you," he croaked.

You smiled and nipped at his jaw. "Think you better just stay the night, wouldn't want you to drive like this."

Dean hesitated, then decided to take the bait. "Like what?"

"All weak and worn out," you said sympathetically. "Driving tired from a good fucking is the same as driving drunk, you know."

He let out a sharp chuckle. "I don't think that's how the saying goes."

"Really?" you asked sweetly, propping yourself on one elbow to look at him. "Could've sworn it was something like that...." You pretended to think.

"I'll stay," Dean sighed, snaking his arm around you and pulling you into his side. "If you promise we can do this again before checkout."

"I don't know," you said. "We might sleep too long. We might have to take it out to the car."

Dean shivered at the thought of fucking you in his Impala. "I guess that wouldn't be so bad."

#supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfic #spn smut #spn fanfiction #supernatural smut #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester smut #dean winchester #supernatural #spn #userwraith

[wcrstarter]

@skjebne​

It had been four winters since Viktor had tried to kill her and exiled her to the new world. The first winter she had spent largely healing from the terrible burns she had suffered, hiding in a cave that provided her shelter without wild animals bothering her during the daylight hours. Once her burns had faded into scars, the vampiress had swiftly gotten to work on building herself a homestead, felling timber from the forest around her and building a sturdy small cabin not too far from her original resting place. Her old amor and weapons were stored int he back of the cave, with a few personal effects that she kept out of sentiment but didn’t want to see daily.

She learned the lands she had settled on, every inch of terrain, the animals that roamed it, the river that ran nearby and where the clay deposits were in its bed in case she ever had to repair the insulation of her cabin. After four winters in she knew every rock, tree and plant of the territory, every water source and the behaviour of the animals that dwelled alongside her. Sonja had been forced into being entirely self reliant and had not spoken to another human, vampire, or lycan in her exile. None lived near her settlement, and she doubted that trade would have been an option, her father’s control ran deep. But she knew how to survive, how to garden and grow what she couldn’t always forage, allowing her to build a hive to keep bees in order to make herself beeswax candles to burn. A simple luxury, she didn’t need anything to see in the dark, but she still enjoyed her creature comforts. It was the same reason she used a portion of the honey to brew herself meade, it made the longer and colder nights more tolerable on her own. In truth she was quite comfortable being on her own in a remote wild location, but as the years had progressed she had begun to long for company and news. What became of the lycans? Of Lucian? Was her father still in control or had another usurped him? Did she dare try to venture back to Europe to find out, or at least see if there was a human settlement closer to the coastline where she might at least find companionship?

Sonja had ventured out to hunt down her meal for the night, following the scent and tracks of an elk that had strayed from the herd. Night had only just fallen, only the light of the moon lit the way between the trees. She grew closer and closer to the elk, moving silently through the brush and readied herself at the sight of the animal close by. The vampiress dropped into a crouch and waited until the animal came just a little closer, then launched herself at the beast. She went to snap its neck to prevent herself from being gouged by its antlers or hooves, just as a bright light flashed through the forest followed by a concussive boom that left her ears ringing.

Hissing she jerked away, allowing the elk to bound away, disoriented from the sudden event and staggering about until her equilibrium was restored. She had no idea what could have caused such a noise and a flash, and was irritated at the loss of her meal. She weighed her options for a moment, then decided to head towards where she had seen the flash of light originate and the unfamiliar scents on the breeze.Something or someone new was in her territory, and she would find out what it was and decide on what to do from there.

#skjebne #--&;in chara

[narsh-poptarts]

I’m allowed to be obsessed with vampire AUs okay

This is River Lucas! (AU version of my protoman, Red) He’s a vampire hunter sniper who is sympathetic towards vampires and believes that coexistence is actually possible. Due to this rather unpopular opinion though, he was killed by one of his companions out of the belief that vampires had corrupted his mind. Before he could die, he was thankfully turned, saving his life. This is him pre-turning :0

Now he’s a vampire vampire hunter :D

with a gun!!!!

#two guns actually #and 3 knives #vampire AU #vampire hunter #my art #joined this au with a couple of friends actually!!!!! #so so fun #he actually!!! has powers as well #an aura detection/tracking ability #and a metal manipulation power #he builds weapons/repairs weapons and tracks vampires!!! #i'm! a little obsessed with this au #that's okay tho because i am FILLED with joy #he is also much much stronger than he looks #the shirt does a lot to keep those muscles hidden #also! he's a lefty cuz i said so #spends a lot of his time on stakeouts #hangs out with a vampire on said stakeouts #staking out other vampires #occasionally shooting said vampires #the aura tracking is like!! he has two modes #he has a searching mode and he has a tracking mode #searching is just like sending out a signal and listening in #getting closer and closer and narrowing down by types until you find your target #tracking is starting with a particular aura and tracing it to its source #involves having something that actually belonged to the person because their aura will be on it #it's like following a thread #and then the metal manipulation is just basically being able to mold metal like clay #still weighs the same and he can't make it float #he can just mold it with his hands

[ofhunterblood]

Name: Ederick Stephens

Nickname(s): Rik, Stephens

Age: 31 (January 8th, 1990)

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Occupation: Hunter / Repairs Specialist

+ / - Traits: Logical, Disciplined, Trustworthy | Aggressive, Cynical, Hardened

Fandoms: Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries, The Originals

TMZ: EST

Relationship Status: Single

Bio:

Ederick Benjamin Stephens was born to Julian Mayer-Stephens and Marcus Stephens in Ashwood, Montana. His mother worked as a legal secretary and his father was a carpenter who had a knack for building and fixing practically anything he could get his hands on. They lived in the town of Ashwood as a typical family with their love of the holidays, community events and block parties, it was the ideal place to raise a family.

When Ederick got older, his father would take him to job sites and teach him all about construction, the ins and outs of building and repairs, it was their way of bonding, though it became a passion for the boy. He loved doing things with his hands, but more importantly, he wanted to be like his father. His mother was more of the authority figure in the home, at times that made Ederick frustrated, but he was still a momma's boy. When she wasn't working, they would take bike rides for hours to the park and get some ice cream before dinner. If she was late from work, he wouldn't, and couldn't, go to sleep without getting a hug goodnight from her. His family meant the world to him.

As the teenage years occurred, Ederick's focus became sports. Most of the sports he tried he excelled in, but his love for basketball overshadowed the others. On the night of his junior year, varsity basketball championship game, he noticed his father in the stands, but his mother wasn't beside him cheering him on. He figured she had been running late and continued playing the game, but his world crashed to a halt when he watched his father being led out of the gymnasium by a couple officers. Something within him knew that his mother wasn't going to be showing, he could sense it. At that moment, he could care less about the game, and ran off the court to catch up to his father.

When Marcus and Ederick returned home from identifying Julia's body, they sat at their kitchen table in silence. After a while, Ederick questioned how his mother could have succumbed to an animal attack with injuries only appearing on her neck, as well as a smudged lipstick stained kiss to her forehead. It was in that moment, with a fit of rage, that Marcus explained to his son what really happened to his mother. She had been killed by a vampire .A vengeful one. His father clearly knew something more, but wasn't sharing the details with him. Instead, Ederick was told to pack up his clothes because they were heading to see someone.

