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katsukikitten · 12 days

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Tomura doesn't find out how much of a pervert he is until he comes across a popular sound on TikTok as he's scrolling.

Shout out to all the latinas

The goth ones

The cowboy boots wearing ones

The crazy ones

I dont care

I see a latina bitch with with white or black toes

And I start acting like a damn dog

Anyway, this song going dummy hard

Turn this shit tf up

Sure the girls are pretty, showing off their bodies but none make him react, just a slow blink of his raw ruby gaze and before the sound even finishes he's scrolling to the next thing.

A league of legends meme, some sad halo lore, hell diver clips with guys who sound like they should be voice acting with their fun roleplaying dramatic as they shout "FOR DEMOCRACY."

And then again the sound pops back up shout out to all the latinas.

Except this time, for some reason, he can't scroll away.

You were mesmerizing, his thumb hovering midair as he watches, even if all he can see is your body and those pouty, plush lips. Captions staring you were shy and that you weren't going to show above your lips. Somehow Tomura is okay with that, thinks your eyes would send him over the edge a little too quickly.

The sound plays over and over and over, eyes tracing over your collar bones as the stupid sound burns into his subconscious. Looking at your pretty skin, your wolf cut and how he thinks you've only got lipgloss on but he can't be sure.

His eyes keep going back to your collar bones, two pretty red jeweled studs under each bone as if your body needed more attention drawn to it. So pretty, soft and plump and his calloused hands can already feel your supple skin under his rough touch. His cock twitches to life, palming himself through his joggers a time or two before he goes to your profile.

Looking for more videos but it seems only this one went viral. A few of the others you're kneeling in a skirt tending to your little garden or little day in my life povs but all he can think about is ruining your cute well placed outfits. Of ripping them off your body and grabbing at your stomach, thighs and ass covering each place with his sticky cum but what he thinks about the most is your mouth. Second only to your collar bones.

He thinks about his leaky tip, tapping it against your fluttering, eager, tongue, smearing your mouth with his pre before he fists your perfect wolf cut hair in his hand and shoves himself fully to the back of your throat. You'd gag around him and he'd groan, keeping you there, making your gag over and over.

Drool dripping from your chin and onto your chest and those fuckin studded collar bones and fuck -

He can't hold back anymore, letting the video play over and over as he strokes himself, doesn't care about the man's voice as he hyperfocused on you and your body. How your skirt was so short and when you adjusted just so he could see the crescents of your ass, could see a glimpse of your mound between your thick thighs he wants his head between. Speeding up his fist and pausing the video when your mouth and collar bones are in view. He swears you're making them extra pouty and just for him. Panting as he imagines what you sound like, how you'd husk his name while his tongue spelled out his own in heady possession on your overstimulated clit.

Painting his chest and fluttering abdomen in sticky hot white as he groans loud enough it echoes in his small room.

"Fuck." He pants, slamming his head back into his gaming chair, letting the post glow of his orgasm wash over him. Thundering throughout his body in time with his heart before he finally catches his breath. Not even bothering to wipe himself up as he tucks himself away, fingers poised over the keys in post nut clarity.

Taking your user from TikTok and praying to God he was lucky for once in his life. Searching it up on discord.

And oh how he's lucky.

The profile picture, your profile picture, is a still from the video he just watched, your collar bones, your pouty lips, small vixen like smile. Tomura can feel the thunder in his chest once more.

You sigh, toiling away at your computer, watching a comfort YouTuber while your fingers idly twist the screws on your PC tower. A bad habit you couldn't seem to break. A bit of loneliness welling up in your chest as you watch him and another YouTuber vlog their day, mind wandering to friendships and failed relationships when your discord pings.

Someone requested to message you. Your friend must be wearing off on you as curiosity gets the better of you as you open the message.

decaydaddy: what color are they?

You scrunch up your nose and for a moment you think he's talking about your nipples, most guys asked that and you think to block him immediately but you hover over his profile. Starlight hair, brooding red eyes and suddenly you're typing back.

you: what?

He sends you a link to your own TikTok with that ridiculous sound your friend begged you to use before he replies again.

decaydaddy: your toes.

decaydaddy: I need to know so I can better imagine your ankles on my shoulders.

decaydaddy: so are they black or white pretty girl?

@decaydaddy because I always write him for you.

#tomura thirst #kitten writes tomura

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writing-rat · 6 months

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Wolf In Heat

Pairings: Tara x Amber

Content Warning: Tara in heat, G!P Amber

Summary: Tara is in heat, Amber helps out

It was a dreadful morning for the omega wolf. Tara had woken up feeling red hot, and sweating constantly. She was whimpering as she was feeling the wetness between her thighs, trapped by Amber’s boxers. She panted as she was soon grabbing her phone but reached into the boxers as well before she was rubbing her clit. She let out a pitiful whine as she was humping against her fingers, momentarily forgetting to text Amber as some pressure was being relieved. Her sweaty top stuck to her skin bothered her so much so she ripped it off.

That’s when she remembered her phone and how she hadn’t contacted her alpha yet as she was quickly sending a text. ‘Alpha. Heat. Help’ she tried to text but failed to send it. She whimpered before she was starting to ring Amber, who was picking up immediately. “Tara?” she asked confused, before she heard the pathetic, little whimpers that the omega made. She knew immediately. “I’m coming over,” she husked out immediately, Tara letting out a mewl. She quickly got up, putting a pair of shorts on deciding a sports bra was a good enough top.

Tara meanwhile was starting to enter a fourth finger in as she was moaning out alpha and Amber at the same time constantly. She was breathing heavily as she switched positions, starting to open her legs wider, and spreading her wetness on the bed below her. That was the sight that Amber saw, thankful she was quick getting here. She immediately pinned the older girl down and growled. “Such a fucking slut,” Amber growled out immediately, grinding her clothed dick against Tara’s wetness, spreading across her shorts. “Look at the mess you made on my shorts,” she tutted out. Tara whimpered. “Need you, please,” Tara then begged, her legs trying to wrap around so she could take off Amber’s shorts. Amber just complied as she tugged them off, her dick hitting Tara’s thigh instantly.

The smallest gasped out in pleasure, her head throwing back as she was whimpering. “Please fuck me like the omega I am. Breed me,” she whined out. Amber tilted her head as she looked, debating. That was at least until she penetrated inside fully and held her hips.

“Such a good little whore,” Amber degraded her. Tara gasped as she was nodding. “Yes, only for you,” she groaned out, feeling how Amber was already being rough and fast inside her. She loved it as she did want to be bred. She had her legs wrapped around the taller girl as she was biting her neck, marking it all over. Amber grunted and growled as she was breeding into Tara before she pulled out.

“All fours now,” Amber demanded, to which Tara quickly obeyed and opened her legs up fully so she could be bred easier.

That’s when Amber mounted her like a dog and was starting to thrust inside, being rough and hard while breathing heavily. One hand rubbed her clit while the other grabbed Tara’s neck, pushing it down then choking her which Tara loved. Sure, she got drool on Amber’s hand but Amber wasn’t bothered by that luckily. She was just bothered by using her omega as she was growling in her ear. “My slutty, little omega,” she spoke, each word followed by a even harder thrust. Tara was whining but nodded as she was loving how she was treated. It made her feel degraded, which turned her on more. Amber could feel her get increasingly wetter.

“Awww, does little omega like this? The degradation turning you on more?” Amber growled out as she was groping her chest roughly, her hand leaving her neck and rubbing at her clit as she was biting all over her neck and shoulders. “Yes alpha,” she whimpered out. “Please, need you. Needa cum,” Tara begged out. Amber thought about not letting her cum but since she was in heat she dcided she could.

