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adventuringblind · 3 months

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The Wolf, The Bunny, and the Muppet

Carlando X Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Carlos makes plans, Lando doesn't follow them, and punishment ensues. She's just trying to look cute, is that really so hard?

Warnings: Mildly dark Carlos, Denial, Overstimulation, Bondage, Degradation, Praise, PinV, Marking, Heavy subspace, Lando being a pain, BDSM, unprotected sex (not condoned), crying, anal with mild prep,

Notes: So... this is a thing. I fell in love with this towards the end. Dark Carlos is my new favorite thing. Hope the requester appreciates my effort because this was A LOT. Jk, kinda, but I do hope you like it!!

Side note: feeding my praise kink fuels my motivation to write. I am lacking that currently.

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It's not often Carlos makes a pre-planned effort to put a scene together. He's calculated, sure, but he can also go with whatever the situation calls for.

This weekend is different. He has something he wants to try and has made his partners aware of the plan. It's not often he gets to delve into non-sexual domination. The kind that builds up into something more.

He'd been very clear about the rules after getting them off on Thursday. Hopefully enough to satisfy them (Lando) until Sunday night where he would tear them apart and put them back together.

Lando has always been the trickier of the two. She does whatever Carlos says. Lando can but chooses not to.

Needless to say, that if Lando breaks any of the rule's things will become significantly more difficult for everyone involved. Mostly for himself, but Carlos also doesn't really want to put that much effort into doing something different.

Friday is easy. Lando isn't pent up, both are dressed in outfits he'd picked out, and haven't complained about it. Not that he's expecting it. He's not going to put them in something they aren't comfortable with.

Friday practice goes well. Enough for Carlos to have the energy to tease the pair. He leaves them wanting more, for obvious reasons. There is something so satisfying about having to people who love and trust you, begging for anything you give them. Carlos loves this feeling; addicted to it like a drug.

The climate they are racing in is warm enough that Carlos can comfortably have the female wear a dress that barely brushes the tops of her thighs. It's skimpy, and he loves it. He loves the attention she's getting and how people are gawking at her. There is a primal satisfaction deep down because he knows full well she's his.

On the other hand, he had to wrestle Lando's hoodie away from him. The risk of overheating left Carlos is a predicament. The result being a grumpy Brit who wants to die of a heat stroke but complied regardless.

He manages through qualifying fine. Knowing he's going to find his girl in the garage waiting for him. Carlos gets through media with a PR approved smile. Still eyeing Lando and the fact that he is back in his sweatshirt.

Carlos edges him for hours when they get back to the hotel. His precious girl sits right at his feet, waiting patiently for direction. Eyes glazed over at simply being made to watch and wait.

Lando is sweating horrifically. Carlos left him in the sweatshirt, making him regret his earlier misdemeanors. The Brit is slobbering on the sheets, begging for some reprieve. Carlos helps him take a cold shower when he thinks Lando has learned his lesson.

He makes the podium on Sunday. He's elated, walking on cloud nine. Satisfied with his adrenaline-fueled kisses to his lovers in a back corner before he heads to do media.

It's back in the garage when Charles starts laughing at an Instagram post. It draws Carlos' attention. He looks over to see what's on the screen, only to clench his jaw in utter disbelief.

Lando, is openly flirting with Oscar. His smug look says he knows exactly what he's doing. Of everyone, it had to be Oscar. It could've been Max for all he cared. Oscar just grates on his nerves with the way he looks at Lando.

He ends up having to stay later than expected. Lando had said he was heading back to the hotel to order dinner for them since he was done. Maybe try to make amends for his earlier stunt.

Carlos takes his girl with him. He watches her shudder as he praises her for being all weekend. Not like he expected anything different. Carlos broke her a long time ago. He's still breaking Lando.

He keys the room open, expecting to see food on the table and Lando sitting patiently. What he hears instead is Lando moaning. The sheets shifted around underneath his writhing body.

Carlos just stands and watches for a minute. Lando is clearly aware he's is but making no attempt to stop. The sounds he's letting out are exaggerated and whiny. Terribly desperate for something Carlos won't give him.

"Mmm - Oscah..."

And Carlos snaps. Any semblance of self-restraint disappears. The stoic facade he was trying to keep dissolves into a fiery anger. Red hot and boiling in his stomach.

Carlos storms over to Lando and flips him without any difficulty. He pins him with one hand and undoes his belt with the other. "What a fucking brat. You can't be a slut for one second can you?"

Lando is whining underneath him. It's a pathetic noise, and Carlos soaks up every bit of it. "Desperate little thing." He wraps Lando's wrists in his bet and tightens it. The Brit lay bare and vulnerable at the mercy of Carlos' decisions.

Carlos spares a glance at the female. She has stripped her own clothes and is kneeling by the bed. He wants to drown in the sight and ravish her until neither of them can breathe. "Must you ruin my plans, Landito?"

"Just wanted to feel you."

"Yeah, you're going to feel me for weeks after I'm done with you."

Carlos motions for the girls to come to him on the bed. She crawls to him, big eyes clouded with want. "You're so perfect, amour. I'm going to reward you for being so good this weekend. Lando will watch and take notes."

Lando whines as Carlos rolls him onto his back. Rough and calloused fingers grip at Lando's hips. They tease the sensitive areas where Lando needs him most. Cock achingly hard and dripping.

"Stay put and I might let you cum tonight."

Carlos moves closer to the angelic female, looking at him like he is the only thing in the world. He strips off his own clothes and pulls her body closer to his. The skin on skin alone has her eyes rolling back.

He pushes her head lower. Her mouth opens to receive his cock with no hesitation. She wraps her lips around him with such skill that Carlos can only get lost in it. Hand buried in her hair if only to worship her. There is no need to guide or hold as he bucks his hips up and hits the back of her throat.

It's impossible for him not to take advantage of her mouth. It is harder to stay away from the edge of ecstasy. But he manages, he pulls her off him and slams his lips onto hers.

His fingers slips into her cunt with ease. Wet from the weekend of waiting. The anticipation of feeling him finally comes to fruition.

"Sir, please - I need you." The brg falls from her lips like it's her first language. All she knows is him; drowning in the way his fingers rub against her g-spot. "Need to be filled by you."

Carlos can't deny the girl anything. He burries himself in her. Eye's burning holes into Lando's as he snaps his hips at a relentless pace. "How does it feel knowing this could've been you?"

Lando whines and pouts, hips bucking towards the spainard to find the friction he needs. Carlos grants him nothing but a handprint on his ass. Tears spring into his eyes at the sting. It grants Carlos a sick kind of satisfaction.

His girl pants his name. Her tongue sticks out of her mouth in search of him. The only satisfaction she gains is from being good for Carlos.

He feels her tighten around him, alerting him that she's on the edge. "Wait for me, I'm almost there." He whispers against her skin. She scratches at his back as he picks up the pace. Her own way of claiming him, it sends Carlos' head spinning.

She's begging for it but waiting so patiently. The control he has over her is intoxicating. He could keep her like this forever, but she's been good and deserves a reward.

"Cum for me, you've been so good princessa." She tightens around him, walls refusing to let up. Her body jolts in the pleasurable waves of dopamine and serotonin.

Carlos finishes with a few sloppy thrusts, painting the inside of her white. The only thing left is their heavy breathes as they bask in the high.

Carlos praises her as he pulls out. She whines at the loss of him, so he places a hand on her hip to ensure she knows he's present while in a vulnerable headspace. It's endearing how she needs him.

"See that Lando? Do you think you can be good? Can you listen to my words like the good boy I know you are?"

Lando is sobbing. Putty in the hands of Carlos. Broken and beautiful. Just the way he should be.

Carlos takes pity on him. Places Lando in-between the girls' legs. He waits, unmoving inside of his perfect girl.

He drips lube all over his fingers and takes care in opening up the Brit, but leaves him right enough to ensure a bit if a sting still.

Lando is keening. He's trying so hard not to move; to be good for Carlos.

Carlos takes his time sinking into the Brit. Each movement sends him further into the warmth of his Carlos' perfect girl. Lando is sobbing now, begging for anything Carlos is willing to give.

Carlos finally gives in. He show the two of them to mercy. Teeth clamping onto Lando's neck to mark him and fingers pinching the girls nipples causing her to shreik.

Perfect for him.

His.

All his.

Carlos fucks them into overstimulation. He's relentless and refuses to let the moment go to waste. Not when they are sobbing in pure ecstacy.

They chant his name, and he feeds off it. He could live in this place. Only hearing them worship him for the rest of his life.

Finally, he slows. He pulls out gently and whispers words of encouragement and praise. He kisses up and down their bodies and worships them because they are completely his.

He cleans them up with gentle hands, let's them know how much he loves and adores them.

Carlos cuddles them to sleep. The feeling of their hearts beating on either side of him only sends him further into the chasm of adoration for the two.

Hearts that are beating with his in tadem.

Hearts that beat for him.

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klausysworld · 11 months

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Can you write human!witch!reader and yandere! Klaus and hes in his rut or breeding season , also where reader is Gothic but kinda shy so when she is horny, Klaus can smell it, but she loves his wolf form, so he reads her mind and decides to ask her about it, and because of that he ends up knotting her multiple times in one night.

(For those of you who couldn’t tell from the ask THIS WILL CONTAIN WOLF SMUT so like go away if it’ll make you uncomfortable. Okay love you, enjoy ;))

Ruining her

Klaus ran his hands down his lovers arms gently as she leant back against his chest. His nose brushed over the side of her neck as his lips pressed soft kisses as he moved along to her shoulder and back.

His fangs and canines elongated in his mouth and his arms circled round her to press her ass against his hard on. Her skirt was so tiny he could see her plump ass perfectly, only her fishnet tights giving her the bear minimum coverage and her thing not helping at all.

His cock was so fucking desperate to be buried deep inside her, he could feel himself throbbing under his jeans as she bent forward to grab a chip from the bowl on the table in-front of them.

He moved forward with her and pressed his lips to her back, he kissed up her spine slowly while listening to her heart patter away in her chest. Her cropped jumper was easy to push up as his hands slid up her torso to squeeze her generously filled bra cups. His crotch ground against her behind as his forehead rest against her back.

He could hear her breathing getting heavier as he knew his was too. Her arousal flooded his senses as he basically humped her like a horny dog wolf. Within seconds he had her pressed right against the couch cushions while rubbing all up on her with his face in the back of her neck.

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Klaus was never ready for the full hit of his rut. He always underestimated just how powerful it was and how hungry he got for her.

He would sell his soul to have her on all fours, bent right down for him to mount her. He just wanted to fuck her until she was so worn out she couldn’t function. He wanted to knot her until she already looked pregnant with his babies.

But really he wanted to have her in a way he wasn’t sure he was allowed to.

He could still remember the first time he showed her his wolf form, how astonished she was by how huge he was. He knew he was many times the size of just any only wolf, and he loved how he could peer down at her like she were his prey.

