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poetthewriter · 6 months

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Hello!! I'm a bit new to your writing but I'd like to request smth! :D

Could you do a Goodtimeswithscar Scar x GN!Cat-Hybrid!Reader? The reader has spots of fur on their body. It tends to poof up everytime Scar would compliment them! One shot or hcs are fine w me :))

-🌑 anon

OMG HEY HEY MOONY (i now will call you moony) IM SORRY THIS DID NOT SHOW UP ON MY PHONE INBOX BUT I IS ON MY COMPUTER THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME I MISSED IT!

𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕= 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒃&𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔🌱🧄🌿

Cozy kitty cat

GoodTimesWithScar x Gn!reader

Scar had always had quite an interest in the feline creatures and with that he even owned a friend of his own, Jellie, of course that along with his love for cats that meant he loved you quite a lot. when he first me you, aside from you already attention catching looks scar found great fascination in you cat like traits and soon this became one of his hobbies, trying to learn about your true self and kitty like antics.

Over time scar noticed even the smallest things about your hybrid side like how in the dark your eyes narrowed and you could always guide him through places at night, how every once and a while especially after sleeping you would stretch your back and arms out as far as you could and open your mouth showing off you pointy teeth, and how you would knead you hands into people after pouncing on top of them then continue to gently push you head into your friends rubbing you checks and hair against them.

This quest to learn more never failed to bore the young man but over time things started to change. yes your cat like features, antics, and habits where quite cute and charming but his focus on you shifted in a new direction.

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walking past a multitude of houses scar hummed gently, his steps had a swing in them and he seemed quite buzzy , the day was quite boring so far so Scar thought what better to do then visit his good friend, you. the flower sway beside him and he jumps up to you door, *knock knock knock* Scar pounds his fist on your door and waits for an answer, minutes past and the thought that you arnt home has crossed his mind but he shakes his head. only a few days prier the two of you talked about you weekly plans and you told him you would be home today.

after contemplating for a moment the eccentric man finally makes a decision, the window close to you door is open and it doesn't seem like you would get to angry at him...…

Scars foot balances between the porch and your window seal slipping back and forth he manages to pull him self through the opening. taking of his shoes he walks around your house with a big smile still painted on his face, a silly voice calls out your name but to no Advil there's still no response.

just before Scar goes to give up something catches his attention.

A shirt?

a shirt lays on the ground right in front of the laundry room, Scar picks it up and smiles at it knowing that its yours, trying to be kind Scar opens the laundry room door to put the shirt in there but to his surprise there you are laying on top of a piles of freshly dried clothes.

Scar cant help but laugh at the silly sight before him but try's to muffle his giggles as hard as he can as to not wake you up. as he calms down he cant help but stare, you lay there and somehow just from seeing you he feels calm, and purrs softly emit from you mouth and your ears softly switch.

slowly scar sits beside you on the massive pile of freshly clean clothing, towels and blankets and sinks in to the softness, his closes his eyes understanding why you fell asleep here, the makeshift bed is still super warm from the dryer and extra soft after being newly washed and after just moments he has already drifted asleep right beside you.

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your eyes flush open and you take a moment to adjust to the lights around you, looking around now awake a soft sound of breathing catches your ears, looking down beside you their sits scar and you cant help but heat up.

"huh... what time is it" Scar mumbles patting his hands around searching the room. "wait, Y/n! I forgot I came, did I scare you?" he continues speaking with a grin.

"What are you doing here Pretty boy?" you respond to his antics and you cling on to him pushing you ears as well as hair into the crook of his neck. Scar sits there all giddy over the nickname you commonly call him that he doesn't really notice that you turn on some lanterns until you have finished lighting them all.

"i was a little bored~ and what better to do then to visit my favorite catlike friend!" he pipes dragging out some of his word extenuating his smirky dimeter, the patches of you fur poof up as he finishes complementing you and your cheeks rose up as you tuck your face into you hands.

"Awwwww! i love when you fur poofs up like that" scar says reaching his hand you pet the soft patch on your right cheek and scratch the back of your ear, normally some cat hybrid didn't like when people touched them or pet them but you liked it to be honest you quite like when your friends pat you head or pick up on your cat like traits you found it to be quite endearing but with scar everything was different you loved it. Scar was your person always the kindest and most accepting of you he made you feel better then anyone had, the man loved you cat like self but overtime things changed.

"thank you Scar" you respond to his previous comment but little did he know that you weren't just thinking him for the complements he showered you with but for the love he shared with you. you pull scar up of the pile of now cold clothing and drag him to the living room, the couch is pulled out covered in piles of warm blankets and fuzzy pillows and the room is kept warm by the gentle fire.

