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#cw wasp mention
stinkek · 7 months
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Yesterday when I visited an outdoors cafe with some family members, two little flies and a wasp flew into our tea and got boiled to death.
The TV trope "Too Dumb To Live" comes to mind.
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Hey centi! im currently working on an oc au and i might need some help with figuring out how bug mandibles work ☠️
i thought of you and your centipede sona and was wondering on how you settled on that specific design choice 👀 sorry if this is out of left field
BIG WARNING FOR PICTURE OF BUGS ON THIS POST
SORRY this has taken a long time and maybe you've figured out by now, I actually based my truesona's face (or at least mandibles) more on a wasp!!
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the mandibles take up more on the face on the wasp than I think I see on centipedes. and they have a face shape closer to that of humans, at least compared to the kind of centipedes rowan and my other centipede character that I am still renaming are
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and centipedes do have sort of odd faces. above is a house centipede I believe, not the centipede my truesona or other centipede guy is based on
this one below is more alike to the centipede my truesona + other OC is based off of
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the mandibles are the smaller mouth pieces, those are for eating
what look like the fangs (larger orange sharp pieces) are technically legs that are about behind the head that are used to inject venom or maybe grab something
this would be very awkward placement though, to put these parts BEHIND my truesonas head, so they're on the sides of his face, with the mandibles in the middle
also, the mandibles are smaller on centipedes. wasp faces are kind of closer in resemblance to the general shape of a human face, so I went with that
I wanted to stylize my truesonas face and bug features more, he kind of has more of a mix of different bug characteristics, but his fangs are meant to look more like stag beetle pincers
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however, I have. other centipede character whose fangs are more true to the face of an actual centipede and not as stylized
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I don't know if this is much help or not because these were the only bugs I looked at when making these characters, but I would say looking at pictures of real bug's faces up close is the best help to see how they work out.
Yes . You will probably have to make some choices on how to work those into more human-ish characters.... Maybe not all of it will be accurate. It doesn't really have to be . You can run free into the wild.
centipedes also have kind of odd looking eyes. Like a clump of frog eggs shape or something.
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I did not think this would be something that would work well for my drawing ... And it may not accurately convey the image of "bug eyes" to people who are unfamiliar with how centipede eyes look. So I went with something closer to fly eyes, or at least how I've seen people draw them. I suppose the house centipede has more fly like eyes, but my centipede characters now (truesona and other sona-oc-thing) are the giant tiger leg centipede and redheaded centipede, which are very different from house centipedes. I'll make a house centipede character eventually, but they probably won't pop up any time soon
Ummm yeah 👍 I hope this helps or was somewhat awesome at least
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hollowsart · 5 months
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Not to belittle your arachnophobia because that’s completely valid but every time you post about bugs I’m reminded of how you casually remove wasps (I’m TERRIFIED of wasps) but spiders are scary (I can handle spiders usually) and it’s such a dichotomy it hits me the same every time, like you’re like “I grabbed the wasp and moved it” and I’m like melting at the thought in horror and shock
wasps are infinitely less terrifying than spiders and they are nowhere near the same thing at all.
But that's also valid. everyone is different and has their reasons for whether or not they like or dislike something that someone else likes or dislikes.
[slight descriptions below of my encounters with bugs n arachnids: spiders & wasps]:
and I've been stung by at least 1 wasp before when I was little. I have a fear of being stung, but I know how to catch and release the wasps safely. Going slow and careful, no sudden movements and trapping them in a large and thick enough cup with a thick paper to cover it until I can get them out the door. I'm fine with it. They haven't chased me or anything which is good. I'm fine with them, honestly.
wasps really do not bother me unless they get a bit too close for comfort. (ie, flying too close to my head or crawling on the cup too close to my hand as I'm trying to catch it), but even then it's really still not that bad.
SPIDERS THO?
they're upsetting to look at when they're big enough. I don't think I've ever been bit by one, but I've had them crawl on me before and it's the WORST. I'm not the type of person to wish all spiders DIE or be KILLED VIOLENTLY, but they make me cry and SOOOO UPSET. I really hate looking at them.
The ONLY spiders that we get randomly in this house that do not bother me much if at all are the little wall/corner spiders, they're like BARELY a single centimeter in size at max. They rarely get up and move around. It's only when they're rarely skadaddling across my bed or something that I don't like.
Cellar Spiders and Jumping Spiders on the other hand.. EUGH. HORRIBLE. I HATE HOW THEY MOVE. THEY GET WAY TOO BIG.
AT LEAST THE CELLAR SPIDERS RARELY MOVE AROUND. THEY STAY UP HIGH AND TUCKED INTO CORNERS/VERTICES OF THE CEILING AND WALLS.. NOT LIKE JUMPING SPIDERS THAT WANDER FREELY. JUMPING SPIDERS TO ME ARE LIKE.. REALLY UPSETTING BECAUSE THEY JUMP. RIDICULOUSLY FAST AND HIGH/FAR. I DO NOT LIKE THAT.
I do not wish to ever get that close with a spider.
I would rather deal with wasps on any given day tbh.
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probablyaseamonster · 10 months
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Me up at 2:30 AM trying to find a my little pony speedpaint series I liked 5 years ago, scrolling through piles of gore and smut only to find that the artist deleted their account and all their videos...
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invidiatechdemo · 2 months
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remind me to write up my big meandering thesis about what i'm assuming the standard ecology of yonder pecharunt is like, because i unfortunately have been rotating them in my mind for the past weeks.
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touch-starved-lurker · 9 months
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dear wasp at the window
you do not want in, i promise you. you think you do but you have no idea that nothing but death lies here for you.
also you’re freaking me out. stop that. go find somewhere else to be a reckless fool.
