#a man feeding a cat by unknown

[jimmy-j-james]

Price x venom male reader

Price finds reader on a mission and decides "You're coming home with me" and surprise adopts them, and at first the reader is not trusting price at all, lashes out a lot and overall acting like a scared animal, but price is patient and slowly the reader warms up to him and at some point he sticks to price like a cat and is protective of him

Please and thank you

PARASITE

- M!venom!reader x Price

- Proofread:

- Genre: Fluff

- Synopsis: On a lone mission, Price finds himself in a lab. Abandoned and dark, he’s unable to see the terrors that lurk, finding himself infected with some sort of parasite after mistaking it for a wounded animal.

- Warning: Partially descriptive gore(?)

- Do note that I do not own the venom concept, the marvel franchise does. I simply own this piece of work.

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“Hello?” John calls out, his voice echoing throughout the deserted building. His gun is raised idly as he walks, the light attached being his only form of sight in the generally pitch black building.

A few objects glow within the dark; buttons, screens, old lamps. All of which flickering or slowly draining of power. It’s eerie, of course, giving a chill down the man’s spine.

He swears something moves in the corner of his eye, but when he turns it’s nothing but a glowing button. Bright and tempting, one of the only buttons on the control panel that seems to work.

Slowly approaching, the Brit holds his finger over the switch, hesitant to see its reaction. With a deep sigh, he presses down. It clicks, and something within the area opens, followed by a strange squelching sound.

“Bloody hell..” he mumbles, shaking his head before going back to investigating. Something to his left crashes, and once his light shines towards that area he’s founded with something strange.

Within the darkness of a corner, there’s a strange shape. It appears breathing and alive, and John can’t help but take it for a scared animal. His expression softens, approaching the desk. “Poor lil’ lad,” he coos, relying on the strap of his gun to hold the firearm, he holds out his hand.

Shockingly enough, the slimy creature crawls into his hand. He hadn’t expected the creature to be so.. cold and wet. A pure black blob of nothing, though it seemed to be living. “The hell ‘re you..” he stays quiet, not wanting to startle the creature, though it seems to fail as it spikes up and rapidly moves.

John panics, immediately trying to brush off the hostile creature, only to shout out as it merges within his body. The moments are painful before all goes calm, panting and sweating from the exertion of the infection alone.

Panicked enough, he opts to leave the premises in a haste. “Laswell.. the fuck was wrong with that place?”

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A day passes, and John feels like he’s dying. Always hot and hungry and even paranoid. He feels insane the first time he hears it. A voice low and raspy, causing him to desperately search for the cause. There’s nothing when he looks, but he hears the voice again.

“Hungry.”

It’s demanding, losing patience clearly, though John can’t find the source. Instead, he fists into his hair, shaking his head and muttering curses to himself.

“What are you??” He calls out mindlessly, not expecting any reply from the voice he claimed to be an auditory hallucination.

“Not what, who.”

It replies, still seemingly irritated. John shakes his head once more, squeezing his eyes shut. “No.. no.. it- you’re not real.”

“I am (c/n).”

And then he sees it. That black liquid like form, taking shape of a head beside his own. It’s smiling, one of sadistic and cruel intents as it practically drools over the man.

“And I am hungry.”

The Brit is then shoved against the wall by an unknown source, groaning in pain as his head makes contact.

“You feed me, I will keep you alive.”

John can’t believe he’s seeing.. feeling this. Connected to the strange parasite, feeling it’s hunger, seeing its form.. it’s surreal.

“Mm- fuck- okay.. I’ll feed you.” He grunts, holding his head before the pain seemingly vanishes. He doesn’t bother questioning it, making his move to the bases kitchen.

He’s thankful it’s late, opening the fridge and illuminating the dark area with the cool light. “The hell do you eat anyways…?” He mutters more to himself then the creature.

A slimy tentacle of sorts appears, reaching into the fridge, tossing things around before spotting it’s prize. A simple chocolate bar, marked with a sticky note reading ‘Gaz’ do not eat’. However, the creature ignores the note and happily holds onto the candy.

“That’s not yours, you can’t take that.” Price lectures, trying to take it from the symbiote.

‘Mine.’

It snarls, smacking at the host before carelessly throwing it into it’s large mouth.

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Their hostility continues throughout the next few weeks. The parasite threatening and taking while John can only scold it for it’s careless behaviour. Their bond is pure rivalry, but something further underlies beneath.

John feeds the creature, and in return he’s kept alive and safe. It almost feels like having cat. The same ignorant sense until it wants something.. he’s never been much a fan of cats, but a symbiote? He’d have to deal with it..

It wasn’t until their first mission together that things grew more serious. Price had been shot in the shoulder, and based off the looks of it, it wouldn’t be likely he lived.

Of course, unknowingly to him, the symbiote worked to heal his body. The bullet dropped loose from his skin, the area quickly healing over.. he thought it was the effects of an upcoming death. Of course, his thoughts changed when he noticed that familiar black inky texture cover his arms.

It slowly travelled, working to shield his whole body before (c/n) was in full control. The symbiote was beyond pissed. How dare they hurt his human.

There wasn’t much John could see or hear throughout the chaos and protection of (c/n), though he was able to make out the faint screams and shouts of pain and terror.

He could make out the sound of someone choking out on their own blood, sobbing and begging for help through the gurgled cries. The tearing of flesh that followed with a scream, a metallic smell growing overwhelming as it continued.

There were pleas and gunshots, though John was never injured by these as he relied on the symbiote. Of course, the creature let it’s rage freely flow.

No mercy shared between the enemy soldiers as he ripped and tossed those who dare tried to harm his John. He fed of their terror and flesh, drinking their blood and basking in the screams. There was no stopping him as he continued his massacre.

It wasn’t until everything was silent.. all enemies dead, none left untouched. The 141 circled around the beast, their guns aimed and ready if any threat showed. But.. nothing was done as the symbiote respectfully retreated back into the comfort of John’s own skin, leaving the male to his own petrified team.

“I can explain?”

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“You can explain?” Laswell argues, pacing back and forth as John sits in a chair at the end of the table. “John, how do you expect we explain an alien creature using you as some.. host, to do God knows what!?”

“He hasn’t hurt anyone!” He argues, earning a glare from the woman.

“It absolutely did! Did you not see what that thing did on the field? What happens if it targets us next, John?” She continues, staring down at the man, brows furrowed in a look of stress.

“She does not like me?”

John groans, holding his head in his hands. “That’s not true.. she’s just confused…” he mumbles, having not expected for the woman to hear.

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Laswell scowls, eyeing the male with a look of anger.

“It- he talks to me.. he doesn’t want to hurt anyone.” John informs, feeling stupid, considering it was unlikely she’d believe anything he said.

“And you’re just going to trust this thing?”

“He saved my life, Kate. Why else would he do that?”

“It just needs a host.” She grunts, taking a seat of her own.

John sends a glare of his own, “He could take any host he possibly wants!”

“I do not want a different host. You are mine.”

“He um..” he pauses, unsure if he should tell the woman “he said he doesn’t want another host.. just wants me.”

Laswell sighs, calming herself before looking John in the eyes. “And how do we know we can trust him?”

“I have been good! I helped!”

“He helped us on field. He saved me, and no one on our team was injured by him.” The captain informs, speaking out for the symbiote.

Kate pauses, sitting silently as she thinks it’s over. “Fine.. we’ll keep it on the down low. And- just keep the damn thing under control?”

“I like her! Feisty!”

John rolls his eyes, though a smile tugs at his lips “He appreciates it. Thank you, Kate.”

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#cod x male reader #price x male reader #captain price x male reader #john price x male reader #price mw2

[feistyfreaks]

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄.

PERVERT!LEON (PART 2)

content: dirty talk, teasing, nudes, sort of orgasm guiding, m+f!masterbation, phone sex.

note: thank you so much for all the support, i didn’t think secret recipe would get so much likes 😭!!, since you guys asked for a p2 here you go.

part one

you stopped halfway, tasting something foreign. you took a peak at what was inside and found a sticky substance. you looked at the box a tiny sentence written on the nicely decorated cardboard. “want to file a complaint? call..(the number listed)”

“what the?-“

that’s when the realization had hit you.

you weren’t going to be fooled so easily, he wrote that down on purpose. that damn bastard. he wanted you to call him. who did he think he was? hollywood?

you dialed the number listed on the cardboard box to prove your hypothesis…listening to the phone ring. maybe you should have just stuck to assuming.

“hey babe, didn’t think you’d actually call.”

your suspicions were correct, just as you suspected,

“did you like the taste sweetheart?” he added as you heard a snicker come from the other end of the phone.

your heart dropped.

“wait what? what did you put in it, did you poison me?!” you gasped, running into more assumptions. “no sweetheart, it’s just semen.” he laughed, “was it bitter, perhaps salty?”

you gasped louder.

“oh calm down princess you’re so dramatic.” he sighed, “i just couldn’t help myself.” he sneered.

that’s when you heard it, wet sloppy sounds could be heard along with a soft humming, “fuck, you don’t have a clue what you do to me.”

your eyes widened, had this man never failed to make your jaw drop. you were left speechless, again. you could’ve hung up but this was making you feel a different way —

listening to this was making your thighs tense up and impulsively rub against eachother for friction. your stomach fluttered with butterflies as you eavesdropped on his soft whimpers. “are you..?” you gulped, unsure of the answer you’d get in return.

