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flamingpudding · 7 months

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Fictober23 Prompt: 9 - "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: T

Warnings: Red Hood's swearing, mention of character death

Danny blinked a couple of times before he realized what exactly happened. He had been with Alfred making some cookies for the rest of the family after Oracle had reported they would all come back uninjured. And Danny had decided to help Alfred in hopes to get back on Damian's good side. The boy had been pretty short and huffy with him ever since Danny had admitted that he didn't plan on getting reinstated as hero.

The rest of the family had taken it sort or well, sure there were the occasional side comments in hopes to maybe convince him to come on patrol with one of them every now and then but otherwise his decision was greatly accepted. Alfred had appeared especially happy when Danny had announced that after having lived with the Waynes for little more than a year now.

Of course Phantom would still come out to help if his ghostly rogues decided to show up and pester his new family or Lady Gotham needed help with something or when Lazarus Pits were involved. But this certainly did not include a situation like that.

Looking down at his gloved hands, Danny breathed out a sigh of relief, noting that he had gotten summoned as Phantom at least. Pretransfomred. Last time he got summoned and had appeared shortly as plain old Danny before changing into Phantom, Tim, as Red Robin of course, had gaslighted the cultists into believing they hallucinated seeing Daniel 'Danny' Fenton-Wayne for a brief moment. The press still had a field day with the nonsense the arrested cultist spouted.

At least now they wouldn't have to deal with another media drama that could result in Vlad trying to fight Bruce for custody again. Still, Danny frowned, they had summoned him right out of a late night baking session with Alfred and knowing his family the way he does now it was only a matter of time before they all stormed this place or at least some of them.

Bruce had put a tracker on him specifically for this kind of situation, aside from the fact that he was also still pestering the Justice League Dark to find a way to stop it from happening in the first place.

"You do realize that you are in deep shit right?" The occult leader looked at Danny for only a short moment before continuing his spiel about how with the power of the summoned they would lead the world back to the balance it's supposed to have and bla bla bla. Being the Ancient of Balance Danny never thought he would even get summoned, aren't cultists in books more interested in evil demons, masters of chaos, Cthulhu and so on?

Knocking with his fist against the barrier lightly, the halfa noted that he would probably be stuck in place until his family showed up to disturb the chalk writing on the floor. For a moment he wondered if he should attempt to break out but then remembered the lecture Bruce had made him sit through the first time he broke a magical barrier and got injured in the process. It was probably better to wait.

"You know the last time I got summoned out of family time, one of my brothers went apeshit on the cultists." Danny continued to interrupt the leader's speech, just to be a little shit. He needed to pass the time somehow. Plus he wasn't lying. He had gotten summoned right out of movie night with his siblings, it's no understatement to say that they were not amused. Jason was especially pissed for some reason. "And the time before that it was my younger brother, that was a whole lot more bloody but no one died anyway in the end.

"Silence spirit of balance, you will listen to me. I was the one that summoned you."

"Yea… buddy that's not how this whole summoning thing actually works. You read a couple of fictional books." Danny retorted until he saw what the leader pulled out and flinched back.

How was that possible? Danny was sure that after his parents death, Bruce had bought all the rights of Fenton Works, including the patents and put it all in Danny's name no matter how much some tried to fight it. If it wasn't willed to Danny then Bruce had bought it. They had stopped any production of his parents' inventions, they had forced the GIW to cough up all the inventions they bought and then disband the governmental organization through the Justice League.

Of course Danny had known that some of his parents inventions were still on the black market and then there were also Vlads inventions but, the cult leader was holding up a Fenton bracelet Danny had specifically created for his brother to help him control the corrupted ectoplasm in his system until his treatment with Frostbite was done. How was it possible for them to get a hold of it? No wait it looked slightly modified from the one he made for his brother.

"This will make you listen to me." Danny's eye widened as he noticed a shard of a very familiar red crystal embedded in the bracelet when the leader waved it around triumphantly at Danny's reaction. It wasn't enough to brainwash him by simply holding it to his face but if he made direct contact with it? Danny wasn't so sure.

"How did you get that!"

"Oh not so mouthy anymore are we?"

His core quivered and all his eyes could do was focus on the red shiny stone as flashback ran through his mind as he pressed as far away from the leader as he could. His back hit the other end of the barrier he was in and Danny contemplated breaking the barrier and high speed flying home to the Wayne manor even if it risked injury.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The calm but familiar voice broke Danny out of his panic as he saw a blade sneak around the leader's neck. Robin was standing right behind the man seemingly having appeared out of nowhere.

"Robin! B said to wait for his signal!" Another voice appeared and Danny heard the thud next to him with the flutter of a cape. Relieved, he turned his head ever so slightly to find Red Robin next to the barrier, looking unimpressed at the fact that Robin, from the looks of it, had run ahead of them once again.

Robin clicked his tongue and Danny finally relaxed enough to snicker at his siblings' banter. Before he could add in his own two cents to the banter a window crashed in and Red Hood added himself to the rescue party.

"Can't any of you follow a fucking plan?" The man announced his presence loudly while also landing boot first on some random cultist members. That instantly scattered, their stunned frozeness, caused by their leader getting held at blade point, broken now.

"You're one to talk. Since when do you simply follow B's plans anyway?" Red Robin huffed back, taking the bracelet from the leader as well as destroying the barrier seal with his boot by smudging the chalk writing.

"Point taken." The other answered as he started to knock out any cultist that was in his reach. Red Robin joined him once he gave Danny a look over and was certain that the barrier no longer existed.

Robin once more clicked his tongue causing Danny to look over, the leader now knocked out cold before his feed. "Phantom, you need to stop getting summoned by these incompetent…"

"Imbeciles!"

"Scoundrels!"

"Asshats!"

"Scum!"

"Fucktards!"

"Lunatics!"

"I do not require your input!" Robin shouted across the room at their older siblings that were currently giving the rest of the cult members the beat down of their life.

"Fruitloops?" Danny offered chuckling at the seething glare Robin directed at him for that and he lifted the palm of his hands in a sign of peace.

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mostlymarvelsstuff · 9 months

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First Lessons

Authors note: I'm a day late (so sorry Remi), but, Happy birthday @cthulhus-curse ! Hope you enjoy the drabble!

Authors note 2.0: you all (who arent Remi) should read Chrome Hearts by @cthulhus-curse first 😁

Summary: Android Natasha teaches Android Wanda how to give Y/n a proper blowjob

Warnings: Reader has a penis, sexual content (blowjob)

Word count: 1653 Marvel Masterlist WandaNat Masterlist

Normally you did your work, well, at work. But ever since you’d brought Wanda home you’d found yourself doing a bit more of it here, outside the company's guidelines and surveillance. You’d always had an at home office, used for the occasional small project, some paperwork, or even finishing up a report on your laptop. But now it was fully decked out with a state of the art computer system and monitors, various tools, android schematics, and different parts and pieces for potential upgrades.

Though it was nice to be able to do most things at home now, you worried you’d end up zoning out and losing track of time while toiling away on something, much like you did at work. And the mere idea of accidentally ignoring Wanda made your stomach twist. Thankfully she was a particularly curious and clingy creature, and she would happily interrupt to inquire about something, get affection from you, or go on some type of adventure.

Tonight was not one of those nights however, as the adorable android had discovered the nature channel, and has since been firmly planted on the sofa. When you’d last checked on her she’d been watching a program on kittens, much to her delight. And you had to admit she did look really cute while infatuated with the program, so you didn’t mind her absence. What you did mind though, was the uncomfortable tightening in your pants you were beginning to feel.

You let out an annoyed huff as you lean back in your chair, and resign to the fact that you were now incredibly horny. As random as this was, it wasn’t unusual for you to get a boner out of nowhere. So you do what you've always done and unzip your pants, letting the bulge in your boxers have a bit more room. But before you can take things any further, a hand trails across your shoulder and you nearly jump out of your skin.

“Sorry master, I did not mean to startle you” Natasha voices as she stands beside you, her eyes glued to your crotch

You see where she's gazing and can’t help but smirk. It's been apparent since you brought the other android home that you had her attention, and that always made you feel good. Though you’ve yet to determine if she gives you this attention because she feels much like Wanda does or if it was solely due to her programmed settings.

Where Project Scarlet Witch was meant to be a walking talking Alexa, Project Black Widow was meant to be less focused on the mind and more on the body. And after getting to know Wanda and discovering her humanity, you couldn’t allow the other android to fall into Tony Starks hands, where he would run an ungodly amount of vigorous tests on her before deeming her ready for the mass market. And you just couldn’t allow that, because if she truly was just like Wanda then each of her copies would be as well. Which meant you'd be tainting her sense of wonder and curiosity, ignoring the fact was also more human than anticipated, and willingly giving her over to consumers who only saw her as a lifeless object to use and abuse as they pleased. Natasha deserved better than that. So you did much like you did with the first android, woke her up and brought her home.

“Its ok Nat” you tell her, enjoying the way her touch feels as her hand moves to the back of your neck, her fingers

“Do you want my help, master?”

You take a moment to think, because to be honest yes, you would love her help. Android or not she was gorgeous, and you know she has the programming to make you feel amazing. But at the same time, you hardly know her yet and you don’t want to take advantage of her. You want her to know she's more than what she was designed for.

“Do you want to help?”

She's a bit taken aback by this question. She's well aware of what she was designed for, she knows her programing. And since you are her creator she figured you would expect her to carry out those things without hesitation or question. Having a choice isn’t something she really expected. But then again knowing what she does about you, it does make sense. You are incredibly kind, and have been nothing but gentle and patient with both her and Wanda. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t understand the other androids infatuation with you.

“Yes” she admits, “Please master, let me help you feel good?”

You spin in your office chair to face her, “If that's what you really want, then go ahead baby”

She ignores the way the pet name makes her feel and lowers herself to her knees in front of you, letting her hands caress your thighs as her hands move up towards the waistline of your boxers. She eagerly pulls them down, feeling herself getting even more aroused by the sight of your dick. She looks up at you through her lashes, and you have to hold back an audible groan at the sight. She continues to hold eye contact as she lowers her mouth to take the head of your cock. You hum in approval as she gently sucks, running her tongue along the underside.

“Feels so good baby” you praise, watching her through hooded eyes as she gets accustomed to having you in her mouth

Determined to take all of you, she relaxes her throat and lowers her head even further. Without thinking your hand flys to the back of her head to guide her until her lips are meeting your skin and she's gagging. Your first instinct is to apologize for forcing yourself down her throat but when you open your mouth only a moan escapes you

She hums around you, letting you know she's content with this, while also causing you to twitch inside her. Spurred on by feeling this she begins to bob her head up and down at a steady pace, pulling a symphony of sounds from you in the process

Wrapped up in each other, neither of you hear the patterning of soft footsteps making their way towards your office, or the sound of the nearly shut door creaking open, “Master, are you oka- oh.”

She stands there, mouth agape as she takes in the scene before her. Seeing Natasha taking you down her throat has her feeling both incredibly between her legs, but also a bit jealous that the other android had been allowed to partake in this task first. When the redhead's eyes flick over to her she whimpers, which is what finally gains your attention.

Your head turns to her, and you're filled with guilt at her finding you like this. You didn’t want to upset her, or make her think anything was different between the two of you. But then you notice the way her thighs are clenched together and how her teeth sink into her bottom lip

“Come here princess” She quickly obliges and comes to stand right next to your office chair, “Natasha has programming you don’t, she's using it right now to take care of me. Would you like to learn how to do this too?”

She eagerly nods, “Yes master, I want to take care of you too”

“What do you think, baby?” you ask, looking down at Nat, “Wanna teach Wanda?”

She nods and reaches out to take the brunette's hand, pulling her down to her knees as well. Wanda watches as the other android slows down a bit, letting her uneducated friend observe every movement of her tongue, lips and head. After a few moments of this however, you can no longer stand the slow pace. You gently shove her head back down your shaft, further and faster than her own movements and she gets the idea. She continues at the speed you set for her.

“Fuck…just like that Natty”

The nickname that spills from your lips has something unusual stirring within her chest, but she doesn’t have time to focus on it as her focus is solely getting you over the edge. She reaches a hand up to fondle your balls and Wanda watches in awe as your abdominal muscles tighten and a heavenly sound of pleasure leaves you.

Natasha stays still for a moment, letting you empty everything you had into her awaiting mouth before she pulls away with an audible pop. She pants lightly as she looks up at you, not used to her systems working at such a pace but she is clearly not having any troubles

“Did I do good, master?” she asks, clearly a bit nervous despite the way she just drained you

You reach out and cup her face, “You did so good, baby. I haven’t felt anything like that in quite some time”

She smiles proudly at you before her attention is taken away by Wanda tugging on her shirt sleeve, “Do you….do you think you could walk me through it my first time? Watching was helpful, but I still fear it would not be an entirely pleasurable experience for our master without some more guidance”

“Oh you are adorable” she lets slip before she can process it, causing both of them to have cheeks as pink as the carnations growing in your garden. You don’t call either of them out on it though, you let them have their bonding moment, “I can instruct you, as long as master is alright with that”

“Of course” you reply, looking at both of them with pure adoration. Who would have guessed that the androids you created for work projects would wind up being so much more. They truly were your partners now, robotic or not. And you couldn’t imagine life without either of them.

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inkdemonapologist · 3 months

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[BatIM Cthulhu AU] A couple of doodles from session two, which UNSETTLED SAMMY A LOT ACTUALLY...

There have been small changes, throughout New York -- doors opening on the wrong side of the street, houses ending up just a block away from where you remembered them -- but the only people who can even tell seem to be those who remember Carcosa. Joey, Sammy, Henry, Jack, Peter, and Norman all experienced the strange shifting realm when a Mardi Gras party attempted to bring dread Carcosa to New Orleans, but Susie wasn't there. She can't see the changes we see, and the entire rest of the city agrees with her. That door was always there? The car was always that colour. That's where I remember the address being before, and there's no record it was ever different.

She trusts what the boys are reporting must be true, that maybe there are changes she can't see or remember, and both she and Sammy are terrified. These are only little things, but as more and more of the city slips into the world of the King in Yellow, what else might be rewritten...?

