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heartfullofleeches · 8 months

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Kreme Filled

Yan Candy Person + G.N Candy Witch Reader

Summary: Blurb in which Witch Reader teaches a friend a bit about their anatomy and said friend teaches them about theirs. Said friend almost happens to be made of fried douth

(Tags: Light/Candy body horror, slightly suggestive, fingering but not in the way that you think, no use of y/n - reader is referred to as Sweets)

"Whoa!- I didn't know you had a hole here too. I learn something new about you everyday, Sweets!-"

Living with folks made out of pastries and sweets for so long, it's surprising how easy it was to forget their various attributes and lack there of every now and then. Showered by so much love and acceptance in the community, it almost came as a shock the first few time to remember those caring hearts were made of sugar and syrup instead of the same blood and tissue as your own. Often times you recalled only these features by the spillage of their syrupy fluids, but frequent instances across that further separated your human skin from their sweet, doughy flesh.

Kreme was one of the sweetest souls you've met by far both in personality and taste. A local pastry with a hair that reminded you of freshly made donuts and coincidentally made of the same dough. Piped with passion for design and clinging to your side, Kreme visited your bakery daily for different pigments of frosting to decorate their clothing and self with whenever creativity struck which was hourly for them. On the plus side you had a few bracelets and rings too delicate for you to wear, but made them happy when displayed around your kitchen and home.

While piping the frosting need for a new batch of sprinkles on a tray, Kreme had grown bored by lax amount of attention on them and so they decided to pull a little prank to lighten the mood. They slathered their hands in powered sugar, snuck up behind you as concentration lowered your guard, raised your shirt under the guise of a friendly hug, and brought their powder covered hand down on your sides. Rubbing the powder into your skin, Kreme noticed something as their palms ran over your stomach. A hole almost like the one in their torso only much smaller and refused to open no matter how their fingers pried. They tried again, but stopped upon hearing you cry out in discomfort.

"Ow! Kreme, that hurts - cut it out."

Kreme immediately drops their hands, staring at you like a deer in headlights as you face them. "Oh! I'm really sorry, Sweets - it's just that your hole is so tiny I was trying to make it bigger for you." The fiend slaps their hands over their mouth. "I'm sorry - are they supposed to be that small for your kind? Please don't tell me I seriously hurt you."

You gently pull their hands from their face, wiping yours of its confusion in attempts to soothe their rising fears. "I'm okay, Kreme, really. But, what do you mean by... hole?"

Kreme lifts your shirt and points at your stomach. "This one! Never seen anything like it before."

You follow their finger, gears clicking as you look just above your waist. "Oh.... ohhhh that hole. Well, when people like me are... created, we're attached by a cord to our makes that gives us nutrients till we come out and that "hole" is where we were attached at."

Kreme touches your skin, eyes growing wider with every word. "That's so cool! I love learning more about you, Sweets. Human stuff was so boring when the others told me about them, but when it's about you I wanna listen all day... Wanna see mine?"

"Your what?"

Kreme laughs. "My hole, silly. It goes all the way through and I can put so many things in it. Frosting, jam, sprinkles. I love sprinkles - especially the ones you make me. Anyway, wanna see it?"

"Um...."

Not waiting for a reply, Kreme rolls up their tee and proudly presents the centimeters wide hole in the center of their chest. Crouching on your knees, you could see straight through it, and in at the softer wall of dough that made up their inners. By guessing, you estimated you could fit around three fingers in the hole with no problem. You try to shake the thought, but it keeps crawling back to mind.

"It really is a hole..." You reach out to examine the crater - having enough restrain to before your hand meets their skin.

"Yea!.. Stick your fingers in it."

You stumble on your feet and words - caught off guard by their sudden shift in tone. "What?"

Kreme smiles, directing one of your hands towards the entrace of their hole. "I want you - to put your fingers inside me. I can tell that you're thinking about it~"

Urged by their guiding hand and pleading eyes, you extend your index finger and slowly begin to insert it into their hole. The texture is akin to mashed cake as you imagined, but it's slightly more moist than pictured. Tearing an earlier theory you add another finger and push them both deeper, the walls of pastry around them contracting as Kreme whimpers - squirming, and even whining out as you pull back.

"Am I hurting you?"

Kreme shakes their head, grip alarming firm for someone of their kind. "No... no, no - it's just that whenever anyone else tries to touch my hole it's always a bit uncomfortable, but if it's Sweets.... If it's you, I'm okay with anything. Please keep going."

You didn't want to hurt them, but your curiosity had been peaked.

"Lemme know if any part of this bothers you and we'll stop, okay?"

Kreme nods as if they understand, but is too transfixed on your fingers as you add yet another and shove them all inside of them to utter more than desperate cries. Cold air kisses your fingertips as they fall out the back entry of their hole before being sucked back in. There's a little wiggling room, but not enough where you can't attempt to put in another digit. Kreme, noting your hesitant and dying to feel more of you looking around.

"Oh, oh - check out this fun trick I can do." Reaching over to the table, Kreme nabs the - tilting their head back as they swallow the frosting. Your fingers rooted in the tightness of their midsection run slick with cream as it slides down their throat, pouring out over your hand and onto the floor - spilling onto your apron and legs. Working as a lubricant, you successfully fit all fingers of your dominant hand in side of the pastry and out through the other side as their legs buckle, nearly giving out as they hover over you. You stand to help them upright and due to the building ache in your legs from your position. Kreme throws their arms over your shoulder, pushing with every pull and shaking as your hand stretches their hole wider. It'd close back to normal later on, but for now they revelled at the thought of having a permanent marker of your affliction on them. Tearing them up from the inside and leaving them starving for your attention whenever you close your doors for the evening. It too much. If only they could have one thing to be left with until the next day. One little thing to keep them going until the sun rose tomorrow.

"Sweets... Ah... deeper... I wanna feel you... always..."

As with all good things, their pleasure comes to an end to soon. You slide your hand out of their torso, allowing them to fall slack in your arms as they collect themselves. You subconsciously lick at the frosting coating your hand still in autopilot from closing shifts at your bakery, which in turn adds to their lightheadedness. You play coy to the kiss they sneak to your cheek as they stand on their own, gazing bashfully at the floor.

"Sweets?...."

"Yeah?.."

"I sorta lied when I said I never paid attention to things about humans... I know about various parts of their bodies and some of the urges... your kind gets... We really aren't so different if we really think about it."

