#bark writes

[aetherarf]

Requested by @makialene

If you have a minute, could you write something with Diluc and praise? Just wholesome, letting him know you’re proud of him and he’s doing a good job

[[ Summary: Diluc works hard, is kind, tries his best, and is deserving of many good things. Some praise is one of those good things. ]]

[[ Word Count: 1'032 ]]

With a deep, exhausted sigh, Diluc walked into the Winery, hanging up his coat, taking a moment to pause, holding onto the coatrack for a brief second, if only to have that much less weight to hold him down, to have to stay upright.

A long night of his being the 'Darknight Hero' [he, admittedly, found the name somewhat cringy, but not enough that he'd do anything about it] followed a morn of getting everything set up in the Winery after the last... event that happened, making sure everything was clean and clear before the customers flooded in, an agonizing day of paperwork and trying to negotiate to get his wine transported to Liyue, and planning a meeting with Ningguang considering this... And a long, drawn-out evening, a dinner with the Winemakers' Guild, where they all did everything they could to get his sponsorship for their own agendas.

The sun had long since sunk and the moon hung high in the sky when he got home. Every bit of him ached. But, he was home, and while there was always more to be done, his body and spirit were no longer willing. He could catch up tomorrow morning after he finally got some rest [even if there was never any actual catching up. Getting the most high-priority things handled, and chipping away at everything else.]

When someone said his name, in a blissful tone, he paused, and instinctively straightened his back, turning to look at the stairwell you walked down, with a smile on your face. He couldn't help but sigh in relief- it was nice to see you, even if he wasn't sure he was much for conversation or company.

You always understood that, sometimes, he just didn't have it in him. He was a busy man... and admittedly overworked. He wasn't very good at letting others handle things for him. It was self inflicted, but also not such a simple task to figure out.

"There's my handsome man, after doing so much good. Are you feeling okay?" You asked as you walked towards him, grabbing one of this hands with both your own.

He struggled for a moment, before replying with a weak smile, "I'm just tired."

"Of course you are. Have you eaten?" You asked, and he nodded,

"I'm just tired." He explained, and without another word, you started leading him to the bedroom- He took the moment to close his eyes and just let you, not needing to worry. He knew you had every wholesome intention towards him, and this wasn't something he needed to fear.

For a moment, he just let his eyes close- he was being led. He didn't need to be wary, not in this little, quiet moment.

He was safe. A rare, but never unwelcome feeling.

Diluc could tell, just from the habit of walking around the Winery, the change of the sound that his own feet made, and the slight creek of the door, he sighed and opened his eyes. His room was dim- which was exactly how he preferred it. He only realized how close he was to overstimulation, but perhaps he was still buzzing with the day's anxiety. But it was coming to a close, it was almost over.

He walked ahead and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling off his boots, tossing them off to the side- before he could get his tired hands to try and work at his clothes, you were already on it, getting off his coat, his shirt, untying the ribbon in his hair. He closed his eyes for a moment, the relief of his hair no longer tugging on his scalp was a blessing.

It wasn't haphazardly tossed about, instead was put away to be cleaned at a later time, so he didn't need to worry about the visual clutter. He watched as you walked back from doing this small, but more than meaningful task for him, and stood right in front of him. Confused, he stared at you as you cupped his cheeks.

"I love you."

He smiled, "I love you too," though it sounded a bit odd with how you squished his cheeks. He felt... silly, but he didn't really mind. Not right now, anyway.

"You work so hard, and always come back safe..."

He felt a warmth in his chest, but it was dwarfed by the confusion,

"Why are you saying this?" He asked- not suspicious, only confused and curious. "Did something happen?"

"You just deserve to be told how good of a man you are."

Admittedly, Diluc didn't feel like he was that good of a man. He wasn't a bad person, but there was always a haunting guilt taunting him, that he wasn't doing enough, that he wasn't enough,

"You've always been more than enough. You've given everything you had and then some. But even without that, I'd love you anyway."

He exhaled softly, and opened his mouth to say something back- anything, even when his brain was so frazzled, only to have a finger pressed over his lips,

"No, no more talkie. You've done enough of that today, haven't you?"

Exhaling through his nose, he smiled. He didn't need to say anything, or even nod. Even if you let him.

"Well, actually one more talkie. Do you want to cuddle?" You asked, "I'm sure you're tired."

"Would you mind?" He asked,

"Of course not."

"... Even if you were the big spoon?" He asked, a little shy. He wasn't massive, but he also wasn't small.

"Of course not."

And even if it was, maybe, a little comedic, and he took care to pull his hair over his shoulder to get as much of it out of the way as possible, resting his hands over yours as they wrapped around his torso, he exhaled softly, relaxing in the soothingly cool room. He'd pull up the blankets when he was ready to completely fade, but...

Right now, he just wanted to doze, to rest, as he could hear you whisper sweet little praises, chaste and loving.

He was human, in the end. Even he wanted to hear praise, if only it was once in a blue moon, it was...

Nice.

#genshin impact #genshin diluc #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #diluc #bark writes #makialene #request #fluffy bark

[barkanon]

I guess I should do a mini ooc intro thingy..

hello! Bark anon, but you can just call me Bark!! I bark at cool people owo

uh my pronouns are he/him, and so are barks. Im trans and bisexual !

uh bark doesn’t have much lore yet uh. But he’s kinda uh interesting, often bouncy and playful. He has quick mood swings, he can go from energetic to sad in like the blink of an eye. He likes to collect bones and other trinkets he finds. He either doesn’t realize how odd and ominous he can be, or he doesn’t care. Is he just innocent and weird or is he a little fucked up? Who knows?

