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batvvvvv · 6 months

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love these 2 with all my heart theyre crazy. infodump incoming

ivy and jon met in college about 18 years before the plot starts (ages 18 and 19 respectively) they were both like, intense and unsettling and as traumatized gay people do they kind of gravitated towards each other. jonathan broke his pen one time and asked pamela if he could borrow one and they just kind of ... never stopped talking. they've been inseperable since

jon was ivy's first friend not made out of neccessity, and pam was jonathan's first friend period. they are absolutely ride or die for each other.

they moved in together after a year to split rent, and despite still being Incredibly fucked up it was both of their first taste of normal life. or as normal as gotham can be idk. living the queer codependent best friends lifestyle !!! something almost like happiness

jonathan did sell drugs out of their apartment for a few months to make ends meet but that Definitely has no impact on his future later! haha! anyway

then they graduated! jon got a job in psychiatry and moved out; ivy stayed and took a job at arkham in the infirmary, where she meets harley. and while pam became more bitter and jaded at the horrible things she witnessed in arkham, jonathan got fired for tormenting a patient, spiralled completely into his obsession with fear and created the first version of his fear toxin. he was arrested and sent to blackgate (and then arkham a week later), then 6 months later ivy was arrested for blowing up a factory, and sent to blackgate.

they didnt speak for the next year and a half. jon continued to isolate himself and spiral, landing himself in arkham once or twice a month at a certain point, while pam got unhealthily fixated on taking down the corrupt in gotham, getting herself into her own fair share of trouble. both of them get to a breaking point around the same time-- forced to face their own actions and the consequences they bring.

so pamela escapes prison again and decides to lay low: gets an apartment under a fake name, and begins to plan her next operations more carefully. somewhere along the way harley moves in with her (after being ditched and left to fend for herself by the joker) and things are Okay !

jonathan's road to recovery (if you can really call it that he's still fucked up and crazy) is a little more explosive and insane but he ends up on ivy's doorstep, dripping wet and covered in blood, and asks to come in. despite everything she lets him stay! (i've written a fic for this that i'll share sometime if i can figure out how 💔)

and they've been keeping each other alive for the 15 years since! they're mean as hell to each other but also they would do anything for eachother. never underestimate the bond betw two fucked up and evil gay people

yeah i love these two so much . most annoying best friends ever !!!!!

#infodump #have i said that i love them enough times. i love them #two people who feel disgusting and inhuman find each other and at the very least they don't have to be alone anymore #shaking them violently #batman au #batman v #jonathan crane #pamela isley #scarecrow dc #poison ivy dc #technically ivycrow #but they are sooo incredibly platonic. gay and lesbian solidarity

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dnangelic · 17 days

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i've said this before but i'm STILL thinking about dark subconsciously affirming daisuke as a human and daisuke subconsciously affirming dark as a thing by the way they separate from each other. dark consistently shouting for daisuke 'not to leave him' versus daisuke consistently shouting for others 'not to take him'

#*･ﾟ⊰ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒. ⊱ ✦ › OUT.#IT'S SUCH A COOL SUBTLE DETAIL esp since u don't think that daisuke would #acknowledge dark as a 'thing' you'd think he'd try to insist that dark is human but daisuke never does!#to daisuke- a thing is just a thing! he literally says it! live arts can't wish! but it CAN be something more than that #it CAN have incredible meaning and sentimental value even if it -IS- meant to be inanimate or inhuman #the arts can dream!!! the arts can house all these feelings- that bring the hikari magic to life that bring the artworks themselves to life #when daisuke separates from dark he's always leaving. he gets lost in someone else's dream #another artwork; another world #when dark gets separated from daisuke he's always being taken- SEIZED. like an object with none of its own real autonomy #mannnnnnnn

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lycanthian · 13 days

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there is nothing more inhumanly frustrating to me than when someone tries to correct you on something and by all accounts theyre right except that in doing so they have wrongly assumed what you are trying to do

#like dick????????? do you know my intent??????????#does it matter to you so much that you are willing to come out here and tell me im wrong about something that you dont know?#ive been on the verge of verbally fucking this guy up for actual months and like. i cant #because i dont hate him and i enjoy when we actually talk as friends but he has this inhuman need to sound smart and right abt everything #and to make quips abt everything that he ever sees #and its incredibly insulting because it feels like he does this a higher amount to me. which isnt a problem in and of itself #but he is incapable of reading the fucking room ever or even vaguely comprehending why something hes saying can be taken badly #and i dont know if this is just by nature or intentional but the longer i talk to him the more intentional it feels #it feels like he intentionally says things to get rises out of people because hes fucking afraid of being genuine and normal #youre not funny man. youre not extra cool because you dont care about people #youre just a dick and a loser and you need to learn to shut your goddamn mouth #and the worst part is that hes so intertwined with all the other people im friends with that cutting him specifically off #would make things infinitely harder just to Exist in the same space as everyone else who i do love the company of #UAAAAAAGHGGHGHGGGHGHHHHHHHGHH #lycan howls

