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yall know what we need? more fantasy stories depicting dark skinned royals. like in the full get-up too. im talking big white wigs, huge gowns, carved manors, everything. i mean look

its just beautiful?? look at the potiental?? her frizzy afro white whig?? what irony, what a look. this is what we need

alchemylab  asked:

A lot of Mass Effect Andromeda's problems arose from issues with Frostbite (inexperience, inflexible engine), and I don't understand why EA didn't see this as a problem and just let them use something the team was already comfortable with. The original Mass Effect trilogy used Unreal, why would EA force their team to use an engine that's really only good for crafting FPS games and not big open world RPGs? The only reason I can see is licensing, but that didn't stop EA before.

It wasn’t just a problem with Frostbite. Bioware had already gone through most of the Frostbite growing pains with Dragon Age Inquisition and still managed to get a great critical reception and sales that exceeded expectations. Sure, there were going to be engine limitations in place. There always are - even with Unreal (or any other out-of-the-box engine), there were engine issues that they had to deal with - it’s one of the reasons the leadership decided to switch engines in the first place. The biggest reason that sunk Mass Effect Andromeda was that they poured a huge amount of development resources and time into building an extremely expensive procedural planet generation system that wasn’t fun enough and was eventually cut. 

Procedural environment generation is an enormous feature that is extremely engineering-heavy. Environments are already one of the most expensive kinds of content to build. Normally you need designers to handle layout, environment artists to make the world look believable, prop artists to create objects to populate the world, lighting artists to make sure it looks right. It can take months to build out a single environment. When you make environments procedural, you also need all sorts of engineering to make it work as well - engine programmers, tools programmers, gameplay programmers, graphics programmers, and so on. Because it requires such a heavy engineering workload in addition to the usual environment art requirements, it means that such a feature would naturally siphon resources away from other features.

The original plan was to have a bunch of hand-crafted critical path worlds (the ones that made it into the final game), but also a near-infinite number of non-critical procedurally generated planets where players could fight bad guys, hunt for resources, find items, and so on. One of the technical goals was even to have a seamless transition from planet to spaceship (and vice versa) without needing a loading screen. Frostbite deals with large open world maps pretty well (as shown in Inquisition), but procedurally generated environments are a different beast altogether. The procedural content generation turned out to be an iceberg feature and just kept growing in size until it had consumed far more resources than it should have. 

The team leads eventually made the tough decision to cut it because the writing was on the wall - even after months of crunch to make it work, they could see that the feature still needed far more resources to get it into a shippable state than they could feasibly fit in the schedule. There was just no way for them to build both it and the rest of the game with the available resources in the time remaining. So… they salvaged what they could from it, but much of it (especially engineering time) was a lost cause. That’s one major reason why ME Andromeda felt incomplete at launch… because it had a huge chunk carved out of it in the last year or so of development. 

As an engine, Frostbite can do a lot of things. It worked for Battlefront, it worked for Madden and FIFA, it worked for Need for Speed, and it worked for Dragon Age Inquisition. There are always growing pains when making an out-of-the-box engine work for a game’s development, but the real issues with Andromeda were primarily scope-related. They misjudged the resource cost of the features they wanted to build within the engine and it bit them hard.