Having her soft hands reach up to touch his face and run her fingers over his dagger like teeth. Seeing how her lips parted in amazement and her eyes search his frame. The breathless whisper of his name she gave as though she weren’t sure it was him, as if she hadn’t watched him turn just moments ago.

What he hadn’t exactly expected was the addictive scent of her desire for him.

But once he caught it, he couldn’t help but test just how much she liked him like that. So turning became a more regular occurrence for him, loving how she would curl up so his body could trap her in. He would listen to her shallow breaths as dirty little things filled her head. He would lick the area between her neck and shoulder and watch as she bit down on her lower lip to quieten herself.

It only made his rut that much harder to contain when the recurring dream of having her absolutely destroyed with his claws tearing their bed to shreds and the power of his thrusts nearly knocking her out. And what made his obsession with it fall over the edge was knowing that she wanted it too. Even if she wouldn’t admit it yet, he always knew what she needed and he would always provide.

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Klaus couldn’t help the way his nails formed claws and sunk into her shoulders, he could feel his need for her rising by the second.

“I need to have you” he whispered lowly to her and she nodded

“You do have me” she told him while arching her back to present her ass all the more better for him.

“I need you.” He whispered again while breaking the skin of her shoulders making her let out a high moan.

“Then have me” she breathed

“Love…” he murmured, still grinding up against her “I need you in so many ways”

“You can do whatever you like Klaus, I’ll always help your rut, let you finish inside me again if you like?” She offered while looking over her shoulder to him.

“Oh I will sweetheart, I’m gonna fill you up till you’re drunk on my cum” his voice was deep and gravely as he spoke, his eyes near obsidian as he looked to hers. Her arousal multiplied as she looked at his expression and she couldn’t help but imagine how he would look with his jet black fur to match them.

“Klaus…” she mumbled as she slowly pushed herself up and him off of her making a growl vibrate through his chest. Her face was flushed red and he knew exactly where her thoughts had gone. His hand grabbed hers as she went to push herself up from the sofa. He pulled her back to him and brought her palm to his jeans, pressing it against his hard on making her breathing stutter and her brows pull together.

“I know what you want” he whispered “I want to as well” he felt her fingers curve to squeeze his balls lightly through his clothes “you’re gonna be such a good girl” he muttered “just take your little outfit off and go get ready for me in our room okay?” His eyes remained on hers seeing the nervousness and excitement rise in her. “Can you do that my love? Are you ready for that?”

She nodded with that same dumbstruck expression on her pretty face as he stroked her cheek and kissed her lips gently. “I’ll be right up alright?” She nodded again and one side of her mouth curled up as he leant forward to brush his lips over her ear “I’m going to ruin you sweetheart”

The second he stood up away from her she let out a breath she hand realised she was holding before reality hit her and she ran up to their bedroom.

Her clothes were off in the matter of seconds and she was checking herself in the mirror. Claw marks already in her shoulder and her pussy pulsing while her wetness spread to her thighs and sticking them together. She wiped her inner thighs a little before pulling the duvet off of the bed and onto the leather couch that wait against the wall.

She sat on her knees against the bed sheets on top the mattress, her heart was pounding and her teeth held to lower lip up as she began to doubt herself.

Though her thoughts were cut short when the sound of his heavy paws approached the door.

She sucked in a breath as he walked in. She could never get over how magnificent he looked. The pure strength his body must hold was extraordinary and her lips always parted in disbelief at the sight.

His tail wagged low to the ground and he kicked the door shut and steps onto the bed, the mattress sinking under him. He made sure to be slow as he got closer to make sure she was definitely up for it.

He could hear her swallow thickly through her nerves as he towered over her even as he sat before her. Her eyes dragged down his front to his growing pink dick that stood gaining every ounce of her attention. Her mouth watered significantly at the sheer thickness of it as it just kept getting bigger before her.

He let out a rumble to try tear her attention away but her focus was locked in. He bent his neck brown to lick over the wounds on her shoulder making her shudder and lean her head against his chest and stare down at his cock which she assumed, and hoped for her sake that was fully erect and would had finished growing.

“Oh my god” she whispered and although she wasn’t looking at him, a smirk pulled at his face and his paw moved up to push her down.

She went down without any hesitation, her hot breath ghosting his tip making him growl lowly in anticipation. Her tongue gave a tentative lick before a breathy moan left her lips at the taste and her lips were wrapped around it within a second.

His claws scratched lightly at her skin as she sucked hungrily at him, her tongue darted out to rub at his slit. She was too entranced to feel the pain of her mouth being stretched as he somehow got even larger in both thickness and length while in her mouth. His eyes shut as she swallowed around him and pushed herself further down his dick.

His paw curled down to hold the back of her head, forcing himself deeper into her throat and loving how she choked on him. He ached in her soft little mouth as his hips thrust upward making her gag and cough around him but ultimately giving no attempt to pull off him. He looked down to see her eyes nearly in the back of her head as she guzzled him like whore.

He licked his lips as he brought his other paw to hold her down, shoving nearly all of him down her throat had her face nearly purple without oxygen. Begrudgingly he let her pull back for air, though she was soon back on him and sucking him down.

His tail batted against the bed seeing her so hungry for him. He breathed in deeply, a wave of her slick hitting him in full force.

He felt the growing desire to himself inside her. To have her mewling and whining like a desperate slut. After another blissful moment of her mouth before pushing her back onto the mattress, much to her dismay apparently as she whined and tried her hardest to sit up and suck him off some more.

He would have laughed if he could but for now he needed to have her. She was so fucking desperate for him, he would never turn back if this was how she behaved.

Her eyes trailed back up his frame as she gave in and laid still beneath him. He was so big, in every aspect, she didn’t want to be in control. She wanted him to do anything he wanted with her, and if he wanted her to lay down then she would.

He hummed in approval at her quick turn of submission, seeing that glossy effect over eyes as she gazed up at him like he were the most beautiful thing to ever exist. He pulled his paw down her front leisurely, his claws lightly pressing down against her skin creating a pleasant sting and light pink lines down her chest and abdomen.

His tongue shortly follows the marks, licking up from her hip to her neck. His eyes stayed on hers, pupils dilated as she watched his long tongue dance over her body.

“Klaus…” she whispered with a breath.

He growled softly as he lowered himself down so his chest hover just over hers, his fur brushing against her as they breathed in sync. Her hands rose to stroke his face gently, her eyes glancing to his lips with a hint of hesitation. His tail swayed lightly through the air as he licked her cheek and then her jaw, his sharp teeth gently nibbling the sensitive skin of her neck to make her whimper and have her hands in his fur.

He could hear the pulse in her cunt as she tugged at his coat. He nipped his way down to her belly listening to her sounds grow needier and her hands get rougher.

“Please Klaus, please” she whispered in a chant, the plea rolled of her tongue with ease and her eyes held so much need in them he could only laugh in his head as he moved a little lower. Her legs opened without a second thought and her hands were pulling at him desperately, whispered begs repeatedly given to him.

He pressed his muzzle to her soft tight pussy, listening to her gasp and letting his tongue slither out to taste her. “Oh dear god” she whispered as he licked over her folds and clit at a slow, dragged out pace. He had imagined this moment in his head a hundred times over but never had he realised how much stronger she would taste. His senses were his greatest privilege and he took advantage of it as much as possible. He had already felt how much more sensitive he was to her wet hot mouth, then how strong her arousal was and now this? He couldn’t wait to get her on all fours.

The more he thought about it, the more effort he was subconsciously putting into his work. He had been in a daze while he passionately buried his snout in her cunt. Only when her loud cry filled his head did he realise how furiously he was lapping at her. Her chest was pushed up and her nails were dug right into the scruff of his neck.

He gave a few more licks before pulling back. Her legs went limp either side of his head as she let her ragged breathing try to even out. Not that she had much a change before he was pushing her up. His teeth grabbing onto her arm to pull her up making her whimper and sit up.

A deep bark left his throat as he rounded her, getting behind her to give her a hint which she got and looked at him nervously. He nodded his head to her in encouragement and urged her onto her knees.

“Oh..kay…” she whispered moving into his desired position “is..is this…?” She began but let out a squeak as she felt his claws in her hips, pulling her back to him and propping her ass up better. A portion of his weight was against her as he brought himself on top of her, his back legs holding himself up enough so she didn’t feel heavier than she was. He growled to himself as he shuffled against her to slip himself between her legs.

He looked down to see try see what he was doing but only found himself that much more desperate seeing her dripping little pussy shining back at him as she spread her arms out and lay her head and chest against the mattress. He could see and feel his dick growing more eager as her hand moved between them to help guide him inside her.

The loud moan she let out was euphoric to hear, almost as magical as the feeling of his fat cock being shoved inside her.

“Oh god, oh god” she whimpered, her tiny tight hole was barely fitting his tip inside her let alone any more of him. He was stuffing her full of him, inch by inch, his ears twitching at the straight up pornographic sounds she was producing.

He bucked his hips up to sheath himself deeper inside her, the cry she gave was only encouragement. His mind was spinning at the situation they were in. Her plushy walls held onto him so deliciously he was panting beyond relief, his tongue out of his mouth as he got a good grip on her before thrusting his hips at a bruising pace.

She gave no effort to quieten herself as she cried out for more and more. No dreams would ever amount to the real thing, it was like he was on every inch of her body. His hips rutted to hers in a frenzy, the intensity of the breeding season smacking him in the face full force.

He could feel himself swelling at the base of his cock, his knot forming making him let out deep grunts as his claws tore at the sheets beneath them and then at her shoulders, her hips, her back. And she relished in ever pain filled tear of her skin, the adrenaline flowing through her body as she strained as far as she would ever be able to so he could force his knot inside her.

“Oh fucking hell Klaus” she yelled as it swelled inside her. He fucked it in and out her several more times to hear her cry and moan until he found himself unable to pull out and spilling all inside her, not that their was anymore space to fill. Her eyes rolled back as it overflowed out of her and his dick continue to throb inside her. Thinking wasn’t something she could even want to do as she was overcome with the need to please him, to be bred my him and hold his pups.

A full two minute of them both remaining still as he pumped his load into her until she felt heavy with him cum, he was able to get out of her only to have not softened at all.

He backed off of her to see her covered in their mess, he wasn’t sure when she had orgasmed but by the scent and looks of it, it was more than once.

He bent his head down to lick a long swipe up her soaked cunt, savouring the flavour of them both box together as she moaned hoarsely and her body rocked to meet his luscious long tongue. He moved his way from the hood of her clit to the top of her ass, rubbing and rolling his tongue at every opportunity until she was releasing even more for him to eat up.

He only stopped when she crawled away from his mouth and knelt up in-front on him on unstable legs. Sweat covering her forming a desirable glow to outline her body as she grabbed a hairband from the dresser and tied her messed up hair back.