  After they arrived in a small town called River Hill, Wyoming, everything Ederick knew had changed. He met his fathers mother, Evangeline, and learned of the true history of his family. He was led to believe his father was orphaned, when in reality, he left home at a young age because he didn't want to be a part of his family "tradition" of being a hunter. Eva was a well known hunter, merciless, and took her work seriously, so when Marcus didn't want any involvement, the community was shocked, but after what happened to Julia, he realized the mistake he made and didn't want Ederick to follow in the footsteps of that error. From that day forward, Eva began training her grandson, ruthlessly.

  It had taken Ederick a couple years of harsh weapons training, hand to hand combat, and learning the ways of expert tracking before Marcus felt confident in his son's new way of life. Once Ederick was deemed trained, Eva took him on hunts to get hands-on experience. She wasn't surprised to see how much of a natural her grandson was. It didn't take too long before she gave him the go ahead to go on a hunt on his own.

Facts:

Marcus and Eva taught Ederick to be hateful toward the supernatural and use his training to seek revenge through every kill. Kill or be killed was the motto they always followed.

Ederick is not very trusting, but if someone does manage to gain that trust, he is loyal to them through, almost, anything.

People refer to Ederick as a jack of all trades. Building things, repairing things, it’s his therapy and his source of income.

Ederick has had his string of romances, but nothing that was life changing. It was another layer of his trust issues that he didn’t like to address. Casual intimacy is the way to go.

#independent roleplay #indie rp #spn indie rp #supernatural indie rp #tvd indie rp #tvd independent rp #the originals rp #oc roleplay #original character #indie roleplay

[blkjkr]

Jisoo: The End of Utopia

The days leading up to the attack went on as normal. From morning until dusk the couple would be in the town helping the lower class citizens with anything they needed from getting medicine, helping repair a hole in a roof to teaching the children how to read and write. Jisoo’s favorite thing to do was cook meals and tend to the children, supplying toys to keep them occupied and out of trouble in between lessons and as their parents worked. 

One day as Hakyeon and her were at the market shopping for supplies that they needed before heading home the female stopped in her tracks. Somewhere in the crowd she could have sworn she had picked up on someone's thoughts. Though unclear on what they were thinking about an uneasy feeling washed upon her, enough so that her husband could tell something was wrong. Undenounced to his wife, he picked up on the same thought and felt the same uneasy feeling. “What’s wrong my dear?” He had asked in a gentle tone, putting a hand on her back and guiding her to an unoccupied pathway between two buildings.  “I.. I don’t know. I overheard a thought in a mind full with malice and unkind intensions.” Jisoo had replied, looking at either side of the alley, hoping to pick back up on the strangers mind. “For some reason it gave me a terrible feeling of something ominous coming.” Though he had understood her feeling quite well her husband did his best to shake it off for he didn’t want to worry her. He heard the exact same she had and it was almost like it was meant for them to hear, as if it was a warning of some sort. “Please do not worry. I’m sure it was nothing to dwell on.” Hakyeon had said with a gentle kiss to her forehead, using powers of his own to calm the storm he knew was forming in her mind and the two of them made the rest of their trip short to head back to their home quickly.

The next couple days went without any incident and the thought that Jisoo had overheard was no longer prominent in the females mind, figuring whomever had that thought was upset over something small. Their lives resumed as normal; helping the people in town and heading home. Little did the two of them know by the time dawn broke, everything would change.

Hakyeon was restless that night and urged his wife to bed with the promise that he wouldn’t be far behind. Though their day was normal a sense of dread loomed over his heart as the sky lost its light. He spent a little extra time over dinner admiring his love and taking in every feature of her that he could for he didn’t know what tomorrow would hold. Once dinner was cleaned up he had let his staff leave early, paying them more than their usual generous amount. The male had called upon the help of one of the owls near by to be his eyes, allowing entrance in to see what the bird did and eventually spotted five humans heading along the path to their house strapped with various weapons- some of which he had known wouldn’t do too much damage but there were some he had never seen before in his lengthy existence.

He wasted no time in crossing the house to the room he had shared with his wife and took one last look as she slept peacefully. Kneeling down he brushed a strand of hair away from her face before gently shaking her awake and urged her to get ready. Just one look into his eyes she had known something was happening and she urged him to let her stay. “I’m staying! You trained me for this. You know I can fight along side you..” Jisoo looked at him as she put on the skirt of her hanbok, securing it in place. “I did train you and your skills may have even surpassed mine but you have to listen to me, love. You have to go.” Hakyeon watched her, moving to help her with her top and secure the fabric in place and placed another layer on top. Even though he knew the elements wouldn’t affect them the same way they did humans, he instinctively did what he good to protect his wife. He knew that if the two of them stayed, they both may not make it to sunrise and that was a risk he wasn’t willing to take. What mattered to him was making sure the woman he loved more than anything would make it through the night. “Now is not the time to be stubborn and fight me. Please just listen to me. I need you to run. I need you to run as fast as you can and as far as you can, no matter what you see, no matter what you hear don’t stop. Okay?” He held her arms firmly as he spoke for as much as he wanted her to stay he needed to let her go. “I promise I’ll find you in the morning. At the first light I’ll find you, okay?”

"You’ve always been a horrible liar, Hakyeon.” She knew there would be no finding each other again in the morning. Jisoo did all she could to hold back her tears, finally giving into her husbands last wish. Before parting ways she placed a final kiss goodbye to his lips and grabbed her sword, the sword that she had spent two centuries practicing with and head out. The woman took one final look back at her home and took a deep breath, running as far and as deep in the woods as she could before stopping. She could no longer see the house and what was happening.

The vampire had moved to an area hidden by rocks, fallen trees and dense vegetation. Jisoo took a deep breath and closed her eyes and although it was something she had never done before she tried to get into her husbands mind and see what was going on and to her surprise it was successful. She had seen everything that was going on and watched helplessly in horror at the scene that was playing out. Every muscle in her body twitched to go back and help her husband. The hunters weren’t playing fair and the last thing the female saw was a long silver blade lunge for the man she had loved and getting pushed out of his mind. She covered her mouth in horror to muffle her cries, trying to get back into his mind but hit a wall with each attempt that was made.

She had watched the sun appear over the horizon, completely numb to every emotion. After what felt like an eternity, the woman pushed herself off the snow covered ground and made her way back to the home. When Jisoo returned she was welcomed with the overwhelming scent of blood. The space she had shared with her husband was ransacked of all valuable possessions with barely anything left standing beyond smoldering left overs from a fire that destroyed everything else. Her eyes had searched for a sign that her husband was alive although she had known it was a useless endeavor. Under the ash she had spotted a reflection of something that was catching the rays of the sun and unburied the hairpin Hakyeon had always kept within the fabric of his robes. The hairpin was special to him for it was given to him by his wife the day they had gotten married. Her body collapsed, clutching the pin so tightly to her chest that her knuckles became white and cried in agony.

The female laid within the rubble as a mix of snow and cinder fell around her. Why couldn’t she have been with him? Why did he leave her all alone? Why couldn’t they have run away together? Why couldn’t it have been her instead? Jisoo’s chest ached. A heart once filled with love and compassion ached as pain, sorrow and anger took its place.