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bonescribes · 1 year

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𝟓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄

𝐈. Utopiosphere - Mili

twisted creation phosphorescent apparition heart , disorientation bemusement

tick tock , time doesn't stop prepare your doubts eat them up quaff down the puss of thoughts red sand flows out sweet mouth

𝐈𝐈. eat your young - hozier

i'm starvin' , darlin' let me put my lips to something let me wrap my teeth around the world

𝐈𝐈𝐈. tenshou shou tenshou - kikuo

reincarnation , ascension - until becoming another being reincarnation , recombination - heal again and again

𝐈𝐕. cold - the oh hellos

and the toll for crossing i'd owe charon would atrophy the half of me the heart of gold

𝐕. welcome to the family - watsky

my less exciting features are packed inside my body they're crammed up into the balcony, they're jamming up the lobby they're falling out the window you can see them crashing through the glass when i don't keep my lids closed

i don't really wanna sound like a lullaby but i think every family is a butterfly you know , pretty from afar , pretty gross up close don't pity what we are , it's mostly unhideous

tagged by: @frestoniia ! <3 tagging: @brawlqueen @thuganomxcs @auburniivenus @bishonenprince + you , steal it !

#❀ ooc .#❀ dash games .#hang on time to go crazy abt this in the tags #OKAY SO FOR 1)#this is such a perfect song for ku #to describe his relationship with his inhumanity #especially before he's really come to terms with demonhood AND humanity #how he views his demonic impulses and how holding them back affects him #'red sand flows out sweet mouth' can really describe both his incredibly ability to lie #AND the way that doing so hurts him (the visual of throwing up blood)#2) its the vibes ur honor its giving me youko thats it actually LOL #just. a song about greed and atrocities committed in the name thereof #its giving youko #3) another very youko song #this time more in the realm of ku transforming INTO youko once he regains the ability. and also for the first time #just the 'oh you underestimated me. you laughed at me. now im going to transform into something wicked and horrible and youre going to suf #-fer'#4) reflecting on ku's relationship with his emotions. his decision to embrace his humanity and his love #and also him recognizing that he's starting to lose some of that humanity at the start of the 3 kings arc #and the realization that he actually really doesnt WANT to you know? he WANTS to feel #'im not quite ready to turn to bone; to petrify this shred of life im holding onto'#YEAHHHH #5) ITS PURE TEAM URA.MESHI FOUND FAMILY VIBES #just the 'were all fucked up here and thats what makes us close'#supporting each other knowing that you all have these deep issues #nothing between them is perfect but it works precisely for that reason #a lyric i didnt add: 'tell me what youve witnessed - if the price of life is hell - no one ever had to sell me on how nice a fire smells'#ITS THEM ITS THEM ITS THEM #team ura.meshi as a found family just takes me OUT dude

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myrfing · 1 year

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i feel like in the case of fantasy if you want to talk about genocide it has to be about or something adjacent to the need to scapegoat a group of people to elevate “your own” and about having control over land/resources/power moreso than others, because you love your homeland and its people and the outsiders are a threat to your order and stability and peace because they were not born among your chosen people. because then you get a what if the world was made of pudding situation like omg what if mariah carey chose to kill everyone on earth but actually they were reborn as catgirls because the govt was planning to sacrifice 3/4ths of the total world population to create a soul farm for the worldwide magic barrier against the metaphorical despair great filter bird making our intrusive thoughts into real beasts. and by being catgirls we could learn to go hold a bird’s hand. but it was at the cost of so many lifes </3. What if. like that’s not even. you can’t even draw a parallel to a literal real life situation. it’s such an esoteric question it’s meant to be looked at on a nonliteral level. because then you can think about the question “is the past worth sacrificing the future to because it was happier?” and “what does it mean to die For Realsies” and so much more and not just like Well it’s wrong to not just KILL but MURDER everyone. it’s like if you read moby dick and left being like “i would’ve respected him more if he just got a normal job and gave up on the whale”. if you look at this entire thing from the only applicable real world literal moral lens (which is like, killing people is bad and killing More people is worse) it’s just like. IT MEANS FUCKING NOTHING LOL? unless your worldview that dominates all else is killing many people should always mean you are completely amoral and a sociopath no matter hwat in which case the game has been at fault from the beginning for portraying any of its characters in a positive light.