Anyway EVERYONE'S HAVING A GREAT TIME. If you're here for Out Of Context Quotes from our session, I have some of those too, here, under the cut!!

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[Jack] I love how detective Pete is for a guy who is NOT a detective. [Sammy] He just got assigned that by Joey Drew and now it's true. [Joey] Exactly! That's how it works.

[Sammy] The idea of JDS having its own employed detective is really funny to me. "Why do you need that? You're an animation studio." "Well, you know, things come up,"

[GM] Everybody went home I believe, except Joey went to the Studio, which is like home,

[Sammy] Do we have any plan, other than just go in to work, [Jack] I though you were gonna say "other than go insane"...

[Joey] If Prophet's not the one going for the ink, then why is Sammy going for it?! Do they have a SECOND prophet situation??? [Jack] PROPHET...... TWO!!! [Henry] Prophet 2: Electric Boogaloo [Sammy] *tiredly* We don't need any more Prophets..... We don't need any more Sammys..... we have enough.....

[Jack] You just need to sip some ink and tell them it's the wrong number. Like, you've got the wrong guy. [Henry] New stone, who dis?

[Sammy] It was the false king who called through the ink, not our Lord! [Joey] Interesting... [Joey] Joey's going to ask Bendy if he can... feel this? Is he getting calls? *dad voice* Is someone calling you? Don't put your number on the internet!

[GM] Bendy says he wasn't made to be a receiver the same way Sammy was. [Jack] So technically, it's "New Sam, who dis"!

[Joey] Okay, Joey's going to note this all down in his... Notebook Of Nonsense That Plagues Them,

[GM] I'm choosing to believe that whenever Norman called in, he gave some sort of outlandish excuse, and whoever answered the phone didn't... write it down... [Sammy] Like the heckin', grian excuses-- [Joey] "I'm cutting my grass, with scissors" [Jack] Yeah!! He's cutting his grass! With scissors! In winter!!! [Sammy] And then Sammy's like "Do we know why he called out?" and the receptionist is just like "No We Have NO Idea" [Jack] With the most tired sigh. Second only to Grant.

[GM] Fun fact, Norman would answer the phone. [Sammy] Norman actually was just like, "ohhhhhhh i know THIS is some supernatural bullshit happening, I'm gonna stay home"

[Joey] Joey's going to ask Estelle if he looked like-- and give a vague description of Avedon. [GM] .............................. [GM] She is SO impressed that you knew this. [Joey] *delighted cackling*

[Jack] I love how cute Joey is about this kid. Just like... the cool Bendy Uncle! He's not related at all, but, [Joey] I feel like this is kind of how Joey just gets around kids? Maybe Joey does really want kids, just, y'know, doesn't know how to do it when gay? [Sammy] Obviously that won't happen, so-- [Joey] Yeah, [Sammy] --so then you START AN ANIMATION STUDIO, that's the only other option! [GM] Yeah, then all kids are your kids!

[GM] Alright, you've made many phone calls. [Joey] Yeah, [GM] And you only rudely hung up on one of them!

[Sammy] Sammy can surely track that down; he's used to digging up musicians. [Jack] Jack's there to assist with the Talking to People in a way that makes them want to cooperate with you, and not run in fear!

[GM, speaking for Peter] *lists all of the information Peter's dug up* And that's about what he managed to get, today! [Joey] And nothing weird has been happening... to him? [GM] WELL, OKAY. ABOUT THAT,

[Peter] Could you describe again, the strange person who was at the party? What was that guy like? [Joey] *thinking very hard* Which... strange person...? I mean... Denis was there?

[Norman] Try not to fall in a swamp this time. [Joey] I'll let you know if I find one! [Sammy] There's fewer of those in New York, so, I think we're good. [Jack] I mean, you never know,, [Sammy] ...yeah, that's true..... [Joey] HEY, Joey will let him know if he finds one!!! [Sammy] If LAKE PONCHARTRAIN opens up in the MIDDLE OF NEW YORK CITY, that will certainly be something to let all of our friends know!

[GM] Make a social-type checks to have a word with them beforehand! [Sammy] I don't know, if I should do that,,, [GM] SAMMY can make an Appearance check! [Sammy] *laughing* LETS SEE IF IM HANDSOME ENOUGH to get let in!

[GM] Everybody's like "You guys!" You're greeted with nostalgia, and eagerness! and people are trying to small talk you, I'm guessing Sammy's not going for that. [Sammy] I mean, you can try to small talk.... AT him... [Sammy] He doesn't... y'know... it's like playing a game of catch where you throw the ball to somebody, and they just hold the ball. [Sammy] Like.... okay! [GM] I did the thing! [Sammy] Cool, catch successful. [Jack] No give, only throw!

[Sammy] Look, I was trying to drink ink this morning, so I feel like this is a step up.

[Sammy] Sammy will enjoy it! We should do this more often! [Sammy] "We should do this more often" says man who will always be too busy to do this more often,

[GM] They're impressed that, at a job where there was a gunshot right in front of the stage, the thing you want to ask about is where they sourced their music. [Sammy] I LOVE that Sammy's reputation is such that this makes perfect sense to them.

[GM] His name is Alan Leroy. [Sammy] Okay, Leroy works, because then I'll remember it, because of Leroy Jenkins. [GM] This is what's been going through my head the entire time, too...

[GM] They say he's a crazy-talented musician who blew into town a year or two ago? He's really nice and easy to get along with, and when he really gets going he can make sounds come out of his instrument like you've never heard! [Sammy] These... are all.. compliments that would be really impressive except that they can all be interpreted in really concerning ways.......

[GM] If Jack wants to look harder, he can.......... [Jack] I'm doing it, Jack can make little a bad decision! He hasn't made any yet this season!! [Jack] *rolls* That's an extreme success. How much sanity do I lose!!

[Henry] We're ghost hunters. The, the pale guy is a ghost, we're goin' after him. Ghost hunters. [Henry] ...This is why you don't let Henry lead the conversation!!

[Jack] It's occurring to me that we don't know if this guy is alive??? [Joey] YUP! This is a good time to find out! [Henry] Fun! [GM] When have you EVER gone up to somebody's house and found them dead inside? [Jack] Jack hasn't yet... [Henry] The very first scenario! [Sammy] Yeah it was a pretty bad situation as I recall, we were briefly accused of being involved! [Jack] Maybe you guys. Jack's different, though.

[Joey] We wanted to make sure he was doing alright. .....does that need a Fast Talk roll? [GM] Yeah, I was about to say-- [Joey] *rolls* *STARTS CACKLING* [GM] What did you do, do you roll a three again? [Joey] I DID ROLL A THREE! :D THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I ROLLED! [GM] I thought it was the Three Laugh!

[Henry] Henry is tired. Henry rolled a 93. [GM] Well he's out late, you know, he's a family man! He has normal hours, he hasn't been staying up late, living at the studio for the last few years! [Henry] He's regretting not accepting Joey's offer to just go home. [Joey] *muttering* See, Joey knows best!

[GM] Okay, so you guys notice, right off, that the car isn't there. [Sammy] UM. HM. [Jack] Which car did we take again? [Joey] The Mercedes... [Jack] *relieved* Okay good. [Jack] .... I MEAN, NOT GOOD, BUT...

[Joey] No, no I think it's OUR car... it's just... more yellow now... [Jack] I don't like that that means it's getting yellower... [Joey] ...........................So when do we take the sanity hit? [GM] Yeah, that would be now!

[GM] The woman says she's looking forward to when he has his own ship, and they can sail away together! [Henry] [Henry] ...I'm married,...

[Joey] Joey has his face pressed to the window-- no, he probably has the window down, it doesn't matter how cold it is -- and... CAN the window go down? Hold on. [Joey] *sounds of typing* "Car... door... window... down... history... when."

[Henry] Okay, these dice are BANNED. I rolled a 90! [Jack] What if you subtly replace the dice...? [Sammy] With slighty yellower dice!

[Joey] OKAY! There ARE rolling windows, so Joey does have the window rolled down, and he's intensely watching the colour of the car. [Joey] AND ALSO, he's STILL sitting in the middle seat, he's just going to lean over someone to do this. [Sammy] Ah. It's probably me.

[Jack] No, no, Pete and Jack can get kidnapped later and take some massive sanity damage together. ✨Cute date ideas!✨

[Joey] Joey's going to inform Norman that they're going to come over, they need additional eyes on something, [GM] Well, he's good at keeping eyes on things! [Joey] So they'll be over soon. [Sammy] I like how Norman gets a heads up, but with Peter we just show up at his apartment. [Joey] Exactly! [Jack] That's because Joey's kissed Pete. When Joey and Norman kiss then that's -- not good for Sammy, probably. [GM] At least Pete and Sammy are neutral. Non-reactive. [Sammy] Norman and Sammy are "it's complicated" on Facebook.

[Sammy] Okay, we gotta go get Linda, so Susie's not alone, [Jack] We're just playing "how many NPCs can we force Thren to play at once!" How many can we shove in the back of this car.

[Jack] Jack's gonna get home and find out his cats are different colours, [Sammy] Oh NO, [Jack] Comes back and Beans is a tortie now. [Sammy] Or Beans is just an orange cat, [Jack] Oh no! Her braincells! [GM] She needs those! She has all of them!!

[Joey] Depending on who's the affected party, Susie or them, it is actually useful to have a second, like, [Sammy] Someone to compare with? Yeah. [Henry] We don't know WHO the control group is, but ONE of us is the control group!

[Joey] As trusted as Norman is, he isn't one of Joey's... white-knuckle-clutched-keepsakes of a person,

[Sammy] *sarcastic* Okay, everyone ready to go to sleep? That's not a scary prospect right now, right? That's something that we're all really confident about doing? Cool, that's great. [Henry] Yeah, yeah, that's definitely not gonna, it's gonna go great...! [GM] Nobody's even cut their hand on a slick stone! It's fine! [Henry] NO ONE BETTER CUT THEIR HAND ON A SLICK STONE! We got enough problems!! [Joey] (Looking at you, Prophet!)

[Henry] Is Joey,,, sharing this plan with anyone? [Joey] ouo Has anyone asked him?

[Joey] Let's send Henry then! [Henry] Alright. Send Henry to Carcosa! [Sammy] *exasperated* yeah that's fine.... [Joey] It's not FULLY sending him there! It's just making a connection. [Joey] A little bridge! [Sammy] Uggghhhh... Sammy doesn't think we need any bridges to Carcosa. [Sammy] We've got enough Carcosa. [Sammy] Put some back.

[Sammy] This is what happens When You Give a Joey a Dream Spell.

[Sammy] We can't actually guarantee that New York isn't going to sink. That's not out of the question. [Jack] Is the Joey Drew specialty NOT "promising things that aren't necessarily things you can promise??"

[Henry] Actually, before Henry leaves he's going to give Joey a hug. [Joey] He doesn't get to leave. [Henry] Oh. [Joey] But Joey will take the hug!

[Henry] You know this man gives good hugs. You're getting a good Henry hug. [Jack] Gonna crunch all of Joey's terrible, very bad bones. [Henry] He's gonnna try not to crunch all of Joey's terrible bones! [Henry] But, I dunno. [Henry] Roll for damage.

[GM] The lurker knows this is serious, but he's also excited, because he has heard what a slumber party is from Henry's kids.

[GM] Now it is Friday, the 28th of December. [Sammy] Okay. Cool. Let's all make an effort to not ring in the New Year in Carcosa. That's MY New Year's Resolution: Don't Be In Carcosa.

#call of cthulhu: haunted hijinx #sammy lawrence #susie campbell #sammy x susie #norman polk #joey drew #when in doubt just keep drawing #quote post #theres no reason for dramatic lighting the cthulhu doodles have just become my Attempt To Figure Out Clip Studio practices lmao #i stuck a cap on sammy forever ago while pondering winter outfits #and it was so cute on him that now it might just have to be canon

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mersei47 · 1 year

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mh fix it au doodles that I just got to draw it out (below is my ramblings about this au)

- so like jay got shot but hes not dead and got send back in time before everything go to shit or all is just a big fever dream (I cant decide which one is better)

- and jay is the only one know about this then he has to do something so history wont repeat itself

- oh theres skully too but they are not jay but a different entity that is there to help jay defeats the operator (think of it like when you played game then died first try the second try you got a helping hand or assist so you wont die again)

- skully lives with jay at his apartment while both of them try to find a way to end this (skully is a good roommate if you get to know them :D)

- everyone that got contacted with operator can see skully (means that everyone except mh crew (+ jessica, amy etc.) cant see skully)

- jay probably ten times more paranoid about everything and everyone now that he knows whats gonna happen

- last time jay and tim ever interact didnt end well (at least for jay) so he has mixed feeling towards tim. and tim knows jay been keeping smth from everyone but doesn't wanna pry it out, yet

- skully at first just there to help defeating the operator but when times go on they help jay mending his relationship with his friends too

- one time when the crew shooting movie near the wood area alex saw jay walked out of forest looked disoriented and frustrated with leaf all over his head. everyone at crew just had to come charged at jay asking him what happened but jay doesnt want to talk about it since he knew it would involved them and risk being killed

- there will be time when he learned that he cant work alone forever (because look where it led him in the past)

- and skull know this too so they try to reach out to everyone else (brian, tim) to help jay which is very hard because brian and tim freaked out at first because "dude theres a masked man stalking us wtf????" (similar to how skully try to reach out to jessica in comic)

- jay cant seem to stay close with alex for a very long time because he will have panic attack (I mean alex did kill him and he probably still shocked) and as much as alex wants to ask jay what happened jay cant think of straight answers

- (theory time) now that I think about a way to defeat operator the only things I can think of is 1. defeat it within the ark 2. burn the forest (too hardcore and didnt solved the root cause) 3. or operator is the result of everyone's undiagnosed mental illness they refuse to acknowledged it and get help (jay and alex is clear examples). Operator is still real but it targets peoples like them. If they got the help them should probably can uh fight it off (this starting to sounds like cthulhu stuff)

I tried my best to sound understandable orz

#marble hornets #jay merrick #myart #I passed out half way writing this I actually intented to post this last night #mh rewind au

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itgirlgyu · 11 months

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˖ ֗ txt and big spoons!

