Cartomancy: Playing Card Meanings And Info

cartomancy: playing card meanings and info

cartomancy is a form of divination done with cards, tarot and oracle cards are used in cartomancy but regular playing cards (like poker or go fish cards) are also an option!

playing cards tend to be easier to read and a lot more straight to the point when it comes to readings. there are some overlaps with card meanings but that’s where your intuition comes in. what really matters is how you learn interpret the cards as you go.

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♥️ hearts: represents feelings, love, relationships, home, and family

ace - new friendships or relationships coming your way

two - good luck in friendships and relationships

three - be cautious towards people trying to get closer to you

four - future change or travel

five - someone is jealous of something you have

six - a surprise new relationship is forming

seven - broken promises

eight - new visitors and possible new invitations to things

nine - your wishes are on their way to coming true

ten - good fortune is coming for you and those around you

jack - represents a good friend

queen - a kind blonde woman in your life

king - a kind blond man in your life

♠️ spades: represents challenges that may be coming in the future

ace - chapters ending or misfortune

two - a tough decision is coming, change and deceit may follow

three - possible trouble in relationships

four - personal illness or broken promises

five - obstacles followed by eventual success

six - improvements and small wins to build confidence

seven - bad advice from someone close to you, can lead to grief or loss

eight - be cautious, danger may be closer than you think

nine - bad luck, depression and anxiety might try to take hold

ten - bad news that will cause lots of worry

jack - an unpleasant, immature person in your life

queen - a selfish dark haired woman in your life

king - a selfish dark haired man in your life

♦️diamonds: represents money and finances

ace - you may receive an unexpected gift soon

two - disapproval of a friendship or relationship

three - possible legal trouble or arguments regarding money

four - you might stumble upon some unexpected money soon

five - improvements in your business or career

six - relationship troubles due to finances

seven - challenges at work

eight - surprise travel with money you didn’t know you had

nine - new business opportunities are around the corner

ten - good fortune and prosperity are coming to you

jack - a possibly unreliable light haired friend

queen - an outgoing light haired woman in your life

king - an accomplished light haired man in your life

♣️ clubs: positive things in your future

ace - financial gains and good news to come

two - possible challenges or maybe gossip about you

three - a wealthy partner may be on their way to you

four - betrayal by someone you trust

five - new friends and a new support system

six - success and prosperity in every aspect of your life

seven - success in business that leads to promotion and recognition

eight - difficulty in business, followed by a slow progression of growth

nine - new opportunities

ten - unexpected travel opportunities

jack - a reliable dark haired friend

queen - a helpful dark haired woman in your life

king - a strong dark haired man in your life

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you may notice there is no solid meaning for the joker card, that’s because the joker can be used with a number of different meanings or not used at all. i personally don’t use the joker card, but it can represent surprise events outside of your control, foolishness, immaturity, secrets being kept from you, etc. it’s all in your interpretation and intuition.

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A young Hopper and Joyce.