Adding a few logs of wood in to the fireplace you finally sit down with Scar once again and the two of you huddle into the warmth of the house and each other. huh?.. wait is this normal for friends?......

Scar finally understands yes he loved your cat side but the only reason he loves it as much as he does is because its a part of you, everything you do cat like or not he loves and finds ever so charming, so he could care less hybrid or not he loves you.

three words come out of you mouth as if you had read his mind right as you fall asleep you cant help but say..

"i love you"

#hermitcraft x reader #gtwscar #hermitcraft #hermit x reader #3rd life #mcyt x reader #og mcyt #goodtimeswithscar x reader #goodtimeswithscar #cat reader

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finniestoncrane · 9 months

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💜🍴 Finnie's 1.5k Follower Event 🍴💚

CLOSED by health inspector

even though it felt like this took forever it really didn't because i've only been on here and writing for just over a year, and i'm so grateful that people still follow me despite my personality as a whole lmao, i wanted to do something silly and goofy so here's my prompt list for my milestone ;-; hello and welcome to the vill-inn, gotham's newest restaurant (and definitely 100% not a money-laundering front for nefarious rogue activity no sirree u-u) please come on in and peruse the menu and let us know what you want to eat!! send in your order + reader/insert gender/pronouns/genitals too! the restaurant is now closed as well as writing headcanons and drabbles, i'm also doing a little give away! so anyone who asks off anon (or not, check the specials menu below) i'll enter into a little silly draw for a 1k commission and pick 3 winners u-u 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie1500 (to follow or to block)

Hello, welcome to Vill-Inn, how will you be DIE-ning with us today?

Sit-In [drabbles/short fic]

Takeout [bullet-point/free form story/headcanon style]

Delivery [surprise me]

Great! Wonderful! What can I get you to drink? And don't say fear toxin! (I'm this close to quitting...) (pick 1)

Water [hurt/comfort]

Soda [angst]

Milkshake [fluff]

Signature Cocktail [smut/pwp]

Black Coffee [doesn't matter/surprise me]

And what will you be having for your MAIM course? (pick 1, feel free to specify the version)

Question Mark Shaped Nuggies [riddler]

Sushi Platter [penguin]

Pumpkin Ravioli [scarecrow]

Surf and Turf [two face]

Arroz con Pollo [bane]

Steak [victor zsasz]

Cucumber Sandwiches [mad hatter]

Garden Salad [poison ivy]

Gut Buster Burger [harley quinn]

Gazpacho [mr freeze]

Plain Noodles with Butter [john doe]

Gumbo [killer croc]

BBQ Platter [captain boomerang]

And what loyal side(kick)s are you having with that? (pick up to 4)

🍟 Regular Fries [waking up with them]

🧇 Waffle Fries [sex in a public place]

🍠 Sweet potato Fries [visiting them in Arkham/Blackgate]

➰ Curly Fries [only one bed]

🍁 Poutine [slow dancing]

🥔 Potato Skins [at a party]

🍕 Pizza Bites [tending to wounds]

🍗 Chicken Wings [confession/confessing feelings]

🍔 Sliders [exacting revenge]

🌭 Mini Dogs [hate/angry sex]

🍤 Popcorn Shrimp [hugs from behind]

🐔 Chicken Strips [oral sex/how they give and receive]

🍿 Cheese Popcorn [bite marks/marking kink]

🥒 Deep Fried Pickles [sloppy kisses]

🧅 Blooming Onion [being rejected]

🍘 Rice Crackers [choking]

🍞 Bread Rolls [blood play]

🧄 Garlic Bread [straddling]

🥖 Breadsticks [neck/wrist kisses]

🥪 Half Sandwich [giving/receiving praise]

🥣 Soup [argument]

🍜 Noodles [cuddles]

🍚 Steamed Rice [denial]

🦪 Oysters [rough sex]

🍣 Sushi Sampler [edging/orgasm denial]

🌽 Corn on the Cob [instructional masturbation]

🥕 Honey Glazed Carrots ["open your mouth"]

🥗 Green Salad ["do you need a hand?"]

🍅 Tomato Salad ["i have to go"]

🍏 Fruit Salad ["i shouldn't have to ask"]

🍆 Roasted Veg ["i've never done this before"]

🥦 Seared Broccoli ["i hate you"]

🧀 Cheese Platter ["it's too late"]

🍖 Meat Plate ["i've never wanted anything more"]

🍄 Sauteed Mushrooms ["do you want it rough or gentle?"]

