#YOU'RE A VERY INTERESTING SPECIMEN

[mistywaves98]

Okay.... but like, consider merman/siren (Not the bird kind of siren.) Scara sinking our ship and eating our crew. But we're a woman disguised as a man because they used to not let women on ships. He only eats men so when he notices we're different he takes an interest in our body, mainly our boobs? I don't know- just a random thought I had while trying to concentrate during biology. Can be read as a drabble/brainrot or a request. Whichever you'd prefer to read it as<3

This is a very interesting concept ngl 😮 also this was not as great as I'd hoped it would come out..

✧･ﾟ:* ->Siren! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: (sort of) NSFW, Just him being entranced by your chest, Nipple sucking, Making out!

✧･ﾟ:* ->Smut written by a minor!

You had just begun to feel like everything was going according to plan until your ship was attacked and your crew disappearing beneath the water, only to resurface as mangled corpses. The water around you was a horrible mix of blood and guts as you clung desperately to a floating piece of board that passed by.

You couldn't see anything beneath you, it was just water that went deeper for miles. Suddenly, a webbed hand shot up behind you and covered your mouth. A shape emerged alongside it and you felt a firm, wet chest against your back. Another arm wrapped around your upper torso as a raspy voice whispered into your ear,"Looks like I missed one.."

You thought this was the end, and didn't even bother to struggle since you knew it was futile. This creature was going to turn you into one of the dismembered bodies that were still somewhere nearby. However, you didn't feel yourself pulled underwater. The hand on your chest suddenly moved, slowly tracing the curve of your breasts through your clothes. You couldn't help but feel embarrassed as the creature you assumed to be male straight up groped you.

Suddenly, you felt sharp nails dig into your shoulders as the webbed hands spun you around, giving you a clear view of your 'attacker'. Slit pupils bore holes into your chest as he studied you with a furrowed expression. There were fins in place of his ears and his indigo hair seemed to flow around him despite being dripping wet. His eyes then darted up to your face, his glare piercing you.

"You...you're not a man." He said in a flat tone. You slowly nodded your head,"You're right, I'm a woman... Aren't you going to eat me?" "Eat you? Don't be an idiot, I don't eat female humans," he scoffed as if it were the most obvious thing in the world,"...especially not such lovely specimens such as yourself..." his voice suddenly dropped an octave and a dark expression came over his face. He leaned in a bit, his nose almost touching yours,"You know that you're trespassing by sailing here, right? That's why I killed your crew as a punishment for disturbing my peace. But I won't kill you, though. I already have an idea of what I'll do to you..." His eyes flickered downwards for a split moment and you blushed in embarrassment as you caught onto his meaning,"O-Oh... Well I suppose I am in the wrong... Punish me as you see fit."

Your top was tugged open, even torn in some places due to the enthusiasm of his claws. His scaly tail curled around your lower body beneath the water to hold you still as he lowered his head down till it was level with those soft mounds now covered in droplets of water. Moans keened from your throat as he hungrily began to suck on your left nipple, pointy teeth grazing the already erect bud, eliciting a soft yelp from you.

Your hands weaved their way into the damp hair on the back of his head, tugging him closer,"Mmm...you're so eager, aren't you my little captain?" He teased with a smirk as he released your nipple with a pop and pulled back a bit. Your hands came down to grasp his shoulders as his hands moved up to toy with your breasts, squeezing and kneading them between his webbed hands. The sensation was strange yet pleasurable at the same time and it left you breathless and flushed in the face.

The siren seemed to notice how you seemed to writhe even more when he occasionally gave your nipples a light pinch,"These are so sensitive... Yet they taste delicious. I want to taste more of you." With that, he dove in and captured your lips in an intense kiss. His hands brought you closer, one holding the back of your head to ensure you didn't pull away. You moaned as you felt his tongue snake its way into your warm mouth. It was so sleek and long, practically choking you with how deep it reached, yet it felt so amazing, you didn't want to pull back.

However, the kiss inevitably ended when you needed to breathe. He licked his lips as he watched you catch your breath, appreciating the sight of your exposed chest heaving with every inhale,"Your mouth tasted even better than I imagined. I bet there's other places that would feel absolutely divine on my tongue...but for now I'm satisfied. But don't think that means I won't be coming back for you." He suddenly scoops you up in his arms and makes his way to the beach nearest to the mainland.

As expected of a siren, you arrive there in a matter of minutes. Once you get close enough, you decide to part ways and swim the rest of the way, but before you go he says,"The name's Scaramouche by the way. Remember it for our future encounters." After that final goodbye, he disappears beneath the water and you vaguely make out a dark shape heading back out to deeper waters. As you sit on the beach, attempting to cover up your torso so it looks somewhat decent, you can't help but think that you'll be venturing to that part of the ocean a bit more often now, but on purpose this time.

#this was harder to write than i thought #how do fish fuck y'all #genshin smut #x reader smut #smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader smut #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader smut #scara smut #scara x reader smut #✧･ﾟ:* meena's memos! ✧･ﾟ:*

[vendetta-ari]

Please, write an x reader about the Vs with an angel reader who they want to win over and who happens to be completely oblivious about their intentions because she is very naïve. Oh, and I would appreciate some fluff! If it's okay, I'd like Vox and Val to have romantic intentions while Velvette has platonic ones (ie: wanting to hang out with reader and show off her work). Of course, this last bit about Velvette is completely up to you! Thank you for reading! <3

my first ask back from hiatus, enjoy my dear anon! I'll be honest, I dont know how to write Valentino in a not smutty or angsty way, so I tried my best, velvette's has implications of her liking you but not dating so???

[SUGGESTIVE AND ITS VALENTINO SO IT DESERVES ITS OWN WARNING THERE]

THE VEE'S X ANGEL READER

Vox

☆ Vox found you during extermination day, you weren't an exterminator- just wanted to visit the bright red place they call hell. 

☆ took an interest in you, more specifically your naivete. he put on his business smile and led you to the vee's tower wanting to “tour hell” with you

☆ Instead he just ended up falling for you harder than he thought

☆ his original plan was to get you to sign your soul off and he'd use you as branding, something like “even angels live voxtek products!!”

☆ but he ended up liking you more than he should've, he thinks your naive and kinda ditzy, he loves it and think its adorable

☆ however, he doesn't let you leave hell, so I suppose you're a fallen angel now.

☆ no matter,  you're with Vox now. you can have everything you ever need and want

☆ And he totally didn't brainwash your brain into thinking that. 

☆ “Just don't ask questions, okay angel?”

Valentino 

~Valentino saw you wandering hell during extermination, you were not killing anyone though.. what the fuck?

~But you, you looked different then the other angles he'd seen.

~He just had to have you,  I mean how could he possibly even resist! it's your fault for looking all dumb and naive like that after all. 

~He grabbed your wrist and threw you into his studio, all the explicit content and nudity made your poor virgin eyes look away and blush.

~ “Aren't you a lovely specimen my dear angel? your so much different then the others I've seen, amorcito~” His voice was tinged with lies but you were just too stupid to notice, weren't you?

~You fell hook, line, and sinker for him. you quickly signed a contract with him, he had you right where he wanted you. while him? well you were..just another worker is all. but soon you started getting popular, in videos like Ditzy angel has their first time!~

~It was all acting anyway, what was the harm in making a few videos?

~You quickly became Val's favorite. He didn't treat you badly, you'd sit on his lap while he'd direct his other workers. He'd treat them so badly though! you couldn't help but feel bad so you often calmed val down by snuggling up to him and wrapping your pretty angelic wings around him.

~Upon your touch he usually shuts up, and wraps his own wings around you too. and he would always be gentle with you. 

Velvette

-Velvette just found you waltzing around hell like it was no big deal, she was confused as hell but intrigued, you were different 

-actually, you were perfect. so she snatched the opportunity while she could.

-She ran up to you, turning up her charm and asking you if you wanted to model for her company

-She showered you with compliments, and it was more like an order and demand rather than her actually asking you.

-no matter, you excitedly agreed. you've always wanted to be a model!

-Your her top model actually,  you got a lot of popularity being an angel after all

-She dresses you up in white and blue, not usually her style but she must admit, it looks great on you!

-You never leave her side, she's very protective of you. I mean there are dangerous people out in hell and “I just wanna keep you safe my angelic dolly!~”

-Any of her advances fly right by you, not even noticing she's flirting with you, she does get pissed about it sometimes but she usually just ends up saying “You're a klutz, my dear angel. and your cute and ditzy and clearly not getting that I'm flirting with you so your clearly my type.”

-you look away from the new dress she bought you “Huh? sorry what'd you say Vel? I got distracted..”

-xoxo, Ari

#hazbin hotel #hazbinhotel #vox x reader #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel vox #vox hazbin hotel #fluff #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel smut #velvette x reader #Valentino x reader

[flowersforchoso]

—Bi-han courting you ᥫ᭡

it's hard to imagine this blizzard of a man ever falling for someone, but he does, and he falls pretty hard when it happens although it's like, an extremely rare occurrence.

it's the classic love-at-first-sight scenario. you're at the restaurant, conversing with madame bo from a distance, when you catch his attention. he likes what he sees, and like the typical man, he discreetly stares until you're out of sight

he doesn't think much about you afterwards, but the seed of attraction has already been planted and soon grows.

somehow, coincidentally, he meets you again at the same place (fate perhaps?) but this time, it's different—you're both face-to-face and introductions ensue.

since the lin kuei trio occasionally unwind at the establishment after a mission, and you're a healer who madame bo often consults, it's no surprise your paths cross

bi-han is laser focused on you as the said woman introduces you to the group, observing you like a specimen: your physicality, mannerisms, demeanour, and finds himself magnetized by your graceful aura

but he doesn't speak to you at all while pleasantries are exchanged, making him the odd one out. however, his assessment of you is positive indicating a romantic interest.

despite the brief interaction, you leave a lasting impression on him and have begun to take up permanent residence in his mind.

but it doesn't end there; he sees you quite often due to your affiliation with the old woman, and each time he does, his heart skips a beat; he's emotionally incapacitated, rendered powerless (proximity to him is the only way anything can happen tbh)

he represses this newfound emotion until he's unable to resist, ultimately surrendering to it. and believe it or not, he makes the first move. surprisingly

i know the consensus is that he's pretty much inexperienced in romantic relationships and hence wouldn't approach, but for a man of his calibre, there's no way he hasn't been in a committed relationship, even if short-lived. moreover, he goes after what he wants, romantic matters are no different; the only issue is it'll take him forever to get to it.

he has to first wrestle with himself over his feelings towards you. and once he overcomes this internal struggle, it'll take your sustained absence to propel him to finally pursue you out of fear that you might slip away from his grasp.

while he won't directly approach you, he communicates his interest via subordinates, which leads to unexpected appearances—a blue-clad ninja at your doorstep bearing gifts

you're very confused, but they explain they've been sent by their grandmaster. it is then you come to the realization that the standoffish, intimidating man you encountered at the restaurant has taken a liking to you! but wait- how does he know where you live? (he's gathered bits of information about you)

in his quest to conquer your heart and claim it as his, he first aims to impress. expect to be bombarded by gifts or flowers every fortnight. he also does this for ego reasons, to flaunt his status before eventually requesting a date—through a mouthpiece, of course.

the occasion is quite awkward, overly formal, with you doing most of the talking because he wants to know all about you like the back of his hand

if you attempt to redirect focus on him to satisfy any curiosity you may have, he basically shuts it down by saying something along the lines of, "i lead a formidable warrior clan, that is sufficient enough." you can't tell if he's just reserved or severely lacking in social skills, but if you peer hard enough, the lines are blurred.

he is actually very mindful of his words and respectful towards you. he is aware of how blunt and abrasive he can come across and doesn't want to scare you away; that would undo all his efforts and bring them to naught, and he isn't going to self-sabotage, not after coming this far

he's gentlemanly, and its obvious from his body language and actions he's infatuated with you. but being a conversationalist and showing affection aren't his strong suits, so this is where you come in. the ball is in your court to steer the budding relationship forward otherwise it'll stagnate

#bi han x reader #bi han x you #sub zero x you #subzero x reader #bi han sub zero #mk1 bi han #mortal kombat 1

[chocopokkie]

Alastor x Sensitive! Horned! Reader

Part 2 here

It was one day you had been perusing the library of the hotel, seeking solace within the pages of forgotten tomes, when you felt his gaze upon you.