“Yes you may,” she growled out. Tara immediately came as Amber kept fucking inside of her. Amber growled as she felt herself get close.

“I’m going to cum inside of you. Want the knot bitch?” Amber asked in her ear, nipping her lobe as she was thrusting harder and faster, rubbing and groping her harder. “Please alpha, need the knot,” Tara whimpered out, subconsciously grinding against the fingers as she felt herself cum again. Amber smirked as she soon came, and was pushing the knot inside. Tara whimpered in pain but once it was inside, she knew she would be ok. It took a few more efforts but the knot was soon inside as Amber was thrusting in still, letting all her cum out as she was doing short, rapid thrusts like a rabbit. Tara panted.

Once Amber was done, she slowly stopped and held Tara, knowing they would be stuck for quite a bit. She kissed her forehead. “Want me to stay the whole week?” Amber hummed out, knowing the answer already. “Please,” Tara whimpered out. She knew she would feel the heat again after 4 hours as she was nuzzled up to Amber. “Can we watch some movies now?” Tara then asked.

Amber nodded, knowing it would be a good week. Cuddles, movies and sex.

#tamber #tamber smut #ratboy writing

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ritual-unions · 8 months

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My Mind's Aflame

Part Two of Wolf Like Me: read the other parts here

Pairing: Ubbe x OFC

Summary: Ubbe worries over the future of his family, only to find that his mother, Aslaug, has been laying down plans of her own for him, involving a marriage pact to a certain princess of Sweden who wants nothing to do with him.

Settings: Kattegat, pre-season 4b, maybe by a month, before Bjorn leaves for the Mediterranean.

Word Count: 2,800

Warnings: none, just a "meet-cute", introductions to new characters and the resulting family squabbling.

The Great Hall is a wild ruckus in celebration of Winter’s end. The taste of Spring is sweet on everyone’s lips as they listen to tales from friends they have not seen in months or years, some even meeting for the first time. Ubbe indulges in the view he has from this corner of the long hall. From here he is able to see without being seen. Here he can talk to Bjorn in earnest.

“I would be cautious with King Harald,” Ubbe muses as he sits back in his seat, appraising the gregarious king across the hall. It is the second night of feasting after the king’s arrival and Harald Finehair and his men will eat Ubbe and his family out of hearth and home before the full thaw.

Ubbe glances at his mother, whose warm eyes greet him across the hall and with a knowing smile she soothes his internal worries. Aslaug has overseen the house for many years without misstep. He will not start questioning her now.

Bjorn sighs heavily at Ubbe’s attentive forethought - he too has the same nagging notion hidden at the back of his mind. “What am I to do? He has many men and considerable gold to offer. I cannot deny him passage on this voyage because of caution,” Bjorn sneers, face contorting as if mocking Ubbe’s advice.

He shrugs his shoulders. Bjorn is always querulous any time he offers advice and he is not in the mood however to bicker, turning instead to accept the cup of ale from Hvitserk.

Hvitserk’s eyes follow his brothers’ pointed gaze at King Harald.

“He is already spreading rumors,” Hvitserk husks against the rim of his cup.

“About what?” Bjorn demands. Their older brother cannot fathom the idea that anyone would have anything negative to say about him.

Ubbe and Hvitserk chortle in response to his sudden self-consciousness. Refusing to acknowledge their oldest brother’s demanding inquiry, they turn their heads into one another as they laugh, eyes sparkling in shared mischief.

“Ah,” Bjorn growls in frustration, with a dismissive wave a his hand in their direction, he lets go of his ire. “I wouldn’t worry about mine, Ubbe. It is your sister that should have your attention.”

Ubbe scoffs in disbelief though his gaze automatically scans the hall in search of his twin, just to be certain she is safe. Her back is turned to him, but she is there, near the hearth fire that blazes bright, with her long flaxen hair tumbling over the russet fox pellets he gifted her during Yul. Hati, the crossbred wolf-dog, is not at Ylva’s heels as she had been trained, instead she roams mindlessly, sniffing the boots of the men near Ylva.

Skoll, Hati’s littermate, relaxes languidly at Ubbe’s sprawled legs, golden eyes watching the inhabitants of the hall with acute interest. Ubbe’s tongue clicks in irritation at his sister’s lack of mastery over her beast.

“There isn’t a king or jarl here with a son who hasn’t asked for her hand.” Bjorn goads when he senses Ubbe’s rising indignation. Ubbe’s brows crease as he shoots his oldest brother a look of disbelief, causing Bjorn to have a laugh of his own.

“It’s not possible,” Ubbe denies with a shake of his head. “She is too young.”

Bjorn howls out a booming laugh. “And you?” Bjorn points in Ubbe’s direction. “Are you too young to have a woman?”

Ubbe’s head swivels to take in Hvitserk’s reaction to Bjorn’s proclamation. “Hvitserk,” he pleads out his little brother’s name, hoping he will be the one to quell his worries. Hvitserk instead drowns his answer in his cup.

“She is a woman grown.�� Bjorn softens to the panic rising in Ubbe’s face. “You’ll have to do something with her, and soon.”

Their eyes simultaneously travel back to their sister. She is talking to some man Ubbe does not recognize with a ruddy beard and blue markings that swirl up his neck and around his ears. She laughs when he replies with a cheeky smile and sparkling eyes. Hati, the damned dog, responds to her master’s enthusiasm with a soft lick of her tongue on the man’s hand.

The throaty growl emanating out of Skoll echoes Ubbe’s own bubbling sense of protectiveness for his twin sister. Not for the first time he wishes Ragnar was here. It isn’t supposed to be his job to find a match for his sister. He does not want to be responsible for her future happiness.

He sighs in resignation to the idea, his head rolls back in annoyance while Bjorn and Hvitserk share a chuckle at his expense. Irritated, he motions to a passing thrall to refill his cup. He will need a lot more liquor if he is going to be able to get behind the idea of bartering off his twin sister like some kind of prized heifer.

“Who?” Ubbe utters in defeat.

“Who what?” Bjorn mumbles into the rim of his cup, eyeing a pretty woman as she passes.

“Who is interested in Ylva?” Ubbe snaps, annoyed he even has to say such words out loud.

Bjorn purrs in feigned contemplation to Ubbe’s request, fingers drumming against his chin as he scans the Great Hall. “Everyone!” Bjorn hoots loudly at his brother’s expense.

Ubbe jerks up, standing, no longer able to deal with Bjorn’s taunting attitude when it comes to his sister. He will search out his mother instead if he is to come to any rational decision.

“Wait, wait.” Bjorn tugs at Ubbe’s elbow. “It is true, every man here is interested in our sweet Ylva. It’s not a matter of choosing the right man for her but who can offer the most-” Bjorn hesitates, drinking in Ubbe’s attentiveness, wondering how he will respond to his next words - “advantage. An alliance.”

“Ylva would never agree to that,” Hvitserk mumbles, his eyes caught on Ylva as she flits around the room, entrapping any man who meets her gaze. Ubbe bares his teeth at the idea of trying to force Ylva’s hand anywhere but where she pleases. She is as stubborn as the rest of them.

Bjorn stands, seemingly bored with the conversation. Stretched out tall he catches the attention of King Harald who calls out his name.

“Bjorn Ironside! Come sit with us. We will talk of our time in Frankia.”

Bjorn glances at his brother one last time, resting his hand on his shoulder in hopes of easing the tension.

“We all have difficult choices to make, Ubbe. There is no promise for happiness. You will make the right decision, whatever it is.”