She looked back to him with her lips still parted in heavy pants as she pressed her lips to his, the hesitation completely gone from either of them as she moan around his tongue and her hands pulled at his fur so hard he stumbled on top of her. Her back hit the mattress and her back stuck to the sheets but neither of them could care less.

It wasn’t long at all before her legs were clinging to his waist while his solid dick shoved back inside her. Somewhat easier this time but still with struggle.

She pulled away from his face and squeezed her eyes shut. Klaus felt like he had died and gone to heaven. Seeing her face scrunch up and twist on all versions of pleasure and pain had him bucking into her once again making her moan out and grab onto him

“Mm Klaus just- oh shit- just get it all in” she whined and he did just that, getting as much as he could inside her before rocking just a few inches back and forth to keep as much of him clasped inside her as possible. His body was boiling against hers as they shook the bed with each movement, his breath hit her neck repeatedly making her head tilt back for his teeth to nip and bite at the skin.

He groaned loudly as he pounded into her again and again, he pulled his head away from her neck too look down at her. Poor thing was barely breathing as she hid her face in his fluffy chest and huffed his scent like a drug addict.

He lowed down so his forearms were either side of her head while her hips thrust up and his rocked to meet each other’s at a mind blowing speed. The bed creaked and if Klaus were honest, he aimed to break it just through force of it smacking against the wall.

He could feel how her walls quivered around his dick as he continuously stroked his tip along her cervix until it was bruised and tears flew down her face in a balance of bliss and suffering.

“I love you Klaus” she whispered and that snapped him, he was fucking in and out of her as though his life depended on it.

He was so glad nobody was home, he can only image how this could look. This was something he would keep special for her and only her, he trusted her and he loved her in ways he wasn’t aware he could. And he knew she trusted him just as much if not more, so much that she let him, wanted him to do this to her. To basically treat her like a doll while she screamed and cried for him to breed her.

And just that he would do. Stuff her full of his children and look after her while she carries them. The amount of dreams he’s had of her with her belly all swollen while he stroked her hair and feels their baby kick.

Every thought and possibility filled his mind as he locked inside her again and flooded her with his knot. The loud screams of his name were enough for him to know just how much she needed this too.

Once pulled out he allowed her a moment to breathe, his mouth gently cleaning her up before he pulled the pillow under her head to give her some support. He could sense her aching pain and bruised insides and as much as he wished he could say he felt awful, he just wanted to fuck her until she passed out and he had to stop.

“Klaus” she rasped, her hands pulling him to her “you know I love you” she murmured while kissing his head “and I’m gonna let you do anything you desire until my body can’t take it anymore”

He gave a soft growl of approval and nuzzled the side of her face. “Anything at all” she whispered looking him in the eye and he knew that the night was truly beginning…

(It’s not like overly descriptive mainly because I just wasn’t sure on it yet?? I don’t know like I do like it more than I thought I would and will definitely write something similar/better in the future. If you have some suggestions hit me, it’s a new area for me at the minute so hopefully it’s still working for yah ;) but yeah, love you all lots)

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dameare · 9 months

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Better Than Morphine | Oneshot

Word count: 1,596

Summary: “I don’t think I’m the dumbass here.” He finally says. “If anything, you are the dumbass for almost getting yourself killed out there.”

Notes: This one doesn't make sense. It's sooo self-indulgent, please don't bring this up EVER. If you know me, it's all a lie and you actually don't. I had the clever idea of writing this because of That One Twilight Frame where Jacob was all sweaty and weak and aww-able and all I wanted to do was hug him!! Like God, IT SHOULD'VE BEEN ME!!! I SHOULD'VE BEEN THERE!!!

Anyway, as to not embarrass myself even further...

"Y/N?"

She flinches and looks at Billy, who only gives her a nod of encouragement. She feels a tinge of hesitation deep in her bones, prickling at the skin right above it, but she pushes the door open anyway.

She isn't really expecting anything. She's known Jacob her entire life, of course. She's seen him at his excruciatingly worst, and his timeless best.

But really, Jacob has never really failed to surprise her either. Not even once. And she's still very much surprised to see Jacob on the bed even though she'd already expected to see him there.

This time however, she isn't particularly pleased. Jacob's here, lying on his back with almost his entire left shoulder wrapped in a long strip of bandage, trailing towards his abdomen, where it looks like it had been to hell and back. His face is calm, and he doesn't say anything, but somehow she's sure that under that stern coolness - under where no-one else is allowed to unravel but her - he's in pain. And pain that, no matter how hard he tries to hide, still manifests through his locked jaw and his otherwise beautiful russet skin that's now dotted with grime and sweat. His eyes look sunken, and they seem to have forgotten the deep intensity they once held. He's not very good at hiding his pain, she notices, but she's glad that's the case.

It takes everything in her not to look away. Perhaps she'd been too stupid to think that he wouldn't actually follow her, and even more stupid to think that she wasn't in any kind of danger especially after the incident in Alaska.

The dark, empty hallway. The vampire's crimson eyes glistening with murderous intent. His razor sharp fangs that were only inches away from burrowing itself into the pale skin of her neck. Then, Jacob in his wolf form, springing out of the blue with animalistic rage, rapidly wedging himself in between the cold one and Y/N...

She winces at the remembered feeling. But as hard as it is to look at him or think about how it's entirely her fault that he's hurting, her only place of solace is still him, and she's glad he's okay.

"Hey there, dumbass," Y/N mutters sheepishly.

Jacob doesn't say anything at first. He kinda just stares at her for a long moment, the silence hanging over the room like a promise long maintained. Then he sort of smiles that smug smile of his, and Y/N doesn't know whether or not to feel happy.

"I don't think I'm the dumbass here." He finally says. "If anything, you're the dumbass for almost getting yourself killed out there."

"I know, I know," she sighs, coming over to the bed and sitting on the empty spot next to him. She's probably never going to hear the end of this; in fact, this is definitely going to be at the top of the list of Stupid Things Y/N Has Done that Jacob can bring up during arguments. "I'm really sorry, Jake."

He waves his right hand, allowing it. "I know you are."

"But still, you shouldn't have followed me. I mean, I told you not to follow me, didn't I?" She reminds him. "Now you're hurt. You're hurt because of me."

"I am. It hurts so much," Jacob says. "But you know what would hurt more?" he covers her hand with his. It's rough, but warm regardless, and familiar. For a split second, his smug smile disappears and his eyes darken. "That if I had spared even a single moment second-guessing my decision... that if I hadn't followed you, I would've spent my entire life full of regrets because I could've done something. And you know what? I'm fucking glad I got hurt, if that means I get to spend more time with you."

Y/N laughs at the sappiness, or she tries to, only for it to devolve into an uncharacteristic fit of tears (God she hates it whenever that happens), and Jacob just reassuringly squeezes her hand through it, his eyes warming up with concern.

"Hey, hey," Jacob says hurriedly. "It's okay, it's not like I'm dying or anything. Besides, I don't blame you completely-"

"It's not that, Jake," she says. "It's just... I just really love you, you know?"

He looks at her face and doesn't say anything, and Y/N briefly wonders if it's the right thing to say after all, or maybe he just doesn't feel the same way anymore after she so cleverly left Forks without saying anything. But then he smiles mockingly, and all her worries suddenly ease up. "Of course I love you too, Y/N. If I didn't, do you think I would've done what I did?"

"I guess not," she smiles sadly, and instinctively tries to unlatch her hand from his so that she could wipe her tears, but her efforts are made futile when he pulls her instead. "Jacob-" she starts, but it only takes one shush from him for Y/N to quickly oblige.

There's a long silence. How long - she has no way to tell. Not with Jacob staring at her like that, no. He brings a hand up to her face and wipes the tears away with his warm thumb, then holds her face by the chin like he always does when he wants her attention all to himself, or when he wants to drive her crazy. "My little moon," he says softly, and she holds her breath, trying to hide the stupid fluttery feeling in her chest. God, she's so full of longing, he has no idea. In a daze, and perhaps against better judgment, she shuffles a few inches closer. His face is so close, she could feel his hot breath against her face...

What happens next is a simple mistake, in Y/N's defense. She didn't mean for her eyes to dart dreamily towards his lips, but they did, to her horrible realisation, and he saw, because now his lips are turned up into a cocky half-smile. "Hey, I'm afraid we don't want any more accidents," he teases.

"Yeah?" She challenges, and something washes over her - maybe it's the yearning, the nights she'd uselessly spent alone in Alaska wishing he was there to warm her up; or maybe it's the elation at finally touching the bareness of his skin, slick with sweat - at finally being able to see and talk to him and not the imagined Jacob of her fantasies back in Alaska. He's there, actually there, and she feels dumb for having such a late reaction but God, she's just so happy and so so close to his face that his warm breath is mixing with hers and, what is there to lose?

So she kisses him; at first he doesn't move at all. She's not even sure he's breathing, but her head's swimming and she could almost cry from the longing that she doesn't think to stop. Y/N shoves a hand through his hair, stopping only to cup the back of his head while the other brushes ever so softly over the rise of his cheekbone. Her breath hitches in her throat when his lips press back into the kiss, burning her. She sighs, weak, and Jacob takes this opportunity to open her mouth with his tongue. He tastes sweet, she thinks, and his tongue is slick and hot and she doesn't want it to stop ever, not when she feels like she's on top of the world, and certainly not when she's still aching for him.

Then, whatever washed over her somehow stops and her senses come crawling back. Y/N pulls back suddenly, stares at Jacob for one harrowing second. He stares back, smirking, dazed and amused.

"I – um," Y/N brushes a finger over her lips. "I didn't mean to."

"Y/N, God," Jacob says, his breath ragged. "You have no idea how much I've been waiting for that." And then he dives back in, to her pleasant surprise, and mutters her name like a sacred prayer. It's gentler this time, like she's too precious and he's too afraid to hurt her; he takes little breaks - too little, in fact, for it to even count as a break - where he just gently pecks at her lips, until her lower lip catches in his and he takes his chance to nibble at it softly. Then he's kissing her properly again, and she hums, relieved, eyes closing and hand rubbing the back of his head.

Her lips are red and throbbing by the time they pause and, with fatigue oddly catching up, she curls up to him for warmth. She doesn't mind that he's sweaty, that's the least of her worries, and that didn't even occur to her because she's too busy catching her breath. "Did I hurt you?" She asks softly, if not a little broken.

Jacob chuckles and gives her head a brief kiss. "Sweetheart, I'd take this over morphine, trust me."

She laughs a bit, and she listens to his chest calm down, moving up and down slowly; she does this for what feels like an eternity before everything dims down and she falls asleep.

"Sleep tight, my little moon."

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second-axis-point · 1 year

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Hello, hope you're having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request a

Joel Miller x Male werewolf reader: reader lives beyond any of the safe zones seeing are zombies are the least of his concerns, more afraid of human and what they would do to him. Cage him? Experiment on him? Specially if they knew he was amun to the virus! Maybe skin him for his fur to make winter clothes specially if the knew he could regenerate! Human greed a terrifying thing.