He’s also confirmed to be less then 50% human, and he’s a shortie (5’0). Age unknown, origin unknown, honestly not much is known. But part of that is me not taking this little guy seriously until recently. Oh also yeah he’s small and will bite. Most of the time it’s just playful, but he will bite you in anger. He’s a shithead. But using a spray bottle works on him.

u h I think that’s it. Okay bye-

#Ooc #bark writes

[ivysoul]

perv!simon has taken over my brain thank u.

simon riley who’s maybe a bit too friendly with you—his neighbour. always finding an excuse to touch you, whether it be his fingers gently brushing against your cheek as he claimed to have seen a stray eyelash sitting there, or putting his hands on your waist to manoeuvre you to the side to let him pass. he always found some way to be touching you, and you, poor naive you, never took notice to why he would. you always just assumed he was friendly with you because you two were friends.

simon riley who snuck into your bedroom when he was over at your house. you had invited him over on a hot summer day to swim in your pool, figuring he might like to cool off. with the excuse of needing to use the bathroom, he left you in the backyard to float on your floaty in the pool as he ventured to your room, his eyes almost immediately landing on your laundry hamper in the corner. he let his thoughts race for a moment as he toyed with the idea in his mind.

simon riley who took one glance out the window at your relaxed body on the floaty, splayed out with sunglasses over your eyes, the purple bikini you wore didn’t leave much to the imagination. he felt his cock twitch in his swimming shorts. without much hesitation, he moved towards your laundry hamper and dug through. it didn’t take him long to find a pair of your thongs.

simon riley who knew he was a dirty little perv for pumping his cock slow and languid in your bathroom, your pretty panties in the hand wrapped around his cock and his swimming shorts around his ankles. he smoothed his thumb over his slit, letting out a shallow breath from the action. he moaned loud and threw his head back when he used his other hand to cup his heavy balls. he wished so badly he could fill you, both with his cock and his cum. he wanted to pump you full and watch you swell with his child. he wanted to stuff your throat with his cock and have you drool and gargle around the thickness. he wanted to claim you as his and ruin you for anyone else.

simon riley who came hard when he heard you call out for him from downstairs. his groans filling the space of the bathroom as he shot hot spurts of cum on his thighs and on your panties. his chest heaved and his eyes were shut tight, abs hurting slightly from tensing so hard during his orgasm. he didn’t hear the taps on the stairs, and he didn’t hear them get closer and closer to the bathroom door. but when your voice spoke from the other side of the door, he knew something was seriously wrong with him when his cock started getting hard again.

#*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 📁 ꒰ simon ghost riley ! ⊹˚. ♡ ꒱ #i’m barking at my own writing #i wanna eat him #he’s so #oh man #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #ghost x reader #ghost smut #cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod mw #call of duty modern warfare 2 #saintlulls

[invisiblemonstrosity]

it’s their’s to burn

sharing a cigarette with joan of arc - dante émile ( @orpheuslament ) // photography by brendon burton

#this poem punch anyone else in the grey matter or? #jk I fucking know it did #‘None of that matters when God has plans for you. I still love him I just wish he'd leave me alone.´ #GRRR BARK BARK BARK #holyyy shit do you know what you’ve done to my psyche ?? #words #edit #poetry edit #dante émile #joan of arc #sharing a cigarette with Joan of arc #aesthetic #aes #art #photograph #Brendan burton #western gothic #typography #typo #writing #h8 #poem #Poet parlay

[tourettesdog]

Today I read the insane phrase "DPxDC fanon" and I just want to gently remind yall that there is No Such Thing as "DPxDC canon" 😂

If anyone is feeling nervous about writing for the crossover-- or any fandom-- because you're worried about "doing it wrong", just remember that fandom is meant to be fun, and that if people want to see characters written a certain way they can pull up their writing program and do it themselves. 💜

#dog barks #dpxdc #gatekeepers get fucked this is a fun space #if you don't like someone's writing you can always press the back button you don't have to go on a crusade against them

[vetitiscripta]

some sfw and nsfw headcanons for tpof ren please🦊🙏🏻 instantly fell in love with your writing and craving the foxy dilf

oh anon you’re so sweet, i’m glad you like my writing! AND YOU MAY ABSOLUTELY HAVE DILF REN HEADCANONS I AM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES FOR THAT MAN I AM BARKING LIKE A DOG

sfw

he lets you run your fingers over his scars, tracing them. if he’s feeling up to it, he’ll even tell you the story behind them

still a big anime fan so on his days off he likes to just relax with you and do anime marathons

since ren lives in different apartments, you of course go with him when he moves locations. he found an apartment by the bunker to stay in while you were recovering. traveling while you have multiple open wounds seems like a hassle so he figured it would just be easier to get a place nearby