You pause mid wipping your hands on your apron. "What are you getting at?"

"I'm saying the next time we do this I want your cream inside me instead. I don't want anything else than to feel you inside me - forever. It's the only thing that can make me truly happy. I never want to leave you so please don't leave me.

Kreme kisses your cheek again as they grab at the strings of your apron. "Just give it some thought. For now, I'll be taking this since I got it all dirty. Love you bunches, Sweets - bye!"

Loosening the tight knot, Kreme tears off your apron and waves it as their flag of triumph as they flee out the back door of the kitchen - leaving you alone to clean everything up.

#yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere blurb #yandere insert #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere candy #witch reader #Sweets witch

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bogleech · 1 year

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31 Days of Bizarre Movie Monsters Wrapup Tumblr Post

Deep Dark: the monster is a sexy hole and not really the villain.

Vanishing on 7th Street: the world is consumed by darkness, literally.

Vivarium: human cuckoo birds still not sure how to take care of the humans.

Tetsuo the Iron Man: repressed homosexuality might give you rocket shoes.

The Babadook: sometimes trauma is a weird guy.

The Autopsy of Jane Doe: when a dead witch is actually neither thing.

The Empty Man: psychic cults, tulpas and a hare-brained human internet. Ties in with a short comic series that provides more essential lore.

Smile: sometimes trauma is where a weird guy lives.

Little Otik: a piece of wood thinks it’s a baby, but doesn’t get it quite right.

Rubber: a tire kills people in a confounding meta-meta narrative.

Honorable Mentions I: some monsters that didn’t make it in.

The Ritual: a fucked up deer thing might be a norse demigod? This wound up the most normal monster in the list and could have probably stood to be a different choice, but I had fun reviewing it.

Galaxy of Terror: please pick up after your children before going extinct. The only movie I included that’s considered “so bad it’s good.”

Eraserhead: he’s just a little guy :(

Amulet: weird bats, a mollusk goddess of revenge and a truly horrific final twist.

Event Horizon: the famous “spa

ceship possessed by hell” movie. She just wants to go home, that’s all.

In the Tall Grass: this time the Stephen King monster IS the midwest. A field of grass warps space/time to torment intruders.

It Follows: about a sexually transmitted stalker.

Honorable Mentions II: more movies that were left out of the main feature.

Malignant: also just a little guy but also kind of a prick. An atmospheric horror film that (intentionally) becomes cheesy horror-action.

Incarnation: a single mom vs. a forgotten goddess in a heartwrenching and creatively immersive found footage film.

Possum: about a man and his terrifying puppet, but neither are the real monster.

Await Further Instructions: a toxic family are prisoners of their television.

Terrified: ghostly encounters that are really something completely different.

The Tingler: doctors hate him! Local man discovers the weird bug that lives in everybody’s vertebrae.

Oculus: mirror hates people, dogs and houseplants, may be most unbeatable antagonist featured.

Fiend Without a Face: the original “tentacled brain” monster movie and more.

1408: rude customer vs. sadistic trickster god hotel room with multiple, equally canon endings.

Pontypool: the most “abstract” monster in the entire feature.

Ring: a weirder horror franchise than most people actually know, and Sadako to begin with is weirder than most people remember.

Ana and Bruno: like I say at the end of the review, it’s a more touching Toy Story meets an even darker Babadook

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zombro-draws · 1 month

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I'm kinda curious about the Making Fiends: True Heir AU

Can you give me some info about it

Sure thing!! I haven't worked on it in a while, but it's pretty much an AU that takes place in the TV show version.

Here's a small synopsis of the AU:

Little over a decade has passed and Vendetta is still determined (albeit, more hesitant and soft due to Charlotte's kindness) to try and kill that annoying blue girl, Charlotte. She looks at her fiendish recipe book and finds one she's never heard of before. It's a recipe that allows her to create limitless fiends. As she attempts to perfect this recipe, the fiend mix violently shakes and sloshes around in the cooking bowl, soon jumping at Vendetta, engulfing her body in sticky, melting fiend mix. Once the process is nearing its completion, the fiend mix creates a giant silky, black cacoon in which the fiend mix finalizes its modifications on Vendetta. Soon, Vendetta emerges from the cacoon, now sporting a long, cascading dress with eyes and teeth, and two deer-like horns. Her new form acts like a symbiote that allows Vendetta to create a limitless amount of fiends with her mass. She needs a new name to call her new form, so she calls herself "Venadow", a play on her old name Vendetta, and the Latin word "Venado" which means deer or stag. With this new form, she intends to destroy Charlotte no matter the cost and destroy anyone who stands in her way. Charlene, minding her own business with Charlotte finds out what she's planning with her new fiends and body as demonic-looking fiends scatter throughout Clamburg and attack them both. Wanting to protect Charlotte, Charlene (as well as other Clamburg inhabitants) shall attempt to stop her and remove the symbiote/parasite from Vendetta and truly restore Clambrug to its former glory.

#Making Fiends: True Heir #Making Fiends AU #making fiends #makingfiends #Zombro Rambles™

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abysswalkersknight · 2 months

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No. No, how could this have happened. It was unconscionable, inconceivable!

Don’t panic, there’s nothing to worry about… other than a disgusting, foul fiend has somehow infiltrated the impregnable fortress that was his room. He stands frozen in place, as still as his beloved gargoyles, he dared not blink lest this creature disappears into who knows where.

Its disgusting limbs wave about in the air, as if taunting the prince as a sinking sensation befell his stomach, compose yourself fool, it is only a mere insect, it is beneath you, how dare you paralyse in fear before something so insignificant! And yet Malleus is unable to move a muscle, as if staying ramrod straight would willfully keep the interloper in place. He could just summon a little fire and smite it where it stood, it could be over in a matter of seconds he was the prince of Briar Valley for goodness sake! One of the strongest mages in the world! He was feared by many, Malleus would be damned if he were defeated by this small- knock, knock.

‘My lord Malleus, you summoned me?’ Thank the seven it was Silver, he had originally called him over for their weekly coffee break, but right now… ‘Silver, come attend me.’ He called out, praying that his voice betrayed nothing, it is prudent that the prince showed no weakness before anyone, especially his human charge. Behind him he heard the door unlock and the faint delicate tap tap of Silver’s heels as he strode up to him ‘is everything alright, my lord? You seem a little… tense’ he didn’t need to look at the boy to know that his brows were furrowed in concern, no doubt that seeing his prince freeze like a deer was unsettling “remove that abomination at once please, Silver’ he ordered finally tearing his eyes away to see Silver tilt his head ‘beg pardon sir?’