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I Can Say The Same (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: hey guys! I’m sorry my request are taking so long I haven’t had the motivation and I hope you can understand.
Warnings: mentions of abuse
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: the reader was kidnapped and the team finds her but the unsub starts attacking the team and she puts herself between Spencer (her fiancé) and the unsub. And she gets stabbed or shot (not death) and she gets checked out by the doctor and he tells her she’s pregnant but before she can tell Spencer he starts getting mad at her. And when she gets home they start fighting about it again and then she accidentally let’s slip she’s pregnant
Request: ✅
Upcoming Imagine: part two of…
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You sat on the dirty ground, groaning in pain as a bright light covered the room as people came in.
As your senses heightened, you saw your fiancé, Spencer.
“Y/N, I got you.” He said as he untied your hands and lifted you to your feet before hugging you tightly.
“I’m never leaving you alone again.” He whispered as he clung to you.
You felt a tear fall down your cheek as a wave of relief washed over you.
You have been kidnapped for a week, getting tortured and abused and now it’s all over.
“Hotch I don’t think he’s here.” Derek said holstering his pistol as he talked to his boss.
“Yeah we’ve checked everywhere and there’s no sign of him.” JJ added.
It made since.
He almost carved a huge slash in your leg before he heard sirens, making him flee so he’s probably on the run.
Of course you would say that but you didn’t have the energy.
All of a sudden you heard loud rapid gunfire and you saw a hole submerge into the back of Derek’s FBI vest.
Everyone ran for cover and then you saw it.
The man who has held you captive was standing in a far doorway, moving his gun to face you.
No… to face Spencer.
You yelled his name as you turned your body in front of him, and after a loud bang, you felt a sharp rip in your right arm.
You screamed in pain as you fell to the floor with Spencer.
You heard more faded gunshots, but after that the last thing you saw was Spencer’s worried face.
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You woke up to blinding lights.
Hospital lights.
You let out a sigh of relief when you realized you weren’t dead.
You laid in the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling for about 10 minutes and then a nurse came in.
“Hi Y/N how are you feeling?” The blonde nurse asked looking at a clipboard.
“I’m a little dizzy but my arm doesn’t hurt that much anymore.” You said looking at your bandaged arm.
“Your under some heavy duty anesthesia to take care of pain so that’s probably the cause of the dizziness as well. Your recovering quickly.” The nurse said with a smile but the smile faded as she looked at the chart again with a confused look.
“What is it?” You asked nervously.
“Ma'am… are you aware that you are 3 weeks pregnant?” She said with a smile.
A wave of happiness and worry fled through you.
“My… my fiancé… can I see him?” You said with a euphoric smile.
“Of course, I’ll tell him your awake.” She said leaving and returning with Spencer.
He rushed to the side of your bed and gently hugged you, careful of your arm.
“Baby I was so worried about you.” He said as he let go. “You shouldn’t have done that.” He added making your brows furrow.
“I shouldn’t have done that? I shouldn’t of risked myself for you? Isn’t that what your supposed to do when you love someone?” You said raising your voice just a little.
Spencer looked you in the eyes and then talked to the nurse.
After a few hours you were let out of the hospital and you went home with Spencer.
The warm scent of your home made a smile spread across your lips, but as soon as you thought about what Spencer said earlier, it faded.
“Can we talk about what you said earlier?” You asked as you sat on the couch.
“About purposely getting yourself hurt?” He said nonchalantly, but the way he said it still had a hint of sass.
“Spencer it’s not like I wanted to get shot, I would rather have it be me than you is that a crime?” You said throwing your left arm in the air as you spoke.
“I was the one with the Kevlar! I was the one who could have taken the hit! You were kidnapped and tortured for a week and you just threw yourself out there like you didn’t care! You could have pushed me away not jumped in front of me! Then neither of us would’ve had a bullet in their arm!” He yelled stepping closer to you.
You sunk into the couch more.
“I don’t think that’s the way you should talk to your traumatized pregnant…” you stopped what you were saying and you stood up to leave to your bedroom, but Spencer grabbed your left wrist.
“What… what did you say?” He asked, almost as a whisper.
“N-nothing.” You said slowly pulling your wrist away.
“No it wasn’t nothing… are-are you pregnant?” He asked as his eyes glosses over.
You bit your bottom lip and nodded, making Spencer laugh breathily before hugging you tightly.
“I’m so sorry for yelling at you sweetheart. I’m just so stressed… about you.” He said pulling away and cupping the side of your face.
“It’s okay… I understand.” You said kissing the palm of his hand.
“So… there’s a little baby in there.” Spencer said putting his hands on your stomach.
“Yup.” You said laughing as he got on his knees.
“How are you doing in there?” He asked hugging your lower back.
“How long?” He asked looking up at you.
“3 weeks, the doctor said.” You said with a smile.
“3 weeks? You must be two eights of an inch right now. Suuuper tiny… but still there.” He said into your stomach before placing a chaste kiss to the fabric of your shirt before placing another on your lips.
This kiss held longing and desire, something you very rarely felt in Spencer’s kisses.
“I’m going to love you for the rest of my life, Y/N.” He said as he looked into your eyes.
“I think this is proof that I can say the same.” You said pointing to your injured arm.

Call of repentance || Part II

Part I

Summary: reader is a member of the Golden Path. Under Amita’s command you have to sneak to the Royal Palace to kill Pagan Min. But when you’re about to fulfill your mission, you find youself unable to – under charm of king Min, you decide to switch the path and stand by the side of the Royal Army, becoming one of the leaders.

Word Count: 2211

Warnings: strong language

A/N: Part 2 of the story.

Author: Rouge

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A Moment of Weakness

Body Swap / Muscle Theft / Humiliation / Domination / NSFW




“Don’t you think that’s a little too high?”

I looked down at Alvin’s high platform shoes with a raised eyebrow

He was too busy however with measuring his new height to take into consideration what I had just said.

“Hurry up Mike! And take an accurate measurement!”

I shrugged to myself as I took a long metal ruler in my right hand and placed it gently at the top of his head. Careful to be as accurate as I could I drew a faint line with a pencil.

“Done!”

Alvin turned back with excitement but the hopeful smile on his face was quickly wiped off his face as his eyes gazed upon the faint pencil mark.

“Awww! It only made me about 2 inches taller!”

Being seated next to him in class, it wasn’t surprising that we started talking after a month of lessons. I found his company amusing and even though he annoyed me with his cocky attitude sometimes, I was fine hanging out with someone…erm…..less endowed than me.