Ubbe rolls his eyes at his brother’s vain attempt of encouragement, muttering a half recognition of thanks as Bjorn disappears behind the wall of enthralled men that surrounded King Harald Finehair.

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He takes to pacing the length of the hall, hearing but not listening to the mindless chatter of its drunk inhabitants as he prowls the room. He is half hoping to find his sister, if only to place a protective arm around her shoulder.

“Ubbe,” his name sounds behind him. He turns to find his mother’s gaze almost level with his. Her cat-like eyes search his face lovingly. He cannot help but smile back at her.

“Ubbe, this is King Anund of Sweden.” Aslaug motions to the portly man hovering at her shoulder. Ubbe offers a brief bow of acknowledgment.

“And my daughter, Eir.” King Anund continues without prelude, flicking his wrist at the golden haired beauty that hides beside her father.

Ubbe’s gaze darts conspiratorially between the three figures before him, stopping on his mother to give her an exasperated look. He has been attempting to match his sister without her consent all the while his mother is doing the same behind his back.

Eir’s eyes narrow in Ubbe’s direction as she recognizes him from the day before. “But you are the kennel master,” she exclaims angrily as if he should not even be allowed to be in the room as all these royal dignitaries.

“Eir, my sweet daughter,” Anund laughs heartily, placing a hand on her shoulder as if to calm her outburst, his gaze turning to Aslaug in feign apology. “This is Ubbe, son of King Ragnar Lothbrok. Be kind, greet him as such.”

Ubbe cannot help the coy smiles that spreads across his mouth as he drinks in the dark green eyes of Eir for a moment before leaning in for a brief kiss on either side of her face. Her round cheeks blush at his intimacy.

“Eir,” her name slips like honey off of his tongue, deepening her blush. He hadn’t thought to see her again, not with all the new ships arriving daily, yet here she is, part of a scheme neither of them have control over. It is no wonder she wanted to scream. He too feels a tickling sense building up at the base of his chest. Eir quickly steps away from him, blatantly turning her cheek to look anywhere but at him.

Silence falls over the group suddenly, neither knowing what to say. Here is your wife. Here is your husband. Now kiss and be on with your lives.

Ever the diplomat, Aslaug carries on the conversation without a hitch.

“Eir is interested in falconry.” Aslaug turns to Ubbe, patiently awaiting his response. She expects him to respond, as she has raised him to do. Foul moods and aggravated words are saved until they are behind closed doors. You are the son of a king, she would whisper at night, you will hold yourself accountable for your actions. Such words have never been shared with Ivar or listened to by Sigurd, Hvitserk only remembering after his knuckles are bloody and his chest is heaving, but Ubbe has always tried to make his mother proud.

His pulse races as he tries to be the man she raised him to be.

A terse smile graces Ubbe’s lips after a moment's hesitation.

He does not want to play this game with his mother but he does not know how to leave the conversation without being rude so he asks, hoping to see Eir blush once more, “do you enjoy hunting, Eir?”

“No,” Eir replies without missing a beat. Ubbe can not help but guffaw at her response. There will be no more blushing on her part. Eir is as exasperated with her father as he is with his mother.

“What is it that interests you?” Ubbe ponders with a tilt of his head, genuinely interested with her answer. She surprises him every time she opens her mouth, and he is unsure if she is a petulant child or a princess tired of her title. Possibly both.

“I am interested in the freedom of such animals,” she announces, her eyes suggestively traveling to the wolf-dog obediently perched at Ubbe’s heels.

Ubbe licks his lips, hungry to debate with the minx before him when her father rouses himself enough to tug at his daughter’s arm.

“Ah, yes, well it was nice to meet Prince Ubbe. We will see you,” King Anund announces before stepping away.

Ubbe laughs as his mother’s eyes cut across his face, annoyance dripping off her sharp features.

“We are surrounded by enemies, Ubbe.” She warns, voice low as her gaze flickers over to King Harald and his men, her stepson cozied up next to them. “We must make alliances where we can, to protect ourselves against those who threaten us.”

Ubbe hums in agreement, watching as Ylva sits across from one King Harald’s many sons.

“And Ylva?” Ubbe murmurs his sister’s name, worried that if he says her name too loudly she too will be gifted the same curse as him.

Betrothal.

“We must all make sacrifices.” Aslaug notes as her hand runs the length of Skoll’s dark head, scratching behind his ear. “Come, meet the Jarl of Lade and his son. They provide Harald with many ships but I believe our sweet Ylva can curry their favor.”

Ubbe’s lip twitches in agitation at the hand he has been dealt. Until today he had imagined his sister as the sweet girl that had followed at his heels no matter how hard he tried to shake her shadow. Now he is being forced to sell her off to the highest bidder. He sighs heavily through his nose. Being a son of Ragnar Lothbrok weighs heavy on his shoulders but he is starting to realize being the only daughter is even more cumbersome.

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Ubbe’s jaw works itself, grinding his teeth, as he contemplates the boy before him.

Straw blond hair curls around Vikar’s neck, unkempt and dirty. Dark tattoos swirl across his collarbone and down the open cut of his shirt, though he has fought no battles, or won any glory to deserve such markings. He looks no older than Sigurd with his face clean of any hair besides the sparsely grown mustache. His eyes are bright with hunger, eager for power.

This is not who Ubbe imagines for his sister, though he is unsure if he has ever given it more than a moment’s brief thought, he knows in his gut Ylva will not approve.

“I have heard many stories of the daughter of Ragnar Lothbrok and for many years I have held a deep affection for your sister and her famed wit,” Víkar replies solemnly, his head titled in a slight bow. Ubbe sneers, lip pulling in disgust at the boy’s pious act. He should leave that to the monks at Lindisfarne.

How could this boy hold affection for someone he has never spent more than a moment with? The sound of dissent that rumbles out of the back of Ubbe’s throat is muffled by Aslaug’s soft murmurs of encouragement to the young man. She is enthralled by anyone who holds her daughter in such high regard.

Sveinne, the Jarl of Lade, grins at his son’s pointed response. “Víkar was entrapped by Ylva the moment he laid eyes on her. He told me such when we entered your great hall and met the lovely girl.”

Ubbe cannot help but roll his eyes at this father-son act they are playing at. “She has always been stubborn, willful. Not afraid to speak her mind,” Ubbe counters, with a shake of his head. He cannot help but think of all the mischief she has conjured up over the years.

“Ubbe,” Aslaug warns. He ignores her, leveling his gaze with Víkar. Ubbe’s patience for such ridiculous and pompous conversation is left somewhere with King Anund and his daughter, Eir. He is determined to know if this boy is fit for a life long relationship with his wiry sister.

“She once cut the balls off a man who scorned her,” Ubbe says, lowering his voice. Stepping forward, Ubbe scowls when Vikar laughs in disbelief. “She chewed them out with her own teeth as her shieldmaidens held him down. He screamed, but Ylva would not stop -”

“Ubbe,” Aslaug warns lowly but he ignores her. He does not like this boy.

“They say his screams could be heard all the way to the top of Scar Mountain.”

Vikar shakes his head, glancing briefly at his father, uncertain if he should listen to Ubbe’s madness.

“But I think not.” Ubbe smiles at Vikar. “I was at the Big Meadow that day and all I could hear was that of a squealing pig. It is not possible they could hear him at the top of a mountain pass.” Ubbe laughs at the ridiculousness of the claim. He can see Hvitserk out of the corner of his eye and he motions him over. “Brother, tell Vikar how Ylva castrated that man.”