Malleus gestured to the statue Sebek had given him ‘that. Remove it please,’

Silver’s gaze searched for a little bit longer before widening at the sight of the large spider ‘oh, alright’ he said glancing questionably at the prince, Malleus huffed in response tossing his head to the side. To which the boy smiled ‘excuse me little one? Yes, I’m afraid you can’t stay here as my lord would not permit it. Oh don’t worry there’s a lovely crevice next to the window outside that should do wonders for you.’ Gently, as if coaxing one of his bird companions onto his finger, Silver guiding the little creature onto his hand, walked over to the window and patiently held it out until the spider had safely latched onto the wall ‘there, all better now’ he said brushing his hands together ‘yes, thank you Silver, you have my gratitude.’ Malleus sighs ‘though I ask that you keep this between us, heavens forbid Lilia ever finding out’ his old guardian would have a field day if ever he found out that the formidable prince of Briar Valley was terrorised by a spider of all things. Thankfully his retainer nodded ‘of course sir, is that all?’

‘No, I happen to have procured a lovely coffee blend from Kalim that I would be happy to share if you’d be so inclined.’

#knight's writing #twst #malleus draconia #silver twst #I am in one hell of a writing slump right now and haven't been able to get anything down properly for a while #but hopefully I'll get out of it once I'm done with some original drawing #but I wrote this one because I found a giant ass spider in my room earlier and had to get my mum to get rid of it for me #ideas come in mysterious ways

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monstersdownthepath · 4 months

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Herald of Erastil: The Grim White Stag

CR 15

Lawful Good Colossal Outsider

Inner Sea Gods, pg. 286

The second largest of all the Heralds, the Grim White Stag lives up to its name in every respect it can. Despite serving the god of community and family, the Grim White Stag (which I will be referring to as the Stag from now on) is almost always alone, preferring the company of animals and non-sapient beasts to anything else. Despite the fact it can speak and understand multiple languages, even those of the Druids, the Stag has never said a single word to any being that could possibly understand it, leading many to believe it simply can't speak. It is said that the Stag is only ever seen by human life every 20 to 30 years, as it spends all other times withdrawn from civilization walking a relatively lonely path through the forests of Golarion, instinctively avoiding stomping over innocent creatures and valuable plants as wildlife follows in its wake.

Despite its isolationist behavior, the Stag will leap into the fray to defend whatever tiny settlement Erastil commands it to protect with a show of force that may simply scatter the invading force immediately. What fool would stand in the path of a stone and wood deer 60ft tall? Worse still, when the Stag arrives, it often does so with an army; its echoing Bugle can be heard for miles around, with all wildlife and followers of Erastil instinctively recognizing it and instantly knowing the distance and direction of its source. Like something out of a Disney movie (or perhaps a Lord of the Rings film), invading soldiers may hear a low, mournful noise that echoes throughout a nearby forest and hear the footsteps of a titan growing slowly, inexorably closer. Then a 60ft tall incarnate of the wilds breaks the treeline in plodding steps so calm it practically radiates the idea that you couldn't harm it with any weapon you own, glowing white eyes fixed on you and your wicked allies with what is unquestionably a look of judgment, and before your commander can even give the order to fire upon this creature, the forest is alive with the sounds of every beast, bug, and blade of grass turning to take up arms against you.

The first arrow that flies isn't from your side, it's from the men and women in camouflage and animal skins that you didn't even realize had surrounded you until you were already routed, and it's embedded itself in your commander. The battle breaks out, and the titan of nature lowers its head and charges into the fray.

Unlike many of the Heralds we've seen thus far, the Stag is almost entirely built for battle. It's got some minor curative magic, able to use Neutralize Poison and Cure Disease 3/day each, and it's able to use Lay on Hooves 10/day to restore 9d6 HP to any creature in its reach, or to itself as a swift action, but all of this is window dressing. Like the Grand Defender, the Stag exists hit things really hard a lot of times in a row, and in turn be really hard to harm.

To begin with its defenses: A lot of the time, I outright don't talk about any DR or Regeneration Heralds have, because it's often shut down by exposure to Evil weapons and spells, meaning the very creatures they're destined to fight have the easiest time harming them. The Stag, however, has a novel DR that makes it that much harder for most creatures to hurt it: Its DR 10 can only be bypassed by a weapon that's both Evil and silver. Silver weapons are anathema to many fiends and creatures that would otherwise hunt the Stag, so they aren't likely to be carrying them around, and any creature which relies on Evil-charged natural attacks simply can't pierce its DR unless their natural attack somehow counts as silver.

Like many angelic beings, the Stag sheds a 20ft Protective Aura around itself, but sadly it's much weaker than the auras of most true Angels, only granting +4 to AC and +4 to saving throws to every being inside it against the attacks and effects of Evil creatures, rather than just all the time. It also doesn't hedge out hostile spells like the usual Aura, but in all honesty I can see why: it's got a 30ft space. A 20 radius sphere surrounding a 30ft space is a ludicrous area of protection, and since it's Colossal, the Stag can share its space with any number of its smaller allies. Were it afforded the full Protective Aura of the angels, it'd cover a fourth or even half of a typical battlefield with it... but of course, a DM can always modify that if they really feel like giving the Stag some extra juice.

This isn't all the Stag has to offer its allies, though. Defense is well and good, but the Stag can also give some offense with its Cascade of Spears, an intimidating-sounding ability that's actually harmless for approximately 6 seconds. This cascade sees the Stag shaking its head, its antlers shedding massive fragments to the ground below--18 fragments, to be exact, each of which can take the shape of a +1 shortspear, spear, longspear, or bundle of five +1 arrows or +1 crossbow bolts, individually chosen by the Stag as they fall from its head. These weapons retain their magic for only 18 minutes before losing their charge, but that's often enough for them to make a difference in the fight the Stag has joined.

When the Stag itself finally starts swinging, it hurts. It has a pair of hooves which deal 2d8+7 damage each, but its primary attack is a gore, dealing 4d6+14 damage and throwing whoever is hit 10ft away from it... but because it's got a 30ft space and a 20ft reach, its target is likely not knocked out of its melee range, but their own melee range, forcing them to waste time walking back up to it to try again and essentially making it a pseudo-stagger. This also has the side effect of pushing a target out of melee with the Stag's squishier allies while allowing them to still attack with the superior range of their fancy new spears.