“mhm, just for you baby.” he grunted, “wanna see?” he asked, and just before you could reply your phone dinged as a attachment popped up from an unknown number.

you bit your lip hesitantly, well did curiosity kill the cat because you opened it anyway. what were you even doing?

you were supposed to be scolding him for being so inconsiderate, for having such profane behavior, for speaking filth to a woman and for having such poor manners!

your eyes blown wide with lust, pussy throbbing with arousal. and yet there was the image infront of you, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself as sticky fluids dripped from his angry tip. “like what you see?”

“i-yes-i mean..”

what were you even saying?

your hand gripped tightly on the leather seat. you wanted to like it, you wanted more..

and yet there was this burning desire fueling inside you, your hand slipping in between your legs. god you didn’t even know the guy but he was making you wet. your hand played around with the waistband of your panties, finally giving in as you slipped your hand inside. digits hovering over your clit, your teeth dug onto your bottom lip.

“y’know.. i was imagining having your pretty legs thrown over my shoulders, fucking you raw and making that sweet pussy all nice n creamy..” he groaned, making you flush a deep red from his explicit imagination, the image formed in your head now.

you couldn’t unsee it.

you let out a soft moan, eyes threatening to roll back when you rubbed yourself. both of your moans fulfilled the phones silence, “you’re so dirty.” you gasped, inserting two of your fingers into your empty hole. “yea, but you like it dirty don’t you baby?”

you quivered, shutting your eyes. you believed you were being hypnotized by him, otherwise you wouldn’t be doing something so filthy. next thing you know you were you were demanding him to feed your eyesight with more nudes, and to your request he turned on the front view of his camera, his hand pumping his length as his chest heaved. breathing heavily and talking more profanities.

“your turn, sweetheart.”

you hesitated at first..but yet you turned on your camera anyway, angling it at your skirt as the vision of your hand bobbing up and down filled the camera view.

“good girl.”

his praises motivated you to go on, slowly gathering the fabric of your skirt in a bunch, pulling it up to give him a peak of the wet patch in the middle of your panties. you pulled it aside revealing your dripping pussy making him grunt. “f-fuck i think i might just cum from the sight of your cunt baby.” he chuckled.

“keep touching yourself f’me, ugh, i’m almost there pretty girl.” leon moaned, the two of you speeding up your movements. your thighs clamped around your hand, and just before you knew it. “shit..” you gasped. your body heat increased rapidly, your thighs twitched and your eyes watering as you rubbed that spot on your clit. you felt as if you were going down a roller-coaster, tummy doing mini flips as your orgasm washed over you.

and next thing you know you both coming undone, his orgasm coating the phone’s screen and your body convulsed. you shut your lids so hard that when you opened them again you had to keep blinking. your vision was sort of blurry and your head felt dizzy.

that’s when you realized what you had just done.

you pulled your hand out of your panties, fingers sticky with your fluids,

“ugh, this is why i don’t do this type of stuff..”

#feistyfreaks #re2 leon #hornyhour #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #leon x y/n #leon x you #resident evil 2 #resident evil fanfiction #fanfiction #smut

[morose-melodies]

hiii! can u write yan capitano, or yan pierro, or yan pantalone with a darling that is very private and mysterious? in a sense that there is no information about darling or anything abour darling. thank you! ❤

untold past | yandere! pantalone x reader

content warning: brief mention of animal death and stalking??? idk what to call it but pantalone does background checks on reader!!

your routine is simple and remains the same.

you do nothing out of the ordinary and you're always content no matter what. you keep to yourself and don't go out much.

you have a pet cat and you moved to snezhnaya six months ago but where you're from originally is unknown. you live with a roommate, an older woman, and work with the adventure guild.

that's everything pantalone knows about you. that's all he can know about you. he has done multiple background checks on you but surface-level information seems to be the only thing he can get from it.

and it's starting to become a problem.

it started five months ago, a month after you came to snezhnaya. there you were, at a park, feeding cats, whilst gently cooing at them, what you were doing was sweet but he paid no true interest and went on his way.

a week later, he walked past the park once again and there you were, feeding the cats once again this time he called out to you, "excuse me?" you paused and turned to face him, your face flushed from the cold weather.

"yes?"

"could those cats be yours? if so, why haven't i seen you around before?"

"I like to pretend they are." you laughed, ignoring his last question and your laughter was sweet so he smiled.

"hm, take good care of those cats. some kids have been coming around and bothering them." then he walked away, not waiting for a reply.

the next week, he passed by once again, this time, he had you in mind when he passes, wondering if you'd be there and you were, with one less cat.

"hi," you waved at him and he paused in his steps, a small smile growing on his lips, as he motioned to the group of cats in front of you, "hello... there's a missing cat, did something happen?"

"I think he ran away... I'm not sure," you smiled, but it seemed doubtful and perhaps hesitant.

"what a shame."

"yeah, I'll probably go looking for him tomorrow," you pursed your lips as you ran your hand across the back of one of the cats.

tomorrow, huh?

"well, I wish you the best of luck... i never got your name."

"it's (y/n)."

"well, I wish you the best of luck, (y/n)."

(y/n)... pantalone smiled as he walked away.

later that night, when pantalone was alone with his thoughts, he thought about you.

you like cats, that's nice.

you seem kind.

you wear thick coats, the expensive kind.

along with the expensive kind of hats.

you must always be so warm.

a pen slowly rolled from his desk and dropped to the floor, causing pantalone to stop thinking of you and continue his work.

... should I help (y/n) tomorrow?

...

the next morning was cold and seemed still.

most people were still sleeping at this time, but not you, because you need to find a cat.

you shivered from underneath your coat as you walked through the park. this was out of the norm for you, you usually wouldn't wake up so early or come to the park two times in the same week.

this ruined your routine, but hopefully, it would all be worth it at the end. "where are you, louie?" louie was the cat's name you decided to give him.

near the front of the park, pantalone stood, hands pocketed and eyes weary. he stayed up last night, he thought about you and if he could come to help you.

this foreign feeling inside of his chest was starting to bother him, more and more. he decided to drop by the park and was going to make it seem like a coincidence, speak with you then leave.

and perhaps never speak to you again.

"where are you, louie?" you called out again, peaking behind trash bins, into hollowed trees and bushes.

"louie?"

you paused and turned to see the man who would occasionally walk past the park while you were here, "louie is the cat's name. if you saw him, you'd understand his name," you smiled.

"well, how does this louie look?" pantalone asked and you rubbed your chin before saying, "he's orange and kinda chunky and has a few dark brown spots on his back."

"oh, he sounds adorable, " but not as adorable as you, "ill keep a watchful eye out for him," pantalone smiled when he noticed your eyes light up, "thank you. he's a good cat, i wouldn't want him to get into trouble. "

...

trouble, huh?

pantalone passes the park every day, wondering when you'd be there, wondering if you'd go there for any reason other than to feed the cats which you only do on saturdays.

it was getting dark out as he passed by, but in the corner of his eye, he saw a cat. he paused, before glancing over to it and if he was correct, it was louie.

but louie didn't seem to have any life left in him. "... what a shame," he really wanted to bring louie back to you, alive. he wanted a reason to approach you, in a positive way, he didn't want to tell you louie was dead.

pantalone sighed, before continuing his walk home.

...

"did you ever see louie?" you asked, a wool scarf muffling your words as you spoke. pantalone hesitantly nodded.

it didn't take much to figure out louie was dead, considering he was nowhere to be seen. "he's dead?" you asked for confirmation and pantalone nodded once again.

"did he die naturally?"

"no. what happened to him was far from natural."

you pursed your lips, your gaze lowering, "that's a shame. he was a good cat, very cuddly. "

then you lifted your gaze to pantalone and said, "I never got your name, what is it?"

"pantalone."

...

it seemed to pantalone that you were the only thing he thought of. amid work, he thought of you and in the dead of night, he thought of you.

but who are you?

he knows barely knows anything of you. all he knows is your name and that you like cats... perhaps he should look into you a little.

just a little.

...

your routine is simple and remains the same.

you do nothing out of the ordinary and you're always content no matter what. you keep to yourself and don't go out much.

you have a pet cat and you moved to snezhnaya six months ago but where you're from originally is unknown. you live with a roommate, an older woman, and work with the adventure guild.

that's everything pantalone knows about you. that's all he can know about you. he has done multiple background checks on you but surface-level information seems to be the only thing he can get from it.

and it's starting to become a problem.

#yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere fatui harbingers #yandere pantalone x reader #yandere pantalone #pantalone #pantalone x reader

[kneelingshadowsalome]

hi! hope you are well <3 for the character ask game!

#21 - könig

#9 - simon & könig

#25 - tf141

Hey!! 🩷💌 I’m doing much better, thanks ^^ Got some good news this week that should help my life situation quite a bit next year!

Answers for the ask game:

I don’t prefer to write him as this dirty talking, “guide you through it” dom. I imagine König getting a little overwhelmed when he gets to have sex. He’s not eloquent enough to keep his dom game intact, I imagine things like heavy breathing and awkward noises and staring at you, dead in the eye without blinking instead O_O Maybe he blurts out something odd or pervy if he’s feeling exceptionally chatty, but mainly just concentrates on rutting you desperately, maybe tells you he’s about to cum… What a sweetheart <3

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

I like to do this “Tell them he’s neurodivergent without telling them he’s neurodivergent” thing with König. I also code him as mentally unstable in every story. Even the nun fic has a few hints of him not being entirely sane :D

I imagine Simon just disappearing without a trace for weeks and then coming back after I’ve just gotten used to him never being home. I’d be walking around in my bathrobe or something (oops this got super self-indulgent really fucking fast) and then I’d get flustered again, because how do you ever get to know your insanely hot, huge, stoic roommate, let alone get comfortable with them if they’re never there?!