Reader saves Joel from a group of Zombies in his werewolf form before running off afraid of Joel. This big scary werewolf afraid of tiny human! Maybe they meet again only reader is in his human form? Maybe they've come across eachother before in human form? Maybe Joel has seen the werewolf but at a distance never so close that if he reached out he could touch it? (Kinda beauty and the beast trope?)

Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: Mention of blood an injury

Content: Werewolf!Reader, Gentle!Joel

Absolutely LOVED writing this, it was such a cool concept. Thanks for the request!! 💚

Wolf In Disguise

You had just escaped the FEDRA cells. They had locked you up, preparing to experiment on you. You had lost control and ripped your way out. You killed quite a few people on the way out. You didn’t mean to, really. You ran as far away from that god forsaken place as your legs would possibly carry you. After your third night of trotting through the forest, you found a good spot to rest. You were tired and ready to sleep for at least a month. You closed your eyes but didn’t keep them closed for long. You heard someone struggling just over the hill. You wondered if FEDRA had found you for a moment but decided to check it out anyway.

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Joel was trudging through the forest, a sour expression on his face. The trade went wrong and he was left with nothing. He was too distracted to notice the pack of runners that was heading straight for him. He realised too late. One of them charged him, knocking him off his feet and scratching at his face. This was it. He was done for. He fought as hard as he could before he heard heavy footsteps nearing. He thought it was someone coming to help but they sounded…off. They were moving too quickly. He didn’t have time to think about it before a huge shadow of a creature knocked the runner off his chest. He took a deep breath in before propping himself up carefully.

Joel looked over at the shadow as it ripped the runners apart right in front of him. He thought it was going to come after him next but instead it stood still as it looked down at him. He studied for a moment. It looked like a giant wolf with soft-looking black, grey, and blondish fur. It had gnarly sharp teeth and bright amber eyes. It looked as if it was cowering away from him. Joel fully stood up, looking at the creature. He put his hand out for some reason, retracting it when the wolf creature jumped back. He saw a small gash on the right hind leg of the creature.

“It’s okay, big guy. Take it easy. I ain’t gonna hurt you.”

Joel said in a soft voice, trying to calm the creature. He didn’t know why, but he felt as if he'd seen this creature before. He took a step closer and put his hand out again. The creature flattens its ears and takes a step back, squinting its eyes. Joel stilled.

“It's okay. It’s okay.”

Joel says softly once again. He waits to see if the creature will walk up to him. He feels a tickle in his nose and barely has time to stifle the sneeze that shoots out of him. The creature jumps and flees quickly. Joel barely saw as it disappeared over the hill. He sighed before looking down at the mauled runners around him. He noticed a trail that the beast left in the mud. He really should be getting back to the QZ but the things that just went down made him want to seek out the creature.

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You run as fast as you can, not wanting the rugged man to recognise you. You don’t know if he was FEDRA or not but you didn’t want to stay and find out. You ran until you felt your legs start to ache. You sat up against a tree, taking a breath. You finally allowed yourself to rest for a while. You sat there for a few minutes. You wanted to get up and keep moving but you didn’t have anywhere to go. You look down at your aching leg, noticing that there was a large gash in your calf. You swore quietly. It would be gone in a few hours but it still stung pretty bad. You looked back in the direction you came in and saw a small trail of blood. You hoped that the man that you saved didn’t follow it, being too tired to keep moving. You closed your eyes and rested your head back against the tree trunk. You fell asleep quickly.

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Joel followed the trail that the creature left. He knew he’d probably never find it again but he was curious enough to keep going. He continued until the mud trail turned to blood. He started to feel a pang of worry. Maybe the creature had been hurt. He was too preoccupied with his thoughts to notice that the trail had ended right in front of him. He looked down to see a familiar man sleeping against a tree. He had a large gash on his right leg. The gears in Joel’s brain started to turn. Was this man the creature he just saw? He leaned down to inspect the injury quietly. It wasn’t a bite. That calmed Joel down a slight bit. At least the man wasn’t infected. Joel reached up to gently shake the man’s shoulder.

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Your eyes snapped open. You jumped back in fear, feeling a warm hand clasp around your shoulder. You prepared to run. You looked at the perpetrator. You saw the rugged man that you had saved a few hours ago looking up at you with a worried expression.

“It’s alright, partner. I’m not gonna hurt you. Are you alright?”

You stay quiet for a moment, wondering why this man was being so nice. He had followed a trail that had to be at least two miles long just to check if you were okay. You looked at him, confused.

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

You say, hiding your injury slightly.

“Who are you? Why did you follow me?”

You ask. Your voice was raw and cracked. You hadn’t had water in at least a few days.

“My name is Joel. I followed you cause you saved my sorry ass from that pack of runners a while ago.”

You froze. He knew you were the wolf.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Joel.”

You tried to lie.

“You have the same mark on your leg. I’m not here to hurt you, you don’t gotta lie.”

You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding.

“You gonna take me back to FEDRA?”

You ask, suspicious of the man in front of you.

“FEDRA? They captured you?”

He looked confused.

“Of course they did. I wouldn’t do that. I don’t work with those assholes anymore.”

He replied. He took his pack off and reached in, causing you to jump back. He slowly took out a bottle of water before tossing it to you.

“Sounds like you haven't had any water for a while.”

Joel sits down on the ground, offering a truce. You cautiously sit down a few feet away from him and drink the water. He tosses you half a sandwich but it lands a foot short. You wait a moment before snatching it off the ground and unwrapping it. You ate it quickly and brushed off your hands. Joel quietly asked you a few questions about yourself, leaving the wolf part out. You answered truthfully before looking up at him.

“So are you going to sit over there and pretend not to be curious about the wolf thing?”

You ask, trying to keep the mood light. Joel stifles a laugh before nodding.

“I didn’t know if it was a touchy topic or not.”

He admitted. He carefully asked a few questions about the wolf thing and you once again answered honestly. He went quiet for a moment before looking over at you.

“Is there any way you could safely show me?”

You barely knew this man. You shouldn’t feel as comfortable as you do around him. But you took a moment to think before nodding your head. You turn, just as you had easily done thousands of times. You look at him with those ember eyes before sitting down and curling your tail around your injured leg. You watched as Joel carefully got up, his hand held out cautiously. You sit and wait for him to approach you. He carefully reached out and put his hand on your snout. He smiled brightly as you leaned up to sniff his hand. He put his palm flat on the top of your head, scratching at your ears lightly.

“Jeez, you’re like a big dog, aren’t you.”

His smile widened as you bumped your head against his hand. You watched patiently as he slowly walked all the way around you, admiring your sleek features. He took a seat in front of you and leaned to look at your injured leg.

“That doesn't look too good. There any way you’d let me patch that up for you?”

You thought for a moment before getting up and trotting closer. You sat back down in front of him and showed your wound. He smiled and reached into his pack again, pulling out bandages. He wrapped your leg tightly and sat back.

“Hopefully that’ll hold.”

He said before standing.

“I should probably be going. It was good to meet you.”

He started walking before he stopped and turned.

“And, uh. Thanks for saving me.”

He said before turning and walking away. You got up and watched as he walked. You felt sort of lonely now. He was the only kind person you had met in a long time and now he was leaving. He must have felt your eyes on him because he turned his head. He looked around before sighing heavily. He patted his leg and whistled.

“Here boy.”

You happily ran after him, trotting by his side as the two of you continued down the road.

“So is it easier to be like this or…? It seems like you're happier like this.”

He asked before looking down at you. You walk happily by his side, showing him that it was easier and you were happier as you were. Joel talked to you as the two of you walked, telling you about himself. You continued to trot next to him as you listened. You were happy that you finally found someone to be yourself with.

(I’d be happy to write a part two if anyone asks 😉)

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x male reader #joel miller x you #i love joel miller #male reader #male reader insert #reader insert #x male reader #x reader #tlou #tlou hbo #tlou show #tlou series #request #requests #pedro pascal #i love pedro pascal

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bee-barnes-author · 1 month

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WIP Questionnaire

Tagged by @tabswrites

Gently tagging: @amandacanwrite @coffeewritesfiction @ellierenae @johnna-oneal-trash-writer @leahkentwriter @milkhoney531 @pheita @pb-dot @sirensatyr @theamazinggrayson @tombstuck @violeaes @vivrune and an open tag. Blank questions below the cut!

For 'THE BEAST IN THE GLASS HOUSE':

1. What is the first part of your WIP that you created?

The outline. I was at a client's house, dog siting for a week, and I just finished reading ROSEMARY'S BABY by Ira Levin. I put down the book, and thought about the gaslighting aspect of the novel, and how scary that is. Then TBITGH appeared in my brain, whole and grown like Athena herself.

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

Idk about the song, but the direction would be very much like the intro from the first season of the sopranos. Probably it'd be the drive from Damon's office, to Freya's apartment, then to her work. It'd end on Damon putting sunglasses and a mask on.

3. What are your favorite characters that you made? Why?

I hate Damon. He's such a loser so I don't count him as a character LMAO. My favs will have to be Freya or JJ. My love for Freya is hard to explain without spoiling the book lol. To be vague, it's her character arc. For JJ, I love how he ends up and how he develops as a character. Again, can't say much without spoiling.

4. What other pieces of media do you think your fan base would share?

This q kinda confuses me? Like what other shows/books would ppl like if they like my work? Well, my book is for fans of stalker horror (such as YOU by Caroline Kepnes and MISERY by Stephen King). If you're looking for the inspiration of the male love interest, check out THE VAMPIRE DIARIES tv show (seasons 1-3~, the rest are garbageeee), TWLIGHT (both the books and movies, specifically MIDNIGHT SUN), 50 SHADES OF GREY (I've only read the first book so I can't vouch for the movies, but the book is meh-to-bad imo)

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

Honestly, writing this thing has been a breeze. I wrote the first draft in under four months. It just flowed out of me. It's this whole 'getting ppl to read it' thing that's the hardest.

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

Werewolves! Mentions of squirrels. The mc is a werewolf and he's a werewolf supremacist. Werewolves on the brain 24/7 baybeeee.

7. How do your characters get around? (Ex. Trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

They run on all fours in wolf form, go around on two legs in human form and a special wolf form, drive cars, and drive snow mobiles.

8. What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

The manuscript is done. I'm just waiting on the last edits from a paid editor. Once I do those rewrites, I'll put this up for publishing. Aiming to launch mid June 2025!

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe) of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

Incomplete list: soulmates/instant-love, every werewolf/shape shifter trope under the moon (couldn't help it), billionaire boyfriend, stalker 'romance'. Every 'bad boy boyfriend' trope. I loooove taking tropes and turning them on their heads.

