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zinzabee · 8 months

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RaphSwap! featuring my Kaiju TMNT AU. Designs have changed a lil bit so that they actually look more kaiju-like, though nothing is official as of yet.

Quick explanation: Sharron was originally a kaiju OC before I put her in RotTMNT. I thought it would be neat if I then created a version of the TMNT to inhabit her kaiju universe. So here's the two of them in a crossover or sorts. These doodles were done at 4am a week ago so I'm sorry they're really scrappy.

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arcadebroke · 2 years

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#beta #anime #horror #kaiju

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taintandviolent · 1 year

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In the end of the night, I can feel your warmth. (Kyle Spencer x Reader)

summary: zombies eat brains... not pussies. WRONG. they actually eat them really well. 2.9K words!

warnings: 18+ below the cut!! smut (female receiveing), heavy heavy cunnilingus, s*xual guiding/coaching, praise (male receiving), carnal instincts, unga bunga brain Frankenkyle because it’s a serious problem I have, uhhhhhhh.

tags: @darlingjimmy @petersevans @kaiju-superstar @redwoodghost @kaismanwich @elsamars @thewolveswithin @marylovesevanpeters @80strashbag @iluwmycats @kai-slut @kaissweetlamb @twinkiemaximoff @evanpetersfansblog @spill-the-t @eventually27 @stucktothetwo @kai-andersons-blog @kai-anderson-whore @evansb1tch @viharmonscorner @yesdevineruler @anonymous0316 @enchanting-evan @fuckedbykai @nova-kayne67

ao3 link here! Full link below the cut!! Thank you to @redwoodghost and @kaiju-superstar for yet AGAIN beta-reading and sending me to the clouds.

“Mmmph….”

Three days earlier.

After a series of life altering events, you’d finally thrown your hands up and run away from home. The destination? Miss Robichaux’s School for Gifted Young Women, located in the mysterious city of New Orleans. As you rode the bus, one backpack stuffed with clothes and jewellery clutched tightly to your chest like a child, vibrant images of vampires, witches and voodoo danced in your dreams.

You saw yourself as a plain Jane who had been a little too influenced by the occult at a young age. A typical girl who had grown up on Stevie Nicks and tarot cards, you had never considered yourself particularly remarkable, though you’d always had a knack for making things happen a little too easily. Teachers and parents had always described you as an influential young woman — a deceptive umbrella term that hardly scratched the surface. You weren’t writing persuasive essays or excelling in Speech and Debate, you were sticking your fingers into someone’s mind like playdoh and rewiring it to do exactly what you wanted.

It was that deceptive umbrella term that brought you to Louisiana to begin with; you’d felt unheard, unseen, and misunderstood. You were struggling and nobody had the capacity to unravel your problems.

Cordelia, who was easily one of the most beautiful women you’d ever seen, welcomed you into her office. The interview was brief but compassionate. She’d asked you to explain what brought you to her home, what you felt your “powers” were, and reached to touch the top of your hand when you struggled with that word. She lingered, staring deeply at your fingers. After a moment, she inhaled and spoke again.

“Nothing is silly here. You’re safe. Everything you’ve thought was make-believe or… or childish isn’t. The world runs on magic.”

Cordelia had called one of the other girls into her office and given you an encouraging nod. The girl, who couldn’t have been more than sixteen, had jet black hair, and large glasses. She looked deeply frightened and you almost felt bad when you made her crawl on the floor like a crab before standing up and clapping excitedly. It took very little effort for you, Cordelia noted and wrote something on a piece of paper in your file.

Whatever you’d done, you’d done it correctly. Shortly after that, a girl named Zoe showed you to your new room. She was sweet, kind — the sort of woman that you thought would listen to every side of every story before making any judgements. She used to be a student witch here, she explained as you two walked, but she'd risen in the ranks and become so busy with being the Council — something very important, a hierarchy of witches — that she didn’t have time for the things she used to focus on.

Zoe opened the tall door, letting you step in first. Well-lit by the large and ornately trimmed windows, the room was white, matching the scheme of the rest of the mansion. Sparsely decorated, there were the necessities in terms of furniture and nothing else. There were two beds at opposite sides of the room… and a blonde boy sat cross-legged on the one closest to the door. His expression was blank, but his brows were laced together, conveying some sort of unknown sadness.

“This is Kyle. He…” she trailed off, her voice sounding unsteady. “He died. Madison and I, we… we put him back together and brought him back.”

You snapped your head to face her, jaw hanging slack in disbelief. “Put him back together? Like Frankenstein?”

Zoe nodded, and reached out to stroke his fluffy blonde curls. While he remained stoic, you noticed the tiniest flinch in his cheek muscles. The way she looked at him… you crossed your arms over your chest uncomfortably. There was history here. “He’s not the same. He tries though.”

She straightened out her frown, visibly trying to move on from the memories.

“This used to be my room. But…” She dropped her hand to her side. He flinched more visibly. “It’s yours now.”

Zoe had told you that all Kyle needed was macaroni, kid’s shows on YouTube, and he wouldn’t bother you. For the first night, you conceded with those recommendations because his outbursts overwhelmed you.