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

With Simon? HAHAH I’d be so down bad for this man from day one and try to cover it by feigning disinterest or even ignorance. I’d be the cat who stares at a wall when he comes home (and then be a creep and sniff his gym shirt when he’s not looking)

Could I be roommates with König…. *wrings hands furiously* Uh, uh, uhhh, I think I’d be the type of roommate who makes coffee and food for the both of us, I’d get a bit motherly over this man. Try to flirt with him by feeding him and being extra sweet. I’d be flustered again but in a different way, try to cover it by acting like this cool soft girl or something :S

I think König would be more open to communication with how things should be arranged, wherein Simon would just do the dishes and disappear again without saying a word.

And why do I get the feeling that König would leave his dirty laundry lying around everywhere?? I’d nag about it just for the sake of seeing if he’d get embarrassed (he would!!). Yes, some unknown, ghastly mommy kink activated here for sure... omg

25. First impression(s) of TF141 and how I feel about them now

Simon “Ghost” Riley

First impression: Good God this man is annoying. So cringe. Please go see a therapist asap

Now: I’m sorry for everything I did to you <3 I’m sorry for babygirlifying you <3 <3 <3 It’s your own fault though, why are you so fine T_T

John “Soap” MacTavish

First impression: Wow wow wow what a fuckboy pretty boy puppy boy babe. Wow. And he’s Scottish? Could someone please punch this man???

Now: Stop it!!!!! Please stop hurting this man, what are you insane?!?

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

First impression: Aww. What a sweet boy ^^

Now: He’s sane, he’s sound, he’s disciplined and he’s husband material. It’s terrifying. Also why does no one dress him in full leather and give him a bike... I need him riding into the sunset without a care in the world. Let loose a bit. Go grab a bourbon and a girl and say goodbye to all that pew pew shit

Captain Jonathan Price

First impression: Oh look, it’s my husband! I wish he still smoked cigars….

Now: Oh look, it’s my husband! Maybe that’s why I don’t write fics about this man…......

#ask games

[sonicasura]

Biological Complications of a Half Troll

I just realized that Jim might've bitten way more than he could chew with becoming a half troll. Especially when you consider how shoddy the bath bomb Merlin made was. Like Jim can't even walk in sunlight without getting burned by the sun despite his human half. So biological angst ahoy!

Let's start with his age. He's around 16 so he still has a bit of growing to do as a human. Now here comes the troll side of the issue. 16 years old is literally still a baby for the species since they age more slower than humans.

Jim is now half of both. Would his growing rate remain the same or get fucked up from the troll side? Jim can potentially grow like a bloody bamboo as you can't forget how big trolls can get. Also his species is unidentified so yikes.

Like imagine turning seventeen throws you an extra three ft. Also it doesn't happen normally since the magical bath bomb is shoddy as fuck. Jim just walking under a door one day only to suddenly grow a few feet and put a hole through the roof with his horns.

Next is the appetite. You know Jim might need more food since he's now half troll. Experimenting with what the young man can eat is probably quite common. I won't be surprised if Jim craves a lot of raw meat as trolls do feed on animals. Possums, cats, HUMANS, etc. Imagine Jim just going feral and tries to eat whatever he can get his hands on from hunger. Fucking yikes.

I can't forget the dysphoria he must have either. Jim was shorter than his mother as human and is now a foot taller than her. No one could handle such a change so easily. Jim probably bumped his head or got himself stuck somewhere cause he unconsciously thinks he's still human size.

Next is features. I won't be surprised if Jim might get more than just stone skin and horns. A lot of people headcanon that he might have a tail under his armor since the Eclipse Armor covers his whole body.

Imagine what else might be hidden or he could potentially have as he ages because his troll half is still unknown. Motherfucker can possibly get extra limbs such as arms maybe even wings. Imagine poor Jim waking up to find out his extra eyes and wings.

Or am I being just a sadist?

#sonicasura #trollhunters #tales of arcadia #tales of arcadia trollhunters #toa trollhunters #toa #jim lake junior #jim lake jr #james lake junior #james lake jr #troll!jim #troll jim #half troll!jim #half troll jim #personal opinion #biology of a half troll

[gardens-light]

Hello, could you write to Hellboy and Fem! Reader. Where the reader is a half-demon, controls fire and can fly.And in the story, Red and Readers are sitting on the street and feeding stray cats, and Hellboy says: “You know, you remind me of a cat.” The reader asks why, Hellboy replies that: "You and the cats are the only ones who have shown me so much love and affection." And for such words, he is already lying on the ground, and the reader kisses him.Thank you very much!❤️

Thank you for the request! I always appreciate prompts and any ideas that anyone may have for a fanfic request. Apologies for not getting it it straight away, but alas! Here it is! Hope you enjoy!

As always, please feel free to like, reblog and comment. :)

Demons and Felines

An autumn breeze swept through the moonlit city, sending chills down the spines of people who walked along the streets. All huddled up in their coats and scarfs, attempting to keep whatever body warmth they had. Only the sounds of rustling leaf's in the wind, and the echoing of car horns broke the midnight silence.

Hidden away in the mazes of back streets and narrow alleyways, an unknown protector of New York sat upon the dimly lit sidewalk.

"Guess what daddy brought." Hellboy's playful tone caught the attention of the stray cats.

Their small meows slightly echoing throughout the empty street, breeds of all kinds greeted him excitedly. Some purring and already weaving in and out of his legs. A small chuckle left him, as he pulled out small plastic dishes, from the inside pocket of his leather trench coat.

"You already know what time it is. And look! I've brought more tonight!"

As he proudly pulled out three tins from his trench coat, Hellboy knelt against the cobbled road. The smell of tuna filled the street, alerting more cats to his whereabouts. He carefully attempted to dish out the tuna evenly across the multiple plates.

"There you go- hey Tabby! Just because there's more food, doesn't mean you can eat more."

Hellboy gently picked up a tabby cat, looking into it's hazel eyes with a soft expression. "You need to share, Tabby. Everyone's just as hungry as you." His tone was gentle, similar to how a parent may address a toddler when correcting their behavior.

Tabby responded with a small meow, the tone a little softer than usual. As though the feline was expressing small amount of guilt, a warm smile came to Hellboy. "It's alright, Tabby. Just remember to share."

After placing Tabby back among with the rest of his litter, Hellboy shuffled away from the stray felines. Giving them room to enjoy their dinner, as he pulled out a cigar from the inside pocket of his coat. Reaching into the swallow pocket of his leather trousers, a small grumble escaped his lips.

"I've found you, Red."

A new but familiar voice filled the air, Hellboy looked up towards the second story balcony. The white glow from the lamp post exposed the feminine silhouette, as they elegantly balanced upon the rusty iron railings of the balcony. His golden eyes met their gentle expression, a small amount of flirtation twinkling within her eyes.

A cheeky grin stretched across his lips, leaning back against his hands as he looked up at the individual.

"I didn't realize we were playing 'Hide n Seek'"

Her laughter was like a melody to Hellboy's ears.

"Imagine the look on Manning's face, when he realizes you're wondering around."

He raised an eyebrow, "are we just discussing his face? Surely, the ass hat would lose his damn mind, when he discovers we're both out."

"Haha. Oh of course..." her eyes watched Hellboy as he patted himself down. "Forgot your mathes again?"

"Yeah..." A cheeky grin came to him, "suppose you wouldn't offer a light?"

A sweet melody of giggles filled the air, as you spread out your demonic wings to their full span. The rigid edges reaching out a mare inches further, than your fingertips. They beated like the wings of an eagle, picking up dust and a slight gust of wind. A breeze blew over Hellboy, as your feet hovered away from the balconies' railings. You elegantly hovered in the air for a brief moment, before slowly gliding towards the ground.

"Show off." Hellboy joked, as your feet touched the cobblestone street. A smile came to your lips, while you gave the cats a brief pat of affection.

"Well one of us need to provide a bit of class and elegance."

"Hey! I can be classy when I want to be."

Another laughter escaped you. Your wings tucking inwards towards your back, just a little, as you knelt against the pavement. With a simple click of your fingers, a small flame danced above your thumb. Although it was no bigger than a flame upon a candle, the warmth it provided was much greater.

Hellboy hovered his cigar close to the flame, allowing the edges to burn slightly before placing it to his lips, and letting out a puff of smoke away from your direction.

"That's a handy trick. Satan was clearly playing favourites when he created you."

You sat beside him, gently waving your hand as the flame upon your thumb blew out. Only leaving a small traces of smoke behind your back.

"Oh I don't think so." You spoke in a flirtatious tone, as your free hand caressed the hard stone of his right arm. "I kinda think he made us equal."

"Coming from a sexy half-breed, who can control fire and can fly." Hellboy scoffed.

You playfully punched his shoulder, "oh please! You rearrange my ovaries, when you make love to me."