like I see ppl saying oh they woobified venat they should have owned her evilness. ok but like. is this that kind of game where we’re here to just gawk at the spectacle of le twisted evil or is it the kind of game that’s always tried to say something by the characters navigating their choices in their conflicts. like what is the point of them being like muahuahua im venat i trampled 73837383838363736 people under my feet because I’m a bad person. that there is no point because ummm zenos said does the ends justify the means so everything is exactly the same. so what she did was reprehensible and we should have gone with the 3/4ths solution because it was Less people dead in Longer time and we should’ve seen her as an enemy and killed her out of fury and revenge because the ancients were better and more right and deeply wronged by her the original sinner or whatever. what kind of story did you hope to hear or are you just brainpoisoned by online villain discourse where le evilness is automatically more raw and good and deep and interesting and everything is about good and evil as like weird isolated and whole concepts in themselves and it’s a race to see who mixes the most novel gray instead of those colors serving as nothing more than the beginning of or a supplement to a conversation. man i dunno how to say this better i will never get it right

#i guess people just hate that venat was just a guy who made the decision of a god #that she didn’t have a ‘right’ to make and then the story lauds her as overall sympathetic #idk im of the mind that god isnt really a thing and even if they were it’d be pointless to blame them for all the suffering in the world #but i feel like to an audience that struggles against the concept of god more actively #wants anyone and anything that takes even just its veneer or avatar to Be Responsible #and then the thought stops there even though godhood was just a means to an end for a normal person with like #normal desires against incredible circumstances #she spends the entire expac being like i want you to be free and do what you want and i know i have to die to make that happen #like she did not desire divinity any more than your character desired being the wol #she just doesn’t resent it because it serves a purpose and she’s not going to put the burden of that decision on anyone else #which is i guess odd for a community that likes to fight in blood and tears against wolhood becausd they find the responsibility to be like #arrogant and inhuman.

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beetlelark · 1 year

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Thinking about immortality and gender for immortal or very long lived beings, and how being that long lived it would make a lot of sense that as you get up there in the years that your connection to gender probably disconnects and/or changes/becomes very fluid— especially for beings who become immortal but their kind maybe aren’t meant to live that long? Idk, just thinking about how immortality and living for a very long time would slowly alter your perception of everything, including personal gender identity and expression.

I always kinda wonder at like characters that are thouuuusands of years old but are very firm in their gender and it hasn’t changed since day one, and like no shade to anyone who’s oc is that way! I just wonder what the character’s inner psychology would be about their gender and how it’s stayed the same since day one when they’ve lived for so so long, and experienced so much that would likely fundamentally change someone many times over.

Like I think about vampires a lot for this topic because in most cases vampires originate from humans. Humans aren’t meant to live forever. Being a vampire and living well past a humans lifespan (what you originated as) I feel there would be a lot of gender identity struggles and exploration, and eventual possible numbness/indifference to the whole concept in and of itself once a vampire gets into the thousands? Would there be like an unspoken knowledge in vampire society about that? Support groups lol? Does a vampire’s sire sort of help guide them through something as personal as that over time (if the sire is available)? Is it like a Rite of Passage to eventually have a breakdown of and over your gender and how you think of/express it for vampires?

These sorts of things I think about a lot and not just for vampires!! Elves are (usually) a naturally immortal or at least long lived race, and they aren’t humans or from humans (in most cases.) So like elven gender and expression of gender can be a really interesting topic too, and applying human perceptions and binaries to it I often think can’t work with their lifespans. But that’s just me!

Or beings like faeries and dragons. A lot of fantasy and/or non-human races, even if not immortal or long-lived, I think would have sometimes very different structures of gender identity in their society/kind. I don’t think human perception and structure could apply to all of them, because they aren’t human. They’re sentient (at least the kinds I’m talking about) but not human. So applying human ways of doing and thinking things that are like that I feel doesn’t really take full advantage of how cool and interesting worldbuilding different societies and povs of specific concepts like gender can be.

The whole topic of immortality and how it could/can affect gender identity/expression is like interesting to me to think about and theorize.

#aeon says #I be doing the thinkies about topics like this allll the time because I have multiple characters that are either long lived or #some flavor of immortal #and I think about how those characters interact with and express their gender identity and how it might have changed or could further change #as time goes on for them #like Ivan isn’t physically as old as he actually is #but before Metatron he wasn’t THAT old #he was only like 71 but looked in his 60s #but after merging with Metatron and becoming one expression of existence like #Ivan’s now incredibly old literally timeless and also now has a very inhuman perception of existence #compared to what he had before #also he like technically died too when merging with Metatron #so extra oof in the perception of existence #anyways now Ivan is truly immortal in that he legit cannot be killed by most means #whether mortal or magical #he will just regenerate to the point when Metatron merged with him and healed the damage that killed him #but back to gender #Ivan’s relationship with gender is now kind of null but also fluid #they feel both male female and nothing all at once #and don’t care what pronouns someone uses for them bc the pronouns don’t matter to them #they’re all right at the same time #you could even use it/it’s pronouns and they wouldn’t care #Ivan’s perception of their own gender has become very far removed from human ideas and binaries and boxes #worldbuilding #rambles #writing #worldbuild #immortality