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kagedbird · 2 years
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Was going to get started on packing up today but wasps have decided that my plans are hiding in my tent or in my car while they try to infest my outside mirrors.
At least I took out the trash yesterday.
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kintatsujo · 2 years
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WHY are there always so many half dead yellowjackets in this church Sanctuary every fucking spring
Like unless it's the same one magically escaping the vaccum cleaner I have now swept up three
(for the record I don't LIKE offing the various wasps in the church but these are always variously in interrupted hibernation shock or actually just straight up dead)
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sensayssomestuff · 2 months
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mention of bugs and bug death
Sometimes I miss the wasps. I wonder if they managed to raise their queen in time before the initial frost hit or if they didn’t succeed. I may try to figure that out someday, maybe take a look inside and see what’s left of the nest if I’m able to.
I’ll never forget their kindness and the fact that they never stung me even as I made quite a ruckus outside of their home at a time of day where they’ll be the most active.
Paper wasps are supposed to be a more docile species of wasps, so I think that might have something to do with it. I also sometimes wonder if they remembered me watching one of them on the hummingbird feeder this spring, taking videos of them.
Or maybe they knew I was just trying to rescue the toads and the skinks. I’m not sure. I don’t know if I’ll ever know, but I like the mystery of it all. I always have. It’s part of what I love about this world. There are things in nature that are so baffling and beautiful. It makes me want to be closer to it.
The last gift the wasps ever gave me was leaving behind their nest. Wasps are territorial, so as long as their nest is on my window, the chances of us getting another wasp’s nest on our house is pretty unlikely.
To them, it’s just their nature. Wasps will abandon their nests once they’ve raised their queen, but to me it is a gift. It was also a gift to be able to watch them through the window and get to see them interact with each other. I got to learn more about them and I got to check in with them every so often, growing braver and braver as I did.
I’m still wary of bugs, especially ones that bite, sting or suck my blood, but those wasps were nice.
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barryallenisravenclaw · 8 months
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Today, we lived through one of the most terrifying twenty minutes of our lives
For those of you who are new to the story, earlier today I was smoking weed on my balcony and a wasp flew up and inside of my king size packing tool. I scrambled into the apartment, horrified. Many attempts were made to remove the beast. All failed because it was still too scary. Then, it left on its own.
But wait! The beast returned! We returned to the safe side of the glass and watched helplessly as that little wasp crawled around in the ashtray.
"What does he want?" I cried, but my boyfriend had no answer. All we could do was wait.
Then, the google machine provided assistance. We would light a peppermint candle and leave it on the table. Would this be enough to keep the creature at bay?
Not quite. It left long enough for us to finish our bowl, then returned again. For the last time we scrambled back inside. At this point, we were forced to give up, leave that candle burning, and take edibles instead.
Our lives have been forever changed by this terrible event. For those of you who wish to donate to our relief fund, please direct your support to the Protect My Weed initiative started by me. Thank you for your time.
Back to you Jim
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the-bug-bl0g · 1 year
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I will mostly be giving facts about moths, wasps, and bumblebees since I happen to be most knowledgeable about them. I do know a lot about other bugs, but I don’t have as much interest in them. If I ever post a picture without facts, it’s most likely because 1) I was lazy 2) I don’t have the resources to give interesting facts that I know are true. All of the pictures will be my own. I live in a relatively dry area, so sometimes I run out of pictures in which case I will resort to giving facts without pictures. I travel a lot, so most of them are from areas other than my home.
This is a safe space for LGBTQ and neurodivergent people! I am trans and neurodivergent myself, so it would be very hypocritical of me if it wasn’t. Also, feel free to ask anything, I am always open to asks even if they make no sense or are not relevant to my recent posts. Ask away!
You can also request for me to identify or give facts about any bug!
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tinymoon-beam · 4 months
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When baby Dew finally learns how to say "mine" i just know he is going to make it everyones problem in the cutest kinda way🥺
Just a little something about baby Dew learning the word "mine"
Cw: nightmare mention, Dew gets stung by a wasp, Cirrus swears twice
This gif is exactly how I imagine baby dews eyes and I'm SOBBING forever. That's so baby Dew 😭😭😭😭
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The day had started rough. Dew had woken in terror from a particularly bad nightmare. He'd lost his words, stared blankly at the ceiling while Rain carded his fingers through his hair and held him close, humming quietly with his hand pressed over Dew's frantic heart.
It took a while to bring him back and Rain very nearly sobbed when Dewdrop reached for him with shaky hands and whispered "mor" with a wobbly little voice.
Rain had smiled and kissed his forehead. "There you are, mon amour. I've got you."
Dews little hand reaches up to touch his face, his big amber eyes finding Rain's, intent and almost searching.
"Mor me..."
"Yeah, I've got you." He touches his face the same way Dew's touching his. "Always."
He furrows his brows and keeps watching Rains face. The water ghoul can't help but laugh at his serious expression and he wishes he could see the thought process, the way his mind pieces things together.
"Me...mi-min..." He grumbles in his throat, frustrated as he tries to put the sounds together. "Mine! Mor mine!"
Rain just stares at him, mouth hanging open for a moment. It doesn't get old, his little words as he gains them, each one as shocking and exciting as the last, each as important as the very first one he ever spoke.
"Mine."
"Toujours, mon petit soleil." (Always, my little sun.)
Rain holds the word close to his heart as they finish up the day. He gets Dew ready for bed and holds him close as he drifts off.
He wakes clear, no fog from nightmares and he kisses Rain goodbye before he heads off to help Mountain with something. Rain sleeps in, pulling Dew's pillow close to his chest as he drifts back off.