The cheeky grin upon his lips grew wider as he blew another puff of smoke. You leaned closer to him, resting your head upon his shoulder, as you both watched the cats eat and play in silence. It was small moments like these that were your favourites, just simple calm moments of peace and quiet. Sure everyone at the Bureau were like family, especially when it came to old man Professor Broom. He welcomed you with open arms and a warm heart. Abe was thrilled to have another 'unique person' on the team.

But nobody bounded with you more than Hellboy. Although your human performic from was outshined by your demonic talents, Hellboy was simply in awe from the day he met you. It was in quiet moments, where you two really felt like a couple. As it gave you the time to connect better and have deep convocations, in between the continuous 'go! Go! Go!' action back at the Bureau.

As a few cats finished their meal and wandered off, the usual few that you begun to know and name, begun to wave in and out of your legs. Hellboy scratched under Tabby's chin, as the stray brushed against his hand.

"You know... you remind me of a cat."

You raised an eyebrow at Hellboy, "why?"

A heavy sigh left his mouth, as he put out his cigar. Placing the burnt out end against the concrete pavement, before placing it into the inside pocket of his trench coat. He placed his hands behind is head, slowly leaning back and laying upon the ground.

"Because you and the cats are the only ones who have shown me so much love and affection."

"Awww, Red..."

A small gasp of surprise left him as, you slowly leaned over him, your face close to his. Your noses almost touching.

"A man like you deserves all the love and affection, one could possibly receive."

Your delicate kiss silenced him, allowing him to simply melt into your embrace. Wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you on top of him.

#hellboy 2004 #hellboy #hellboy x reader #hellboy headcanons #fanfic writing #fanfiction #gardens light #x reader #x fem!reader #x fem reader #x female reader #reader insert #requests open #requests are open #requested #answering requests

[vintageteacutsino]

We Really Are Timeless

Fyodor x GN!Reader

Summary: You're in an old manor; notes seem to ask you to follow it... leading to portals of time.

A/N: Apologies for English is not my first language, and that I also don't know how to open a story. Nevertheless, please enjoy! 💜 The story is also inspired by 'Timeless' by Taylor Swift!

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Perhaps taking a break away from everyone was a good idea; and so there you are, lurking in a dandy house filled with exquisiteness, and grace of past bestowed for sight of present. Only be ruined by a storm.

Luminous, the moon flows, touching the ground as you pass by huge windows, howling sounds creeps; dwindled, the wind as you close one, and so does the song of it.

But then there the silence made a way for an unknown melody you had not heard before. Was it 'cause of the rain? Closing the windows managed to mute the tossing sounds of water somehow.

Curiosity killed the cat, say them; but the incessant sound starts to get annoying, which only entices you to follow it.

The music fills your ears louder, and louder, until you get closer to a room.

The door is open, you are welcome to enter anytime, but the darkness says otherwise. Lucky for you, you're with a candle.

Breathlessly, you entered, feeling the notes suffocating your lungs, it pains, yet enraptured you.

The candescent glow of the candle gave you a vision of a silhouette of a man with his back turned to you. Slowly, his arm moves back, and fourth, dancing sounds.

"Hello, and for what are you here for?", says he. Your expression utters in surprise, as your presence be known to this man.

"You play beautifully.", You walked over to him, as the burning flicker of the candle lights up the space between you two, you realise what he is playing is a cello.

"Why, thank you.", he smiled. "You must be one of the guests.", added him.

"Yes… Are you too?", you slowly sit on the floor, putting the candle down.

Facing someone who has delicate lashes, shines the beauty of. You are in awe. Then, disdain fills your inside that of, one must be a saint to play this melody while looking somewhat angelic… and you are? A devout, listening to it.

Reverse the cello, he was. Feeding you silence, before slowly opening his mouth to answer. "No, I live here."

"Then you must be so lucky seeing this place everyday." You told him.

"Fanciful is what this place is, indeed. But to share it with tourists, and history; not so much." He stopped playing his cello, he put it down, and looked at you.

Those candlelights made his purple irises shimmer in the dark of the room. Tilting his head, he smirked, that's prettily, like the devil's, his raven hair framing his face, and falling until his neck.

"And what are you doing this late of night, wandering around?" He slowly put his elbow on his lap, balancing his face on his palm.

"I'm unable to sleep 'cause of the storm, and I heard your hauntingly played cello."

You answered, standing up from where you are sitting.

"My apologies. Was it a nuisance to you?" Softly smiling, he crossed his legs. "It was just a nightly session I have with my cello, hadn't I realized that one of the guests is near this room." His tone alludes to mockery.

"My name's Fyodor, by the way. May I know yours?" After a moment of silence.

"[Name].", You slowly answer him.

"[Name].", Fyodor repeated. Smiling softly, he stood up, leveling higher than you are. Slowly, he picks the candle from the ground.

Gleams, the face of you two from the candescent light of it. Staring at you for a moment, wide-eyed gaze he gave you upon a realization of something.

"I thought you looked so familiar, and I may just know why.", Says he. "Mind if I take you somewhere inside this mansion?"

You followed Fyodor, leading you to hallways none would even notice.

The deeper you go, the more the temperature drops, chilly, you hold your arms together.

At the very end, a library, glamorous and peculiar, and covered with cobwebs, seemingly lost in time. Stories longed to be opened after centuries of waiting.

Then, he stopped by his track, fell a curtain by the wall as he pulled it. Shadows never gave up on covering it from your vision, but Fyodor neared the candle to give sight to a painting— a mirror rather. For there, you see yourself, but not.

The painting looked so pure, like the Holy Mother of Kazan, it stared at you, with their child.

"The resemblance is quite an eerie thing to look at, is it not?" He paused, "What are the chances that one goes to visit a place, and discover that one had lived similarly of facial structures as you, was painted?" Fyodor chuckled.

"Who are they?", You asked.

"My great grandparent." He looks at you, and back to the painting.

Your eyes explored the dark library, and saw an old photo.

You picked it from where it was placed, squinting your eyes, trying to get the darkness out. You moved it closely to your light source— the candle.

And if the painting is not weird enough… This photo has Fyodor in old-fashioned attire, and there you are, by his side. Have you ever met this man before? You asked yourself.

"That's them. Them, and their lover." Fyodor told, making you look at him.

"My eyes are just playing tricks on me, isn't it?" You tried to shake off the uncanny feeling from the resemblance.

"People said that I do look like my grandfather… I can surely see your vision.", He slowly grabbed the photo from your hand.

The clock ticked 3 AM, and Fyodor had his hand spread for you to hold onto. "It's getting late, we should go." He smiled.

While walking, creaks from the fragile floor of the old manor squeaks. "After you.", He said, asking you to go up the stairs.

The two of you managed to get out of the library, but then the candle died. Fyodor held your hand tighter to not lose you, and that is when loud footsteps joined in. Fyodor told you that he have some matches.

No idea if these footsteps are the two of you, or if someone else is within.

That's when you heard a voice calling unfamiliar names… "You hear that?" You asked Fyodor. "I certainly do… it seems like calling to someone. Those names does ring bells."

The voice called again.

"I knew so…", Silently, Fyodor whispered. "Those are the names my grandparents had."

You looked confused. "What? Then why is it being called?"

The footsteps approach closer, and faster, just in time for the candle to finally light up again.

Ghostly figure, you saw. A man with a ravaging glare. "You young lovers are a pain in the ass! Golgotha comes, and you two are still being lovey-dovey!" This man scolds. "In the dead of night, and still running around this damned house!"

Fyodor, and you left dumbfounded by the babbling of this man. Slowly, he puts his hand on your waist, and silent whisper of, "Calm your heartbeat."

Fyodor walked to the man, and apologizes, for this ghostly man to scold further. You soon pick up that this ghostly man thinks that you, and Fyodor are Fyodor's grandparents… seemingly travelling in time.

"For the love of Yahweh, be modest for once!" The man dismissed you two, walking back to where he came from.

Fyodor, grabbed your hands, and guided you to the exit, before the clock ringed again, 4 AM.

"Do you think we just time travelled, or that man does that on a daily occurrence… Or perhaps we really are them, but time manifests to live in the present?" Fyodor giggled at you, while running his hands through your hair.

Cool beta reader + editor: Clo (Thank you so much!)

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor x reader #fyodor x you #fyodor dostoevsky x reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x you #bsd brainrot #bsd fanfic #bsd imagines #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd writing #Spotify

[lumosouls]

A dream come true

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!artist reader

Warnings: Anxiety, shakiness, slight blood, bad parenting(?). Tell me if I’ve missed anything.

Summary: The reader paints an unknown man from her dream, and Bucky sees his face on a painting during the exhibition.

Word count: A little over 1.7k

Your hands were clammy, nails digging into the soft flesh of your palms, nibbling on your bottom lip, you opened the curtains slightly, gazing at the growing crowd right outside of the building you were in. It was the day. Your art exhibition, for which you had prepared your whole life. Pursuing the career you wanted was harder than you imagined, your parents not being too supportive of your choice, reasoning their pure disappointment with “The job of an artists does NOT get paid well, and you will no be able to survive for long, you should get a degree in medicine, instead, like your cousin”. 

Screw that, you thought, before taking the call from the small studio apartment’s owner. Soon you found yourself moving out of your parents’ house and settling in the small studio, you now, called home. Of course, it wasn’t easy at first, but you made a living by initially working at a local bookstore, painting and selling pictures. The money was enough to feed you and your fellow feline, Louie. Living alone, you missed company, which led you to adopting a ginger cat, who was just the perfect companion for you. 