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sentient-cloud · 2 years

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#if I’m not good any anything I pride myself on if I’m not even a good person then well what’s the point babes #🤨 sorry having a moment. i am not a good artist I can’t finish commissions and I can’t draw anything im actually satisfied with.#I can’t sew for shit it takes me insanely long to do incredibly poor quality work and I barely do anything and make the worst thing anyone #ever seen and then get so frustrated and exhausted I have to stop #not good at the silly little game I pride myself on for some reason #certainly not a good friend nor a good person nor a good pet owner nor good at basic survival #like lol why am I here #feeling like I Ought to be inhumanely put down #negative

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sunuism · 2 years

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hm...

#another sunwoo rant incoming bc i have NOT shared all my thoughts yet #but i will keep it in the tags to stay civilized #i am in no way trying to analyze anything or read into things bc like i dont know the man #but from what i see and hear i have many thoughts and feelings #especially feelings #it just makes me so incredibly sad that someone can work so hard to the point that its actually detrimental to their health #like imagine how insane that is #in any other field of work these kinds of work hours would be deemed a workers rights violation #for example in denmark you can only work 13 hours within a day so ou have to have 11 hours off #there also has to be 11 hours between your shifts #and you cant work more than 6 days a week #but when touring they only had a few days in between concerts and had to practice for a comeback in the down time plus travel between citie #like no wonder that causes someone to be stressed out #and now i cant stop thinking about how hard of a time he must have had every time i watch a video from the past few months #also the others but especially him #its just so inhumane #and ofc this has all probably been said a million times #but it just somehow hits harder for me now bc its someone who i really like #like these parasocial relationships are no joke... im crying over a man who doesnt even know i exist #but anyways #another thing is #i feel like these last couple of years i started seeing my fave idols as just people...#that sounds kinda stupid but...#when youre younger you kinda get attracted to the whole unattainable aspect of celebrities and you kinda see them as gods #you feel like theyre nothing like you and that you have completely different experiences in life #but now i kinda realised that theyre really not that different from me #like they have a way cooler job with more benefits but deep down were all just trying our best and working our ass off #ive often imagined when ive went directly from class to my part time job that this exhaustion im feeling is just like them having to go #from schedule to schedule without much sleep #and i really feel so much empathy

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moonlightcrossesonyourbody · 7 months

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To the guy on the subway that cut in very confidently and firmly to stop another dude that was jonesing from trying to touch me and making grabs at my titts, who went on to demand when i was getting off and was deadass fully prepared to wait with me and then procceeded to groan about being DONE with men this week and meaning it 100%, apologising for his gender and sending me off to my next stop i want you to know these:

-I was perfectly safe and defended, i have been boxing for a decade and working nightshifts in the ER and could have handled it myself if need be but thank you for cutting in when you saw something bad happening while everyone else around us ignored it, women included

-You handled it magnificently, you were incredibly firm and said that's enough and cut it out NOW instead of trying to talk things down or telling me to get up and shit

-I was having a very bad day and your kindness and consideration made in end on a high note

-Thank you

-I'll always be a little bit in love with you in the way people fall in love with strangers and will always wonder what the book you were reading was and what the hell you were srcibbling in the margins

#personal #people #it was just a bad shift okay #and i did not need someone trying to grab me on top of it #i'm a midwife currently in the goddamn labour ward #the day to day whole shift incidents of violence against women has been chipping pieces off of me #and i don't mean women coming in hurt #i mean women coming in incredibly vulnerable and experience one of the most important moments of their lives and being made to feel insecur #and hurt and violated constantly #i do not understand it #i cannot understand how you can be a woman and treat other women #-women you are responsible for-#so badly so inhumanely when they come to you in the most physically and emotionally vulnerable of states #and you choose violence and negligence and mockery and just #why?#why are you in this field in the first place?#it was a bad day culminating from a bad few months and just seeing someone step in so firmly with no hesitation and zero tolerance for shit #was so refreshing and comforting and just bjbkjvlhvjlcgcgkcasda

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roach-works · 6 days

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i feel like there's a rich vein of SOME kind of ore to mine with regards to the romantic woes of visibly "freakish" and inhuman superheros, especially in silver age comics. like, because of the comics code, the writers could not in-universe admit that some people are really kinky and would absolutely nut in an instant if a gigantic alligator man or a living rock monster or a ten foot tall woman who's on fire gave them a little smooch on the head. like maybe most people in the 70s and 80s had no idea this was the case, either!