He doesn't think about it much when he does wake up and joins the pack for lunch. Dew's chatting with Swiss, smirking about something, the two teasing each other and Rain hears his sweet little voice in his mind and he smiles.
By the time Rain finishes everything he needs to do, Dew has dropped. He finds him in the den, sitting on the floor with his back against Mountain's legs, eyes puffy.
"What happened?"
"Wasp. I didn't see it and it stung him."
His cheeks are still red from crying and Rain sees the band aid on his arm.
"Poor thing."
"Wespe biss!" (Wasp bite)
Mountain nods. "Yeah, he bit you honeybee, I'm sorry."
Rain watches him go back to his book, sniffling occasionally as he points at pictures.
"I just hope this doesn't ruin bumblebees for him."
Dew turns at the mention of bumblebees, eyes bright.
"Bu-bee mine."
Rain smiles at Mountain's face, the shocked excitement clear in his eyes.
His eyes flicker between Rain and Dew and he just nods, not for any real reason but it's all he can think to do.
"Bu-bee mine." He says again but he grumbles in his chest, nose wrinkling. "Wespe no..."
Rain kisses Dew's head before he wanders off to get cleaned up leaving Dew with Mountain again.
He continues looking at his book until he gets tired of it, turning and holding his arms up for Mountain to lift him.
"Feeling better, honeybee?" He checks his arm, making sure it's not swelling.
"Mount can I steal you for a second?" Cirrus yells from the kitchen.
"I've got Dewdrop, what do you need?"
"Need your long ass arms to grab something for me!"
He snorts a laugh and heads to the kitchen with Dew in his arms. He grabs what she was trying to reach, holding it over her head to tease her before handing it to her.
"Don't be an ass!" She playfully punches at him, gentle hands coming in contact with him.
Dew rumbles. "No! Berg mine!"
They both stare at him before Mountain breaks into a huge smile. Cirrus laughs and pokes the end of his nose.
"You're such a chatter bug now." But mountain sees that warm softness in her eyes, the love that couldn't be hidden even if she tried.
He leaves Dew in the den with Swiss and Phantom while he goes to help Aurora and Cumulus with dinner. Rain lays on the couch, legs propped up and his crutches off to the side. He brought Dews star down for him, plopping it beside him.
Phantom races around, his bat in his hands and he pretends it's flying. His foot accidently kicks the star, sending it off to the corner.
Dew whines, getting to his hands and knees, crawling off as fast as he can manage. Phantom beats him to it, grabbing the star in his hand.
"Ella mine!" His eyes are big and tear filled.
Phantom blinks few times. "I know s-shes yours. I was g-getting her for you."
"P'ease!"
They hand him his star and Dew squeezes it close to his chest.
"I w-wouldnt take your s-star..."
Dews ears twitch at the tone in Phantom's voice, the way it shifts just a little bit. He's the most perceptive, even little like this he catches on immediately. He crawls closer and tugs Phantom's pant leg.
"Ant mine."
Phantom giggles. "Is e-everything yours?"
Dew just smiles.
Dinner goes well, Dew is happily perched on Swiss' lap picking at his plate, stealing all the broccoli and leaving pretty much everything else.
Mountain talks softly to Aether, squeezing his shoulders. He's bone tired from work.
"Head to bed Aeth, you need it."
"S'fine. I never get to see you guys..."
"I'll come up after I help them get everything cleaned up. Sound ok?"
He shrugs but nods anyway, he knows he won't be good company but he won't turn down Mountain's offer.
Dew holds his arms up when Aether passes and as tired as he is he'd never say no to Dewdrop. Especially when he's got those sleepy eyes slowly blinking up at him.
"Hi babaí." (Baby)
"Aef..."
"Let's go to bed, huh?"
He says goodnight and heads up to his room, Dew up against his shoulder and purring quietly. He gets him cleaned up and into his jammies, quickly changing his clothes.
He gets Dew cuddled comfortably against his chest, his fingers running through his hair as his eyes get heavier and heavier.
"Thank you for coming up here with me." He pokes tip of his nose gently. "You are like a magic little bean, you make everything better and you don't even realize it."
Dew blinks, smiling sleepily. "Aef mine."
Aether pulls back just enough to look down at him, his long lashes against his warm little cheeks as he starts to drift off, Ella up on the pillow and his fingers twisted in Aeth's shirt.
He kisses the top of his head and adjusts the blanket, pulling him closer to rest his ear against where Aether's heart beats.
"Go deo na ndeor, Dewdrop." (Forever and ever)
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prettydoetears · 6 months
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Tace Ignoramus [CG Alcina Dimitrescu ft. Daughters]
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Synopsis: You're the newest baby in the Dimitrescu family, and Alcina's "brother" oversteps his boundaries. Title means "Silence, Ignoramus" in Romanian, but knowing Google Translate...ugh.
CW: Karl being rude. :( Mother Miranda puts an end to it. There is also mentions of gutting, but it's vague. Like I said...there will be violence when writing for Alcina lol. That's Resident Evil for you.
Based off of a request that was sent. I do not take requests, but I like this idea, and I've been needing some comfort myself.
I may have described age re incorrectly; I was told I'd be regressed in age due to severe childhood trauma so that is partially where I got this knowledge from. Please correct me if I've said anything wrong! We all make mistakes ^^
MC can be regressed due to anything, really. I mention trauma as being a cause, but it isn't implied that MC has been through trauma, so why you/they do it is up to you!
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Alcina is old fashioned. It is not difficult to see that; she has seen an entire century go by. If you asked her about anything from the 20th century, she'd tell you with a knowledgeable sparkle in her eye.