Stanford Pines x Self-Insert

Summary ;; Ford Pines discovers a strange glowing red flower, obviously he brings it back to the shack to bring it underground and study it. But Stanley has other plans, seeing it as a business opportunity, but of course he messes it up

~~~~ (I'm sorry I forgot to use they/them pronouns so this is a Stan x female self insert)~~~~

EdIt;: Im rly sorry if its bad, its been a long while since I wrote fanfic but I love this man to death I need this ;( y'all would tell me if this is shit or not right? pls hlp

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Stanley's POV

Ford comes barreling in with something glowing red in his hands "the hell is that?" his brother didn't reply, instead he neatly stacked his books and gently places on the diner table a black pot with a large glowing flower.

Similar to a Lily, three long tubes with large pollen balls on each end gently emited small visible spores. I get irritated that he's ignoring me, again, and turn the tv off to lessen the noise "hey dick face!".

He looks at me with the highest form of disrespect, "Can you please tell me what the hell that thing is doing in my living room?" Ford huffed and straightened his glasses.

"techniqly this is my house Stanley. secondly! I don't know! I found it today. But I do know that I need to drive to my lab and retrieve some nessecary equipment items that I think would be beneficial of concealing this thing until I can learn more~"

The nerdy Pine brother looked 'too' excited about this research, "riiiiight, because playing with a flower is scientific?" my brother groans again "god why are you so childish! Just let me be happy about this discovery" I held my hands up in defense.

As he packed somethings up, he takes a step and looks at me very seriously, "listen Stan, I'm gonna be gone a while. Please, do not sell the damn flower in your freak shop. And more importantly. Do. Not. Touch. It."

I look back at the flower, everything about it calling to me to not sell it but cause general mischief for my brother and his nerdy hobbies. "yeah yeah, I promise! Jeez, you really think so low of your own blood?" he rolls his eyes and exits the living room with a sarcastic "yes.".

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Self-Insert's POV

My cold wet hair dripped down my hot skin, I wrapped the towel around my chest, securing it well, then clipping the bottom, for no unnecessary 'drafts' of wind.

I combed my hair back out of my face and misted some perfume on before leaving the bathroom with the intention of going to my room and getting dressed. Until, !CRASH!

Rushing down the stairs with zero regards for slipping on my ass, I make it to the bottom to find Stanley Pines, my dear close friend, face covered in what looked like red spray paint and a broken flower pot with soil on the ground.

"Stan! What the- " I run to his side, holding his face with my hands to inspect the damage. I sprint to the kitchen and get some wet paper towels, trying to gently remove the mystery color from his face.

"Yeah yeah I know, Ford told me not to touch it already. But I didn't techniqly!" As I am dabbing his nose with the wet towel I give him a 'bruh' look. He protests "I'm serious! That damn flower basically farted this stuff in my face!" I laugh at his explanation.

As I finish cleaning the last of the flower spores from his eyes and nose, I notice an unfamiliar heat radiating from him like he was a mobile fireplace. Looking at his face, I see without the spores he is very flushed and red faces, a gentle sweat beginning at his bushy silver brows.

I put my lips to his forehead to feel his temperture, only to be met with an iron skillet burning my face, "Ow! Good Lord, how are you still alive! Your burning like grits with no butter!" I push the hair from his dripping face, to better see, he seems shy and sheepish? Stanley Pines? Shy?

Stanley's POV

I can't handle it, god this was such a mistake, I should have listened to Ford! Her glowing skin was the only thing I could pay attention to, as she spoke it was like how adults speak in cartoons.

When she was cleaning my eyes with the paper towel, I felt her breath, it sent chills through my whole body, like I was a teenager again! Her neck looked so... exposed... My body was turning up the heat like it was thanksgiving day.

I unconsciously trailed my eyes downward, (Self-Insert) continued her health assessment check with me, all my senses got more and more sensative. The TV volume was on low but it sounded like it was wracking inside my skull.

The living room light looked so bright and yellow for my eyes, I thought they were gonna dry away to dust. (Self-Insert)'s smell, fueling me into my lungs and straight to my member, so sweet, like honey and vanilla.

Her touch, as she nervously holds onto my arm for foundation, I can't think about anything else but the electrical storm going on with her beautiful body being pressed up against my old ass having a stroke on the floor in my fucking boxers. Real charming Stanley.

I unknowingly found myself gripping her wrist to bring her closer, hooking my arm around her waist and cupping each hip perversely. "T-Toots-... I can't... think... I don't think I... can even breath right now... but-" looking up deep into her eyes, the tent on me rises high to the sky.

Self-Insert's POV