⋆ ࣪ 🌿 ミ i have no idea what goes in my head. ot5! x fem! reader.

ਏਓ... WORD COUNT/ 1265!

.... WARNING: IT GETS MORE AND MORE UNHINGED AS YOU GO DOWN! extremely unrealistic. ִ° ⋆

yeonjun...

so we already know that our boy likes his bites large.

likes why is it even called mouthful if you're not getting a glasgow smile.

so when you wake up one day at night and when you're going to the bathroom next to the kitchen.

you hear something and you grab your barbed baseball bat that you keep beside the fridge that you use whenever beomgyu barges in crying for more doritos

you tiptoe to the kitchen and you see a silhouette moving.

with one hand on the switch and another gripping the bat you're ready to swing.

but you come face to face with your boyfriend stuffing a big ass spoon of his favourite ice cream into his mouth.

it being lodged in a way that he can't even yell.

but you can

so you yell and he's surprised and working on his instinct he flings the tub at you to defend himself

because he hadn't registered that it's his girlfriend.

so now he's icing your forehead on the floor of the kitchen while apologising profusely while you sit there contemplating how he even stuck that huge spoon into his mouth.

soobin…

he's a big spooner, like the actual term of it.

and he likes to assume he's the ever loving cute boyfriend who loves to cuddle

but the problem is that everytime he spoons you

you feel like getting smothered by a giant monster that could only be conjured by lovecraft.

you know the creator of cthulhu.

his extra large, lanky limbs snaking on top of you like a very familiar scene of a specific genre of anime.

not hentai, it's when you get strangled by said tentacles in hentai.

and you refuse to tell him that because you know he will get sad

you'd rather squeeze fresh lemon into your eyes before telling soobin what is equivalent to,

"your love smothers me."

so after days of contemplation, and suffrage you come up with the perfect way to save both you and your relationship.

everytime you feel his hold getting tighter and your oxygen level depleting

you just punch him slightly in the gut which causes him to turn back times and if he wakes up you pretend to sleep.

so he won't be able to bring it up with you.

and once he's a bit away from you.

you distance yourself from him, so that you're able to sleep without having to worry about dying randomly on a wednesday night.

beomgyu ...

beomgyu is literally a thumbelina.

he's so tiny and precious and adorable.

you had never thought much of it.

probably because you were like, oh yeah my boyfriend is so adorable.

what you didn't know is that he's keeping a secret from you.

so this one time, you were eating your breakfast in the afternoon, as one does.

with your milk poured in the bowl, you get a call as you leave to pick it up.

beomgyu appears and he is like,

"wheee a big bowl of milk."

and then takes most of his clothes off and transforms into a tiny little fairy and dives into the bowl of milk to give himself a good, beautifying bath to begin his day.

but his relaxation soon turns into panic when he notices your figure approaching.

so beomgyu resorts to hiding in the milk, but as you pour the cereal into the bowl.

his stress level keeps on climbing on a peak he didn't know he was capable of.

beomgyu knew his love for you would consume him one day but he didn't expect you to consume him before it happened.

that too literally.

beomgyu is thanking everybody and seeking forgiveness for every and any sin he has committed in his lifetime as you take a spoonful of your breakfast.

beomgyu feels as though his time has finally come when he finds himself lodged on your normal spoon, which now is a giant vessel of death for him, with a few of the fruitloops to keep him company.

but maybe his stress level had reached its ultimate peak and broken the meter because before you can even grasp the little bug looking thing is actually your boyfriend.

beomgyu appears before you, drenched in milk in only his underwear.

and that's how you find out that your boyfriend is a shape shifting pocket fairy.

at first you were like okay that's weird, that's suspicious.

now having him everywhere is kind of cute.

but i'm afraid yall became that couple.

those who don't even go to the bathroom without each other.

taehyun…

taehyun is not a violent person by nature.

that's what you always assumed.

like you saw this man was well known in the campus for annihilating your three lineages without speaking a curse word.

so yeah everyone knows how dangerous he might have been despite being a man of non-violence.

but that all changed then you were practicing a ritual to debut as the new witch in your clan around 3:33 am.

the last thing you expected was taehyun rushing in behind a panicked huening kai, who missed your pentagon by mere inches, and behind him was taehyun holding a metal spoon in his hand, probably aiming at huening kai.

you don't know what happens next but as soon as taehyun steps on the ring, it triggers some sort of lights to go off and taehyun starts levitating.

and before you can see what had transpired, taehyun had disappeared.

right before your eyes.

because of your ritual.

you were rightfully panicking, dialling your coven leader's number with your shaky fingers when a dishevelled taehyun appeared back into the circle.

the spoon was gone and taehyun looked extremely traumatized with his clothes tattered and donning a stubble.

"i think i altered history…"

and then next day you find out that taehyun shortly became the closest assistant of isaac newton because after the apple fell on him and taehyun's spoon punted from his hands to isaac newton's head, further proving the theory of gravity.

also later you both find out it was his 200 IQ and the vibrations from his metal spoon that flung him back in the past.

huening kai…

he's your local superhero.

but he's still new so he's kind of still clumsy but he's so cute.

always says it's the power of community and love that helped him save the day.

and half of the population believes him, because his control over his power is um…

like if you knock into the windows of a high rise building, and crash into the stalls along the street because you haven't learned when to stop and brake properly.

public isn't gonna love you all the time.

but it's still cute to some people I guess.

cause other half of the population find it extremely adorable!

and he got like 6 fan pages.

if we avoid the 10 other hate pages.

so how you knew him is one of the days he was practicing his flying after drinking three cans of red bulls.

it started fine, until it wasn't.

and before huening kai could gather his thoughts he comes crashing in through the open balcony of your living room.

proceeding to break half of the stuff in there.

with his mouth open, because screaming obviously.

the spoon full of chocolate cake you were holding in front of your face placing itself perfectly inside his mouth.

breaking his acceleration and causing him to stop skidding.

with your spoon stuck in his mouth.

"wow that's a big spoon but good cake, did you make it?"

@ITGIRLGYU 2023/ FEEDBACKS ALWAYS APPRECIATED!

PERM' TAGLIST: @impureperhaps @full-sunnies

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Collage box collection

After discovering that I had a reasonably big stash of interesting flyers, greetings cards, guidebooks and other bits of ephemera, and seeing this tutorial, I was really inspired to use it all for something.

This was helped by the fact that recently I've found a lot of really nice wooden boxes in charity shops for very cheap - all the ones pictured here were £2. Either I've been extremely lucky, or these things turn up very often and I just haven't been looking for them.

I've posted about some of these previously (here and here), but they were only half done and these pictures are better! Plus there is one new one.

First was this wooden chocolate box. Before...

And after!

You can tell this is my first one as I oversatured the paper with Mod Podge, leading to it bubbling and creasing, but for a first attempt I don't think it's bad at all.

All the pictures I used were taken from an exhibition guide for an event I went to called "Exploring the Gothic" which contained a lot of beautiful pictures. The floral parts were from a pad of scrapbooking paper, which I also used to make the individual compartments (they are origami boxes, see a tutorial for how to make them here) and I then filled them with pieces from my collection of beads, charms, and broken jewellery.

I also had a guide to a William Blake exhibition I'd been to, and since there was an entire plate from "The Marriage of Heaven and Hell" I had to make it into a miniature wall plaque.

I did this one at the same time as the first, and again you can kind of see that I oversatured the paper which caused it to tear slightly, however thankfully it wasn't in an area where there was any writing.

(BTW, if anyone is interested in the meaning of this section, Blake is describing his creative process, albeit in a fantastical way. This blog post gives a good analysis)

The next one was a beautiful little cabinet with a broken handle.

And here is what I did with it. I kept the collaging to a minimum, only on the inside, though I might add something to the outside in the future. The replacement "handles" are a pair of my earrings!

I used some more of the gothic exhibition guide and scrapbook paper, and also a flyer for a ballet version of Dracula. I need to find some more interesting things to fill it as it currently only contains my resin crow's skull and a miniature book of Tennyson poems. Also my Cthulhu candle gets to sit on top and be worshipped by the skeleton on the right door.

I did much better with the collaging process on this one. I was a lot more patient, used less Mod Podge for each layer and allowed them to dry fully in between, resulting in no tears, bubbles or creasing.

The final and most recent is this plain box. I noticed it originally came from somewhere called "Palmyra Hardware" which instantly made me think of the Palmyra Wolves (I'm a fan of MrBallen and saw him tell the story on his YouTube channel) which gives a pleasantly creepy angle to this one before I even did anything to it!

After collaging

The central image on the outside is another William Blake painting, an illustration to Dante's Inferno, which includes the famous quote "Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here". The writing saying "The way, the truth, the life" came from a religious leaflet that a friend of mine was forcibly given, and which he ripped to shreds, but I saved this part because for some reason I liked it.

Inside we've got a very famous Blake painting called "The Ancient of Days", the praying skeleton again as this image was reproduced several times in that guidebook, and a block printed demon from a handmade birthday card that a friend gave me several years ago. I'm very pleased to have finally been able to use him for something!

I've enjoyed making all of these immensely and no doubt I will do more in the future as I collect more papers and find more nice boxes 😊

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abbyromanoff · 1 year

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Not feeling well

Gif source: @cthulhus-curse

Pairings: Natasha x gn!reader

Summary: You caught some sort of cold while your girlfriend, Nat, was on a mission. She returns only to find you terribly sick.

Warnings: mentions of vomiting, swearing, kissing, fluff that’s really it

No one is allowed to copy my work, reblog as their own, or steal it.

2 more days. That’s how long until Nat is scheduled to return from her three week mission. And in that time of her being gone you got sick, the doctors said it was a nasty cold but you felt like you were dying. You were puking every morning, afternoon and night, you even took a pregnancy test to make sure it wasn’t just morning sickness or symptoms. You’d get freezing cold and then become boiling hot. Your face would go from blue lips and a pale color to sweat dripping down your forehead as your face was cherry red. Every time you ate it would come out of you someway whether it was from puking or going to the bathroom, you lost 4 pounds in the six days that you have been sick. Cho has been trying to figure out what it was, there was no way this could just be a cold. The team knew how miserable you were and let you relax, making sure you didn’t train or workout for the time being. You made them all swear they wouldn’t tell Nat as you knew if she found out she’d have someone else go on the job and would take care of you. And as much as you’d love for Nat to be here with you, you also knew that would mean more missions later on as Fury would say, ‘if you pass your mission on to someone else that’s double your own.’ Plus Nat enjoyed going on them and loved that thrill she got whenever she’d take someone down. So you sat in your bed, her side cold as you awaited for her arrival.

It was 2:06 P.M and you were about to take a nap, or at least try to when there was a knocking at your door. You yelled ‘come in’ to your best ability, it really only came out as a raspy, dry voice that could barely be heard. The door opened to reveal Peter trying his hardest not to drop the soup Wanda made. You noticed over the week that when you eat solid foods it ends up being puked out while liquidated foods weren’t as bad. You took the hot bowl out of his hands and put it down next to the half empty tissue box on your bedside table, thanking Peter as well.

“Of course, Y/N. Oh and Mr Stark gave me directions to,” he looks down at his hand with black sharpie on it that you could tell was written by him with how messy it was. “deliver your soup without spillage and inform you that Nat will be returning today.” He finished his sentence by looking back at you, staring into your red eyes with a smile on his face. You’d make a joke about the hand thing but you didn’t even have the energy to.

“Oh fuck, she’s gonna kill me when she sees me this sick.” As if you wanted to prove your point further you unwillingly started a large coughing fit at the end, successfully scratching the itch in the back of your throat. You continued the small talk with Peter for a few minutes until he left, saying he didn’t want to catch whatever you have. You couldn’t blame him, this was hell. So now you sat waiting for your girlfriend to return while slurping down the delicious soup Wanda made. You made a mental note to ask the witch on how to make it and started to clean up a bit. Even if you were tired and sore as ever you didn’t want Nat to come home to a huge mess.

Once you heard slight chatter downstairs you knew Nat has arrived back home and was most likely confused as why you weren’t there to greet her like always. Footsteps could be heard minutes later as she got closer and closer to your room. She slightly knocked while opening the door, peaking her head through she looked for you only to see you laying in bed covered in blankets.

“Y/N? You in he- ahh, there you are.” She walked over to your body ready to turn you over and give you a kiss only to find your pale face staring back.

“Holy shit! The guys told me you weren’t feeling well but I didn’t expect this,” She exclaimed. “Honey, can you tell me what’s wrong? Want me to warm you up a bath or get you something to eat?” You only shook your head as you laid still. She leaned back and told you to stay there and that she would be back. Minutes later you heard the same footsteps jogging towards your room.

“Okay I’m back. I know you said you weren’t hungry but I got you some saltines just in case, some ginger ale for your stomach, a hot bottle that Wanda said usually helps with periods but I thought ‘hey maybe this will work’. I got some-“ Her rambling was cut off as you pulled her into a big hug, not bothering to care about her getting sick too, only focusing on her body against yours. She put the stuff down and cradled you in her arms, not caring either about catching whatever you have. She felt tear drops drip onto her clothed shoulder causing her to pull back and examine your face with worry. You smiled up at her, or at least tried to.

“Thank you Nat. Thank you for doing this for me, I love you so much.” You said in a whispered voice. She stared back at you, a large grin overtaking her face as she took in what you said.

“I love you too sweetheart, so much.” She replied, wiping away the tears that arose to her eyes before continuing, “now come on, I’m going to run you a warm bath, I know you said you didn’t want one but we both know that’s a lie. And you eat up alright, you need something in your system.” She said as she walked to your shared bathroom turning on the bath. You groaned into the pillow as she ruined the sweet moment you shared, but nonetheless ate like she told you. You hoped it wouldn’t come up this time. She chuckled at the noise you released, god she couldn’t wait to marry you someday.