#j: self para #there may be triggering content #tw: death

[nicolasnelson]

Sizzie fic - Powerless to Your Touch [oneshot]

Title: Powerless to Your Touch Relationship: Lizzie Saltzman/Sebastian Additional Tags: Blood drinking, power dynamics, kinky, rated M Words: 1,738

Summary: Lizzie is worried her dad will catch Sebastian drinking blood off campus, so she offers Sebastian her blood.

Requested by anon // Prompt: lizzie offers herself so seb won't be kicked out of the school and lizzie ends up enjoying being bitten

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“You need to be careful, Sebastian. I don’t want my dad to catch you.”

The corner of Sebastian’s mouth quirked up. “He won’t. I have made sure to follow your turnip-headed friend’s advice and erase the memories of the humans I feed upon. And I hide the bite marks very well if I do say so myself. None of that ‘neck scarves’ nonsense.”

Lizzie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. She knew her father had a tracking spell on Sebastian, and he was already suspicious that Sebastian went into town so often at night. It was only a matter of time before he followed Sebastian and caught him in the act. Then he’d have the perfect excuse to kick Sebastian out of school.

“Please, Sebastian, just try the school blood bags again.” Lizzie was getting desperate. She couldn’t bear the thought of Sebastian being kicked out of school. He wasn’t even properly enrolled yet. Her father insisted he couldn’t start classes until the new semester in January, and he was devising a series of tests that he refused to tell Lizzie anything about.

“I will not weaken myself with rabbit blood to fit in with your father’s ridiculous rules. Vampires are meant to drink human blood. It’s in our nature. To deprive us of our basic needs is unethical, and I will not submit to it.”

“I know,” Lizzie said, frowning. They’d been at this for weeks, but she knew it would go nowhere, and she didn’t want Sebastian to change. She was fine with the fact he drank human blood. He didn’t kill his victims like he did in the middle ages. And it was better to feed on humans rather than witches or werewolves since humans could be compelled to forget.

If only there was a way for him to get blood without leaving campus. An idea occurred to Lizzie. It wasn’t the first time she thought of it, but it was the first time she dared to mention it out loud. 

“What if you drank my blood?”

“No, I couldn’t do that, Elizabeth.”

“I trust you,” Lizzie said, her voice soft and sincere.

He looked up at her, a scared look in his eyes. “It’s not your safety I’m worried about.”

“My father won’t find out. I can heal the bitemarks with magic.”

“No, that is not what I meant. I trust myself to maintain control.” He paused and met her eyes with an intense gaze. “But I don’t trust you.”

Lizzie felt like her heart was shattering. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, masking the hurt in her voice with anger.

“You are a very powerful witch, Elizabeth. Every time we are skin-to-skin, I know that you could easily siphon all the magic out of me. Most of the time I trust you not to do that. But feeding on someone is a lot different. It’ll make your feelings even more intense. You may not be able to hold back, and I would hate for you to kill me by accident. You would never forgive yourself.”

Lizzie scoffed, hardly believing his words. “I wouldn’t try to kill you. Come on, Sebastian. You know I wouldn’t do anything to you.”

“It does not take much to kill a person. Actually, you’ll find it happens far too easily.”

Lizzie wanted to argue more, but she knew he was right to be afraid. “What if there was a way to prevent me from siphoning?”

“Are you suggesting I drink your blood out of a goblet like a bloody king?”

“Not at all.” Lizzie lifted her chin, a glint in her eyes. “I’ll be right back.” She got up from her bed and left the room.

Lizzie crept into her dad’s office and opened the bookshelf he used to hide his weapons. She picked up the one she needed and returned to her bedroom. Sebastian was still waiting on the bed, eyeing her curiously.

“What are those?” he asked.

“Cursed shackles.” Lizzie held them up proudly. “Clarke used them on Hope last month. She broke them, but my father found a way to repair them. They will render me completely unable to use magic. If you trust yourself to control your bloodlust, then let’s give this a try.”

The corner of Sebastian’s mouth quirked up. “You’d really render yourself completely powerless in order to feed me.”

“To keep you safe,” Lizzie said. “Sebastian, you’re important to me. I don’t want you kicked out of the school. If this is what it takes to protect you, I’d do it a thousand times.” She handed the shackles to him. “Well, lock me up?”

Sebastian grinned deviliously. “I had no idea you were into this kind of play.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Lizzie said, smirking.

“Clearly.” He moved ever so slowly, sliding his hand around Lizzie’s arm and lifting it to give her a gentle kiss on the wrist. He pried open the metal and slid it over Lizzie’s wrist.

The cool metal made her shiver, and her heart leapt as the shackle clicked shut. He picked up the other and slid it onto her other wrist. A moment later she was powerless.

She felt it now, an excitement she never knew was possible. Sebastian had complete power over her, and it sent a mix of fear and delight through her. She lifted her hands and grabbed the heavy chains so she could put her hands over Sebastian’s head. With the shackles, she pulled him close to her and tilted her head back to expose her neck to him.

“All yours,” she whispered.

Sebastian brushed her hair back, his fingers light against her skin. He brushed his lips against her neck. “Are you sure, Elizabeth?” he whispered in her ear.

Hearing her name sent a thrill through her. She dug her nails into his back. “Do it.”

Sebastian’s teeth sunk into her neck. The feeling of pain was brief before Sebastian sucked her skin. It felt like he was kissing her fiercely, attempting to give her the mother of all hickeys. Her body felt so alive, the pumping of her blood pounding in her ears. She dug her nails deeper into Sebastian’s skin, and that just made him suck her neck more intensely.

She felt her body try to siphon magic, but the shackles wouldn’t let her access the magic. Still, she felt how it buzzed beneath her, how his body moved against hers in pure magical energy. His lips were so soft while his fangs were so sharp in contrast, and the way his tongue would run across her skin.

Lizzie was so turned on. She wanted nothing more than for Sebastian to push her against the bed. She wanted his hands to run along her skin, his body to completely dominate hers. She wanted him inside of her, to allow this pleasure to build until she felt like she might break.

She slipped her fingers into his pants and grabbed his ass with both hands, squeezing the only skin she could easily reach. He pushed her down until he was on top of her and pulled his fangs out of her neck. He looked down at her, his mouth covered in her blood.

“Take more,” Lizzie insisted, enamored by the sight of him.

“No.” He reached over to the side table and picked up a T-shirt from her drawer. Gently, he pressed it against her neck and held it there, looking down at her with tender eyes.

“Why did you stop?” Lizzie demanded.

“I’m not going to drain you, Elizabeth. No matter how much you beg for it. I fancy you far too much for that.”

Lizzie scoffed. “Well, I would fancy you biting me again.”

“I will,” he promised. “In a week.”

Lizzie pouted and bit her lip. She wanted him so bad. “You’re really going to make me wait that long?”

Sebastian’s mouth spread into a smile. “It’s so much better when you have to wait for it. Trust me.” He picked up Lizzie’s hands and lifted them over his head. He pushed her hands up over her head and pinned them to the bed. “Now, Elizabeth, where were we?”

“Give me your face, you asshole.” She reached her head up, but he held his lips just out of reach.

“Wait for it. Wait for it.”

When Lizzie felt like she couldn’t wait a moment longer, his lips crashed down onto hers. It felt like electricity was sparking through her body. Okay, wow. That was way more intense than usual. She wrapped her legs around him and tried to pull him closer to her.