The elder man aggressively shoved me, falling to my back but not hitting my head, thanks to his hand engulfing the back of my skull. Stanley's arms were firmly planted next to my head, his girtle not present but his very, very large lower half pushing past my legs, nothing but the thin blue and white striped cloth gently laying against my womanhood like a dog sitting on top of the bun.

"I can't explain how much I want- no..." Stanley falls forward, dipping his head to my throat like he's gonna rip it all out, "Need you~" I watch carefully, scared but, weirdly excited? His giant hands engulfing my wrists, the heart violently beating against his palm, "Stan." I say, to try and get his attention.

Suddenly rocking his hips to an imaginary song, he shifted his hands from my wrists to my biceps, pushing his weight on me as both our pre-cum juices covered and soaked his boxers. I couldn't run, the man was 5x larger than me, and I mean, It's not like it doesn't feel good~

Stanley grunted exhastedly, looking like a horny boy humping his pillow. The stubble on his face scratched all over me as he open mouth licked me like a loli-pop and drunkenly sucked hickies from my throat to my collarbones, he kept saying stuff like "I swear. you taste so good.", "I wish I could eat you like cake~", "say my name again, and I think I'll bust".

Gently removing himself from licking my neck, Stan suddenly rips my towel open, my no longer steaming body, hitting the freezing cold ac air of the mystery shack. Not saying a word, a small dripple of saliva dripping from his lip as sweat poured from his face.

His calloused fingers found their way to my chest with no hesitation, picking each bud with his pointer and thumb and rolling them around, my breath hitched as he pulled and let them fall back watching the buds grow stuffer and pinker "pretty, pink, buds" he murmurs.

While he gawked and played with my titties, I open my legs a bit more, adding to the closeness, his shaft firmly pressed to my soaking entrance. Reaching for the elastic of his boxers, I stick my thumbs in, circling around his waist and intending to push them down, feeling his swelled tip bed for attention.

!!EHEM!!-

Stanley's POV

(Self-Insert) sat in my lap as we watched my favorite romantic drama movie, my brother sat at the table next to us, toying with his glowing flower, that surprisingly lived.

Ford gagged once more, like he did for the 100th time, "I fucking hate you Stanley.".

I groan and drop my arm from the air dramatically, "Jesus fucking Christ Ford I already said I was in the wrong and I was sorry. How was I supposed to know it was gonna spit some sexy love juice in my face!" (Self-Insert) chuckled nervously as her face turned beat read again.

"Lets all of us just forget it okay. Please? Ugh~"

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I"M SO SORRY THAT WAS BAD- It was rushed and I'm finishing this at one thirty In the morning- AND I ALSO WORK- the lengths I go for horniness...

pls like...

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Mer!Otto Octavius x reader chap 4

The pounding in my skull brought my thoughts back to consciousness as I pried my lids open, but the more I tried adjusting my vision, it felt the more they blurred. I feel my body pulsate in agony, as I whimper pathetically, as feeling in my muscles and nerves started functioning again, I clawed at the wet concrete before me, feeling my surroundings.

Hard, cold, wet, very very wet. Then, something soft. Flesh like, the soft surface was cold to the touch. I close my eyes, as they were no use to me at the moment, letting my fingers find their own way. It was an arm, the strong bicep muscle flexed and gently relaxed under my touch, there were slight indentions or scar like textures.

I followed a specific scar line, up the bicep, shoulder, collarbone, chest. A very large hand enveloped mine, covering it completely, his thumb caressed the back of my hand "Are you alright?" his voice boomed like a boom box but was as soft as a whisper, I think he whispered to not scare me.

His voice sent chills down my spine, completely washing away the pain. "I can't see... It's all blurry... It... Hurts..." His hand trailed down my arm, to make sure I knew where It was going, and rested on my stomach "Where does it hurt dear?" I opened my eyes again with hot tears running down my cold face "Everywhere" I whimpered again, I've never felt so weak before. So vulnerable.

"Do no worry Dear. It will feel better. Give it time. I will stay if you'd like me to" I reached for his hand "Please. Don't leave me. Am I going to die?" his voice still calm, relaxing my nerves "Of course no Dear. I won't let it happen" His hand hovered over my belly and up my arm "Are you uncomfortable? Shall I stop?" I smile slightly "I'm not sure. I don't know you, yet you saved my life" his chuckle warmed my soul, and it felt like my brain was humming, like the voice of a god.

I felt the pounding in my head resisting its bloody banging, and the agonizing pulsation being soothed like a cold frost. I couldn't stop myself from relishing the feeling, letting a relaxed moan escaped my chapped lips "Good. Feels. So good" As I blinked away a few more tears, my stained glass vision became clear and the features of the enchanting creature that saved me before.