On the second night, you woke up to the sound of rustling. Kyle sat upright in his bed, sheets draped over his lap, staring towards the window. You sat up in bed, pulling the sheets up to your chest. He turned to look at you and shrunk away from your gaze, ashamed. He quickly returned to a lying position, like a child who had gotten yelled at. The apprehension you possessed on the first night had morphed into wonderment. A reanimated boy, who despite being pieced together still had some semblance of sentience and emotion. It may have been cliche to analyze it through a Shelley-esque eye… but with sentience, came love. And with love, agony was sure to follow. You’d always been particularly enraptured with the idea of a monster needing love, trying desperately to understand it.

A line from Frankenstein came to mind as you watched him staring straight up at the ceiling, hoping you wouldn’t notice he wasn’t asleep. “I have a love in me the likes of which can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.”

So… what if you satisfied the first? Perhaps all he needed was some tenderness, some attentiveness.

“Kyle?”

No response. You swung your legs out from underneath the covers, planting your bare feet on the wooden floors. In only your nightgown, the chill of the air bit at your exposed limbs, prompting you to slip your arms into the lacy, green sleeves of your robe.

“Kyle? You wanna look at the moon?”

This time, he turned his head on the pillow to look at you. You began moving carefully towards him.

“You want to? The moon?” You asked again, making a circle shape with your hands and then unrolling them to point towards the window. He nodded, showing understanding. Clumsily, he threw the covers off him and got to his feet.

You took one step. He followed, ambling heavily behind you until you both stood close enough to the window to feel the chill that permeated the glass. He sighed heavily, the sound resonating in his broad chest. It was the first time you’d heard any sort of happy sound from him. His knuckles brushed against yours, but despite the quivering in your abdomen, you didn’t reach out to hold his hand. You wanted to, though. Very, very much.

On the third night, you woke up to the sounds.

“Mmmmmph! Mmm…arrr…. Mmmm…. ow.”

You rubbed your eyes, rousing yourself. Instead of being in his own bed, like he usually was, Kyle sat at the foot of yours, his legs pulled to his chest. “What? What’s wrong?”

He grunted again, scooting closer to you on the bed. Although the room was dark, the small night light in the corner illuminated just enough of his face to show the pained expression, the stress in his dark eyes.

“Kyle? What’s the matter? Try…” You whispered. “Are you hurt?”

He nodded. Then shook his head. “Hmmmph… I’m……”

“You’re what? What is it?”

He struggled to speak, but what did come out sounded distinctly like your own name.

Kyle’s head dropped heavily to his chest, shamefully looking down at his erection as it tented his boxers. He lifted his eyes, staring at you from underneath his heavy brow and fluffy locks. Both hands clenched into fists, he pressed down into his groin, moaning.

Oh…. Oh fuck, you thought. Oh my fucking god, he’s got a boner.

“It’s okay,” you reassured. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of… it’s normal. O-kay.”

Poor thing. He doesn’t know what to do…. He’s asking for help. He looked into your eyes with the most soulful, desperate pleading you’d ever seen. No man, even more together than him, had ever asked you for help like this. There was something underneath, another stain on his heart. You could feel it when your eyes locked for a second too long — but that wasn’t important. It didn’t change what you were about to do.

You fingered the ruched elastic of his boxers, scooping it towards you. The taut skin of his stomach was warm, and the heat increased as you neared the bush of hair. Kyle groaned and cloddishly bucked his hips to force your hand farther down. The searing hot tip slipped against the back of your hand, leaving a streak of precum on your skin.

“P……l…eaaasse…..” His chest was heaving up and down, forcing excited little breaths out of his open mouth.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and gripped his cock gently. It twitched against your hand and you felt another hot, viscid ribbon coat your knuckles. Oh fuck. He jerked his hips again as you began stroking, smearing his wetness along the shaft. He slackened the muscles in his neck, letting his head fall onto your shoulder.

“Good? Does that feel better?”

His head moved on you, up and down, so you assumed it did. You decided to test it by going a little faster, and squeezing his cock a little harder. Instead of the guttural, almost pained groans he’d given you before, the most pathetic little whimper left his throat. You lifted your gaze to the ceiling, rolling your eyes back. He was putty in your grip, begging for you with every muscle in his body. And that… drove you insane.

Carefully, quietly… you reached to your legs, gathering the edge of your nightgown into your palm, pulling it up your thigh until you had enough room to reach your own arousal. Wasting no time, you circled your clit slowly, slipping a finger inside between rotations.

“AAAAAGUHHH!”

You clapped your hand over Kyle’s mouth, eyes widening like saucers in the dark. You whispered louder than you ever had in your entire life. “Shhh! Kyle! Shhh!” He breathed hard out his nose. “I can’t help you if you’re loud… they’ll hear you.”

Underneath your fingers, Kyle’s plush lips parted just enough for you to notice. You froze. He looked down as far as his ocular anatomy allowed and his pupils dilated, the blackness consuming the already deep brown. His tongue swept across the underside of your fingers before forcing itself between them. He gripped your hand tightly at the wrist and yanked it down in a startling display of his inhuman strength.