#natasha x reader #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha x fem!reader

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impossiblepackage · 5 months

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say, i heard you reblog a post about role playing games. do you happen to know of any ones that i, a beginner, could feasibly get into in this day and age? i tried DnD but a combination of not having anybody to play with (whether irl or online) and a dissatisfaction with low level boringness kind of made it fizzle out for me

oh hey an ask from 3 months ago that I didn't even see. hi.

ANYWAY. First things first, i cannot recommend @theresattrpgforthat enough. Ain't nobody better at recommending rpgs than that blog right there. Now, on to my thoughts.

If you want a DnD-like rpg, Pathfinder 2nd Edition is gonna be my first recommendation. It's harder to find games for on account of being significantly less popular than dnd5e but it's probably the 2nd most popular game. It's also completely free, with everything being hosted on https://2e.aonprd.com/. It's got everything except adventures, those ya gotta buy. For the next 10 days, there's a humble bundle that includes PDFs of lots of the pre-remaster legacy books, and includes a couple adventures, including a whole adventure path going from level 1 to 20. As a whole, the game is different to dnd but it's recognizable. Big fan myself, and paizo isn't a bunch of pricks. The setting is also super gay. There's a potion of trans your gender, and one of the main religions in the world is the worship of 3 gods in lesbian polycule.

Ironsworn: probably my favorite RPG, period. (also has a space version, that works the same way). It is narrative focused, and designed for solo play or in groups with no GM. Works just as well by yourself, as a duo, in a small group, or in a traditional way with a few players and a GM. It's structured around it's vow system. Your character makes a vow, you decide how difficult that vow should be to accomplish, and as you do things that advance it, you mark progress. Eventually, you make a roll to try and fulfill the vow, with the difficulty determined by how much progress you've made. If you fail that roll, it's bad. Cool thing is that just about everything works that way. Undertaking a journey, delving a dungeon, fighting a dude, it's all handled with the same system. It's a game about perseverance and struggle and relationships, both with people and with places. also very fun to play for writing practice. It's mechanics are rooted in it's setting, but there's no reason you couldn't play it in basically any setting. the youtube channel Me, Myself, And Die is, essentially, Critical Role But It's Solo RPGs, and he did a great season where he played Ironsworn, check it out. Also, Basement Fort on youtube did a duo playthrough. I've only seen the first episode but it seems like a fun watch, as well as showing off duo gameplay.

the Witcher RPG: i haven't played this myself or even looked at the books yet, but everything I've heard about this game has me super excited about it. the general consesus seems to be "yo this is wayyyy better than I thought it would be, why aren't more people playing this, what the fuck". If somebody more familiar wants to talk about it, that'd be dope.

gonna ramble about the rest much less, LIGHTNING ROUND OF RECOMMENDATIONS

Dungeon World: same genre as dnd, but much less crunchy gameplay. Much easier to learn.

Kids On Bikes: it's Stranger Things but as a ttrpg.

Call of Cthulhu: get spooky, idiot. The players are investigators unraveling some mystery or another, and trying to keep their sanity in the face of some cosmic bullshit.

Lancer: it's about mechs! closer to anime-style mechs than battletech style, from what I can tell. I've heard good things.

Vampire: The Masquerade: you will NEVER guess what this is about. It's a classic, it's great, it pretty much redefined the way I think vampires should work. The new version of Werewolf: The Apocalypse is coming soon, and I'm real hyped for that, too.

Shadow Of The Demon Lord: my understanding is that this game is basically "DnD 5e, but good".

#ttrpg #ironsworn #pathfinder #dnd #pf2e #dungeon world #kids on bikes #call of cthulhu #lancer #vampire the masquerade #shadow of the demon lord #witcher ttrpg

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slightlyhopefulromantic · 2 months

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been thinking about doing a class swap for a week or so, but i couldnt think of anything for prudence - until party fowl, of course, where oxventure gave an alternative class to me XD i might come back to these and do lines and color, but for now, just some sketches :]

some extra rambling under the cut about my thought process for all of these:

corazón was a pretty easy choice, considering he's already in a band and loves to charisma his way out of things, haha. he's a little less flashy than canon corazón since being a bard gets him plenty of attention as is LOL so he dresses more plainly. he puts up a display of being very cheerful and a friend to all, but this is very much a display - he still is corazón, with all of his brooding and jealousy, which led to him getting the rest of his pirate crew cursed, of course. though he was not initially captain of the joyful damnation, he took control of it after the incident of the cursehole, and is slightly prone to going on rants about "oh, they never took old CORAZÓN seriously, but see who isn't cursed now!" (<- was the one who got them cursed)

prudence was still raised by cyrus the hermit, but when she decided to follow cthulhu instead of zargon, she left behind the life of a warlock entirely. she still follows cthulhu, hence the evil-looking octopus tattoo on her shoulder, but this is purely a religious thing and does not grant her power. she's path of the beast because of course she is, she's a werebear. she carries an axe. she does not use said axe when she can just claw wildly or whip her tail around, but she definitely carries it!

dob was my favorite to draw. he's a pretty boy :] he has the most different backstory - he still got rabies, but an archfey took pity on him after suzette left to find a cure and gifted him with a fruit from feywilds to cure him. he spent some time in the feywilds as he recovered and was only returned to geth quite a few years later, and promptly set off on a quest to find his lost sister. this was, of course, a way for the fey to lay claim over him and now he's in a deal that greatly hinders his life, but he likes looking on the bright side of things! everyone thinks he smells lovely and comforting and he doesn't even have to wash himself for it to happen! awesome!

egbert is incredibly similar to canon. he has a big shield, hits people with his mace, and he's the religion guy (does not do anything with this). when he left the noble order of le dragon d'or, he was called to follow la vache mauve and was bidden to swap his class to cleric. he is not exceptionally good at the healing side of being cleric, but luckily he's light domain, so he can just blast people with all sorts of fire and radiant spells

merilwen was probably the hardest for me to sort out, since she is so based in being a druid and going with ranger seemed too easy (and also was already given to dob, lol). the vision of her riding on a bear took over though, so i went for cavalier so she could have advantage with mounted combat! i imagine that she would very rarely get to do this, but she loves that she has the ability to, and she definitely has an unnecessarily high animal handling score

#oxventure #corazón de ballena #prudence the tiefling warlock #dob the half-orc bard #egbert the careless #merilwen the wood elf druid #except you know. three of those people are Not those classes XD

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song-witch · 1 year

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Make You Feel

Pairing: Taylor Sloane (Ingrid Goes West) x Jess Thayer (Rough Night)

Word Count: 3,126

Warnings: Age Gaps (Jess is 34, Taylor is 25), Pre-Smut, Slight Choking, Spanking, Daddy Kink, Possessiveness, hints of Jealousy, Angst | 18+, Minors DNI

Summary: With a private charity event set to help Jess in the upcoming election, Taylor decides there's not enough fun at the party. It's no more than a publicity stunt, after all.

A/N: This was written for and inspired by @cthulhus-curse! This is our little rarepair and I love them dearly.

Jess sighed upon taking another sip from her martini. She had been listening to this man blabber on for upwards of an hour, yet he hadn’t said a single thing to spark her interest. Had this appearance not been so crucial to her reelection, she thinks she might’ve left hours ago. She probably wouldn’t have shown up in the first place if she were entirely honest.

It was something she hated about being in the public eye. She had to be so conscientious of what she said and did, and even then, it would still be picked apart by people who hated her. Years of self-criticism led to her hard exterior, it was critical as a politician. That didn’t mean she liked it, though.

So she continued to attend these… publicity stunts, for lack of a better term. It was part of the job and for the pretty penny she was paid, she would continue to deal with arrogant, old white men. Even if she was fairly certain she would get wrinkles at the ripe age of 34.

Forcing her mind back to the conversation, Jess swallowed harshly, nodding her head. “I hate to cut this sort, gentlemen, but I do have others to attend to.” The short-haired blonde gave a very fake laugh to accompany her words, as if it would lessen the blow of her leaving. The woman smiled as she stood, allowing their words to filter in and out of her head once again, pushing her way out of the circle she was in.

Filtering through the people who lingered about was easy enough, stepping out into the small, thankfully empty, balcony. Jess set her glass down on the railing, inhaling the sweet crispness of the fall air, her eyes watching the still-setting sun. Despite the fact that it was nearing 8 pm, the sky was painted something akin to a Bob Ross painting, with deep oranges and pinks.

She was thankful for the cool breeze and her cropped hair, meaning all of the wind hit her, rather than her hair. Jess paid no attention to the clicking of heels, knowing there were only a handful of people brave enough to follow her outside. “Fancy seeing you here, miss senator.” And yet, of the ones she expected, the soft Californian Valley Girl of her girlfriend was the least expected.

“Seeing as how we were both invited, fancy is not the word I would use to describe you following me.” Without looking back, Jess brought her glass to her lips, sipping the vodka-based drink. The chill of the air was more present than the one of her lemon drop martini, though she was hardly complaining as she finished it off. “Stalker is more your style.”

“Well excuse me for wanting to make sure my senator girlfriend is okay.” The blonde scoffed, moving to stand next to the older woman. She shivered in her short black number, jacket long forgotten in some coat closet, Malibu Sunset clenched tightly in her hand. Rather than wrap her arms around the taller one as she would in the privacy of their home, she instead sidled up next to her, their arms just barely touching as she set her glass next to the other’s.

Jessica only scoffed, shaking her head. “Stalker.” She whispered with a coy smirk, dropping her elbows to lean against the railing, finally looking at the younger woman. Heels that she insisted on wearing, even though Jess had said otherwise multiple times. It had led to the younger nearly being bent over her knee, only being saved by a call from her Uber driver of all people. She would be the first to say they accentuated her legs, though.

Sweeping up her legs that seemed to go on for much longer than miles, she resisted the urge to reach out and tug her dress down, the material barely reaching midthigh. The material wasn’t an issue. She rather liked seeing the girl in short, silk dresses. The issue was not only how short it was, but how she seemed to parade around, knowing her tits and ass were out. Jess had found it funny at first, given the fact that they were attending a “high-end charity, cocktail event,” whatever that was supposed to mean. As the night progressed, though, the cockiness of the younger woman had only fueled the rage she spent hours mustering away.

“You love it.” Taylor Sloane’s teasing pulled her out of her self-induced reverie, a shit-eating smirk accompanying her features. Her hair waved behind her in the breeze, the sun giving the slight tan she had developed over the summer a soft glow accentuated by her makeup. The angle she was leaning against the railing at made it more than easy to look down her dress, hardly anything covered.

“I don’t love being stalked.” Both had had their fair share of creepy paparazzi on more than one occasion. It wasn’t something they talked about often, though the thought hung heavy in the air. Reaching for her glass, Jess took a long look at the woman, clearing her throat. “And put your tits away.”

Taylor smiled cheekily, seemingly leaning forward even more. It was as if she were trying to get on Jess’ already high-strung nerves, though two could play at that game. “I thought you liked them, Daddy.” She emphasized the final word, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Shut. Up.” Jess held the glass tighter in her grip, turning away from the woman. She left without another word, leaving the younger behind to fix herself. It would still be hours before they would be home, though they were both certain they would see each other again. The moods the two would be in, however, were a lot less certain.

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Jess watched as the younger posed against the wall, some man taking photos of her. She knew Taylor was doing it on purpose; the fact that they had made eye contact multiple times was more than enough of an indicator. Yet still, it pissed the senator off beyond comparison, barely thinking it over before she was marching up to the young woman. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Taking pictures. What does it look like I’m doing?” Taylor only rolled her eyes, continuing to pose. She bent forward, much like she had earlier, barely any fabric hiding her tits. A smirk was thrown Jess’ way, a kiss at the man.

“That’s enough. I can take it from here.” Jess reached for the phone, shooing the man away in a move that was less than polite. She pocketed the girl’s phone, stopping the impromptu photo session within seconds. “Let me ask again, what the fuck are you doing?”

“Like I said, taking pictures.” Taylor scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Sure, she had asked a rando to take her pictures in an attempt to get the woman to her, though she wasn’t impressed it had backfired so quickly. She rolled her eyes, blowing air from her pursed lips.

“Taking pictures like a slut?” Jess scoffed, fixing the woman with a glare. Taylor had a tendency to brat out, especially when she wanted attention, though this was unusual, even for her. “We’re at a charity event and you’re slutting yourself out for a random man?”

“Oh please, I wasn’t slutting myself out. You’re just jealous.” Taylor rolled her eyes, reaching up to play with a strand of her hair. She knew she was in trouble, even before they had left the house. Why not play it up a bit? The only thing that could happen would be another punishment, and she was more than willing to pay that price.

“Jealous of what?” Jessica pressed, stepping closer to the woman. Their chests were nearly touching, the world around them fading to soft blurs. In this moment it was only them and the tension between them. She would’ve found it hot if they were at home, though she was far more fed up than amused.

“Jealous of the fact that I’m getting more attention than you.” The word ‘bitch’ mumbled under her breath, squinting her eyes at the woman. She knew those words would do it, by the way the older woman’s body tensed. She took a step closer, their noses now practically touching.

“Quit being a fucking brat.” Jess spit out as she grabbed the dirty blonde’s wrist, stopping her from walking away. As the number of warnings she got went up, the patience the senator had got lower. She was lucky they were at a very public, very important event, or she’d have been bent over hours ago.

“Then quit being a fucking bitch.” Taylor snarled right back, with possibly more venom than needed. She didn’t care, though. There was no reason for Jess to be as pushy as she was. Why couldn’t she take photos to post later if she wanted to?

“Excuse me?” The older grasped her wrist harder as she tried to walk away again, this time not letting her grip loosen. She was shocked to hear those words, especially after the talk they had earlier. Jess glanced around them, assuring they weren’t being watched, before pulling the girl closer. “Would you like to say that again? And watch your fucking attitude.”

“Then you,” Taylor met the woman with the same intensity, the pointer on her free hand coming up to poke at the woman’s chest, “stop being a fucking bitch.” She crossed her arms over her chest, meeting the same intensity that the other woman held. She was fed up. All of her attempts to gain her attention had gone to waste, shrugged off as if she were nothing.