“Oh come on, Bucky, you’ve been a couch potato for already three weeks, it’s time to see some new people, hang around, get drunk, you know, what we used to back then” the blond man elbowed the brunette next to him with a raised eyebrow.

“Rogers, exactly, back then, not NOW, leave me alon-“ he got cut off by someone clearing their throat, glancing at the girl in front of him, he looked at Steve whose smile was already beyond his ears. 

“Linda, dear” Steve chirped like a lovesick teenager, throwing his muscular arms around the girl, giving her a sweet kiss on the lips, to which Bucky glared, his nose scrunching in annoyance. “This grump here is my friend, James, just call him Bucky.” The girl laughed, putting her hand out for a handshake. 

“I’m Linda, Bucky” the girl smiled, to which Bucky just hummed and shook her hand for less than a second. 

“Well, we’re getting late, let’s hurry” Steve interrupted the awkward silence, taking his girlfriend, holding her hand, he shoved Bucky to his other side, as not to let him run away. 

“Would be better to be late” Bucky replied under his breath, putting his hands into his black jeans’ pockets. 

It took less than 10 minutes for them to arrive at the hall, for which Steve had got tickets. 


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“This is a picture from Montenegro” you answered the elderly woman who was standing next to one of the many canvases. 

So far so good, the visitors were mainly either artists like yourself, or elderly people like the woman before you. 

“Drinks anyone?” Thomas announced stepping away from the small table, revealing the pomegranate lemonade, which you had made as a treat for your guests. 

Bucky had parted ways from the couple almost at the exact moment they had set their foot in the studio. Wandering around, he had his gloved metal hand in his pocket, the other one holding the blue glass full of the lemonade. Roaming around a bit more, he was about to start searching for Steve to announce that he was finally leaving, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Am I getting old, am I delusional or is that…?” He squinted, his feet moving themselves, leading him closer to a certain painted canvas. The blue eyes, stared back at him calmly. “What the hell is my face doing here?” He turned around glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention to him. 



He spotted a man helping some others, he raised his index for finger as a sign for him to come over. 

“Thomas” Bucky read from the name tag on the boy’s collar, and cleared his throat 

“Yes, Sir? How may I help you?-“ he stopped talking as Bucky moved a little making Thomas’s eyes grow wide like plates “..Oh” came the answer with slight shakiness. 

“Looks very much like you.. Sir” Thomas joked, trying to ease the tension, which was in complete vain as Bucky’s staring was blowing holes in Thomas’s head. 

You were walking around, smiling and thanking the guests who complimented the art, when you spotted Thomas opening and closing his mouth like a fish, looking quite uncomfortable and in need of help. You fastened your pace to Thomas. 

“Hey are you alright?” you then spotted the man in front of Thomas, making your heart jump into your throat and down to your knees. “G-good day” you blinked at the pure muscle of a man standing next to what looked like a mirror copy of his face, just not real and 2D. 

“What is my face doing here?” Bucky spoke up, in a harsh voice and immediately realised the angry tone of his voice, his gloved hand already rubbing his neck in nervousness “I’m sorry, it’s just-“ he was about to explain himself when you nervously laughed.

“This is one of the pictures I have drown about a month ago, I saw this man” you pointed at the man in the picture “in my, um, in my dream” you finished off your fingers nervously fidgeting, your toes curling in your shoes, as you nervously went up and down on your feet. “I’m sorry, I think-“

“Your dream?” Bucky asked surprised as he glanced at the picture then at you, neither of you noticing Thomas slipping away awkwardly. 

“I don’t always remember my dreams or have any dreams in general, so when I saw this man, I guess, you, in my dream, the image was stuck in my mind so here it is” you chuckled once more, motioning the picture. “They say that you dream only of the people you’ve met in real life” you continued. 

“I’m just stunned to see myself here” he laughed pursing his lips afterwards. 

“Hey man! I’ve been searching for- Oh?” another male voice startled you, your head turning to the blond coming from your right, arm in arm with a shorter girl. 

“Is that..you?” the girl pointed at the picture and then looked at you “Oh wait! You’re the painter right? You’re Y/N” she exclaimed with a smile.

“Miss Y/N, you made him look much younger than he already is” the blond man laughed, nudging Bucky who rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue. 


“Oh God” you replied with a laugh, covering your face that was heating up with embarrassment. 

“Shut it, Steve” Bucky grunted stepping in front of his picture. “Never told you, but Miss Y/N and I had met in a park where she asked me to model for her, to which I agreed” he lied, looking at you with a small smile. 

“Oh yeah, it was autumn, right?” You continued, thanking gods that Bucky didn’t tell the real backstory of the painting. Bucky just nodded. 

“Well well, your paintings are amazing, Miss” the blond, Steve, replied “But unfortunately, Linda and I have some plans, so we are abandoning you, Bucky” Steve lied, kissing the girl on the cheek and turned to Bucky for a quick side hug “Don’t come home without her number and a date” he secretly muttered.

Bucky rolled his eyes once more, slightly pushing his friend away “Yeah yeah, see you.“ him and you waved at the leaving couple and turned to each other. 

“You owe me something, Miss Y/N” he mused with a playful teasing smirk. “A date perhaps? Besides, I’m sure you need new paintings paintings for your upcoming exhibitions.”

“That’s true, but you’d have to wait for a little, we still have some time till we finish the event” you replied cheekily, glancing at Bucky’s hand that was placed on the wall, as he leaned onto it. “Plus, I see a very interesting something, right there, which would be just perfect for my art” you motioned at the metal peeking through the gap of his gloves and leather jacket. 

“Indeed, you have so much more to see, sweetheart.”


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You waved at Thomas and stepped out of the hall, after your guests had left, Bucky’s metal hand, at the small of your back, leading you out of the crowd. The sun was already setting, the city was slowly preparing to sleep, yet your day had just begun, as you and Bucky walked next to each other, you glanced at him, his arm occasionally brushing against yours. Just then your eyes widened, and you gasped and stopped in your tracks “Aren’t you the guy who caught my cat from running away in this same park?”

Okay so, back from a long break with this.

Hope you like it. Tell me what you think :]

PS. This is inspired by a post I saw on TikTok. Will link the video down below.

https://www.tiktok.com/@hotdognijaxon03/video/7108692230432460058?_t=8UCIy2Z7fF4&_r=1

tags: @veroriddle @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds

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[gelastocoridae]

Okay time for another PSA to not let your pet cats free roam outdoors ever. (If you think you don't have the space indoors for a cat to be happy or the willingness to give your cat what it needs indoors then don't have a cat. That means you can't take care of it so don't get it. Also, you clearly don't care about a cat's "natural needs" if you don't also keep it fully up to date on health check ups/vaccinations, give it enrichment and feed it only pure raw meat at home. They're obligate carnivores. Kibble is why they develop and die of kidney issues.)

They indisputably cause incredible damage to ecosystems and due to the way they became domesticated to eradicate pests, they are built to kill and maim indiscriminately and with extreme prejudice. Your pet cat does not hunt to eat when it has a safe bed and food at home. It hunts to slaughter. Because it's instincts say so, even if you think it's a chill lazy cat (what are the feather and mouse toys for but to satisfy those instincts?).

Whether or not a direct attack kills a small animal, it will most certainly still die of complications (like ruptured air sacs in birds -an incredibly painful way to go-, blood loss, disability, necrosis, cellulitis, and septicemia), countless serious infections from the cat's claws and mouth, inhalation of blood/stomach contents, or other infection from exposure to the environment. That is if it totters along on its will to survive, suffering, and manages to escape the next predator that comes along.

And if you couldn't care less about the local ecosystem and countless species that have gone extinct by cats under our very noses, you should worry about your cats' safety and the possibility of infection and parasites that they bring home to you and transmit to other pets, people, and homes they visit.

Cats will be run over or killed/injured by people, either by accident or intentionally (many people see any kind of small animal as target practice for their car or dart gun or whatever else and don't care if it's a cat. Maybe they even do it to protect their livestock, e.g. chickens, rabbits). Cats will get into fights with other animals. Cats will get eaten by coyotes. Cats will hide or shrug off injuries. Cats will meet other cats from different circumstances. Cats will carry rabies or be bitten by a vector animal and the only way to test for rabies is to take a slice of the brain (i.e., kill the animal in question). Cats will walk back into your yard and home with everything they picked up along the way, if not on their body then in their mouths after grooming and in their litterbox. Putting your cat, yourself, and others in that sort of danger is more neglectful than keeping them indoors. Letting them bring everything back to your home is negligent. Letting them infect and harm other animals is negligent ("dangerous" dogs who stay in their own yards get euthanized for less). It does not matter what part of the world you live in. Letting your pet cat outdoors is neglect and malicious behavior.

And in case you think you're not at risk from disease from your own cat or you want relevant, recent news to back this up, here's an article X , posted 07 August 2023, about a UK man contracting a completely unknown bacterium from a stray cat, initially resistant to certain antibiotics, that started to kill the infected flesh, and here's the scientific study about identifying the bacteria X

Who knows what your own cat gets up to outside or what other animals they meet?