"Ah, what have we here?" Alastor's voice resonated through the air, sending a shiver down your spine. Quickly, you turned to face him, heart fluttering with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

"Alastor," you greeted breathlessly, voice barely above a whisper.

His permanent grin widened, revealing rows of sharp, yellow teeth that glinted in the dim light. "A reader, are we? Fascinating."

You offered him a tentative smile, "Books are my refuge in this chaotic realm."

Alastor chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Ah, but there are far more interesting things to explore than mere books, my dear."

Your breath hitched as Alastor took a step closer, his presence overwhelming yet strangely intoxicating. You could feel the heat emanating from his form, igniting a fire within your soul.

Unbeknownst to you, Alastor had sensed your unique sensitivity to touch, a rare gift that piqued his interest like nothing else. He had always been drawn to the unusual and the unconventional, and you were no exception.

As he drew nearer your body is pushed up against the bookshelf his body so close it's almost touching your own, you couldn't suppress the tremor that coursed through you. His hand reached out, fingers grazing the curve of your horn, and you gasp at the surge of sensation that followed.

Alastor's grin widened, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "My, my, what do we have here? Such a delightful reaction."

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, yet you couldn't deny the undeniable thrill that coursed through your veins. You had never experienced anything like this before, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort that left you breathless.

Alastor continued to explore the contours of your horns, his touch gentle touch sending ripples of sensation cascading through your body. With each caress, you found herself losing control, surrendering to the intoxicating allure of the Radio Demon.

"You're quite the intriguing specimen, my dear," Alastor mused, his voice low and husky. "I do believe we shall have to explore this further."

Your heart raced with anticipation as Alastor drew closer, his touch igniting a symphony of sensations that echoed through your very soul...

#alastor x you #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor #short story #fanfic #hazbin hotel x y/n

[byunpum]

Experiment 56 [part 2]

Neteyam x Human reader ( like a mix of human and Navi )

and sullyFAM x human reader, why not?

Tw: mmm neteyam baby, reader being mutant, neytiri being a sweetheart-mother, A bit of violence, reference to harassment, A little sad, soft and some Kisses. all the characters are aged up 20's.

POV: Y/N is surprised that it is an indispensable piece for the human race. But for her family…

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7

Experiment 56 masterlist | Experiment 56 sequel Masterlist

Note: Omg thank you all for liking the first part, I did not know that all of you would be so interested. Well, well, here I leave the second part, I still don't know how many parts this series has, it all depends on how you react. This part is a little sad, but you will like the ending. From now on I warn you that I am not very expert in this Navi culture, but I did my best. And I'll be using events that happened in the movie, but they won't be exactly the same. And sorry for the spelling. English is not my mother tongue.

"Good morning general ardmore, I request my presence?"." Good morning colonel quaritch, and yes I need you very urgently." Miles took a seat at the table, and gave his full attention to General Ardmore's words. "I have a mission for you, I know you are in search of jake sully, but if I tell you that there is something more precious than the head of a simple soldier who decided to be tarzan?" Miles settled back in his seat," You have to tell me what is more precious?". "Twenty years ago, pandora's team of scientists began a series of experiments. Their goal was to achieve a perfect blend of human and navi. We were tired of transferring our sud quotient into avatar bodies. We wanted to be real. There were many failures, but I understand there was one specimen that survived." Miles was trying to analyze the information, "You're telling me there's a mutant out there? What does he look like?". General Ardmore scales up her touch screen in the air and shows him some models, "She. She's a girl, we estimate her to be in her early 20s. But she is the first of her species. She possesses a human body, but the ability to breathe pandora's air and most importantly her queue."

" A new specie?" miles was a bit in a state of shook, how come he didn't know about this when he still had his human body. "You know so little miles, there are many things that even you and I don't know about. The agency has plans and that girl is the key. She is the center. And the only thing I know, is that when she was a baby she was adopted by sully. "That doesn't surprise me…" a little smirk tugged at Miles' lips." Just find her, bring her back alive. I don't want her to have any bumps. In perfect condition. In addition… you'll find Jake sully. You kill two birds with one shot," said General Ardmore, as she passed him the information on the last location. "Expect nothing less." Miles stood up from his chair, ready to leave home with his group.

And here you are… on the floor. Crying and being held at gunpoint, while your family was also screaming to be released. "ok ok, SHUT UP EVERYONE!!!" shouted miles, as he searched for the beast that had described to him earlier. But their eyes widened, when they saw you. You were beautiful, long hair, beautiful eyes, and your skin was adorned with moles. and yes, just as General Ardmore said, you had the distinguished queue of the navis. Quaritch knelt down in front of you "I had not been told how beautiful you were. Wow…" This was a trigger for neteyam.

Neteyam was right next to you, on the floor. While his head was being pushed to the floor. But when he heard quaritch words, his blood boiled. "Don't you dare touch her!!!!" Neteyam shouted as he tried to attack Quaritch. The man hit him in the head.

"no, please!!! enough!!!!!!!" you scream in fear you don't know what's going on. But you didn't want your family to get hurt. Least of all neteyam. Spider, loak, tuk, kiri and neteyam were tied to a branch. While you were placed in front of them on another branch. "tuk, calm down…. Mother will come for us" says kiri trying to comfort her younger sister. And she was quite right.

Neytiri and Jake had already arrived at the lab area, just a few minutes before you all had run off. Jake knew something was wrong. They entered the forest carefully and that's when Neytiri heard her children's screams. Or not, this was not good. One thing was for sure, you could bother neytiri all you wanted, but don't mess with her kids. She ran off to the spot where she heard the screams, while Jake followed her. When they arrived they hid.

"We have to save them!!!" murmured neytiri to Jake "love, we have to be careful. Let's wait for the exact moment." While neytiri and jake watched the situation from a distance, but the view was not very clear. Quaritch moved a little away from the group of soldiers, so he could call the ship. He needed to get you out of here. At that one of the soldiers began to look at you more than usual.

You were wearing traditional Navi women's clothing. And we all know that these soldiers were not used to seeing women. Neteyam noticed this "stop looking at her you bastard" the man looked at neteyam and approached you. " or what are you going to do?" the soldier started to lift your top "don't you dare…leave me" you were desperate. But this didn't stop him, he took his blade and cut your top, so that your breasts were exposed. Neytiri saw the scene, and if it wasn't for jake grabbing her by the arm and telling her to approach calmly. She would have slit that man's throat. Kiri was screaming, spider is asking her to stop and loak was crying. The scene they were witnessing was horrible. Neteyam is screaming, showing his fangs, pulling so hard on the bindings he had, he was about to dislocate his arm. No one was going to touch you, much less like this.

Quaritch showed up and pushed the soldier to the ground "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!!!!" He yells, as you try to roll into a ball. You felt exposed. Neytiri had teached you to take care of yourself and that no one should touch you without your permission. You didn't understand why that man was treating you like that. "Come on Colonel, we can have some fun with this creature…don't tell me you don't see her beautiful." That was the last straw. Jake fired, and neytiri came out of hiding to use his arrow. It was a strong encounter, but when Jake managed to free Neteyam, he ran to you. He cut the bindings, grabbed you off the ground and ran off.

"run and don't look back" order neytiri as she continued fighting the soldiers. You all kept running, jake and neytiri were right behind you. Once you all made it deeper into the forest, it became difficult for the soldiers to keep up. At that moment, the quaritch team's ship arrived. All the soldiers got on, but there was a warning "Sully …. I'm going to find her, you won't be able to hide her for long." The hairs on the back of Jake's neck stood up, as he was hiding with his family. He looked back, and watched as you were hiding in neteyam chest. You had no clothes on, and your arms and legs had been injured. His heart broke into a thousand pieces.

"Let's go home," Neytiri said, as everyone walked in silence and fear. Neteyam was holding you in her arms, tears were coming down from her eyes. Only images of what those men would have done to you if they had captured you were running through his head. Arriving at the refuge, Neytiri took you from Neteyam arms and went to the hut where her mother Mo'at was. Kiri and tuk followed her, everyone was silent. Jake just looked at the boys, his look was one of anger and sadness.

Neytiri healed and took care of you. She saw how tears came out of your eyes. She knew she could not ease the pain you felt. You had been treated like an animal, you were hurt. "I'm so sorry my dear, I'm sorry" says neytiri as she bandages your wounds and strokes your hair. Kiri and tuk are by her side, comforting you. They shared your pain, they saw everything.

Neteyam was outside the mo'at hut, along with spider and loak. "See!!! I told you it was dangerous to be there!!!" said neteyam as he faced his brother. " Hey, I didn't force you guys to follow me, plus I had no idea this was going to happen!!!" loak tried to defend himself, but neteyam is furious. "Of course not, you never know anything. You risk everyone without thinking about the consequences. Look what they did to y/n. They almost…" "that's enough… we know." Spider interrupted neteyam. "guys calm down, I know what happened was horrible. But we're okay now." Neteyam looked back at spider, oh god… the anger in his eyes was horrible "you… don't go near y/n again, I want you away from her." He looks up and looks at his younger brother "and the same goes for you" Neteyam walked out towards the family hut.

Loak was silent at spider's side. Loak knew his brother was rationing his emotions, he knew how special you were to him. He knew he could ignore what he said, since you and Loak were best friends. But what he said to spider was serious. Neteyam liked spider, but he didn't like your relationship with him. Neteyam had a plan to take you as his mate, but once he heard how norm and Jake said that you and spider would make a good couple. And he wasn't sure if his mother would accept this. Neytiri loved you, but as her daughter. How would she react to telling her he loved you.

It was already evening, Jake entered the family hut. He found Neytiri cooking, you were lying on her chest, sitting on her lap. You were small, so Neytiri had no problem doing her chores with you on top of her. You were of adult age, but to Neytiri you were her precious child. Neteyam was at her mother's side helping her. Jake came over and stroked your head, you were asleep. "She's hurt," said Neytiri. "I know, it was something…" jake paused. "we have to get her out of here, her and our family". Neytiri looked at jake in surprise. "no, you're crazy… here is their home. They grew up here, you are toruk makto" neytiri is trying not to scream, but she was getting flustered." But what's the use of being toruk makto, if those bastards want my family "Jake sits next to neytiri. "but jake where will we go?". Jake looked at neteyam, who was still there, right next to his mother." We'll find a place, we'll be fine. If we stick together everything will be fine."