Hvitserk laughs heartily, leaning in to Ubbe for support, as if the mere thought of the story will knock him off his feet. “Oh yes, the problem is Ylva’s shieldmaidens, or was it Hati? I cannot remember, but -”

“Hvitserk.” Aslaug’s tone is sharp, halting Hvitserk’s babbling. Hvitserk glances briefly at Ubbe, wondering if they should continue pestering the boy before them. Ubbe shakes his head. It is enough, the boy is at least confused to not know if the story is true or not. He will think twice before raising a hand toward her.

“Ubbe, go find Sigurd.” His mother’s voice is soft but he can sense the anger lingering behind her words. “Have him play the lute for us all. Jarl Sveinne and I can discuss things more.” Aslaug’s warm hand on his shoulder gives a soft squeeze of warning.

She kisses his cheek when he nods his head. “Behave yourself,” she whispers in his ear. “I promise I have Ylva’s best interest in mind.”

Ubbe’s lip twitches, he does not want to be dismissed so quickly. He wants to watch and hear exactly what Vikar’s intentions are for Ylva but he knows he has worn his mother’s patience too thin to be allowed the privilege.

Bowing his head in departure to Jarl Sveinne, Ubbe snaps his fingers and Skoll, hastily heeds to him, following at his heels. He mumbles out a soft praise, stroking Skoll’s head in appreciation.

Eir is across the hall, her green eyes appraising him with scorn. He offers her a half smile, in hopes that she might even return her own grin but unimpressed by his attempt at peace Eir turns her back on him in a sassy flash of attitude. He clicks his tongue. Neither he, nor Ylva, would be receiving a perfect match.

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#vikings fanfiction #ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe fanfiction #ubbe x oc #Ubbe x Eir #ubbe #ubbe imagine #vikings imagine

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almacambiondaughterofsaleos · 24 days

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One thing that bothers me about hb and hh so much is the designs. No, not because they're awful and all look the same - it's because of the why that we do not get.

Why did Angel turn into a spider? Why is Alastor a "deer" when he's got hardly any deer motif besides the ears, the badly drawn antlers? Why is Husk a cat with wings? Why is Vox a screen? How did any of this happen? What decides what a sinner looks like in hell?

If the sinner's forms would at least align with what killed them or something, that'd make sense.

If it's blood relation it would explain why Angel's entire family is spiders but it does not explain why Cherri Bomb and Niffty are both cyclops unless they are distant cousins?

Having a cast of many different characters can work but there seems to be no established rules at all about the sinners. Why are some just animals and others fantasy creatures? Is every sinner their own species? Is there no racism among them?

Even the established hellborn species are inconsistent and I just don't understand the point. Why does Moxxie have legs like that but no one else? Why it Blitzo's head like that but no one else's? Why do all hellhounds look so vastly different from each other, like, why is Loona a wolf but a majority of the background hellhounds are literal anthro dogs? Are there subspecies? Are hellhounds bred like earth dogs? If yes, that has some messed up implications.

Yeah.

#helluva boss #vivziepop critical #helluva boss critical #vivziepop criticism #vivziepop #helluva boss criticism #anti-vivziepop #helluva boss critique #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel critical

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uninformedartist · 1 year

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Vivz should’ve just made the poc characters have a non human face/body (like vox and husk). Demons with little to no human features are more creative and they can be in any race.

Actually that's a brilliant take anon it would've been more creative and less controversial, but as we see Viv's characters in her world of hell make no sense when looking closer. Why are some humanoid (like Charlie, Vaggie) and others are furry characters (like Husk, Angel) or half furry/humanoid (like Alastor and Val in some capacity) or objects (like why does Vox get "reincarnated" in hell with a tv head) and lastly mythology (why is niffty and Cherri a cyclops I presume). The designs for all these characters make no logical sense and even less that they in the same world together especially considering the world,when I think hell I don't see characters like hazbin as a 1st thought.

They are just bunch of OCs stuffed into a setting. Viv had these characters for many years, since her high school days actually, one can consider them her little OC children that she adores very much. Problem is they are all so different and can't really co- exist in the same universe together. I won't go into all the past projects of Viv but she drew these OCs like Angel etc and tried to put them all together many times but eventually struck gold with world setting of hazbin, its hell after all isn't it, it doesn't need to make sense what happens in it*proceeds to toss all demonology out the window* . Anyhow, these characters really have no business interacting with one another but its Viv's wee children, hazbin hotel is just the setting to which she can see all her wonderful OCs "play" together, the setting they in could've been anything really. Why may criticize Loona in helluva for looking like she doesn't belong in that world, she not a hell hound she's a furry wolf and if you know Viv she LOVES drawing them/sparkle dogs so of course she'll throw Loona's design in helluva. It was never about logic, creativity (she rarely changes her character designs/ recycles designs elements so much) or world building Viv just wants to see her OCs she clings so desperately to interact with one another in whatever fantasy/ world setting. And lastly if controversy comes up on one of them like Alastor, ah a quick fix is to make him 😌diverse😌 or slap on diversity to be inclusive when in design execution oof its far from it. This is just my findings of seeing Viv's work and how she is as an artist/person for well over a decade now so take this with a grain of salt.

#vivziepop critical #hazbin hotel critique #character design criticism #helluva boss critical #anon answered #ty anon for this question really good point.

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supersilverneos · 8 months

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dog / canine themed neopronouns.

🐶 woof/woofs/woofself

🐶 pup/pups/pupself

🐶 bark/barks/barkself

🐶 howl/howls/howlself

🐶 ruff/ruffs/ruffself

🐶 wolf/wolfs/wolfself

🐶 hound/hounds/houndself

🐶 mutt/mutts/muttself

🐶 poodle/poodles/poodleself

🐶 corgi/corgis/corgiself

🐶 fetch/fetchs/fetchself

🐶 growl/growls/growlself

�� snarl/snarls/snarlself

🐶 labra/doodle/labras/doodles/labradoodleself

🐶 husk/husky/husks/huskys/huskyself

🐶 shiba/inu/shibas/inus/shibaself or inuself

🐶 claw/claws/clawself

🐶 hy/hyena/hys/hyenas/hyenaself

🐶 coy/coyote/coys/coyotes/coyoteself

🐶 den/dens/denself

🐶 bull/dog/bulls/dogs/bulldogself

🐶 pug/pugs/pugself

🐶 mala/mute/malas/mutes/malamuteself

🐶 collie/collies/collieself

🐶 rott/weiler/rotts/weilers/rottweilerself

🐶 chow/chows/chowself

🐶 span/spaniel/spans/spaniels/spanielself

🐶 terrier/terriers/terrierself

🐶 pit/bull/pits/bulls/pitbullself

🐶 dal/matian/dals/matians/dalmatianself

🐶 gold/golden/golds/goldens/goldenself

🐶 trick/tricks/trickself

🐶 canine/canines/canineself

🐶 bite/bites/biteself

🐶 fox/foxs/foxself

🐶 jackal/jackals/jackalself

🐶 dingo/dingos/dingoself

🐶 fen/fennec/fens/fennecs/fennecself

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celestiall0tus · 3 months

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Do you watch Hazbin Hotel? Which miraculouses do you think each character would have?

Alright, I was waiting until the show was released so I could do this properly.

Charlie - Dog of Love

Vaggie - Turtle of Protection

Alastor - Fox of Deception or Spider of Betrayal. A little torn between the two.