Standing at a height of 5’3 Alvin was pretty much one of the shortest guys in school. The fact that his body was under developed didn’t help either. His shoulders were small and droopy, his arms were weak and skinny and his legs were short and frail. Yet despite his skinny frame he had a slight bulging beer belly popping out of his abdomen unsightly. His skin looked like it had just fought a battle with acne marks and pimple scars all over his face.  Alvin was however one of the cockiest guys in school. Given his small and unsightly stature however he would still go up to girls and ask them out and act with a punkish “Jersey shore-like” attitude. He loved wearing muscle tees, gym stringers and walking around topless even though he had nothing to show off to. I always suspected he was conscious about the way he looked so he tries to act big and tough and make people around think he’s such a player fuckboy It’s amusing to me though, and I see him as a monkey entertaining me.

The difference between him and me was simple. In fact you could argue that we had more in common. I liked being a cocky fuckboy wearing skimpy gym stringers too. Just that I had everything in the world to show it off to.

My name is Mike, and I have the most incredible body you have ever seen. My whole life I have been blessed to be unnaturally strong as well as having an incredibly hot athletic body. Being sporty and going to the gym since I was a boy has carved me into the perfect muscle god. My shoulders were broad and wide and my huge veiny biceps were the envy of every other guy out there.  When chicks oil my body up (which they all wait in line just to do), my huge godly pecs and carved abs glow bright as I stand to my full height of 6’2 under the sun. Not only am I blessed with a strong body but also a handsome face. With my smooth skin, strong masculine facial features doubled with my strong body and tall height all I needed were some killer sunglasses and I swear to you. I would have killed people on the streets.

“Damm this is gonna make me look like an underwear model”

Alvin laughed arrogantly as he admired his new platform shoes. Carefully placing shoulder pads on his shoulders to make his frame look bigger under his shirt he looked at himself in the mirror

“I already thought I looked good. But with these shoulder pads I’m gonna be getting myself laid tonight!?”

I just stood at a corner keeping my thoughts to myself as I played with the new pair of Oakley sunglasses I was intending to wear out today.  With a body and face like mine I don’t look to get laid. YOU wait in line to get fucked by me.  Being good looking all my life I just didn’t understand why guys like Alvin couldn’t just stop pretending being so confident and accept the fact that they are U.G.L.Y and probably WILL be a virgin all their lives no matter how hard they try.

No matter though. His actions entertain me. Plus I’m gonna have a laugh later when he discovers I slept with the hot chick he was intending to hang out with. I’ll just pretend I didn’t know about his crush and make it seem like it was her fault. Perfect one night stand.

Yea I’m an arsehole. But with a body and face like mine. I get away with it.

Everyone had to pass a physical test later which consisted of various exercises such as pull ups and running. This was cake for me.

It was a totally different story for Alvin. His weak little arms couldn’t even get him one pull up and his frail short little legs only hinder him when he was running.

But wanting to dress like a “real” man for this sports event he got high platform shoes to make him taller as well as well as shoulder pads to make him look wider. What a loser. Even if he looked like a “real” man, can he “perform” like a “real” man?

After taking a walk down to the field and listening to his “plans” on getting laid tonight I spotted the little pussy that slept with me last night. As always she comes before me (like any other chick would) and looked me seductively in the eye.

“I had great fun last night, I never knew a real man till your little piece of meat came into me last night”

I laughed and flexed my right bicep hard and within a few seconds the seams on my sleeve broke!

“Oh yea baby. You want somemore of this?”

She placed her hand on my crotch area and stroked it lightly while using her left to feel my huge biceps.

As a little bulge begin to appear on my shorts and my moaning got louder Alvin stood in front of me motionless. His eyes were becoming watery.

She turned around and looked at Alvin. “I can’t understand you, making such losers as friends. Oh I know! You use him as a free benchpress! Hahahaha!”

We both laughed loudly as Alvin stood there tearing.

I pretended like I didn’t know anything.

“Whats wrong man? You alright?”

I was full on arrogance knowing that I just dented his ego.  Sick. I know. But who cares when you have biceps like mine?

“I think my friend is’nt well. We’ll go to the pull up station first” I told her as I watched in joy seeing Alvin’s red face and teary eyes.

Putting my arm over Alvin pretending I didn’t know anything “ahh, women, I don’t know why they just keep coming to me. I always wonder why I’m so good looking” He looked up at me with a piercing stare but I just smiled back to him sarcastically.

At the pull up bar station where we had to complete as many pull ups as we could in a given time, I went first. With a smirk on my face I reached up for the bar and away I went. Seriously, this is so easy! I mean look at my arms, these veiny, muscular and strong arms has been the envy of every other guy out there! And as always I wowed the crowd when I did 60 pull ups. I even broke the record set by the previous top athletes. Wanted to hit 80, but think i should'nt make the other weaker guys look bad. I’m such a nice person

Now it was Alvin’s turn. He nervously went for the pull up bar, still obviously shaken that his long time crush was fucked by me last night. He tried jumping for the bar because his short height didn’t allow him to grab it. Everyone in the crowd laughed as I had to lift him up the ground for him grab the bar. A perfect opportunity for me to show off my strength and muscles.  Alvin however wasn’t in a very comfortable position. Trying his best to just manage one pull up he closed his eyes and tried to pull himself up.