10. What are your hopes for your WIP?

To publish! I'd love it to go gangbusters but my primary hope is just to have ppl read it 'XD

1. What is the first part of your WIP that you created?

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

3. What are your favorite characters that you made? Why?

4. What other pieces of media do you think your fan base would share?

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

7. How do your characters get around? (Ex. Trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

8. What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe) of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

10. What are your hopes for your WIP?

#wip tag game #writeblr tag game #wip questionnaire #writeblr #writing #writing community #writers on tumblr #novelist #writers #the beast in the glass house #horror #tag game #werewolves #shape shifters #tropes #shape shifter #monsters

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daintydoilypon · 1 year

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What's something you know is cringe that you love? Be it tropes, fashion, lifestyle, etc.

What's something you think is cringe but love anyway?

Okay. Hear me out.

Any werewolf romance novels. They are bottom of the barrel, self-insert, mary sue, main character syndrome trash. Most are like "My aLpHA MaTE ReJectED ME, But I'm A sUPER POwerFUL WITCH WOLF HYBRID and the WOLF PRINCE IS MY SECOND CHANCE MATE" kinda thing. I really enjoy reading them because they're so stupidly cringe. It makes me want to write good stories, like a what not to do kinda thing and it makes me laugh so hard I cry, love it.

I read one recently where this girl didn't go into wolf form, rides a motorcycle, she cut a rouge werewolf in half with a katana, but she was 5ft and "not as attractive as her ex-mate's blonde mean bimbo stereotype gf", so very obviously a self-insert, and her mate was like the definition of an alpha male guy and I cackled for quite some time. There was another one where the girl was an omega slave or something and all 3 alpha triplets were her mates and she was fine with it, even though they were HELLA ABUSIVE FOR YEARS prior to the mate bond and it was ckjdblefah, it's so bad. I really recommend it just for the sheer hilarious cringe. It makes me feel better about my writing //WHEEZE

#tmi tuesday #if anyone knows any good romance novel let me know because these are awful and my brain is probably rotting //WHEEZE #I should probably say these are more like fanfics these are NOT published #I know it's mean but I cannot lie in good faith that these are in any way good

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bluethude · 2 years

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hi!! could you write ei and shenhe with a very strong and independent fem! reader? so they dont need help with anything and is just a girlboss🤩 good day/night

Hi !

Honestly, it sounds like a very fun and charming idea !

I'll be honest, I had a hard time writing this request, I don't even know why, but either way, I did my best and I hope you'll enjoy what I wrote !

Requested : Yes

Characters : Ei/Raiden Shogun and Shenhe (separatly)

Summary : Ei and Shenhe with a strong independant female reader

Word count : 801 words

Warning : None

✉️Asks are open✉️

✨Let's go ! ✨

EI/RAIDEN SHOGUN

A very interesting combination

I always feel like Ei would wish to protect her partner, no matter how strong they are.

I mean, she's a literal Archon, in an artificial body, there's nothing above her, except Celestia itself.

And with her trauma about Khaenri'ah and all, I think she would do anything to protect her close ones.

So it might be the cause of a few fights between you who is perfectly capable of handling yourself and her being... Always there and trying to protect you.

She doesn't get it. Why won't you let her protect you ? She might be weakened, but she's still an archon, stronger than any mortal. There's nothing she can't do. Are you underestimating her ?

Anyway, after many fights, she finally gets it. Honestly, you might have fought her in the Plane of Euthymia to get your point across.

Thank Celestia, Yae Miko was also here to help you convince her you didn't need as much help as she was thinking.

When she gets it, things get smoother and she doesn't really complain.

She takes a liking to you being capable, at least she's certain you didn't need her help as much as some of her subjects.

But it won't stop her from being protective of you as her deepest fear is losing you.

If you do know how to fight, she'll let you come with her once she's sure you can fight in a decent way per her standard. It might be hard for her to not fight everything on her own to make you do the least as possible. But she'll gradually let you be yourself and you both end up being a rock solid duo !

Overall, she likes you being strong on your own, as you have shown her strength can come in any way shape or form. She admired this about you, being a mortal who is in no need of some god's help. But she will have a hard time grasping the concept.

In case of painful periods, she'll stop whatever she's doing to help you with whatever you want, as she heard and see it's quite painful.

She will also remind you you're not almighty. Not to patronize or humiliate you, but it's her way to say to remember you're human and you sometimes need help.

"Hello my dearest. Is there anything I can do for you ? No ? Well, what about a sparring session ? Or maybe some dango milk ?"

SHENHE

The exorcist won't have much problem with it.

She notices you're more strong and independent than other humans, but she doesn't really care.

You kinda remind her of Cloud Retainer, strong willed and quite the lone wolf type.

She's around, if you need help, but won't really interfere, as you know more about human society and rules than her, who's closer to adepti than humans per mentality.

But she admires you for not relying on anyone in human society and you navigating into it without being hurt or tricked in any way.

Honestly, I think you'll be the one helping her adjust better in Liyue and among people.

I mean, she never had a proper human contact, so she probably can be easily tricked.

She turns to you and she also might be always around you, but not to protect you, more to learn about humans' ways of doing things, like not shove annoying people's head in the ground or learning how to use moras. Or talk to people, in general.

She tries to help you, but her inexperience with humanity makes her mess up in the cutest and weirdest way at the same time.

But, when outside the city, she would protect you no matter what.

She knows mountains well, she knows what to eat, where to go etc.

So a fight might break in the wild. Well, a fight, she probably doesn't get it and waits for your angered or upset state to pass, knowing well she knows slightly better on this one.

In any case, she likes that about you. You look more reliable and less stupid than majority of people.

She actually likes seeing you reject other people's advances or attempt at touching you, it makes her feel like she's somewhat privileged.

I'm sure Cloud Retainer visited you once, just to talk. The bird probably likes you and talks a lot about Shenhe like a proud grandma would do about her grandchild. After that, the bird and you are often found talking in the mountains.

"Are you okay, love ? Oh, you had enough of the city ? Why not go to Cloud Retainer together ? She likes you, so I'm sure she'll be happy to see us both ! And you’ll get to tell us about all your last achievements."

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bhaalsdeepbat · 4 months

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it happened i started writing "oops here's a baby" au while i outline what i wanna do with the scenes i have planned in my main retelling but with more durge emphasis thing. some ramblings

Vera is gonna have big bat ears as a child that she has to grow into. like her ears will be HUGE everyone will be like this poor fucking kid....then she grows into a killer queen

i'm obsessed with the idea of vera being able to charm people kinda young and using that to get people to spoil her lmao she'll lean hard into vampire tropes when younger to fit in, then chill out about it. Like it's kinda a phase, but not all of it lmao she just exaggerating some things

I had initially thought about giving her long hair, but I like the idea of a longer A-Line. Still short, but long enough she (leon until she's old enough to do her own hair) can braid the front sections and pin everything back when she needs to be Fancy. She's gonna murder some people before adulthood cus that bloodlust be strong with her double whammy. For her it's the scent and hunger. Like once they get her hunger under control she's fine.

I decided she'll have a familiar, but i gotta think more how i wanna do that bc considering it being part of her shadow magic and it being the hound of ill omen but working fanfic magic to make it a permanent summon that has a battle form.

also i'm thinking dhampir births = traumatic and if durge wasn't....durge they would have died. specifically i keep thinking of their claws ripping shit on the way out which is kind of a lot, but gives me the horrified at birthing feels so i'm into it.

Wren will struggle with how intense and vivid their thoughts get. They'll have the closest to what the Urges felt like, but not quite as strongly bc playing into "not strong enough blood connection to bhaal" type thing.

wren is going to be the quiet one of the two. they're a perceptive little fuck and tend to people watch. they're a little feral, but it's different from the feral they get when the urges be urging. there's no violence to their normal feral behaviors. they just sometimes act like a half-raised animal and spend a lot of time wildshaped as a wolf.

wren's best friends will be a pack of wild dogs and some of the stray cats. they'll get in trouble for sneaking some down to jaheira's secret place bc they'd find their way in pretty fucking quick and spend a lot of time with the animals down there. wren is jaheira's little freespirit. No locks can keep wren in or out. wren goes where wren wants.

like these two children will be opposites and some of it will be nature but also some of it nurture bc they're being raised in entirely different environments.

Wren will have SO much respect for life and death and treat corpses with reverence, but then Vera just. sometimes forgets that she's supposed to be treating corpses differently from the living, but all bodies have the potential to be alive or dead at any given moment and death just isn't permanent. plus just all the quirks the vampire spawn would have from their new status as the living dead.

#bat rambles #i just wanna cook durge and gnaw on them #so i have that outlined but i want to also like bring the other companions in more #never love an anchor au

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getallemeralds · 1 year

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ok heck it uhhh stickmolus

(this is still one of my fav drawings for it. the guuuyyyys)

it is! a Henry Stickmin au! taking place in our Limoliverse setting, which is the catch-all name for.. several stories we haven't made any content of except character designs and incoherent tumblr posts. um. hm. WELL the part that matters is that everybody is aliens!

it's a very loose adaption of the whole series, except with the twist being that henry is jumping between routes willy-nilly and potentially even creating brand new ones as he goes thanks to breaking things in unexpected ways. you know how it is with spaghetti. also there's a lot of background worldbuilding that we are very bad at actually implementing

(also it has an askblog! @stickmolus is in a weird limbo state on account of the exhaustion and my difficulty to keep up an ongoing interactive project, but its fun to read and i still think about picking it back up. i want to so bad. i am my own worst enemy)

quick hits:

Henry is.. something! nobody knows what his species is, including himself. he just straight up spawned one day and immediately began doing crime. this immediately got the attention of the CCC, especially once he started pulling out every power and item out of his back pocket and launching between timelines at random.

everyone's response to him is some form of panic on account of him being an Unauthorized Fucking Thing. speaks english but also writes in minecraft galactic and can make nether portal noises. he's not mute but there's a pretty big language barrier he's trying to work around and when he is able to talk to people he's pretty sparse with words. his head is weirdly shaped and i admire max's ability to actually Make A Whole Ass Sculpture Of This Guy oh my god i just looked over at my shelf and got emotional

i did animation memes with all 3 of triple threat and henry's is RENARD!