Angel Dust - Goat of Revelry

Niffty - Monkey of Delight

Husk - Swan of Soul

Lucifer - Chameleon of Imagination

Vox - Bat of Fear

Velvette - Wolf of Intuition

Valentino - Rooster of Animosity

Sir Pentious - Ox of Determination

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zeldaseyebrows · 1 year

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Chapter 3 of the Mushroom Risotto Incident is out!

In this final chapter, there’s a lot of talking about feelings, tender banging, happy endings, and Link and Zelda might adopt a dog together. (also it’s very rated E so please read at your own discretion). I hope you enjoy!

Here’s a little excerpt:

“So, I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” Link says during a lull of their conversation in a tone that tries but miserably fails to come across as casual. “When you said that you watched over me during my journey, how closely did you watch me?”

Fuck, Zelda thinks eloquently. Fuckity fuck fuck.

The risotto settles heavy in her stomach like Daruk’s terrifying signature rockin’ rock roast. A cold wind sneaks through the clearing, making the fire shake and spark, sinking sharp into her bones. Far away, a wolf howls. Smoke blows into Zelda’s face, but she can’t even blink it away. No words come to her and her lips stay pressed together. She’s frozen.

When she doesn’t respond, Link’s eyebrows raise in a sharp jerk. “Zelda? You didn’t have to see everything, right?”

Why has he waited this long? It’s been a whole year! How has he waited to ask me for an entire bloody year?! Oh goddess, I should tell him. I can’t lie to him now; it’s selfish. It would upset him for me not to tell him. Even if he hates me, he deserves to know the truth.

Zelda finally wrenches open her mouth and responds, “Do you truly want to know?”

Link’s face drains as white as leviathan bones.

Back before he died, when Link would get upset or flustered, he would clam up and shut down. But now he’s changed and tries his best to communicate with her.

Link valiantly attempts to ask the question, but the words keep sticking in his throat, caught in the struggle. “Did you- I mean, everything? All of it? Like when I, er, went to the bathroom and stuff? You didn’t have to see that, right?”

He can’t bring himself to meet her eyes.

I have to tell him.

“I tried to look away as much as I could,” Zelda says.

Link covers his face.

“Did you see me that night?” His voice comes out low and strained between his fingers. “The mushroom risotto night?”

I’m finally going to tell him.

“Yes. I did.”

With a sharp exhale, Link manages to ask, “Did you hear me?”

“Yes.”

Link’s face seems to have melded with his knees.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, shaky and muffled. “Oh god, Zelda, I’m sorry.”

For a brief moment, Zelda doesn’t know if he’s crying, but then Link raises his head enough to speak and relief hits her that he’s not. But the pain and guilt in his eyes may be even worse than tears.

“I don’t know what to say to you,” Link whispers, still unable to meet her eyes. “You should hate me. How are you still so nice to me? How did you let me hug you and touch you after seeing that? Oh goddesses, we sleep together every night, and I– I’m so sorry. I care about you so much; I respect you so much. I know it must not seem like it, and you have every right to think that. But you mean everything to me, and I ruined it because I’m a disgusting pervert and I don’t know why I– I’m just so sorry, Zelda. I’m so, so sorry.”

It’s the exact same way she’s been feeling. Guilt swirling around her like tendrils of malice, holding her away from him, choking and smothering her. The terror and knowledge of ruining something good and pure, turning it into some desiccated guardian husk rusting on some crumbling stone.

Zelda can’t bear for Link to take on her guilt, to share that same sick poison that has infected her for over a year even for a moment.

“No, Link, it’s not your fault,” Zelda says. “It’s my fault. I tried to look away and give you privacy like usual– I never watched you do anything private when I could help it, I swear to you– but I couldn’t look away that time. Sometimes that happened when you would think about me…”

Link makes a small, pained sound.

“…Oh, I suppose that makes sense now. Were you, er, thinking about me for the entire duration?”

Link buries his face in his knees again. A strangled, “Yes,” ekes out.

#The Mushroom Risotto Incident #zelink #zelink fanfiction #botw #tloz #my fic #breath of the wild #the zombie apocalypse AU is going to be published next and I'm hyped

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bradsmindbrain · 1 year

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Fluff with Jack in his werewolf form please please please

Fetch

Summary: Jack’s always been like a dog, especially when the moon is full. Ted finds it adorable.

TW: None

Jack’s furry form was curled up in Ted’s arms, giving low, happy whines as Ted stroked his head and down his back as they sat on Ted’s bed. It was one of those nights again, a night of the full moon when Jack needed him. But tonight, unlike most nights, Jack was more interested in staying with him than prowling the Everglades.

Jack nuzzled into his chest, and the fur covering his body would have tickled if he hadn’t been made of plants. Jack was… often terrified of this part of himself, a part he couldn’t control, something sharp and monstrous. But Ted never saw him like that, couldn’t see him like that. He would always be Jack to him, would always be the best thing that ever happened to him since he became… this.

Jack’s claws were entangled with the vines covering his body, but he didn’t try to struggle out of them, Ted knew he didn’t see him as a threat, not like this, not ever. He had initially worried that Jack would have seen him as a threat when he was like this, worried that his touch would have reduced him to a charred husk like it had so many others. But it seemed that somewhere, deep down, Jack’s mind remained, still seeing him as Ted, as a friend.

Without warning, Jack’s ears perked up and he leapt away, barreling out through the opening of the hut. Ted quickly got up, chasing after him. He didn’t know what Jack had sensed to make him do that, a hunter maybe? Possibly a monster? He prepared himself for whatever was outside, and exited.

To his surprise, there was nothing outside, just Jack running in circles and howling. Ted grumbled out a laugh, he had completely forgotten about this! It had been ages since he had last seen Jack do this, let alone in his wolf form. Jack… had the zoomies. This had happened on a handful of occasions, normally when Jack was human, and it had always been amusing then, seeing Jack charge around the hut, a smile on his face. Now, seeing Jack running around on all fours, barking, and tongue hanging out, it made the similarities all the more obvious.

It was cute, seeing Jack running in circles, chasing his own tail so to speak. For as much Jack thought he was a monster, he didn’t really pose much of a threat to anyone who didn’t hurt him, in many ways, he was more like an animal like this. He watched as Jack picked up a large stick, running over to Ted with it and dropping it in front of him. He practically giggled in response, seeing Jack look up at him with big, intent eyes.

He slowly picked the stick up, before throwing it across the strip of land his hut was situated on, and Jack eagerly charged after it. After a moment, Jack had come back, the stick back in his mouth before he once again dropped it at Ted’s feet. Ted picked it up before repeating his previous action, and Jack once again ran after it.

They repeated that for what felt like hours, until Jack sat down and curled up in a ball, closing his eyes. It was obvious Jack had exhausted himself, and Ted’s tendrils shifted to give a soft expression, it was probably good to help him deal with all of that pent-up energy. He gently scooped Jack up, cradling him in his arms as he went inside. He sat down on his bed, making it creak under his weight. Jack nuzzled into his chest, legs kicking in his sleep. He absentmindedly threaded his oversized digits through Jack’s lengthened hair, the lycanthrope giving affectionate puffs as he did so.

It was just him and Jack, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He watched as Jack shifted and curled in and out in his arms, it was soft, cute. Ted loved Jack, all of him, even this part. He placed his head over Jack’s, tendrils wrapping around the smaller man’s shoulders. They sat like that for a while, Jack wrapped in his embrace, him enveloping Jack.

Soon, Jack’s fur began to fall out, disappearing without a trace when it did. His claws retracted, his fangs shrunk, and his now broad form pushed itself back inwards, leaving Jack’s human form asleep in his arms. He gently played with Jack’s hair until the lycanthrope’s eyes opened and he gave that goofy smile Ted had become so fond of over their years together. Jack would never be a monster, not to him.