Sebastian chuckled. “Who knew you’d be so into bloodplay. Or maybe you’re into the feeling of being powerless.”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

He ran his free hand along her face, slowly working his way to her mouth, and then he poked a finger into her mouth.

Lizzie sputtered. “What are you doing?”

“Experimenting. Isn’t that what tonight is all about? I’d like to discover what else you enjoy.”

“Well, I don’t like your fingers. They taste weird.”

Sebastian chuckled. “Fair enough.” He traced his hand down her body over her dress and dug his nails into her arm. “How about this?”

Lizzie felt her back arch as a wave of pleasure swept through her. She nodded to him. He dug his nails in deeper until she was certain she had to be bleeding.

Sebastian pulled back his hand and licked his fingernails clean. Lizzie thought she would be grossed out by that, but she was surprisingly into it. He gripped her thigh, digging in his nails until he drew blood, and he licked his fingers clean again. He smirked at her. “You, my dear, have a thing for vampires.”

“I do not.”

Sebastian leaned close to her lips. His voice went slow and soft, seductive. “Are you sure about that?”

She leaned up to try to kiss him and shut him up with her lips, but he was just out of reach. She glared at him. “Are you going to keep teasing me like this? It’s getting really annoying.”

“Oh, is it?” Sebastian pulled back, letting go of her wrists. “Sorry, I thought you were into it.”

Lizzie gripped his arm. “Oh, who am I kidding? I totally am. Get back here, Sebastian. We have yet to copulate.”

Sebastian grinned. “It would be my pleasure.”

#legacies fanfiction #legacies #sizzie #lizzie saltzman #lizzie x sebastian #sizzie fanfiction #* #my writing #rated M #i don't know what this is #but it was fun

[erinciahero]

A quick and accurate summary of Final Fantasy VII

Disc 1:  Meet Cloud. Cloud’s a cool guy. 

Cloud is also a terrorist. Now watch Cloud and his employer, Barret, blow a reactor up. The same reactor provides energy for thousands of people, but money is important to Cloud. Cloud and terrorists flee the scene of the crime. Terrorists celebrate as the reactor blows up.

Cloud meets cute, pink girl. Cloud does not pick up what cute, pink girl is putting down. Cloud purchases her flower. Cloud is chased down by the police. Cloud jumps onto a running train. His employer thinks he’s dead. Cloud is not enthused and demands his paycheck. Employer reschedules pay day. Cloud is annoyed. Cloud goes to a bar. Cloud is convinced by cute, old friend, owner of bar, to blow more stuff up with Barret. Cloud drives a hard bargain. Cloud gets a raise. Second mission fails. Cloud goes to church and meets cute, pink girl again. Cloud helps pink girl escape. Pink girl brings Cloud home to mom. Cloud doesn’t pick up what pink girl is laying down. Cloud sleeps over. Cloud sneaks out of house next morning. Cloud steals money from little boy. Pink girl catches up to Cloud and tells Cloud about girl power. Pink girl helps to find his old friend. On their way, Cloud and pink girl fight a mechanical house that fires missiles at them. Cloud doesn’t comment. Cloud discovers that old friend is at red light district. Cloud cross-dresses and learns to strut and sashay to find old friend. Cloud finds old friend.

Old friend laughs at Cloud.

Pink girl asks Cloud’s old friend if they’re dating. Old friend denies. Cloud and girls try to seduce intel out of old fat man. Old man is picking up but Cloud isn’t putting down.

Cloud and girls were booby-trapped.

Cloud and girls walk through sewer and kill the fat man’s pet. Cloud finds lizard men living in the sewers. No one cares. Cloud and girls run through train graveyard because government will blow up old friend’s bar. Cloud fights ghosts in train graveyard. Cloud doesn’t comment. Cloud fights a man fused with a car. Cloud doesn’t comment. Cloud and pink girl separate so pink girl can save Barret’s daughter. Cloud watches colleagues die as he tries to undo the bomb. Cloud sees pink girl get kidnapped. Cloud beats up a turk, but fails to get rid of the bomb. Sector 7 blows up. More people die.

The government blames the terrorists who blew up the reactor. The terrorists are sad. Cloud leaves his employer and old friend to rescue pink girl. Employer and old friend find Cloud and join him on his stealth mission. Cloud makes a pit stop at pink girl’s house to tell her mom she got kidnapped. He promises the mom that he will rescue pink girl. Barret finds his daughter in the house. He’s elated and also promises to rescue pink girl.

Cloud infiltrates a government building by running up 52 stories through the stairwell. His employer complains. His old friend calls their employer a retard. They argue. Cloud gets annoyed at them both. Cloud finds pink girl and red dog during a mating experiment. Cloud frees both before they have to mate. Dog talks and his tail is perpetually on literal fire. Cloud doesn’t comment. Cloud gets thrown in jail for trying to save pink girl. Cloud flirts with pink girl in front of old friend. Old friend feels uncomfortable. The vibe is killed.

Cloud escapes poorly managed jail next morning. There's a lot of blood now. Cloud finds a dead president impaled with an exaggeratedly long katana. Cloud is accused for the murder of the president. In response, Cloud beats up the president's son. Cloud leaves the city.

Cloud goes one town over: Kalm. Cloud tells coworkers about his military past. One coworker doesn't believe him but doesn't confront him about it. Cloud continues on his journey to find the president impaler. On his journey he meets a big snake. Cloud wrangles a wild chocobo to avoid the big snake. Cloud sees giant snake corpse impaled on a dead tree. His teammates are impressed and terrified. Cloud doesn’t comment. Cloud meets more Turks. Ignores their lightly veiled threats to kill him. Cloud goes to a beach to sneak into a military base. Cloud finds little girl drowned by giant serpent monster. Cloud gives little girl CPR. It works. Cloud sneaks incognito into military base. His performance during a parade gets a news anchor fired. Cloud sneaks incognito onto ship with new president. Cloud sees red dog pretend to be human. Cloud doesn't comment. Cloud sees Barret in a sailor suit. Cloud comments.

Cloud sees Sephiroth, the president impaler, for the first time. Cloud is grossed out by Jenova for the first time. Cloud goes to beach. It's hot.

Cloud takes a break at the beach. He kicks a soccer ball onto the red dog to annoy the red dog. He makes fun of his employer’s new outfit. He tells the pink girl his preferences in women. He checks out other women around his old friend. Cloud threatens a deranged scientist for intel on Sephiroth. Cloud succeeds.

Cloud climbs a mountain the next morning. Here he meets an old man who was ignored by Sephiroth. Cloud ignores old man too. Cloud goes through an old roller coaster train track. Cloud steals Phoenix downs from baby chocobos on his way down (you know you did this). Cloud gets to coal mines. People hate Barret at the coal mines. Barret says why. Cloud barely cares. Cloud goes to Golden saucer, which was built on top of the Barret’s hometown. Cloud takes pink girl to look around. Barret leaves the team in rage. Cloud meets a cat sitting on top of a giant moogle. His fortune is told. Cloud is irritated and is joined by new team member. Cloud finds dead soldier. Cloud suspects Barret. Cloud is framed for murder and is jailed again.