“Wuh…. Want.”

You jerked your head back, confused. “What?”

He brought your hand back up, and like a child claiming that a toy was his, Kyle licked your pointer and index finger from the base to the tip of them. He swallowed.

“Waant….”

Holy shit. You realised. You realised what it was he wanted…. The hand you’d used to cover his mouth was that hand that you’d previously been fingering yourself with, the fingers that were coated in your own wetness. He wanted… that.

Nervously, you pulled your hand from his boxers, the elastic snapping against his tummy. You nodded once and inhaled a deep breath through your nose, a feeble attempt at pacifying the bundle of live wires you called your nerves. Kyle’s eyes never left yours, watching you intently as you planted your hands on either side of your body as leverage to push yourself back towards the head of the bed. You laid back on the pillow, knees touching and obscuring Kyle.

When you opened them, your breath rushed out from your lungs. He was so pretty, the way the moonlight illuminated his curls like an angel’s halo, outlining his broad form. His plaid shirt hung open, teasing at the body beneath. And then, of course, there was the erection. The fabric of his boxers were pulled tight.

You tilted your head down, pressing your chin against your chest. Your eyes were misty, doe-like, and you almost stuck your fingers in his mind to tell him to come to you. But he did it on his own accord and your heart gave an adoring flutter. Coming forward onto his hands, Kyle crawled on the bed to you, and you welcomed him in between your thighs. He lowered himself down onto his stomach.

“Good boy,” you whispered. “You’re so good, Kyle…”

Kyle opened his mouth on your pussy, lapping at it hungrily. The smoothness of his teeth grazed your clit, and the heat of your arousal was unimaginable, burning deep within your core. You’d been eaten out, but not eaten out. Not like this. Zombies ate brains, not pussies.

And yet… you were being devoured within an inch of your life. Every clench brought out more cum, and Kyle was there to drink it up, flicking his tongue from your entrance to your clit repeatedly, until your vision went blurry with twinkling stars. Every time his tongue returned to its starting position, he always lingered and sometimes slipped in, delving into something he wanted more of. He was tasting you over and over again. Your mouth opened, at first giving nothing but the sound of your breath. His lips closed around your clit, his tongue driving up into your entrance, and a high pitched whine clawed its way out of your throat.

And just like that, the pleasure was gone. Kyle pulled away, panicked.

“Bad?!”

You shook your head quickly, panting. “No, no…. Good. Very good, Kyle.”

His worried expression softened slightly, but he still looked unsure and scared to keep going. The sound you’d made… all he knew told him it was that he’d done something wrong and he’d hurt you.

“B….buh….. bad…… sssssound…..”

“Nonononono. Very… very good. I made that sound because it feels good. You’re doing a good job.”

He huffed out a breath, the warmth of it washing over you. You writhed, the backs of your thighs rubbing against his bare shoulders. Bent at the elbows, Kyle wrapped his forearms around your legs, wide hands twitching ever so slightly as they caressed you. There was something overwhelmingly erotic in the way he fearfully looked up at you from between your legs. You drew your bottom lip in, biting down as hard as you could to stifle the moan that threatened.

“Please,” you whined. “You’re doing so good, Kyle. It feels so good. You like it, right?”

He nodded, dropping his gaze to look at your cunt, a puddle forming on sheets below. His jaw hung slack as he went back in, his lips enveloping you fully. His tongue was hot and you were sensitive, writhing in his grip. You weren’t aware that you were writhing away from him until his fingers came to life, digging deep into the soft flesh of your thighs.

You arched your back as you came on his tongue, taking fistfuls of the sheets and tightening until you felt the fibres squeak against each other. Kyle growled into your cunt, pulling you closer into him. His tongue flattening against you, feeling the pulsating clenches as they happened.

Kyle straightened up to his knees, stiffly pulling his boxers down over the curve of his ass. His stiff cock sprung free, the swollen head, red and leaking. He seemed to know what he wanted to do, but didn’t know where to start. You scooted down, pressing your legs further open. Kyle shuffled forward on the bed, the springs creaking underneath you.

“It’s okay, Kyle… it’s okay.” Keeping your eyes on him, you took hold of his cock again and gently guided it towards your wet slit. “I’ll make you feel better.”

He allowed himself to be guided, following your direction. His squishy tip slipped in, compressed by your tight walls. The sound that Kyle made — something between a choking breath and a groan — was the only warning you got that a switch had flipped. He knew exactly what to do.

Kyle sunk his length into you, taking only a moment to revel in the feeling of your warm, wet insides. He quickly found his rhythm, bucking in and out with steady intention as he watched you with half-lidded eyes, mouth hanging slack. His pelvis slapped against yours, knocking against your clit each time your bodies met. The visual drove you insane, sending streaks of hot arousal right to your core.

“Gggoooooodddd….” He groaned. “G-good.”

He picked up speed, and you desperately tried to maintain coherency, nodding. Your nails dug into his back, holding on as tight as you could. “Guh-HOHm- my god. Good, yes. G-good, baby.”