YOU ARE SO SPOILED!! anything you want, its yours. you once mentioned how you miss all the games you had and you woke up the next morning to just about every new gaming console under the tv, already plugged in and games loaded on them. sometimes you have to be careful with what you offhandedly mention wanting because he will get it for you (he just likes seeing you happy, he lives for your smile)

once you are trusted with being outside (something that took quite a while for you to earn), he will absolutely take you out and about in town just to A) show you off and B) take you on shopping trips. he 100% has a black card. ANYTHING YOU WANT, YOU GET! that sweater is $1500? sure, get one in every color. you like the glass elephant that is made purely of crystal? it can be a decorative piece on the dining table

despite how spoiled you are, you are not free from being punished. you don’t get punished as much anymore, but at the beginning of your relationship, you defied him, hoping that you could get away (either running away or by death, you didn’t care at that point). ren has been through his fair share of punishments, he’s told you such; he knows how to leave a memorable punishment to help you understand. he’s also not above bringing out the shock collar in case the punishments aren’t enough

but after every punishment, he always cleans you up and cuddles with you, stroking your hair as you cry into his chest. depending on how far in the relationship it is, he can feel bad for punishing you but he knows that it’s to help you behave and understand

before you’re trusted to be left alone in the apartments, he’ll bring you with him to the bunker when he’s streaming. the first time you realized where you were, you almost threw up from the pure panic that spread through you. ren cupped your face and kissed you to help calm you down, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t find how absolutely terrified you were adorable. while he’s streaming you are left in the hands of rhino and kangaroo, who you have come to enjoy and consider friends (or at least as close to friends as you can get in your now abnormal life)

ren once considered getting you a pet to keep you company when you’re alone but he quickly discarded the idea due to how jealous he would be. you are his and your full attention should be on him. he might consider something super low maintenance like a goldfish (you would have to beg him for it though because he would still be jealous what a loser)

i personally think that ren would want a family. its not an intense urge he has, not something he thinks about 24/7, but he thinks about it every so often and how nice it would be (he’s also not getting any younger). ren is very fucked up (from both trauma and who he is as a person now) and it might not happen, but he still thinks about it, especially with you. its very cheesy of him to say, but he knows you’re the one. when he’s really going through it and feeling down, he wonders if what you have is real, if you truly love him or if it’s all for show to just survive (you always tell him that if it was just for show you wouldn’t be so willing to be around him and probably would have killed yourself early on babe your stockholm syndrome is showing)

nsfw (under the cut)

cliché but ren likes to bite during sex. he gets rather caught up in the moment and tasting you really gets him going

his heats can be pretty intense. his more clingy side comes out when he’s in heat and he will not leave you alone. from the moment you wake up until you fall asleep for the night (if you sleep during his heat), he has you in different positions and his dick is always inside you. even if you have to get up for something, he is following you, basically piggybacking you with how close he is

while you probably don’t appear in streams anymore, ren will occasionally film you two fucking. he teases you by telling you that you’re live and everyone is watching or that he’ll upload it for his fans later (a lie, you’re for his eyes only now but he does love how flush you get and how you beg him to turn the camera off)

this is already canon but ren loves seeing you in cute, frilly lingerie. there is nothing he loves more than to buy you an expensive lingerie set and have you show it off to him, only for him to rip it off of you within seconds. if he really likes the piece he’ll fuck you in the lingerie and will have you wear it again

phone sex while he’s away. every night he’ll call you just to listen to you get yourself off while he talks you through it. he’s fisting his cock during it as well, but he loves guiding you through it more. he has to make sure you don’t miss him too much. sometimes he’ll cut the call short and will wait for the spam of calls and texts from you as you beg him to call you again so you can cum. if you don’t get to call, he’ll demand you send pictures/videos. anything will do: shirtless pics, videos of you fingering yourself. he keeps everything you send him in a special folder on his phone that he turns to when he needs a quick dose of you

loves teasing you in public. fancy restaurant on the nice end of town? ren has his hand in your pants while the two of you talk over a split dessert (well, he’s talking. you’re trying to not moan out loud in the middle of the restaurant). is not afraid to drag you into an alley and push you to your knees, cock springing out as he tells you to open your mouth. he’s not worried about anyone seeing but if they do he’ll either throw a smirk their way if you’re hidden from their sight or, if you’re not hidden, he’ll remember what they look like and will seek them out later for a ‘friendly chat’ (you are for his eyes only)

BREEDING KINK!!! following my whole ‘ren wants a family’ thing, he def has a breeding kink. even if his intention isn’t to knock you up, he talks like it is. talks about cumming inside you and how good you would look all round and full of his pups. you moan at his words, too drunk on his cock to reply or think about what he’s saying. you’d ask him to cum inside you, begging him to fill you with his cum. he’s also definitely the type to push his cum back into you as it leaks out. (for my ladies: he’ll definitely put a pillow beneath your hips to help the chances if he’s feeling spicy)

#anon ask #i have many thought and opinions (and thots) about tpof ren he is so BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK #god i hope i didnt write him too uwu i try to do the btd/tpof characters justice but ya know #the price of flesh #ren hana #tpof fox #ren hana x reader #smut

[hedgehog-moss]

Took the bus to the big city yesterday and it only stops near where I live in the early morning and late at night, so I left a bowl for Pandolf with enough food for his 2 meals of the day. He didn’t start eating because it was too early for breakfast and he’s punctilious about mealtimes, but I told him “Bon appétit” to Authorise The Kibble, then left. When I came home at night it was long past his normal dinner time yet I found the bowl half-full—he had eaten the breakfast portion but since he only got 1 bon appétit he didn’t dare to eat the rest for dinner. I don’t think if I had said it twice in a row he would have understood that one of them was a Bon Appétit voucher for his next meal unfortunately. But I’m always amazed by his scruples, he is the most principled animal I know. When he was a puppy he would try to stick his head in his bowl while I poured the food so I taught him to wait until he heard ‘bon appétit’ before going anywhere near it—and very quickly in his mind the words became an incantation that turns the contents of his bowl from a miasma of forbidden unthinkableness into edible food that belongs to him.