Cloud bargains with jail keeper. Jail keeper ignores Cloud's lightly veiled threat. Cloud finds Barret in jail. Barret’s backstory is triggered again. Barret is released from all suspicions of murder and blames it all on the government. Cloud finds the real cop-killer. Barret kills murderer.

Barret is also a murderer.

Cloud escapes prison via chocobo racing. Cloud gets buggy. Cloud drives buggy around. Cloud goes to Gongaga. It's a sad sight. Pink girl talks about ex. Cloud didn't ask for this backstory. Cloud drives buggy. Cloud possibly meets ninja kleptomaniac. Cloud drives buggy more. Cloud's buggy breaks down in the Grand Canyon (what vehicle wouldn't, Cloud?). Cloud finds mechanics in dog's hometown. Dog's backstory is triggered. Cloud meets dog's grandpa. He's a floating human. Cloud doesn't comment.

Cloud goes to cave. Cloud sees friends turned into stone. Cloud unpetrifies them. Cloud runs into giant monster that wants to kill him. Cloud heals the monster. The monster dies. Cloud finds dog’s dad who was turned into stone. Cloud leaves.

Cloud’s buggy is repaired and he crosses a river with it. Cloud arrives in hometown. Hometown looks fine. But everyone is a liar. Cloud sees many confused men dressed in black cloaks. Cloud ignores them. Cloud goes to big mansion in town. Cloud meets man asleep in a coffin. He was a former turk. Now he’s immortal. Cloud gets gutted by materia thrown by Sephiroth in the library. Cloud chases after Sephiroth through Mt. Nibel. Cloud may or may not have killed dragon from the past. Cloud fights little mosquitoes and leeches. Cloud kills the giant mosquito. Cloud and old friend don’t comment.

Cloud goes to town with a rocket. Inhabitants are going through an epidemic: they're bored. Cloud meets old pilot. Old pilot curses a lot and demands strangers to drink tea. Cloud wants to steal the old pilot’s little plane. The maid tells Cloud to ask him for permission. Old pilot denies the query. President's son shows up. Cloud prevents president's employee from stealing plane. So Cloud steals plane. Old pilot escapes with Cloud. Plane gets turned into a boat.

Cloud finds clues about Sephiroth. Sephiroth may or may not be on secret island. Pink girl wants to go to secret island. Cloud finds out he needs the key to this island. Cloud finds key at Golden saucer. Golden Saucer CEO throws Cloud into a monster gauntlet in exchange for laughs and the key. Golden Saucer CEO is not entertained. CEO gives Cloud the key.

Cloud wants to leave Golden Saucer but can't. Cloud stays at a hotel run by a hang-man, a ghost, a vampire, and a mummy. Cloud doesn’t comment. Cloud recaps the story thus far to new members. Old members still don't get it. Old friend doesn't comment on Cloud's past again. Pink girl and old pilot go to bed early. Pink girl didn’t sleep and asks Cloud for a date. Cloud is befuddled. Pink girl assumes Cloud is a virgin and drags him out. Cloud becomes a knight. Pink girl is a princess. They're in a play. Play ends. Pink girl wants to go sightseeing. Cloud tags along. Pink girl confesses feelings and wants a relationship. Cloud is cut off by fireworks in his response to her request.

Cloud and pink girl walk back to hotel. Cloud finds out moogle-cat stole from him and is a spy. Spy has Barret's daughter as a hostage. Cloud keeps spy in team.

Cloud goes to secret island. Cloud watches a confused man dressed in black take his last breath. Cloud suspects Sephiroth is around. Pink girl cries because a Turk might die. Cloud is baffled. Cloud runs through maze. Cloud is annoyed. Cloud evades giant rolling C-shaped boulders. Cloud is tired and annoyed. Pink girl apologizes. Cloud sees what happened to Turk. Cloud doesn't comment. Cloud finds old cetra. Old cetra plays tag with Cloud. Cloud is tired and annoyed. Cloud goes to mural room. Cloud meets Sephiroth. Sephiroth tells plan to take over the world and become god. Cloud is not Cloud. Cloud snaps out of it. Cloud fights bahamut.

Cloud found weapon of mass destruction: it's the temple itself. The spy’s redemption arc is triggered. Spy offers himself up as sacrifice to get weapon of mass destruction. Cloud happily agrees. Cloud escapes. Temple turns into black materia. Cloud takes it. Sephiroth shows up. Cloud is not Cloud Not-Cloud gives black materia to Sephiroth. Not-Cloud hits pink girl. Coworker hits Not-Cloud for hitting pink girl. Not-Cloud is unconscious.

Cloud dreams about pink girl. Pink girl is being cryptic and leaves. Cloud tries to chase after pink girl but can't get her. Sephiroth appears. Cloud wakes up. Barret yells at him and consoles him. Old friend is worried about pink girl. Cloud is scared he might lose it again but goes after pink girl anyway. Cloud sails north (skip yuffie forever). Cloud finds village with dinosaur bones. Cloud digs for key to never-ending forest. Cloud goes through forest. Cloud sees ancient ruins. They all look like seashells? Cloud doesn't comment. Cloud looks for pink girl but can't find her. Cloud tries to sleep. Cloud hears pink girl's voice. Cloud follows her voice. Cloud finds pink girl praying. Cloud hops on over to her. Cloud turns into Not-Cloud. Not-Cloud almost slices her in half. Cloud snaps out of it. Cloud sees pink girl smile. Pink girl is killed by Sephiroth. Cloud is shocked, sad, and angry. Cloud isn't phased by Jenova because he's angry. Jenova dies again. Cloud watches co-workers say their goodbyes to pink girl. Cloud lays pink girl to rest by himself. Cloud goes back to a shell house. Cloud vows to kill Sephiroth even if it kills him in the process. Cloud is angry. Everyone is intimidated by Cloud. There is tension.

Enter disc 2 to see angry tension in team.

#Cloud Strife #Final Fantasy 7 #Spoilers

[ayearofpike]

The Last Vampire 5: Evil Thirst

Pocket Books, 1996 179 pages, 18 chapters ISBN 0-671-55050-0 LOC: CPB Box no. 654 vol. 9 OCLC: 34952388 Released June 4, 1996 (per B&N)

Sita has not heard from her new friend and her baby, and is worried that her daughter might have already carried out her evil scheme. There is a way she can find out, though: a local anthropologist claims to have a document written by a teacher in ancient Egypt that foretold the next coming of a Christ figure, to be born on the day that Sita’s friend had her baby. It adds fuel to the fire that this might be for real when Sita realizes the teacher was her friend, back when she first left India, and Sita knows of her abilities. Maybe together, Sita and the group that has formed around this ancient text can save the baby. Or maybe not.

For what should have been a straight-up  sequel, this book certainly throws in a new story all of a sudden. We’re following Kalika, we’re wondering what’s going to happen to this immaculate conception baby, and now there’s Egyptians. As per usual, it seems that Pike can’t ever leave a thread of research unexplored in multiple books. We got the Egypt thing in The Visitor and The Lost Mind, so I guess it was just something he was learning about and excited to share.

I remember, at the time, being excited that these last three Sita books were coming out in such quick succession. Finally, I said to myself, he’s got a plan of where to take this story and will finish it up and get on with his other work. And TLV4 certainly lived up to that promise. But I got to the end of this one and thought: OK, that’s wrapped this up. Where could he possibly take it from here? (Answer: we’ll find out next time.) Unpopular opinion: I thought The Hunger Games could have been done (and stronger) in one book. So I wasn’t super thrilled when Pike all but closed the story here and BUT WAIT there’s one more coming this fall!