Against a whole army of foes, the Stag can simply rush in and Trample over the lot of them, dealing 2d8+21 damage to any creature that doesn't move or doesn't succeed a DC 33 Reflex save. With the majority of its foes likely unable to meaningfully harm it, the colossal cervid can elect to just Trample them over and over each round until the majority are dealt with and its allies move in to mop up. Simple, direct, and effective.

To close out, the Stag has one more unusual act it can perform in order to either bolster an army before a battle or restore them after a pitched fight: Heroes Feast. This isn't like a normal casting of the power, though; the Stag can only perform this act once a month, and it does so by laying down and dying, its wood and stone body splitting open to reveal a banquet for up to 18 creatures. Anyone who partakes gains the benefits of the spell, restoring their bodies and minds and bolstering them against foul elements, whether that be what has passed or what is to come. Thankfully this does not put a permanent end to the Stag, as it returns to full life and health the very next sunrise... so if it performs this feasting ritual at sunset, by the next morning it will be back at full power, just in time for whatever mission Old Deadeye has for it.

You can read more about it here.

#Holy Heralds Month #Monster Spotlight #CR 11 to 15 #Pathfinder #dungeons and dragons

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aesopsharpmybeloved · 2 months

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Tess' Sharpuary - 15. Ashwinder

When a romantic stroll turns into a heated battle, you better make sure you're on the Potions master's side.

chapter specific tags: established relationship, an attempt to write action

relationships: aesop sharp x reader

15. Ashwinder (1k)

tw: descriptions of violence, blood, sexual content implied (lightly and briefly)

Time stood still as the two parties stared at each other, the silence of the forest deafening.

It was supposed to be a normal stroll through the forbidden forest. The day was warm, overly so, and many people lingered by bodies of water rather than leisurely perusing the streets of Hogsmeade or the various hamlets. Aesop and his sweetheart decided it was a perfect day to stretch their legs, and the Forbidden forest's cool shade looked more alluring than ever. Maybe they’d be able to gather some fresh ingredients while they were at it, an activity the professor not only found very useful, but also quite relaxing.

And so off they went, hand in hand, Aesop in his usual garb (with a cooling charm attached to all items, of course) and his young lover in a simple outfit of light blouse and skirt. It was far from the ordinary outfit she’d wear into the forest, or wherever it was she was currently exploring. However, seeing today the thing on their minds truly was a mere little romantic stroll through the age old woods, she deemed it unnecessary to change out of her leisure clothes.

Their softly spoken words reverbated off the trees, off their barks, their branches. Soft breeze made the woods sing a song as ancient as time itself, and its inhabitants too seemed to be enjoying the afternoon, birds chirping sweetly, little pitter patter of bunny rabbit paws scattering all around the couple. The woman was quick to point out each and every doe and deer that seemed unconcerned with their presence, as well as all the magical beasts peering at them curiously from where they were roaming around their nests.

Both knew something felt wrong, however, when the sounds of the forest around them got more and more quiet until complete silence replaced them

“What do we have here?” a mean, rough female voice cut through the air, “a couple of lovebirds!” An Ashwinder suddenly appeared from somewhere behind the shrubs, closely followed by two other bandits. The couple looked around themselves and noticed that they were surrounded by a group of at least ten dark wizards and witches. “What’s a pretty bird like yourself doing with an old geezer like him? How much do you pay her, old man, huh?” mocked one of the men, large, bulky, bald, and laughing at his own words. The woman who spoke first, their leader apparently, came closer: “Whatever it is, you’ll be handing it over to us. And we may actually let you leave here safe and sound…”

Aesop and his young lover looked at the people surrounding them, and then at each other. And they smiled. It was obvious these crooks weren’t what remained of Rookwood’s lot, majority of which fled after a very stubborn Ravenclaw rid the Highlands of him and his second in command once and for all, but rather someone new entirely. Because if these idiots were from the top hat-donning arsehole’s group of sorry lost existences, they would know one very important thing: The couple wasn’t stuck here with the Ashwinders, the Ashwinders were stuck here with them.

Without a single word, the lovers whipped out their wands and began sending spell after spell in the criminals’ directions.

The young woman grinned at the shocked faces of their ambushers. Some of them didn’t even have their wands drawn, the imbeciles! Of course, this only made them such incredibly easy targets. Her Glacio at the leader and the couple of tossers next to her was swiftly followed by the potions master’s Diffindo, cutting the frozen fiends painfully. They skillfully dodged the curses sent their way and shared their cast Protegos, and soon the criminals began scattering to get away from them.

Following Aesop’s Expulso, several of the fiends were blown up into the air in a fit of limbs and cacophony of pained yelps. “You have to teach me that spell!” his sweetheart shouted over the noise of battle with an obvious smile.

“Cowards! Get back here! You’re going to run away from an old man and some little girl?!” the leader cried, even as the crimson of blood from the professor’s Diffindo stained the front of her robes. “Oh, do shut up, you cow!” cried the young woman in answer, and the potions master marvelled at the ancient magic flowing through her as she raised her arm up, gathering all the magic around them into her very wand. With loud crackling and sizzling of bright blue, she brought it down on the leader, an explosion booming through the air upon impact.

And suddenly, there was no masked, cloaked dark witch. In her place stood a small, rather skinny dark-feathered chicken.

An unexpected chuckle rolled from Aesop’s mouth. They were long past on their own again, the rest of the bandits having run away to lick at their wounds, and hopefully reconsider their occupation. Well, everyone except Mrs Eggatha McClucking here. “I’d ask you to teach me this in turn, but I suppose that’s not possible, huh?” Aesop asked with a small grin, the impromptu battle leaving his cheeks slightly flushed, and his hair wild. His lover grinned and walked the short way back towards him. “What happens to her now?” he proceeded to ask, his hands unconsciously coming up to take hold of her waist. She tilted her head slightly: “I don’t know, actually… I never stuck around to find out. Either she’ll be lucky enough to make it to some chicken coop in one of the hamlets, or… Well, you know how it is. Mongrels have to eat too…”

His hands slowly moved her hips, making her smile further and lean into him. “That was rather exhilarating, wasn’t it?” she asked.