#outdoor cats #biology #science #wildlife conservation #medicine #veterinary medicine #if this post gets views i just know im still gonna get hate cuz wow this topic shouldnt be this controversial #i had this whole post drafted and went looking for studies to cite and that article came up before i even hit the search bar #this has been a psa #this also is not to say that people who did this in the past are evil or anything. there is a difference between not knowing better and #making a choice or choosing to ignore new information rather than learning #or having info delivered to you in a way that didnt tell you what was wrong about it

[indelicateink]

thinking about louis’ uncensored salt and irritation in this scene and it got me thinking

louis is, in a way, more terrifying in a kill than lestat (at least from this season’s telling), but let me explain

when that acolyte with cancer shows up at rue royale marked for death, for me, i realized lestat is scary, but louis is an unknown quantity, and i find that so interestingly unsettling.

which is going to be the worse death for you?

lestat is like a panther, he is going to stalk or attack you and kill you and likely rip your throat out doing it. if he’s feeling especially elaborate, apparently he’ll incapacitate you and drain you/feed off you for a while (the tenor, the guy at the dinner table). a soupçon of psychological torture before you snuff it. (the decapitated train conductor was a hilarious violent exception.) it’s kind of feline, whether it’s an outright kill or if he plays with his food, and i’ve always been grateful i’ll probably never die by cat—it’s a bad way to go.

louis? louis can be like a righteous tarantino protagonist. louis’ kills often vent rage (rightly so), like the asshole businessman who talked down to him. we’ve seen louis go hannibal lecter on these fuckers—slicing off the alderman’s ear, sticking the top half of his corpse on the gate of the park with the shitty history; ripping the jaw off the dude at the mardi gras massacre. though when louis goes back to eating human after lestat’s return, the story doesn’t shine a light on any of louis’ human kills, and i’m terribly curious how those played out. when/if he’s not murdering violently, what does that look like?

so when the cancer victim showed up and they were both pissed at him, i was more worried about what louis would do. lestat IS going to kill you, my guy. but if louis gets there first, i cannot tell you what will happen to you before you die.

dubai louis hasn’t killed a motherfucker in two decades and the man is SIMMERING. His ethically-sourced free-range organic non-gmo humans satisfy half his needs, but if he’s not venting his anger via his vampirism, is he allowing himself to acknowledge his rage at all?

#iwtv #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #interview with the vampire #amc itwv #also i’m amazed we never circled back to claudia’s murder trophies that was fascinating #lol am excluding the bitemarks on lestat’s person post-hatesex bc that was its own thing #tw gore #tw violent death

[laresearchette]

Monday, April 01, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: VANDERPUMP VILLA (Disney + Star) THE SYNANON FIX (HBO Canada) 9:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT?: 2024 iHeartRadio MUSIC AWARDS (FOX Feed) LOVERS AND LIARS (CW Feed) ALL AMERICAN (Premiering on April 08 on Showcase at 8:00pm)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA ALLAN QUATERMAIN & THE LOST CITY OF GOLD AT CLOSE RANGE BLAME IT ON RIO BLOODSPORT BREATHLESS BULLETPROOF MONK CASINO CLASS DARK BLUE DARK ANGEL DR. SEUSS’ THE CAT IN THE HAT EYE OF THE NEEDLE FLAWLESS FLESH+BLOOD HARLEY DAVIDSON AND THE MARLBORO MAN KOYAANISQATSI THE LAST WALTZ LOL: CHI RIDE E FUORI (Season 4) MOBY DICK NOT WITHOUT MY DAUGHTER THE PARTY ROLLING THUNDER TOP GEAR (Seasons 14-25) THE TRAIN VALLEY GIRL VAMPIRE’S KISS WARCRAFT WHITE NIGHT

CBC GEM DYLAN’S PLAYTIME ADVENTURES

CRAVE TV LITTLE JESUS THE SYNANON FIX (Season 1, Episode 1)

DISNEY + STAR VANDERPUMP VILLA (Three-Episode Premiere)

NETFLIX CANADA THE MAGIC PRANK SHOW WITH JUSTIN WILLMAN

CURLING (TSN/TSN5) 8:00am: LGT World Men's Curling Championship: Canada vs. Italy

NHL HOCKEY (SN) 7:00pm: Panthers vs. Leafs (SN Now) 9:00pm: Oilers vs. Blues (TSN3) 9:00pm: Kings vs. Jets

MLB BASEBALL (SN1) 8:00pm: Jays vs. Pirates (SN Now) 10:00pm: Giants vs. Dodgers

NBA BASKETBALL (SN Now) 8:00pm: Suns vs. Pelicans

MURDOCH MYSTERIES (CBC) 8:00pm: After a man dies in a drunken brawl at the Starbright Lounge, Murdoch's suspect is another detective.

WARDENS OF THE NORTH (Discovery Canada) 8:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Conservation officers crack down on boaters not complying with the law; a routine fishing patrol has officers tracking down over-the-limit anglers; a kayaker is reminded that lifejackets work best when worn, even when close to home.

SOCIAL MEDIA MURDERS (T&E) 8:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Alex Rodda, a 15-year-old teenager, is murdered by 18-year-old Matthew Mason in December 2019, six weeks after they first exchange messages via social media.

SECRETS IN THE ICE (Super Chanel Fuse) 8:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): A grim discovery in a Swedish lake reveals ancient practices; in the Canadian Arctic, the fossil of a previously unknown mammal is found; bizarre ice formations in the Antarctic Ocean; a discovery off the east coast of Canada.

BELGRAVIA: THE NEXT CHAPTER (CBC) 9:00pm (SEASON FINALE): As Frederick grieves the loss of Clara, Enright receives a letter that pushes Frederick to confront his past; Clara and Davison adapt to life in the North, as Clara grapples with happy memories of home.

OUTBACK OPAL HUNTERS (Discovery Canada) 9:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): The Bushmen bring in an explosives expert to blast through the toughest rock in Grawin; plus, a brand-new team brings cutting edge technology to the opal fields.

SPOOKED IRELAND (DTour) 9:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): The team ventures to Charleville Castle, where they face a multitude of spirits who seem to have turned against the castle's current occupants by trapping them in cupboards and keeping them up at night with screams and singing.

EXPEDITION X (Discovery Canada) 10:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): Phil and Jess explore the world's most haunted forest near the site of the Dracula legend and where Josh Gates had his most terrifying experience; during a night investigation, Jess finds herself being watched by someone or something sinister.

THE PLAYBOY MURDERS (Investigation Discovery) 10:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): In the late '90s, Playboy twins Sandy and Mandy Bentley's fame soars until an affair with a Vegas High Roller leads to a fall from fame, stolen jewels, a shadowy buyer and a brutal double murder in the Hollywood hills.

MASTERCHEF AUSTRALIA (CTV Life) 10:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): A group of 12 home cooks will compete with 12 former contestants.

MURDER AT MY DOOR WITH KYM MARSH (documentary) 10:00pm/11:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): The story of 17-year-old Thomas Griffiths, who killed his girlfriend and arranged the crime scene to look like a suicide after she broke up with him. In Episode Two, 19-year-old Mundill Mahil lures a young TV executive to his death in an act of revenge following an attempted rape six months earlier.

#cdntv #cancon #canadian tv #canadian tv listings #murdoch mysteries #belgravia: the next chapter #outback opal hunters #curling #nhl hockey #mlb baseball #nba basketball

[duskwoodgirl4life]

Chapter 2

I spent most of the day searing through all the documents and pictures that Hannah had on her cloud. I sent everything I found to the unknown guy. I still never understood why he couldn't just do this himself. Why drag me into this? I still don't even know who Hannah is and why she's got my number. The next clue I send over is a picture of a cat. How is this going to help? But I send it over but he doesn't come online straight away. After a few minutes of waiting he finally comes online.

Unknown online

Unknown: discovery number 3?

MC: yeah, discovery number 3

Unknown: okay thank you

Unknown offline

What was that all about? Why was he so quick to log off like that, I will never understand him. I carry on searching through the cloud when Cleo comes online.

Cleo online

Cleo: I thought I could fill you in abit about Hannah, I hear that Jessy and Thomas have told you a few things.

MC: yeah but most of it was just small talk what did you have in mind

Cleo: What would you like to know?

MC: Does Hannah have any siblings?

Cleo: You mean you don't know that Lily is her sister?

MC: I mean besides Lily

Cleo: oh right okay, no she doesn't it's just her and Lily

The conversation with Cleo and I continued. I learnt a lot about Hannah and what she's like. I feel like I am starting to get to know her now. Cleo signs off and I get back to finding new clues. Before I get a chance I feel my stomach starting to rumble. I look at the time and see that it's 5pm. I've been working on this damn cloud all day and forgotten to eat. I walk over to the fridge and it's bare and so is the freezer. Damn I knew there was something I had to do. I'm just going to order in and I'll go shopping tomorrow. I sit back down on the sofa and decide to order Chinese for dinner. After I've placed the order Cleo sends me another message.

Cleo online

Cleo: I'm so upset

MC: why what's happened?

Cleo: I've just been to the motel and I saw Alfie playing in some mud

MC: Who's Alfie?

Cleo: Mrs Walters son he as a disability

MC: Where's his mother? Shouldn't she be looking after him

Cleo: let's say her reputation is one of many discussions in duskwood

MC: What did Alfie say?

Cleo: he called me the dead girls friend he said he saw a man without a face take her into the forest

MC: Do you think he's telling the truth?

Cleo: Yeah, I really do. Jessy is the horror queen of the group. You should ask her about it.

Cleo offline

Wow what was all that about a man without a face? A little boy who has a disability playing in the mud. Duskwood is a really strange place. I open up the chat between me and Jessy and send her a message.

MC: Hey, you have time right now?