That’s not to say that this was a bad story, necessarily. We start with Sita and Seymour (who of course isn’t leaving her again) in line for a lecture on this ancient text, three months after the confrontation with Kalika on the pier. You might remember that Sita had told her friend to call in a month, so naturally she’s upset and anxious that she hasn’t heard from her. She hasn’t told Seymour how she brought him back to life — as far as he’s concerned, he passed out in the cold water and woke up in the mountains. But they go in to the lecture, pausing to meet the anthropologist’s adult son, who gives Sita a ladyboner for only the second time in recent memory. 

The lecture is a lot like stuff we’ve seen. The anthropologist (whose last name is Seter; this will be important later) talks a little bit about how he found the document and what it says in regards to a messiah, but mostly he answers questions. Sita has a couple of pointed questions about the calendar system and the gods mentioned in the text, which has her intended effect of getting Doc and Son to meet with her after the lecture. She says she wants to see the whole thing, and to convince them to let her into its presence she claims to have another document written by this ancient teacher. Of course there is no such thing; Sita didn’t even know this one existed, and she hung out with the teacher literally the whole time she was a teacher. But she’s still a vampire, and so she’s able to hypnotize the boys into believing her and letting her follow them to their facility in Palm Springs, where the scroll is kept.

There are like 20 True Believers at the place, and Sita’s been eavesdropping across the traffic and knows they have weapons to protect the Next Coming from the Dark Mother. She also knows they are suspicious of her, so she tries not to alarm them. Though she does touch a five-thousand-year-old papyrus scroll with her bare hands while she reads her teacher’s handwriting. Yes, it looks real. She promises to show them her imaginary scroll later, then goes out to the desert and meditates on what she saw. This allows for a nifty device where Sita can remember how she met her teacher, some hundred years after she was turned, and how even before she started having visions and healing people Sita knew she was special.

She goes home in the morning and immediately the phone rings. Of course it’s Kalika, taunting Sita about her wild goose chase after this scroll and warning again that she won’t be stopped in her search for the baby. Sita picks up enough background audio to get an idea of where Kalika might be staying, and Seymour thinks maybe this was intentional. He saw Kalika open up B-Baller and wants to get the fuck out, but Sita knows that this might be an opportunity to get rid of her, if she can get the True Believer Militia to take her out. To get Seymour on board, she finally tells him the truth of his death and rebirth. But before they call in the heavy artillery, they have to find Kalika, so they track down buildings that match Sita’s audio clues and find Kalika living in the first one they check. Lucky? Or on purpose?

Sita and Seymour take off for San Francisco to corner Doc and Son after another lecture, with articles that show the danger of the Dark Mother. OK, so a lot of them are murders caused by Eddie, and there’s also the Matrix/Blade chase and the nuclear explosion. The only thing she has in her file that Kalika actually did is a story about a dead b-baller who had his throat ripped apart. Still, it’s enough for Doc and Son to believe that there’s a dangerous force in Los Angeles and they’d better try to take it out. They send a strike force into Kalika’s apartment, twenty people with assault rifles and body armor, in a pincer formation through the door and both balconies, but she murders them like so many ants. Sita races over to try and stop the carnage, but Kalika hits her with a still-dying body and chucks her off the eighteenth-story balcony into the pool, because Pike.

By the time she gets back to the observation window, it’s too late. Kalika has killed the snipers posted there, and basically made Doc shit his pants and give up everything about the ancient Egyptian document. (Lucky for Son, he wasn’t in the room.) They blast back to the True Believer facility, and sure enough the basement is a wreck and there are scraps of parchment everywhere. Sita reads about the coming strife in the early months of the Next Coming and where he’ll encounter it, about war between worshippers of Set and worshippers of Isis, and on a separate piece of papyrus (of a different texture) about the coming of the Dark Mother, Kali Ma. So everything she understands is true.

But she still doesn’t understand where this document came from. She meditates on her relationship with the teacher some more, and remembers how she didn’t cast Sita out upon discovering her vampiric nature. She thinks about how the teacher slowly turned into a miracle healer, with herbal remedies and some kind of auric repair service, before being discovered by the region’s queen and being asked to interpret a dream. The teacher interprets it to the queen’s satisfaction (and her high priest’s consternation) and is then kept on to work in the palace. Surely there will be no conflict of interest.

Sita next finds herself in B-Baller’s mom’s house again, where she learns that he was diagnosed with end-stage leukemia and given three months to live. New information that might change how she views her daughter’s nature. She still doesn’t know where to look for the next step, though, so she decides to check back at the ice-cream truck where she found Book 4′s deus ex machina, just in case there’s another one. And sure enough, the homeless dude is there, and he wants to play blackjack, which gives Sita just enough clues to go along with the ancient document and realize: New Friend and Baby are at Lake Tahoe. Yes, somehow this ancient Egyptian was able to predict that there would be a casino there, where you could play blackjack, and the storage and dealing device they’d use to hold cards at the tables would be called a “shoe.” Shhh, just go with it.

We get another flashback chapter, where Sita tells us about the queen going whole-hog in reversing the state religion from Set-worship to Isis-worship (as alluded to in the document), and Sita having to protect her teacher friend from countless assassination attempts. They happen as the high priest of Set is a master of Seedling, forcing others to do his will, and his will is to have minions go kill the usurper. (Which ... I fuckin’ told you, this is Cold One II.) This ultimately leads to Sita facing off against the high priest out in the desert. She feels like, hey, no sweat, I’ve been a vampire at least as long as Edward Cullen, I can take this dude. But what she didn’t realize is that the high priest has invoked an ancient lizard through the use of mind-melding and identical twins (which, like ... you know) and is stronger than she realizes. Plus he has power over the elements. He melts her sword, stabs her with a poisoned dagger, and manipulates the sand to lock around her limbs, then leaves her in the desert to be eaten by flies while he returns to town and takes over. At high noon, sure enough, there’s a massive earthquake that knocks Sita free of her bonds, and when she gets back to town ... there is no town. There’s just a hole. So she figured the high priest lost control and ended up killing everyone, including himself.

The remaining four Freedom Fighters drive to Tahoe and quickly triangulate on the house where New Friend is hiding. But they’re too late — Kalika has been there, and grabbed the baby, and is boating out across the lake with him. Sita manages to sink the boat, but Kalika and the baby make it to an island. She swims out there and corners them, but before she can make Kalika do anything Doc’s Son arrives to help. Or does he? Quick as anything he’s got a knife to Sita’s throat ... a knife that looks oddly familiar. 

Remember the last name and how I said it would be important? Seter. Set-er. Set worshipper. Now, I’ve left out the part about how this dude was adopted by Doc as an older teenager, which might throw a wrench into the foreshadowing of the name. Like, would a high school senior really change his name even if he was taken in by a caring old man? I’m not sure I’m all the way on board with this, even if it was needed to make him seem more connected to the cause by giving him the same name up front.