“Let’s go.” Jess would be damned if anyone saw them, too focused on taking care of the girl to even care. She dragged her to the bathroom, practically throwing her inside the small room. “Fucing brat.” The short-haired woman snarled, turning to face the door. She inhaled deeply before turning around, ignoring the ‘what the fuck’ thrown at her.

Jessica locked the door behind her, a sense of cockiness filling her as she did. Taylor would face the consequences of her actions, publicity be damned. “You have about two seconds to apologize before I give you something to whine about.” Her hand almost immediately threaded through the younger’s hair, settling at the base of her skull and pulling upwards.

“Apologize for what? I wasn’t the one being a bitch.” Taylor scoffed, yanking her head back in an attempt to have her hair dropped. It didn’t work and only encouraged the older to pull harder, which in turn made the younger struggle just slightly against her grasp.

“I said: apologize, whore.” Jess grasped her hair harder, a gasp pulled from the younger woman’s throat. She knew how easy it was to rile up the blonde and vice versa. If she wanted to be a bitch, two could play that game.

“Fucking bitch.” Taylor spit at the woman’s heeled feet, actually spit, a flame in her eye that wouldn’t go away. She practically snarled, rolling her eyes and tossing her hair back, effectively pulling the older woman’s hand out of her hair.

“Watch your fucking mouth.” The words just barely resonated with the blonde before her head jerked to the side, falling to her knees, pain blooming throughout her cheek. The same hand that had slapped her, Taylor knew due to the warmth and slight buzzing that seemed to connect them, pulled her face back over and up, not giving her time to even react to the hit. Fire blazed behind her eyes as they stared up at Jess, her chest heaving.

“Cunt.” The speed at which two fingers were forcefully shoved down the younger’s throat was enough to make her choke, the acrylics of the older woman’s nails easily hitting the back of her throat. Despite the fact that Taylor was the best little cocksucker Jess had found, and she had had her fair share of free trials, she loved how easily it was to make her gag. The sound she made was enough by itself to turn her on, though the feeling was exquisite too.

“You keep running that goddamn mouth thinking I’m not going to do anything, huh?” Jess raised both of her eyebrows as her face tilted down just slightly, fixing the younger with a questioning look. Her hand followed where the blonde whipped her head back and forth in an attempt to dislodge her fingers. Even as Taylor’s hands came up to grasp her wrist and push it away, she continued to press forward.

“What? Too dumb to say anything back?” The taller woman faked sympathy, pouting condescendingly. She pushed her fingers forward before pulling them out, a sense of pride filling her as she watched the girl bend forward, hair falling in front of her face as she coughed. With a coo, Jess squatted, reaching through a curtain of blonde hair to tilt her chin up, meeting a pair of rage, and lust, filled eyes.

Taylor glared at the older though her vision swam with a mix of tears and arousal, grinding her teeth together. “Fuck. You.” The influencer spat through her teeth, her chest heaving. She knew she was going to be punished, if Jess’ earlier threats weren’t obvious enough, the unmistakable anger on her face was more than enough to send any man to their knees.

Jess’ nose twitched, her throat tightening as her hand traveled down the blonde’s neck, easily closing against it. “You just don’t fucking learn, do you?” She stood, not letting go of the younger as she did so, instead pulling her up and allowing her to dangle for a moment before dragging her towards the sink. The woman was thrown over the porcelain, her head bouncing off said counter with a resounding thud.

Taylor whimpered at the pain spiraling through her head, attempting to stand and reach for her head, only to be stopped by the politician. Jess easily grabbed the younger’s wrists, holding them behind her back, her free hand pressing down between her shoulder blades. “Don’t even fucking think about it, slut.”

“Ow.” The dirty blonde half whimpered, half moaned against the sink, squirming in her place. She was more than aware of the senator’s hands pushing the skirt of her dress up, a spank accompanying the motion. “What the fuck!” She yelped, though more from shock than pain.

“You wanna act like a fucking slut, you get punished like a fucking slut.” Was all Jess said as her free hand tugged the girl’s lacy thong down, bending over to pick it up and study it for a second. “Fucking pathetic. Getting off on your punishment. Whore.” The cropped-haired woman shoved them in the pocket of her pants, before another slap against the younger’s behind rang out through the room.

“Stop!” Taylor pushed her hips forward, trying to escape the slaps against her ass. It was futile, even if she didn’t want to admit it. Her hands were held behind her and there was no way she could squirm away, not with how high her heels were. It would most likely lead to her toppling over and she didn’t want to hit her head for a second time that night.

“You don’t get a say in this, bitch. So I suggest you start counting before I start over.” Jess threatened, her hand coming down yet again. She waited for Taylor to yelp out the word one, mere seconds before her hand came down again. She never hit the same spot twice, alternating both cheek and power with each hit. It had the younger crying by the twelfth hit, a mess of tears and whimpers.

Jess’ hand came down hard on the blonde’s ass, the sharp resounding slap of skin on skin reverberating through the small bathroom. She waited, curling her fingers until her nails dug into the soft flesh they rested on. “If you sto-” The woman was cut off by a wail from the younger, her form shaking with poorly hidden sobs.

“N-nineteen!” Taylor nearly screamed, rocking between her feet under the other’s harsh gaze. Her entire body shook with how hard she was sobbing, a mixture of tears and snot running down her face. She hardly even cared about how smudged she knew her makeup would be, able to see globs of black streaked across her cheeks, another product of her punishment, no doubt.

“Good.” Was all Jess said before her hand came down one last time, landing squarely on the girl’s already sensitive sit spot. She couldn’t care less about how loud they were being, far more focused on beating the brat out of the girl bent over in front of her. She watched with satisfaction as the girl yelped, her body quivering with the way she sunk against the sink. “Number.”

Taylor grasped at the faucet, her knuckles white with how strong she was holding it as tears continued to fall down her cheeks. “T-” She was cut off by a sob, pressing her face against her arm. It took her another sob before she spit the word out. “Twenty.”

“Good girl, Taylor.” Jess gently pulled the girl off of the sink, gathering her in her arms before sitting on the floor. Taylor clung to her almost instantly, her face slotting against her neck, fists grasping at her shirt. “It’s all done, baby. You’re okay.” The older woman murmured against her ear, holding her tight against her body.

“Good girl, Tay. You’re my good girl.” Jess hushed the girl, running her fingers through the loose curls cascading down her back. The younger continued to sob, her entire body flinching with how violent they were. Jess rocked back and forth just slightly, attempting to soothe her in any way possible. “My good girl, taking her punishment so well. Such a good girl.”

The short-haired woman swayed until the younger’s sobs subsided, though she didn’t let her go right away. “Look at me, Tay.” Jess prompted softly, using the hand still carding through long hair to gently tilt her head back. She waited until the dirty blonde did so, smiling softly at the girl. “You’re such a good girl, Taylor, even if you were acting up today. Now, you’re gonna get your Uber and I’ll meet you at home, okay baby girl?”

"Okay.” Taylor hiccuped softly, pushing her chin back into the woman’s neck. Neither of them cared about how much time passed, sitting on the floor of the bathroom, merely basking in each other. Jess ultimately had to force the younger up, helping her clean her makeup before sending her off, a kiss against her lips as a silent promise that she wouldn’t be long.

#Taylor Sloaned x Jess Thayer #taylor sloane #jess thayer #ingrid goes west #rough night

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meow-town · 2 years

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Finished!!!! (My art is bad, and I’m fairly new to digital art, so let me down slowly)

And as promised, a pair of HCs to go along with it!

Metal Family Halloween HCs! (General and x Reader)

-Dee acts like he doesn’t like dressing up, but he gets really into it. He was that one kid who always had the best, most original, most niche costumes (and you could always tell his parents would help him). He went as Cthulhu for Halloween once when he was 6 and he just looked adorable <333

-He really enjoys scary movies and actually doesn’t get easily spooked by them too, he crapped his pants watching Insidious though. He’s one of those people who reminds themselves that it’s not real, and it actually works for them.

-Doesn’t like gummies, just hard candies and chocolate bars. He thinks gummies are too sweet. So instead of trick or treating, he just goes out and buys a whole bag just for himself. (Also he thinks he’s way too old to go trick or treating) Much prefers handing out candy to the neighborhood kids in matching costumes with you, you were Victor and Emily from the Corpse Bride that year.

-Heavy is just in it for the candy, and he likes seeing black cats pop up on his instagram during October times. He also likes scary mazes and all that kind of stuff. Doesn’t mind dressing up and likes doing Halloween escape rooms with his friends. He’s the type of person who likes getting scared.

-Although Heavy has a huge thing for overly obscene Halloween masks, he loves the classic werewolf look. With his flannel and clip on cat ears. Dee always teases him saying he looks like a furry 😭

-Heavy will always join people to watch creepy movies, even if he watches them through the spaces in between his fingers. He’ll have his chest puffed out and say he doesn’t get scared easily, only to not be able to watch Chucky. Put on the most disturbing documentary about a serial killer who never got caught, and he’ll watch happily. Now, put on a crappy horror movie with the least scary antagonist you’ve ever seen, and he won’t be able to finish it. Unless of course, you’re there for him to cling onto at every screamer on your movie nights.

-Glam goes crazy on decoration and the spooky shit. I mean, his house has a replica of a ram’s skull on it. And that’s on during the whole year. He has impeccable taste in decoration, my man isn’t going to settle for plastic jack o lanterns scattered across his lawn, no.

-He will sculpt entire statues for Halloween, he’s good at everything so-

-Sculptures of fallen angels, imps, headless horsemen, characters from Lovecraft… He is also a big fan of fancy candles! He’ll have electric ones out on the orch to prevent fires, but inside the house he’s got tons of them. In really nice scents, as well. During Halloween season, the whole house smells of smoked sandalwood and lotus.

-Speaking of what Halloween season is to Glam, he puts up decorations as soon as September rolls around. It’s his favourite time of year. He also likes wearing cozy wool sweaters. Likes it even more when you’re piled on top of him with a weighted blanket, stroking your hair lovingly.

-He loves the history of Halloween but strongly dislikes the marketisation of it all.

-Victoria doesn’t have much of an opinion on it, but she enjoys watching scary movies with the family. For two reasons, they’re like the perfect date night movies for her and Glam, and because she loses her shit watching Heavy’s reactions.

-Victoria has this habit of going through Heavy’s collection of Halloween masks. She’ll scare the kids every chance she gets with them, spooking them whenever they turn a corner. Don’t worry though, she wouldn’t dare to scare you, she wouldn’t want to submit you to the Jigsaw mask Heavy has dug away in the attic.

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inkdemonapologist · 4 months

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!!!!!!!!!!! New Cthulhu Season has started!! this time featuring:

The band at our fancy party started playing a song that Sammy INSTANTLY recognised as his own improv, played a year and some change ago from the balcony of a New Orleans hotel to calm his nerves, which really should not be turning up perfectly replicated here and unsettled him so much that he ended up trying to communicate this to Jack in the LEAST CLEAR WAY IMAGINABLE

we got a supernatural partycrasher at the fancy party which means wE GOT PROPHET IN A SUIT!!! FANCY PROPHET FOR JUST A FEW MINUTES!! his previously prophesied warning of what was to come included the phrase "a report that silences the tongue of ythill," which is apparently what this was, and he got SO EXCITED about the appearance of this weird man making people bleed from the eyes that he booted Sammy from the front to take it all in. THE TIME IS FINALLY AT HAND!!!

i also have a lil smattering of out-of-context quotes from session 1 if ur into that sort of thing: here under the cut!

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[Jack] Aw, there's no snow in the year before, so probably no snowball fights for Christmas, [GM] Well, we can invent our own, that's fine. [Sammy] It's the ONE difference! IDENTICAL TO OUR WORLD, except for on December 25th there was snow, don't worry about it. [GM] And tape recorders! [Sammy] There's tape recorders, and there was snow on December 25th, 1934. [Sammy] AND ALSO CTHULHU IS REAL. But other than that it's exactly the same. [GM] That's it, just those little things. [Henry] A minor detail.

[GM] Another question: Christmas is on a Tuesday, does the Studio get days off? [Joey] In the Cthulhu universe, yes… And It's All Henry's Fault.

[Jack] Anyone who failed their Sanity gain checks in '35 -- it's the anticipation. [Sammy] Yeah, it's just driving you absolutely bonkers that this prophecy still hasn't happened, can it go ahead and get it over with? I hate having this hanging over my head! [Sammy] And if you PASS your sanity check, and gained sanity, it could be that you're just INCREASINGLY IN DENIAL. Like, you know what? Maybe he forgot!

[Jack] Jack's the most likely to keep up with these poor people we keep roping into our nonsense! [Joey] Hey, HEY! [Jack] "Welcome to the group! You're only here for a little bit, but have some trauma! Trauma for you! And trauma for you! BYE"

[Sammy] We're like Absol. We're not CAUSING the trouble, but it IS in our wake, constantly. [Jack] Absol is 100% a modern teenage Joey Drew's fursona. [Joey] ….Yeah…

[Henry] Is it an easier apartment to get to, for Joey, than the one he has? [Joey] That is a really good question. [GM] It has ONE flight of stairs, but it doesn't have ten zillion flights, so I mean, it's better, probably! It DID have an evil ritual in it,

[Jack] *reading the inflation calculator* $1,000 in 1935 is… 22 thousand.. and a half… dollars????? [Joey] GREAT! *claps* STUDIO'S FUNDED! :D [Jack] Joey, no, [Sammy] You can do that with YOUR money, [Joey] I mean, that IS what's going to happen to Joey's money, Joey's just going to immediately dump it into the studio. Grant gets a LOVELY holiday present where suddenly, the numbers are not in the red anymore! [GM] This is how Grant doesn't become the final boss. [Sammy] Is that a present? IS THAT A PRESENT??? Grant looks at the numbers and they're suddenly bigger? WHAT'S HAPPENING [Jack] Sounds like a tax nightmare… he assumes his mind is broken, he's gone delusional, [Sammy] Joey's not thinking about how this affects TAXES he's just like, OH BOY! More money! Grant'll work that out. :) [Joey] Yeah! :D

[Sammy] Oh wow, mistletoe's been around for a while. [Sammy] …I say, as if mistletoe, the plant, is newly invented,

[Jack] We need to even the playing field; Henry's the highest, we need to drag him down to our level!