but so you end up with these romantic plot lines where some poor freakish superhero with a heart of gold and the skin of, i don't know, a bunch of octopi, is miserable because they'll never find true love, except for a totally normal woman has the power to see their inner heart (which is normal) and fall in love with them for that (normally). villains can sometimes be like 'yeah this chick is super into the fact that i'm an eight foot tall deathbot, we're both evil like that' but ben grimm can't get a date! even blind women are a little concerned that he's literally made out of rocks. it never works out because the writers either can't imagine or can't admit that no matter the freak, there's a bigger, hornier freak who's praying for a chance to shoot their shot.

i don't know. it's just interesting. obviously modern comics can acknowledge a lot more sexual variance than the stuff from fifty years ago, but it's just kinda neat to consider the bizarre limitations a heteronormative paradigm enforces on a population of very strange characters.

and also i feel like in real life ben grimm's DMs would be full of incredibly horny geologists going PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE all day long.

#superheros

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neil-gaiman · 6 months

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Hello Mr Neil,

I want to share how I feel about Sherryl the supermodel from Good Omens. You've answered a question previously when someone felt that her representation was lacking empathy (re the visual effects note in the script book, although the scene was cut), and I want to offer my thoughts to help people who felt that way about Sherryl.

The book (Good Omens, not the scripts, which I haven't read) plays with dark topics and makes them absurd and fun, aiming the jabs at the systems that (mis)guide or harm people (there are Beliefs, the People who Believe them, and the odd ways of living that make sense to them). Famine's D-Plan sums up the diet industry and a culture of starvation: of course we don't laugh /at/ Sherryl, we understand (because of everything the novel sets up) that like every other human she does her best with the frameworks she's got. It's empathetic, because that's what Good Omens is. Understanding that let me reframe the knee-jerk reaction I had on my first read of the scene in the book.

[For the TV show, though, as you've explained in the past, certain things had to be adapted to the time. I wonder sometimes - because I know that you do these things well - how you felt about approaching Sherryl nearly 30 years later.]

I think the trouble for me was that the scene in the book felt cruel at first. Now, I think 'A skeleton in a Dior dress' beautifully sums up the sacrifice of her humanity to become New York's top model. It's death dressed up - that's how such extremely-ill supermodels *should* appear to us if only we were unblinkered. One should see plainly the actual violence in an emaciated person's appearance. Maybe growing up with early 2000s aggressive body-shaming British TV shows and an overweight mother of Sherryl's generation as well as personal experience of anorexia made the 'skeleton' image feel cruel, now-overdone and recognisable to the nastiest unhealed bits in my psyche.

I think the frightened human animal in me initially recoiled from the dehumanisation. The pit of me jerked at the descriptions of Sherryl that felt like real insults, pulled straight from mainstream body-shaming media of my formative years. Of course, Good Omens predates this - thin was in, religiously, and the scene was subversive then - but that was my initial bodily feeling, not a thoughtful response. I describe it to illustrate where the challenge was, after we've gone from skinny worship in the 90s, to domestic skinny enforcement, to skinny shame, to wherever we are now in the popular orthorexic fitness culture and clean-eating minefield etc etc. Starvation dehumanises, and Sherryl was sick to the point of being inhuman - the scene under a microscope might feel complicit in dehumanisation to the sensibilities of teens and young adults today (for the same reason that people in Trafalgar Square can't see England), but within the book it humanises Sherryl by showing you plainly what awful thing has happened to her.

What the book did for me was let me delight in a sense of humour that makes difficult things totally absurd and therefore perfectly understandable. It told me, everyone is doing their best (to the best of their understanding), and when the fun-poking poked at my own pressure points, it said, lovingly, yes, you too. Many things about the book are like laughing with a friend or receiving a warm hug - it makes the big things so silly, and shared, and okay.

Thanks :) x <3

I am glad that is how you saw her. That is how we saw her. (I'm reminded of the only time I was ever at a high fashion event, where I found myself profoundly shocked by the incredible thinness of the models, and how sorry for them I felt, and how I wanted to feed them soup and stew and sandwiches. And of a high fashion model I knew a little, when she went out with a friend of mine, who told me that some girls she knew used heroin to stop the hunger pains, injecting themselves between their toes, and later I learned that my friend broke up with her when he learned she was a heroin addict.)

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werecreature-addicted · 6 months

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Consider: A werewolf who’s had to hold back when fucking their human lovers and then they meet a vampire. Strong, near-indestructible by conventional means. And they wanna get dicked down by a werewolf bad. Maybe it’s taboo for werewolves and vampires to fuck, maybe it’s not, but either way it’s the first time either of them has been able to just really let loose

Werewolf boyfriend who is so used to holding back that he doesn't even realize what he's missing out on. He's absolutely stunned the first time he gets flipped over and pinned down by you, his vampiric lover. He's never slept with someone stronger than him before.