"What did you do to me?" He smiled and showed me his palms, the large calloused digits were covered in a strange thick teal substance "It's my saliva. I know its strange, but it helps sooth internal and external discomfort" I avert my sight to my legs and stomach covered in his slimy saliva "So... You... Licked me..." Still grateful, I can't help the thought 'this guy is a fucking psychopath'.

I tried scooting away for some space to gather my thoughts "No. I know that right now your probably uncomfortable. But I promise I mean no harm. I was just trying to help your agony" His cold hands reaching under the arch of my back to help me sit up, "Is there anything I can do my dear?" His voice dripping off his tongue like gold.

I raise my sight to his upper body, his soft and chub complexion did not hide the defined muscles that he did have under all the plush. There were slight scars covering his entire torso, but they look faded enough to almost be invisible, they  in swirls and spectacular tribal designs, how I saw them I have no clue but they added to his beauty.

His hand was replaced with something more soft and moist while he moved his hand to the bas of my neck so I could relax more. I continue my sightful journey to find the BOTTOM OF A FUCKING OCTPUS. HE LITERALLY HAD LIKE HUNDREDS OF DARK BLUE FUCKING WET OCTOPUS ARMS WITH SUCKERS AND EVERYTHING!?

I guess he saw my panic and quickly put his finger to his lip and told me to quiet down "wait! I know your scared, but please" my mind running through a millions thoughts "wha? what the fuck? how the fuck is this possible? this can't be real. I'm hallucinating" suddenly he wrapped his octo arms over and around my legs, they're wet, and squishy, and feel really weird, their cups being stuck to my leg like super glue.

His hand pulled my face by the cheek to look at him "I promise this is real my love. I promise I'm not here to hurt you" he said again, maybe he knows what its like for humans to see him? "H-How do I k-know that?" my fear getting the best of me and showing my stutter.

To show his peacefulness he gently laid my head back down and scooted a few inches away, letting the back end of his tentacles sink into the deep dark waters. I gently sit up as to not quickly rush the blood to my skull, his arms left dark purple circles on my legs "My apologies for the marks" he muttered apologetically.

I traced the circles with my fingers, they left warm spots on my skin, "interesting" I whisper. I scoot back and curl my legs "W-where are we? This w-wasn't the s-same c-cave we were in b-before" "I brought you to my cave. It was safer away from the human that was attacking you, you were hurt, I couldn't let you die" his voice trying to be as sincere as possible.

It reminded me of the reason why I don't hurt people anymore. My face flushing red and turning my face away, my body still tingling from the loss of his touch, I tried so hard to ignore the yearning my body wanted from him but I have to calm down first, he is literally a fucking merman, its his job to be attractive I can't fall like this.

I slightly look back up into his sorrowful eyes and think 'okay, maybe he's not like what the books say, maybe he's civilized?' I look around for my bag and worry a little "M-My bag. Wh-Where's my bag?" I watched his dementor change slightly to relaxed more "Right here!" he snatches it from behind a large rock and gently pushes towards me to no scare. How can so many people be scared of him, when he seems. So. Kind?

I reach for his hand on the bag and tug him closer, he happily obliges and... slither? forward. I reach in for my phone, only to find it smashed to pieces "fffffffffuck" a worried looked comes to his face "What's wrong?" "My phone is broken. It was the only way I could contact my family" "I apologize. I wish I could have stopped it from being destroyed".

WHY IS HE SO FUCKING NICE?!?! What fucking little mermaid bullshit is happening right now. I turn to the merman and gulp at his masculine and matured features "Wh-who are you?" I ask gently, hoping to not anger or upset him.

His gentle smile appearing again and replying with much joy "People call me Otto. Otto Octavius" I gasp, "Otto?" He nods his head questioningly "yes?" I reach into my bag again and pull out a small polaroid picture with my father and him at the docks at home "You met my father. Right?".

Almost like a dream he smiled widely, his toothy sharp grin shining brightly in the waters light "Ahh! Yes! Michael! I miss him. We met years ago, it was an accident, he hit a storm while fishing one day and was completely thrown off ship. I couldn't save the others, only him." His happy face frowning "I feel terrible I couldn't save them. They died. Painfully. But I saved him. That was the best decision of my life" he gestures to take the picture.

I oblige "Your father was a great man. Always hard headed but very kind, after meeting me, he did everything is his power to keep me safe from other humans that attacked me" giving the picture back and crawls behind the same rock and pulls out an old, dirty, and molded captains hat. "I kept it all these years. It was his captains hat. The only thing I had of him. Is he still alive?" he asks filled with worry.