This is Pandolf waiting for me to cast the Legal Food spell:

#crawling along #i received an anon asking for more Pandolf updates for their little sister just as i was writing this Pandolf post! :) #he's very serious about his job when he's left alone to guard the house and especially at night #when i come home late at night he's very impressive. full guard dog mode with ferocious growling and barking at my car #in case i'm an intruder #then i get out of the car and i'm like hey!!! and pan goes from scary threatening cerberus to bouncy ball trying to nose-kiss my cheek #in a millisecond. he's like BEGONE THIEF CRIMINAL SCOUNDR—oh!!!! hi!!!!!!!! <3

[insinirate]

mwah

#kv #plantcest #vash tristamp #millions knives #bark art #valued #hes so dramatic #i was this close to writing youve given me a plague

[jasperyourmutt]

“Just a bit more, pup,” he exhaled, pressing deeper into my hole. His knot was nearly half way in, and he was taking his sweet time opening me up. He had one hand on my ass cheek, watching his work, the other pulling my leash taut. I laid out in front of him on my stomach, my head and neck slightly pulled back from the collar. I whined, wiggling my butt a bit to try and push him deeper.

“Patience, mutt- “ He scolded before yanking the leash lightly. I grumbled, keeping my backside still this time.

He had been going slow the entire night, to tease and frustrate me, while he enjoyed himself. I couldn’t put up a fight, his orders willed it so. He methodically lulled me into my puppy brained state, first cradling my face and looking me in my eyes, calling me a good boy, rubbing my poor cock through my pants. How could I have kept it together? I knew my place, properly beneath him, like I was now. I could barely respond with words, mostly just whines and desperate barks.

“So tight, pretty boy, ahhh.. There you go,” He groaned as he drove in deeper, the widest part of the knot now pushed in.

“Hhru.. hruff,” I could hear the noise escape my mouth, but my mind swirled from the sensation of his cock deep in me. It wasnt long til he easily entered the rest of his cock into me, my hole closing over the other side of the knot. His hand loosened on my leash and he gripped my hips, a low growl emanating from him. My mouth opened and my tongue fell out as I panted.

“F-Fuck.. what a good dog,” he mumbled as he began to rut into me, slow at first. The composure he had until that point began to slip. His hips bucked into my ass, the knot preventing him from fully pulling out. Our sweaty skin smacked together, the wetness from my leaking cunt getting onto our thighs.

He pulled a bit harder out to reveal part of his knot before pushing it back in. I moaned, and he did it again, and again. His knot popped in and out of me, and it was all I could do to bite onto the blanket I had underneath me. I felt my legs shaking from the pleasure, my mind swimming, unable to focus on anything else. His nails dug into the soft skin on my hips, and he began to lean more forward, over me, as his knot now easing in and out of me.

His speed picked up, and he began to pant and bark as well. I loved when he lost himself in me, letting the dog in him take over when the time was right. I felt his teeth dig into my shoulder as he fucked me deeply, now fully pulling his whole cock out, and then deeply back into me. My face burned hot and red. I couldn’t form words, the animalistic noises from the both of us confirmed where we both were at.

“Fuck.. fuck, I’m going to breed you,” He managed to make out from biting down on my shoulder. I barely heard his words through the waves of pleasure. He pulled out his cock from my ass and easily lined it up with my neglected cunt- desperate to be filled. There was no hesitation as he pushed in, my excessive wetness made it entirely too easy. His tip hit my cervix and I yelped softly, but he disregarded it. He fucked me like a jack rabbit, or a rabid dog, like he were to die if he had to stop. His hands held my waist in place, holding me as if I were just a fleshlight to be used.

“Ah- ah- ah- ah-” I yipped in time with his repeated thrusts. My head spun, and I quickly felt myself approaching orgasm. I knew this would make him happy, but yet not mean much for him otherwise- he would keep going until he was fully satisfied.

#hi I wrote this last week when I was offline and felt like it was too good to keep to myself <3 #WOOF WOOF WOOF #i ah. i also had a plug in while writing and g.gh! god damn. #anyways laying on my tummy kicking my feet :3 #jasperbarks #ftm puppy #t4t puppy #puppy sub #nsft t4t #nsft puppy #ftm nsft #bark bark bark #drooling #petpl4y

[aetherarf]

Request From Anonymous:

Autistic!Reader that doesn't really know they're autistic yet so Childe shows them like his favorite stims and encouraging them to stim whenever he sees them getting excited over something and encouraging their info dumps?

Here you go!

[Word Count: 809 ]

"Hey! I got something fun."

This wasn't an uncommon thing for Childe to say, coming home and showing you objects that didn't seem to have a defined purpose, but were designed like they did have one- one was a bracelet with a few beads on it, and when turned, it would change shape, appearing differently, but still intricate no matter how it was fashioned.

He liked the delicate clicking noises it made, not too overwhelming, but just enough that he could control it. You could see how he smiled- calmed, at least a little.

"Where do you even find these things?" You asked, enamored with the bracelet.

"Just- a friend who makes special things. They make a lot of stuff like this- it's good for empty hands. I shipped a few back home... I'm unsure if all my siblings will like it, but I think Teucer will. He's the most like me, and usually likes things I do." He explained, still toying with one of the bracelets.

It was an enchanting sight, but-

"Do you ever feel silly, playing with toys?" You asked, and Childe paused, looking at you curiously,

"I mean, should I?" he asked. "It... well, it's nice. It helps... I don't know how to describe it. it's like- I have my consciousness, you know, the bit that makes decisions, then my subconscious, that looks out for things when my consciousness is busy. But, sometimes, my subconsciousness gets... bored. And then it bugs my consciousness to find something to do- Having things like this to do keeps my subconscious happy, so my consciousness can still get things done."

He paused and laughed... maybe a little nervous. "It's weird, yeah. But isn't everyone a little weird?"