🥑 Guacamole ["please don't leave"]

🥜 Toasted Peanuts ["i want to hear you"]

🥓 Bacon Bits ["i didn't say stop"]

💚 Specials Menu 💚

I'm Here For A Blind Date [tell me a bit about yourself and i'll do a character pairing for who you're having lunch with]

Can I Get A Seat At the Buffet? [i don't have an idea/want to ask off anon, but i want to be included in the draw - this message won't be answered]

thanks for visiting, and please feel free to tip your wait staff 💜

#finnie1500 #I’m hoping this inspires me to write a bit more!! I AM EXCITED #NOW LET US NEVER SPEAK OF MILESTONES AGAIN FOR AT LEAST FOUR YEARS HOPEFULLY #I kept looking at the follower account too much #finnie shouts into the void

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advanced-knocking · 1 month

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STORYTIME ASK GAME

Three Rules:

1. For any prompt that doesn't specify that the story has to be about you, you can tell literally any story.

2. If you have the choice between telling a lie, and something that makes you uncomfortable, lie your fucking heart out. Or just don't answer. This is meant to be fun, not stressful.

3. When someone reblogs this from you, you shoot them an ask. This is a social situations. People want you to show interest. Be nice.

THE ASKS:

🔙 Tell us your earliest clear memory

▶️Tell us a story that would have the most clickbait-y title if you were an obnoxious youtuber

⚠️Tell us a story that had some kind of moral lesson at the end for you

🛸Tell us a story that you still can't explain to this day

🕳Tell us a story about a time when you did something with absolutely zero thoughts complete stupidity

👶Tell us a fond childhood memory

📱Tell us a terminally online story

🦙Tell us a story that would be the Hottest Drama if you and the others involved were celebrities

🍀Tell us a story where you got really lucky

😇 Tell us a story where you did something good

😈 Tell us a story where you did something bad (on purpose)

🏥 Tell us a hospital/illness story

🧦 Tell us about an item you lost

🍷 Tell us a story in which you were drunk

🏅 Tell us a story where you won something

🥰 Tell us a story where you felt loved

🍋 Tell us a story you're still bitter about

🏖 Tell us a vacation story

🤐 Tell us a secret you swore you wouldn't tell

☕ Tell us a story about a time you haven't slept enough

🚅 Tell us a story that happened on public transport

👔Tell us a school/work story

☎️Tell us a story about a thing that happened to your mom's colleague's son's girlfriend (or a person equally far removed from you whose story you've only heard passed through the metaphorical telephone)

👥Tell us a friend group story

🐁 Tell us a story that made you want to study the people involved in a lab

❌ Tell us a story that needs a DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME warning

🏘 Tell us a story that happened in your neighborhood

🙄 Tell us a story about someone annoying

🪤 Tell us a story about a prank

🧸Tell us a story that you played as a child (with your toys or with your friends)

💤Tell us a dream you had

🎮 Tell us the plot of a video game from memory

🎞 Try to recall the plot of the first movie you remember ever watching in a cinema

🎭 Tell us the plot of a play you've seen

🎵 Tell us about the most plot-heavy song you know

🧄 Give us a recipe that you love to make

🐈‍⬛Tell us a story that involves a pet

🦝 Tell us a story about a feral animal

🛏Tell us a cozy story

🌶 Tell us a spicy story

🍭 Tell us a silly story

⚧ Tell us a transgender story

🏳️‍🌈 Tell us a queer story

🍆 Tell us a story involving something sexual

🌦Tell us a story where the weather plays a big part

🌸 Tell us a story that happened in spring

🍂 Tell us a story that happened in autumn

Happy storytelling!

#ask game #ask games #ask meme #feel free to ask me if u want but i mostly made this to be reblogged

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unbeleevable · 6 months

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🥕🧅🥬peas🫑 🧄🥔

I've already answered : 🥕, 🧅, 🧄,🥔

🥬favorite tickle scene in a movie/series/book?

THE FNAF ONE WAS ADORABLE

(Pea emoji) when was the last time you got tickled?

TWO DAYS AGO!!! 🐺🐺

🫑 when was the last time you tickled someone?

ALSO TWO DAYS AGO!! 🐺🐺🐺

THANK YOU POOKIE !! ‼️

#tword community #sfw tickle community #tword content #sfw tk blog

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askadrianalucardtepes · 1 day

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The fleeing vampire runs into Alucard's chest, bouncing off and into the floor roughly.

"Me? Oh um. I'm Avery. Avery Sage. Nobody of importance, really." The vampire, Avery, says as he quickly scrambles back to his feet.

"I... I didn't realize that you were a vampire. Or that this was your territory or that those were your humans. I'll leave, completely and utterly, I swear. Never to return. Hopefully." He rambles nervously, nothing like the terrifying image one usually has of vampires.