I entangle my fingers with his "Yes. But, he recently got in another storm yesterday with me. He survived, but one harpoon got stuck in his arm. They're thinking of amputating it" sadness filling his face once more. Talk about expressional huh? I remembered the tablet "M-My father. He wanted me to find you and give y-you this" carefully pulling out the marble tablet, his eyes shot open with wonder and excitement "The old testament. A tale as old as time itself".

Gently setting it into his palms "What is it?" "in the beginning it tells where I am located. Then it goes on to say that the surface world will collide with the creatures of the sea in a terrible and fearsome war. Someone will become greedy for power and will try to destroy everything, just to have all species bow down to them" He pauses, tracing his fingers over the carved words.

"He said we we're in trouble Otto" he looks back up, I reach for his hand "Otto. Is the war happening to us?" Fear tracing my voice, quivering. He looks back down and up again "I-I'm not sure darling. I haven't read this in millennia's, my kind has always tried to make peace with the surface world, but never succeeded. Eventually we gave up and stayed out ground, as our territory was the waters." giving me the tablet back and sitting against a rock.

"Humans never understood boundaries, and when they crossed them we had no choice but to attack. So over the years they called us monsters. Creatures of the oceans instead of living breathing people who have just as much right to the world as they did".

I gulped the guilt away, god I've never felt so bad to be a human, we are so fucked up, destroying everything everywhere we go, we're all so selfish and monstrous. I gently and hesitantly reached for his palm, intertwining our fingers "I'm so sorry. I understand what it's like to have everything taken, and destroyed.". I reached up and unclipped my pearls to show the large man.

"My father said you gave this to him for my mother" and handed it to him "She died from a fire in our house. Someone broke in and tied her up, before they doused everything in gasoline, a liquid that lights on fire easily. The pearls were in an iron box, it's the only thing that survived" Hot tears fighting to escape my lids and my voice cracking with each word like a child just speaking for the first time.

"I apologize. I didn't mean it in that way darling" Otto's apologetic voice melting my brain, I smiled and wiped them away "Ya know before I came here I read a book about octopus people, it said I needed to give you food or gold to stop you from taking my heart and sacrificing it to the gods" Otto's face turned a slight blue "Ahh, heh heh, yes many people make terrible accusations of us. Some have even said they offer their innocence to live if they encounter us".

My face blowing in fire, I snapped my neck giving myself whiplash looking at him, he obviously noticed "No. Do not worry. Your won't have to give me anything if you don't want to darling. We aren't like that. We need consent to permanently breed" his honesty is killer man, I felt like I could melt.

"What do you mean permanently?" I ask, curiosity consuming me, why am I so interested in this? It's fucking weird to ask a FUCKING OCTOPUS ABOUT HIS FUCKING RITUALS?! "As it is in our DNA, we only breed once in our lifetime, unlike others who breed with different beings, we stay with one companion. In such, we perform certain rituals to make sure others know our companion belongs to us, and others don't swoop them away" god this is so fucking weird but so fucking interesting.

"Like what?" STOP ASKING QUESTIONS, I could see his face churning to a grin, cocky fish "there are many different ways, some more intense than others, but we usually do one specific act" raising his hand he ghosted his finger tips along side my throat "The neck is a vital part of the body. If trust is put in the wrong hands, could kill anybody almost instantly, as it is sensitive and carried a lot of blood" he informs, his voice getting darker and quieter as he inches closer.

Of course I let it happen, I'm weak, I can't do shit but let him do as he pleases. "We sink out teeth into the throat, just deep enough to scar and not kill the receiver, then we release a liquid pheromone into the neck that can be recognized by others that the receiver is taken" removing his now warm hand from me, I could feel the pins and needles of where his touch used to be.

I always longed for that effect. "How do you humans claim others as your own?" I couldn't help but choke on my nervous laughter "Well, uhm, heh, we aren't that trusting so we usually stay together for some years to really know that if their the one. After that, some people buy a diamond ring, its visible to others that they are taken and sometimes we are very selfish so if the ring didn't cost a lot of currency, the other might be upset." his face contorted to confusion.

I smile in guilt, we really are fucking awful "I know. it's awful, but it's not our fault, a lot of us don't know how to control our desires like greed, lust, or wrath. That boy you were hanging at the throat before I blacked out, is the son of the richest man in our little home, so he thinks we should all bow down to him" his hand gripped my tightly, his brows were stitched together and his face was serious.