"Maybe." You paused, "I'm not sure if I feel exactly the same... but I do get it. Like I need something to do with my hands, and... when I do, it feels nice."

"Do you have any toys like this?" He asked,

"No, I don't... I guess I never thought about it."

"Wait, really?"

"I thought that's just how people were," You explained, "That we had to deal with stuff like that."

"... Well," Childe paused, "Most people aren't like that. But that's not a bad thing! Here, you saw what I did with the bracelet. Try it yourself." He said, handing it over.

You paused, "I don't want to break it."

"Don't worry about that. Even if you did, I could go get another one made. Just try it." He asked, excitedly watching as, with an unsure grip, began to adjust the bracelet, feeling it move in your hands, twist around as it seemed, almost like magic, to make new shapes.

You kept at it, finding new shapes repeatedly, and by the time you looked back at Childe, he was sitting at the table nearby, watching you, his arms folded over the table as he rested his head on them, a fond smile on his face.

"Feels nice, huh?"

"I'm sorry, I got distracted-"

"No sorry's, you didn't do anything," He insisted, jumping up, "But it felt great didn't it? I only see you that happy when you see something new for your hobbies!"

"But-"

"Did you like it? Serious question." Childe insisted,

"Yeah... it felt nice."

"Okay, that's it. No more ifs or buts. You're happy. I don't see you that happy- you always seem... a little miserable, if I'm honest."

"I... I get a little excitable when I'm happy."

Childe... frowned. "Yeah? And... what's wrong with that?"

"People tend to get... weirded out, when I'm excited."

"And?" Childe asked, "Okay, maybe in public it's a little harder to deal with... but it's just you and me. Is that why you clam up whenever I ask about your hobbies?"

You pause, and he sighs, slightly exasperated, "Here, keep the bracelet- actually, no, tell me your favorite colors. I'll get one commissioned just for you."

"You don't have to do that-"

"Let me, then," Childe said fondly, "I want to. I can get matching ones." He insisted again, "Now... Should we get food, and this time, no hiding your excitement, and you can tell me what you've wanted to tell me?"

"... Are you sure you wouldn't mind? I get kind of loud and jumpy..."

"I wouldn't ask if I wasn't sure," He pinches your cheek, and puckers out his lips a little, "My wittle silly-"

You laugh, pushing him away, "Stop with that voice," Despite the words, you were smiling. He was, too.

"Come on- We can get your favorite- And we can make sure to get the texture right this time. Weird, how it varies, huh?"

"... Yeah, it is."

...

But it was a little freeing, seeing how little he minded things that were so commonly seen as childish.

... Funny. His code-name, nickname, whatever it was called, kind of fit that idea...

#genshin impact #childe #genshin childe #genshin x reader #childe x reader #bark writes #anonymous #request #fluff #autistic!reader #// sorry for the random etsy link I found that bracelet and I'm obsessed with it now #// i dont even know if i followed the request #// its been a minute. #// WHAT is characterization #// anyway im being bullied into playing hon. kai star. rail. #// this one was dogwater quality BUT I TRIED REALLY HAERD

[barkanon]

The days seem to blur by with the blank gray walls and concrete floor. The man inside wasn’t really sure how long he was there; one day, one week? He lost track after the 7th meal of cold rice and beans that was practically thrown through the door.

No one was really sure what he was, and no one wanted to take chances.

~ More under the cut below bc it's kinda long 9around 700 words SLDFKJ)! TW/CW include: References to human and animal death (including family death, and murder ofc), abuse, isolation, and alcohol abuse. Nothing too graphic, but I'd rather list out the warnings just in case! ~

The days seem to blur by with the blank gray walls and concrete floor. The man inside wasn’t really sure how long he was there; one day, one week? He lost track after the 7th meal of cold rice and beans that was practically thrown through the door.

No one was really sure what he was, and no one wanted to take chances.

The door clicked as it unlocked and three officers walked in. The prisoner inside was pushed against the wall and handcuffed by two officers and searched for any potential weapons. The third officer put a sort of muzzle on him, learning the hard way that the man will bite.

Finding no weapons, the officers dragged the shorter guy to another room and shackled him to the table before sitting him down.

Another man walked in, dressed nice though he still wore a badge. Two officers accompanied him in case the prisoner tried anything.

“Name’s Officer Pierce,” the well dressed man said. “May I have your name?”

“Ah, everyone calls me Bark, obvious nickname isn’t it?” The prisoner laughed, though no one else was amused. The room was deafeningly silent, though the man didn’t seem bothered.

“May I have your legal name?” Officer Pierce questioned, his voice a little more firm.

Bark spoke after a tense moment of thought, realizing he would end up losing any fight he tried. “… It’s Issac Baxter. But please, I really don’t like that name.”

The officer wrote in his notebook before looking back up to Bark. “Where are you from?”

“The United States, though I haven’t gone back in a long time..”

Officer Pierce wrote that down as well.

“What state?” The officer didn’t look up from his writing as he questioned.

“South Texas. Grew up rural,” Bark snickered, “farm and all!”

“Hm, what was your family like?” The officer asked casually, though it was clear it wasn’t just small talk.

Bark let out a sigh, his body growing a little tense and restless as he tapped his foot. “Well… I had a mom. I don’t know about a dad. I was raised by this other family - I never learned their names - they had my mom and I work a lot, my mom ended up passing from the heat when I was… 10 or so?” The prisoner wrapped his arms around himself, staring at the ground. “The family’s kids would make fun of me a lot, and the adults never really treated my mom and I well. Thankfully they allowed us to build our own little shelter in the yard, which at least shielded us from rain and hail…”

The officer wrote down notes quickly as Bark spoke. “What kind of farm work did you do?”