So it was not too odd to have something like age regression to confuse her.
It had implied the regression of ones age, but she didn't know how that worked. Until, of course, she consulted Mother Miranda, who had heard of it once, while in her line of work.
Sometimes due to trauma, or simply wanting to relive ones childhood, age regression was a coping mechanism. Sometimes it was even involuntary; the brain stopping itself at a specific age due to severe trauma. She personally found it fascinating.
And she found it quote wholesome, how an age regressor, such as yourself, was now in the house of Dimitrescu.
Miranda had told Alcina it may be beneficial for the both of you; Alcina loved when the girls were in their 'newborn' state, when she was needed and looked up to.
Of course, nothing changed, the girls still loved and looked up to their mother, but they're independent.
As proud as Alcina was, she experienced empty nest syndrome.
When you came along, cold and afraid, coated in bruises and cuts and with the blossoming mark of frostbite on your arm, Alcina thought it was a blessing in disguise.
So cold, so vulnerable...she didn't like that.
Not one bit.
It had been a week since your arrival, and really, raising you hadn't been any different than raising your standard infant. She found you cuter, if anything!
Infants clothes are small of course, but to her, your clothes were comparable to an infants anyway! Your socks barely hid the palms of her hands.
She felt proud, calling you the newest member of the Dimitrescu family. You were as cute as a button!
And most importantly, she felt whole again.
But the upcoming outing had made her...anxious.
She was so happy having a new member in her household, that she forgot about the meeting that was had at least once a week. And she realized something.
She needed to bring you; the girls loved you, don't doubt that, but you weren't too comfortable with them, yet. Which is understandable, as they were the ones who encountered you first.
It was not fun, seeing three, tall women with blood on their face and bugs swarming them like wasps swarm a can of pop in the summer.
The meeting would go fine, as usual. A manthing must be tortured or punished, Mother Miranda will choose someone to take them...whatever. Tedious, but they needed to be had. The meeting itself wasn't what made her anxious, however.
Mother Miranda knew of you, and had even sent Alcina a stuffed goat to gift you as a "welcoming" gift the second day of your residency, so she trusted her mother.
Moreau is the embodiment of misery and agony, Alcina never took him seriously, and she was sure he feared her to some degree, so she didn't care for him.
Donna and Angie, if anything, would offer to make you outfits and dolls. The only thing she worried about was Angie getting in your face, but they weren't too much of a threat overall.
Heisenberg, on the other hand...
She can handle his idiocy. She can stomp him like a pest, if she really wanted to. But you? She didn't know how you'd react. She didn't want you to become upset.
She just hoped it'll go well.
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Alcina swears she has rolled her eyes at least 20 times since this meeting had begun. A man had sat before the 4 Lords, tied and unconscious. He didn't look too special, albeit he was bleeding from the midsection, and Alcina could tell he'd taste decent.
Despite being boring and having to hear Karl being a braggart, the meeting had gone well so far.
You were quiet, keeping your mind busy with a stuffed animal, upon her lap. One arm was kept around you, keeping you steady, and another kept her cigarette holder near her lips as she puffed smoke time to time. Thankfully the height difference between you and her was a blessing, as no smoke entered your space.
Angie was, of course, bold and excited, but once the man was dragged into the room, all attention was taken away from you. Moreau ignored you, Donna was polite as always, and Karl...
Karl was...oddly silent about you.
Excluding some questionable stares and looks of disgust, he kept his mouth shut.
Thankfully, anyway.
"This man shall now be placed with either of you," Miranda announced, and Alcina became eager realizing this meeting was close to finished. "so...who will take him?"
Alcina was quick to offer, her red lips in smile as she tapped at the cigarette holder to dispose of ashes built up at the ends of her expensive cigarette, "My daughters and I will be happy to take him, Mother Miranda." She boldly claimed, her other hand patting against your side, "You know we don't disappoint."
"Oh? And I do?" Karl was quick to oppose, his hammer flying to connect with his gloved palm, "That's bullshit. You're clearly busy, raising some disturbed adult you ripped from the streets."
Alcina had felt rage quickly build within her, and at this point, you weren't occupied with your stuffed animal. You just stared at the man with wide eyes, looking like a kicked puppy.
"How...dare you?" She questioned, a venomous look in her eyes. "My child will not hinder our abilities to catch manthings, don't be foolish."
Karl had yet to back down, but before he retorted, he looked at you with an evil grin, his eyes wide behind his glasses, like he had just found his prey.
"Why don't we trade, then? You take that idiot and cut his dick off or whatever it is you and your weird daughters do, and I take that weirdo from your possession! They'd make a decent punching bag for my army-"
"Enough, Heisenberg." Miranda looked to the man, and despite being masked, her gaze was easy to feel; it felt just as vicious as the one that came from Alcina, however Alcina's eyes were now full of softness, as she had to come discover the tears that trailed down your cheeks.
Angie was usually loud with laughter during their fight sessions, but everyone had assumed that Donna told her to keep quiet. "Well?" Miranda had questioned, now that the room was silent, and just to make things worse, the man had woken up, and was now trying to squirm and squeal.
"Heisenberg can have the disgusting manthing," Alcina finally broke the silence with a hiss, with one hand keeping your head into her chest and another wrapped around your bottom to keep you safely attached to her. She looked absolutely furious, "He smells absolutely horrendous, anyhow."
Miranda was shocked, as Alcina was never one to give up the chance to feast on a manthing, of all things.