#werewolf by night #wwbn #wbn #jack russell #ted sallis #man thing #marvel #mcu #russallis #my stuff #prompts

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scattered-winter · 11 months

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also for your oc ask game: !! i am very curious about your creatures/monsters!

I'll tell u abt some things from a vague fantasy concept I have !! I actually originally came up with these creature concepts to fit in with a fantasy au from an existing fandom + characters but I ended up liking them so much that I've started developing the worldbuilding itself separate from the au so I can eventually fit it into one of my oc stories <3 as of right now I don't actually have any ocs for this particular story setting BUT I have the world ready for ocs pretty much at any time so as soon as I think of them I'll have a whole story pretty much ready <33

so first: the cats <3

they're like. large cats (lions, leopards, tigers, etc) except they're BIG. like. tryna think of a good comparison but if you've seen the legend of korra, they're about as big as naga, the polar bear dog

speaking technically, there are breeds of giant cat that are pretty much really, really big housecats that civilians have in their households (usually to pull wagons or lift things, or sometimes they're just pets) but the cats I like to talk about are the slightly wild ones (lions, tigers, etc). they're the oldest species of giant cat, and all the domesticated ones are their descendants (like a wolf + dog situation) and they're the biggest and most dangerous. additionally, they're intrinsically linked to knights because as part of their training, a knight will choose a kitten (about the size of a small golden retriever <3) to become his battle companion for life. he will raise the cat and train it, and they will have a mystical bond that ties them together in ways most people can't even imagine. they can sense each other's emotions, and it's like. a tether . sorta tying them together. if a knight has a partner or kids or anyone he's particularly close to, the cat will sort of psuedo-bond with them (there isn't really an actual Bond but the cat will protect them like they were the knight himself) and if either the knight or the cat dies, the tether snaps, and losing a cat is considered one of the absolute worst tragedies that could happen because it's like losing a part of yourself. if a knight loses a cat he is able to get a new one, but a lot of knights don't do it because it's too painful to reopen the bond. and if a cat loses his knight, usually the pain of the severed bond drives them completely feral and they need to be taken down, or released into the wild unless the knight had family who could take care of it instead.

royal families also traditionally have cats, but they're more of a sign of status than an actual battle companion/steed. but since I love knights so much (not a secret to anyone who's been here for a while) I figured this worldbuilding would probably be centered around knights and their cats because <333333333

and I'll also talk about the hound!!! I've touched on it before on my blog but couldn't find the posts alas, so I'll try to sum everything up:

basically, the hound is an ancient eldritch horror that haunts the darkest corners of the world. it's passed into legend and so stories have spread, and so people will say it's a giant wolf, or a dragon dog, or a bunch of other things, but none of them are actually right. it isn't even organic matter!! it's basically a cocktail of dark spells and curses and black magic all compressed together like a neutron star and it takes the form of a giant shadowy dog. it has huge teeth and claws that can retract like a cat, and their full length is about a foot and a half long, and its claws and teeth also infect anyone who is bitten/scratched with death magic that slowly leeches away at their life force until they basically become a husk. like a zombie except it answers only to the hound. the husks are relatively easy to kill, but they can also spread the death magic infection to others, so if left unchecked it could be a major fucking problem. however if the hound kills its prey, they won't like. resurrect as a husk or anything. they have to be alive to be infected. back in the day the hound's handlers (the wizards who created it) would send it after their enemies, and the hound would track them all the way across the continent, and probably even across oceans too. it's manifested by shadows so it only shows up at night, but it will constantly track its prey until its dead. nowadays though, the hound has been around for thousands of years (long enough that it's more legend than anything else) and its handlers (the successors of the creators) don't really have a lot of information about what that thing really is. a lot of it was lost over the ages in what's basically a game of telephone, and each new generation of handler had less of an idea of what the hound is, so by now, the handlers have NO idea what theyre really dealing with.

the hound's ONLY weakness is light (life) magic. one of the most fundamental laws of the magic system is that Everything Has An Equal Opposing Force. no matter how powerful the spell is, there will ALWAYS be something equally powerful that can counter it. and each class of magic has an opposite class that can cancel it out. and because the hound is pure dark (death) magic, light magic is the natural opposite, and the only thing that can really stop the hound. unfortunately, light magic is practically extinct, and so if you're being hunted by the hound your only real chance at survival is rediscovering a magic discipline that hasn't been around for centuries <3

(the magic system has a LOT more moving parts but these are the ones that apply to the hound so. <3)

also, the hound has been EVOLVING all this time, so it's even MORE of an unknown. it's literally pure fucking evil, because it's made entirely of evil spells, and it's been programmed to be pure evil, but as time goes on, it starts gaining a bit of sentience. it was created to only follow the orders of its handlers, but as it learns and grows, the hound starts developing free will, and it starts hunting and killing because it loves the thrill of the hunt, not because it was ordered to. and eventually, down the line, it turns on its handlers and is unleashed without anyone holding it back or controlling it. and I figure Plot would happen when the main characters (whoever they are) go out to stop the hound and the potential husk zombie apocalypse but this fantasy story doesn't have any characters yet lmao. I have the worldbuilding and the setting, but it's not populated yet 😔

I've done a shitty little sketch of the thing also:

when it moves it has a sort of. anime flower petal effect except its with little particles of shadow floating off its body <3 also it can stand on its hind legs and when it does, its movements are super stilted and jerky and horror movie-esque, but when it's down on all fours it moves so smoothly and gracefully that it's terrifying in the OTHER direction because it moves like a Peak Predator. <3

ask me abt my original stuff !!

#the hound is one of my fav creations tbh.#i loove the giant cats too but thats just because i want a cat soo badly and im living vicariously by imagining a cat #big enough to ride #but i am first and foremost a lover of fucked up beasts and so the hound is DELIGHTFUL to me <3 #rattle-em-spooky-jones 🦴#ty for asking i was giggling and twirling my hair this entire time <333 teehee

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hrodvitnon · 2 years

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So, I'm mildly curious, what are some yes/no conditions when it comes to some of the common monsters? Like, for me, if a werewolf turns into a mindless murder-obsessed creature on the full moon, that's a no; running on subconscious or actual wolf personality, I can work with that. So, what are some yes/no conditions for the following monsters: werewolf, vampire, dragon, fae, angel, demon, elder god, merfolk, & alien?

*cracks knuckles* Let me get into the ideals of my hypothetical monster boyfriend/girlfriend...

WEREWOLVES!

YES! Must retain full intellectual faculties when In The Fuzz, animalistic instincts only enhancing their natural personalities. Ready to fight to protect should the need to arise, but has a means to manage any prey drive that may come with the transformation (as I have a pet dog). Likes to hold hand as we take walks and then when we get home, fluffy cuddles ensue to warm up from the evening chill.

NO! Brain reduces to basic animal intelligence is a no-go; cannot verbally consent, therefore will not date. If they look at my doggy like she's a tasty treat while In The Fuzz, their ass is out. Also, if the werewolf is a Lon Chaney Jr.-styled humanoid wolfman, I'm not keen on asphyxiation of the not-erotic kind.

VAMPIRES!