“Hey! That guy looks like his shitting his pants!”

“What a weak baby!”

“Oh my god, he can’t even do a singly pull up? Seriously?”

The crowd around him was laughing hysterically by now. Mocking his weak strength. The main course was yet to come.

As he managed to finally bring his head to the tip of the bar something from his shirt dropped off. It was a white spongy thing that fell on the floor. And suddenly his left shoulder looked smaller than his right shoulder.

“Yo! Check it out! The weak baby is wearing shoulder pads to make himself look bigger! Pathetic!”

The crowd was now laughing madly as his strength gave in and he fell onto the floor.  Lying in mud with tears across his face, he started covering his face unable to take the humiliation that was coming at him at all fronts.

He finally got on his feet and ran off.

But not before giving me a stare. With his deep brown eyes, it pierced into my soul. And for once today, I actually felt genuinely sorry for him.




I ran off in the same direction as him. Only to find him hiding in a deserted toilet at the highest level of a building.

“Hey you alright man?” I tried to comfort him

“No go away! Fucking leave me alone!” He yelled at me while sitting on the floor at the corner of the toilet.

For once in my life I felt really sorry for the harm I caused a person. I didn’t expect this to happen and I felt really bad that I stole his crush. I did what I have never done before. I kneeled before him and gave him a hug.

For an awkward five or maybe six seconds it was silence.

He finally broke down again.

“Mike, have you any idea why I act so cockily sometimes?”

I remained silent

“I really wish I didn’t have this body. I wish I could be handsome and strong. I wish I could be tall and have a hot body. I wish I could be you……Mike, you’re my only friend. And I know you would never betray me”

At this point my heart melted. Hell was I a terribly evil person. This person treated me with so much trust and friendship but I made him go through hell.

“Is there anything I can do to make you dream come true? Maybe I could coach you in the gym or something?”

Alvin shook his head as a grin took over his face. A long silent followed as he looked at me hypnotically as in he was trying to control my mind.

“You can make my wish come true…….if you could lend me your body for a day I promise that would be the best day of my life.”

I was shocked to hear that, yet the idea of swapping bodies had been a fetish to me for some time. No doubt it would suck to be in his body. But for him to experience being a “real” man, and one that was incredibly attractive and in his sexual prime would make me less guilty for the pain I put him though. In fact I would feel no loss at all, after all he did say it was just for one day right? It would be interesting to live a day in his body as well. You know explore new things?

“I….I….I agree……How do we make this swap?”

He grinned “We have to transfer our DNAs. You suck me off to release my DNA seeds in your body and then fuck me to release yours in mine.”

Though I wasn’t gay, the idea of sucking a man’s dick has been a curious erotic idea to me. I yanked off his underwear, then buried my head into his crotch to suck him off. As my head nestled in that area between his two skinny fragile legs, I was met with a distinctive musk that only Alvin could produce and I embraced it as I began to demand his load. I sucked and sucked and it didn’t take long for my skinny friend to release what he could and even the one spurt that came out was sufficient to do what I wanted it to do.

Immediately after I savored the flavor of his load in my mouth, I lifted Alvin’s legs over my strong shoulders and my cock met his awaiting hole. I had fucked a shitload of girls before but the curiosity of fucking a weak little man made my heart pump more. I wanted to fuck him so badly and pump him full of me so my pre-cum soaked mushroom just seemed to slide right into him and then I pushed and all seven inches made it, with my ball sacs nestled in between his surprisingly fat ass cheeks. The feeling of being inside him was different from chicks but as I began to pump with great anticipation I could sense that Alvin’s sperm in my mouth was making some subtle changes in me already.

As Alvin lay on his back looking up at me and yelling for me to pump faster, he began commenting that he could see my hard pectoral muscles and defined areas in my abdominal muscles moving. The sensation and realization was driving me harder and harder into his soft ass and my cock was like a hard pipe waiting to explode its cargo.

As I pumped and pumped, I was sweating like I was doing my work out and all the sweat from my head, chest and stomach was dripping onto Alvin’s stomach and the sweat seemed to cause his stomach to become more define, like it was forming six small areas and that just made me pump harder. I wanted my climax to be enough to unload every drop of my seed into him and and once that moment arrived I gave it one last thrust and with my cock so deep into him I exploded and I could see the expression on his face as he felt several thick ropes of my load fill his ass.

After any climax so enormous, there is always a slow gentle high that seems to last as my cock throbs its way down to a placid state, but in this case the gentle high didn’t last very long as my cock actually shrunk as it throbbed and became too small to remain Alvin’s ass. Popping it out allowed my body to continue its transformation, while I watched Alvin change and begin to take on the physique I had known so well for so long. Watching his skinny baby tits form pectoral muscles and his beer belly of a stomach shrink and show a six pack while his face, shoulders, legs, skin color and hair on his head change.