-🧄

"That would be most wise of you, Avery. A parasite like you stalking my home and sneaking into the homes of my people is not something I take to kindly. But before I send you off your way never to return, I'd like to spend a while asking you some... Questions, first. It would be beneficial to your prolonged survival to answer me honestly." //The dhampir steps closer to him as soon as he's on his feet, grabbing a hold of Avery's shirt to keep him trapped in place. "What were you even doing here in the first place, huh? Who do you serve? What court has spat you out and sent you here? And are there more of you leeches skulking around? You made the mistake of infiltrating the home of a vampire hunter, fool. I have no qualms about painting the landscape red with your blood and the blood of any friends of yours."

#castlevania rp #alucard #ask alucard #alucard castlevania #adrian fahrenheit tepes #castlevania alucard #castlevania askblog #castlevania netflix #castlevania #alucard tepes #alucard roleplay #alucard rp #adrian tepes #ask adrian fahrenheit tepes #askadrianalucardtepes #alucard askblog

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spellboundspectre · 2 years

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You didn’t unfollow me for Eddie Munson does that mean I’m special?🥺

yes but you’re on thin ice babe 💕

#bakugous-forehead #🧄.answers #🧄.moots

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vikkirosko · 2 years

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Can you do dee glam and chive with a s/o that’s starving their self?

Headcanons Starvation

💖 Glam x Reader 🎸

When you and Glam first met, he noticed that you eat quite a bit. He assumed that every time before your meeting you ate, so you weren't hungry in the cafe, but when you started dating and spending much more time together, he noticed that you didn't just don't want to eat, you starve yourself

Glam is worried about your health. He didn't understand the reason for your fasting and was very worried about how it might affect your health. That's why he decided to talk to you about it. He was extremely surprised when you told him that this was the only way for you to become more beautiful. He didn't know who put that thought into you, but he wasn't going to let it go like that

Glam tried to convince you that fasting is not useful, but on the contrary, it harms your health. He didn't want you to torture yourself because of someone else's words. He acted gradually, not wanting to put pressure on you. He understood that excessive perseverance could reduce all progress to zero

Gradually, his attempts began to bear fruit. You've been eating a little. It was difficult for you to rearrange your usual diet, but Glam tried to help you with this. You couldn't finish the whole portion, but you tried. You started to look much healthier, your head stopped spinning. For the first time in a long time, you could smile sincerely and happily. Glam was happy about this and hoped that you would be able to completely get rid of starvation

📚 Dee x Reader📱

The fact that something happened to you Dee noticed right away. He noticed your pallor and how it took you a few seconds to stop feeling dizzy after you got up from your chair. At first he thought you were sick, but when he noticed how you stopped eating in the dining room, he realized that the reason for your condition was that you were starving yourself

He decided to talk to you to find out why you are starving yourself. At first you didn't answer his questions, translating the topic or pretending that you didn't hear the question, but eventually you couldn't stand it and told him everything. You knew perfectly well that you were only making it worse for yourself, but you continued to starve. The reason for this was that your parents constantly told you that you have weight problems and you urgently need to lose weight. Their words really upset you, so you almost stopped eating. When you finished your story, Dee had to restrain her anger with all her might

He was angry at your parents. He was outraged that they did this to you. He wasn't going to stand by and watch you ruin your health because of cruel words. He began to bring you food from home, took you to a cafe, and every time you tried to refuse food, he convinced you that you were beautiful and that you didn't need to listen to what others were saying. He understood that at home they hardly let you eat in peace, so he made sure that at least outside the house you could eat in peace

You were grateful to Dee for supporting you and helping you. With his help, you gradually began to feel better. Dee was even ready to personally cook for you if the need arose, but he understood that if your parents started starving you, he would need to intervene. He doubted he could do it himself, but he was willing to find any ways to make sure you'd be okay

🧄Chive x Reader 🎸

You and Chive have been living together for a long time and therefore your meals were most often combined. He quickly noticed that you began to eat much less than before, sometimes even skipping meals. Every day you ate less and less. You started starving yourself and Chive noticed it perfectly

Chive tried to find out from you about why you practically stopped eating. You didn't talk about it, claiming that everything was fine, but he saw the truth and wasn't going to leave it just like that. He saw that your fasting greatly affected your health, so he began to cook especially for you, hoping that you would still be able to eat normally

At first, you continued to refuse to eat, so he had to spend some time for you to gradually start eating again. Only then did you tell him that you didn't feel well enough and were sure that you had weight problems. Chive didn't understand how you could even think about it, because for him you were beautiful regardless of your weight and he was ready to tell you about it an infinite number of times

Chive was willing to spend as much time as he wanted to make sure that you were eating normally again and that nothing was threatening your health. He was very worried about you and didn't want you to start feeling bad. He intended to help you cope with self-doubt so that you would never risk your health again

#Metal family #Metal family x Reader #Metal family headcanons #Glam #Glam x Reader #Dee #Dee x Reader #Chive #Chive x Reader

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eruden-writes · 1 year

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"I didnt know where else to go" pleasee

Okay, this doesn't exactly follow the trope. I'm sorry! Hopefully it's still enjoyable.