Kyle’s large hands snaked their way to your shoulders, encasing them in a steely grip. He pulled himself into you, harder and harder until you felt an unfamiliar ache in your insides, where he could go no farther. You came for a second time with a high-pitched whimper and Kyle kept his pace, grunting. Your wetness splashed against your thighs as he thrust into you, and when you lifted your hips up slightly, Kyle’s fingers curled in, clamping down on your shoulders with a crushing strength. You held back your cries of pain, grinding your hips against his as he pumped into you. Just hold on… let him finish….

Finally, he released his hold on you, collapsing onto your chest with a heavy breath. Once the vigorous movement had subsided, your sweat-soaked bodies were no longer immune to the lithe, chilly fingers of temperature. Still, you were warm underneath him.

So, so warm.

Kyle fell asleep with his cock inside you. And for the first time in three nights, he didn’t wake up once.

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fantasy-girl974 · 1 month

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Creator: @grexigone /// Co-creator: @fantasy-girl974

➜ Status: ONGOING 𖧷 Pairing: Aloy x Kotallo (Horizon: Forbidden West) ıllı Rating: Mature ★ Series Summary: HFW x Pacific Rim AU | After the loss of her father and co-pilot, retired jaeger pilot Aloy is recruited by Hekarro to join his last stand in the battle against the kaiju invading the earth - but first, she must choose her new co-pilot. What began as a 'better option' than her miserable life building anti-kaiju wall soon grows into finding the home she thought she'd lost, and possibly something more from her unlikely friendship and partnership with the Tenakth chief's prodigy, Kotallo.

▶ Chapters Masterlist by @grexigone : [LINK] ▶ Companion fic: A New Purpose by @fantasy-girl974 [LINK]

Status: ONGOING

Chapter-1 /// Chapter-2 /// Chapter-3 /// Chapter-4 /// Chapter-5 /// Chapter-6

Status: ONGOING

Miracle Lines Logo /// Sunwing Alpha (Kotallo & Aloy) /// The Jaegers

Status: ONGOING

Aloy & Kotallo : pilots (chapter 10) /// Kotallo : RABBIT (chapter 10) /// Young Kotallo (companion fic) /// Aloy & Kotallo (chapter 12) /// Beta & Alva (chapter 13-14) /// Fashav (chapter 14)

Status: ONGOING

Chapter-8 /// Chapter-9 /// Chapter-12 /// Chapter-21

Art Masterlist last updated: 13/03/2024

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edsstaugustinesnake · 6 months

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Title: Huge in Japan!

Author: EdsStAugustineSnake on AO3

Artist: googoogojob on tumblr, loockhar on Twitter, nopeitsmetherealone on insta

Beta reader: JoQuickly on AO3

Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Israel Hands, Stede Bonnet, Lucius Spriggs, Roach (Our Flag Means Death), Black Pete, Frenchie, Oluwande Boodhari, Jim Jimenez, The Swede (Our Flag Means Death), Buttons, Karl the Seagull (Our Flag Means Death),

Fang, Ivan (Our Flag Means Death), Wee John Feeney

Relationship(s): Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet, Oluwande Boodhari/Jim Jimenez, Israel Hands/Roach (Our Flag Means Death), Black Pete/Lucius Spriggs, Fang/The Swede (Our Flag Means Death), Wee John Feeney/Frenchie

Rating: M

Additional Tags: Adventure & Romance, Humor, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Reality Show, Alternate Universe - Kaiju Are Believed Extinct, Reality Show Star Stede Bonnet, Biology Professor Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Māori Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Humor, Kaiju, Vague Giant Monster Violence, Japanese Mythology & Folklore, Shinto, Yōkai, Māori Mythology & Folklore, Japanese Character(s), Cryptids, Ghosts, Aliens, People of Earth (TV 2016) References, Reincarnation?, Acrophobia, Undocumented Character, But Not for the Reason You Think, Oral Sex, Twitter, Past Domestic Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Father-Son Relationship, Estranged Father, Father Figures, Gun Violence, Minor Character Death, Minor Original Character(s), Happy Ending, Izzy Hands Takes Some S1 Canon-Typical Shit But Gets a Happy Ending, Written Before Season 2

Warnings: Past Domestic Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Gun Violence, Minor Character Death, Undocumented Character

Summary: Reality show star Stede “The Cryptid Hunter” Motte draws the attention of Caltech Biology researchers Edward Teach and Israel Hands. After a brief spat via press release and Twitter, Ed and Stede reach a détente, each more intrigued than ever. When they find themselves in Japan tracking down the same rumors of living kaiju (though everyone knows Godzilla, et al. went extinct decades ago!) they learn that some monsters are human, and they’ll have to work together to save themselves, their more-than-meets-the-eye crews, and, possibly, the world.