My stomach grew wide and my once muscular chest now displayed nothing more than two saggy nipples and my face now popped with pimples and acne scars. I was totally exhausted from all the fucking and It felt strange cause I did it in my old strong body but was experiencing the exhaustion that my former body would have just chalked up to a good fuck in this weak skinny body.

Alvin, now in my former body ran towards the nearest mirror in the toilet. I watched as he carefully ran his fingers along the defined muscle lines on his chest and stomach and how he looked at his new chiseled face and admired his tan skin and not to mention that cock that now hung between two ripe ball sacs. And as he flexed his newly given biceps his legs continued to grow in length and before he was done flexing his left arm. He had already grown to my former 6’2 in height.

Alvin was now a muscle god. Alvin was now me.

I took my time to get up from the floor. Everything felt weird to me now. Being in a strong body all my life I was utterly unused to being in a weak body. I looked up at Alvin in my former body. Woah, I never knew how tall I was! I glanced at my former body’s huge pecs and strong arms, I never knew I was so sexy!

“So how you liking your new body?”

I smiled at Alvin expecting some form of gratitude from him.

Turning around he gave me a grin. He grabbed me by my shoulders and brought me to a lying position.

“Hey! What you doing man?”

He gave out an arrogant laughter as he went into a lying position himself and used me as a benchpress. Too weak to resist him I could only sound my anger to him.

He proceeded to reach for a bar on top of the celling and easily he finished 45 pull ups.

“Woah did you see that! I still can’t do 60 pull ups like you did during the test but I did 30! Not bad for a first timer using this new body” Alex laughed in my new manly voice

I tried to make him happy by forcing myself to laugh with him.

“Hey man, don’t get too comfortable. Its only for one day……right?”

As he puts on my former clothes and places his new seven inch cock and hanging sacs back into his pants he glances back at me.

“You know, you do need both parties agreement to change back before we can actually swap bodies back right?”

My whole body was sweating and my heart was beating faster than ever before. I was beginning to panic.

“Ok Alvin, lets get serious now…….so….Tomorrow we meet at my place or your place to do th……….”

Alvin in my body interrupted in a low and typical Alvin cocky tone….

“My name is MIKE…. Get that right ALVIN……”

I stood there speechless for a second before i tried to open my mouth but was interrupted again

“Anyway referring to the first question you asked me…”

He kneeled down and grabbed the new pair of Oakley sunglasses I was intending to wear today from the floor and slipped it over his eyes. A white reflection flashed over the dark mirrored lenses of his new killer shades as he walked out of the dark toilet into the sunlight.

“I like this body………..Alot”

I swore he killed me with that flash.


Bundle of Joy

Requested by @satanicedition

Hey babes. I was wondering if you’d write a fic where Bucky really wants kids and (y/n) isn’t sure yet. So they move in together and set up their lives. Then (y/n) finally caves in and they try for a baby. Then they get invited over to see the avengers because they haven’t seen them in a while and everyone’s really shocked to see (y/n)’s pregnancy belly. And the avengers are just really shocked because they didn’t announce the pregnancy, they just showed up. Please and thanks xoxoxox.

Bucky x Reader. SUPER FLUFFY WITH SOME SMUT. Word count: 4.1K (I liked this request and got a little carried away)

TW: sex, childbirth


“Bucky, I just don’t know, okay? I love you, it’s just that kids don’t really seem like a good idea. Not considering your line of work,” you said, washing the dishes as Bucky dried them. It was Sunday, which meant ‘family dinner’ with the team, and the two of you got stuck on dish duty.

“I know, which is why I’ve been thinking…” said Bucky, his sentence trailing off as he paused and turned to you.

“Thinking about what?” you asked.

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Queen Elizabeth and the Demon King
In the aftermath of Liones being attacked and usurped by Hendrickson, acting Queen Elizabeth must carry out her father’s last wish to bring his vision into reality, a vision that can save not only Liones, but possibly Britannia herself. The first step in doing this, however, is to enlist the help of the most unlikely of allies—the wrathful Demon King, Meliodas. This might not be Elizabeth’s best decision.
By Organization for Transformative Works

First of all, it’s all @bettybest2‘s fault.

Second, here’s a preview:

“…Think they could make the door big enough?”

“Behave, Highness.” Merlin gives Elizabeth a playful smirk before stepping to the side. She bows slightly at the waist and stretches her arm toward the front of them in a theatrical gesture, her eyes gleaming. “After you,” she says.

Elizabeth slides her gaze back to the door to the castle’s outer wall, hundreds of feet tall and made of stone. The door itself is made of wood, but looks as strong as the rest of the structure; in its center is a huge brass door knocker carved into the face of a snarling dragon.

It takes holding it with both hands for Elizabeth to lift the door knocker away from the wood, only to slam it against the door, the sound echoing through the land like a gong; when she and Merlin hear no response, Elizabeth grunts and repeats the motion twice more.

And then, finally: “…Who the hell are you?”