Also, weirdly, it ended up being another vampire x human. XD

🩸🍷🧛‍♂️🦇🧄

It was a dark and stormy night when she came pounding on his door. One wouldn’t believe a vampire lord would answer his own door. Surely, he had a servant or butler for such trivial things. Yet there he was, standing in the open entryway, a crystal chalice of blood - or red wine - in one hand and swathed in a robe of fine green silk.

Momentarily dumbstruck, Nikita stared up at Lord Ambrose DuBois of Sanguinary, known he/they, feeling her stomach somersault. Tall and pale with white curls coiffed fashionably and sharp green eyes on her, she couldn’t help but feel small. It was a strange feeling considering how most people were smaller than her, if not in height then in body. The sensation made her drenched cloak and dress weigh even heavier atop her.

“My apologies, m’lord. I was gath-gathering herbs in the woods when the st-storm rolled in.“ A tremble coursed over her body, beneath her rain-drenched clothes. Lowering her gaze, she stared blankly at a stone in the wall. “The-then a g-group of men began following me, s-saying unsavory th-things.”

Testing the waters, Nikita peeked up at the man. He appeared unmoved, head cocked as if he were waiting for her to get to her point. Weakly, Nikita mumbled, “My apologies, again. Your castle was cl-close and I-I didn’t know where else to go.”

Ambrose stared down at the woman, his face impassive. Slowly, he raised his chalice to his lips, cocking a dark eyebrow down at her. After a leisurely sip while Nikita trembled, he finally addressed her. “I do not recognize you.”

NIkita’s eyebrows furrowed, confused by his words. “My lord?”

“I know every inhabitant of my realm,” Ambrose stated, his head tilting to the side. His expression still hadn’t changed, making Nikita feel as if she was being eyed by a particularly unimpressed cat. He stooped closer to her, his words coming out in a short, pointed staccato as he added, “And yet, you are unfamiliar.”

“You c-could not possibly know everyone.” Nikita smiled awkwardly as her lips trembled, trying not to cringe away from him.

“I assure you, I do.” Something in Ambrose’s eyes - a glint, a spark, something - made her heart sink. He couldn’t possibly know the real reason she was there, could he? Whatever had flashed in his gaze dissipated as he stood straight, once again reinstating a safe distance. “You may enter. Follow me to my study.”

Before she stepped onto the marble, Nikita squeaked, “But I’ll drip everywhere.”

With a sharp motion, he turned to her. He stared intently for a breath, eyeing her up and down, before saying. “Yes, you will. Come along now.”

And that was it. Lord Ambrose turned his back to her, continuing his effortless glide down the corridor. It took Nikita a moment to gather her wits and finally cross the threshold into the manor. Slowly, she shut the heavy door behind her before trailing after the vampire lord.

In silence, he led her through the halls and she cast furtive glances around. It wasn’t the dusty dark keep she expected nor was it overly furnished with riches. True, there were paintings and the odd statue or potted plant, but overall it was rather plain. There were fairy lanterns in place of candles and torches, which was a sign of wealth but also a safety precaution. Fire could kill vampires, after all, so the fewer sources the less danger. Then again, most beings scorched under a flame.

Finally, after traversing through the maze of halls and up a staircase, Ambrose pushed a door and led Nikita into a room.

Fire crackled in an ornate fireplace and warmed the air. Bookcases lined the walls, each filled to the brim with books and papers. More tomes laid scattered about the floor and tables, some open and others bearing an array of bookmarks. Knickknacks and mechanisms and rolled-up scrolls littered other shelves, likely for further study and cross-reference, but she wasn’t exactly sure.

Near the fireplace sat a chaise, a plush chair, and an end table upon which another book laid. As Ambrose made his way to the chair, Nikita wondered if he had been reading when she knocked. Considering how long they walked, he must have raced to answer the door.

That thought made her stomach flip, mentally noting ‘supernatural speed’ in her mental file for Ambrose DuBois.

Turning her attention back to the room, Nikita narrowed her eyes. It felt more like a library than a simple study to her, but she didn’t say anything. There was just too much in the room, too much to see, for her to formulate any words. Driven to the warmth, she shuffled further into the room, closer to the fire.