Jessy: Hey, I'm just feeding the office fish (sends photo)

Jessy: What's up?

MC: Cleo mentioned that you love all things horror and I was wondering if you knew anything about the man without a face

Jessy: that is an old duskwood legend what do you want to know

MC: Well Alfie said that he saw this man take a girl into the forest, how true do you think it is?

Jessy: I used to babysit Alfie from time to time

MC: Did he used to tell you the same kind of story's?

Jessy continued to fill me in on Alfie and his disability, she opened up a chat for us to discuss the man without a face. She invited Richy when I asked her why she told me that he grew up in Duskwood and knew a lot of the legend. Richy was still working so the chat was on hold and Jessy got back to work. My food had arrived and I couldn't wait to dig in. I got a plate and fork from the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of wine and went to sit down to eat. I put the tele on for some background noise while I eat. My thoughts drifted back to this unknown hacker and his black hair. I kept thinking about what he looks like. I'd really like to go to that island with him and it would just be me and him there. The more I thought about him the more I started to realize that I actually like him.

I don't know anything about him yet I feel so drawn to him, I just want to spend my time with him. I quickly snap myself out of my own thoughts. Come on MC you can't possibly have a crush on someone you have never met you don't even know what he looks like. After I finished dinner I decided to run a hot bath with some bubbles and oils to make things smell nice. While I'm in the bath I have a quick search through Hannah's cloud before calling it a night and I find a document. I open it up and take a look. The resolution is awful and I can't make out what it is properly. I better send it to the hacker.

MC: check this out: Cloud document sent

Unknown: this is a good find, unfortunately the resolution is awful give me some time

Unknown offline

I don't think anything of the way he logged off the next half an hour I just spent looking at his profile picture. Trying to work out what he looks like, what colour his eyes are, if he has a beautiful smile. I decided to call it a night and go and get some sleep. I end up tossing and turning most of the night. I couldn't get him off my mind what the hell was he doing to me. I look at the clock and it's nearly 8am. I grab myself out of bed and go and make a coffee. Once the coffee is done I take my coffee and go and sit down on the sofa I put on the TV and see what's on. A few hours pass and I'm still daydreaming about him. I get shaken out of my daydream when I get a message from Jessy in the duskwood legend chat.

Jessy online

Richy online

Jessy: hey MC

Richy: Hi there, what's all this about?

Jessy: MC as found an important clue involving the man without a face

MC: yeah that's right, Alfie first brought it to our attention

Richy: MC was talking to Alfie?

MC: no Cleo was, she went to the motel to try and get some information

Jessy: Richy do you wanna tell MC about the legend?

Richy: but you explain it so much better than I do

MC: tell me over the phone

Jessy: good idea let me just get the mood right

Jessy phones me and fills me in on the legend,how he marks people's doors with the sign of the raven. He takes them into the forest and they are never seen again.

MC: Wow, who comes up with this stuff?

Richy: doesn't your twin have its own legends?

MC: Now that you mention it, what's our plan now?

Jessy: I'm not sure yet, but we will have to put it on hold work is calling

Richy: I think I'd prefer the man without a face

MC: lol see you two later

Jessy offline

Richy offline

It's going to be a long day. I can feel it. I need a shower and more coffee, so I get myself up and go into the bathroom. Once the water is at the temperature I like I step in and let the hot water wash over me.

This part has nothing to do with the plot so feel free to skip past it.

As the water washes over my body my fingers run over my hard nipples, making them even harder. My hand runs down my wet body and fingers into my wet cunt my other hand is playing with my nipples as my other fingers move in and out of my wet cunt. Thoughts of him flash through my mind thinking of what it would be like to be in his strong arms. He pushes me down onto the bed and puts his erect cock deep inside me. It takes me a few seconds to get used to his massive length. It feels so good deep inside me. Waves of passion wash over me, my fingers digging into my breasts. Screams escape from my lips as I think of him pounding into me as hard as he can. I just want to scream his name as loud as I can. My legs start to shake multiple times as I cum all over my fingers.

I catch my breath and clean myself up. What did I just do? I need to stop thinking like this. I don't even know him. I need to start focusing on finding Hannah. I get out of the shower and get changed and go to make another coffee and get to work on Hannah's cloud.

#duskwood #everbyte game #duskwood jake #duskwood hacker #iamjake #duskwood jake x mc #i love you jake #jake x mc #he loves me #i love you #how two strangers came together #how two people came together #rewrite

[kainisticinstincts]

I love settings with characters who embody abstract concepts and narratives and where collective belief and narratives affect reality. Settings like Chainsaw Man, Warhammer 40K and Neil Gaimans Sandman because they have such interesting implications.

Take Sandman for example. The story "Dream of a thousand cats" establishes that cats were once giants who ruled the earth until humans collectively dreamed up a new world where they were on top and that retroactively changed reality from beginning to end so that humans were on top and the Cat rule was a distant memory. It is outright confirmed that not even God (With a capital G) is above collective belief.

This is so interesting. When does subjective belief end and objective observation begin? Where does the myth of man being made from dirt end and scientific evolution begin? How many truncated and redacted histories are there and what types of beings lurk in them?

This goes even further in Chainsaw Man Devils and Warhammer Daemons. Devils in CSM are the embodiment of fears. Does that mean that there's a Fire Devil that embodies the fear of fire? A knife Devil that embodies the fear of knives? A GOD DEVIL THAT EMBODIES THE FEAR OF GOD?

Now that I think about it. There should be an Other Devil that embodies the fear of the Outsider, the Unfamiliar and the Unknown. It feeds off every kind of discrimination and phobia and it grows stronger from every fear and I suddenly feel inclined to write an African-American or Jewish devil hunter giving it a Roy Mustang vs Envy tier beating before sending it to hell.

#Not even getting into Warhammer daemons and their acausality #Slaanesh technically caused her own birth and his daemons were around 65 million years before they were born #Check out Fehervari's dark coil for how deep the rabbit hole goes.

[goroaix]

Ninth of a Tail

Wong Kunhang x Fem reader

Hulijing (fox spirit) / supernatural AU. Fluff

Mentions of sex and sexual encounters. Mostly Kunhang being a little cringe

25k

『 For Twelve (12!) whole years, Kunhang the Hulijing had been unable to find someone to sleep with. Whether that was through a fault of his own or something that had cursed him, he had no clue. But, now that he had a human to help him, maybe he had finally had a chance of doing something other than cleaning chicken excrement. 』

Thank you to @itsapapisongo for pushing me to finish this and also helping name the chickens ♥

Kunhang was well aware that people were staring at him. They watched as he walked through the aisles of the grocery store and they gawked whenever he turned around in their general direction. More than once, he had caught elderly people with their eyes glued to his figure even after he had made eye contact and they continued to follow him with a slack jaw until he was out of their sight. It may have been bothersome to anyone else, but Kunhang rather enjoyed the attention and really, it worked in his favour.

Long silk sleeves covered his hands as he walked while the silver bracelets jingled with each step. Honestly, he thought he looked rather nice today and he had even had the time to style his hair. Perhaps it was a waste to dress up just to buy some chicken feed, but he wasn’t someone to overlook any opportunity regardless of how small. Nonetheless, admiring and feeling himself up was not the number one priority (though it sat at a high number 3) and he had things to do.

Passing by the rows of dog and cat food, he finally found the chicken feed tucked away at the back and he was forced to shove his head between 5kg bags of dry cat food to reach it. Luckily, the hanfu he was wearing wasn’t easily dirtied so he wasn’t too bothered about it when he stretched into the dark and dismal depths of the supermarket shelves and tightly curled his fingers around the gold sack.

Why is it so far back? He thought with a hint of irritation as he managed to pull away and immediately wiped the dust off of his sleeves. Shouldn’t they keep it in the front rather than letting it waste away?

After checking the date and seeing that there was still a good few months left, he let bygones be bygones and held it in one arm as he began to walk again in search of another chicken product. Kunhang passed by the milk, the butter and the cheese before finally getting to the eggs and he pursed his lips, his eyes narrowed as he began to inspect every tray. He would accept nothing less than perfection usually but since his own chickens weren’t laying eggs for reasons unknown to him, he’d have to bite his tongue and settle.

Eventually, after making his way through five cartons of a dozen eggs, he found one that was satisfactory and picked that up also.

With nothing else he needed, he began to make his way to the front of the store to check out. Of course, there were more stares but he hardly noticed them. Instead, his gaze zeroed in on the person that was working on the self checkout, their countenance young and soft with the young man resembling a little lamb. His hair was slightly curly and his lips seemed to be pulled into a permanent pout that made him look perpetually doe eyed.

Ah. If there was any sort of person that Kunhang liked to feed with, it would be types like this worker. It had been a long time since he'd sunk his teeth into someone so cute looking.

With his tail itching to appear and watch behind him in anticipation, he gave the young man (Seojun, according to his name tag) a slight smile before his gaze lingered on him, dark and deep brown eyes dragging up and down Seojun's person before he turned to the machine.

It was hardly anything difficult but he wanted an excuse to talk to the worker who was standing by, watching to see if anyone was in need of help.

I’m in need of help, Kunhang amused himself with his own thoughts, eyes connecting with the worker's once again before he scanned something and the ‘please wait for assistance’ screen popped up.

Success.