Elizabeth steps back to see two demons, one male with a thin mustache and the other a female with blonde hair sticking out around her head, sticking their heads out and glowering down at her from over the ledge. She withers under their glare only a moment before squaring her shoulders and glowering back, her hands clenching into tight fists. These demons can hate her all they want, but she’s already resolved to go through with this mission.

“My name is Elizabeth, daughter of King Baltra, and acting Queen of Liones,” she says in a hard tone that demands, the way Queens do, her blue eye glinting like steel. “And I have come to see your King.”

Shop Update!

Here is the complete list of all items coming to the shop tomorrow. 
The shop update is tomorrow, Friday the 6th at 6 PM Pacific time. Also the free shipping over $30 in the US will still apply to them :) 

~Mystery boxes! (this time they will start at $15 and go up to $200 with lots of ones in between) 
~rainbow moonstone spheres
~pyrite spheres
~quartz cluster skulls
~calcite geode skulls
~obsidian scrying spheres of all sizes
~selenite spheres (small and huge)
~new selenite lamps with bright LED lights 
~super high quality agate and amethyst tiger and eagle carvings! 
~high quality labradorite dog (cocker spaniel) and eagle carvings 
~orange calcite spheres 
~carved unicorns of 4 different crystals 
~super detailed huge labradorite skull
~the amazing fluorite super huge dragon head carving I posted a video of the other day

Well This Was Unexpected

Don’t ask. I’m not sane. And I really needed a Will-meets-Hades fanfic like this
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Meeting his son’s significant other on Halloween didn’t seem like a very good idea, but Hades thought it was a wonderful one. For instance, he could blend in with no problem. The several demigods hustling and bustling and moving around was a sign that that, at least, was definitely true. Hades learnt that although most demigods didn’t stay year round, several actually stayed over for Halloween. It must have been an interesting holiday.
Hades felt, as usual, out of place. His hair was as dark as tar and his eyes were the colour of coal, like his human disguise often was. He appeared to be around eighteen or so- just young enough that it wouldn’t be unnatural for a half blood but old enough that no one would mistake him for anyone else (namely, his son).

And oh, the sacrifices Hades made for his son. He had snuck onto Persephone’s tumblr blog in search for something fitting to wear, a true sacrifice because not only was the wifi in the Underworld unreasonably shitty that day (he would see Daedalaus about it later), but Hades did not know how the Tartartus one used Tumblr.

At any rate, there he was, in a suitably dark costume (that is to say.. disguise. Not a costume. Damnit).
Half-bloods wandered around in their several, colorful outfits, chattering and discussing things of no interest to the lord of the underworld. Some sat at a huge table, carving pumpkins (or occasionally chucking them at their cabinmates).

Lanterns. There were lanterns everywhere- not even the mordern ones, just the classic, candle-lit old ones that could set the entire camp on fire and send all those demigods to his realm if someone knocked one down accidentally.(He really hoped that wouldn’t happen- he’d been having enough dead people for the past few years, and it was annoying to have to sit through the judgements of mortal souls all day. He’d really rather just watch Netflix.) They lit the camp with a dim, unearthly and eerie glow which seemed to put everyone in an appropriate mood. The tables were decorated and coloured with trademark signs and symbols, which made it easy to recognise which table was which- there was so much colour and creativity, it hurt his eyes. And here he thought Halloween was supposed to be gloomy.

Hades drew his dark cloak around him, and pushed through hoards of demigods, moving toward the infirmary.

It was a modest building, but was impeccably clean. So much so that Hades almost felt self conscious stepping into it. Almost. He didn’t really care about making work for someone, but he didn’t want to blow his cover by dragging in a few specks of dust into the Infirmary. Maybe it was a camp no-no?

Thankfully, his entrance didn’t seem to disturb any order of events. The Infirmary was, unlike the rest of the camp, relatively free of decorstion. A few pumpkin paper designs hung from the wall, and the lights were replaced with lanterns, but that was it. Only two other demigods were inside; the younger one sniffling. He was obviously a son of Hephaestus; young, maybe eight, with calloused and rough hands and a bandage wrapped around arm. He wore a green mask and suit with a white symbol in the middle, and a boy stood tending to him.

Will Solace.

Hades didn’t know what he had expected. Throughout his long life, he’d met several sons of Apollo, and he thought he had an idea of what most appeared like. Will had the golden hair, like rays of sunlight. He had the tan, sun-kissed skin, the bright azure eyes like Egyptian lapis lazuli, but he wasn’t buff and muscular and the height of the Empire State building. In fact, he appeared rather young; fifteen at most. He wasn’t that tall either - perhaps the height of his son, or an inch or so taller. He was well toned; lean, but not muscular. A healer and not a fighter. Hardly as flashy as his father.

Will finished wrapping the bandage and stuck a small smiley face sticker on it. The son of Hephaestus’ eyes lit up and he hugged Will with his uninjured arm. Will smiled gently and ruffled his hair.