Once she was well within the room, Ambrose gave a lazy wave of his hand. Behind her, the door thumped shut. Another warning bell went off in her head, but she tried to ignore it. All of the rumors involving Ambrose were a far cry from the corset-ripping terrors she heard elsewhere.

That thought flew from her head when Ambrose’s deep voice spoke once more. “Strip.”

“Excuse me?” Her head snapped to him as indignant anger flared through her. At her throat, keeping her cloak closed, her hand tightened.

“Get out of those wet clothes. You may place them near the fire.” Ambrose didn’t seem to notice her outrage. With a languid gesture of his hand, he motioned toward the roaring fire. “I’m sure you’ll move much easier in whatever slayer garb you’re wearing underneath.”

Everything in Nikita stilled as she stared at Ambrose. Little to no change in his expression. Ease emanated around him as he sat perched on his chair, legs crossed at the knee and goblet still in hand. His attention seemed to shift to his drink as he took a sip.

Cold and with the cloth weighing down on her, Nikita decided to follow his guidance. She shucked the cloak and dress from her body, leaving the dry leather armor, tunic, and trousers on. She tossed the outerwear onto a rack situated close to the fire, presumably for this very purpose. All the while, she kept Ambrose in her line of sight.. “How did you know?”

“Your hair is cropped short for battle, since long hair can be a liability,” he sighed, not even hesitating to answer her question. Her hand jumped to her hair, tugging at the short ash brown strands and wondering whether he only noticed once her cloak was off or if he knew earlier. “The garlic tonic you have on your belt is not stoppered properly, I can smell it. Along with the specially crafted vampire stakes made of cedar wood.”

Nikita’s hand went to her belt where a vial of the aforementioned garlic tonic hung. Her thumb played with the cork stopper, but she could not tactilely find anything wrong with it. At her opposite hip, the stakes hung, feeling heavier now that they were out in the open.

“You may as well throw the garlic. It will have no effect on me.” Finally, the mask of indifference that Ambrose wore broke. A droll smile curved at his lips, making Nikita swallow as her heart stuttered. How did one tell if a vampire’s influence had tainted their thoughts and body?

As Nikita’s thoughts raced with curiosity, Ambrose continued. “Any silver on your person will do you much better. It burns my skin, though my pain tolerance is rather high.”

Her thoughts spun to the silver cross - a blade in disguise - stuffed along the side of her boot. He had easily inventoried her main weapons against him. Being found out so easily brought a bite to Nikita’s previously timid voice, “Forgive me if I do not believe a word you say.”

“As you wish.” Ambrose shrugged, placing his empty chalice on the table beside his chair.

“What now?” Her question shot off more like a demand as her shoulders tensed, prepared for an abrupt attack. “Why invite a slayer into your home?”

“Boredom, mostly. Though I do have a proposition.” With a push, Ambrose hefted himself gracefully from the chair. His smile seemed to inch wider, Nikita thought as she caught the barest hint of his pointed fangs. “I will allow your attempt to slay me. In turn, I will attempt to bed you.”

“Why would I agree to that?” She spat, backing away from the approaching vampire.

“I daresay, it is more than a fair arrangement.” That placid smile lingered at his lips as he continued to follow her.

After three steps, Nikita freed a stake from her holster, angling it at the man. “I try to kill you and you try to rape me?”

“I never said I’d force myself on you.” The brandishing of the stake didn’t even make Ambrose pause. He merely glanced at it, something calculating in his gaze, before continuing the slow pursuit.

It was like being stalked by a mountain lion, Nikita thought. He followed her lazily, as if he were playing with her, and she continued to back around the room in an arc, stake at the ready.

“Hypnotism counts as coercion,” she snapped, a frown curving deep across her lips. It was no secret how vampires often coaxed a pretty partner to their bed. Or how they convinced humans to willingly extend their throat beneath their fangs. Enthrallment.

“Oh, I agree. There is no delight in such a tactic.” Still undeterred, Ambrose followed after her. “I will only go so far as you desire.”

Agitation razed over Nikita’s back. He had to think she was a joke. He certainly didn’t find her to be an iota of a threat, given the topic of their conversation. Ignoring the embarrassed heat that bit across her cheeks, Nikita snarled, “Then I’ll just keep telling you no until I kill you.”

“I don’t believe you will.” His chuckle burned down her spine.

“Why do you believe that?”

“You are no born slayer. There is too much curiosity in those dark eyes.” The way Ambrose’s eyes softened, his voice quieting a little, made her shudder. Nikita continued to back away, but now he was approaching faster, more confidently. “You are intrigued how I know all my citizens and why no one within my borders has sought to kill me.”