Feeling guilty of what humans have done to these poor creatures, I slithered my soft fingers to his bicep and squeezed and caressed to get his attention, "I'm really sorry we did this to you. I ashamed to be apart of it." his attention quickly grabbed at my last words "You have done nothing? I learned a long time ago when I met your father, that there is still kindness here. But I knew with that snotty little boy I couldn't let him hurt you, I don't know why, it was like a need".

His voice laced with confusion and care, butterflies built in my stomach. "A need" I repeated, almost an echo, "Yes. I need to protect you. I'm not sure why." The longer we sat, the more he thought "Why did you stop me from killing that boy?" I curl my body into his, unintentionally, I was cold, I clung to his arm as I hid my face in his arm "I can't hurt people. I don't know why, but I could never bring myself to hurt people or watch people be hurt. It feels wrong. Even of they are bad people." I watched as the wet blue arms wrapped around my legs away, almost feeling like they're pulsating as the suck on the bare skin to cling on. They stopped at my knee.

"You are a very soft human" the arm I clung to, them rested on my knee and ran up and down my leg slowly, aching and lovingly, I tried not to feel weird, as 1) I just met him 2) he's literally and octopus and 3) he's probably like 100 years old. But I like him a lot, he's kind, and very concerned about my consent and what I'm comfortable with, hell he fucking saved me from my face being crushed.

"You are very big for a merman" I utter, his laughter roaring from the depths of his large chest and rumbled and shook both of us "Y/n" "I'm sorry?" I repeat "My name is Y/n" I didn't look up but I thought he smiled, his body shifting and leaning into my neck slightly. His still wet body, soaking my skin and clothes, but of course my dumb ass didn't mind "It is an enchanting name" is breath sending shivers through my body, as his large form held mine closer.

Is this wrong? It doesn't feel wrong, It feels so right, the first time I've ever liked someone who didn't want me dead.

Will he want me dead?

or

Will other?

Oh look, two bros simply hanging out! Let's just say that Chamoy isn't too keen on Razzle's "flashy" appearance and personality but they are still buddies!

Chamoy belongs to @cursetale aka Melikas~

Orcs and Demons

I saw bright for the first time 2 days ago and now I’m obsessed with Jakoby <3

9:00pm

The typing on my computer became more and more irritating, my leg bounced impatiently as my report felt like it was becoming longer and longer even though it was just an assault case at a gas station, some guy coked up on fairy dust, thankfully only left scratches, being an EMT is stressful enough.

Busting through my office, one of my EMT’s abruptly commands “We gotta go now! Domestic attack” I dropped my pen and laced up my belt swiftly. As the ambulance was packed me hoped in and sped off, “hey, you got a hair tie?” I asked slightly turning my head from the wheel.

“Yeah, here” she handed me the tie “What happened at the scene?” I hope it’s nothing serious, I don’t know If I could handle it right now, with my bills starting to pile up, finishing school and needing to get rid of the stack of paper work on my desk, It feels like the bones at the arch of my back are melting.

“Schizophrenic elf forgot to take his pills and lashed out on his fiancé, the responder said she’s hiding in a closet somewhere in the house, they also said she has some cuts, deep bruising and swelling to the face and head, maybe concussing injuries” she explained.

Quickly making a right turn and reaching for my intercom “Are the cops at the crime scene yet?” there was scratchy response “No, you should meet there at the same time” I uttered a thank you and pointed to the back of the ambulance “Get the bag ready for head trauma”.

When we arrived, a cop car pulled up quickly and two tall men stepped out, a tall black man and a slightly shorter Orc, wait... Orc? How the fuck did they let an Orc into the police force!? Shut up and focus! There’s a hurt woman inside, just let the police escort us inside to help so we can all go home.

I jump out the back with the small medical bag, “You!” I pointed to the black man, quickly catching his attention “You come with me to the front, Orc you take back” they stopped in their tracks with a questioning look ‘Your telling us what to do?” the human guy asked. I was already half way up the walk way,

“do you two want to sit here crying with your thumbs up your asses all night or do you want to save this girl?” The human looks at the Orc and he just shrugs and runs to the back, pistol and flashlight drawn.

I quickly read the officer’s name tag, Ward, I followed behind him to the door. His fist pounded the door in urgency, even though it was a loud knock, it was pitch black and dead silent on the inside.

“Maybe it was a false call?” Ward says, “Or maybe he’s keeping her quiet? Or maybe he already got her and he’s gone? Or-” “alright alright- I get it” He quickly draws his gun, and tried the knob. Nothing. “Step back sweetheart” I snarled my teeth at his pet name and my stomach soured.

He speaks into his intercom “Hey Jakoby, no one’s answering the door, I’m persisting” “10-4, coming through back”, he kicks the door in, small pieces of wood falling as the door flies open. He looks back at me “Stay in arms reach” I quickly nod and we enter the dark house.

As we walk I flip the light switches on....