You had cared not for the words exchanged, as her skin was too soft, her touch was too comfortable...your eyes had ached, and so had your head, and with your stuffed animal kept safe against your chest and sandwiched between the two of you, you felt urged to rest.
"What, I hit a nerve, sister?" Heisenberg mocked, but Alcina knew better than to respond; he craved her anger.
He fed on it like wolves fed on fresh flesh.
Her steps were heavy as she left the room, on route back to her castle, and the man was even louder, now.
"Shut up, freak." Heisenberg mumbled under his breath, realizing that this wasn't nearly as satisfying if there was no fight for it.
You must have reallllly mattered to her...and you did. She felt more than eager as she thought about ripping him apart, and she almost did. But, alas...a good mother doesn't allow her baby to be coated in guts. Especially the guts of Heisenberg...no bath would help you.
You'd never truly be clean.
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"I have no idea what Mother sees in him..."
Alcina grumbled, keeping you close to her chest as she rocked side to side. She was sitting in front of her vanity; a bath was just had, and it was delightful.
However, since leaving, she's noticed that you were quiet.
You were already quiet, but you used to babble. Talk in broken sentences...smile.
She missed it all. Terribly so.
"Now, little one," she looked down at you, eyebrows furrowed, "I hope you didn't take that disgusting excuse of a man seriously."
You did.
Oh, but you did. And you feared that he'd get you. He looked horrific...
You remember when you had first came to this village, and a Lycan looked you in the eyes with an undying hunger.
He had a similar gaze.
Your silence just made her click her tongue, as she traced patterns on your freshly dried skin, "You really shouldn't, dear. He's a disgusting man. I'm ashamed to call him my brother." She snarled in disgust.
"But you know what? The meeting's over with. We can spend the rest of our time embracing each other..." She mumbled only to you, pressing her red lips to your forehead, "and I wouldn't have it any other way."
You had agreed by the sounds of your babbling, and she realized she had a tiny one tonight.
Oh, how she missed this.
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"Do you think uncle Heisenberg will notice him being gone?"
A Lycan, tied up and feral with slobber running from his mouth, bit at the air in the dungeons of the Dimitrescu castle.
This one was special; unlike the others, this one had scars and was somewhat bigger than the rest.
He was Heisenberg's favourite. And the one that tried to rip your leg off the day you came.
Bela hummed in thought, "Hmm...maybe. But that doesn't matter. He deserves this, doesn't he?"
"Duh," Daniela smiled with a malicious look in her eye, her sickle in one hand and a bag in the other. "You collect the fur, I'll do the gutting..."
"Got it." Cassandra only replied, eager to do what the girls had planned for hours now.
Nobody had asked questions when one day, you were presented a stuffed wolf, with familiar fur. It had smelled fresh and clean, like a meadow in the summer, and you were informed that Donna had made it for you. Despite being used to making dolls, she still crafted it for you after practicing for a while.
A voice in the back of your head suggested that you've seen fur like that before, but your conscious mind cared not, and you only squealed as you smashed it to your chest with glee.
"Where'd you find fur like this, girls?" Alcina looked at the stuffed animal with narrowed eyes and an amused smile, happy to see you so pleased, and more than delighted to see her children getting along wonderfully.
They loved you. It was obvious.
"...Somewhere." Daniela giggled to herself, and Alcina had found it odd, but questioned them no more.
After all...you should not ask the girls questions you're not prepared to hear the answers to.
Everyone was happy.
Well...except for Karl.
But no one in the Dimitrescu house cared...
And it will remain that way for as long as they live.
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Blood of Eden // Part Two // Noah Sebastian fic
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Synopsis: Noah, a shapeshifting hunter for the Mage, is good at his job; he serves his master, Jolly, well with loyalty, love, friendship, and obedience. But one night, when Rosa, a rogue human, breaks into the Mage's main laboratory, she is chased by Noah and his partner Oli through the city. When a chance of fate brings them together, Noah learns she is dying from a disease called The Rage; partnering with her, he learns what the world outside of the Mage is like and begins to wonder if he is on the right side.
CW: 18+ only minors DNI. Urban Fantasy romance, Smut. Angst. Fluff (ish), Story includes D/S themes, unprotected sex, male receiving oral sex, female receiving oral sex, cuckolding, P/A sex, P/V sex.
Taglist: @circle-with-me @itsjustemily @tearfallpixie @thesazzb @beaker1636 @synthetic-wasp-570 @mysticdoodlez @chels3a-smile @sinkingteethinwhitenoise @deathblacksmoke @roley-poley-foley @ravieisunhinged @dethronetheveil @to-be-written @cookiesupplier
BTS: @ladyveronikawrites and I had a brainworm about an Oli and Noah photo that molded into a beautiful work of art. I am forever grateful for the encouragement, ideas, and research provided to help get this story off the ground. Not to mention the beautiful photos on this post. Oodles and oodles of respect and admiration for you my dear!
This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.
Head on his paws, he had his body flat on the cold cement of the alley nestled into the shadows with his eyes locked on the street ahead. The early morning fog was rolling in, and he could see the vapors of his breath in the air. They'd been sitting in the alley by the lab all night. Since the break in four extra hunters were posted, only driving Noah to annoyance. It wasn't the hunters but the distraction she'd caused him that night.
Shoulda killed her.
He growled a little, remembering the girl he'd left to die on that roof. She had looked right at him as her eyes rolled back, and she passed out. He spent a long time debating his next move. She was beautiful with her red hair and gray eyes, but the fear in her eyes pained him to his core. Leaping across the roof to his partner, he re-fastened his muzzle as they climbed the ladder to the streets below to return to their post. She'd bleed out on that roof or think twice before breaking into his master's lab again. 