The distance between them was shortening, but she couldn’t understand why. It felt like her body dragged as he continued forward. “I am sure you have heard the rumors, as well. Of graciousness, my kindness, my understanding.”

Everything he said was true. She was curious to know why only outsiders were hiring hits on Lord DuBois, why no one within the borders seemed to mind his presence. At first, she thought it was a powerful enthrallment, perhaps even a spell or sorcery. Yet no matter who she encountered, what de-spelling she did, all the civilians under DuBois’s rule seemed content.

“You’re interested in learning how I’ve made so many believe such farcities, no?” Another assertion, another step forward, another inch lost between them.

He was getting too close, saying things that made Nikita’s head spin while simultaneously feeling as if they were humiliating slaps to her face. With a sudden yell and a lunge forward, she brought the stake to the fleshy part of his stomach and pushed. It sunk into the vampire with a sickening squelch, driven farther by survival instinct.

Ambrose’s green eyes flickered from Nikita’s face to the shaft of sharpened wood jutting out of his gut. As his eyes swung slowly back up to her face, his hands clasped over hers. He held her hands to the stake and took a forceful step forward, driving the wood deeper in.

It felt like her heart was going to pound out of her chest, her lungs locking up as Ambrose took another step forward. A confused whimper bubbled up from her throat when her blood slickened hands pressed firmly to his abdomen.

“I don’t believe you have it in you to kill me,” he breathed, stooping closer toward her. Nikita jerked as his splayed hand touched her cheek, his absurdly cool flesh stinging her flushed features. Ambrose slid his hand to the back of her head, guiding her head back with the pressure of his fingertips and no more. In her chest, her heart thrummed hard, watching as a smile split fully across the vampire’s lips. His fangs on full display, stark white against his pale flesh.

Her skin burned as his thumb skirted over her bottom lip. Ambrose drew closer, the scent of the wine he’d been drinking tainting the air between them.

Before Nikita could even think to say anything, a bothered expression suddenly passed over the vampire’s face. Pulling back, his gaze flickered to the stake protruding from his gut.

“Oh, damnation. This was one of my favorite robes.” Ambrose sighed, shaking his head as one hand pressed to the stained green fabric. When he pulled his hand away, his palm was coated with thick dark blood. “Allow me to change into something else.”

Leaving Nikita’s thoughts in freefall, Ambrose pulled away and headed toward the door. Acting on automatic impulse, she returned to her still soaking cloak, wiping the blood free of her hands. All the while, her brain tried valiantly to recalibrate itself. This man, this vampire, had thoroughly frazzled her thoughts.

It seemed he wasn’t done, yet. With a snap of his fingers, paused in the door and turned back to Nikita. Her gaze met him across the empty expanse of the study. “Ah, before we go any further, may I get your name and designation?”

For a long stretch of time, she silently stared at him. If he felt awkward under her attention, he made no indication. Within her, a battle waged between sense and curiosity. There was no good reason to tell him her name. None whatsoever.

And yet she found herself answering him, too intrigued to be cautious. “Nikita Berunai, she/they.”

Once more, a broader smile overtook the placid grin that usually settled over the vampire lord’s lips. In spite of his injury, Ambrose bowed to her, one arm folded behind his back. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Nikita Berunai.”

With that, he straightened and spun away. Presumably to go change into something he didn’t care about ruining. Nikita stared at the spot he had been, her mind still struggling to understand what exactly happened.

Killing a vampire was supposed to be straightforward. Catch them unawares and stake them, unless they found you out, in which case there should have been a fight, a struggle, and then a stake to the heart. Or fangs to the throat, she supposed, but she didn’t want to think about that.

Hands cleaned of blood, she stumbled to the chaise lounge and settled upon it. Pressing a palm to her own cheek, she realized her flush still burned fervently at her face. Glancing to the door again, her mind began chugging carefully around newly placed thoughts. Nikita hated to admit it, but he was right. From the start, she was damnably curious about Lord Ambrose DuBoi, beloved vampire lord of Sanguinary. And now that interest burned in her thoughts as something Nikita didn’t want to name scalded her center.

#vampire #exo writing #exophilia #trope requests #vampire x human #vampire x hunter #monster lover #monster men #monster fucker #“but I'll drip everywhere” “yes you will” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)#did you catch that? lol #nikita #ambrose

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vivisection-and-vampyrism · 26 days

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🧄- what weakness do you exploit the most against vampires?

💀- how many vampires have you killed?

⚰️- what’s the best way to deal with a vampire, in your opinion?

For Falkner.

🌙- what would you do first if you could escape?

For Odessa/Pavel.