[GM] Let's say it's just you guys, and Peter and Susie, and Norman took off. [Sammy] Aw, don't wanna stay late? Old man, gotta get to bed? [GM] Maybe not if people are saying THAT at him,

*after finding a major ice rink was not built until 1936* [GM] Well, maybe everyone can do that when they DEFINITELY survive and come out victorious next year! :) [Sammy] ….survive?! Nothing's happened! It's a CHRISTMAS PARTY. [Jack] I HOPE we're surviving the Christmas Party, the food's not THAT bad, is it? [Henry] We solved your Christmas puzzle! [Jack] The Christmas Puzzle is how much food can we trick Joey into eating by handing it to him,

[Jack] Oh no, Spark's gone to… CATCOSA…. !

[Sammy] That's fine, Disney still hasn't caught up with us, so. [Jack] Well they're havin' this whole weird issue with like, ink and cultists, it's a bit weird… bunch of the staff started going missing…? [Sammy] *laughing* The entirety of Bendy and the Ink Machine happens, just OVER THERE. We averted it so now Disney has to do it.

[Henry] I will say, Henry's been a little uneasy all day. This doesn't affect anything, it's just for flavour. [GM] But he is in a really nice suit! [Sammy] Well THAT's why he's uneasy. They had to smooth his hair, and he's in a whole suit, [GM] In a vest that actually fits, [Henry] Unrecognisable. [Jack] Who is this stranger?

[GM] Make spot (hidden) checks! [Jack] *whispering* I hope it's Norman. [GM] Both of you spot a familiar face, before he's able to come accost you -- it's not Norman, it's Denis! [Sammy] oh gosh. [Joey] Well… I don't know if that's better or worse than my initial guess of Avedon,

[GM] He greets you all cheerful-like, "fancy meeting you here!" sort of thing-- [Sammy] Sammy still doesn't shake his hand. [GM] --he knows you as Joseph, doesn't he? [Joey] Oh no…. Joey was trying to hide his name in New Orleans… [Jack] That's fine, it's all about reinvention!

[Sammy] You know how in the Illusion of Living, Wally comes up and Joey randomly starts talking about how he's a great guy and a hard worker, and you're like, we were talking about something else ten seconds ago Joey PLEASE stay focused, [Sammy] Anyway, I'm imagining that but with Peter?

[Sammy] The Studio just had a big release last year, and I just got this really nice car! and *mumbling* those events aren't actually connected, BUT!! Through the power of leaving out the middle bit, you can assume they are!

[GM] Sammy, make a listen check! [Sammy] EXTREME SUCCESS, I rolled a THREE. [GM] Oh cool! Make a sanity check! [Sammy] oh no,,, [Joey] *Mario voice* HERE WE GO!

[Sammy] Sammy is gonna look at Joey, see that Joey is like…. in the midst of a conversational manoeuvre, and go, run try to find Jack. I don't know if he'll GET there, but, [GM] He can at least locate Jack, I would think, unless Jack is in a back room kissing boys or whatnot!

[GM] This guy is wearing a really severe, matte black suit, and has unnaturally white skin, his hair is black and very oiled in a severe widow's peak-- [Jack] It's him! Bendy Inkmachine!! [GM] I'm reading this description RIGHT from the book, I need you to know that.

[GM] The music's also definitely come to a stop, while all this was going on. And then there's a gunshot! And now there's just a big, yknow, panic, like you get! [Jack] Avedon's here! [Sammy] There'd be more French-accented yelling if Avedon were here. [Joey] I like how we're just going to end up willing Avedon into this scenario by making repeated "Avedon's here" jokes, [Jack] I mean, I've been trying to do the same with Norman, but it's either not working, or we haven't rolled Spot high enough to find him yet!

[GM] You guys get interviewed and asked what you saw, and what happened! [Sammy] …hang on, I gotta roll a check. [Sammy] *rolls* … OKAY COOL Sammy's back. [Joey] *laughing* Sammy interview, or Prophet interview? [Sammy] They were going to get a REALLY interesting interview if I rolled better on willpower!

[GM] Do you suppose Joey would've helped Susie shop for a dress that she could conceal a firearm in? [Joey] [Joey] sURE! [Joey] I mean I feel like, "would Joey help Susie shop for a dress," stop the sentence there: absolutely yes. There's other things to consider with dress? Well that just makes it a fun challenge now!

[GM] The police ask you what you saw. What do you tell them, about your experiences this evening? [Sammy] Sammy didn't see a lot. There was some commotion and a gunshot. [Joey] Yeah, I think Joey's just going to report that he just heard commotion happening up front, and quickly decided that he wasn't interested in commotion!

[Henry] Who was it who saw people with bloody eyes? [Sammy] Uh, that was Sammy, he's not mentioning that part.

[Jack] *rolls* Normal success for Jack. [Henry] *rolls* Hard success! [Sammy] *rolls* EXTREME success, I rolled a ten! [Joey] *rolls* …what's the fumble point, again?

[GM, as Denis] "There was a yellow sign at the Mardi Gras party last year! I thought it was a lucky charm, but I guess… it wasn't? I had a friend who said it wasn't, actually. You should watch out for those signs. Yes." [Joey] *so tired* Okay, that's… that's fine… [Henry] "Very helpful, thank you." [Jack] (This guy's great, can we keep him?) [Joey] (NO.)

[Henry] Henry is going to have so much anxiety. Like, just in general, but over this, too. [Sammy] "going to"??? [Henry] *laughing* No, you're right. What I'm learning is that Henry CAN slide into being mostly even-headed about crises, but he has to have a moment of "Oh God, oh fuck, oh geez" first. [GM] I think Peter does that in reverse. [Sammy] Yeah, that makes sense -- Sammy just shoots straight for "OH COOL, WE'RE GOING TO DIE!!!"

[GM] How much do you suppose these boys are up on vernacular and slang? [Henry] Henry might've picked up something from his kids, that's all I've got [Sammy] That's cute… Henry knows what yeet means... [Joey] I WAS ALSO GONNA SAY HENRY KNOWS WHAT YEET MEANS,

[Sammy] I do appreciate Jack being the one to notice that the prophecy might be a pun.

[Sammy] What do we even DO with this? What do we do next… [Joey] *muttering* That's what I've been trying to think of for the last like… half hour, Sammy…! [Joey] This isn't Joey-voice, this is just me-voice. [Jack] Yeah, Joey would never admit weakness in front of Peter Sunstram. [Joey] Yeah. Correct.

[Jack] Well if anyone else wants coffee, Jack might end up makin' some! [Jack] You know, that 11:30 coffee.

[Sammy] "Well, if he plays clarinet, let us know." [GM] Peter tips his head as if he's thinking of looking that up -- not looking it up, looking into it! [Jack] Yeah, just google it, Pete! What are you waiting for! [GM] On his cell phone, [Jack] You gotta pull out your Bendyphone! [Sammy] JDS is responsible for all anachronistic devices.

[Jack] Is It An Insanity Or Is It Just The ADHD

[Joey] Is Joey gonna make stupid decisions…? [Sammy] JOEY,,, [Sammy] Augh, I should've gone with him, [Joey] *rolls* *starts cackling maniacally* [Jack] *deadpan* Oh gee I wonder what the result is, [Joey] *audibly grinning* Joey might try to dream spell… Y? [Sammy] WHAT?! [Henry] Joey what are you doing…. [Sammy] JOEY DREW!!!

[Henry] I roll to see if Henry's "Joey's Doing Something Stupid" senses are tingling [Joey] Yeah, I think it's fair for Henry to have a "Is Joey Doing Something Stupid" sense that goes off fifty percent of the time, [Sammy] It's NOT USEFUL because it's ALWAYS HAPPENING,

#quote post #call of cthulhu: haunted hijinx #sammy lawrence #jack fain #prophet sammy #when in doubt just keep drawing #already vibrating about these boys once again

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monstersdownthepath · 3 months

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For the likes of Demon Lords or equivalents - you know, divine or semi-divine entities that have stat blocks - are there any instances where their Servants are 'stronger' than them, with like higher BAB or more spells or any other craziness that can result from High-level Characters, or Monsters w/ Class Levels? I put 'Stronger' in air quotes because there's a lot of different types of strength, and being well-rounded is pretty important. No matter how huge your stats, if you have 7 Int a Maze is gonna lock you out. Asking because I was looking at WotR and had an idea (well, just cribbing an idea from another setting tbh) of giving Baphomet's cult a 'Muscle'. The Lord of Minotaur's is strong to be sure, but his cults tends to be more cerebral - sometimes, you need to break things. So, here's this super-Minotaur born from an exemplar of their kind - big, huge, strong, and barely sapient - a perfect fighting servant, to be summoned to his cults as needed. I do say Super-Minotaur because I gave them the Advanced Template, Class Levels and courtesy of Baphomet, some Mythic Ranks. It *is* for WotR after all.

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Hmmm... Among fiends, such a thing is nearly unheard of, and the times it is heard of are often laughed mockingly about; making something stronger than yourself is a surefire way to be replaced by it, regardless of how that strength manifests (see: Lyutheria, the former Horseman of Famine). I personally can't find an example of this occurring among the fiendish demigods where it didn't end with the created servant supplanting their creator! The closest available approximate is the fact the physically diminutive and statistically underwhelming Barbatos is in many respects physically and magically inferior to Furcas, over whom he holds dominion.

In Baphomet's case specifically, he himself is more powerful than his own Labyrinth Minotaurs--their species his most successful creation--by every measurable metric.

Even among good demigods, I can't immediately find anything like the scenario you're describing! I suppose, if you wanted to stretch the search parameters a little, Talmandor exists; he serves no particular Empyreal Lord, though, and this specific detail allows him considerable freedom when interacting with mortals.

there's actually a reason for this in and out of universe, actually; look at the crafting rules for any Construct or the rules of creating just about any Undead, and you'll always notice that the Caster Level needed to make such minions exceeds the creature's CR considerably! "You need to be more powerful than the thing you're trying to make" is built into the rules of reality!

All that being said, there's literally nothing stopping you from making your living battering ram have 40 Str/34 Dex/40 Con with two dozen and change combat feats. Baphomet has the wealth and resources of whole worlds at his disposal and, more importantly, ways to stop such a creature from turning against him... and if he doesn't now, he's too cunning to craft such a being without an idiot-proof failsafe (such as a kill-switch only he can activate or a phrase only he knows). Maybe he keeps the thing Imprisoned until it's needed?

side side note/fun fact I found out while digging around for a way to answer this ask: did you know the highest Str in the game (56) belongs to Cthulhu?

#asks #arch-arsonist

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bippot · 2 years

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Summary: Living together means that Adrian's secret identity isn't really a secret to her. Yet he doesn't know that, so she loves to make thirsty comments about Vigilante whenever she can.

It's not as if Adrian feels something more than friendship for his roommate, right?

Tags: Roommates, Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Denial of Feelings, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Teasing

Music Recommendation: Medicine by Harry Styles

Peacemaker, Adrian Chase Masterlist - here

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Adrian Chase is Vigilante. We know that. He knows that. Yet, he has no idea that Y/N knows that. She found out a week after she moved in with him and that was a while ago. They'd been friends forever and money was tight so becoming roomies was a useful way forward.

One day, she was watching the news as a story about the two heroes Peacemaker and Vigilante fighting an octopus in a zoo did the rounds. It was heralded as a big animal abuse violation and PETA officially denounced the pair. All the murder and gunfights was fine. Killing a (n alien infected) sea creature was the final straw for the activists.

Then, tired and worn out, Adrian returned to their shared flat with suction bruises from the evil tentacles that he'd just fought. The advanced mollusk's tactic seemed to travel under the hemline of each bit of clothing possible in an effort to...? Turn Chris on? Peacemaker had definitely seen some hentai that was similar enough to this situation.

Due to the amount of times Adrian had to slap the slimy appendage away from the bottom of his mask, which had already been untucked from under his shirt by the octopus, Adrian assumed that it was trying to reveal his identity. It managed to stick its sucker across his neck before he even had a chance to shoot.

(It actually wanted a direct route inside the mouth so he could easily fuck with their organs and kill them internally.)

"Jesus, Ade," Y/N exclaimed when she saw the hickey looking mark on Adrian's neck as he sat beside her on their couch. She moved towards him, lightly reaching out to trace the purple circle. "What freak gave you this?"

Okay, he'd come up with a lie in the van on the way home. He'd even run it past Peacemaker to check if it was believable or not. Chris - who, at the moment of the inquiry, was patching himself up - wasn't even listening and mumbled a dismissive, "Yeah, sounds great."

So, Adrian answered, "One of the girls at work wanted to test their spa cup suction things before she used it on herself. That's why I look like I've been attacked by Cthulhu," and it didn't sound like a bad lie for once. He'd prepared it. He had practised it beforehand and wasn't forced to come up with one on the spot. Maybe he was a good liar (only if you give him a couple of hours to rehearse).

"The things you do for pussy," she teased. She didn't believe him in the slightest. The moment he got that mark was right in front of her eyes on the television, so there was no way. And why the hell would someone bring their newfangled clean spa equipment to Fennel Fields of all places?

Her eyes were glued to the screen after that. She was aware that the man sitting next to her was the masked one in the footage but it was still weird to think about. Her very good friend Adrian Chase was the super skilled serial murderer Vigilante.

Should she be scared? Probably. Was she? No. It was just Adrian after all. The nerdy guy that cried at Disney movies then claimed he never did. Yeah, he might be capable of it but he wouldn't kill her.

"Vigilante is kind of hot, don't you think?" she asked him casually, keeping her eyes trained on the tv screen and pretending she hadn't noticed how her words made his face turn pink.

He cleared his throat awkwardly to say, "I guess... I mean, I guess he's alright for someone you can't see the face of."

Getting comfortable, she swung her legs onto his lap and shifted against the arm of the couch, facing him side on so she could divert her attention from real Adrian and the news footage of him. He tensed at the sudden contact but soon got used to it and rested his forearm against her knee.