Wordcount: 45,861

Link to story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51255100

#ofmd big bang

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reinathevocaloid · 1 month

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My KinnPorsche Fic Rec List

(aka an ongoing list of my favorite fics)

take me back to the light by kurtstiel

Porsche is left reeling and in need of direction after the shooting. Kinn notices.

i'd probably still adore you (with your arms around my neck) by kurtstiel (and the entire i'm the one for your fire series)

Porsche experiences a drop after Kinn choked him to save him from the minor family. Kinn helps him through it.

all of me (is all for you) by kurtstiel

While Kinn is away on a business trip, Porsche gets his nipples pierced as a surprise for their anniversary. Kinn comes home earlier than Porsche expected.

the things i would do to you by kurtstiel

Porsche discovers what it means to have a size kink.

i see nobody, nobody but you by kurtstiel

Kinn catches Porsche arriving home on Vegas' motorcycle in Episode 5.

angiogenesis by captainkit

In which Porsche and Pete get a last chance at a normal life, Vegas gets another chance to prove himself, Tankhun gets justice and love and Korn dies. Maybe in that order.

landing on your paws by captainkit

Catboy vigilante Porsche, the fic

Intent to Cherish by iffervescent

A mouthy beta runs off with Kinn's watch. He goes to get it back.

A thousand jasmine blossoms bloom by iffervescent

The alpha warlord Kinn has swept down from the north, conquering every land in his path. There is only one way for Prince Porsche to guarantee his people's safety.

love on the water, love underwater by butterflylungs

A day off, a surprise trip, and the dreams they've had to let go.

tear out all of your tenderness by butterflylungs

Porsche wakes up blindfolded, bound to a chair and with the telltale signs of an oncoming heat simmering low in his belly.

fell in love with the fire long ago by butterflylungs

Porsche decides to play a game of teasing while Kinn is away on a business trip; it leads to very fun consequences.

you put a fever inside me by butterflylungs

Porsche riles Kinn up during a work meeting, and Kinn teaches him a lesson.

closer than your shadow by butterflylungs

Kinn doesn't like when other people touch what's his.

stuck when you get sweet by butterflylungs

Kinn takes Porsche home to continue what they started.

diesel is desire, you were playing with fire by butterflylungs

When Kinn is dosed with a strange drug, Porsche steps up to help.

haunt me when you're not around by butterflylungs

He turns his head back around and he comes to a sudden stop, so fast he almost trips face first into the gun pointed at him. Fear explodes in his chest before Porsche shoves it down, because he can’t afford to be scared. Because Kinn, standing in front of him right now, would smell the fear and jump on it. “Got you,” Kinn says, finger on the trigger.

All That for Just a License? by nuwildcat

Porsche really thought the titanium mag-lock cuffs were a good idea. Sure, Chay had lectured him at the price, but he swore they would come in handy on the job. To be fair they did...he just really wished he hadn't dropped the key.

Echoes in My Dreams by nuwildcat

It's been 10 years since the first Kaiju attack, humanity built the Jaeger program to fight them, and Kinn Annakin Theerapanyakun is one of the top Jaeger Pilots in the world. There's just one problem, none of his co-pilots have lasted past a year with him. Enter Porsche Pachara Kittisawat. Somehow this disaster of a bartender with no Drift experience shakes Kinn's understand of the Drift and changes humanity's fate at the same time. Well as long as Kinn doesn't kill him first.

mine to keep by nuwildcat

Porsche has dealt with almost every type of customer. The demanding ones, the rude ones, even the charmingly polite ones, but Kinn Theerapanyakul stands out from the rest. Trapped in a tiny plane, 80,000 feet above the Earth, Kinn’s attention is overwhelming. Eyes follow him like Kinn wants to devour Porsche. This time, Porsche might just let him.

How I Know You by nuwildcat

The looming shadow of the Dragon Throne has long been on Porsche's mind. The empire has swept closer and closer to his lands, snatching up smaller kingdoms and grinding them under its boots, all at the hand of one man: Prince Kinn. Now that army is on Porsche's doorstep, and he has a choice to make. He can't fight off the army, but he can protect his country if he consents to become Kinn's. For his kingdom, for his people, Porsche will sacrifice anything, but the real question is, what does he have to gain?

The Fangs of Frost by nuwildcat

Porsche was raised on tales of the sidhe by his mother, told faerie stories at night before bed about Kings and magic spears and a whole different world in the Underground. But they were meant to be stories, lessons in packages children could understand and listen to. This is not a story. One of these days, Porsche is going to have to learn not to be so damn curious. Not if the world is filled with beasts like this.

Cleaning Spells by nuwildcat

Porsche is a completely average magic user. He's great at cleaning up the bar quickly, drying dishes, and picking up after his brother. He's twenty-five and still hasn't manifested a Familiar, something he tries not to ruminate on. He's accepted the fact that maybe he will never Bond, no matter what Yok and Chay keep telling him. Porsche is just going about another completely average day... Until the fucking dragon shows up in his kitchen.

Beneath Black Sails by ahdriking

Long ago, Porsche's mother had left in search of a dream, never to return. Following in her footsteps, Porsche sets sail for the West Indies, nothing but a map in his pocket and hope in his heart to make a better life for himself and his brother. And then his ship is attacked by pirates.

Running From The Daylight by ahdriking

Stuck in the forest, handcuffed together, Kinn goes into rut.