His claws scratch at your skin, only for the wounds to heal almost as soon as they form. He can sink his teeth into your neck all night long, you won't bleed. No matter how hard he drills his cock into you, you just croon and beg for more, harder, deeper.

The bed breaks long before either of you are done. Kisses with sharp teeth, groping and grasping at each other with inhuman strength, and of course fucking with endless stamina. It's the best sex of his life.

He lets you drink from him. Every instinct in his wolf body is screaming at him not to, but he pushes those feelings aside to let you feed. It feels incredible. A small prick of pain before a rush of endorphins. He almost whines when you pull away. You tease him about how his blood tastes, he growls and pins you back under him and threatens to spank you for being such a brat. He has no idea if he can even hurt you with his full strength and he's so excited to find out.

#monster imagine #monster fucker #monster boyfriend #teratophillia #werewolf #monster #werewolves #werewolf boyfriend #werewolf x reader #werewolf x vampire #werewolf smut #werewolf x reader smut

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pandoraslxna · 1 year

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hi! first and foremost all of ur writing is GODSENT I’m hooked‼️ secondly, i saw ur requests were open and was wanting to see if you could write a neteyam smut where the reader is in heat and is completely insatiable so it leads to some thigh riding and it just isn’t making the cut so he just sits you on his face? and I love ur characterization so with lots of dialogue and him talking you through it pretty please🙏🏽 thank you for gifting us constantly !!

The heat that spreads

adult Neteyam x female avatar reader

Warnings: explicit smut, minors dni, thigh riding, oral, face sitting, praise kink, heat cycle

Words: 1.9k

Notes: thank you so much for your kind words they mean the world to me!! 😭🫶🏻 I had so much fun writing this skfjdks

Being a Na’vi had it’s perks.

The newly unlocked strength, heightened senses of smell, inhuman hearing and the agility of your avatar body— it was incredible! But there were still some things you had to get used to. One of these things being the monthly heat cycle every female Na’vi goes through, once their bodies are fully developed. It’s a blessing and a curse. You still haven’t figured out when exactly it happens, you just know that it’s not regular and therefore usually comes as a surprise. But you and your mate are trying to make the best out of it.

Right now, you’re sitting on Neteyam thigh, helping him braid his hair, when it suddenly hits you. It starts with a strange yet familiar feeling in your stomach, a warmth that spreads from your lower abdomen right into your lap. It tingles. Makes your head feel dizzy and clouded. You can feel your pupils dilate, senses on high alert as you inhale your mates scent. Neteyam smells like rain, fresh cut grass and tree bark. "What’s wrong?", he tilts his head, some of his braids lazily fall over his shoulder and you swallow thickly. He caresses your cheek with his big hand, thumb gently brushing over your bottom lip. "'Teyam", it comes out as a whine and you blush, "I- I think I‘m starting my…" Neteyams eyes widen. Has it been a month already? He thinks back to the last time with a smug grin on his face, when the two of you couldn’t leave the nest for nearly three days.

You try to clench your thighs together for some friction but it’s impossible with Neteyams leg inbetween them. You curse the position your in, but then he shifts under you, the muscle of his thigh brushes against your clit and you gasp.

You don’t even mean to, but your body has a mind of its own and you slowly start grinding yourself against his thigh. "Please", you beg for his touch, "C-Can we, uhm…" Your eyes point to the weaved sleeping matt, that you two share, across the marui pod. A contented purr of your name rumbles in his chest, your toes curling into the soles of your feet as your name drips from his tongue like warm honey. "Keep doing that", he chuckles and guides your hips to keep moving, "We‘ll get to mating soon, my sweet girl. Now I just want to help you get to your release. The first of many." His words aren’t just promises, they’re vows. He enjoys the days of your heat more than anything, willing to bend you in every possible position until you’re finally satisfied. His stamina seemingly increased during these times, thanks to a certain hormone only the female’s mate could smell.

You whimper softly, the tips of your ears burning with an intense heat as you stare up at your mate through lidded eyes. Neteyams words sent your heart a flutter, stomach bunching into a tight knot as your nerves tingle like a live wire.

You felt small sitting on his thigh, dwarfed by his much larger stature as you struggle to stay seated. You can feel the heat pooling rapidly in the pit of your stomach, heart beating hard against your ribs and pounding loudly in your ears as your breaths come out in short, rough pants. Your pussy clenches around nothing and it almost drives you insane. It hurts.

You experiment with different paces and pressures, trying to figure out the best way to get yourself off. It doesn’t take very long to find out what works best for you.

"You're dripping all over my thigh,” Neteyam notes amused. He’s mesmerized by the sight of you using him for your own pleasure.