It was already late and everyone was resting. Neteyam got up from his side, and lay down next to the front of you, he is inches away from your face. He loved how small you looked compared to him. Shit she has me under a spell, he said to himself. As he traces circles on your shoulder. Little did they know, this was his favorite time. Where you could be together, if only in silence. You opened your eyes and saw neteyam, he had a small smile plastered on his face, as he came up to kiss you on the lips. Everything was so quiet and with carefulness. They didn't want anyone to get up and see you guys. You laughed a little, you were still in low spirits. But knowing that neteyam was by your side, calmed your heart. "I'm so sorry ma y/n" neteyam spoke, as his fingers played on your waist, down to your leg. "Don't be like that…you were there. You took care of me ma neteyam" you placed your hand on his cheek. Neteyam relaxes and moves closer to you, as his tail wraps around your leg. You felt his breath on your face, they were so close. "someday… someday" said neteyam "yes, someday", you told him as you gave him another kiss on his lips. Someday you will be able to unite before eywa. But still not the time.

In the morning, tuk woke up earlier than the others, she turned to her left side to look for her older brother. Not seeing him, tuk took a seat and saw how his brother was lying right next to yours. Very close, very warm. She giggled a little and picked up Kiri, "What do you want? It's too early" kiri was trying to get up while wiping his eyes. "Look at that!!!" tuk pointed to the romantic scene between you and neteyam. "aha I knew it… spider owes me lunch." Tuk laughed a little and kiri got up to wake up her older brother, she knew this was secret. so they couldn't let their parents get up and see the romantic scene.

"hey get up!!!" kiri said as she moved her brother, neteyam got up startled. "i…this…is not what it looks like. Y/n had" kiri put his hand on his brother's mouth "shhhh your secret is safe with me" kiri said as he laughed a little. "That scares me."

"Hey!!!!" kiri and neteyam started to play, making you stand up. "hey, you two can shut up." Neteyam laid on top of you and gave you a kiss, while kiri made a disgusted face. The moment was interrupted when Jake started to get up. Everyone straightened up and acted natural or so they thought.

"family, everyone upstairs we need to talk." Jake said as everyone settled down. "What I'm going to say is something important and I want you all ready in 10 minutes." Said Jake stretching, knowing that the decision he was about to make was going to change his whole life.

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p.s: Guys, do you mind if the reading is long? If I make it short, I feel I won't explain myself properly. Even in this one I summarized as much as I could. I hope you like it a lot. Soon part 3!!!

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[presidentbungus]

“What are you looking at so intently?” says Engie like any good Texan boy would, all fluttering eyelashes and blushy grins despite the fact his eyes are behind half a centimeter of tinted glass. Medic puffs out his lips into a little pucker, then smooths back out, and Engie glints with satisfaction at just the lightest dusting of pink that rises to his cheeks.

He makes sure to be just a little extra slow and sultry when he leans over and plucks a beer from the case by his recliner-chair. “See somethin’ ya like?” By which he means: you're staring for a good reason, please, god, aren't you? But he’s too respectful and upstanding to say that, though he considers himself certainly talented at this whole implications thing, and the deep mauve Medic turns when he tosses just a slightly inflected look in his direction indicates he must get the general idea.

“Well—hoo, well.” He spends two seconds frankly adorably stumbling through his words and then that gloved hand darts out and there’s rubber around Engie’s wrist, two long, thick fingers barely touching thumb-to-pointer in a little ring. “I was—er…”

He rescinds the hand, temples his fingers under his chin, caught between sitting and standing and settling in a weird in-between as Engie watches, fascinated. “I was just… thinking… about your heart. And your lungs.” He tilts his head. “And, in a small measure, your brain, I suppose. Er, imagining your breathing, and your circulation, and the oxygen flowing in and out of your limbs, and… so on. Drawing your veins in my mind and, and such.”

… Huh. Maybe he misread the situation.

And he keeps just stumbling through, pushing up his glasses every few seconds, still perched on his heels with his arms wrapped around his knees. “You’re a—private man. I have not seen much of you besides what I have been able to—have the company require,” and his voice pushes up a few notes on the last word, and well he’ll be damned if it’s not the cutest thing he’s ever seen, “but I… think about you.”

He lowers his voice just a little for this one, reclining down onto his back. “Oh, you do.”

“You have a very impressive set of lungs. Even for all the, er, damage." Engie frowns and Medic puts his hands up. "That's a compliment."

"Uh-huh."

"And your heart is a perfect specimen. Strong, and healthy… pulsing with vitality," and his eyes bug out just a little on the last line. "I was almost upset to have to cut it out of you… until, well…"

Ain't that interesting. "Until?"

He smiles sheepishly, wringing his hands together with a frankly disgusting sound of rubber against rubber. “… I may or may not have kept your original heart in a jar. With my other personal possessions.”

He mentally re-catalogues everything of interest in the lab, mentally travels to Medic’s big mahogany former-bookshelf, stacked top-to-bottom with preserved organs in jars, and sees a lot of hearts. A lot of hearts. But, then again, his mind is drawn back to a smallish mason jar near the front, suspiciously unlabeled, amidst rows and rows of perfectly organized bits and pieces.

Yeah, sure.

He's sure Medic is approaching this more from scientific curiosity than any particular angle he'd prefer, but heat's rising to his face before he knows it and frankly he doesn't really feel like putting in the effort to quell it.

And just to press the envelope that tiny bit further, he ventures: "Well I'll be darned if that's not the most romantic thing I've ever heard."

Medic turns the color of his tie. Engineer's sure he follows suit.

#hi science party post for the first time in 16 years youre all welcome (visibly frothing at the mouth) #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #science party #bird brains #genetic engineering #god ive spent so much time away from these eggheads i dont even remember which ship tag i normally use #tf2 #bungus snippets #engiemedic

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Literally no one asked for this, but I started thinking about the hilarious dichotomy of Sanji being with an entomologist and I decided to share my thoughts.

Sanji x Entomologist/Insect Lover Reader Headcanons

The first time you run up to him excitedly asking him to look at what you found, he eagerly turns around only to come face to face with a beetle and screams at the top of his lungs. That is the day you realize that Sanji is afraid of insects, and Sanji realizes you love them.

He cannot comprehend how you can hold so much affection for what he considers to be such vile creatures and can't help but cringe every time you pick one up, regardless of whether you're holding it up to him or not. He tries to be nice about it, he tries so hard, but you can see the pain in his eyes when you bring one too close to him.

If literally anyone else thrust a spider in his face, he would roundhouse kick them, but when you do it he will just jerk back dramatically while redirecting you by saying that Luffy or Usopp would probably like to see your find.

Your offer to deal with any insects that make their way into his kitchen leaves him conflicted. On one hand, it's great! He doesn't have to confront it now! On the other, he does feel a touch embarrassed over the idea of you having to "save him" from something like this. His trepidation goes out the window when he goes to make breakfast one morning onto to be greeted by a massive spider setting up a web in the corner of the kitchen. His relief from you catching it is cut short by you exclaiming that it's a very elusive species and proceeding to go on a long tangent while holding the spider up and pointing out interesting parts of it's anatomy and how you identified it... He wishes he would have just thrown a frying pan at it.

You two eventually find a happy medium. When you want to talk insects with him, you use books and diagrams instead of live specimens. As much as he loathes insects, he loves you, and he knows it makes you happy to share this particular interest with him. Even he has to admit that your in-depth knowledge on the subject is admirable, and he does find some of the fun facts you share to actually be fun and not nightmare inducing.

Over time, he does develop something akin to respect for certain insects. He doesn't like them by any means, but he learns to appreciate what they do for ecosystems and agriculture.

Will not budge on eating them, however. It's one thing in a desperate survival situation, but eating them just because you can is a hard no for him. It's not even that much about eating insects themselves, so much as concern for potential parasites due to insects being breeding grounds for them.

One thing he'll never relax on is you handling insects with medically significant venom. He doesn't care that you know how to grab them to stay safe, he feels like he's about to have a heart attack pleaSE PUT IT DOWN!

God help him if you keep any as pets. Being able to sleep in a bed with you is heaven, but having to hear your nocturnal insects skittering around their enclosures at night is hell. The man lives in fear of them escaping in the night and coming after him.

If your room is decorated with pinned/wet specimens, he hates it at first, but learns to live with it. Especially if you keep any as pets, because he can at least appreciate that these ones won't chase him. Over time, he'll be able to recognize that some insects can be quite interesting to look at when they're pinned. He'll even start keeping an eye out for ones that you don't have yet if he sees anyone selling them. You know he's down bad if he's doing this for you.

There is absolutely no toleration for anyone shaming you for your interest/hobby. If anyone tries to make you feel bad/weird/gross about it, they won't be for long. Even if he doesn't get it, he'll be damned before he lets anyone speak poorly of you for your passions.

You're a unique person, he won't deny that, but you're his unique person.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #sanji #black leg sanji #sanji x reader #reader insert #x reader #was this inspired by me being an insect lover? #yes yes it was #i would stress him out

[iridescentdove]

can you do a continuation of full power Lumine with Fyodor, Sigma, and Ranpo. I feel like Fyodor would interested because of how complicated she is and how he would have a hard time understanding something for the for the first time I’m assuming. Same goes for Ranpo. I think he would be exiting too because the traveler is always willing to help and his type is someone that spoils him. For Sigma I feel like he would understand her in a way because he is a supernatural being that came into existence under interesting circumstances. And he would have someone to help him because we all know how the Decay Of Angels is I would also feel unsafe 24/7 😭

feel free to take your time if you have a lot of requests! (this was longer than I anticipated)

Fyodor, Sigma & Ranpo x Lumine! Reader

Hi! ♡ I'm quickly zooming through requests to make up for the time lost in my absence lol. Lumine is skeptical but shares the same curiosity her twin has for everything, she's rational and courageous, along with being generous and helpful towards others that need assistance. And most especially, rather beautiful and somewhat quiet, yet considered rather expressive.

As if a primordial being – Lumine holds power able to destroy worlds and travel through them with ease, and yet, most of it having been sealed away by the Unknown God's own bidding. What happens when she regains her full power and travels through the world of BSD?

Soukoku, Jouno & Atsushi Ver.

FYODOR DOSTOYEVSKY:

You're a strange new specimen, and he actually finds interest in you. Plus – Fyodor actually likes pretty people, so seeing you for the first time is actually surprising.

Who knew someone so beautiful in this world existed 🗿

But honestly, although this man can read you like book if he wanted to, that's not happening.

You're rather complicated. Like no fr. You're pretty and small as hell, but you're so fucking strong hello? And you're not very talkative yet so expressionable it's alluring

He has no idea what to think, but all he knows is that he wants to keep you around.

The fact you're helpful draws him to you more. He learns to trust you overtime, and you have no ulterior motives when you go warm him up and make him feel comfortable.

Whenever he needs help or basically just you spoiling him and comforting from his anemia, that's cloud 9 ok idfc

He's starting to really ... really like you and I don't

You're basically everything he'd want tbh. Since you're from a different world, his ability probably don't work on you.