Beautiful by ahdriking

“Do you see yourself?” Kinn whispers into his ear, so intimately it makes Porsche’s hair stand on end. “Do you see how beautiful you are?” Porsche closes his eyes and turns his head away once more. “Kinn–” “No,” Kinn says, his voice firm. He turns Porsche’s face back towards his reflection, his grip on Porsche’s chin unyielding. “Look. I want you to see. I want you to see what I see.”

Happy Birthday by ahdriking

Porsche is determined to bake Kinn a cake, no matter how many botched batters and burned bases happen along the way. He isn't expecting Kinn to come home early, catching him in the middle of entertaining himself while he waits for his latest attempt to rise in the oven. One thing leads to another, and Porsche ends up back at square one, forced to start the process from scratch. Only this time, Kinn is determined to make his life as difficult as possible.

Perfect Strangers by ahdriking

Porsche meets Kinn on a commercial flight. The airplane bathroom will never be the same.

Bad Behavior by ahdriking

“Why did you do that?” Kinn’s voice was thick. Kinn's hand tightened reflexively around Porsche’s throat when he wrapped his fingers around Kinn’s wrist, quickly finding the pulse point there. It hammered under his touch, a dizzying rhythm that matched Porsche’s own. It betrayed him, betrayed them both, their bodies unable to lie to each other. Porsche met Kinn’s eyes. “You know why.”

Consequences by ahdriking

"Put your hands behind your back." Porsche swallows around the lump that's formed in his throat, eyes darting up from the floor to meet Kinn's. Kinn stands before him with his arms firmly crossed over his chest, the expression on his face carefully neutral, though the black pits of his eyes burn with an intensity that makes Porsche shift uncomfortably. "I won't repeat myself." Porsche sets his jaw, curls his hands into fists, and forces a nasty smile onto his face. "Or what?"

got me hopin' you'll save me by mirrorofprinces (and the entire KinnPorsche: The Series (La Fortissimo) series)

Porsche clears his throat. “Khun Kinn, if that’s all, can I be dismissed?” “No,” Kinn says with a slight tilt of his head. “That was some of the worst shooting I’ve ever seen. It shouldn’t take my head bodyguard six tries to hit an easy target.” He glances over at his friends. “I’ll meet you in the living room. Porsche needs a gun handling lesson.”

smoke on your skin by mirrorofprinces

There is a small, dark part of Kinn that considers pinching Porsche’s nose shut and fucking his face to completion. Instead, he reaches for the crystal whiskey glass on his desk and takes a fortifying sip. “Enough.”

didn't know that you were cold 'til you felt my fire by mirrorofprinces

“You’ve done well,” Kinn adds, and the words warm Porsche through to his bones. “I just need one more thing from you,” he says, red eyes bright and luminous. “Anything,” Porsche hears himself say. The corners of Kinn’s mouth curl up into a smile, but nothing about it feels friendly.

squeeze a little, tease a little more by mirrorofprinces

Porsche knows he’s tucked up well under the desk, theoretically completely hidden, but all it would take is an accidental noise to give him away, or for a pair of wandering eyes at the exact right angle to catch a glimpse of his socked feet. The idea doesn’t entirely put him off.

our little remedy by mirrorofprinces

Porsche hesitates. Kinn snorts, grabbing a fresh towel off the rack behind him. “You let me shoot an apple off your head, but this is too scary? Get over here. I’ll do it myself.”

Good Enough to Breed by rainbowcolored7

Now this, almost a year into their relationship, Porsche was discovering one more unexpected thing about himself thanks to none other than his infuriating and handsome boyfriend. One more thing he needed to chew on and deconstruct before he brought it up to Kinn. Because self-preservation and pride aside, this new thing couldn’t be resolved without Kinn, if it was something that could even be resolved at all. Porsche had no idea.

you've got to beg to be proud by starstrung

Kinn and Porsche have a rule. Their work may take them to dangerous places. They might have to make hard decisions, be threatening, be charming, or a deadly mixture of the two. They always come home to each other.

'Know you're a gambling man by trevorishy

Kinn and Porsche make a bet.

The King’s Tree by LuckyDragon

Kinn was seven when he woke up one morning to discover a small silver circle on the back of his left wrist.

Even If Oblivion Be the Cost, Gladly Shall I Pay by LuckyDragon

The being waits patiently for the humans to bring him what he needs. He waits for the premium opportunity, the ideal candidate. Reality ebbs and flows around him, like the waves of the ocean, and time pours out endlessly in all directions.

Assumptions about you by Sirvaria

Porsche secretly likes it when Kinn manhandles him into submission, not that he would ever admit to that.

it’s my desire that you feed, you know just what i need (you got power over me) by vincerets

the one where Porsche gets hurt and Kinn loses his mind.

when it comes to that emotion by orphan_account

Porsche is used to taking care of himself, small scrapes and bruises are nothing, a gun to his head, lightly being hit by a car, he can handle it. He doesn’t need to call Kinn over every small infraction, especially when Kinn is so busy. Kinn would disagree.

imitating your seasons by orphan_account (sequel to when it comes to that emotion)

As soon as Kinn hears the words, ‘hurt,’ and, ‘Porsche,’ together, his world stops moving, his mind becomes fire, and his hands shake with the force of violent vengeful notions. But for Porsche, his touch is only ever tender.