“Animals, mostly cattle,” Bark started. “That’s actually how I ended up collecting bones, any sick animals that would pass, I would wait for them to rot a little and then take what I could salvage! It took days but it would be worth it..”

The detective grimaced at the imagery before continuing his questions. “What happened to make you leave that?”

The silence was deafening as Bark tried to figure out his words.

“The… one of the adults would get drunk and.. violent. But I had enough. I took a shovel and hit him, and he didn’t get back up. The adult woman heard and… I knew they’d probably kill me for that, so I hit her as well. I think I still have the man’s skull, it’s got a large crack down over the left eye..”

The man hesitated before writing it down. “What happened after that?”

“I ran away. I don’t remember where I went. I’m pretty sure I ended up crossing into Mexico for awhile…”

Bark continued to recount the crimes and places he went, fleeing countries whenever he would be caught. He confessed to 56 murders, and said he was ‘unsure, but probably did’ murder another 60. He also confessed to 10 recent murders that happened the previous night, yet he adamantly denied the murder of the two inside the home.

After the interrogation, Bark was returned to his cell to serve his sentence in isolation.

#b b bark lore??? omgggg #bark writes

[rizaposting]

Riza in that paperboy suit from fma03 has had me in a chokehold for years...... ma'am...

#fma #fma03 #fma fanart #riza hawkeye #fullmetal alchemist #crystal art and writing #these are the vibes im going for with her in the story where she goes undercover as a butch honeypot btw okay jsyk #how can a suit that is so ugly be so hot on her i'm so angryyyy but also im barking like a dog #riza was my bisexual awakening in general but this stupid suit especially did something to me

[wlntrsldler]

PLS MAKE A FULL BLURB OR ONESHOT FOR LUKE AND A KNIFE KINK ID EAT THAT UP💔💔😭😭

ur wish is my command... MDNI

not canon for the plot!

505 | luke castellan

luke couldn't stand it. everyone seemed to second-guess him. oh, luke wouldn't it be better if we did this? what if we combined these two strategies? this doesn't make sense, luke! we should just stick to the original plan.

luke wanted to yell at everyone to tell them to shut up! gods, they were getting on his nerves. didn't they understand that what he says goes? he was the one enacting the plan for kronos. he was the one kronos approached. he was the one the titan trusted to lead the return of the golden age. not them.

maybe luke had gotten soft. ever since you joined his side of the fight, he supposed he's been a little bit pre-occupied with dealing with you. it wasn't his fault, though-- really it wasn't! it took two months for you to come crawling back to him, begging him to forgive you for ever turning your back on him, and two months was a long time for luke not to fuck his favorite girl dumb with his cock.

sure, he may have gone overboard on your first night (or first three days, more like) on princess andromeda, but he didn't care. now, though, since his loyal followers thought that they could run their mouth about how he was leading the cause, he started to care.

luke wasn't allowed to have a weak spot, but with you around, he feared that he was breaking that rule. that can't happen.

luke entered your shared room with a loud slam of the door. you were laying in bed, in one of his t-shirts and panties on, reading a book, patiently waiting for him to get back. he huffed as he stared at himself in the mirror, analyzing the creases between his eyebrows from his anger. he took off his shirt, wiping the sweat from his face, as you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his torso.

you pressed your face against his toned back, feeling his heartbeat against your cheek, "you're tense, baby. what's going on?"

"nothin'," he muttered, playing with backbiter that was situated by his thigh, confined in its scabbard. "they're just pissin' me off. think they know better than i do."

"they don't," you began kissing down his back, letting your lips linger a bit longer on his scars. luke closed his eyes at the feeling of your hands traveling down his abs, stopping shy at his belt buckle. "need to blow off some steam?"

luke bit his bottom lip at the sound of your voice, all sultry and sexy. he loved it when you did this. it's like you knew exactly what he needed. "you offerin', sweetheart?"

"always, baby," you tapped his bicep to make him turn around. he faced you, leaning down to start nipping at the expanse of your neck. his hands gripped your waist, pushing you closer to his hardening cock. you moaned as he sucked on your pulse point, "you know i'm yours to use whenever you want."

luke wrapped your hair around his fist, pulling on it slightly to have you look up at him. your eyes were narrowed, pupils blown wide. you were a sight to see. luke leaned down to your lips, making you whine when he didn't bother to kiss you. instead, his teeth took your bottom lip between them and bit down. he sucked on your bottom lip harshly as he grinded his hips against yours. he let go of your lip, running his tongue over the faint bite mark he left on it. "i knew i could count on you."

your hands fiddled with his jeans, popping off the button as you sank down to your knees. luke removed the scabbard from his belt loop and had backbiter in his hand. you were unzipping his pants, palming his cock through the fabric of his jeans and boxers. your eyes were glued on his happy trail and his abs, mouth watering as you imagined the weight of his cock in your mouth again. it's only been a few hours since luke fucked you, but you were so cock-drunk that it felt too long since.

luke wanted to see your pretty face as you pushed his pants down. he took the tip of backbiter and led it to the underside of your jaw. you froze at the cold metal against your skin and luke thought maybe he'd gone too far by putting the celestial bronze against your neck, but then you moaned. and any restraint luke had flew out the window.

luke chuckled darkly at your reaction and dug backbiter harder into your skin, not enough to draw blood, but enough to force you to look at him. your eyes were wide and dark, silently pleading for him to continue his actions. your bottom lip was poking out into a pout and luke wanted to take a picture of you right now to keep for himself for later. you looked so pretty like this, on your knees with his hard cock in front of your face, wearing his shirt, and his sword poking your neck.