"There's something about mystery, you know, something about not knowing who he is that is sexy," she proclaimed, not even hiding her smug smile when began to fidget and tap his fingertips against her trousers. Oh, how she loved teasing him. It was very fun, but now she had a chance to be more efficient with it. That's why she added, "The things I'd let him do to me... you don't even want to hear about."

Because that's the thing - he did want to hear. He really did. Maybe he'd do them. He'd most likely do them. Yet, he let out an awkward, "Yeah, I don't want to hear," and rubbed the back of his neck as he lied once more. But she wasn't going to let him off easy with this lie.

"So you don't want to hear that I'm imagining him popping out of the screen and bending me over this couch? Do you?"

"I don't-"

"Do you think that if we did it here on the sofa, he would keep his mask on or off because I'd love to hear every noise he'd make without it being muffled...Oooh, but keeping the mask on would be hot too."

She leaned her head closer to Adrian as she said that, causing him to blush furiously at the insinuation. He swallowed hard as his fingers started drumming against her leg faster.

"Got a mask kink, Adrian?" she playfully inquired, letting his hand play with her thigh where they lingered longer than needed. She felt it moving upwards slowly, almost as if he didn't realise he was doing it. His hand stopped and rested on the curve of her hip, the tips of his fingers barely brushing across the waistline of her trousers. She didn't push him away though. She was enjoying the feeling of his touch.

When he realised what he'd done, his entire body stiffened with embarrassment. He pulled his hand away, his face burning crimson as he turned his head and muttered something unintelligible.

"What was that?"

"I said, I've never thought about it before."

Another lie. He was on a fibbing streak tonight and Y/N had seen completely through them all. She laughed, knowing damn well he was lying. Her laugh caused him to glance in her direction and meet her eyes for a split second before he averted his gaze quickly to stare down at his hands resting on his thighs.

What a cute liar he is, she thought.

"Well, have a think about it and get back to me," she purred, her voice dripping with honey as she got up and ruffled his hair. "Night, Ade."

"Yeah, uh, night, Y/N." he responded as she left the room. Then, he slumped against the back of the sofa, closed his eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly through his nose. Throughout the entire interaction he kept repeating "Don't say you're Vigilante. Don't. Don't fuck your friend Y/N either. Just don't," in his head and it was a mantra that he held onto for the next couple of months.

Not long after her discovery, Y/N kept adding a few more steps in her routine in an effort to make his life less hectic. She could see how tired he was. Working the normal day and the violent night shifts were taking their toll on him. Every day she could see him getting more and more exhausted. Then one day, he crashed. Y/N had been getting ready for work when a grumpy Adrian stomped out of his room. She could hear his steps before he even reached her as she stood by the kitchen counter.

"What's up with you?"

He sighed and rubbed his face tiredly. There were dark circles underneath his eyes and he looked like a zombie. A zombie who still had their duvet wrapped around his shoulders. "Can you pass me the coffee?" Adrian asked as he stumbled over the threshold into the kitchen and fell into a chair.

"Nope. You're going back to bed," she ordered, making sure to emphasise the fact she wasn't messing around. "You look dead. You're not going into work today."

Adrian looked aghast. He'd worked himself into the ground for a long time so why couldn't he continue? Why? Did she want him to get fired? He's a fucking superhero and he shouldn't feel so damn weak and exhausted! Superheroes don't rest. They're not pussies like that. They fight evil and kick ass while everyone else gets to relax and get some beauty sleep.

"No buts. Text your boss right now."

"I can work. Give me the coffee and I'll be fine." He tried grabbing the mug off her hand but she dodged his attempt. "Y/N, please, I'll be fine. Please just..." His shoulders drooped as his voice trailed off.

Honestly, he was even too tired to argue anymore. The lack of sleep was clearly getting to him and she had to offer, "Come on, big guy. Want to lounge about on the couch and have me wait on you on my day off?"

"That sounds nice," he replied softly, waddling to the sofa and collapsing face first on the cushions like a sack of potatoes, his limbs flailing around randomly in search of a comfy position.

Y/N knelt on the floor beside him and gently brushed her hand down his bicep to notify she was there. He grunted and lifted his head to look at her. The poor thing was half asleep already but he gave her a smile and whined, "Can you get my phone for me please? My legs don't work anymore."

With that, she went back into the bedroom to fetch it and handed it to him so he could confirm his sick day. She intended to give him some space to sleep but as soon as she tried to move away he grasped her wrist and whispered, "Stay, please," in a small voice.

It was so pathetic it made her heart melt. So pitiful that her mind instantly went blank. Her body was already moving towards the couch and he was using her legs as his pillow before she knew it.

"Comfy?" she teased as his cheek pressed against her thigh. He nodded against her shorts, so she ran her fingers through his messy bedhead and hummed thoughtfully, content with watching television and playing with his hair until he eventually fell asleep.

During his slumber, he mumbled inaudibly a lot, mostly nonsense syllables but he sounded like he was doing an impression of a Minion. Y/N smiled fondly at his peaceful features, glad he looked somewhat calm. It was quite rare to see her friend slow down and take some time for himself rather than rushing around till the point of mental and physical exhaustion.

He was holding onto her leg as if it were a teddy bear as he nuzzled his face into her thigh. But his dreams quickly changed from a soft and sweet slumber to something different. She could tell. She could tell because his hips were slowly moving against the couch cushion as if he were trying to relieve some of his pent up tension. His hand was moving under her shorts, touching her inner thigh as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

She shook her head at his antics and laughed quietly as she pushed his hand gently away from her. He didn't respond. He only whimpered softly, but she knew it wasn't from pain. He was trying to seduce her with his dreamy moans and movements. It was temptingly adorable, but she weighed her options: did she wake him and cause a smidge of awkwardness or let it be and keep it a secret from him?

As soon as she decided to wake him, he stopped and seemingly woke himself up from his dream as a wide grin spread across his face. Then, since he was still in the haze of his sexy dream, he sloppily kissed her thigh and jolted upright when he realised what he'd done. "Sorry," he apologised, his cheeks flushing red. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me..."

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"Oh, that's okay," she said reassuringly, looking up into his green eyes that seemed a little more hazel in the morning light. "Feeling better?"

Weirdly, it wasn't awkward. It should've been. But it wasn't.

Answering by yawning, he scratched the back of his head sheepishly and rubbed his eye. The moment she opened her arms, offering herself as a pillow again, he took it without question. This time he cuddled into the crook of her neck, his head resting on her shoulder as his arms loosely wrapped around her waist.

"Never would've guessed you were so touchy when you're sleepy, Chase."

"I'm sorry. Don't get hugs often, have to compensate somehow." He squeezed her waist a little tighter and murmured, "'Like your hugs."

Comfortingly, she kissed the top of his head, running her hands soothingly up and down his back as she rested her chin on the crown of his head. This might've been the most relaxed he felt in a good while; his breathing evened out and slowed as his muscles unwound from the tense state they had been held in for the past who knows how long. She could feel his chest rise and fall rapidly beneath her palm and she hoped the sensation was comforting to him; it certainly was to her. He was practically clinging to her for dear life and she was enjoying every second of it.

"You know, you're cute when you're being all needy," she said playfully. He looked up at her, squinting as he blinked a few times to try and clear the blurriness from his eyes. It didn't work since he had left his glasses in his bedroom.

Frankly, she hadn't seen this side of him before and he looked so vulnerable and soft, almost innocent. She found herself wishing that they could stay in this comfortable place forever.

"Am not," he mumbled, burrowing further into her neck, trying to hide the blush creeping into his cheeks. "Cute? I am not cute! I'm badass!"

"You can be both."

With that, she stroked the stubble on his cheek with her index finger causing him to close his eyes and purr happily like a cat. His head lifted from her shoulder and she could swear she saw his lips twitch upwards. If she was a betting woman, she'd say that he was suppressing a smile.

"Go back to sleep, tiger."

For some strange reason that he didn't fully understand, he always wanted to do as she said. There was this overwhelming need to oblige her. It wasn't even deep within him. He wore it on his blood stained sleeve. It was an odd urge, but it had always been like that and it was starting to drive him mad, especially considering that he hated the feeling.

No matter how much he begged to differ, it remained the same; he craved to make her happy. If she instructed him to put the barrel of a gun in his mouth and pull the trigger, he might just do it. She would never ask that of him. He would give up being Vigilante if that's what she wanted. He would be grumpy for the rest of his life, but he would do it.

The fact that he felt like this scared the living shit out of him.

So, he closed his eyes and listened to her heartbeat, her soft breaths and gentle strokes of her fingers down his back, and let himself drift away once more. He needed this right now and he was grateful that she allowed him this comfort and a fleeting sense of, well, finally feeling loved. And maybe he wouldn't admit it aloud to anyone, but he secretly hoped his feelings wouldn't go away any time soon.

During his time asleep, Y/N decided to flip the channel to have a brief look at what was on the local news and, as usual, they had a little segment at the end trying to appeal to all the Vigilante's of the area. In big letters, it read, "To anyone who has information about the crazed madman Vigilante, please phone here."

Looking down at the 'crazed madman' in her arms, she snorted at the headline and started scrolling through the channels to see what else was on. There was no way she'd ever tell on him though, so she kept quiet, hoping he wouldn't notice that she'd turned off the TV and was focusing entirely on him.

His peaceful expression was priceless. As he slept soundly on her shoulder, the mumbling started again in his dream. It was still incoherent, but there was clearly something going on inside his head. Then the soft whines started again, this time right next to her ear and she couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her lips.

"Y/N..."

"Yeah, big guy?"

Despite saying something coherent, he was fully out of it, drooling and rubbing his cheek on the fabric of her shirt, his hands clutching at handfuls of her skirt, and his breathing becoming shallow. Again, just as he did before, his hips started to move. Clearly he'd jumped straight back into the dream he was having before, instead, this time he wasn't moving against the couch, he was moving against her.

The first time he did it, she brushed it off as an accidental grinding action. Then it happened again. Then a third time. Okay, now it was clear what was happening to her. She should wake him up. She did just that as he grinded against her once more, lightly shaking his shoulder with a small sigh as she watched his eyes flutter open.

"Hngh…" he grumbled sleepily, blinking at her in confusion. "…What? Ah!"

Both of their gazes travelled down his body until they reached the bulge in his shorts. They looked back up to meet each other's gaze and he suddenly sat bolt upright, blushing scarlet as he covered his groin with a pillow hurriedly.

"Ah, shit, sorry," he muttered. "I didn't...I mean...I-" He ran his hands through his hair agitatedly and sighed deeply. His body was tense and rigid, obviously embarrassed to have made such a mess out of things. "It has a life of its own."

Quickly, she averted her eyes, turning her face to hide her amused smile. She couldn't hold back her laughter any longer, and it started to bubble out in full force. A grin crossed his lips momentarily before he joined in, laughing loudly, his embarrassment dismissed almost immediately. Her laugh was too infectious to ignore and he couldn't stop himself from joining in.

"Want me to occupy myself with lunch while you 'calm' yourself down?" she asked teasingly. He nodded, still laughing, and grabbed the remote control off the coffee table so he could turn on the T.V. and change the channel as he waited for her to leave.

After that, Adrian was sure that he felt something more than lust towards his roomie. He really wished it didn't bother him. Really, he did. It was the first time someone had touched him and held him like that; in a tender, loving manner that he couldn't stop himself from craving for more.

That thought alone sent chills down his spine. It terrified him. He had never cared for another person's affections like this before, but he knew that it wasn't good. It was dangerous. No one should have that much power over him, that much power over his emotions. He didn't want it, didn't deserve it. He was nothing but trouble and he should be ashamed for thinking such thoughts about her.

However every time she made a thirsty comment about Vigilante, he thought, 'Why not? I could and would do that.' His self control was slowly being picked away bit by bit by her.

It all reached its boiling point one night when he came back home at an ungodly hour still dressed in his suit, desperately needing to come down from the adrenaline he'd accumulated on patrol. It had been a slow night, but every time he turned the corner his brain would say, 'Now this is going to have a mugger down it' or 'There's a man with a huge sword around here to battle, I know it'. There wasn't. It seemed that the streets were deserted aside from him.

"Hey, Ade," Y/N greeted as he tried to sneak in as quietly as possible. He hadn't even taken off his mask yet and he was already sweating bullets.

"Who's Ade? I'm Vigilante."

From where she was standing in the kitchen, Y/N simply stared blankly at him for a moment before breaking out into a fit of giggles. He narrowed his eyes and took a step forward.

"How long?"

"Months and months now."

He let out a loud groan, placing his hand on the wall behind him to support himself and taking a deep breath.

"And you haven't told anybody?"

"Not a soul."

In despair, he pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger as he exhaled sharply before dropping his hand and looking at her with tired, defeated eyes. Instead of saying anything else, she continued to stir her ramen noodles and hummed the song she had been singing before he arrived.

No, he couldn't be bothered to deal with this right now and stomped into his room, slamming the door shut behind him. He threw off his costume and climbed beneath the covers of his bed, pulling the pillow over his head and burying his face underneath it. He could hear her humming and the soft tap tap tap of her feet as she walked back and forth in the living room.

Why hadn't she told him she knew? Why? What was she waiting for? Did she really enjoy tormenting him? How many times had she said something graphic about Vigilante while she knew it was him? The answer was too many to count.

"Want me to split my noodles with you, Vigilante?" She asked through his door and he could swear he heard a smile in her voice, as if she wanted to annoy him more than anything. When she didn't get an answer, she chuckled and returned to eat alone.

The next morning came and Adrian was careful to ignore her completely. However, as much as he hated to admit it, the guilt was eating him alive. He was glad she had finally figured it out. It made him feel somewhat better and he could relax slightly, knowing that there was still hope for them. But still, he felt guilty nonetheless and he couldn't seem to shake her thoughts off his mind, no matter how hard he focused on literally anything and everything.

At work that day, all her flirty comments swam around his head and distracted him greatly. If she knew he was Vigilante and she wanted Vigilante that means.....she wants him. Unless she'd only been doing it to rile him up because she found it funny to tease him like that.