He walked to where Kunhang was, his head was mostly down, mumbling a soft ‘excuse me’ that was unbearably cute. The scent that lingered on his skin was typical of young men, a woodsy sort of smell that seemed ‘masculine’. Though, even if the smell was rendered unamusing by sheer overuse, he would overlook it if it meant he could gain something otherwise. “Thank you”-his eyes moved to the name tag to feign ignorance-“Seojun.”

This time, a softer flush of pink appeared on the man’s ears that then crawled to his cheeks and Kunhang had sunk in the hook; he needed to drag him to shore.

“You’re welcome.” Seojun didn’t move and Kunhang began to reel the line in.

“Are you a new worker? I haven’t seen you here before.” He kept his line of vision focused, watching him squirm a little before he nodded.

“I am.” His hand rested on the man’s shoulder, the silver on his fingers glistening under the almost sterile lighting of the store. “I joined last week.”

“Oh? How are you liking it so far?” This was going well!

Seojun shrugged. “It’s okay! It's my first job.”

Okay, that wasn’t too weird. Some people got jobs when they were older because their parents supported them. “You’re in university?”

“No.” Seojun smiled. “I’m in high school.”

Kunhang had never let go of someone so fast in his life, a shiver running down his spine as he stepped away. Any modicum of attraction that he felt instantly disappeared and instead of a pretty little koi fish that he had reeled in, it was a great white shark that stared back at him with sharp, pearlescent teeth bared in a grin. What the hell…

“Oh,” he muttered, hurriedly shoving whatever spare change he had in his pockets into the machine, begging silently for it to hurry  up.  “That’s nice.”

“Yeah.” Seojun didn’t seem to get the hint, apparently getting over his shyness and moving onto chatter characteristic of a child being validated on their interests. “I wanted to get a job before university and not have to waste time, like, looking for one after.” He took a closer look at what Kunhang was buying. “Do you own chickens?”

“Mhm.” Practically ripping the receipt from the machine, he grabbed the bag and cartons before running away, humiliation and mortification blending together into a mixture that settled in the pit of his stomach.

Only, he barely made it more than five steps before his foot caught in the silken hem of his clothing and he tripped forwards in a mess of flailing arms and fabric. His first instinct was to protect the eggs and the second was to scramble up once he'd made sure they were unharmed.

"Oh shit, are you okay?" Kunhang stared at the outstretched hand with horror and thinly veiled repulsion. It didn't help that Seojun was leaning closer to try and see if he was hurt.

He was going to be sick. The bile was already rising-

"I'm fine," he squeaked, the soles of his shoes barely gripping onto the floor with the desperation with which he moved.

"Are you su-"

"Yes!"

Within the next second, he was up and out, ears flat against his head with the bitter taste of defeat lingering on his tongue. What sort of rotten luck did he possess?

Read the rest on AO3

#hendery x reader #wayv x reader #wayv fluff #wayv scenarios #hendery fluff #hendery imagines #hendery scenarios

[pastelitey]

For the ask game:

28 & Scar?

send me a number 1-100 and i'll write a drabble based on the song it lines up with on my spotify wrapped!

cw: cops, jail setting, implied drinking and/or driving

Scar rests the side of his head against the slick brick wall, the cold plastic of the phone pressed firmly against the other side of his face. The presence of the stormy-eyed cop lingers over him like an approaching storm, reminding him of his foolish mistakes.

The line rings distantly in his ear. Ring, ring. Ring, ring. Ring, ring.

He curses under his breath, already regretting dialing this specific number. He should have called Cub, yet here he is, wasting his one call on someone who probably won't even pick up.

Just as the phone rattles off what Scar assumes is the last ring, someone finally picks up.

"Hullo?" comes Grian's sleepy voice out of the grainy speaker. Scar lets himself smile, triumphant in his assumption that Grian would still be awake this late.

"Grian! It's me, Scar!" he says excitedly.

He can faintly hear Grian groan from the other end. "Why are you calling me from an unknown number? Don't tell me you left your phone at my place again."

"No no, that's not it. It's actually. Um. Worse."

"Scar. What did you do."

Scar winces in anticipation, bracing for a punch in the arm from the other man despite the distance between them. "I need you to come bail me out."

"You got arrested?" Grian shrieks, prompting Scar to pull the phone away from his ear to avoid hearing damage.

"Please don't be mad!"

"What happened?"

Scar's face flushes and he lowers his voice. "That doesn't matter! Can you just get over here and bail me out? I miss Jellie!"

"Are you drunk?"

"Gri, please."

Grian yawns loudly and it doesn't give Scar much hope. "No can do, man. You're gonna have to wait 'till morning, I need my beauty sleep."

Scar gawks, stammering before he can find his words. "You're just gonna leave me here? That's not what friends do!"

"You're the one who went and got yourself arrested. I'll come get you in the morning."

Scar groans in frustration, pulling on his hair that is in desperate need of a haircut. "Can you at least go over to my house and feed Jellie? The key's under the pot by the window—"

"Bye Scar!"

The line cuts out and Scar calls Grian's name a couple more times before angrily hanging it back up on it's post. He turns to look at the cop keeping an eye on him, feeling a bit like a rained-on cat.

"He hung up on me," he says, as if it wasn't obvious.

The stormy-eyed cop's expression flashes with sympathy for a moment. "That's rough, man."

#what scar /actually/ did to wind up in jail is up to you! #hope you enjoyed bloop! #desert duo #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #spotify 2023 ask game

[omies-odd-writing-spot]

Garnets 05 Run For it

[Ao3] [ffnet] Full chapter in the links

It was so oddly empty now that Riggs was gone. Lily sat on the floor, staring up at the dark ceiling as she felt the sound of the storm more than heard it from where she was. Just above the junction of the locked down lower side of the platform and the upper section where her home had been.

"Please come back," Lily spoke, aware of another movement below that was not the storm. It had her shivering and rolling to sit up with a thick swallow. She had hoped staying near this spot would help keep 'mom' calm and asleep until the last minute.

It had been an hour since the Slayer had left with Riggs and the last of the supplies from the Platform. Lily had said she should be the very last to leave, but she almost wished she still had her bed and blankets.

Lily yawned, looking down at the granola bar near her with a water bottle and the medicine dispenser. She wanted to eat, knew she should eat something, but just did not want to. Lily opened the bar anyway, so there was something for her to eat.

She had skipped her normal meal time. Was up later than she was used to, and just could not nap.

Twelve hours. It took months for her family to get settled here originally. A good few months to set things up to try and be self-sufficient after the end of the world and just twelve hours for everything to be broken down and moved through an unknown portal.

Lily picked at the legging she had on, the long sleeves were nice now that the heaters were on a lower setting. She was tempted to pull her shoes off again, but she kept them firmly on. They were the best she had for running or just moving on the surface decking.

Irrationally, Lily wanted to hold one of her three cats. Then she hoped if she was left here, that the Slayer would be nice to her cats. All three were very socialized and imprinted on people. The tan tabby, Dani, would need a lot of attention, and not just from her sisters.

"Please don't leave me," Lily said, hiding her face in her hands, not sure who she was talking to. As she could hear whatever her mother was changing into below moving again. It was quiet after a slither-like vibration, making Lily wonder how big her mother had gotten. She was starting to regret coming down this far, maybe she should have stayed in the kitchen.

Was what was left of her father back to feeding her the other possessed? Was he able to understand something to distract her?

A chime had Lily looking up, almost surprised that the supple lift did in fact open to let out the armor form. The Slayer scanned the old offices before spotting Lily sitting on the floor and heading over. It was odd how at first there was almost no sound before he seemed to let a few steps become heavier.

Lily sat up, that part that the Slayer had given her falling from her lap as she made a motion for him to stop.

The Slayer froze as he heard and felt the floor under them creak and something below gave a low, long hiss.

Lily picked up the part, water bottle and mask. Moving quietly to the massive man. "That's… mom."

The Slayer was standing very still, almost as if he was not a living thing for another good six seconds before a big hand reached out. His right hovering near the large rifle on his leg, while pulling Lily to him.

He glanced between the lift and the stairs, debating on what to take.

Lily motioned to the lift, speaking but her voice lower than her normal. Making sure the mask was pulled tight to stay on her lower face. "That's a normal sound here."

The Slayer gave a deep snort, but he did nod. It was incredibly tempting to just keep going down, to face whatever was there. Yet if Vega was right about the mass, although he would survive, Lily would not last in the crossfire.

It was incredibly hard to rain in his own self control (more than he wanted to admit) as The Slayer stood back in the lift. Letting the girl touch the upper level button. The lift gave a happy chime, then a second after the doors opened.

"Wut?" Lily could not help blurt out, voicing the moment of confusion for both of them as the lift dropped. Lily turned pale as she looked up with wide eyes. Had things unlocked with Riggs being gone? "This isn't supposed to happen, the lower levels are all looked down-"

The Slayer leaned forward, hooking his arm around the smaller human and pushing her behind him in a single smooth motion as the lift stopped with a chime. He was aware of Lily needing to grab his armor and right leg to stay up right as the doors opened.

It was seemingly pure reflex to reach out and snap the neck of the possessed that was lingering by the door. Before it could make any sort of sound. It was more than possible the thing had run into the call button down here.

He heard Lily suck in her breath at the same time as the now not so muffled movement of something large was heard. The Slayer crouched, his rifle up in hand as he used his own bulk to shield the girl-

He froze.

#doom slayer #doomguy #doom fanfiction #doom eternal #omie's writing #garnets story #doomdad