"you like that?" he asked, letting his free hand cradle your jaw. he licked his lips as you placed a kiss on his palm-- a thank you of some sorts for unlocking a kink within you that you didn't know you had.

"yes," you sighed, feeling his thumb caress your cheekbone.

"oh, my baby," luke cooed, voice dripping with a mean, teasing tone. he tapped your jaw with backbiter twice, motioning for you to get up. you obliged and luke spun the two of you around so you were both facing the mirror. luke was behind you, lifting the oversized shirt above where your panties started. he moved your hair to one side, placing backbiter back on the side of your neck.

luke met your eyes in the mirror and he couldn't help but let a wicked grin take over his features. something about knowing that he's the only person who could get you in a position like this made a fire erupt in his chest. he was never a possessive person, but when it came to you-- you were his and he was going to make sure you knew that.

"you're gonna watch me fuck you with my sword against your neck," he whispered in your ear, teeth grazing over your earlobe. "sounds good, sweetheart?"

"s'good," you purred, leaning your head against his shoulder blade. you were already delirious and he hadn't even touched you yet.

luke pulled down his boxers and your panties, groaning at the arousal that stuck against the fabric. you were soaking. he pressed his tip against your eager pussy, hissing at the tightness. no matter how much he fucked you, it always felt like heaven when his cock pushed into your folds. he could never get tired of this feeling.

you moaned loudly when luke was all the way in, trying your best to keep your eyes open as pleasure took over your body. backbiter was still pushed against your neck, the feeling of the cold metal and luke's warm body against your back was the perfect contrast. luke's hips snapped against your ass. the sound of skin slapping was like music to his ears.

luke's eyes wandered to your face in the mirror, tongue poking out the corner of his lips when he saw your face contort in pleasure. your jaw was ajar as you mewled around his cock, eyes rolling back as luke hit that spot inside you that had you seeing stars. he'd fucked you enough times to know exactly where it was. luke watched as your ass bounced against him, flesh turning red at the constant pressure against it. a part of him wanted to make it difficult for you to sit down tomorrow.

as luke was getting close to his release, he removed backbiter from your throat and tugged on your hair. his other hand grabbed your jaw harshly and forced your head to twist so he could put his lips on yours. he roughly connected your lips, drinking in the sounds of your moans as his tongue explored your mouth. you were panting against his mouth, all breathy and desperate.

"i'm cumming," you whispered. luke separated your lips, turning your head to face the mirror again. he wanted to see you cum on his cock. it was his favorite view.

when your jaw dropped and your eyes screwed shut, luke sped up his thrusts as he felt your cum coating his cock. your pussy tightened around him and he had to grab onto the corner of the dresser beside him to steady himself. he came with long, spurts of cum coating your walls as you watched him fuck his cum deep inside you.

luke collapsed on top of your back, accidentally kicking backbiter away so that it hit the bottom of the dresser with a clang. when he heard you whimper as he pulled his softening cock out of you, all he could think about was how he'd gladly let all the stress and doubts of his team get to him more often if it meant he got to blow off steam like this.

#frances writes #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan pjo #luke pjo #luke castellan #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan smut #luke castellan x you #luke castellan x yn #luke castellan x y/n #BARK!

[b1mbodoll]

g!p stepsister ning n her perv friends 😋

they’ll grope n tease u when ur parents r out n giggle amongst themselves when you whine n beg for their attention 😵‍💫 ningning keeps you stuffed full of her cum n her friends like to spread ur hole n watch it leak from ur needy lil cunt <3 jerking off to the sight n groaning when they cum, ropes of their sticky seed making ur cunt even messier n causing you to rub ur clit

#♡.gabi barks #woke up to a tummy ache n had a prophetic vision (pervy girls with thick cocks) #also do u guys mind if i continue to write for karina??? bc shes still my gf idk #dont wna be controversial or wtvr #ningning smut #ning yizhuo smut #aespa smut

[silverskye13]

I wrote 300 words today! It's the most I've written in one sitting in weeks! It may be nothing to the average word count of my chapters but even raindrops cause floods! Go little words go!

#the barking writer #writing #proud of myself ngl #anyway heres your reminder that all writing -- even in chips and chunks -- is still progress

[see-arcane]

The Vampyres--The Bones and Blood of the Book

Good news! I’m not dead and the book isn’t either! Just shambling slowly through the wasteland of the publication process. It’s been a bit since I last waved this bloody morsel around. So, consider this a progress report on the state of the novella, the prospective publishing options, and a few other questions that have been bouncing around in the inbox.

EDIT:

I have a website now! For some reason.

It's See Arcane Scribbles.

Smaller Edit:

Got a Spotify too for story soundtrack goodness:

COVERS

First things first—and the first part of a finished book is the cover. Here are some mockups I’ve been juggling, starting with the original placeholder. They’re far from perfect, but I’m proud of what I managed with a fairly skinny graphic art skill set.

FINISHING, FORMAT, AND FINANCE*

*(OR, THE HEADACHENING)

Copyright: Technically speaking, you have the copyright to your own writing once you put it to paper or screen. But this is somehow a different thing from a legally-binding registered copyright, which everyone declares is a must-have if you want your work to be protected with more than a non-textual trust-fall exercise, hoping nobody steals your work and runs.

That said, electronic registration with the copyright office is $65, or $45 to register one work by one author.

ISBN: I only recently learned the words behind this acronym. ‘International Standard Book Number.’ It’s the ID on a book that marks it as unique and helps commercial booksellers and libraries circulate it. Each iteration of a book—paperback, digital, hardcover, new editions, et cetera—has its own ISBN. When you’re publishing on your own, you purchase ISBNs through a service called Bowker.