You take a deep, shuddering breath, tongue darting over your dry lips as you swallow around the lump in your throat.

"'Teyam," you wail, voice turning into a whine laced with tiny hiccups. "It’s, fuck, it’s not enough… It hurts, I want to– need to cum so bad."

"I know, little one. You're doing so well for me", he praises, with his fingers digging into your hips he helps you move faster and cause more and more friction. Neteyam then tenses the muscles of his thigh, which completely changes the feeling. It’s so much harder now, the friction a lot more satisfying. "Better?"

You nod frantically, incapable of forming a coherent response.

Every rock of your hips is bringing you a jolt of pleasure. It feels so euphoric that you find yourself never wanting it to end. Everything‘s being stimulated with each buck of your hips and small shivers shot up your spine every time you brush your clit against his muscles.

You were growing wetter by the second, so much so that a wet patch was beginning to form on his skin. Which was making it easier and even more pleasurable for you to glide yourself up and down his thigh. When you brush your clit once more, you really couldn’t help the loud moan that left your lips.

"You’re close already, aren’t you? My sweet girl is going to cum just from grinding herself on my thigh", Neteyam chuckles teasingly and his intense eye contact is too much for you. You shy away from him but his free hand reaches for your face, thumb and forefinger digging into your jaw as he tilts your chin up. "No, you keep looking at me with those pretty eyes or I’ll stop." You can feel his hot breath against your skin, every hair on the nape of your neck standing up at his close proximity. "D-Don’t stop, please! Please I’m so– so close Neteyam!" Your breathing wavered, hot, burning coil in your stomach threatening to snap as you tremble. He‘s in complete control of your movements, strong hands digging at your hip so hard, you know it’s going to bruise tomorrow. He moves your body along to the rhythm that you desire. Your face twists with pleasure as you moan with complete abandon, his name like a prayer on your lips as your wet pussy slides across his thigh. Neteyam hums, voice deep and thick as he speaks to you in a hushed whisper. "It’s okay, little one. You can cum, let go for me."

You don’t hesitate to obey his command, the coil in your stomach shattering into a million pieces as your orgasm violently courses through you. Your body trembles and you scream your mates name with pure bliss, clinging to him like your life depends on it. Your movements falter, fingers numb as you hold tight onto his shoulders and what little sanity you had left. Neteyam forces you to ride out the waves of your pleasure high, pressing his leg hard against your clit until you beg for him to stop, crying that’s it’s too much but not enough at the same time. If he keeps that rhythm up, you’re sure you would immediately cum again.

Your legs are shaking and you pitch forward, burying your head against his board chest and seeking the warmth of his skin. His sturdy grip on you slowly eases, fingers gently threading through your braided hair and his other hand caressing your back to soothe the erratic beating of your heart. You hum with content as you press your ear against his chest, listening to his thundering heartbeat as you try to regain control of your breathing.

"How do you feel, my love?", he kisses the top of your head.

It doesn’t take long for the familiar heat to return to your core, spreading like a wild fire and you hide your blushing face in his chest. "Wasn’t enough", you mumble and it’s barely above a whisper. "Hm, I thought so", Neteyam grins, "my desperate little mate." You don’t even know what’s happening at first, as he maneuvers you into a new position. When your eyes fly open, you find your mate almost flat on the ground, laying right below you and with his head resting between your thighs. Your eyes widen when he playfully bites down onto the soft flesh of your thigh, careful not to actually hurt you with his canine. His hot breathe fans over the wet skin of your cunt and you shiver. "Neteyam, what are you–" He leans forward to place a sudden kiss right on your clit and you choke on your words. "Sit down", he demands and his words alone make you weak in the knees. One of his hands cups your ass and the other one your hip, with his three long fingers digging into your skin he supports you, pulls you down closer to where he licks his lips, ready to consume his favorite meal. You do as you’re told, carefully lowering yourself to sit on his face and immediately, his tongue darts out to lick a stripe from your dripping entrance to your clit.

He moans at your taste, at the way you fist your hands in his hair to anchor him so you can rut against his face. Against his nose and those puffy lips, so roughly that you can feel his head moving with the force of your hips. And yet he’s moaning uncontrollably, gasping and groaning your name and between slurps and sucks.

He’s a voracious pussy eater. Tireless, hungry, eager to please, but most of all responsive even though he’s nearly smothered under your weight as you ride his face.

"Holy shit— oh, fuck, 'Teyam you’re gonna make me cum again!"

His mouth and his tongue work overtime, swirling around your clit. Suckling on your lips. Sticking his tongue as far into you as he possibly can, ignoring his aching jaw to lick up every little drop of your delicious juices. Smothering himself and shortening his breath from stuffing his nose into your mound to reach as far into you as he can. And then– then, Neteyam does the one thing that he knows you absolutely love.