You can make the blue sky blush by anonymous

Porsche is staring again. He can’t help it. It’s not news, really. Porsche’s obsession with Kinn’s hands. On a steering wheel, swirling a glass of bourbon, grabbing Porsche’s waist— Still, there’s something special, he’s starting to realize, about Kinn’s hands… holding a gun.

(I will add more to this list as I continue to gain more favs!)

#kinnporsche #shut up anya #fanfic rec

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ao3wasntenough · 10 months

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ORGANIC MECHA

I wanted to cook up another au where multiple movie characters can collide. while also wanting to highlight bonds between the human and cybertronian characters. also wanting to ad a layer of respect to the order of transformer movie time line but with room for artistic lenience,

So imagine a evangelion, pacific rim-esque au where Cybertronian (Organic cyber humans) come to earth, and form connections with humans to operate and pilot mechs. Fighting the Decepticons creating monstrous living tech monsters.

wanting to capture movies and a rough timeline we have the following route

Cybertron war as usual, ejecting the allspark,

allspark lands on earth, Archibald Witwicky is exposed to it and coordinates mark his glasses, who knows what was transplanted to his mind

Autobots arrive and try to find Sam and the glasses, they discover through Sam that humans, can be mentally linked with a cybertronian minds as they fuse with mechanoids or and tech. creating a source pool of knowledge and perspective and higher prowess

After a battle which destroys most if not all Decepticons mechs, the government works to try and control autobots and Sam for military exploits. His Uncle Sparkplug works in the government and manages to be elected in developing human cybertronian base of op and mech engineering. They look into Sam using the allspark remnants to power a mech instead of a cybertronian. This goes poorly and the project is axed. deemed unprofitable and to hazardous or hard to control. Sam looses contact with autobots.

rising threats and Decepticons action causes autobot action once more. Megatron is creating monsters of destruction of cyber kaiju levels. BumbleBee meets Charlie watson and they form a bond to bring down a cyberbeast. Inspiring Optiums to reach out to Sparkplug to relaunch the pilot program.

more potential pilots or humans with potential to bond with cybertronians are sought as a meagre crew begins to form with Spike witwicky, Noah Diaz, Elena Wallace, Jack Darby, Miko Nakadai and Rafael Esquivel and more,

however, Ghosts of the past are not just gone to the wind. And mech tech is only growing. Sentinels are watching.

I have this idea of Bumblebee basically having a lineage of pilots but that's just the beta stage of idea cooking.

Im working on some illustrations but feel free if you like the idea to build off this.

#transformers #transformers bayverse #transformers rise of the beasts #transfromers prime #sam witwicky #charlie watson #noah diaz #jack darby #miko nadakai #rafael esquivel #spike witwicky #bumblebee

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tabsters · 10 months

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THE ZODIAC EXPERIMENT (TZE) MASTERPOST

aka: I'm a huge control freak so this is the masterpost for all my zodiac/constellation/space oc lore

will be updated as new posts are made!

banner made by the amazing @akysi/@sweet-star-cookie!! please check out her own zodiac lore at @starglasszodiac, she deserves a lot of love and support!!

Part #1: General background info

Part #2: Worldbuilding

Part #3: Corruption

Part #4: Ophiuchus & Cetus

Part #5: Music Symbolism

Part #6: Relationships (First half)

Part #7: Relationships (Second half)

Part #8: Color schemes

Part #9: Facts about Eclipse's henchmen (and also their wife)

Part #10: The In-Between

Part #11: Bird wives!! (Aquila, Columba, Corvus, Cygnus, Lyra)

Part #12: Planets

Part #13: Designs

Part #14: Magic

Part #15: Centaurus & Crux (idiots in love)

Part #16: Last Words

Part #17: Ages

Part #18: Redesigns

Part #19: The crimes Eclipse has committed

Part #20: Zodiacs' strengths and weaknesses

Part #21: Family Tree (outdated)

Part #22: Character designs

Part #23: Magical creatures: Demons

Part #24: Inanimate Constellations

Questions about TZE:

What does the Abyss look like?

Is the kaiju form physical or astral?

Are Ophiuchus & Cetus siblings or friends?

What does Eclipse look like?

Does Eclipse have a henchmen?

Do the Zodiacs have a council?

Leo is the God of Theater and you said Gemini and Aquarius were theater nerds, so would they perform plays for people?

Why is Eclipse trying to make gods? Is she building an army or does she just want to see what will happen?

Have the zodiacs ever been to the abyss?

Does eclipse have anything to do with the Chinese and other zodiacs too?

What inspired you to make The Zodiac Experiment?

What's the genre of The Zodiac Experiment?

Demons?

Ciara???

Funsies:

Incorrect Quotes #1

Karaoke night with the Zodiacs

Zodiacs A-Z

Q & A!