"Ade, what the hell are you - "

Y/N never would've expected that she'd be pushed against the wall as soon as she got home from work, pinned between the cool brick and Adrian's chest as his lips pressed fervently against hers. She gasped in surprise but didn't resist his kisses as his fingers dug deeply into her hair, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth until he pulled back briefly to breathe heavily.

"Tell me to stop if you don't want this."

Kneeling down, his hands gripped her thighs and tugged her closer to him, kissing her skin through her tights with such ferocity that her knees buckled slightly. Y/N whimpered, gripping onto his shoulders for support.

"I -"

Because of the sound she made, he retreated a bit to check on her reaction. Y/N smiled at him, biting her lip gently and nodding in approval. Adrian grinned in response and reached into his back pocket to find his knife. She froze for a second when he did so, not quite understanding until he swiftly cut through her tights and underwear, making them fall apart around her ankles as his gaze met with hers.

"Careful with that knife, you don't have your glasses on."

With their eyes locked, he let his nose nudge against her clit. She moaned softly as the contact, arching her hips into his touch as if pleading for him to continue. And he did. He gave her everything, he devoured her completely as he yanked her knee over his shoulder and began licking along her clit, leaving a trail of wetness all the way to her opening.

"What has gotten into you today?" Y/N breathed, clutching tightly onto his work shirt as her fingers tightened into fists around the fabric, knuckles turning white, and the sounds that were coming out of her throat became increasingly louder and louder.

Adrian smirked at the sight of her flushed cheeks and dilated pupils before pushing a finger inside her roughly. She cried out in shock as his fingertips rubbed harshly against her entrance, causing her to squirm and writhe beneath him and he laughed huskily before continuing to lick her clit.

"Gonna do this every time work makes me want to blow my fucking brains out," he murmured in between licks as he added his ring finger to the rhythm of his thrusts, pressing them deeper and deeper inside her. "Just think of your sweet pussy, Y/N, getting what she wants every day."

His words were enough to bring out the purest form of pleasure, causing Y/N to moan loudly as she arched her hips upward, grasping at his arms as she fought to contain herself. He kept pushing his fingers in and out ruthlessly, watching Y/N's face contort and twist as she let out a cry of pleasure.

"You want that, huh?"

"Yes!" she cried out, feeling the pressure build within her again as her body started to quiver violently.

A couple more seconds and then her orgasm overtook her, sending her crashing, her nails digging into his biceps painfully as she clenched down upon his fingers and came, releasing all across his knuckles.

"What was it that you said the other day?"

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Smugly, he stood and licked his fingers clean, smiling down at her in satisfaction as she remained in place, attempting to get her breath back. "I think it was something along the lines of 'I want Vigilante to rail me until the only coherent thing I can say is daddy'."

"Well, that does sound fun."

"Oh, believe me, baby. It will be."

Before she'd even realised he'd done it, she was lifted off the ground and was firmly placed on the kitchen counter with Adrian fumbling with his belt buckle in front of her. His trousers were soon around his ankles and he kicked them away before reaching for the hem of his shirt and lifting it above his head. Once free, he grabbed hold of her hips and pulled them towards him, positioning himself between her legs.

Yet, he didn't push into her. No. He said nothing as he unbuttoned her shirt, button by agonising button, revealing more and more of the skin beneath it before tossing it to the floor in a heap. He paused, staring intently at her breasts which hung perfectly in front of his face for a few moments, then hurriedly uncliped the clasps of her bra with one smooth motion.

"Can't believe you've been hiding these from me," he mused as he kissed her neck and his hands grasped at her boobs greedily. She shuddered in delight as they rolled around between his fingers, rubbing against his palms as he pulled away from her. She whined as he trailed kisses from the base of her neck to her jawline and down her collarbone. "So beautiful..."

Her breath hitched in her throat at his words and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he went lower, kissing all over her chest. "Vigilante," She whispered as he sucked a bruise into the sensitive flesh between her breasts, letting out a soft whimper and arching her back and leaning into his touch.

"Hmmm?" Adrian hummed against her, continuing to trace the outline of her collarbones with his lips as his hands moved up and down her sides. "Tell me what you want me to do."

"Fuck," she groaned. "Please, just fuck me already. Daddy, please."

His smile grew wickedly as his hips snapped forwards and he slammed into her, grunting in satisfaction when she gripped onto his hair. He thrust into her roughly a few more times, letting out low growls that caused goosebumps to rise along her arms and neck. Then suddenly, she felt him stop and lift his head off of her breasts, looking up at her as she gazed downwards at him with hazy eyes.

Surprisingly gently, his hand flew to her cheek and thumbed at her swollen lips, causing her to part them and take his thumb into her mouth without hesitation. He watched her intently, as if taking in every last detail, trying desperately to memorise everything about her.

She was his, he told himself repeatedly, his and only his.

"Say I am yours. Let me hear you say it", he whispered, removing his hand to place another kiss onto her lips. "Say it. Please say it."

"You are mine," she mumbled against his mouth and he felt the same euphoric feeling of victory wash through him at those three simple words. The look in her eyes was enough to prove it.

"Good girl," he purred, stroking at her cheek once again before continuing to thrust into her slowly and deliberately.

As their joined bodies rose and fell together, they continued to make out passionately, exchanging breathless, desperate kisses and Adrian began to move faster and harder, almost as if he were trying to prove something to himself.

"You take daddy's cock so well, my baby."

Y/N could feel the familiar rush in her core that signalled that her body was ready to come. She tried to stifle her whimper, but he immediately sensed it and broke their kiss to pull away from her and stare deeply into her eyes as he gripped her jaw between his thumb and forefinger.

"Let daddy hear it," he demanded, tilting his head as he searched for any sign of resistance within her expression and he felt her tremble against him at his rough tone and forceful grip. His voice was the deepest she'd ever heard before as he added, "Don't deprive me of this."

Just like that, she gave in and closed her eyes, letting out a loud whine of ecstasy. He chuckled as she gripped tightly on his shoulder, nails cutting into his skin and leaving faint trails as she thrashed around him, moaning incoherent words of praise.

"Holy fuck, you tightened," he muttered lowly to himself, allowing himself to take a breather so he didn't come too early. He withdrew from her body entirely and tugged her to her feet, only to turn her around and bend her over the counter.

Though she was still slightly in the post orgasm daze, Y/N felt his hands drift up the back of her thighs until they landed on her ass. Then, without warning, he let his hand roughly slap against the skin of her ass, hard enough that it left an imprint of pain and pleasure on her skin and she let out a moan.

"Like that?"

"Uh-huh. I like it, daddy. Like it so much."

"Knew a slut like you would."

All of her risqué comments had given him a perfect insight into what she was into and now he had the perfect opportunity to make those things happen. Why wouldn't he use her teasing to his advantage?

Another spank.

"That's for having a whore mouth."

Again.

"And that's for making me jerk off in my room every night instead of enjoying this pussy like I could have."

One more.

"That's just because I like the sound you make."

The sound of his voice sent chills down her spine as she looked back over her shoulder to see his dark eyes glaring into hers, full of lust and lust for her as his grip on her butt tightened and he pushed back inside of her again, grunting loudly as he buried himself deep inside her once more.

"Your cunt is tight as fuck," he said huskily, hitting her ass once more, eliciting a loud gasp from her lips as he continued to pound away into her. "So tight that I don't think I'll ever be able to stop fucking it."

"Please don't stop."

Grabbing onto her hair, Adrian drove his cock into her hard and fast, his tongue flicking out of his mouth and wetting his lower lip as he stared deeply into her eyes. "Is this how you like it?" he asked, pulling out completely to shove himself right back into her with the same force as before. "Want me to fuck you stupid, baby?"

She nodded as best as she could as tears filled her eyes at the sight of him, his eyes glazed and his cheeks flushed with exertion and excitement, sweat pouring down his forehead to his muscular chest. His muscles rippled and flexed as his hips pumped rapidly into hers, driving her crazy with pleasure as he fucked her into oblivion.

"Yes, daddy!" she panted breathlessly. Once she had uttered that fateful name, it was all she could say, it seemed, meaning that he'd successfully completed his mission. Her back arched and she cried out "Daddy!" over and over again, his hips buckling with pleasure as he threw his head back, pumping into her hard and fast until she couldn't breathe from being consumed by her own orgasm and, seconds later, he came too, filling her with his seed and spurting deep inside of her.

When the two of them were finally both finished, she slumped forward until her head hit the cool countertop, a huge smile plastered across her face as she giggled softly. Adrian chuckled at her reaction, bending down to press a tender kiss to her temple as he rested his chin atop her spine.

"You good?"

Her hand soon formed into a thumbs up and a nod followed suit.

They stayed there on the kitchen countertop for what felt like an eternity, neither wanting to get up and leave each other. Finally, though, they had to. It would be best to clean up the mess they'd made before it got cold and sticky.

"Let me just..." He slowly removed himself from her and gently pulled her up. "I can carry you, if you want."

With trembling limbs and blushing cheeks, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her to the bathroom. She held him tightly, not wanting to relinquish him even for a second, and he smiled fondly at her in response.

That's how life went for a while. They'd fuck and kiss and do most things couples do together. But they weren't together...nope, Adrian wouldn't allow it. When he was balls deep in her, he'd be seconds away from professing his love and claiming her for his own, however, he would deny that they were anything more. They both knew that wasn't the case.

"Dude, you fuck her, you buy her flowers, you sleep in the same bed, you talk about her non-stop. Face it, Y/N is your girlfriend," Chris argued on the way back from a mission. Adrian had been excited to get back to his 'not-girlfriend' since they'd left. And it seemed like his eagerness was showing.

"If she's my girlfriend, why is she going on a date with another guy then?"

"I don't know. Do you like the fact she's going on a date?"

No. No, Adrian didn't like the fact that she was going on a date with someone else. And that someone else was fucking Taylor from work.

A week or two before the Vigilante-mobile was in the garage and Y/N had offered to pick him up from work. She walked into the restaurant and, whilst waiting for him, had gotten talking to Taylor. Next thing Adrian knew, Y/N had his number and apparently they were arranging to go out to dinner together.

Chris could tell just by his buddy's face how he truly felt about the situation. It was pretty clear. It was obvious that he loved her. But he was scared to admit it; scared to acknowledge it to himself and accept it. Afraid he wouldn't fit into the role he had imagined for himself in his mind. Afraid that he wouldn't be good enough for her and so he kept it under wraps.

"You've got two choices, do jack shit and hear another dude fucking the absolute shit out of her through her bedroom wall, or go for it so you get to fuck the shit out of her."

Adrian groaned as his mind started spinning wildly and he realised what he had to do. That was it! His chance to show her that he could be the man that she deserved, not only did that mean that he could fuck her, but also that he could actually treat her well. He could make her happy.

Loser: i'm injured. can you take care of me when i get back?

Loser: please?

Loser: pretty please?

Stupid: How bad?

Honestly, the only pain Vigilante was feeling was emotional.

Loser: really

Loser: really bad

Stupid: K.

Oof. He felt the weight of that single letter in his bones as he read it over and over again in his head. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt.

The moment he opened the door, she was checking him for injuries immediately. She didn't find a single one (which was odd because he was quite clumsy and reckless). But her gaze was sharp with her brows furrowed.

"What's the issue?"

"Me. I'm the issue." He sighed. "I fucked something up."

She placed a soft hand on his cheek, stroking it as he gazed into her eyes, seeing the concern written all over her face. "Talk to me," she whispered, her fingers trailing along his jawline in order to calm him down, and it did - he sighed and ran his hands through his messy, brown locks.

"Taylor..."

"Oh."

Like some twisted form of fate, the person in question knocked on their front door just moments after. In a huff, Adrian opened the door and instantly regretted it. As soon as he saw that it was Taylor, he quickly slammed the door shut in his face.

"Get out of the way," Y/N mumbled and pushed Adrian away from the door. She opened it up and ignored how Adrian was glaring at their guest over her shoulder. "Hey, didn't you get my text?"

"What text?"

"Ade fell in the shower and has a concussion so I need to keep an eye on him tonight," she lied with ease.

Taylor took one look at them and nodded. "We can always rearrange the date." He looked directly at Adrian. "Hope you feel better soon, man."

"Oh, I will."

Then he was gone. As soon as he appeared, he had left. And Y/N let out a small sigh as she shut the door, turning towards Adrian who got to his knees and wrapped his arms around her legs, looking up at her with pleading eyes, a pout tugging at his lips and his eyebrows knitted together.

"If you want me to beg, I'll beg."

He gave her the puppy dog eyes that no doubt would work wonders on her. She sighed, running her hand through his hair, barely holding back a smile at his cute antics as she stood there, contemplating whether or not she should give in so easily.

"Go on, beg for me."

"Please, baby. I wanna be with you. Just me. Just you. Please." He grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly with a desperate whimper. "I'd really like it if you'd be my girlfriend. My forever girlfriend, please." He leaned in to place a soft kiss on her against her knuckles, nuzzling against her skin affectionately. "Can I please call you mine? Can we, can we be a real couple?"

All his tactics - the puppy eyes, the pleading, the begging, those pathetic whines - everything about this boy was just irresistible. She bit down on her lip, biting back a chuckle at his adorable expression. She was completely unable to refuse this little shit anything.

"I'm yours."

The words slipped out effortlessly from her lips without any hesitation whatsoever, causing a wide grin to spread across his face. Then he suddenly lifted his body off the ground, pulling her closer to him with his strong arms wrapped firmly around her waist, and kissed her passionately. She responded to the kiss with enthusiasm, wrapping her arms around his neck as he picked her up, carrying her to their bedroom, kicking the door closed behind them with his heel.

Later that night when they were both cuddled up in bed under the covers, he reached out to grab her phone as it lit up. "You've got a message from Taylor."

"Oh, I'll reply tomorrow."

Adrian had a better idea than that. He found his phone and told her, "I want a kiss." She complied and leaned in to give him a quick peck on his lips yet he deepened it, possessively moving his one hand to the side of her neck, his thumb brushing vertically across her jugular. The other hand was in front of them, taking a photo of the passionate smooch that ensued.

That photo would be sent to Taylor as soon as their lips disconnected.

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