Taking a hand off your hip, he slips two of his fingers into your soaking wet cunt and curls them just right. Pairing powerful strokes of his hand with long sucks of his mouth, he coaxes you over the edge with such familiarity and such confidence that it takes your breath away. Literally.

"Neteyam!” You gasp, hands fisting in his hair and pulling as your thighs snap tight around his head. Your orgasm almost takes you out, it makes you shake like the leaves of a tree in a storm, your muscles jumping and spasming and making you twitch uncontrollably until it plateaus into complete, white-out inducing bliss. His fingers keep pumping in and out of you through the clamping of your walls, stretching out your orgasm until you’re slumping down ever so slowly, your body slowly going limp from the incredible pleasure.

With a gentle tap to your thigh, you untangle yourself from your mate, lifting your hips from his face. He’s glistening with your slickness and it makes you flustered. When he sits up, your eyes immediately fall on the outline of his hard and painfully neglected cock under his loincloth. It makes you swallow almost hungrily.

He grins at you, palming himself over the thin cloth as he repositions himself once again. With a hand flat on your chest he gently lays you down and then sits on his heels, right between your thighs. "Satisfied yet?", he tilts his head and licks his lips clean. You shake your head no and he chuckles. "What do you want? Talk to me, my sweet girl and I’ll do whatever you want."

"More. Please, I want… more."

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Hihi I recently started reading your works and stchnvdhnifbmb I'm obsessed now lol

I must ask how the creeps would react to someone who was there for them before they became the way they are now? I'm quite curious (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；)

Take care and hydrate <333

Creepypastas with reader that had knew them before tragic eventes

➥ with Jeff the Killer, Homicidal Liu, "Ticci" Toby, Eyeless Jack, Ben Drowned

Ahh you waited so long for this Im so sorry!T^T

Also you guys have no idea how sweet that is! Im glad that someone likes to read my scribble! <3 Lots of love and also remember to hydrate! I choose couple of pastas, but feel free to inform me if you would like someone else!

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☆ Jeff the Killer

During one of this normal days, or maybe during calm night? You finally saw him..You were looking at eachothers, not sure what to do - sure, he may be a killer now..but this killer was once your friend? Does he even recognize you? But to your suprise, he just started laughing. It wasn't his casual maniac laughter..this one were more friendly, just like the laugh of him you remembered. The laugh of your best friend. He remembered you..and even if he is way diffrent now, then the part of him is still your best friend. You are finally something good in his miserable life, and he almost felt normal once again. Its funny how you make a man like him smile and sigh in relief, just by your presence. And he doesn't care what he did do somehow deserved you again - all he could do is being grateful for that.

☆ Homicidal Liu

You manage to meet Liu on one, ordinary night. Even if he looked, oh so diffrent, then inside you could still recognize his past self. When it comes to Liu, he couldnt believe his luck in that moment. He craves for sense of normalcy like nothing else, its his only true wish..but now you are here again? He start to remember all this nice moments from his childhood..you were in all of them! Even if he didnt recognize you at first, he felt so many strong emotions and could find something familiar..and like that after a quick chat you finally were in eachothers arms once again. There you were..his only hope and only love, you have no idea how long he had waited for you - and when he finally got you, he wont let you go again.

☆ "Ticci" Toby

After everything he had done, Toby really became all this names they used to call him in school - he was a monster, a freak in fact. Could you even look at him in the same, sweet way you used to as a kid? He was scared, constantly scared..so he didnt made a first move. Until that day. When he finally saw you again, he finally felt at peace. The feeling when you were again in his arms felt like coming home from a long journey. He was able to feel the same thing, the same love and care from you. And he already felt much better, just from seeing your smile again.

☆ Eyeless Jack

He was sure you wouldn't recognize him..now he was a monster after all, a inhuman being, a demon straight from poeple nightmares. But he wished, he dreamed that you would look at him in the same way - they way you used to when everything was normal. Meeting you again made him so incredible happy..he almost feel human again! All he could do was just hug you, and sob quietly.. you had so much to talk about, but you have time for that..the only thing that matter is you right now.

☆ Ben Drowned

Ben wasnt the same person you used to cherish and care for..shit, he wasnt even a person, a human anymore. So was he still worth of your friendship? Your sweet words and hugs? Was he even worth looking at you? But he finally decide to meet you once more, he had all eternity and he needs you to make it worth exisitng. So when he showed up at your doors? He had it all planned, the things he will do and say..but just seeing you made him tear up and look in guilt to the ground. His always cool and smug persona, was replaced with the seriousness and culpability. And when you took him into your warm embrace? When you started to shush him ,a dcomfort him? He felt at peace once again, almost like nothing else matters but you both. You already made him the happiest and nothing can compare to you, nothing else in this world.

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