Q & A PT 2!

Clothing the Zodiacs would wear

Zodiacs & their opinions on DIY jewelry

Zodiac memes (Owl House version)

Zodiac memes (Amphibia version)

Beta designs

The Zodiacs being insane

Crimes done against Sagittarius

Pride flags using Chamaeleon

Zodiacs in a GC

Taurus causes a scandal

Ficlets:

Target Locked (Aries x Sagittarius)

Someone Like Me, crossover fic between Starglass Zodiac & The Zodiac Experiment: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21

#oc #oc lore #zodiac #zodiacs #zodiac sign #zodiac signs #zodiac oc #zodiac ocs #zodiac lore

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heckcareoxytwit · 1 year

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With the Shathra curse on the Spiders lifted, the Spiders of every alternate universes are back to normal. As the explosion occurred in the beta version of Earth-616; the Spiders are thrown into the mainstream Earth-616, resulting with New York full of raining Spiders. Meanwhile, Morlun is still alive and weakened from being stabbed by the magic dagger, he runs away to hide from his defeat. The Spiders had landed and trying to regroup when they find Shathra is now in kaiju-sized form and she's ready to attack the group. Led by Silk, the alternate-Spiders jump in to attack giant Shathra. More portals open with the Spider-themed Mechas joining in the fight and also, Miles Morales is back to normal. Anya Corazon and Julia Carpenter are discussing when another portal opens to reveal a few alternate Spiders and Professor Peter Parker who has a new weapon. Professor Peter Parker finally defeats Shathra with his new weapon, causing the giant Shathra to explode into light.

Spider-Man v4 #7, 2023

#End of Spider Verse #Madame Web #Julia Carpenter #Miles Morales #Arana #Anya Corazon #Silk #Cindy Moon #Spider UK #Zarina Zahari #Spider Man #Spiderman #Peter Parker #Morlun #Shathra #marvel #too many to tag

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kaiju-wolfdragon · 10 months

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Pov:

Betazilla is sleeping

Go close to him

>yes

>no

#my oc art #g/t #g/t art #kaiju #fnf au #fnf g/t #fnf mod #fnf minus mod #fnf fanart #fnf #betazilla #kaiju beta #beta #kaiju!beta #kaiju night funken #pov #pov rp #ya'll can rp #rp

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aberrant-winter · 10 months

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so you like Godzilla? name every kaiju

Bet

Godzilla, Anguirus, Mothra, Mothra Larva, Mothra Leo, Battra, Battra Larva, Rodan, King Ghidorah, King Caesar, Kamakuras, Ebirah, Gezora, Ganimes, Gorosaurus, Gabara, Kamoebas, Manda, Gigan, Megalon, Mechagodzilla, Titanosaurus, Dorats, Baragon, Kong, Skeleturtle, Giant Condor, Hedorah, Minilla, Godzilla Jr, Zilla, Mecha-Ghidorah, Biollante, Super Mechagodzilla, Kiryu, Megaguirus, Orga, Space Godzilla, Super Godzilla, Burning Godzilla, Destoroyah, Monster X, Kaizer Ghidorah, Godzillasaurus, Cretaceous Ghidorah, Hokmuto, Femuto, Muto Prime, Shin Godzilla, Kamata-Kun, Shinagawa-kun, Kamakura-san, Void Ghidorah, Scylla, Behemoth, Methuselah, Warbat, Skull Crawler, Kumonga, Mechagodzilla 2021, Moguera, Varan, Jet Jaguar, Jet Jauguar Beta, Radon, Krystalak, Obsidius, Desghidorah, Thermonuclear Godzilla, Bagan.

#ez #/j

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d34d-f1sh-1n-r4t-tr4p · 1 month

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Beta pokemon: omega evo line, mecha beast pokemon(normal->steel/normal)

Based on: mechagodzilla, mechas, kaijus, omega ruby(lol)

#pokemon #fakemon #beta pokemon #pokemon omega

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ericmhe · 2 months

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Every writing advice video out there: "Get other people to read your story, not just your mom."

Me, who literally can not get my own mom to read anything I've written: -silently making a face

Anyway, I have a rough draft of a short kaiju story and I'd really appreciate anyone willing to play beta reader but I don't know where to ask.

#writing problems #creative writing #kaiju

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writeintrees · 1 year

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Moon + Seraph Pitch Week

rules: likes are to be added to a tag list. feel free to reach out about being a beta reader/critique partner!

The Kaiju Preservation Society X How to Train Your Dragon

CLAWS IN THE CANOPY

Bennett’s expedition is stationed in the dangerous forests of the planet Zora. Something is destroying their equipment high up in the mammoth atlas trees, and he knows that if he solves the problem, the council will finally be proud. What he doesn’t expect is to save the life of the mystery creature, breaking the tenets of their society, and being thrown into a mission to keep the untrained Ionan Guard alive as they cross the jungle. All the while, things are getting bad with import/export holds between two of the cities, and political tensions are rising.

found family, dumbest smart people you’ll ever meet, animal companion, queer love, and a diverse cast

finishing up revisions and looking for beta readers