Oli tried to get Noah to explain why he did what he did, but not even Noah could describe it. Running through the streets, he had seen her turn down into some shit-ass neighborhood. Oli suggested they let her go, but when Noah found the velvet band she'd lost out of her hair, he had to pursue it like a force from another world. 
She'd seen him, his face, Oli's face, like she was seeing through the haze that was their master's magic. As a hunter, his two sides, both beast and man, remained as one, but only one at a time could be visible; the other stowed away in what was described as the fifth dimension. She had seen both; he felt it. When she jumped off the roof and hung from the ledge, the possibility that she could have fallen to her death, he hadn't thought much before removing his muzzle and leaping to the next roof to latch his jaws into her shoulder and thrust her up to safety. 
A bark of laughter and a soft clutter came from behind him; Noah turned his head to see the commotion, and Oli stepped out of the shadows to his left, following his line of sight. One of the hunters stretched out her limbs, spying the two of them watching; she stretched out her rump on purpose, curling her tail in the air. Oli snorted, shaking his head before sitting back on his haunches and lifting his leg to scratch his ear. Noah rolled his eyes, dropping his head to his paws again. The scent from the smooth black band around his left leg wafting into his nose, soft jasmine and clove circling his olfactory; that's not how she tasted. Her blood was fiery like cinnamon but burned like cheap whiskey and had a grit like dirt. 
What will he say when you get home? 
The thick accent of Oli's voice pierced through his brain. Noah huffed, the dust from the alley coming loose and blowing into a cloud in front of him. He didn't want to think about it. He'd disobeyed a direct order. Hunters only remove their muzzles with permission; to violate that order, there is no telling what punishment may present. Equipped with trackers and wireless radios, masters often communicated with their hunters throughout the night; Jolly was usually too busy for that.
As masters go, Jolly was lenient compared to the others; some hunters had masochistic, if not borderline abusive, treatment; Jolly was softer, maybe a little rough when they got physical, but never anything that made Noah fear what he would do when he returned. It wasn't often Noah ever did something wrong; he could count on one hand how many times he'd disobeyed his master in their last thirteen years of partnership. And less on that hand could he count the times Jolly was truly angry with him; he was only ever disappointed. But disappointment can be a cruel punishment on its own.
Oli was just as lucky as Noah; his mistress was a beautiful woman inside and out. They had genuinely fallen in love with one another, and the collaring ceremony was nothing compared to the wedding they had shared. It wasn't unheard of for masters and hunters to marry, but breeding wasn't possible-they were sterile for a reason. The Mage were blood purists; they preferred to keep their magic to themselves.
Noah kept his eyes ahead, watching Skytower in the distance, the sun starting to gleam off the highest floors first. When the cars on the street grew in numbers, and the sun began to shine through the fog, a static came through his ears. 
"You are relieved of duty; you are to come straight home." Jolly did indeed sound disappointed. Noah's ears fell back on his head, and he whined. Oli sprung to his feet, stretching his front legs forward and shaking his shaggy fur. Noah stood slowly, his limbs stiff from lying still practically all night; he had to force himself to stretch, letting himself stand on his own two feet before heading straight for home.
Skytower was only three blocks south of the laboratory, hard to miss with its 45 floors towering over the city. Noah's eyes locked on the 38th floor's west side windows; that was their floor. Jolly and he shared a four-bedroom apartment, with one of those rooms doubling as an office space for Jolly to work. Mage had some of the most high-paying jobs in the world; how else would they establish order in the chaos? Jolly's job was one of distinguished power. Born as a cousin to a royal Swedish family, he was a lord in his home country. He handled affairs from home, all from abroad, and with the remainder of his time, he worked on finances for the lab's experiments and research. Their close relationship made Jolly more interested in the hunter initiative and their health. They got some of the best medical treatments and even gave suggestions to make hunters more optimal.
Oli paused when they reached Skytower, holding the left side of his muzzle so delicately listening to his intercom with a smile broadening in his cheeks. Reaching behind his head he unclasped the leather mask from his face. Shaking out his hair and stretching his jaw, he turned to Noah, giving him a reassuring smile. 
"Listen, bruv," Oli clapped him on the shoulder, "I need to get coffee for me and my mistress. Take whatever punishment he gives you. And advice: just feign stupid, beg forgiveness, and move on." 
Noah reached behind his head to remove his leather mask as his partner disappeared down the street.
"Leave it on." The disappointed voice of his master pierced through his ears, and he dropped his hands slowly, squaring his shoulders before walking into his massive home. Awkward silence engulfed him in the elevator as he climbed the thirty-eight floors by himself, his anxiety increasing with every ding signaling another floor. 
Stepping into their apartment, birch storm flooring with equally neutral furniture graced their living room, the low light of the gas fireplace shining over their apartment. Noah could smell the freshly brewed coffee, but when he didn't see Jolly in the kitchen or the living room, there was only one other space he could be in. 
Noah turned down the hall, passing by his own bedroom, bathroom, and the spare room before stopping at the door to Jolly's office. It was open, and the lights were on; knocking was unnecessary as he stepped in. 
Jolly wasn't facing him, turned in the chair with his back at the desk, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. Noah could hear the slow sips he took from his mug of fresh espresso, swallowing so gingerly that Noah could almost forget he was upset. 
"Eventful evening." The statement hung in the room, and Noah dared not answer. Feign stupid. Oli's advice rang through his ears; now all he needed was for Jolly to turn around, and he could beg forgiveness. 
Jolly turned slowly in his office chair, setting his clear mug on the glass coaster before standing from his chair. Dressed in navy blue slacks and a charcoal gray dress shirt, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his hair was still damp from his shower. Noah could smell the citrus and mahogany wafting off him; he swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling himself twitch in his pants. 