And just be glad it doesn't honestly. You're like God level strong and rather smart yourself, so he isn't bored and actually finds you worthy of being with him.

Well even if you weren't, you'd be an interesting playtoy on it's own. Please let me punch him already.

He'll have you run errands and do different things to go according to his plans, but he doesn't tire you out or anything because he still pretty much cares.

BRO this guy reminds me of the Fatui idk 💀

Dude is fuckin unhinged, commits warcrimes, hot and is very strong. You can't tell me he's literally the emobidiment of the harbingers in an alternate world lmfao

Even though he's a red flag you don't really care 'cause you can kill him whenever you want. Slayyy girlboss.

One of the rare times he'd take his ushanka off, and put it on your head because you're just too adorable to resist. The innocent, curious look on your face afterwards sends him.

You're a cute, complicated being he's just addicted to.

He's rather amused himself – so whenever you're like beating up Dazai or something (much to his satisfaction), he's watching in the back with his popcorn or sumn.

Probably smirking the entire time. He loves you more now

Imagine Dazai being Childe and that weekly boss you always fucking destroy every week? Peak comedy.

He probably won't even bother trying to fight against you, man knows his place so he gets humbled. But that probably won't stop him from testing you a few times.

He'll purposely get you in a tricky situation so he can observe more of you, and you'll never fail to surpass his expectations every time.

P.S. expect yourself to beat up Nikolai often. His orders lol

Rat king's actually found his match <3 fuck you

RANPO EDOGAWA:

You probably crash landed in the agency or smth. How would I know that?

I'm the writer, bitch /hjq

Now let's say both of you were just acquaintances at first, you'd help around the agency a lot though. And that also includes him.

So here we are! At this point, you're basically just spoiling him from all the help that you give.

He doesn't even mind he fucking loves it I bet

Other than Atsushi, he now drags you with him to go and buy candy, or just makes you go out and do it yourself. Either way the candy is bought so 🤷🏻

Dw babe he shares it with you <3

Must I say you're pretty once more? It's not even annoying bro I am SPEAKING FACTS stan lumine

Ranpo is very interested in you and your specie, if he ever got bored he'd probably take breaks away from doing some cases and listens to your talking.

Will get extremely invested in the world of Teyvat, learning more about it.

DON'T TELL HIM ABOUT HEIZOU

"Hehe! Number one detective you say? Even more so than I am~? After all, I am the greatest detective in the world!"

We get it babe.

Like if you ever honestly tried to put them both together in Poe's book it is very obvious who will come out first. Bro will legit rub it in your face too, not even cap

Oh, speaking of which – he'd probably invite you into one of them too. It would be a fun hangout ... maybe.

You're the bodyguard that fucks up any murderer tryna get to him while he deals with the shit and puts his glasses on then DAMN BITCH we boutta go usain bolt on this shit.

It doesn't even take that long. You guys did it in a heartbeat.

Ranpo honestly adores you, that much you can tell. He likes mostly everything about you and finds you so entertaining.

Especially your expressions which are peak comedy.

Definitely the type to do something real smart and show off his skills so he could see your reaction.

And maybe even get a bit of praise. You know this guy loves it when you compliment him and agree with things that he says. That's already fulfilling his heart.

I'd say you'd help him out a lot honestly, the ADA is basically the adventurers guild 💀

You'd be relaxing and having a chill time until Ranpo or some other member comes up and tells you to fucking beat up Mori or something

Yeah. They entrust it all to your capable hands.

But of course, Ranpo wouldn't leave you alone with that. You both make great teamwork in all cases.

Right after each remotely easy to borderline difficult case, Ranpo will be a sweetheart and take you out somewhere nice to relax. His treat.

kisses in the ferris wheel pls

It's already easy enough to tell, but you can see all the affection in his eyes as the night comes to an end once more. More than that, even.

It's such a cute sight. But honestly, who could even say no to this guy? It's literally Ranpo.

SIGMA:

So here you've already been in the world of bsd for a while and you're just doing random bullshit the agency adventurers guild gives you.

Mersault arc timeskip. Dazai off sucking and teaming up with some Nakahara toes, Nikolai being a material gworl

Fyodor is mimicking Odasaku's ashes

And obviously you're here in the back forced to do everything yourself because shit goes down 🔥

You have a pretty good knowledge on yourself in this world you're stuck in again, and it's necessary to use that info to your disposal because wow, the situation is complicated.

Especially during this arc now, but it's less difficult when you're only focusing on the DOA.

We'll say you only be familiar with the different organizations because you often go around a lot and travel.

Then meet various people and ... fight over half of them 😐

By this time, you and Sigma have been well acquainted. Due to his ability, he managed to get info about you easily. And boy does he use that to advantage.

Asked begged you to help him out in the DOA.

Look man he's suffering, don't leave babygworl all alone with all these gay men who're too broke to afford proper therapy sessions

Don't worry Sigma, we're here for you <3

By now you had no idea what was happening, just getting random info from everyone around you

Moving place to place (teleport waypoints are real handy right about now), collecting random shit and beating up enemies along the way

Classic genshin ripoff moment :/

Although you don't actually do a lot of stuff for the DOA, it's mostly personal mishaps coming from Sigma. Because no we don't want to be a wanted terrorist tf

So you soon arrived at mersault and saw poor Sigma either dead or unconscious.

Bro is in need of tevyat fried eggs

Anyways, you of course could not LEAVE him out of your sight after that. The one time you thought it was okay to stay out of business ... that happened 🤡

Sigma was indeed alive, but at the same time it wasn't okay to leave him since he was barely clinging on.

By the time he awoke, he thought he saw heaven. He frantically sits up from bed.

Oh wait, it was just you <3

You brought him back to the sky casino, as he was resting at a safe distance away from the three psychopaths in jail

You guys do end up having to go back much to his dismay, although this time it felt more safer because you were around. He's down deep and he can't return.

Sigma really likes you. Not because you're helpful and quite beautiful, but strong and empathetic in a sense both of you relate to various things.

He's seriously lucky to have you, his little shooting star ❤️

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #armed detective agency #bsd #bsd headcanons #decay of angels #genshin #lumine #genshin crossover #bsd crossover #sigma x reader #bsd ranpo #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor x reader

[yanderemommabean]

listen to me what if some alien researcher takes the reader to a human zoo type thing for research if you're comfortable with that momma

You’re terrified at first. You wake up in a large, wide glass case with these beings staring at you. You feel watched, like they’re wanting you to do a trick or something, and they simply chitter and chirp on the other side in a way you can’t decipher.

You look around, seeing a rather soft looking bed with basic blankets and sheets, what seems to be a treadmill and a table. On the wall to the left is a screen with what seems to be a feed of a field of flowers.

Before you can gather the courage to speak, the two beings on the other side tap on the glass, one entering with what seemed to be a collar like device.

“I’m sure you’re scared, poor neglected thing. Don’t worry, we’re here to show you the love you deserve. It’s alright now” they pacify, locking the device around your throat as you can only freeze and whimper in fear.

Their fingers gently run through your hair, petting you as they flash a sharp tooth smile. “You’re so precious to us. You’ll help us unlock all sorts of knowledge of the human body! Just behave and you’ll be just fine”.

Their fingers come to tilt your head, your mouth quivering as words finally manage to leave you. “Don’t kill me, please! Just let me go home!” You cry, heart hammering in your ears as your brain forces you to dissociate a bit and feel as if you’re in some fucked up movie.

The other creature enters at that, tugging the other back a bit as they chitter. “Ah. They say such things when distressed?” The first one asks between the odd noises.

Oh that’s so cute to learn! Humans make such interesting pleads when scared and confused! Like a lost little kitten or cub!

Perhaps you’ll show even cuter signals like when you’re fed or when you’re cozy? They’ve heard humans often smile and warm up when happy and relaxed!

Large fingers encircle your waist with ease, lifting you up and setting you on the bed provided. “Alright, it’s ok. My partner here tells me you think you’re in danger, but I assure you, you’re safer than back home. We only wish to learn and explore, and…well I myself am becoming attached”.

“N-no, no I don’t want this! Take this thing off of me!” You beg again, clawing at the device as it shocks you and makes you whimper at the sting. The being clicks and chitters, nuzzling you a bit as it pushes your hands to your side. “Ah ah ah, that’ll only hurt you. This must be so strange for such a simple creature, I can���t even imagine! But I suppose I can let an outburst or two slide. I’d hate to sedate you so early in studying you and your habits”.

Honestly, tranquilizers wouldn’t help in studying humans unless they wanted to go a more morbid route. It’s only to be used to help you from hurting yourself and others, but they aren’t fans of using it at all.

But sweet specimens as cute as you don’t need to know that. You’ll be clever and try and tug on their heart strings, and while they have two hearts, they’re brains are much more powerful. Not to mean they aren’t becoming very enamored, mind you.

“We’ll keep an eye on you for now. The others are just as torn up about being taken from home, you being such social beings and all. Try and behave is all we ask. If you try and take this off again-“ they gesture, as if it isn’t a huge deal. “You’ll be knocked unconscious by the voltage. Then we’d have to doctor you and…well I’m not sure I can keep my hands to myself with something so cute!”.

They leave from the bed after that, speaking with the other alien as the enclosure shuts and you’re left alone, watching other otherworldly forms pass by the corridor. Words have no ability to express the dread, horror, confusion and hopelessness you feel.

It looks like there’s nothing you can do but be an aliens toy, like some captive animal. Maybe if you’re clever you can escape, if you aren’t completely mentally broken soon.

((-Mommabean, I hope you enjoy! Sorry if it’s a bit jumbled and odd! ))

#yandere aliens #yandere exophilia #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #mommabean

[thecampjuicebox]

A fic request from @noyzzkapow! This idea is so sweet. I hope I'm interpreting correctly, but either way, this should be a cute one. Let's goooo! (This one's going to be a bit shorter than the others, in the interest of not dragging it on for too long)

Your choice

Pairing: Astarion x Halsin

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

POV: 3rd person (Narrator's perspective)

Warnings: fluff, angst, very brief and gentle intimacy, brief mentions of sex

Hasty fingers work at the laces on Astarion's shirt, little breaths and whimpers escaping between the pauses of their kiss. Halsin works carefully at undoing the knot while focusing on the slow grind of his hips against the pale elf beneath him. Astarion reaches up to grasp at his lover. His fingers graze the veins on Halsin's muscular arms, little goosebumps raising on the druid's tan skin. The kiss deepens, tongues fighting for dominance, teeth clacking together lightly, their lips swollen and red. Shaky hands move up under Astarion's shirt, pressing their warmth into the flexing muscles of his toned stomach. He groans, wiggling his hips. Lips finally separate, the two men gasping for air. Halsin eyes the vampire beneath him, body sliding down to lay comfortably between his legs. Heat swirls in Halsin's belly as he presses little kisses to the vampire's hip bones, tongue flicking out against the perfectly v-shaped lines that lead into his leathers. With a gentle tug, Halsin works Astarion's leathers down ever so slightly. Astarion squeezes his eyes shut, brain going fuzzy and he pushes on Halsin's shoulders, fingernails gently digging into the skin there.

"H-Halsin wait.."

Halsin pauses, gazing down at the vampire. His eyebrows twist into an expression of remorse and he sits up on his knees between Astarion's thighs, using both hands to brush his light brown hair out of his face.