One book/version’s ISBN costs $125.

There are better bargains the higher the number of books and/or versions you go, starting at a bulk of 10 books for $295. But as I only have the one (1) skinny novella on the table, that’s a no-go. Which begs the question of how many ISBNs are in store for this little monster. It depends on how many formats I go with.

eBook: The quickest and most cost-efficient option across the board for any self-publication service. Short, sweet, no printing pains of trim sizes or distribution costs or formatting, oh my. Nice.

Paperback VS Hardcover: …But I am now and forever a sucker for physical media. Even though it’s a teeny brochure of a thing, I want to hold a physical copy of The Vampyres in my hands! So bad! And every service I’ve looked through has stated the obvious: Hardcover costs more than paperback. My heart won’t break if I have to stick with paperback to spare everyone’s wallets—hardcovers are pricy in both directions!—but I am a little torn. Especially as physical size might affect the price too.

Here we have two of my favorite quick reads, an anthology of Poe stories and Clive Barker’s novella, The Hellbound Heart.

The Poe book is a clothbound hardcover. 6.5 x 4.5 inches, a bit over 120 pages.

The Hellbound Heart is roughly 8 x 5 inches (about standard for a novella), at 164 pages. But unlike Poe, it looks like Barker took some liberties with the spacing and font size.

Standard size dimensions cost less than unique cuts, which means that whether paperback or hardcover, I sadly have to say goodbye to the petite palm-sized edition I was hoping for. On the upside, good news to us crap-vision readers—the font’s going to get H U G E in order to make the book more than a pamphlet with delusions of grandeur.

Audiobook: The fact is, my voice is not up to the task of reciting anything with appropriate gravitas and I think we’ve all been spoiled by @re-dracula and assorted other podcasts’ skill in orating. I don’t have the cash to hire a professional and I’m not about to accept anyone’s freebie offers. I won’t pickpocket friends for their talent. If an audio version ever comes along for any story of mine it’ll be down the road when it proves worth the format’s effort and cost.

REVIEWS (and a Foreword!)

It was the best of times (People reading the thing! Commenting on the thing! Good good good—), it was the worst of times (The Mortifying Ordeal of People Reading and Commenting on the Thing). Time for what every advice site declares a book absolutely must have the moment it’s thrust into the wild.

Reviews, reviews, reviews.

I’ve already bitten several bullets and passed copies out to a handful of fellow scribblers to scrutinize, their reviews destined to be hung up like literary gold stars on their bookselling site of choice, my own included. Now comes my preliminary grovel to readers en masse to please drop a review, a comment, a blurb of any shape or size where you can once The Vampyres drops. I’ve already gotten some early comments that have consisted mostly of screaming. Screams also count as a review.

As an aside, there are two folks in particular who I reached out to who exist in the stratosphere of Coolest People in the Vampiric Lit scene. They promptly exploded me into disbelieving giblets when they told me, yes, they’d be happy to read my little story and offer up a review and a foreword for the book respectively.

I’m not sure what the decorum here is, but for safety (and surprise’s) sake, I’ll not name names. But they are names I’ve been happy to come across for the past two years while neck deep in the undead book club. I’m infinitely grateful to both of them and am waiting on pins, needles, stakes and kukri blades by my inbox so I can pin their words up inside the book itself.

FUTURE SCRIBBLING

To get one of the biggest questions out of the way, let’s talk about Barking Harker.

My very own object lesson on sunk cost fallacy.

I wrote my way through a goddamn cinderblock of text without even grazing the finish line of the first section of the story. A story made of so many convoluted triple-decker layers of subplots and side characters that it had the structural integrity of a monolithic Nature Valley granola bar, just waiting to fall apart under its own weight. Such is the hubris and curse of too-many-words-itis. The Vampyres remains a miraculous fluke, jotted down during an overdue break from BH’s slog. Not just because I tripped and fell into finishing the story, but because it’s comparatively compact! Brevity at last!

For those still craving the assorted gothic and ghoulish promises of the initial novel idea, don’t worry, those aren’t going anywhere. I’ve just crumbled the metaphorical bloodstained granola by my own hand and have done the sane thing of parsing out the various subplots to become the foundations of their own stories. Which they really should have been from the get-go. Insert 100+ clown emojis here.

On that note, I am turning into WIPs Georg over here. Good god.

I hesitate to throw myself all-in again and make promises of X Story that may leave me spinning my mental wheels or ballooning the plot out into a behemoth that can’t be steered back on course. Even so, here’s a peek at a few ideas I currently have on the brain.

So.

Not exactly lacking for stories. It’s just a matter of seeing which of them breaks ahead of the herd and squeezes out into the publication ether first.

LAST BIT  

Blah, blah, requisite reminder that I have a Ko-Fi where you can donate a buck or commission my best attempt at art, blah. Any pennies are a help.

But I’m betting very few of you came around here for my doodles. Somehow, a good amount of people tripped into this pit with me because you enjoy the rambles and horrors I’ve written over the years. Maybe some of you will even buy my book once it’s out. And you, there, on the other side of the screen—you’re reading this right now. You made it all the way to the bottom of this pile of exposition just because you wanted to. So, thank you.

Thank you for reading this far. Thank you for reading before and reading what’s to come. Thank you for giving me the confidence to even consider shouldering my own work out into the wider world.

Thank you.

P.S. If you want to re-read the preview, go here!

#this one is a Big Boy #the vampyres #my writing #my art #horror #the vampyre #dracula #barking harker #Spotify