So he takes Sita’s gun and blasts the unholy fuck out of Kalika, then cuts Sita’s throat with the poisoned dagger and stabs it into her back, and then he boats off with the baby, who only now starts crying. Sita figures it’s all over, she misread the scroll and now humanity is totally fucked. Only Kalika works her way over to Sita and feeds her the blood pouring from her exposed heart, giving enough to heal her mother before she dies. When Sita makes it back to shore, she finds Doc dying of heart failure, unable to believe that his adopted son would have betrayed him so hard to the point of having a heart attack. She also finds Seymour bleeding out from a shotgun blast to the stomach. (I really don’t know if Pike knows how a shotgun works, if he thinks you can shoot one nine or ten times without reloading.) There’s no more Jeebus Baby blood, so she has to turn him. And that’s the last we hear from Seymour in this book.

Sita has more important things to do, like finding Jeebus Baby and Lizard Priest. And she thinks she knows where they’ll be: at the place where New Friend had relations with a giant blue star. She starts thinking about New Friend, which makes the star show up, and once more Sita is floating as a transparent ghost vampire or whatever the hell. She spots Lizard Priest below, and he’s waiting for someone: a spaceship full of lizards that is made of some kind of ethereal stuff. Sita realizes that her only chance is to go into the spaceship and possess one of the lizard aliens. She’s in the strongest and ugliest one when the ship lands and the aliens start taunting the baby. But Sita forces the alien to look into the baby’s eyes, and the mesmer of the baby protects her from being subjugated by Seedling, and she grabs the lizard’s knife and stabs Lizard Priest in the eye. And suddenly the spectral aliens disappear, and Sita has Lizard Priest’s knife embedded in his eye. She does the other one and grabs the baby, and then slits his throat for good measure. There’s a whoosh as the spectral aliens take off, and Sita and the baby start back to the car.

And that’s the end of The Last Vampire 5: Evil Thirst! So you see what I mean by ending the story? Sure, they have to drive back to Lake Tahoe or whatever and return the baby to his mom, and Seymour’s a vampire now at long last, but ... is any of it necessary? Is it even germane to the part of the story that will come next? I honestly don’t remember, but I think probably not? We’ll find out next time, as the Pocket editions of the Sita stories come to a close.

[true-halloween-tales]

2017: #9-THE ADVENTURE CONTINUES 5: RETURN OF THE RAT, THE CAT, AND THE MONKEY

Pandora’s Box of True Halloween Tales has included the ongoing adventures of some Dungeons & Dragons characters in my campaign that I serve as Dungeon Master for.  We have twice before heard the continuing adventures of the rat, the cat, and the monkey (see 2012: #10-DUNGEONS and 2013: #8-THE ADVENTURE CONTINUES).  Their adventuring party consists of three main characters, all of non-standard Dungeons & Dragons races.  Tir’ko is a fighter/wild magic-user who is a Nezumi rat-man; he owns a home the party lives in.  Razzmatazz is a bard who is a Tabaxi cat-man; he pursues a college degree when not adventuring.  The third party member is Ravi, also a fighter/magic-user and a Vanara monkey-man; he has a sense of wonder and humor.  Each separately attempted to start an adventurous trek, but they encountered the same low flying, unmanned, hot-air, runaway balloon they tried to stop.  All three ended up being whisked away in the balloon, which is how they met.  They landed in the unfamiliar country of Dorse where they began their adventures together.  Soon they were all captured and enslaved by a deranged mad scientist, alchemist, fleshwarper named Lesmond, but they eventually escaped (see 2018: #5-MAD SCIENTISTS).  They settled in the city of Drexciya which is an extremely diverse city including dark elves, Yuan-ti snake-men, ogres, and even orcs.  All are welcome in Drexciya!  They found fighter and magic-user trainers so they could rise in experience levels for their chosen professions, and they met other adventurers.  

On May 1, 2133, on the planet of Terra in the country of Dorse, Tir’ko, Razzmatazz, and Ravi commenced their third adventuring season.  Their quick one-day excursion was to travel to the western Dorse Badlands peninsula, twenty miles south of the abandoned, ruined town of Xanxia.  Ravi had recently inherited a vacant property, the Wizard of Wines Winery.  They surveyed the ruins of Xanxia and decided they needed to fully explore it soon.  Ravi started to clean up the winery to be used as a launching point to explore Xanxia later in the summer.  Their second, self-selected, one-day mission was to follow directions in a treasure map they had previously found.  They followed the map’s directions west of Drexciya out into the desert.  They found a rocky, hilly area, and a small hidden cave was found.  The cave was a secret hideout for Vile Bile, a notorious wild mage who had been dead for decades.  They did find some of his old treasure, wands, and a scroll containing magical spells.  Things started out well.

Our hairy three then traveled from Drexciya by boat west down the Ooty River through tropical jungle to the strange new city of X.  The city was actually shaped like an X, and it was even more diverse than Drexciya.  X mainly contained monster inhabitants such as lizard men, cyborg-like Warforged, and Yuan-ti snake-men, all happily living together.  The head of the town was their friend, King Doom, a lizard man king.  The increased diversity in the region originated decades ago from the wild mage, Vile Bile.  Vile Bile was consumed by his wild magic and transformed into a bizarre entity known as the Mokomokuren.  He started a cult in the Dorse Badlands, bringing together all species including monsters by feeding them mind-controlling giant mushrooms.  The Mokomokuren had long been defeated, but the effect he left on the land remains.  King Doom was an evil, lizard-man-king warlord before he unwillingly joined the Mokomokuren’s forces.  King Doom’s alignment and worldview vastly changed, and he eventually ended up founding the town of X and perpetuating the plurality of the Mokomokuren.

King Doom alerted the rat, the cat, and the monkey to a new prophecy of the destruction of the city of X, and it was traced to a nearby, ancient, stone windmill.  Exploring the windmill led them to underground tunnels that opened up into a very large metal construction.  They explored this huge underground, metal area, and it was defended by scores of Derro, evil dwarves.  They discovered multiple floors or levels, and then the whole area started moving.  They soon discovered that they were inside of an enormous magical vehicle that had been buried underground for hundreds of years.  The windmill was a piece of the engine, and the vehicle was literally the size of a fleet of tanks.  It was a fortress on wheels, an infernal machine, occupied and operated by the Derro.  The Derro discovered the buried huge machine and had been repairing and living in it for hundreds of years.  The vehicle even possessed a huge central magical cannon.  It was the Doomgrinder, from the official Dungeons & Dragons sold module, The Doomgrinder.  It could destroy a city easily just by driving through it!  And it drove on directly towards X as they battled the Derro through the multiple interior levels.  The prophecy was coming true.  The Doomgrinder was powered by dozens of trapped Genies and Dao, beings from the elemental planes of existence.  Tir’ko, Razzmatazz, and Ravi arrived in the engine room and freed the trapped Genies and Dao.  That permanently disabled the engine of destruction with just enough time to park it permanently in the city of X.  The Doomgrinder then became the largest building and civics center for the town of X.  