“Hm… I say we go back home…” Aesop took a deep breath, his chest pressing further against that of his sweetheart, eyes growing darker. The young woman had to laugh. One minute they’re battling dark wizards, brilliantly so even though severely outnumbered, and the other, they are pressed against one another, their hunger clearly rising with each second. “Wouldn’t want to give the new chicken here a show,” Aesop said slyly, one of his hands sneaking down to squeeze at the girl’s bottom quickly, prompting her to bite at her lip, her own cheeks growing warmer under his ravenous gaze.

“Apparate us home, then…”

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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed ☺

[AO3] - [Sharpuary 2024] - [Masterlist]

#sharpuary #sharpuary 2024 #aesop sharp #professor sharp #aesop sharp x reader #aesop sharp x mc #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanart #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #aesop sharp fanart #digital art #artists on tumblr #illustration

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mustiels-art · 2 months

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based on some lovely art @turtleslothart made me for christmas :] certified Johntaro moment

#chainsaw man #csm #csm oc #chainsaw man oc #john doe #deer fiend #motw #motw oc #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo #jjba jotaro #cosplay

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y-rhywbeth2 · 5 months

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Lore: Tieflings

Link to Disclaimer and other lore babblings

Featuring: The two types of tiefling (Orin belongs to one of them, actually) The other races' equivalents to tieflings Various ancestors of tieflings The 2e tiefling trait chart that I miss with all my soul My inability to be 100% neutral about certain 4e changes Tiefling Homelands, such as they are

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Tieflings belong to a category known as the Planetouched; mortals descended from beings native to the outer planes. TIeflings are descended from the evil-aligned Lower Planes and at this point can be split into the newer Asmodeus tieflings and the original "generic" tieflings. (Other races have produced fiendish planetouched. Tanarukk are orcs of fiendish descent; Elven-demon hybrids called the fey'ri, or daemonfey; Dwarven descendants of the offspring of devils are maeluth; and wisplings are halflings of demonic descent.)

The original, generic tieflings are humans with a fiend or an evil deity from one of the Lower Planes in their family tree.

They appear as regular humans, usually with only one or two odd traits giving away their ancestry. Black feathers growing from their shoulders, glowing red eyes, a tail, making plants decay in their presence... wings...

The bloodline begins with the half-mortal child of a fiend or deity (a cambion, or a bhaalspawn, for example). They go on to have offspring with mortals and the child is a tiefling. The tiefling grandchild's line may continue to dilute with human blood until it seemingly disappears...

...until suddenly, possibly hundreds of years later, a family's new baby is born with six fingers or a tail or something and the village is talking about drowning the "devil" in the village stream. With a lack of understanding of what's happening, and a lot of fear, the family themselves usually reject their own child. There are only a few places in the Realms where a planetouched birth isn't considered an aberration (I'll talk about them towards the end).

The outlook for tieflings is... not good.

"Occasionally a tiefling is born to someone indifferent to its appearance, determined to redeem it, willing to exploit it, or evil enough not to care about its nature, and these tieflings are most likely to survive to adulthood." - Races of Faerûn

Even if their physical traits are not obvious, tieflings become aware from an early age that they are different, as the essence of the Lower Planes in their blood tries to compel them and they often have "strange needs, desires or urges." They can ignore these urges to be any alignment they so chose. Unfortunately, as the world around them hates them, they tend to grow up to be bitter and mistrustful; they're not terribly inclined to help people they expect to run them off in an angry mob. Some of them embrace their impulses, seeing as they're just going to be seen as monsters anyway.

Their ancestry can be from various categories:

Deities: Beshaba, goddess of misfortune is one of the more known ancestors of tieflings. Her descendants are marked by white hair and deer antlers growing from their heads. Mask, god of thieves is another ancestor; Maskarian tieflings cast no reflections. Bhaal's tieflings show no outward signs, but have inclinations towards violence and an obsession with death.

Baatezu; Devils, the Lawful Evil fiends of the Nine Hells. Erinyes (fallen angels with black wings), gelugons (ice insects) and pit fiends (giant scaly red monsters with horns) are the most common ancestors. They enjoy strict hierarchies, complicated plots, rules and contracts with lots of smallprint.

Tanar'ri: Demons, the Chaotic Evil fiends of the Infinite Layers of the Abyss ("If there's anything you don't like, you'll find it here."). The most common demonic ancestors are Mariliths (giant sexy snake warrior ladies with six arms and swords) and Succubi (who were strictly demons, until 5e decided the devils needed a soul-stealing sex monster even though they already had those and they were the exact same thing as a succubus (Brachina)). Where devils enjoy playing with contracts and mind games and the slow descent into corruption, demons are pure hunger/lust and chaos and usually go for the fast track to corruption. Orgies and mindless over-the-top violence, both at the same time, if possible. ["Devils and demons hate each other" is the biggest understatement the universe knows, and the two have been at war since basically the dawn of time. It's called the Blood War and it will never end. They are instinctually driven to destroy each other, and this is also built into their tiefling descendants.]

Other: Fiends who fall into no other category. There is actually a third category - Yugoloths, the Neutral Evil fiends, but they don't seem to make tieflings that I've seen. Night Hags are a common enough ancestor, and tieflings descended from them often have blue/violet skin, likened to the colour of bruises. Rakshasa are another one; cat eyes and occasionally fur turning up on them.

3.5e gave them a set of traits they all shared: higher reflexes; a boost to their intelligence stat (for some reason?); the ability to see in total darkness; to create areas of pitch black supernatural darkness; they were less affected by the cold and electric shocks, and their flesh and skin was slightly fire retardant. Sometimes they had an affinity for certain animals, or had wings.

Back in 2e, Tieflings were all unique and could manifest some of any number of random traits. Behold! The chart!

And then, amongst the various shit that went down as the setting was burned down around us all in 4e, Asmodeus - Archdevil of the Ninth Hell, Ruler of the Nine Hells - killed the god Azuth and elevated himself to godhood. He "defeated" the Tanar'ri in the (eternal!) Blood War and celebrated by having a circle of warlocks known as "the Toril Thirteen" to create a new strain of tieflings descended from him to remind the world to fear him. This would be fine, except he did this by ruining overwriting all the pre-existing tieflings so that they would now all be descended from him and ALL have their varied, often subtle, appearances be changed to be red skinned people with goat horns and tails regardless of if that made any FUCKIGN sense. How do you overwrite a Night Hag or Mask or.the goddamn Mulhorandi pantheon The hells and Asmodeus have zero - ZERO, connection! He has no claim-.

*ahem*

Asmodeus exerts no control over "his" tieflings, however, they are simply marked by his power. People do not like them any better than the originals, but less of them are getting killed at birth now due to being born into families of other tieflings.