"What is it, my love? Is everything alright?"

Astarion props himself up on his elbows to look up at the large elf, blinking away the little tears that sting in the corners of his red eyes. He toys with his bottom lip between his fangs for a moment, contemplating his next words carefully. Talking about his feelings has always been a difficult and daunting task. Granted, he's never had someone so willing to listen. So willing to even take his feelings into consideration. With a sigh, Astarion sits up fully, pulling his long legs up to his chest to shield his abdomen.

"I'm not.. Comfortable. With this. With.. Sex. Not yet."

Halsin's eyes soften and he moves carefully towards Astarion's shrunken frame, pressing a gentle kiss to his boney shoulder. The vampire shivers at the light touch. His eyes well up, tears threatening to cascade down his pale white cheeks.

"I can't unsee the things I've seen. Undo the things I've done. I feel so filthy. So used up. Cazador ruined me.. He ruined my li-"

Astarion's voice breaks and he crumbles into his knees, little sobs making his chest and back heave with the force. The large elf perched comfortably next to him goes rigid. Rage builds in Halsin's throat like hot bile, his hands reaching out to Astarion to carefully pull him into his lap, fingers finding the soft locks of white hair on the back of his head. He twirls the perfect waves and ringlets around his fingers, cooing softly to the crying specimen in his lap.

"Little Star, please look at me."

Swollen red eyes lift from trembling knees, locking onto pale green orbs filled with love. Halsin dips a hand under Astarion's chin, tilting his head carefully up towards him. A soft thumb rubs side to side over the vampire's quivering bottom lip.

"You don't ever have to do something you're uncomfortable with again. Do you hear me? I will die by the blade before I allow that to happen to you."

Astarion nods in understanding and reaches up to wrap his arms tightly around the elf's muscular neck. Fingers tangle in the caramel colored hair that rests against the back of his head, twisting and twirling the locks around gently. Gentle kisses pepper the side of Halsin's neck.

"I hear you.."

"Good. I'll kill Cazador myself for hurting you."

Guiding them both to the bedroll neatly rolled out beneath them, Halsin adjusts Astarion's position so he is on his side, facing the druid's muscular chest. Careful fingers rub circles into Astarion's hip. The night around them falls quiet and serene, the only sounds being the rustling of the leaves in the large oak tree just above them. Little green leaves scatter about in the wind and rain down on the two figures resting at the tree's thick trunk and Halsin chuckles. He picks one up, swiping it playfully across Astarion's nose before releasing it to the wind again, watching it swirl away into the distance. Astarion scrunches his nose up and shakes his head at the tickling sensation left behind by the strange interaction.

"Gods, you're so odd, Druid."

A hearty chuckle rumbles in Halsin's chest. He rests his head on his large hand, elbow propping him up to allow him to look down at his lover. His eyes twinkle in the starlight and Astarion stares up at him lovingly, teeth capturing his bottom lip.

"Thank you for giving me a choice, Halsin.. This is a gift. I'll never forget it."

Halsin's eyes well up at the sweetness in Astarion's voice, large arms moving out to grab the vampire. He rolls onto his back, bringing Astarion's thin body with him. Astarion snuggles into Halsin's warm chest and inhales his scent, a shuddering breath escaping his thin lips, fingers tracing circles into the course hair on the druid's sternum. Halsin sighs happily, his light green eyes fluttering closed.

"You'll always have a choice, my Little Star. I guarantee it."

#bg3 #astarion #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #astarion x halsin #halsin #halsin fanfic #astarion fanfic #astarion fluff #halsin fluff #fic request #halstarion

[wulvercazz]

More Than Curiosity🌙

previous ShadowAU~ it's all smut from here on tbh, very dubcon-y so mind the tagss💕

cw// terato, entomology/insect killing/mounting mentions, groping

"I know you're there..." Liquid darkness slithers across the floor at his words, indignant... almost relieved. Ichigo isn't entirely sure this isn't another attempt at a nightmare, he's had enough life-like enough dreams to doubt, and yet he wouldn't be surprised if he was, really, fully awake. He has enough proof and experience to know there's something not of this world under his bed. Something he learned not to tell psychiatrists about, if he wants to keep his broken sanity intact. It better be real, his mind provides, when a near three meter high creature takes shape from the pool of shadows at the foot of his bed. Its velvety, fluid, state, taking a more solid, skin-like, look to it the further it incorporates into reality. The thing growls in his face, a guttural, echoing sound reverberating all along its body before it rings through his bones. Ichigo realizes, with a crooked grin, that he feels a similar facination about it as he does when he watches his invertebrate specimens die inside a jar. It twists and moves somewhat unnaturally, a dying carcass returning to a lively shape... It attempts to speak- and all Ichigo can think about is the crude way his dick jolts awake when it opens its mouth full of shadowy teeth. Shadows dripping off its face in inky droplets, only to mix into the darkness of the room like it was water. He wants to take in as much as he can, lest he be dreaming for real; with wide, burning, tired, eyes, he examines every inch of him. He can't remember the last time he ever felt real arousal for anyone, or anything. Girls with issues such as his would often try to throw themselves at him, the creepy aura off him called in those who had fathers they wanted to disappoint in this particular way, he supposed; but, real or fake interest, it was never enough to get him quite like this. Fat and heavy against the soft worn fabric of his underwear; so hard he could faint, and so eager to touch that his fingertips tingled, electrified. If it could speak, Ichigo cut those guttural words short with his curious hands; reaching over to feel the silky black hair and the darkened skin, breathing in deeper when the single touch reverted the things face back to a plain face plate with a pair of confused blue eyes. Hah, so it's not really one to be touched, he supposes. Whatever it is, it's used to hiding so well no one ever knows it's there at all... Dark pride swells in his core just thinking about being the only one, or one of few, to see such an exquisite creature, to touch it's surprisingly soft hair and warm skin... to breath in its ashy scent, and gaze down it's glowing pale eyes. His heart beats so fast he's not sure he won't lose consciousness for real, his breathing fast and ragged as his fingers became a grabby fist and a flat palm; hungrily tracing all it's soot black skin like he owned it. Pulling it's body in close to better look into its eyes press himself to the warmth of its shadowy bits still without shape. "Whatever the fuck you are..." he mutters, losely hoping it will understand, "I'm gonna fuck the hell out of you."

#ShadowAU #ichigo kurosaki #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #ichigrimm #一グリ #demon!Grimmjow #smut #nsft #grimmIchi #bleach

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Dilophosaurus wetherilli

Debut: Real Life, Circa The Early Jurassic (roughly 280 million years ago)

Hi I'm gonna talk about my favorite dinosaur now and you're gonna like it! Or maybe you won't, I don't know you! But y'know what I do know? Dilophosaurus!!! It's my best friend. They named it after the fact that it's got two (di) crests (lopho) on its head and also it's a reptile (saurus). A big reptile at that! In fact, it was the largest known animal of its time to walk the land in North America, and was almost certainly the apex predator of its environment, the Kayenta Formation (located across several of what are now the South-Western United States).

As you can see, this size chart demonstrates that the largest specimen discovered was about 7 meters (23 feet) long; no Tyrannosaurus rex, mind you, but still far larger than... some popular depictions might lead you to believe.

Also contrary to what some popular depictions might lead you to believe, Dilophosaurus would not have required the use of various biological mechanisms such as, for instance, retractable neck frills or venom-spitting to take down its prey; mechanisms which, mind you, are exclusively seen in animals as methods of self-defense, and would therefore only serve to scare away potential prey items.

Speaking of prey items, this stunning piece by Chase Stone depicts a pair of Dilophosaurus as having just brought down a prosauropod (a name for early sauropod relatives). Dilophosaurus did in fact live alongside at least one prosauropod, Sarahsaurus, the Holotype specimen of which bears tooth marks very likely left by a certain two-crested culprit! On that note I want to address another prevalent misconception in regards to life reconstructions of this animal...

On the left we have a (frankly hilariously sock-puppet-like) restoration by a sadly unknown artist, and on the right is another absolutely breathtaking rendering by Chase Stone. As you can pretty clearly see, the way the crests (among other things) are restored is very different between the two! For a long time, the crests were restored as seen on the left: very thin, and with a little protrusion jutting out of the back. This is due to something called shrink-wrapping, a trend in paleoart exemplified by the omission of tissues such as muscle or fat when reconstructing the animal, leading to much of the skeleton being visible through the skin, particularly in the case of the skull.

Stone's restoration, on the other hand, wraps the skull in a much more naturalistic-looking amount of soft tissue, and completely envelops both crests in a keratinous structure, much like the casque of a cassowary or a hornbill (in fact I believe the coloration is actually referenced specifically from a knobbed hornbill's beak).

This is due to the fact that the crests were likely a kind of bony core which would have supported a larger keratinous structure as is to be expected of... sigh... horny structures such as this. Stop smiling. Don't you know there's no fun allowed when you're learning about things? That's what school taught me, anyway. Ahem. As I was saying, the original shape of the crest was extrapolated from incomplete remains, which you can see a restored illustration of above.

Also worth noting is the inclusion of a thin, fluffy covering of feathers along the head, neck, and back of Stone's restoration. This is entirely plausible, as the current consensus is that dinosaurs and their close relatives, pterosaurs, were descended from a fluffy common ancestor due to the fluffy-feathery coverings seen in both groups being found to be basically the same stuff!

I could go on about so many things, like how tremendously fucked up and addled with tumors and infections the Holotype specimen was, or how we have a trace fossil which seems to preserve a Dilophosaurus sitting down in the mud like a big dumb bird, complete with an impression of its butt, but I trust that if these things pique your interest enough, you'll seek them out on your own time. Just remember not to have fun, because as we all know, fun is the one thing learning should never be.

#mod shyster #dilophosaurus #real life #real animal #paleontology #april fools

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

My personal little experiment

Heeeeere's another Jade fic hehehehehehe-

Warning(s): slight yandere behaviours, manipulation, body horror-ish

There's a weird disease going around recently... it has some fancy scientific name, but most people just call it "mushrooming"

Basically, this new species of mushrooms popped up basically out of nowhere, and people learned very quickly that they can grow on people... and they feed on flesh.

So.. it's not great for people. You've had it particularly rough... your left eye has been consumed and replaced with a mushroom growing out of the socket, and a lot of your flesh is rotting... according to doctors, you should be dead... but you're not.

And oh boy... this unique scenario you're in was about to attract some unwanted attention to you.

You sit in a hospital waiting room. You've tried to cover as much of the rotting as you can. Looking around the waiting room, you see people with various injuries. Sitting directly across from you is a small girl with a mushroom growing from the top of her head... you can only hope her illness doesn't progress to the point yours has...

"Is there a (Y/N) here?"

You sigh and stand up, being led to the room and now waiting for the doctor. It takes a while, but eventually he arrives. A young redheaded man you've gotten quite acquainted with over the course of your infection, Dr. Riddle Rosehearts.

"Hey Riddle." You sigh, pulling down your hood you were wearing. "So... how have you been...?"

"I've been... well. However, you look worse than I remember." He sighs. "Have you been taking the medication I prescribed?"

"Yeah. It's working really slowly, if it's working at all."