His master closed in on him, hands in his pockets, their eyes level with one another as he closed the space between them. 
"I don't care why. I don't need you to speak." Jolly lifted a hand from his pocket, running his fingers through Noah's hair, caressing down to cup his cheek. "I do, however, need you to kneel." 
Jolly placed both hands on Noah's shoulder; their weight helped to push Noah onto his knees on the floor. His nose brushed the already noticeable bulge in his master's pants, and he could feel his mouth salivating. Peeking out of Jolly's right pocket was the dark rope Jolly kept in the top drawer of his desk. Feeling his tail wagging and his heart racing at the sight, Noah was more than eager to touch the floor. 
Noah kneeled on the floor, breathing heavily through the leather on his face. Jolly strolled behind him, caressing his cheek and neck before bringing Noah's arms behind his body, crossing the hunter's wrists over each other and securing them with the burgundy rope. The anticipation rose in Noah's chest as Jolly wrapped his arms around his body, reaching to undo the clasp of his pants before pulling them down. With his lower half exposed, Noah's skin prickled with gooseflesh, shuddering under the brush of his master's fingertips on his thighs.
"You disobeyed, didn't you?" Jolly's harsh whisper brushed Noah's ear. The hunter hung his head. He heard the familiar clink of the leather belt and the soft thud of clothes hitting the floor. Noah's breathing increased, feeling himself harden at the thought of being taken roughly. His master circled him; he'd discarded his pants and underwear cock slowly being stroked by his slender fingers. Leaving Noah on his knees in the middle of the office, his master stepped back creating several feet between them as he leaned on the edge of his desk, stroking himself slowly, eyes locked with Noah. "Shall I explain the rules?"
"You look so pretty in that muzzle of yours." his master cooed, stroking his hardening cock in his hand. Noah mewled, dropping his eyes to the floor as his cheeks reddened. 
"Bad boy. Look at me." Jolly growled. Noah lifted his eyes again, seeing his master's hand stilled. "Rule one, you look away. I have to stop, and you know I don't like to stop unnecessarily." 
Noah nodded slowly nodded his head, feeling his ears fall back and his tail droop. He watched eagerly as his master started to pump his swollen head once again, kicking himself off the edge of the desk to come closer to Noah's face. 
He could feel the drool pooling in his mouth, the sensation of opening it as his master approached was second nature, but the leather on his face made it impossible for his jaw to move. 
"That's a good boy." Jolly praised. Noah watched as the pitiful whine he let slip only made his master's hand speed up and his cock twitch in his grasp. "I like it when you whine. You always sound so needy." 
Noah's own cock was hard and throbbing between his legs; he wanted to be touched, needed to be felt up and down in slow strokes. But with his hands clasped behind his back and his master having no give, it was apparent that was impossible. 
"Rule two. You don't ever remove your muzzle without permission." Jolly pumped himself harder, focusing more on the head of his cock than his shaft. Groaning as he looked into his pup's eyes. 
"You don't like having that on your face, do you? You'd rather have my cock in your mouth, wouldn't you?" Noah whined again; inside him, his tail was excitedly thumping on the ground. 
"You won't disobey me again?" Noah shook his head vigorously. No, not if it meant being rewarded. He'd listen, he'd be good. 
Jolly moaned, positioning himself behind Noah, the hunter growling eagerly. 
His master's hand clutched the nape of his neck, the pressure pushing him down to bend in half as he kneeled on the ground. A low groan rumbled across the walls as Noah felt the warm ropes land on his lower back, dripping down his skin and between the cheeks of his ass. Jolly's grip tightened as his hand started to shake, slowly coming down from his high. Noah felt himself dripping precum onto the floor, desperate for release and feeling his lower abdomen tighten with feral need.
"You get yourself cleaned up," Jolly gave the side of his thigh a light slap, untying the bonds of his wrists before standing up from behind him. "I have to work this afternoon. We'll take care of you tonight."
Jolly redressed, stepping over Noah on his way to his desk; from deep in Noah's chest, he whined, crawling on the floor towards his master. Jolly paid him no attention, sitting in his oversized office chair in front of his laptop as if nothing had happened. Noah gathered his pants, pulling them up over his tender and stiff cock, head still cast down to the floor. He turned to leave the room, wiping the sweat from his brow when Jolly's voice stopped him in his tracks.
"You can take off your muzzle for the night. And Noah," Noah turned slowly to look at his master, "Rule three, don't touch yourself. I need you, needy." 
Noah nearly choked on the saliva pooling in his mouth as he left the office. Down the hall, he closed the door to his bathroom, stripping off the clothes from the night before; looking down at himself, he was stiff as a board and couldn't do anything to fix it. 
A Lukewarm shower washed away the night before and the last few minutes. As he tossed his clothes from the night before into the hamper, he pulled the band from his pocket, wrapping it around his wrist. Thumbing through his clothes, he found it amazing how monochromatic his wardrobe was, from white to black and all the shades of gray. Throwing on a loose pair of pants and some white sneakers, a matching crew neck top with a black unbuttoned baseball jersey for good measure. He grabbed his ball cap and sunglasses as he walked out the door. He just wanted some air, to get out and get his mind off things; he'd walked a few blocks, realizing his feet already knew where he was going if his mind didn't.