The ancestry of these tieflings does not dilute over time. The child of an Asmodeus tiefling is another tiefling.

By 15th century DR (5e) the Blood War is back on and the original tieflings have begun to re-emerge in Toril, but the majority are still the Asmodeus type.

The generic tieflings are rare enough that the majority can go their entire lives without meeting another of their kind. Asmodeus' tieflings are uncommon, but prone to being found in small groups.

Tieflings are "persecuted and feared in most of Faerûn." (Though the gods don't give a damn, and are happy enough to manifest to them in dreams in tiefling form to the delight of the religiously inclined)

There are, however, places where they are more common.

Back before it blew up (4e!) Thay had an unusually high tiefling population. "Thayan tieflings [were] usually the grandchildren of powerful wizards, birthed as part of some power scheme, and usually [spent] their lives as slaves or pawns to both sides of the family." Obviously, these tieflings became Asmodeus tieflings due to the ritual. Afterwards the lich Szass Tam decided to turn everybody undead. Some living people returned to Thay, once it was habitable again post-Spellplague (despite still being full of liches and vampires), so there may be some Thayan tieflings remaining. TIefling descendants of the refugees of Thay can also be found in the surrounding countries. Aglarond, mostly, since Rashamen has a decidedly negative history with Thay. Mulhorand is another land with a tiefling population. Mulhorand is Ancient Egypt. Not like fantasy-equivalent to Ancient Egypt, like they're actually the descendants of Ancient Egyptians who ended up in Toril (side effect of ancient wizards kidnapping people from other worlds to enslave). Mulhorandi planetouched are the descendants of the local gods, who once ruled the country themselves when it was first founded, and the mixture of aasmiar, genasi and tieflings is significant enough to make up 2% of the total population. In the case of tieflings, that usually means their grandfather/ancestor is Set, Anhur or Sobek. Historically the priesthoods of Mulhorand enjoyed bickering, which would've been annoying as the descendant of their god/their god's enemy, but the pantheon has told them to knock it off nowadays.

Mulhorandi tieflings have their own naming conventions, taking surnames based on their ancestor; Zia or Sia preceding the god's name. Ziasobek or Sianhur, for example. In the North, Neverwinter was once host to a cult dedicated to Asmodeus (the Ashmadai) that lead to a rise in tieflings, and since that offers an opportunity to blend in with their own kind the city attracted more tiefling immigrants, and as such has a fair sized population now.

I'm also taking a third option: immigrants from the outer planes would be unusual, but tieflings are out there and some of them may decide to move to Faerûn for some reason.

Sigil is a city at the centre of the universe built into the inside of a giant ring at the top of an infinite spire that has no beginning or end. It's also the nexus point of the universe, is covered in portals and its markets have goods from everywhere in known existence. It's population also comes from everywhere in existence, so tieflings are not such an oddity. Culturally it's rather like a fantasy parody of corrupt cockney Victorianesque(?) London, if the entirety of D&D moved there.

Tieflings can also be found living in the Lower Planes themselves, usually as canon fodder in the Blood Wars.

#Mulhorandi tieflings didn't have shit to do with the blood war fuck you Asmodeus #WotC: What if we made all the tieflings bland cookie-cutter red devils?#me: What if you went to hell instead?#tiefling tav #bg3 tiefling #long post

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northernolddragon · 7 months

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"The fiend looks almost like a deer. A huge mad deer."

#the witcher #the witcher 3 #tw3 #fiend #the fiend #favorite monsters in game #my gameplay #my game screenshots #my screenshots #virtual photography #old dragon

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clovermunson · 1 year

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candy fiend— s. harrington

summary: steve loves candy, so naturally he wants to eat all of it…even the candy that’s meant for the trick-or-treaters.

pairings: steve harrington x reader

word count: 1.510k

warnings: established relationship, domestic bliss (because who wouldn’t want that with steve?), mentions of food and eating, steve being stupidly cute, fluffy goodness, no read more cut because tumblr tried to fuck up the entire fic yet again

author’s note: i just had to write a halloween fic for steve, it was inevitable. and this was the perfect idea, so i couldn’t let it just pass me by. anyway, enjoy this fluffy cuteness with steve “good hair” harrington! likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated, but all i ask that you do not repost my work and claim it as yours! — xo, morgan❤️

requested tags: @kc-needs-coffee (because she’s finally come around on her realization that steve is a dumbass, but that’s her dumbass lol)

“Seriously, that’s your favorite?” You asked Steve from the kitchen, grimacing as he bit into a milky way candy bar.

“What?” Steve had a mouth full of chocolate and nougat, “it’s good!”

You shook your head, scrunching your nose in disgust. “You may think that, but it’s nowhere near as good as a snickers bar, or even just a plain hershey’s bar!” You’d turned your attention away from him, mixing the batter for your halloween brownies before pouring it into the pan and placing it in the pre-heated oven. It was around 6:30 PM, and no trick-or-treaters had shown up yet, so you figured you’d have time to bake something for you and Steve before the hordes of kids came ringing the doorbell.

“Say whatever you want, but you’re missing out, babe.” Steve continued eating the candy, digging through the candy bowl to find any extras to keep for himself.

You’d heard the rustling of candy wrappers, making you look over to see Steve’s hand fishing around in the candy bowl that was for the trick-or-treaters.

“Steve…what the hell are you doing?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

Steve stopped almost instantly, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. Then he slowly turned to you, looking like a deer in headlights.

“I uh…I was checking the candy?” He sheepishly smiled, unsure of his answer after he’d said it aloud.

“Checking the candy?” You exhaled, “you seriously think I’m gonna believe that?”

“I would hope you’d believe that.” Steve smiled a little more confidently, “I mean, c’mon. You don’t want any of those kids getting sick from the candy, do you?”

“Steve, the only way they’d get sick from it is if they ate too much.” You huffed, leaning against the kitchen counter that overlooked the living room of your shared home.

“Okay, but what if they had an allergy?” Steve asked, confident that he’d backed you into a corner, though he felt a little dumb when he realized that you’d both agreed to create an allergy-free alternative.

“And that’s why we have this.” You showed him the bowl of non-candy goodies such as halloween themed pencils, erasers, ink stamps, and stickers that you’d prepared for kids that may have allergies or simply didn’t want candy for whatever the reason may be. You and Steve both believed that halloween was for everyone, and you wanted to be as inclusive as possible about it— despite the rest of the neighborhood not seeming to care.