"Your condition is just going to get worse and worse if this continues... I really do not want to do this, however..." Riddle writes something down on a piece of paper, and hands it to you. "Please visit this man, he may be able to help you more than I. Just be warned, he can be quite..." Riddle pauses, looking like he's searching for the right words. "He's quite eccentric."

"...I see. So... he'll be able to help me with this... advanced case of mushrooming?"

"He might."

"Okay... well then, if that's all you wanted me here for, then... I'll be going now." You stand up and put your hood back on.

"I look forward to seeing you get better."

The address led you to... a house outside the city walls. It looks quite... overgrown.

You knock on the door.

You wait for a few minutes, before knocking again. Eventually, the door opens ever so slightly.

"Who is it? If you're a member of the authorities, allow me to reassure you once again there is nothing illegal going on here."

"What?? N-no, I... I was sent here by someone, uh, D-Dr. Riddle Rosehearts..."

Then, the door opens, revealing a six-foot-tall man that definitely gave off some... strange vibes...

"Oh my... what an unfortunate situation you're in... your eye has been consumed and replaced..." He smiles. "Please, come inside, sweet child..."

When you enter the house, the scent of damp mustiness and decay hits you all at once... the room is somewhat organised, but there is still little space to walk. Piles of paper and books cover the floor and tables. Jars of mushrooms and plants line the shelves... it kinda freaks you out.

"Now, sit yourself down and tell me about your condition. I'll make us some tea." He smiles.

"...So you've been infected with Carne Comedere, have you?" He asks, as he sits down next to you, sipping his tea. "It's interesting that you've survived to this point, especially when the fungus is being... this intense to you." He smirks, chuckling slightly. "You are quite the... interesting specimen. May I ask your name?"

"...it's (Y/N)..." You say, taking a sip of the... surprisingly bitter tea. "And... who are you? Dr. Rosehearts didn't really... tell me who you are. He just sort of... gave me a piece of paper with your address on it and told me to visit you."

"Ah, good to know he's doing that. You see, what I do is not exactly legal within the city walls. As such, I prefer people don't know m name right away." He pauses, before looking straight at you. "That being said, you look trustworthy.... my name is Jade Leech."

"Wait it's not legal-?"

"Now, if you'd please stay still for a moment, I just want a small sample of one of your mushrooms, okay?" He pulls out a pair of scissors.

"Oh, um... o-okay..."

Jade stands up from his seat, walking over to you. He begins to comb through your hair, until he eventually finds a tiny mushroom, and he uses the scissors to cut it from your body.

"Why not just take the one from my eye...?"

"Well, you see, that one is in a very sensitive spot... who's to say what damages I could cause if I were to take that one out!" He sighs and pats you on the head a few times. "We wouldn't want that, correct?"

"...I-I guess I see what you mean..."

He takes the "sample" and brings it over to what you assume is his kitchen, and he begins to observe it.

"Yes... yes, it's quite interesting... Carne Comedere, the flesh-eating mushroom... you have quite an advanced variant..." He places the knife down on the counter, and cuts it in half. "It's so strange that you've survived to this point. I'd love to study you... but of course, you're counting on me to cure you... so perhaps I will not!"

You don't like the way he worded that...

The days go by and you keep visiting Jade.

He keeps taking samples from you... the mushrooms, your skin, your blood... he keeps giving you strange substances, but you aren't getting any better...

One day, you decide to confront him about it.

"Hey Jade, I... I'm not getting any better." You tell him. "Nothing you're doing to me is working..."

"Oh really? What a shame." He smiles deviously. "Here, lease have some of this meat."

"What-? No! Tell me why I'm not getting any better!"

"Why should I? You should trust me. I'm your doctor, after all." HE pauses for a moment. "Well... actually, I am not legally allowed to call myself a doctor... I suppose I'm more of a healer... regardless, you should just trust me."

"Not until you tell me why I'm not getting better..."

"You're sure you want the truth?"

...

"Fine then. I've decided not to cure you."

"WHAT-?! Why the hell not?!"

"I want to see how far it will progress. I want to see the extent of what your body can survive… after all, you've survived much longer than anyone would in your condition… so I'd like to test your limits." He hands you the plate of meat. " Now, we need to make sure the mushrooms inside you continue to live, as such you must have protein to build more flesh and muscle for it to feed on… of course I'll provide you other foods every now and again to keep you alive and healthy, but for now it's important I feed you meat. Enjoy."

"But you told me you would cure me-!"

Jade shoves the piece of steak into your mouth.

"Oh goodness, no. Not in your state. Your infection has progressed to such a point that it would be MUCH more beneficial to keep you like this so we may study the mushroom's long-term effects on the body!" He giggles to himself. "Not to mention, I never said ANYTHING about curing you!"

"I-I'm going back to Dr. Rosehearts, I can't deal with this..."

"No no no, we can't have that! I have so many things I need to do to you... I need to take a blood test… and a sample of both the mushroom and your skin… and a full body exam… ohhh, I need to do so many things to you~ Now sit still."

He suddenly injects you with some kind of syringe...

You try your hardest to ignore the increasing feeling of dizziness and exhaustion...

...

But you're just so tired now...

You slowly lose yourself to the... whatever he injected you with...

"Yes, yes... go to sleep, my personal little experiment...~" He smiles in an almost evil way. "Don't worry, I'm only doing this to you for the betterment of humanity!"

Even in your current state, you can tell he's lying to you...

"I'll see you again soon, my patient."

#jade leech #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #yandere twst x reader #jade leech x reader #yandere jade leech x reader #yandere jade leech #twst jade x reader #twst jade #twst jade leech

[blackbackedjackal]

What was the weirdest thing you've worked on taxidermy-wise? It doesn't have to be like an unusual species, but maybe something odd about the anatomy when you first prepped an animal, or finding an odd color morph or something (or maybe a little of everything lol since you're very into like genetics and collecting Weird Bone specimens with wry noses and extra teeth).

One that really sticks with me is the coyote that solidified my interest in doing research on pathologies seen in the species.

Notice the strange greenish stain on both the jawbone and in the teeth? I'd never seen staining like this before and at this point had been collecting and cleaning some really strange coyotes for a while.

Unless I'm the person who cleans the animal, I'm often missing vital information and clues left in the skin or tissue to figure out what caused a certain abnormality. I'm careful about cleaning every animal separately, all the while taking notes of any initial strange things I see during the cleaning process. Before the skull was clean enough to me to notice the green staining, I did see some pitch black stains where the bullet I assumed had killed the animal was stuck in the tissue. Not an uncommon thing as I'd seen that kind of staining before. These are typically perimortem injuries, around the time of death, so the injury shows no obvious signs of healing. The bullet or fragments of it break off in the tissue when the animal is killed and will still be left in the tissue by the time I get to work. Lead-based ones can stain the bones a dark color while soaking and typically whitens up after being process, but this one didn't.

Not only were the teeth this strange green color, but the surrounding bone had a lot of heavy bloodstaining. This is typically caused from brute force impact injuries, like animals hit by cars but are alive for at least several minutes after being hit. It's usually related to bruising, but in some cases is also be seen in areas where the bone or tissue around the bone is infected. It's these dark pink spots around the orbit and jaw.

I saw where the bullet had struck the animal, but before it was clean assumed this was the bullet that killed the coyote. It's not uncommon for trappers or hunters to shoot animals in the head to kill the animal quickly but there was no bullet hole in the cranium. There was however, a fragment of the bullet lodged in the right body of the maxilla, right in where the marrow and some blood vessels that supply blood to the jaw and teeth were.

This wasn't what killed the coyote. The fragment was lodged in living tissue, long enough that the coyote was suffering from lead poisoning. here's another angle where you can see where the fragment was lodged and how bad the stain was near the point of contact.

In typical Americans hate coyotes form, someone had shot at this coyote at least several weeks before the coyote was killed. Could have been a missed shot and the coyote escaped, but people are extremely cruel and disrespectful to the species, and will shoot at them to haze and injure them, but not kill them. Injuries and infections like this will greatly effect the coyote's ability to hunt, so that can cause them to become "problem" coyotes. They're too sick or injured to hunt wild animals effectively, and will be more prone to scavenging or opportunistic behaviors like attacking outdoor pets or farm animals. Again, I can't determine why the animal was shot to begin with, but I do know why it was killed several weeks later. It was sick, injured, and probably acting really strange. At that point the coyote being killed was blessing, as it would have suffered for weeks before succumbing to it's injures and infection.

When I buy an already cleaned/partially cleaned skull online, I have to work in reverse to identify potential causes of the pathologies I see. Many sellers won't take note of any shards or fragments or foreign objects in the tissue while cleaning. I often loose important clues as to the exact cause of the abnormality. When I clean them myself, I make sure to save everything I find in the tissue and take notes. That way I can refer back to them when I find strange things like this.

Though it greatly saddens me to see any animal suffer in such a way, I know it's important work because it gives me solid information I can use to educate others about coyotes. This skull was sitting in this person's freezer for at least a year or so before I happened to get it in a bulk lot of raw skulls I purchased to clean for sales and for research. It's been invaluable already as it's one of the skulls I cite a lot when doing public education and getting the people I get coyotes from thinking more critically about the species. Many of the taxidermists, hunters farmers, trappers, etc. I work with are very interested in the research we're doing, and like to know the stories of the ones they've crossed paths with. Many of them have stopped hunting coyotes in reckless ways, and no longer view them as pests. In fact, one guy I get coyotes from went from killing maybe 5 or so a month before he met me, to about 5 every 6 months. He no longer views them as pests and pays attention to their behaviors much more closely. He now culls ones he notices are sick/injured on his camera traps or ones that are actively bothering or killing his livestock. He's had far less issues with his local coyotes overall by listening to the advice I've given him, and donates the ones he does take for our group's research. It's a win for everyone, less coyotes are killed indiscriminately, we get coyotes for research that are sourced responsibly and sustainably, and not only is he interested in our research, but he shares the information with his family and neighbors so they spread the information and have really changed the culture of how they feel about the animals and wildlife around them. It's really awesome to see.

Sorry that got into a little ramble but it's the weird animals that have really made such a huge impact on me and the people around me. I'm glad that even in death they can be used as ways to educate others and essentially "save" some of their living relatives. My goal is conservation, preservation, and education about the species, and working with pathological specimens is a big part of that c:

#ask #this got long and I don't feel like editing my grammar so I sure hope this is ok lol #faq

[lamprophonia]

》 [ yandere!Jock. ] 《

character intro. masterlist

yan!jock x gn!reader: yandere alphabet. 3227 words. reader referred to as 'you'. cw for general yandere behavior — manipulation, abduction, etc.

DO NOT USE OR REPOST MY WRITING ANYWHERE.

☆ A IS FOR AFFECTION. how do they show their love and affection? how intense would it get?

elijah's feelings are, to his dismay, very intense. he wishes they weren't, he wishes he could brush you off like he can anyone else, but that isn't the case, and he doesn't really know how to deal with that.

he's pretty uncomfortable with the fact that he has genuine feelings for you at all; this was just about winning you over, after all. he feels like he just fell in love with a lab specimen.

he will still show his affection, mostly by taking a near obsessive interest in whatever your hobbies are, but he refuses to call it what it is, insisting that any affectionate gestures mean nothing. he wants to be your partner for the group project because you're new, and he doesn't want you to feel awkward; not because he wants to spend time with you.

elijah is desperate to convince both you and himself that he doesn't care, all while going out of his way to do things for you.