Charles is a pilot for the Limolian military and is certified in both air and space travel! good for him. he's a limolus, which is kinda the "mascot species" for the setting seeing as its. named after them. they've got your basic run-of-the-mill psychic powers tropes and are heavily inspired by Giegue from the Mother series! i could talk about them for a very long time. LET'S TALK ABOUT CHARLES.

charles was stationed on earth for a while and as a result is considered kinda Weird because he picked up a lot of earth culture stuff. he's fluent in both english and lilio so he's henry's translator, although his translation is pretty loose and skips details and basically he is not reliable no matter how hard he tries. i love him

his animation meme is BAM BAM! and it was really really fun to make. i love drawing charles i love thinking abt charles he is My Boy

ELLIE oh my god this drawing doesnt have her tattoos. what the hell. ellie is ALSO a limolus! they can be colours besides red its just that ellie and charles are both red. anyway. she's very good at telekinesis because canon ellie already uses the force, so that's her solution to most problems. her relationship with henry is a bit rockier from the get-go due to a communication barrier on Several Levels, but theyre able to get along! ..in some routes. oops.

uhhhh she's actually got some pretty intense backstory that hasnt come up yet because Ellie Has Not Appeared On The Blog At All for the love of god why did i pick the order i did its gonna be FOREVER until we see ellie AUGH. but she got locked up in the wall for some Pretty Serious Crimes (like uh. treason?) and even in timelines where she joins up with charles there's some friction because of that.

her animation meme is Wolf in Frenzy which is probably the best one ive made so far ngl

Reginald's anatomy is terrible and i hate drawing him. also he's a musae, which are very long/tall and very venomous. the toppats overall are a ragtag group of people of various species and various backgrounds, in stark contrast to the govt which is like 90% limoli. also he's a pathetic noodle of a man but that doesn't stop him from being a tricky bastard

i didn't animate him but he shows up in RENARD for like 5 seconds if that counts

uuhhhh also i have a "#stickmolus au" tag. which is probably pretty incoherent. im tired

#leo chirps #ell.txt #long post #stickmolus au #limoliverse

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what-yadoking-likes · 1 year

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Sooooo since we clearly established that you’re a wolf/hox shipper, I wanted to know if you got any other (payday) shippings going on and if we might see some in “The Cell” any time in the future?

Also what’s your personal take on Wolf and Jacket having a “father-son”-like-relationship?

BAHAHA 'since we clearly established that you're a wolf/hox shipper' LOL is that a read?? /jk

Okay SO OTHER PAIRINGS YOU SAYYYY... o h b o i

Well, when I first started out in this fandom I was a fan of Sokol/Dallas (MasterGrinder). I've always been a fan of age-difference relationships and, well, the fact that they're both extremely handsome men doesn't hurt. Another thing that drew me to this pairing was how the dynamic would work in practice - Dallas being the crew chief, the one who has to keep shit together, and Sokol being younger and probably hornier and being more likely to throw a spanner in the works of whatever carefully-laid plan Dallas had. Oh, and let's not forget @neomineom's insane fanart of the two - that really, uhh, got me into it. I also have an in-progress-on-hiatus fic where they have a first date together and Sokol gets jacked off in a jacuzzi.

Nowadays though, I'm way more likely to imagine Dallas with Bain (MasterGuide or NaviMind). I have a fair few ideas floating around for them already and some in-progress-on-hiatus Tumblr ficlets that are mostly PWPs that somehow became something bigger (kinda like The Cell L M A O ) - not to mention the odd fic on AO3 with them as the main pairing.

I think... again, they're both handsome dudes. And I see them as having a lot in common - Dallas finding it harder to feel connected with the crew as he takes on this role as crew chief - Bain deliberately putting distance between him and the gang as a whole to ensure their safety. But... doesn't this all sound very lonely? So I like to imagine they'd stave off that gnawing loneliness by being together - in secret, mind, so that when Bain gets kidnapped it gets extra juicy and ANGSTY (or I just AU it and Bain doesn't die or get reincarnated).

I’ve... dropped some hints about MasterGuide in The Cell, but it hasn’t been anything super obvious or really worth tagging. In a perfect world I would love to write more stuff with them as the main focus... but I just don’t know if I have time between work, adulting, other creative pursuits, AND finishing one of the two novels I began like two/three years ago in the hopes of getting published. So... never say never I guess?

Now I figure if I keep going on like this for every pairing we’ll be here all day, so I’ll try to give the TL;DR version of the next few (but feel free to Ask me about them another time if you want to know more!).

Sokol/Jacket (Socket) - all that aggression! All that violence! Not typically an enemies-to-lovers fan but here we are.

Wolf/Dallas (MasterTech) - nyaaw crime daddies!

Dallas/Hoxton (MasterFugitive) - angsty potential re: imprisonment, and also handsome menses :3

Jacket/Vlad (UkrainianChicken) - a meme pairing I conceived of when trying to think of who would make the most chaotic pairing in the Payday universe.

Vlad/Locke (GolfGoat) - started as a meme pairing now kinda like it ngl LOL, even the contractors need love! Plus they contrast with one another really well and would be very fun.

I’ve probably missed some out here but oh well. ON TO YOUR 2ND QUESTION.

Wolf and Jacket as having a father/son relationship... well that makes the fics about them a bit raunchier ngl!

I think for me I find it hard to see Jacket as having a role of a leader in any way, shape or form. I feel that a father is a kind of leader or role model and I’m not sure if that’s Jacket’s vibe, I guess. I will say though that my perception of fathers is grim at best due to my own experiences, so there may be something I’m missing here. I’d be open to hearing other people’s thoughts about it, for sure.

I do, however, see the two as sharing a bond because they’re both perceived of as being the most unstable/unhinged in the Payday gang. A kind of ‘nobody understands us and that’s awesome’ vibe.

#phew #Yado replies #Yado answers #thanks for the Ask!#sorry this was long #various relationships mentioned here #links to other posts

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oswaldsleftbicep · 2 years

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𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦: 5'4", short black wolf cut hair with curtain bangs, green eyes, light skin, curvy, gothic-like, rbf syndrome xd

𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺: shy, introverted but very goofy around close people, insensitive at times because of my bluntness, have hard time opening up to people, more of an observer.

𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮: I'm genderfluid and pansexual, my zodiac sign is Libra, my hobby is daydreaming haha.

𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴: memes, drawing, editing, writing, romance novels, ICED COFFEE WOOOO!

𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴: humans in general, mirrors, random feeling of depression and gender dysphoria.

bro you seem like such a cool person, i would vibe with you so hard, we have so much in common wtf

anyways lol i ship you with...

Ricardo!!

❧ ok lemme preface this by saying i'm not a fan of his character, and i haven't written much about him nor have i done his route, so all of this is based on the image and characterization i gave him so he'd be more,, palatable to me lmao

❧ you guys would be such a power couple!! y'all have pretty much the same aesthetic going on, like his bedroom?? edgy asf. ya know the whole "scary dog affect" someone intimidating has that gets used to protect more vulnerable people from getting messed with? well both of you are the scary dog lol no one will ever mess with the two of you, and if they dare they for sure got hell to deal with. he's also got a bit of an rbf when he's not doing that dumb little smirk, so it doesn't bother him at all

❧ he would absolutely tease you for being shy around him at first, but in an "i find you incredibly endearing and i'm enamored by you" way, never in an actually mean way. he's definitely more of an extrovert but totally respects you being an introvert and not wanting to be around and interact with people all the time. like even though he's extroverted, he does kinda keep to himself in that he doesn't talk to everyone he comes across, he's just naturally good at talking to people when he needs to

❧ absolutely loves seeing your goofy side and will immediately match the energy you're giving. when the two of you get in a silly goofy mood, there's no stopping you; y'all lowkey annoy the hell out of mikael and noel when you get like that, cuz y'all's energy just amplifies off of one another's, but they secretly enjoy seeing the two of you have fun like that, cuz really it's harmless. he loves seeing what your sense of humor is like and seeing you so carefree and full of joy, it makes him feel all soft and mushy inside

❧ one reason i chose him over some of the others i was considering is because i feel like he can handle someone being blunt and insensitive toward him; he's kind of the same way, so he understands where you're coming from, and he's also got thick skin so he can handle any harsh words you throw at him cuz he knows you don't mean it and it really doesn't bother him at all

❧ he likely wasn't the most patient when waiting for you to open up to him, but he finds the wait totally worth it cuz he really likes getting to see you reveal your true colors little by little; it's almost like a little reward for him and makes him value patience more lol. as y'all's relationship grows he becomes more able to give you the space you need to open up and become comfortable around him and others; if you're meeting someone new and you're having a hard time he'll come up next to you as a form of support and take over the conversation for you, allowing you the time to only jump in when you feel comfortable sharing something

❧ he's definitely an observer as well; it may seem like he doesn't care much about or see the importance in stepping back to take a broader look at a situation or that he's just too laidback, but he's always watching and paying attention to his surroundings, ready to take action whenever. he likes pointing out little things he sees to you, like if you're in town he'll see that some guy has his shirt on inside out and he'll point it out to you and the two of you can have a little laugh about that

❧ your hobby being daydreaming could also tie into his being an observer in that he would enjoy playing that game where you choose a random person and make up a backstory for them; his would probably get really crazy and ridiculous, but at least he's funny about it

❧ he's absolutely supportive about your gender and sexuality, any of the boys would be, no questions asked. if you're feeling invalid or dysphoric, he'll become super serious and do all he can to reassure you; he's not great at the heart to heart type stuff but you're important to him and seeing you hurting like that makes him want to do better so he'll give it his all in making sure you know he's a safe person for you to talk to about this stuff

❧ he's an aries, which has medium compatibility with libra, but the interesting thing is that those two signs are exact opposites of one another in the zodiac, so if you're a believer in the whole opposites attract thing then hey would ya look at that. this also means the two of you would balance each other out a bit, but there would also be some potential struggle in keeping ricardo calmed down? cuz like aries are all about ambition and trying new things whereas libras are more slow and steady kinda pace. so while the two of you would balance each other out, there's also plenty to learn from one another

❧ he thinks it's cute seeing you lost in a daydream and for the most part he'll leave you alone to carry on your hobby, but sometimes he just wants attention from you so he'll, as gently as he can manage, snap you out of it and instead have you tell him about what you were daydreaming about. he might even try his hand at carrying on the daydream with you, like he'll pick up where you left off and add his idea of what comes next in the story; it's basically improvising a story with you. this is mostly an activity the two of you would do on a slow day or when you're just chilling in bed with nothing else to do. on a regular day tho, he'd just leave you be and go do whatever task mikael has for him

❧ he'd be a total meme lord, keeping up with the latest trends but also having a soft spot for the older ones. he probably likes the troll face era a lot and uses those types of memes just to see people's reactions at how old they are, thinking that he just isn't up to date

❧ likes watching you draw, and sometimes he'll want to join in, but not to make anything pretty. if he sees you just doodling, he'll grab a pen or pencil and start drawing shitty sketches on your paper; he's for sure not an artist so all of his doodles are horrible and not proportional at all, but he likes seeing your reaction to the crude things he draws. he won't do this when he sees you working on a serious piece, he's an asshole but he'd never mess up your work on purpose

❧ he's not very well read so he can't do much when it comes to editing or making suggestions on your own writings, but he can beta read and give you his opinion on what you've written so far

❧ like i said, he doesn't read often but i think he could potentially develop a soft spot for sappy romance novels, or at least those weird middle age mom with a deadbeat husband erotica/romance novels. he'd never tell you or anyone this fact tho, you'd only find out after seeing a romance book under his pillow one day and you decide to leave new books on his bedside table as suggestions based on what you've read. so he knows you know about his guilty pleasure, and you know he knows you know, but it remains and unspoken thing

❧ mans has probably never even heard of ice coffee in his life but when you introduce it to him he develops a small liking for it. it's not his favorite thing ever, but whenever he goes to buy you your favorite, he'll get one for himself but only if he's in the mood which happens to be maybe once or twice a month

❧ he'd for sure complain with you about other people and how much they can suck, mostly going off of what you say as a way to show his support for your feelings

❧ you'd probably have to explain the whole hating mirrors and dysphoria thing to him, but as soon as he understands he'll support you without a doubt. he might try at first to comfort you with words but he knows that doesn't always work. i could see him installing little diy curtains over all the mirrors in his room so that when you don't want to look at your reflection he can just pull the little string and bam, mirror is covered and the reflection is gone. he's not great at comforting you with words, but his actions make up for it; it's the little things he does like the curtains over the mirror or making sure you have your comfy clothes available if you get stuck in a slump. he's not very open and expressive about his feelings, but he tries his best to convey it through his actions. at the end of the day, he loves you and would do anything to keep you safe and content

#let's play a game!#my. hcs #nightmare harem #shipping games #otome games

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slice-of-magenta · 2 years

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🥺, 💖, 👀, 💔?

hi!! Sorry at this point I realized I can't help paragraphs 😅🦀

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

When they hug. I love those. Any form of intimacy, platonic or not. (It's the fluff.)