Steve knew he’d lost, because if he argued about the allergy-free bowl, then he’d look like a jerk. “Okay, fine. I was digging out all of the milky way bars for myself.” He admitted, beginning to put some back into the bowl.

You couldn’t help but shake your head and laugh to yourself over Steve’s attempt to be a candy thief. “Thank you, for telling the truth, you absolute candy fiend.”

Steve smiled to himself, leaning back in the recliner. He felt like he’d won a small victory in being honest with you, even if he hadn’t won a tangible prize.

“You can keep half of the milky ways.” You offered, hoping Steve would accept the compromise.

“Half?” He asked as if you were unsure of your decision.

“Half.” You confirmed, “but only because I bought an extra bag of candy and already dug all of those out for you.”

“Really?” Steve’s eyes lit up like a christmas tree, and you couldn’t help but giggle at him for it.

“Yes, really.” You nodded, smiling. “But that doesn’t mean you can eat them all in one night. They’re in the candy jar on the dining table.”

“Have I ever told you that you’re the best?” Steve practically jumped up from his seat, adding the candy bars in his hand to the jar.

“Hmm…only about a thousand times since we’ve been together.” You tapped at your jaw as if you’d thought about the exact number of times he’d said that.

“And it’s still true, every. single. time.” He punctuated every word with a kiss to your temple as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into a hug.

You looked around your perfectly decorated home, a sense of pride and warmth filling your heart. Of course you and Steve hadn’t entirely made it yet, but it was a humble beginning for the both of you that you loved and truly couldn’t get enough of.

You allowed your head to rest on Steve’s chest, hearing his heart beat like a steady drum.

However, your tender moment wouldn’t last long, as a group of kids had finally rung the doorbell, making you and Steve smile at each other.

“Looks like we’ve finally got our first little goblins.” Steve joked, grabbing the candy bowl from the end table.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little bit at how excited Steve was to hand out candy. Granted he’d never done it before, but it was still cute how he practically sprang to be the first to hand out candy.

You heard the chorus of “trick or treat!” As Steve opened the door, and caught a glimpse of a little astronaut, a ghost, and a mummy at your front door, their candy bags were already halfway full as Steve gave each kid a handful. Each kid said thank you as they excitedly left the front porch in a hurry, sprinting off to the next house.

“Happy Halloween!” Steve called after them, making you smile again. He’d always been good with kids, but of course when you have to manage six newly-teenage monsters all the time, you start to pick up some skills.

The timer had dinged, interrupting your thoughts. You sighed, whisking yourself over to the oven, shutting it off as you opened the door and retrieved the brownies with your favorite oven mitt. You set the pan atop the burners, allowing it to cool as you started cutting perfect squares.

You heard another group of kids at the door, a chorus of “trick or treat!” and “happy halloween!” filling your home once again, and Steve complimenting each of the kids’ costumes as he handed out candy.

After a couple minutes, you heard the door click shut, meaning that you were free of interruptions for at least the next few minutes.

Steve set the bowl of candy on the table near the front door, dramatically puffing his cheeks out as he exhaled.

“Tired already?” You asked, carefully picking one of the corner pieces out for Steve, setting it on a small dessert plate. You never understood why he liked the corner pieces, despite his argument of it being the perfect balance of crunchy and soft, but it was one of the many quirky things you loved about him. You also never really understood why he loved the halloween brownies so much, considering it was just a normal brownie with m&m’s, chopped up reese’s cups, and festive sprinkles mixed into the batter.

“I didn’t think we’d get that many in the span of two minutes. That was like…ten kids.” Steve counted on his fingers, unable to recall exactly how many kids had shown up.

“Well, have this as compensation for your hard work.” You offered him the plate, and he felt like his senses were in overdrive. It smelled absolutely delicious to him, and looked divine.

Steve took the plate from you, then took a bite of the brownie. “You know you’ll have to make these every year, right?”

“Only if you’ll dress up as Barbie and Ken with me next year.” You joked, knowing that Steve hated the idea of being a Ken doll with as much as he’d been called one.

“Yeah, that’s a no.” Steve smiled, chuckling as he finished the brownie, setting the plate in the sink.

“Suit yourself, Harrington.” You smirked, taking a bite of your brownie, “guess you don’t want those brownies next year.”

The doorbell rang again before Steve could answer, and he wiggled his finger at you, gesturing that you’d gotten lucky from the interruption as he strode to the living room, preparing for the trick or treaters once more.

“I’m getting those brownies, by the way!” He called over his shoulder before opening the door and being met with a new group of kids, each one in a unique costume.

“Keep telling yourself that!” You laugh to yourself, storing the baked treats away in a pastry container.

After a few minutes, Steve returned to the kitchen, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder.

Without looking, you offered him another brownie, which he took a bite of over your shoulder, his arms still linked around your waist.

“Seriously?” You giggled, wiping away the crumbs that had fallen onto your shirt.

“I love you.” Steve tried to say it rather cutely, planting a kiss on your cheek, and you’d be damned if it didn’t work to keep him out of trouble.

“I love you too, goof.” You smiled at him, resting your head against his.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fics #morgan’s halloween themed fics #morgan’s writings

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spahhzy · 1 year

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I am not sorry for this one bit.

Enjoy.

The duo of Jaune and Neo had paid a visit to Saphron and her wife Terra, seeing as Jaune and Neo were in town for a mission. Jaune decided to go see his sister.

When they arrived, they were greeted with Saphron, inviting them in as she told them that Terra went out for some groceries and that she would return soon.

They gathered around the kitchen table as Saphron gave a coffee to her brother and Neo as Adrian just played with a ball in his high chair.

" So how long are you guys gonna be in town?" Asked Saphron to Jaune, who sipped some of his coffee.

"Probably just today, we're on a mission to eliminate some Grimm out in some abandoned foyer a little past the western exit of Argus" Jaune said before pointing to Neo who was busy putting tons of sugar in her coffee.

"Plus, this little gremlin here wants to get back to Vale soon. Apparently, a fancy big wig party is coming about, and Jacques Schnee should be their, " Jaune said as Neo just drank her coffee and hummed happily.

"Oooh, I see," as Saphron studied Jaune's girlfriend, seeing a slight mischievous glint in her eyes and before Saphron could ask anything else her scroll rang looking at the device, she could see her wife calling her.