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Niffty headcannons because I did Sir Pentious uwu
(CW for sex and smut being mentioned but nothing graphic) 
When she was alive she was tall, willowy, and had long hair, like how most people draw human fluttershy 
She lived in Japan most of her life but moved to the states when she got married to a US soldier
She was the overlord of mariticide (the act of killing one’s husband) I mean she was a housewife in the 50’s she def snapped 
She eats things she doesn't know, she has an iron stomach now
She is still an overlord technically but she never cared for titles in the first place
Alastor has an older brother like relationship with her, she’s the baby sibling, and Husk is the middle child 
Niffty loves to play house with those two (just as long as there is no mommy or daddy) Alastor is more than willing to entertain Niffty, Husk usually has to be dragged into it
She collects porcelain dolls and taxidermy stuffed animals each one has a name and tragic backstory 
She hates every and all bugs no matter what kind they are, she used to be deathly afraid of bugs but that fear morphed into hate. Now she is on a one woman’s crusade to kill them all
She is allergic to bee and wasp stings 
Her book collection is ⅓ psychological horror ⅓ hardcore smut and ⅓ picture books about animal friendships or animals with jobs 
She cuts and dyes her hair herself (how could you tell) ((the yellow part is dyed)) 
She had autism, ADHD, pica, and OCD 
She loves dogs but only the big ones, she hates any dog that can fit into a handbag only she gets to ride around in the handbag 
Her love language is that of a cat so if she likes you she is gonna leave dead animals outside your room, everyone in the hotel thanks Niffty but quickly disposes of her gifts
Oh and love bites she also hate bites but there is a difference 
Her favorite foods are strawberry cakes, oyakodon, daifuku, the cotton candy in the walls and meat on the bone (like chicken wings or t-bone steak) 
She stress cooks because she needs to do something all the time, she hates sitting still so the hotel is over run with leftovers 
She has one of those scholastic dairies with a pink heart lock and matching pen with the pink feather pom-pom she writes in every night before bed
She will ask if you have games on your phone
She doesn't have a phone or other technology because Alastor doesn't like tech but she is not against using it 
She spins around on the tips of her feet when she dances 
Whenever she goes in public she has to wear one of those children’s leash because she will wander off and get stuck in something
She likes to hide in holes and small places but gets stuck often (like getting stuck in the toilet)
She flip flops between ‘rabid goblin queen’ and “cinnamon roll angel’ frequently 
Angel Dust, Sir Pentious, and Niffty fight tooth and nail for TV time and it’s a whole 30 minutes of chaos before someone walks away with the remote 
Nifty is either going to turn on an animal documentary or hentai 
She is Ace and hates participating in sex herself but she finds the act itself quite interesting 
Once a month she will round up whoever is in the hotel and host a tea party (she and Pentious bicker on how to make tea, his tastes being western and hers being eastern) 
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A general problem the MCU has is that while they may be good at bringing up potentially interesting and complex takes on real-world issues or things that could shake up the status quo, they're not good at commitment, and usually have the issues get solved in anticlimactic fashion, whether that be by the end of the same project they were introduced in, or have them get solved offscreen.
Like, with The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, they raise a legitimate issue through bringing up the topic of how immigrants and refugees are treated. Setting aside Karli falling into the same trap as Killmonger of "villains who suddenly kill a bunch of innocent people at random because they were raising too many legitimate points, and we need the audience to not root for the", the issue is resolved through Sam effectively giving a "Do better" speech to the politicians while the deportation issue is solved offscreen.
Setting aside that they come off more like a HYDRA manifesto, the Sokovia Accords could've been the foundation for a discussion about acceptable forms of oversight for superheroes. But it really just amounted to a plot device to allow the airport battle to happen, they're pretty much forgotten once Zemo enters the picture, they're mentioned a few times in Ant-Man and the Wasp and WandaVision, and then Matt Murdock's scenes in She-Hulk: Attorney at Law reveal that the Accords were repealed offscreen.
Secret Invasion seemed to be on track to deconstruct Fury's habit of using superpowered people to help him, by having it reveal that he basically exploited alien refugees. But he doesn't actually solve that issue by the end (in fact, when it comes to defeating Gravik, he exploits G'iah having superpowers and wanting to avenge her parents to utilize her as an assassin).
I very much agree with you.
The MCU likes to bring up certain points of discussion but they seem to believe that either the audience is too stupid to understand complex storylines or they just want something easy to digest that won't upset anybody (mostly the execs).
It comes to show that while in the past the superhero movies were all about celebrating the heroes and their "otherness", nowadays we get organizations like the TVA justified by the narrative, the governments are protected and the blame is deflected towards the heroes like Bucky, or a series that could have made a fantastic story regarding Fury, Shield and their shady missions turns out to say... absolutely nothing at all.
What they did to the Flagsmashers and Karli was so utterly disgusting that I can't even begin to say how mad it made me. Hell, Secret Invasion was dealing with refugees as well (the alien-kind but, still). So why not try to connect the two somehow? We had Nick speak to Talos about racism, much in the way Sam gets to mention some of it especially when he's with Isaiah, but nothing ever comes out of it. They're short lines that can be quoted in tweets and memes but they're pointless when it comes to the story being told in the series.
And maybe that's the problem, it would seem that's all Marvel wants. It's like their "queer rep". They want something quick, short, and ambiguous that won't bother anyone too much. Probably because they're one of those who think "both sides" are equally right and wrong and so they don't want to alienate anybody.
And one of the reasons I hate this is that when it really comes to it... does the existence of heroes really change anything in the MCU universe? When it comes to external threats they're essential, but with internal affairs? They always stop the immediate threat but everything else that made it happen is left as it is (the worst offender is CW, the Accords and that damn Raft. "Oh let me break my teammates out of here but watch as I do nothing to help the other inmates or anybody else that will be sent here in the future". WTF is that?!!).
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