💖 What made you start writing?

I loved creative writing when I was a kid, aka coming from the person who would dangerously walk while reading when I was a child, or run out of a room to write when I had an idea. but for fanfic purposes, I kinda don't remember anymore? I read a lot of fanfic and maybe wanted to give it a spin. Also, ironically, they were way too much fluff and I wanted hard core friendly angst too. I'm happy I latched back on the writing hobby, and hopefully can learn stuff I had trouble learning. Aka, drafting thru organization 😔 which I'm trying right now

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

Oh… TELL you. I thought this was to retrieve a piece of it. 👀

Since sciles week is closer, this may be posted...theres this one fic that's been daunting me and I wrote a bunch of ways of how one scene goes. I emphasize the hurt, again, giving it another try, that Scott was going through in S5. The goal of the fic is to focus on the meaning of the sciles friendship (flashbacks to codominance) and even give stiles that opportunity to apologize to Scott for his own behavior as well. Because accountability for harsh actions and getting them another fix is better than that weak talk in canon... It's in Scott's pov and it's major HURT/comfort.

And then hopefully, the rest of the other fics are sweeter, or less derived from canon events.

Ooh, and still working on the fics I should have sent for Scott appreciation week! :) It's a lot, but I'm late, ok ❣️. Had two to three of those.

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

I would say it's the scenes for my recent WIPs. Those actually did make me cry. I hope to send those in. But for posted ones that broke my heart:

A Visit (kira living with the skin walkers. Her being homesick and the transition to comfort. I don't think I really did the skin walkers justice, since I wrote them as the teen wolf version, but writing kira is lovely!)

Second Layer (stackson. it's where I left off, and this includes the second chapter I'm still writing for them.)

And if I added a little more detail to it: When Chaos Falls (nogi + Scott). This fic did have some good imagery that made me even squirm.

I don't want to get into the hanahaki one. I'm afraid it won't be like what I remembered it 😂😅 (I want re-do)

Thank you, mem! 💕 Hope you have a good day

#sorry i took so long #Thank you for the ask 🥺#🧡🧡#I'm working at luxury pace I swear

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swangtup6 · 4 months

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EP Review: Esophagus - Killing for Sport (2022)

mannn ive been sleeping hard on this band. like for the last year since ive heard of em ive been like that one dude in the story where he sleeps a really long time. ig id always kinda subconsciously categorized them with slamcore and tiktok bdm bands for some reason? which i guess they kinda are a tiktok band (at least recently) but thats ok.

this EP has a really interesting style of writing, where it kinda just plods along aimlessly for most of it, which i actually shockingly really like because i think it fits the band's sound well. most of the drumming and guitarwork is super super simple, and it compliments the very catchy sound the band is going for, while staying pretty brutal. this is real meathead slam, and it lets the vocals (the obvious focal point of their music) shine. however, it does sound pretty amaturish at times, and not in a good way (especially considering this band formed in like 2008)

im also a big fan of the production, surprisingly. it's relatively clean, but i think thats mainly a result of the mix having like nothing going on in it. when the only instruments going are some really basic, relatively sparse guitar riffs, with simple drumming to match, and some vocals layered on top, there isnt really a ton you can do to filth it up, unless they wanted to make the guitars wayyyy louder. im usually a bigger fan of super rough production (i make raw black metal) but i think the cleaner production serves the band better as listening to their first demos, they clearly dont shine as bright as they did on this EP.

the guitar tone is pretty standard; crunchy, but not overly so, and without a ton of feedback. it's also thin and mixed pretty quietly, which makes this project not as heavy as a band like say Cephalotripsy or Agonal Breathing, but that doesnt really seem to be what this band is going for so i think it works. theres no bass on this project. the drumming is also mixed well, with a very poppy snare (which i can NOT get enough of). overall, the mixing is sterile but serviceable.

now, the vocals. the vocalist is 10000000000000% the most important member of this band, and it's clear that the band thinks so too. this guy sounds like if Don Campan (Waking the Cadaver) and Joe Wolfe (Heinous Killings) had a baby, with a healthy mix of predator purring (HK style) and insect trilling (WTC) making up just about all of the vocals on this release. it's interesting, actually, that they dont really utilize any significant amount of standard slam gurgles, and i think it really sets this band apart. the vocals are definitely the draw on this release, which i think is a plus and a minus. im sad that they replaced their original vocalist with Don Campan, because even though Don is the deathcore GOAT, i really liked the original guy.

overall, this is a solid release by a pretty solid band. it's not mind blowing, but i like listening to insect noises as much as the next girl. actually prolly a lot more than the next girl but that's besides the point. i do kinda wish the instrumentals were less stripped and more heavy, because i usually like heavier death metal than this. however, still a good EP and i would recommend it if you really like Waking The Cadaver or Heinous Killings.

i also think the band theming most of their music around the Predator franchise is pretty cheesy for what it's worth

7.5/10

standout track: Killing for Sport

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#youtube #music #music review #metal review #metal music #death metal #slam #brutal death metal #slam death metal #esophagus #tiktok #trendy death metal

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takalzuoom · 2 years

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OKAY OKAY

SO A SEPERATE REQUEST FROM MY WHALE SHARK READER MADE ME ‘ACCIDENTALLY’ WRITE FIRST YEAR GANG HCS-

so here you go 🙈

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 + 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫

𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐜𝐬

has definitely lifted epel up like simba from lion king OVLWPFOFAPED

KICKING SCREAMING AND ANYTHING

in both mer and human form i believe that the wii music is on constant repeat

OKAY OKAY- SO I COULDNT STOP THINKING ABOUT THSI WHEN YOU ASKED

but since whale sharks are usually ones to swim on the top- AND YOURE APART OF THE FIRST YEAR GANG

YOU’VE GIVEN THEM RIDES WHERE THEYRE JUST ON YOUR BACK , BARELY IN THW WATER AS THEY GO SIGHT SEEING

epel is doing that hand water thing where you squeeze it and it sprays onto some poor soul (sebek)

sebek is yelling and screaming about ‘how unsafe this is’ as he takes photos like a tourist and ‘for whoever is doing that to stop it!

ace and deuce are literally having a full on water war- constantly trying to push the other off you😭

LIKE DO THEY NOT UNDERSTAND THEYLL DIE??

nah - lol drowning a murky death? cringe

jack isnt necessarily enjoying the ride- he’s really on edge, mainly since he’s a wolf beastman and’s connected to the land

water isn’t his strong suit.

but the tropical swim suit says other wise 😭😭

“ruggie would love this” “malleus would love this” STFU AND ENJOY THE RIDE

of course grim is spouting curses at you- telling you to ‘go back to land!’ as he’s on top of yuu, clawing to get on his hand and away from the water asap

okay but just imagining the first time you showed the first year gang

after telling the octavinelle gang to record the first years, they’re all on a beach when you first reveal yourself

and that you do

like the might kraken (and a lot of effort cause it’s hard to swim straight up)

you slowly tower out of the water, water rinsing off of you as you’re just :) at their horrified looks

azul : that’s my s/o 😼

azul has proud smug boyfriend aura to him

while they’re all terrified, epel is definitely the first one to come out of shock and literally hype you up

sebek is… well, sebek

“malleus’ dragon form is larger than this”

STFU NO ONE ASKED❗️❗️

ace : “damn…. that’s a big bitch”

jack and deuce are speechless 😻

ALSO DO YOU NOT SEE THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCES??

HELP IM LITERALLY PISSING MYSELF

LOOK AT THIS SHIT

you’re the coat hanger friend, sorry

definitely see you and epel being really close, like he’ll just always be around you to learn how you’re so… tall cool 😺

jack has tried racing you as height + muscles = an athletic monster

but when you started jogging he just- WAS SO CONFUSED

you’re a slow runner- which is almost impossible for jack to wrap his head around since even he has to keep up with your steps

YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY ATHLETIC CLUBS HAVE TRIED TO RECRUIT YOU??

it makes you smile as they remind you of minnows that would usually swim around you in the ocean

you actually do join a club- the cooking club :)

you make cookies for you and azul to share weekly (not daily since azul doesn’t like eating junk food a lot :/ )

but you like to go around giving out cookies and treats to your friends :)

sometimes if they’re busy you like to leave them in their bags

OMG ITS KINDA LIKE YOURE SNATA CLAUSE AND THEYRE JUSY WAKING UP EXCITED FOR PRESENTS

ace and deuce introduce you to trey

there have been MANY competitions between the two of you, the highlight of the culinary crucible

and sometimes you give some leftovers to other students- and mainly your friends

OKAY SO I KNOW IN THE OF SCENARIO I PORTRAYED THE READER AS A BYSTANDER- AND I STAND WITH THAT AND THEM BEING A GENTLE GIANT

BUT I FEEL LIKE WHEN ACE, DEUCE OR EPEL HAVE A HORRID IDEA THEYD LOOK TO Y/N AND

if y/n likes the idea : :) 👍

if y/n doesn’t like the idea : :/ 🤜

if y/n LOVES the idea : >:) 👍

AND IT GOES INTO SMOKES THEY’VE JUST DISAPPEARED WHISTLING- LIKE THEY FIDNT KNOW THE IDEA WOULD TURN DISASTROUS

awesome for pranks. like when epel, ace and deuce come running and hide behind you- you really think a band of savanna claw students are gonna mess with you???