"Hi, hun could you come help me with the groceries?" Terra said to her.

"On it, hey Jaune, mind coming with me?" Saphron asked, to which Jaune nodded, and they both got up from the table as well as Neo, but Saphron stopped her.

"Could you look after Adrian for these next ten minutes?" She asked, and Neo looked at Saphron like a deer in headlights as she froze immediately on the spot.

"Uh Jaune, is she okay?" Asked Saphron as Jaune just walked up to the tiny assassin.

"Neo is just fine. She's just a little shy," Jaune said with a hint of amusement as Neo just glared ot him.

"Come on, sis, let's go help Terra" he said as both blondes walked out the kitchen and out the main door.

*Wait! Don't leave me here with -* Neo thoughts were halted at the sound of the main door closing as suddenly a ball bounced at her leg, and Neo's head snapped back to Adrian, who had a tilt to his head.

Neo just stumbled up to the high chair as she looked at Adrian, who just stared back at the mute.

Neo just looked away, uncomfortable, unsure of what to do.

"What do little kids like!?" She didn't freaking know!

Roman just taught her pickpocketing and sleight of hand tricks when she was young!

And there was NO WAY IN HELL she was gonna do the latter lest she suffer Saphrons wrath.

Suddenly, an idea popped into her head!

Funny faces! Yeah, yeah, like all the kid comedy movies do! Excellent thinking Neo!

Looking back at Adrian, Neo held one hand over her head before swiping it down and, using her semblance, changed her face.

Unfortunately, Neo didn't know too many people with funny faces, so the first thing that popped into her head wasn't anything human.

It was a Grimm.

A boarbatusk as a matter of fact.

Unfortunately, it had the wrong effect Neo wanted.

Adrian cried.

Neo flailed her arms at hearing Adrian cry as she looked around at what was causing him to cry. When she looked in the reflection of one of the hall mirrors, she could see her error.

Quickly, she dispelled her semblance as Adrian continued crying as Neo bit into her knuckle as an imaginary scenario played into her head.

"She made Adrian cry she is pure evil!" Came the voice of imaginary Saphron as she held her crying son.

"You fiend how could you!?" Came the voice of Terra as she went to console her wife.

"Why Neo!? Why!?" Came her boyfriends cry as he dropped to the dramtically as if he was in pain before looking at her.

"I guess we aren't meant to be after all..." The active imagination stops their as Neo let's out a silent scream as she paces back and forth, trying to figure out how to stop Adrian from crying, she was so distracted she didn't see the ball that Adrian had roll right under one of her heels until it was too late.

Neo slipped on the ball, sending her falling to the floor in what could only be described as comical.

Neo had birds flying around her head as she sat up on the floor.

"Ehehe!"

Neo looked up from her sitting position to the high chair as she noticed something new.

Their was no more crying, it was...it was replaced with something else...something different.

"Ehehaha!"

Neo peeked her head up and saw a wondrous sight.

Adrian was no longer crying.

He was now laughing!

Oh, happy days!

"Gotta keep the kid laughing, think Neo, think!" What could she do that could keep a kid entertained!

Another light bulb went off as an idea popped into her head.

She snapped her fingers as she mentally patted herself on the back.

"It's been a long while since I did this, so I might be a little rusty" thought Neo as she looked at Adrian's laughing face as an odd sense of peace and happiness flowed through her.

Checking to see if anyone was in the room and seeing that the coast was clear, Neo looked at Adrian before holding up her index finger as if telling him to wait.

Suddenly, before Adrian's eyes, Neo changed, and she was her normal attire. Now wearing a black and white stripped shirt, she had on black pants with suspenders with some black boots, a pink scarf, Romans bowler hat still on her head, and her face was painted white with black liner.

Neo had transformed herself into a mime.

'I knew those mime classes were worth something other than helping me kill someone!'

Neo looked at Adrian with a wave as she then began to pantomime.

She held on to what looked like a box she picked up from the ground, Adrian looked curiously as Neo sat the box to the ground, before going back to her original spot and 'picking up' another box and putting it in the same spot, she repeated this process a few times each time she would place the next box higher and higher as if she was stacking it.

At last, Neo wiped a bead of sweat from her brow as Adrian clapped in joy, obviously enjoying this.

Neo then 'looked' at the tall stack of boxes before she started to climb' them and Adrian marveled at what Neo was doing, Neo made her way to the tippy top it was stacked short enough to where her short stature could fully stand a top the boxes.

Adrian just clapped and giggled in joy and the warm feeling Neo felt before magnified.

'Keep the show going just a bit more,' Neo thought, wanting to keep the boy happy as suddenly the boxes from underneath her gaveway and Neo comically feel down, safely, from the boxes, the action earning Neo another laugh from Adrian as she smiled as well, tapping her chin she thought of her next trick. She looked at the ball at her feet.

She motioned for Adrian to watch her as she bent down and grabbed the ball with one hand and tried to lift it up, only for her to fall on her butt as the ball did not move an inch.

She tried to lift said ball again, struggling and failing over and over. The scene was hilarious if anyone was looking in, but heartwarming as the boy was just enjoying himself so much.

Soon, Neo, struggling with the heavy ball, had managed to lift it high enough to set it back onto Adrian's high chair.

Adrian looked at the ball in his chair and back at Neo, who looked at him, fanning herself before flexing her arms as if to show Adrian that she was strong.

Adrian looked at Neo and back at his ball before grabbing said ball and picking it up with ease.

Neo looked on with fake shock as she playfully fell to the floor as Adrian once again laughed in joy.

Neo just smiled, enjoying the sound of this small kids laughter.

*click*

Neo's eyes widened as she reverted back to her normal look as she looked behind her to see her boyfriend, with a smile on his face as he held his scroll out.

"Awe, this is gonna be my new contact picture for you-ooof!" He didn't get say much as a blur of pink and brown tackled him out of sheer embarrassment, Jaune was lucky to set the bag of groceries down as he was sent to the floor past a confused Terra and Saphron, who just peeked their heads into the kitchen to see a laughing Adrian.

"So...what heist or contract did you and Roman go on that made you take up mime school?"

*I will gut you like a fish...tell NO ONE!*

"Aww, but it's cute, my little mime assassin"

*...*

"Babe...what are you doing with Hush... sweetie meant it as a compliment! Ahhhh!"

*SUFFER!*

#jaune arc #neopolitian (rwby)#rwby silent knight #saphron cotta arc #terra cotta arc #adrian cotta arc

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