YES! Always asks to be invited in because they're polite, even if I give them consent to just come on in. Despite having the suave gothic aristocratic aesthetic, is a sucker (heh) for going into bat form because being wrapped up in a blankie burrito is cozy and adorable. Enjoys going to the library and comparing various editions of old books. If given consent to drink blood should the need arise, will establish a signal to stop drinking so as to prevent anemia and/or death by blood loss

NO! Count Orlok faced plague metaphor vampire is a no-go, also Count Orlok looks like that fucking egghead Solas. Vampires who were turned as a minor and never aged is big No because ew. Non-consenting hypnosis eyes or manipulation. No sucking my body into a desiccated husk like a spider. No recreation of that one scene in Dracula where Mina is traumatically force-fed the blood of the same vampire who killed her best friend; also, no killing and/or turning my best friends into vampires against their will.

DRAGONS!

YES! Big, strong, scaly, intelligent, has a nice house someplace quiet where they can hide their hoard in the big basement... or a castle. Catlike behavior, tends to go a bit tsundere when compared to cat but will not refuse scritches. Often teases about "eating" me. Treasure hoard means financial security. Loud and fire-breathing and ready to defend their territory in a glorious kaiju-sized battle, but at the end of the day will snuggle close until we fall asleep together, covering me with their wings like a blanket.

NO! Literally eats me. Or torches me. Or crushes me. Or drops me from hundreds of feet in the air.

FAE!

YES! ...I'm iffy about the idea of dating one of the fair folk because odds are good it'll end badly, but... may date a fae if there is no trickery involved or if they CLEARLY COMMUNICATE that going on a trip to meet the family in Fae World will or will not result in my returning home and discovering 50 years passed or some shit. I dunno, I feel like the Irish in me is screaming "DO NOT FUCK WITH THE FAIR FOLK FIGURATIVELY OR LITERALLY!"

NO! Lady Isabel and the Elf-Knight situation. Or if I'm used as a Tam Lin-style tithe paid to hell. Or if I return home from a trip to Fae World and 50 years passed while I was gone.

ANGELS!

YES! (At least this would eliminate some occasional existential anxiety for good.) Depending on their place in the celestial hierarchy, they tend to take on A Form One Is Comfortable With so I don't get incinerated by their radiance. Has a naturally comforting presence but won't hesitate to throw hands; often serious but has a great sense of humor. Multiple wings = multiple fluffy blankets for hugs and cuddles. May be bashful... unless they're one of Samyaza's fallen angels. Ayyyy.

NO! How exactly is one meant to comfortably cuddle with flaming intersecting wheels with eyes? So many eyes...

DEMONS!

YES! Not the DOOM kind of demon. They could be a playful imp, a tantalizing succubus, a towering mountain of muscle and horns. Sophisticated as hell, makes plenty of lewd commentary but suddenly turns into a stuttering mess when given genuine affection. Once one has earned their loyalty and trust, they would fight all of heaven and hell for you if asked. An epic tale of the fallen angel turned noble demon receiving forgiveness and love... but still happily spanks your ass when you least expect it.

NO! Demonic possession and all that entails doesn't sound too much fun but that aside, if they go full DOOM and do to my doggy what happened to Daisey, well... may the Lord smile and the Devil have mercy, for I will have none.

ELDER GODS!

YES! I know "Elder God" was specified, but I'd risk a tango with a Deep One... Yig's a Great Old One but I do like snakes... but if we're talking actual Elder Gods, I might be convinced to have a one time thing with Nodens if his "old man" shape is like a beefy silver fox...

NO! Insanity and rapidly diminishing life expectancy is a pretty strong deterrent.

MERFOLK!

YES!

Need I say more?

NO! Don't drag me underwater to drown and eat me and we're good.

ALIENS!

YES!

NO! I don't care how many SFM porn vids I have to dig through for the good shit, I'm not banging anything that looks or sounds like a vorcha.

#Anonymous #monsterfuckery

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moxxiejoestar · 1 year

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Timeline of Moxxie's bizarre adventure

Part 1: WW4 (as known phantom blood)

Stolas ars goetia & tord Larsson = Jonathan·joestar gang

Stella, tom & jet the hawk = William A. Zepelli gang

Octavia, Matt & wave the swallow = Robert E.O. Speedwagon gang

Verosika mayday (with human disguised) & chica = dio brando gang

Part 2: war of fortune city (as known battle tendency)

Husk, loona, vaggie, vortex, nifty, striker, sally acorn, bunnie rabbot, tangle the lemur, whisper the wolf, cream the rabbit, tikal the echidna, charley, barley, Edgar, Vinsmoke S. Haddock, Inspector koichi zenigata & dasuke jigen = joseph·joestar gang (normal universe)

Gruncle stan = Caesar A. Zepelli gang

Sally rouge, tangle rouge, cream the rabbit rouge, rabbot rouge, whisper the wolf rouge & tikal rouge = Elisabeth joestar (Lisa Lisa)

Toy Freddy = AC/DC

Toy Bonnie = wammu

Freddy = kars

Nightmare Freddy = ultimate lifeform kars

Straw hat crew = Smokey brown

part 3: capone crusader (as known stardust crusader)

Alastor the radio demon, Charlie Morningstar, Angeldust, rad (from OK KO), lion-O (from thunder cats roar), cartoon cat, honey the cat, amy rose & sticks the badger = jotaro·kujo gang (normal universe)

Lupin the 3rd = noriaki kakyoin

Roxanne R. Wolf = hol horse

Verosika mayday (without human disguised), toy chica, funtime chica, glamrock mangle, funtime mangle & mangle = DIO gang (normal universe)

Part 4: IMI Uzi gun is unbreakable (as known diamond is unbreakable)

alastoria, male Charlie Morningstar, female Angeldust, Enid (from OK KO), cheetarah (from thunder cat roar), cartoon dog, Jamie rose (male amy rose), male honey the cat & stone the badger (male sticks the badger) = josuke·higashikata gang (part 4)

Female Husk, male loona, male vaggie, female vortex, male nifty, female striker, male sally acorn, male bunnie rabbot, male tangle the lemur, male whisper the wolf, male cream the rabbit, male tikal the echidna, roronora zoro, Go D. Usopp, Tony Tony chopper, Vinsmoke Sanji, franky & sky brook = okuyassu nijimura gang

Alastor the radio demon, Charlie Morningstar, Angeldust, rad (from OK KO), lion-O (from thunder cats roar), cartoon cat, honey the cat, amy rose & sticks the badger = jotaro·kujo gang (part 4)

boozoo (from boozoo's ghost or walten files) = koichi gang

male verosika (without human disguised), foxy, funtime foxy & glamrock foxy = yoshikage kira gang

Part 5: diamond wind (as known golden wind)

sonic the hedgehog, miles "tails" prower, knuckles the echidna, KO & dendy = giorno·giovanna gang

shadow the hedghog & T.K.O = Leonardo abbachio gang

Silver the hedgehog = fugo

Huggy wuggy & kissy missy = mista gang

Dr. Robotnik eggman & lore boxman = Bruno bucciarati

Mario, luigi, wario & waluigi = doppio gang

Boozoo = koichi gang

browser & king boo = diavolo gang

Metal sonic, metal tails & metal knuckles = golden experience gang

Sonic.exe, tails.exe & knuckles.exe = golden experience requiem gang

Browser.exe = king crimson

shadow.exe = moody blues

silver.exe = purple haze

Part 6: golden ocean (as known stone ocean)

Alastor the radio demon, Charlie Morningstar, Angeldust, rad (from OK KO), lion-O (from thunder cats roar), cartoon cat, honey the cat, amy rose & sticks the badger = jotaro·kujo gang (part 6)

Star butterfly, black hat, Dr.freg, knuckie (female knuckles), tailsko (female tails) & sonica the hedgehog (female sonic) = jolyne·cujoh gang

Part 7: steel bullet run (as known steel ball run)