“There ya go, Harley. Be careful, all right? The pumpkin carving knives are for the pumpkins, not your skin. I’ll advice you not to play with anything sharp for a while, OK?”

Harley nodded and hopped down. “Thanks, Will!” He beamed.

“No problem,” Will said easily, his smile seeming to brighten the room. “Be careful. And tell Nico I’ll be back in a bit.”

Harley nodded enthusiastically and scampered off. On his way out, he froze, glanced at Hades, and then hurried off on his way out.
Will Solace turned to Hades. His eyes held no fear or worry, so he must not have recognised Hades.

Yet, Hades thought, eyes gleaming as eerily as the lanterns in the room. He couldn’t wait to see his reaction, as sadistic as it sounded.

“Is something the matter?” Will said, tilting his head with a hesitant smile of concern.

Hades opened his mouth- to spew threaths, to reveal his identity, to say gods knew what. But that was before Will Solace crossed the room and put the back of his hand against Hades’ forehead. Hades was effectively silenced, his jaw snapping shut. Will hissed and drew back his hand.

“Cold!” He said, frowning slightly. “Cold and pale,” he said, giving Hades a look that made him feel as if he were being scolded. The son of Apollo grabbed his hand and pulled him forward toward a bed before Hades could protest.

“Sit.”

Hades sat. He wanted to protest- he, the Lord of the Underworld, would not take orders from a mortal son of a stupid sun god, but he wanted to see where this was going.

“Honestly,” Will sighed, ruffling through the medical supplies in the cupboard at the end of the room. Hades took in his outfit as he did this; he was dressed in dark robes, and a yellow and black scarf was wrapped neatly around his neck. A badger brooche that said ‘PREFECT’ was stuck to his chest.

“You probably have anemia. Gods all mighty, does no one care about their health nowadays? You also obviously haven’t been getting proper exposure of Vitamin D-”

Hades wanted to snort. There wasn’t much Vitman D down in the Underworld.

Will came back with a jar of pills and a glass of water.

“Swallow this, I’ll go search for some pills I might have and give you a prescription- Holy Dad, your immune system must be terrible! I haven’t had a case this bad for a while.” He shook his head disapprovingly and fixed Hades with a look that made him feel like his physical state was all his fault.
He was very bewildered- he hadn’t met someone who fussed over him and didn’t cower away for quite a few centuries, and he honestly wasn’t sure he liked being fussed over and told off for not having enough Vitman D or WBC in his godly system.

Hades cleared his throat. His dark eyes looked up to meet Will’s
“I-”

The door of the Infirmary flew open. Nico di Angelo looked grumpier than ever. His eyes were narrowed in scowl, and the robes he wore dragged across the floor in an indignant fashion; the green and silver scarf around his neck was ruffled and clumsily tied.

“Nico,” Will greeted as he stuck a thermometer in Hades mouth. Hades felt a bubble of embarrassment and sudden anger; at himself for being led around, and the son of Apollo for making him obey. He attempted to spit out the device; Will shot him a sharp look, which he ignored.

Whatever words Nico was about to utter melted into on the tip of his tongue. His eyes widened as he took in Hades.

“Father?!” He said.

Hades gave him an apologetic, sheepish look. “I didn’t plan for it to go like this.”

Nico groaned into his hands. Will blinked.

“You knew?” He asked Will, sounded exasperated.

“Yes,” Will said, at the same time that Hades said, “No.”

They stared at one another. Will Solace was still not screaming around in fright. In fact, he appeared still very calm.

“You knew?!” Hades sputtered. “And yet you- you’re not scared? You took my measurements and talked about giving me a prescription and-”

“You what?” Nico said incredulously.

Will shrugged. “I could feel Lord Hades’ aura. Death doesn’t intimidate me; I’ve worked with patients on the brink of death several times. And plus- will all due respect, Lord Hades- the Underworld is your realm.” Will stuck the thermometer back in Hades’ mouth.

“The Camp Half Blood Infirmary,” Will continued, picking up a notepad and a pen, scribling some notes on it as Hades and Nico stared in shock and surprise respectively, “is mine. Anyone who enters is automatically my responsibility; be it a demigod, a saytr, or my boyfriend’s father. I’m sorry, but I’m just doing my job.” He squinted at Hades. “And before you leave, Lord Hades, you really need something warmer to wear. It’s cold out.”

“So how did it go?” Persephone asked, plucking the leaves of the seven thousand petaled lily she’d aquired as a gift from her mother.
Hades gulped down a blood replenishing pill and downed it with a glass of water. “Rather well, I suppose. He gave me a prescription, a scarf, a jar of Nutella, and an appointment next week.”

Persephone smiled. “So he’s worthy?”
Hades held up the jar of Nutella. He popped it open and stared at the chocolatey depths.

“He’ll do,” Hades replied, feeling strangely content.

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ITS H I M.