LIKE SEBEK WILL GIVE YOU A LOOK AS JACK SCOLDS YOU FOR EGGING THEM ON

I DONT THINK SO

side note- cheka loves you

we all know leona pushes cheka into ruggie and ruggie onto jack and then you steal cheka from jack

also he uses you as a jungle gym

you like kids okay :(

don’t go to the movies. like ever. you’ll be forced to sit in the back, and when you ‘accidentally’ get a sit in front of the others- THEY’LL BOMBARD YOU WITH NICKNAMES TO GET YOU TO SWITCH

LOVES YOU MWAH MWAH

but if you’re in front of someone they don’t like- 😈

bonus :

i made some memes 😼

#takalzuoom #kai…🌊#twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader

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moriiartist · 2 years

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Hello! I wasn't sure where to submit a request so I apologize if it's the wrong spot! Feel free to delete. Since you were taking requests I wanted to ask for anything with Rendog. Anywhere your inspiration strikes is fine, there's not enough out there of him! Love your writing. Your Scar and Etho Christmas fics are two of my favs. Have a great new year!

‧₊ WEREWOLF RENDOG HCS

PAIRING: C!Rendog x GN!Reader

SYNOPSIS: Headcanons for a werewolf Rendog that may or may not have a huge crush on you.

WARNINGS: Mild language(?), possessive behavior (not the bad kind, though)

A/N: Awww! I'm glad you enjoyed the fics! And, yes- you did submit to the right thing :) I hope you like what I've written for you, and happy simping my friend!

For as long as he could remember, Ren has been like... this.

At this point it’s not even something he’d even consider wrong with him- it’s honestly just a condition that he lives with, similarly to people with disabilities.

For the most part, Ren is a stereotypical lycanthrope: abundant and fast-growing body hair, sharper teeth and nails than the average human, enhanced sight and smell, and- oh, yeah- the uncontrollable ability to transform into a giant fuck-off wolf during the full moon.

It’s one of the Hermitcraft server’s not-so-secret secrets.

I mean, it’s not like he’s actually trying to hide his, er, ‘condition’ all that much, and everyone kinda knows that he’s not quite human, but nobody really bats an eye when they see a giant dog just zoom past them when they’re building late at night.

He’s basically just a huge puppy when he’s in his feral form. Multiple Hermits have had him just come up to them while they’re working, body wiggling from how hard his tail his wagging, and beg for them to throw him a stick.

Very cute, until you realize that he has no idea that he is not a lap dog and decides to flop his entire body weight into your lap.

Say goodbye to your legs, may they rest in pieces peace 😔

Ren never really worried about himself, fully accepting of all his quirks and flaws, until you came along.

You, who oh-so effortlessly never failed to steal the air out of his lungs with just a smile, you who sent him stumbling over his words and fighting off the urge to just bury his face in your neck and breathe you in.

Honestly, mans is whipped and it is absolute torture for him to hide it when all he wants is to wrap you into a bear hug and claim you as his own.

His instincts agree with his heart, too- making him a little more aggressive, a little more possessive than usual when you’re around the other Hermits.

He tones it down, though. After all, who’s to say that you wouldn’t be weirded out by his more animalistic behavior?

Naturally, though, when the full moon rolls around, it becomes a little bit of a different story when he’s in his more... uninhibited state, fully shifted.

It’s become so common for the other players to see him dutifully following at your heels that they don’t even question it anymore- not even you, who has to actually deal with a giant fluffy wolf man basically mother-henning you for the next twelve hours.

Once he shifts back, he’s more than a little embarrassed when he learns what ‘the mystery wolf’ had gotten into, flushing bright pink as you recount his antics from the night before with an oblivious grin.

“It was so funny, Ren. Poor BDubs was just trying to give me some of his extra cobblestone, but he just ended up getting chased around the build by an absolutely ginormous wolf instead! I couldn’t stop laughing at the end of it.”

“That does sound cool, my dude. Anyhoosle- do you know anything that would make a super awesome apology present? For no reason in particular, of course.”

Lord help this man, he needs saving from himself.

Even though Ren doesn’t want to cross any boundaries (he knows that he could never own you or force you to make any decisions except your own, and he’s a respectful person), he still finds himself becoming jealous when you come over to his base smelling like the other Hermits.

Expect him to practically throw his clothes at you whenever you see him, feeling a quite honestly unreasonable amount of pride whenever he sees you wearing something of his, practically drowning in his cedarwood and pine sap scent.

“Hey Ren, how’s it going-”

“Wear this.”

“What?”

“Wear. This.”

I mean, it’s cute how protective he gets over you, but it’s like- he does know that he’s the only one with a nose sensitive enough to notice that stuff, right?

He’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit, I guess.

It’ll probably take him a while to work up the guts to confess, being self-conscious about the whole situation, but when he inevitably does it doesn’t take much to assuage his fears 😊

Your days will be filled with plenty of rib-crushing hugs and the usual Ren shenanigans- going along with the latest eccentric character that he invented, helping out with his totally not ominous at all chunk error of a build, and all of the affection that he can smother you in now that he doesn’t have to hide his feelings.

He even goes so far as to intersperse playful nips to your nose and ears with his kisses, unable to stop the lovesick grin that spreads across his face when you try to stifle your giggles.

At night, though, you’re not getting away with wriggling to your end of the bed, no no no: Ren is laying on top of you, one cheek squished against the top of your head, arms wrapped securely around your rib cage, and your legs tangled up together.

He’s only just got you- why would he ever let you go?

#request #anonymous #a meal for the children #hermitcraft x reader #mcyt x reader #rendog x reader #c!rendog #renthedog x reader #c!renthedog #tw: mild language #tw: possessive behavior

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can you do primal predator/prey fearplay with dia hunting fmc and maybe some vore play if thats ok

Of course! I’m kinda picky about writing vore, so I just put in some like... suggestions of the possibility? I hope it’s okay? I’m better at gore than vore so I probably didn’t do it justice. I do love fearplay and primal stuff tho, so this was v fun to write!!

Blood, Sweat, and Tears (18+)

Fandom: Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Pairing: Diavolo x f!Reader

Content: primal, predator/pray, fearplay, mentions of vore/eating someone, mild blood, some tears, chasing, hunting

Synopsis: Diavolo wants a hunt, and you’re going to be the one to give it to him.

Run.

Lord Diavolo had growled the command, pushing you towards the woods, eager for a chase. You’d frozen for just a moment, heart skipping a beat. But another deep growl from the demon sent you careening into the forest at top speed. He’d promised you a head start. Said it was more fun that way. He’d compared it to a wolf going after a rabbit. You were smaller, lither, and with a head start you were sure to give him an enjoyable chase before he inevitably caught you.

And so you find yourself sprinting through the undergrowth as quick as your legs can carry you. You can hear him counting behind you, slow and steady. You don’t know how long he’s going to give you. He never said. At each round number, your heart skips a beat and you expect to hear the sounds of him chasing you. But his count simply creeps ever higher as you stumble over roots and leaves.

Fuck. Thorns grab at your arms and legs, scratching across your face as you struggle through the thicket you’ve found yourself in. You have no idea how he plans to track you. Whether by sound, by smell, by sight… but leaving a trail of crimson blood dripping from the tips of sharp thorns certainly won’t help.

You can feel your heart beating in your chest. It pounds like it might burst through your ribs at any moment. Your sweat is cold on your skin in the cool night air, hair whipping around your face as you run. You can already feel the strain in your muscles. Your thighs and calves tense, your stomach arching, your lungs burning with the need for more air.

“I can still hear you~” Lord Diavolo’s voice is a deep chuckle, easy and cool like he’s making casual conversation.

You didn’t notice him finish counting, too focused on putting one foot in front of the other without tripping. But now that he’s spoken, you can hear the distinct sounds of him chasing you. He’s… surprisingly slow. It sounds almost like he’s taking a pleasant stroll through the forest. You hear him stop in the thicket you’d run through, crouching down for a moment.

“Your blood is as sweet as the smell of your fear. I can’t wait to taste you properly.” The taste of your blood has sparked something in him, and his chase is faster this time.

You can hear branches snap behind you as he chases you through the forest, gaining on you. No matter how hard you push yourself, your human stamina is no match for the prince of the Devildom. There’s the occasional sound of beating wings. He’s brought out his demon form for this chase. Or, perhaps, the taste of your blood was enough to bring it out.

“Do you know how crazy you drive me?” He’d growled when he’d first suggested a chase. “Do you know the things you do to me? The way you make my heart race? My blood pulse? I just want to sink my teeth into you. Taste you.”

Running is no longer an option. Your muscles burn, your lungs are barely able to gulp down enough air, and you can’t stop the demon from gaining on you. You stop still, eyes darting to try to find a place to hide. A large tree, sturdy and climbable. The bark is rough against your palms as you climb into the tree, nestling yourself between branches. You clasp a hand to your mouth, trying to quiet your ragged breaths. You can feel damp tears roll over the back of your hand. Your own. There are glimpses of gold flashing between the trees. His horns, catching in the moonlight.

“Come on out, little thing.” His voice is a teasing purr. “Come let me taste you. You smell so sweet, your blood and your sweat and your tears. I can hear your heart from here, does it always beat so fast for me? I wonder how it would feel, how it would taste, biting into it.”

His pace is relaxed as he circles the area, taking deep breaths through his nose to try to catch your scent. As laid back as he seems, you can see his eyes glinting with the thrill of the chase. His wings flexing and claws twitching excitedly. He seems to be honing in on your tree. Getting closer and closer. He’s humming, though it comes out as more of a growl than anything.

You can’t escape him. He’ll find you soon enough. Your heart is pounding loud enough to hear and you’re struggling to keep your breathing in check. Your only hope is to run again. To hope you can surprise him enough to get another head start. You watch him stalk closer to the tree, having caught your scent in full. You wait until he’s just under you, claws digging roughly into the bark to leave jagged lines.

“Tricky girl!” He laughs as you leap from the tree, landing behind him and taking off in a sprint. “Making me work for it will only make catching you more fun.”

You can hear him behind you, chasing once more. He can’t hold back his laughter, drifting into feral growls as he gains on you. You can hear his breathing behind you, taking deep breaths to revel in the scent of your fear. Sharp claws catch in the back of your clothes, cutting through them like butter. You can feel the cool night air on your back, the ribbons of cloth fluttering behind you as you push your body to its limit trying to run from the prince.

“Gotcha!”

There’s arms around your waist and within moments you find yourself tackled to the ground. Leaves and twigs crunch under the weight of both of you. He’s on you, heavy and breathing hard. He nuzzles your neck, taking a deep breath. His tongue trails across your cheek, humming at the taste of your tears. Your sweat. The bloody little scratches from the thorns. His claws are sharp in your hips, pressing you down hard into the underbrush.

“So sweet… So innocent…” His voice is a rumble, the vibrations moving through you, making your heart pound harder as you wonder what he’ll do now that he’s caught you. “You taste even better than you smell. I need more. I need to taste you properly.”

#18+ only #obey me #obey me! shall we date?#diavolo x reader #f!reader #sunshine #dark side of the sun

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