@4th-dimensional-writer

🧄 It takes Falkner a moment to answer. Stakes through the heart seems too easy and, therefore, wrong. "Anything to do with day and night cycles," he decides. "They sleep all day, so it's easy to kill them if you can find their nest. And their sunlight aversion is hilarious."

💀 His reply is immediately and all-too casual. "Oh, I've lost track. Dozens. Maybe a hundred, but I don't think my kill count is quite that high."

⚰️ "Kill them on sight, obviously." He rolls his eyes. "I can't recommend keeping them around as lovers. Worst mistake of my life, and my greatest vice. I don't think I'll ever change. But you don't have to repeat my mistakes."

🌙 "Kill Falkner," Odessa hisses, growing heated at the notion. "Snap his neck. Drink his blood. All of that. Then I'd spit on his corpse and leave it for the dogs."

🌙 Pavel offers his sister a concerned look before replying. "All I want is a good day of sleep and a full meal. Everything else can wait."

-Hart :D

#Hart rambles #Home Sweet Home #Falkner #Odessa #Pavel #Ask #Ask game

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Excuse me sir, may I have some Etho fluff? Just a little to spare.

Drink water and touch grass! -🪓anon

KitsuneEthoslab x GnReader

Cookie Kisses

𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕= 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒃&𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔🌱🧄🌿

The sky is dark and the shopping district is silent as soft white snow falls down from the sky, a gently lit lantern sways back and forth as the light guides your way, heat realises its self from the tiny crackling fire but the heat is only enough to warm the frosted feeling in you finger tips. snow crunches underneath warm boots and the wind harshly snaps you face.

walking through the shops and stores a joyful smile forms on your face the beautiful blue glow reaches you as you look through the widows of the alley sanctuary, your eyes shimmer reflecting the enchanting view and from afar someone admires the charming looks that belong to you.

Etho sits like a cat on a firm branch of a spruce tree, one by one 9 tails show them self's behind his back matching the color of the freezing snow and mimicking the chilled wind, his tails resembles the tail of an arctic fox snowy white with soft periwinkle tips.

Ethos hair falls over his face as as he tilts his head onto his hand, you continue walking your cold path but a patch of ice is not so happy to let you pass on without harm, hidden under the snow you trip, slipping back onto the ice.

Holding your head soothing the flashes of pain pounding on the back of your head, a silhouette stands in front of you hold out a hand to pick you up from your pained state, "Are you alright dear" Ethos tall stance lowers as he puts an arm around you picking you up. "i would offer you some ice to help your head but i don't think you need more, already got enough ice to the head" he laughs out breathily.

As you pull your self up your friend supports you with his arm, feeling a bit dizzy still Ethos pulls you in to Scars cookie shop sitting you down to rest for a moment. "thanks Etho" you look at him with a smile and he returns one right away.

"Anytime, So Y/n what ya doing out shopping so late?" Etho responds in his quiet sweet deep voice.

"Well I'm going on a trip soon to some other servers to go scouring for some gifts for everyone I know its still quite early but I'm always rushing and I'm not to good at keeping up with getting all the gifts, I came to grab some elytra's". you respond with a embarrassed tone.

"ah I see well are you feeling alright now?"

"oh yeah, don't worry ill live"

Etho stand up and quickly grabs a cookie from Scars shop counter leaving him some cash and bringing it back over to you, your eyes question him at why he bought you one, Scars shop is fairly new and you haven't had the time to check out and support you good friends business so unbeknownst to you you didn't know the spell put on the tasty cookies.

"Oh, thank you Etho" you say to him as he hands you a cookie, slowly you take a bite out of the cookie as you close your eyes, soft and chewy and... huh? opening your eyes you see yourself teleported right Infront of Etho, of course embarrassed you go to get of of him but his hand pulls you in stroking your cheek.

"Y/n" he looks at you with loving eyes, pulling down his mask he looks at you again, "may i kiss you?" your heart strings pull tight and you feel as if the air has been knocked out of your lungs, looking as his face you stare in shock, Etho and yourself have known each other for years now he has been there and been by your side.

It was him all along, you and him. he watched over you taking care of you and being your best friend, you and him all along.

your face warms up as he awaits you answer and finally you speak up. "yes" you say to him, his face leans in and his lips are warm its only a peck and it only lasts a few moments but its full, full of love.

"That is one gift off your list" he smile holding you "may i take you home lovely?" he looks at you with a smirk pulling his mask up again, without responding you grab his hand and walk out of the shop, as the two of you walk past the spot of ice you tripped on he looks over at it and speaks up.

"What, lovely weather"

A/n-sorry it took so long hope ya can forgive me 🪓💕

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