// (His bow is worn on the side btw) This is  Bəndy or Luciel, He’s in Atramento as Bendy’s figment of imagination (He’s a made up face for Bendy’s other personality) But in this blog he’s a ghost  that only can be seen by Honey (and @not-a-meme-cinnamon-roll character Six) app I swear to God if you erase this again I will banish you to the Shadow realm :v He will appear on drawn asks but he wont interact with any of ya (sorry ^^;) He will be showing up on this blog with Honey for now on. 

Okay, moving on to the info about  Bəndy //Andtheeventwillstartafterthis

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WHOA!!

We just bought SO MUCH STUFF! Theres going to be a small shop update on Friday with these brand new items.

Here’s somewhat of a list of what I remember that we bought:

-SO MUCH RAINBOW FLUORITE!! The really nice high quality stuff! Large points, small points, worry stones, facets!!!, small spheres, bowls, a candleholder etc!
-ALL THE PALMSTONES!! Ranging from HUGE to baby. Smoky quartz, blue apatite, petrified wood, septarian, clear quartz amethyst, black moonstone, ocean jasper, different types of jasper, carnelian, etc
-Worry stones! Fluorite, amethyst, moss agate, ocean jasper!!
-SKULLS galore! Two of every stone we’ve ever carried in 2 sizes plus more stones we haven’t had before!
-labradorite display pieces, petrified wood slices, harlequin quartz points!!! (I’ve been looking for some for FOREVER!)
-Two more of those amethyst/Smoky quartz “eye” spheres we had earlier this year that sold out in an instant!!
-A HUGE CARVING OF LABRADORITE THAT I CAN’T WAIT TO SHOW!!! Ahhhh
-ocean jasper tiny spheres
-plus all the stuff we got on Monday which is a ton of different spheres, sphere stands, selenite lamps, cluster skulls, rose quartz freeforms, blue calcite palmstones, quartz and amethyst wands, and so much more


Can you tell how excited I am? 😂

Please let me know in replies or in a message which of the items you’d like to see in the little mini preview update on Friday!

This is so exciting 😁

Part 2, Chapter 5: Taconic

Sylvia and her mother had their lives changed forever when they stopped for gas at Sunoco at East Fishkill.

We search for signs and prophecies of the great changes that are waiting for us, but most often they come suddenly, in mundane places while we do mundane things. A heart attack while watching Netflix. A phone call about the pregnancy while you’re deciding on which brand of granola to buy at the supermarket. A sudden act of violence when you’ve stopped for gas.

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Stan & Richie fall HC

- They carve pumpkins together, Stan ends up making a really cute face while richie just carves a huge dick and Stan sighs for 2 minutes straight before letting out a soft chuckle that makes Richie feel accomlished

- For halloween they dress up as characters from the Breakfast club and its cute because its the only costumes they could agree on but they ended up loving every second of it and going trick or treating and getting many compliments

- Stan is a slut for all the pumpkin spice things and Richie avidly makes fun of him for it

- Halloween night they sleep in Richies basement and watch, despite all of Stans fighting, scary movies all night, Stan secretly loved being so close to Richie though, being able to cuddle up to him for the scary bits

- Richie agrees to go bird watching with Stan one day in the barrens, In Stans opinion its the best time of the year to do it because the birds with all the pretty, dying trees in the background blend so nicely. In the middle of the day they get in a leaf war and it ends with them covered in dry cracking leaves, on the ground laughing so hard theyre almost crying and Richie making some sort of joke that ruins the mood but Stan still laughs

- Richies dad makes him pick up all the leaves in the yard for a few dollars and says he can even get help so he calls Stan and they have somehow alot of fun raking leaves into the trash bags they were provided, eventually getting the money and wasting it on huge ice cream bowls

Okay so like Stozier is severly under appreciated so here are my headcanons and i hope you enjoy!

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Auction #8

A HUGE carved obsidian panther. 15.5″ long, weighs over 1 kilo (nearly 2.5 pounds). Another similar (slightly smaller) one was sold in the shop for $205. 

Starting Bid: $1 (shipping is free if you’re in the US, if you live outside the US message me for shipping quote)

Auction End time: 6:35 pm, Pacific time

Place your bids by replying to or reblogging this post. All the auctions will end starting 6:00 pm, Pacific time. I’ll message the winners right away and they must provide me with their emails. The payments are with paypal invoice. You don’t need a paypal account to pay, just a credit or debit card. The invoice gets sent to your email. You have until the end of Monday to pay before it gets offered to the next highest bidder. I know auctions are exciting, but PLEASE do not bid if you are not willing to or can’t pay. It’s not fair to me or the other bidders! Thank you.

@yuramec There was another cemetery across town, where the grass was green and trimmed, but this one reminded me of the colors in the Necropera background practice. I had to hop a wall to get in, and the state of decay was both sad and quite beautiful. Note that the figure in the background is missing her head.

This is the second attempt to carve Leopold’s amulet. The first one was the wrong size and shape, I feel like this one is a huge improvement. 4x3″ hand carved/burned wood, with pink Swarovski crystal eyes. <3