☆ B IS FOR BLOOD. how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

the only problem elijah has with getting messy for darling's sake is that it makes him look like he cares. he'd get more comfortable with it the more comfortable he gets with his own feelings. he doesn't really have any moral objections to it in the first place. generally the type of guy to fix his problems with his fists, so this isn't really out of the ordinary for him.

☆ C IS FOR CRUELTY. how would they treat their darling once abducted? would they mock them?

elijah abducting his darling is an interesting idea in the first place; he'd either do it out of desperation or because he actually got so comfortable with them, he'd be able to just stop caring. either implies reaching some level of instability that would be unfamiliar and strange for him, but i can see it happening.

he wouldn't outright mock his object of fascination, but he definitely would lightly tease them about being so trusting.

you noticed elijah wasn't actually nice as he pretended, you learned he was more than prone to violent outbursts, and you still got close enough for him to be able to abduct you? silly little darling, are you trying to get snatched up by someone?

☆ D IS FOR DARLING. aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

generally shadowing you. outside of the regular stalking you can expect from a yandere, elijah starts to follow you around and acting like the two of you are friends. he's going to insert himself into your life, whether you want it or not.

☆ E IS FOR EXPOSED. how much of their heart do they bare to their darling? how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

absolutely nothing. at first, it's because elijah himself is confused about why he even likes you in the first place, then because he's gone into absolute denial.

yes, he saw someone shove past you in the hallway and wanted to knock their teeth in, but no, that doesn't mean he cares. he's just really passionate about anti-bullying measures in eastview. don't read into it. or into why all of a sudden you have all the same class and extracurriculars together. or into why he keeps running into you.

it doesn't mean anything. stop asking questions.

even if you two get together, he's not going to be in the habit of being emotionally vulnerable with you. he knows there's no hiding from his feelings anymore, but that doesn't mean he's going to start actually acknowledging them.

☆ F IS FOR FIGHT. how would they feel if their darling fought back?

it's funny that you think that will work. elijah regards any attempts at resistance as just... unironically really funny. rejecting him was what got him interested in you in the first place, you really think any continued rejection is going to have the opposite effect? he doesn't even try to hide his amusement. probably drops the "insanity is doing the same thing and expecting different results" quote on you with a smug smile.

☆ G IS FOR GAME. is this a game to them? how much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

it definitely starts off as a game, or at least a... study. it becomes more serious as time goes on (to elijah's dismay), but still, he would be more entertained than upset with his darling's attempts at escaping. it's almost cute. just... why do you think it's going to work? he's not leaving, and he's made that abundantly clear.

☆ H IS FOR HELL. what would be their darling's worst experience with them?

elijah's persistence. he just plain doesn't care that you don't want him around. he doesn't care how many times you make sure he knows you don't want him around. he's staying, and you can't do anything about it. hell, he finds your constant protests funny.

i would imagine that if it got to the point where you constantly told elijah about how much you don't want him to continue following you, where you made it clear that you hate him (and in return, elijah made it clear he finds that incredibly entertaining), he would just... stop all pretense of normalcy. he wouldn't bother with hiding the stalking and breaking into your house.

no use, if you already hate him, right? get ready to get up some time in the middle of the night to find elijah sitting on his phone, reading a book, or just looking around your room, as he casually reveals he was watching you sleep... and that it definitely wasn't the first time he's done so.

☆ I IS FOR IDEALS. what kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

elijah hasn't thought much about his ideal future with his darling because it'd require him to actually confront his feelings for you, which he avoids like the plague.

he knows the idea of being separated from you or seeing anyone else with you hurts him — causes his hands to shake and his jaw to clench, from anxiety or from anger; he's not exactly sure. the alternative, however, is pulling himself together and not only accepting the fact he's into you but also gathering the courage to ask you out for the second time, which just sounds humiliating, and it's not like he even likes you, so why would he do that, and no, absolutely not, he refuses.

☆ J IS FOR JEALOUSY. do they get jealous? do they lash out or find a way to cope?

elijah's jealousy is the first thing that makes him realize that his feelings for you go beyond a mild fascination. he was fine, hell, he was getting comfortable around you, even thinking he might actually enjoy your presence, to his own surprise– until he saw someone hit on you. the realization hit him. if he didn't like you, why did he want to give whatever poor sap dared flirt with you a bloody nose?

he doesn't lash out at you, at most making some snide comments about how honestly, you could do much, much better (he means himself, please take the hint). his main way of coping with the frustration and anger he feels is pouring it all into sports, so let's hope that whoever he ends up playing against or even practicing with can take getting tackled with all the aggression of an entitled prick like elijah.

☆ K IS FOR KISSES. how do they act around or with their darling?

with his darling, elijah acts like they're already friends. hell, probably better. elijah's generally fake and overly nice to everyone, but with you, he lets a bit more of his real personality shine — obviously, not fully, he still has to maintain some standard of common decency — but he's stopped acting so sweet you worry your teeth might rot.

he's more sarcastic, regularly shit talks others to you as if you two were the only two intelligent people in the entire school, teases you relentlessly; he's definitely more rude, but he also seems more relaxed.

don't get too attached, though. elijah will spend half of lunch period bitching to you about one of his so called friends from the football team, and just when you think he might actually be a genuine person, he'll turn around and spend the other half with the person he just called the most incompetent moron in the entirety of eastview high, laughing and playing nice.

☆ L IS FOR LOVE LETTERS. how would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

to court you, elijah would have to actually acknowledge that he wants to date you, which he is not ready or willing to do. therefore, anything that hints at the romantic feelings he holds towards you, he will brush off immediately as you reading too much into things.

he does some nice things. makes a conscious, bordering on obsessive effort to learn about your hobbies and would gladly listen to you talk about them for hours. he does other, less nice things, like the snide remarks aimed at any potential love interest or the violent tendencies towards anyone who looks at you wrong.

either way, if you bring up anything he does, nice or otherwise, elijah will still shut down and go right into denying his feelings.

☆ M IS FOR MASK. are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

yes.

it's a shame elijah isn't a theatre kid, seeing as he's probably the best actor in the entirety of eastview. he has his sweet golden boy routine perfected. everything about him, his clothes, his mannerisms, his words, is perfectly manicured to the last hair on his head. he's known as being a genuinely kind person — a bit straight-laced, but chill enough. he's the designated driver type of friend.

to you, he's a bit different. whenever you two speak, elijah seems more relaxed; more cheeky, more sarcastic. more mean, sure, but in a way that you can't exactly call out without being told you can't take a joke. he talks shit about his main friend group to you, bitches about teachers and exams. it all seems much more authentic than the way you've seen him act with others, and you can't tell if it's comforting or not. probably both.

both of those, however, are facades.

facades that hide the fact that underneath it all, elijah is a self-centered and entitled brat. just one with enough self-awareness to realize that treating people like shit isn't going to get him anywhere. he instead approaches social situations in a way that's almost too pragmatic. he's learned how to paint a picture of himself as helpful and sweet, how to get people to like him.

☆ N IS FOR NAUGHTY. how would they punish their darling?

elijah knows, for the most part, at least, that he has no right to punish you. he is self-aware enough to know that you are allowed to flirt with that guy and that it's not your fault, and he's the one with issues for acting like it's in any way his business– but also, he's not exactly the healthy type.

the most he can do in terms of punishment for breaking up whatever imaginary rules he feels you should be following is be rude, and he makes full use of that. he begins making passive-aggressive and snide remarks that toe the line between teasing and abject cruelty, giving him just enough plausible deniability to keep you confused and compliant.

☆ O IS FOR OPPRESSION. how many rights would they take away from their darling?

none explicitly. elijah wouldn't really want to give his darling outright rules; all of those would be kept safe in the depths of his twisted little head, so he wouldn't take away any rights from his darling... technically.

the catch is that elijah is also very good at instilling fear in his darling. you can just tell when he's upset, when you broke one of those unspoken rules. his jaw tenses, his shoulders raise, and something about his eyes makes you wonder how anyone could ever believe him to be kind and sweet.

he wouldn't take away any of your rights, but he would be good at making you comply just by the subtle threatening aura he gives off.

so elijah never actually said you can't talk to any other guys than him, but he certainly wouldn't complain if he learned that since becoming friends with him, you felt uneasy about doing so. that same rule applies to every single guideline he never laid out for you.

☆ P IS FOR PATIENCE. how patient are they with their darling?

until you hate him, his patience is downright saintly. elijah is persistent as hell, and he can take his sweet time shadowing you, talking to you, worming his way into your life like a 6'5" parasite, not revealing dropping too many hints as to his intentions or his real nature.

once you do express the fact you hate him — that you think he's a creep, a weirdo, whatever number of insults you choose to sling at him — he switches up really quickly. still with that angelically calm expression, he doesn't care about putting up any walls anymore. elijah gets very comfortable about proving you right about just how creepy and obsessive his behavior can get.

☆ Q IS FOR QUIT. if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

if elijah's darling dies, he will simply settle back into who he was before meeting you, only infinitely more bitter and apathetic. the same fake smiles that hide the same self-centered asshole, one who has now lost all hope of ever changing. he never felt the need to get better before, but now that he's lost you, there's no one to even try for anymore.

he'll probably live a pretty successful life by traditional measures. go to a decent college, get a decent job, get married, and have 2.5 kids. all of it will be a hollow shell, missing the only person that he felt genuine — albeit definitely not normal — care towards.

elijah wouldn't let his darling leave, but if you somehow escaped without him managing to stop you, the above will also apply. he doesn't have the unlimited resources he would need to track you down, so once you're gone... you're gone.

then, the above will happen. elijah will move on on the surface, pretending he never cared anyway. he'll settle back into his niche, but this time, not bitter or apathetic — instead, angry and sad. pray to whoever you believe in that the two of you won't meet again because if you do, he will start the cycle of his obsession all over again. only this time, elijah knows the pain of letting you go.

and he's not about to make the same mistake twice.

☆ R IS FOR REGRET. would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? would they ever let their darling go?

not on his own.

elijah might start feeling guilty after you start expressing the fact you're unhappy. at first, he'll tease and make fun of you about your pouting, but if you keep it up, it'll be enough to make him feel the slightest amount of guilt.

not enough to let you go, mind you. but enough to compromise on a few things, enough to keep you vaguely fulfilled and just on the verge of happiness.

☆ S IS FOR STIGMA. what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

elijah was nigh emotionless for nearly all his life, feeling mostly a very mild mix of smug superiority and equally smug disgust with others for most of his life. the fascination you spark within him is unlike anything he's felt before, which later morphs into genuine care and feelings.