Tir’ko, Razzmatazz, and Ravi returned to the Wizard of Wines Winery so they could fully explore the coastal, ruined city of Xanxia.  They were surprised what they learned.  Xanxia had been destroyed by a tidal wave many years previously.  Shortly after the tidal wave hit the town, a blue dragon that lived in the area had swooped into the abandoned city.  Melecanthe the blue dragon made excavations under the city until it found the bank vaults, and it confiscated the bars of gold for its own treasure hoard.  Melecanthe settled in a tower at the edge of town and used an adjacent, partially ruined, castle as his home.  The blue dragon claimed Xanxia as his.  He met a lady dragon, she moved into his ruined castle, and all was happy in Xanxia for Melecanthe.  That lasted only until human adventurers came into the ruined city and slayed Melecanthe’s mate.  The blue dragon then became particularly bitter and vengeful.  This motivated him to use all of Xanxia as his hunting ground for adventurers as the decades passed.  He retained a human form to even hide that he was a dragon.

When the rat, cat, and monkey once again approached the ruined city, they saw that it had been transformed.  It now looked like the ruins of Xanxia had quite recently melted and was magically repaired in some way.  They learned the changes in the ruined city were due to a convocation of deathmasters.  Deathmasters are evil, necromantic spell casters who specialize in raising and creating new undead such as zombies, vampires, and worse.  The deathmasters had taken the central building in Xanxia that resembled a state capital.  The deathmasters were busy making new forms of undead, sharing secrets of their dark profession, and networking.  Xanxia was now full of dangerous undead stalking about.  Tirko, Razzmatazz, and Ravi cleared the streets of the unfriendly undead and explored the castle.  The castle had been rehabbed as a labyrinth for the blue dragon to kill adventures.  The three got close to getting into blue dragon’s tower via an underground tunnel from the castle.  Blue dragons have an interest in electricity, and their breath weapon is electrical and not fire. Melecanthe flooded the castle with an enormous charge of electrical current, frying everything inside.  The rat, the cat, and the monkey just managed to escape from the dangers of Xanxia and planned their return at the end of the summer when they would be in top form.

Tir’ko, the Nezumi, rat-man, fighter/wild magic-user, then led the party on two missions for his wild archmage trainer, Sega.  The missions involved actions against Sega’s former apprentice, Neo.  Neo was a strange, green, half-human and half-otyugh, tentacled humanoid who was Sega’s first apprentice and betrayed him.  Sega felt responsible for unleashing the evil threat of Neo, so he had to be dealt with.  Tir’ko, Razzmatazz, and Ravi first captured two of Neo’s apprentices for Sega who quickly recruited them to his cause.  Then they attacked Neo’s base of operations in the Blackmoor Swamp, a large white building.  But the building was a decoy trapped to explode – and the real white building was missing!  They soon found and followed giant, Godzilla-sized tracks leading through the swamp.  They learned that Neo had magically grown huge tentacle-feet for his building and it walked away like a giant Baba Yaga’s hut (see 2017: #2-WITCHES).  Tirko was absolutely apoplectic when they followed the tracks for many miles all the way to his farmhouse outside of Drexciya.  Neo’s walking building was invisible, and they made a sustained assault on it and destroyed it.  Neo retreated to his last boat hole, a secret base on Danger Island.  Sega is preparing for the final assault on Danger Island, an upcoming adventure for the rat, the cat, and the monkey.

Ravi, the Vanara monkey man, fighter/magic user then led the party on two missions.  His Vanara people only had three of their own that left their land and sailed north.  Two of these Vanara travelers were dangerous and evil, and one was kindly and good, like Cornelius from The Planet of the Apes original films.  The good Vanara traveler was dead and had willed the Wizard of Wines Winery to Ravi; he had been killed by one of the two evil Vanara travelers.  Ravi was able to track down one of them who had become a criminal in Dorse and had been in prison.  They located him in the town of Thisbe in the act of breaking into a bank.  They snuck into the bank following the route of the thieves, and Ravi found his quarry.  Ravi used a powerful spell to imprison the Vanara down into a limbo near the center of the planet.  The third Vanara traveler was tracked down to a mysterious locale known as the Dark Jungle at the southern tip of the southeastern Dorse Badlands.  Ravi, Razzmatazz, and Tirko discovered that for eons the Dark Jungle had been contaminated by a radioactive meteor that greatly influenced all life in the region.  The Dark Jungle was still full of prehistoric dinosaurs!  As they reached the source of the radiation, they found apes had evolved as in The Planet of the Apes.  They lived in Ape City which was ruled by the third Vanara traveler.  After sneaking through Ape City and running away from a King Kong, Ravi found the last evil Vanara traveler and imprisoned him.

Razzmatazz, the bard Tabaxi cat-man, led the party on a mission for the bards.  They were to accompany the bard and actor, Habadash, up the Dorse River to the city of Andelain.  Andelain was where the great Dorse playwright, Spearshaker was buried.  Spearshaker was a spear-wielding barbarian who became civilized, then a writer, then the founder of great Dorse literature.  He had written such plays as King Fear, The Ten Pests, King Henry Ate, The Taming of the Ghoul, and A Midnight’s Summer Scream.  They learned as they sailed up the river that Habadash was gravitated towards trouble and was a wanted criminal in the region.  He had punched a nasty nobleman in his fat nose many years ago, and the statute of limitations was not quite expired, so he needed accompaniment.  After causing disturbances in towns on the journey northward, he gained the attention of the police, and soon they were being pursued by a police inspector.  They arrived in Andelain and rapidly ran to Mortisimus Cemetery where they found a secret room in a tomb next to Spearshaker’s grave.  There they found the purpose of this journey: the lost folio of Spearshaker.  The old tome included three lost plays.  Let Them Eat Ham was about starvation, ghosts, and a zombie apocalypse.  Back Meth was a play about a drug running operation by three witches who smuggled drugs in their false hunchbacks (see 2017: #2-WITCHES).  Chewiest Cheeser was yet another Spearshaker priceless play about food.

The rat, the cat, and the monkey received a lead from King Doom where they might find Lesmond, their alchemist, fleshwarper enslaver.  They magically teleported to the country of Oldive and into a very strange underground base.  What first appeared to be Lesmond’s secret base was really a living, thinking, shape-shifting, teleporting dungeon.  They were all trapped inside, including Lesmond, and the dungeon was devouring anyone it caught, thus acquiring their memories and skills.  The first dungeon level resembled a giant mouth and esophagus which they fell down.  The second level was a deadly digestive disaster with even a huge stomach.  The third level was respiratory, and the fourth level was reproductive.  In the fourth level, Lesmond was himself enslaved by the living dungeon to create monsters for it.  Lesmond also created a humanoid body for it.  The adventure concluded with them escaping, and Lesmond was captured and went to prison.  Even though the dungeon was destroyed, its consciousness escaped in its new humanoid body, an extremely dangerous entity.

The rat, the cat, and the monkey have other ambitious plans for this current adventuring season.  Tir'ko wants to destroy the rat-men Nezumi deathmasters who have moved into the Dorse Badlands.  They tracked the Nezumi deathmasters to a mountainous base.  They discovered that the deathmasters have rediscovered the ancient death magic of the Black Wind, a wind that turns all it touches into undead in seconds.  The three are currently on this mission.  Afterwards, they will all sail back to their island homeland of Aleutia to explore the dark islands of The Shadowlands.  Next up, they will finish Neo on Danger Island.  And then they will end their third adventuring season by returning to Xanxia to hopefully defeat the blue dragon that holds the ruined city.  It’s never a dull day for the rat, the cat, and the monkey!

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