Moxxie, millie, blitzø, rouge the bat, blaze the cat & nicole the lynx = Johnny·joestar gang

Glamrock Freddy = Diego brando gang (normal universe)

Glamrock Freddy = another Diego brando gang (normal universe)

Part 8: moxxion (as known jojolion)

Jenny wakeman = josuke "gappy" higashikata gang (part 8)

Part 9: moxxie mania (as known jojoland)

Alastor the radio demon, Charlie Morningstar, Angeldust, rad (from OK KO), lion-O (from thunder cats roar), cartoon cat, honey the cat, amy rose, sticks the badger, Moxxie, millie, blitzø, rouge the bat, blaze the cat & nicole the lynx = joseph·joestar & jotaro·kujo gang (alternate universe)

Original Alastor the radio demon, original Charlie Morningstar, original Angeldust, original rad (from OK KO), original lion-O (from thunder cats roar), original cartoon cat, original honey the cat, original amy rose, original sticks the badger, original Moxxie, original millie, original blitzø, original rouge the bat, original blaze the cat & original nicole the lynx = another world Diego brando gang (alternate universe)

Alastor the radio demon, Charlie Morningstar, Angeldust, rad (from OK KO), lion-O (from thunder cats roar), cartoon cat, honey the cat, amy rose, sticks the badger, Moxxie, millie, blitzø, rouge the bat, blaze the cat & nicole the lynx = DIO gang (alternate universe but with hazbin hotel & helluva boss version)

Alastor the radio demon, Charlie Morningstar, Angeldust, rad (from OK KO), lion-O (from thunder cats roar), cartoon cat, honey the cat, amy rose, sticks the badger, Moxxie, millie, blitzø, rouge the bat, blaze the cat & nicole the lynx = Diego brando (alternate universe but with sonic version except rad, lion-o & cartoon cat)

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the-berf · 8 months

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Be(a)st Days

New York had been a mistake. Carmy regretted it near enough every day but never for the reason people suspected. Sure, he could have done without the stress, the abuse, the throwing up. But most of all he could have done without being turned into a fucking werewolf. Why Chef had singled him out was beyond him. It was all a bit of a blur, the memory lost between not wanting to remember it and not actually being able to recall it. There was something about being of the same cloth, of Carmy being his successor, of sharpened senses and unparallelled drive. To Carmy it was utter bullshit. All he knew was the pain of the bite and all the shit that came after.

Lycanthropy wasn't quite as the horror stories made it out. Full moons were definitely inconvenient but nowhere near the fabled compulsion to shift. Not once did Carmy go on a rampage through New York though he did get a visit from his landlord after someone complained about hearing a dog howling in his flat.

Rather than help him, Chef goaded him, ground Carmy down until he was nothing more than a burnt cigarette stub under the heel of an expensive shoe. As much as he didn't want to admit it, it did help. The constant war of wanting to retaliate but knowing he couldn't, of being told he was worthless and insignificant, it all helped keep control. Chef's words were poison but it eroded wolf and human at the same time until Carmy was just as apt at muting himself without Chef. Neither human or wolf, he was a husk, nothing more than a puppet that followed orders and ran the kitchen.

Going back to Chicago was another mistake. The absolute control Carmy thought he had wasn't quite as solid as he wanted to believe. Without Chef there to remind him of his place, Carmy snapped and snarled more. He yelled, lost his temper, became territorial of the expo - especially when close to full moon. But nobody was allowed to know. If they found out, Carmy didn't know what would happen and he couldn't risk it.

Quashing it all down, trying to hold back while still using the wolf's superior sense of smell, Carmy struggled. Adrift and alone, he was steadily losing grip of himself. The sleep walking got worse as he tried to keep himself under control. The one time he let himself shift to try and run some of the rage off, he ended up vomiting road kill and had to get flea treatment for his flat.

So things at The Beef got more and more heated, Carmy yelled more, smoked more and itched to just let it rip. The bastardised use of the words Mikey used to say burned. On some nights whenhe couldn't sleep, Carmy wondered whether Mikey had been turned too and that was why everything had gone the way it did.

Hatered for Chef grew with each day and Carmy had never felt more alone. Before Chef bit him he had already been alone but now there was a gnawing sensation of absolute solitude. Something was missing but he didn't know what. Until Syd walked through the doors of The Beef. Carmy's teeth itched to bite and he suddenly understood Chef.

#carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #the bear #the bear fx #the bear hulu #sydney adamu #syd & carmy #werewolf carmy au

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Consider werewolf Murdoc and vampire-wolf Stu raiding a chicken coop; half the chickens will be chewed and the other half strangely ensanguiated. Murdoc is doubtlessly more experienced in these matters; having access to another shape means more opportunities for him to swipe scraps here and there. Since Stu's bigger in any shape, Murdoc will have use his wolfy wiles to get past the fence and let Stu in. All the farmer will find afterward are paw prints in two sizes: some small and others large.

Hi! I'm adding two more asks about this scenario under a read more as they vaguely reference animal death, so just be aware:

Anonymous asked: Werewolf Murdoc eats the ensanguinated husks of vampire Stu's kills; it's a fitting metaphor for their relationship; Murdoc trails after Stu, begging for scraps like a dog and simultaneously helping Stu hide something monstrous while indulging in it along with him. Having someone to eat your leftovers means no waste, and Stu finds it easier to distance himself from his unsavory bloodsucking habits if there's no evidence to haunt him afterward.

Anonymous asked: Werewolf Murdoc catching small animals for vampire Stu is such a delightfully macabre idea. There will be times when Stu refuses to take the blood from whatever unfortunate critter Murdoc caught, so Murdoc will make a messy show of eating it in front of Stu just to get on Stu's nerves. Stu would be sickened, but he would hide his discomfort and try to act tough and tell Murdoc that it'll be Murdoc's job to clean up the mess. Some stains would probably never go away, much like Murdoc himself.

I can't say my stomach doesn't churn the smallest bit at the image of either man hunched over in the dark, half human and half not, consuming the prey they've caught, but that is the very point of the image. The reality becomes something that seems oddly tame, given how bloodied their metaphorical mirror can get. I'd agree that Murdoc does more of the catching and killing or the cleanup of carcasses. Murdoc is a man uniquely equipped to absorb decay into himself, while Stuart is distinctly unsettled by his nature in creating decay. It's a counterintuitive contrast to his zombie roots; I think there is a distance in seeing and celebrating undeath through grotesque fictions, pop culture, an impression of an impression of a handprint without being the bloodied hand himself. The hole you look down without falling in. I don't think that would mean he isn't capable-- I think there is a wealth of selfishness low in Stuart's gut that he can be pushed to indulge-- but that Stuart's shaky footing in his identity becomes more forcefully solidified through his removal of humanity without alleviating him of the self-shaping feeling. Ironically, it's a deeply human tether. Having said all that, I also think it is simply Murdoc's mania that unnerves him, as it always has. The vision of Murdoc, so familiar with carnality, so guiltless in his destruction and consumption. It harkens to the start of their relationship in our timeline, and I think is such an essential backbone that it has to remain present in one form or another. I like what you've said about Murdoc being willing and able to hide the monstrous thing; to take the shadow cast over his face, eyes wild in the darkness like he is the inhuman thing along, all while Stu reaps his own reward from it. It is Murdoc's foulness that gives Stu permission to unchain something alike in himself. The two are never so different as Stuart believes them to be.

Murdoc being a stain that never goes away is a perfect description. In power Murdoc is a scar; in passion Murdoc is a stain.

#anon au

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