☆ T IS FOR TEARS. how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

you crying, screaming, or isolating yourself puts elijah in a very uncomfortable situation.

on one hand, his instincts — his newly found emotions — are also screaming, crying, and downright begging for him to to and comfort you. to wrap you in his arms, kiss the top of your head, and... get you ice cream? something along those lines. he's not very good at comforting people. they're also pleading for him to physically rip apart whatever is causing you distress, but that's secondary.

on the other hand, elijah's colder and more analytical side steps in whenever he gets that urge. the idea of doing that, of showing how much he cares, makes him so uncomfortable he wants to turn on his heel and never see you again, which in turn makes him hurt, which in turn makes him uncomfortable, and... yeah, it's a vicious cycle of emotional constipation.

if elijah was the cause of your distress, his discomfort only increases. he hates that he hurt you, and he hates that he hates it. it's debatable whether he'll actually adjust his behavior, but he will offer an apology and a hug, if you'll take it. he can't afford to lose you, after all.

in the end, a somewhat satisfying compromise is achieved. he's never quite affectionate — not as much as he wishes to be — but he might ease up a bit on teasing you. give you a half-hearted squeeze. however, what elijah lacks in emotional vulnerability, he makes up for in fists and a willingness to punch things. or people. or both.

☆ U IS FOR UNIQUE. would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

elijah's pretty typical in this regard. he's definitely obsessed and definitely not opposed to violence. he's just a bit of an emotionally unavailable asshole about it.

☆ V IS FOR VICE. what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

it'd take a considerable amount of time, but underneath all the smug superiority and emotional constipation, to put it lightly, his affection for you is still genuine. it comes from a twisted sense of fascination, sure, but he can't avoid his feelings forever.

there is some possibility that elijah's darling is able to manipulate him using the sincerity of his feelings. it would take a lot of finesse, but it could be done. once it's done, it probably wouldn't be too much of a nightmare to get away. he doesn't have unlimited resources to count on, so you would most likely be able to lose him and regain some sense of normalcy.

☆ W IS FOR WIT'S END. would they ever hurt their darling?

emotionally or mentally? yeah, pretty likely, given he is a yandere. physically? if he ever did, it would be an accident, and elijah would be left terrified of himself. a single bruise he gives you would probably make him rethink how he behaves from the ground up, which sounds good, until it makes him go into basically helicopter parenting. he'd start treating you like you're fragile — a delicate porcelain doll that he's already made the tragic mistake of hurting once. mellodramatic little shit.

☆ X IS FOR XOANON. how much would they revere or worship their darling? to what length would they go to win their darling over?

elijah's obsession is not so much worship or devotion as it is a scientific study. even after his initial interest grows into actual affection, he feels the need to learn everything about you. what is it that makes you different from everyone else? you're a mystery he desperately wants to solve.

elijah's not exaftly focused on courting you, though. since the fact he has any feelings for you at all has come as a surprise to himself, he's not exactly sure what to do. he is vastly unprepared. as mentioned a few letters above, attempting to get your attention is a task that requires acknowledging and making peace with his own emotions, which is not something he plans on doing anytime soon. he will still get more affectionate, but like a middle schooler with a crush, he'll insist it's all meaningless.

☆ Y IS FOR YEARN. how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

a few months, most likely. elijah is persistent, but he is still in a high school setting — assuming his obsession starts early during senior year, he can't have you running off to some college across the country come june! if he can't get you willingly by may, that's when the last of the strings holding his psyche together go snap, and he decides to stop fucking around. you might actually get the slightest bit of reprieve from his shadowing at this point, as he stars feverishly planning your post-graduation disappearance. it won't last too long, though, and whatever time he missed with you, he will make up tenfold.

perhaps your cab never makes it to the airport, and you don't even get a chance to make it to your dream school. perhaps you do, but your roommate doesn't see you at all after move-in day, and it takes your parents to realize you're not just busy with your studies, you're just gone. whatever. elijah will figure out the details soon enough — he's more focused on what will come after.

☆ Z IS FOR ZENITH. would they ever break their darling?

probably. elijah definitely wouldn't have any moral problems with the idea. he doesn't really care; he'd love for you to be yourself, perfectly fine and dandy, but if he breaks you along the way... well. he won't lose any sleep over it.

#🏅 // e. steele #writing #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere x darling

[cyberrose2001]

hi hope you're well, a kinda long text coming...

with all the requests FILLED (literally) with joy with optimus, I shall be the one to break it HAHAHA so... can you do like a scenario where the reader and optimus are happy living their lives with the sparklings (imagine triplets!!!) everything is perfect but then........

optimus wakes up from his dream and realizes it all, the perfect family is not real, the reader is not alive, not being able to live with it, he suffers everyday bc of those dreams, he traps himself in this "reality" of his dreams (like that episode fr tfp on Megatron's mind) and isolate himself

hope that's not to sad >:) and if you're comfortable writing this, if not sorry.

Thank you author ❤️❤️❤️

TFP Optimus x human!fem!reader

you're very welcome anon!! this took waaaay too many drafts HAHA but im quite happy with it now, this is such a sad concept and now i just wanna give op a hug :(

I should also mention that I left the details of the sparklings biology unspecified. Whether you prefer them to be cybertronian, human or half-and-half is up to you! <3

Warnings: Angst, SFW

Word count: 1436

“Optimus, honey?” The wonderful voice of his lover called out to him. Closing the front door behind him, Optimus breathes a sigh of relief. Her soft voice calling out his name plays on repeat in his processor. “Is that you? Could you come and help me for a second?”

He had no idea how he got so lucky, to start a family with who he considers the most beautiful specimen in the known universe. Together, they both created three sparklings, all triplets and it was further proof that either Primus or another deity of life had seen the good that Optimus had done and blessed him with both her and sparklings. The day he found out that she was pregnant with them was the first time in his life that he experienced pure joy, the second time was when she gave birth to his little ones and officially became a sire.

With a soft smile, Optimus follows her voice to the playroom of the quaint house he calls home. He is thankful that mass displacement technology exists, allowing him to comfortably live in the house with his family. He observes from the doorway as his sparklings play with stuffed toys and little building blocks, making an absolute mess of the room. He clears his throat and leans against the doorway with folded servos, “I hope you young ones are going to help your mother with cleaning up.”

Three small heads perk up at the voice of their sire, all of them dropping their toys and bouncing over to him. He kneels down and gives his two sons a strong hug, pecking them both on the heads with kisses.

“Daddy!” The last born of the three calls out to him. Optimus chuckles softly as he opens his arms for her, embracing her close to his chassis. Now Optimus is not the one to pick favourites with his sparklings and loves them all equally, but his only daughter was the first one to hug him whenever he came home. She was also the one who took the most interest in his stories of when he was the great leader of the Autobots, constantly begging for her sire to re-tell them as a bedtime story, with the more graphic details left out. It makes the inner archivist within Optimus swell with pride that at least one of his sparklings has taken a liking to the history of his home planet.

“Hello, my sweetspark.” Optimus nuzzles his faceplate to her nose, enjoying the little giggles that erupted from her. He picks her up and places her on his hip, a servo supporting her under her bottom, “Did you have fun today?”

“Yeah! Look what I do!” His toddler babbles as she points to a large tower made out of the small plastic blocks. It wasn’t very impressive by Cybertronian standards of what sparklings can do, but it doesn’t matter to Optimus, he will gush over anything that his kids build or draw in order to expand their creativity.

“Did you build that?” Optimus smiles at her, “How clever of you, honey.”

She nods eagerly, a big grin on her face, “Mommy helped!”

“Did she?” He looks towards his wife who was kneeled on the floor, stomach swollen with the life of another sparkling. She was sorting out the seemingly endless pile of toys that was thrown about on the floor. Optimus can’t help but admire his wifes devotion to their children, playing with them even when heavily pregnant. The incredible and important job of being a mother is something that Optimus has learned and respected during his time on Earth, especially after witnessing it firsthand.

“I did, now could you help me get up off the floor?” She chuckles, a hand rubbing her pregnant stomach.

Optimus carefully steps over the toys to walk over to her. He offers his servo and she graciously took it, pulling her up off the floor. She huffs a little bit and tries to catch her breath, bent knees trying to brace the weight of her unborn child.

“Thank you, love.” She sighs, lightly tracing the servo that still held onto her hand, “You would think I’d learn from my previous pregnancy to not get on the floor.”

Optimus laughs softly, readjusting his daughter on his hip, “It is probably not the wisest decision.”

She laughs, reminiscing the memory of her stuck on the floor while she was pregnant with the triplets, and he can feel himself falling in love with her all over again. She is absolutely glowing, and Optimus can’t help but bask in her natural beauty. Leaning forward, he presses a chaste kiss to her lips, smiling through it as he hears their sparklings protest as most children do when they see their parent’s smooch, “Yucky, Daddy!”

 He pulls away from the kiss and brushes a servo across the tight skin of her stomach, feeling the little kicks of their soon-to-be newborn. Optimus doesn’t want to jinx anything yet, but he prays to Primus that it is another little girl.

She smiles and places her own hand on top of his, sharing the moment together. But Optimus does not notice that her smile faltered for a second.

“Optimus, you know that this can’t last forever.” His wife whispers quietly so that the sparkling he held can’t hear.

Optimus perks his helm up to look at her, confusion plastered on his face, his gentle caresses on her stomach halting for a moment, “What cannot last forever?”

She reaches a soft hand out to caress his faceplates, a small tear threatening to spill down her flushed cheeks. Despite being incredibly confused at his wife’s turn of behaviour, Optimus felt a need to comfort her and returns the gesture to wipe her own tears away.

“It’s not healthy for you… you need to wake up.”

Taking a step back, digits leave her face as he nearly trips on the carpet. The words that just left your lips made his spark sink to the floor. There was no way that Optimus was dreaming, he refused to believe, not when everything that has happened within the last few months felt so real and genuine. As quick as he felt his spark sink, the cosy home that surrounded his family began to crumble and disappear around him, falling into an endless cold void. The weight of his daughter on his hip was no longer there. The softness of his wife’s hand had disappeared. Optimus was left with nothing but the darkness of his empty mind. And at that point, Optimus felt his own optics lubricate and fall down into the void, the last echoes of his wife reaching his audial receptors.

“Optimus…”

“Optimus.”

“Optimus!”

Optics snap open, scanning the ceiling above him. In an instant, he sits up right on the berth below and vents heavily. He looks around carefully at his environment and realises that he is in his berthroom on the Autobot base, it feels lifeless.

“Hey, hey, take it easy.” A gentle yet firm voice reassures and pushes him back onto the berth, “I heard a distress signal from your internal instruments, is everything alright?”

Optimus recognises Ratchet, but the old bots words are drowned out by his processor running on overdrive. His wife, his sparklings, and his unborn little one are no-where to be found. Frantic optics flicker around every inch of the emptiness of his berthroom, hoping and wishing that they would be waiting just outside the room or hiding somewhere, playing that fun earth game called hide-and-seek that he enjoyed playing with his sparklings.

Ratchet notices the distant look in his friend’s optics and places a servo on his shoulder to try and ground him to the present, “Optimus, you’re fine, it seems as if you have just experienced a nightmare.”

His grip on the berth was hard. That was no nightmare. That was his life, a life that has now been taken away from him as a cruel punishment. All Optimus had ever wanted was right there in his grasp. He didn’t care about his friends, and he didn’t care about the Autobot cause anymore.

He just wants his family back.

“It was not.” Optimus whispers out, vocaliser stuttering. He knew Ratchet wouldn’t understand the monumental loss that he had just suffered, but Optimus could not deal with his old friend at this point in time. Just as Ratchet was about to question him, Optimus lets out a pained sob.

“Please…” He held his helm in his servos as lubricant began leaking from his optics once again, “Just leave me be.”

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