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heartfullofleeches · 10 months

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Offer me your flesh... Not like that

Yan Cultist + Forest Entity/Deity Reader [+18 mdni]

Warnings/Tags: Breeding, monster fucking but you are the monster, tentacle peen, slight size difference/kink, brief mentions of gore/blood but not related to the fucking dw

The watcher of the woods.

A creature known by many names for none of which it cared but remained its mantle to claim. Skin akin to aged bark; horns rooted from the base of its skull like the curving arches of branching trees - the beast towered over all sort of man and earned its title for its eyes. Rare were nights starless, but upon an eve without a single dot in the sky it was common to find them hiding out in the trees. As ancient stories foretold - it's said that on those days the guardian of the forest used all its strength even the light of the stars to lead lost souls home. Imposing as it may be, the creature was a peaceful giant, protecting its land and those who treated it in kind, but as legends of old often became lost in translation - it too fell to the hapless adulteration of time and unwavering, blind devotion.

The worship of humans was a peculiar mistress. Old as the soil itself, the watcher predated the existence of mortals in the region and civilization as a whole. When the founders of the town at the base of the hills culled its land to build the foundation their homes - the watcher taught them cultivate the furtile ground and keep peace. It consindered all who entered its lands as members of its flock - no matter how strange they may be.

For the majority, the humans adored their new guardian. The teachings of gods known before where easily tossed aside in favor of a new master. Caring as it may be- the watcher's fair intentions were mistrude as otherwise when it was found to take the bodies of those lost forever to the forest back to the mountains where it lived. It had seen the way humans stored their dead and wanted to honor their cultures as best it could. Its followers mistook its deeds as a call for sacrifice from the crop it had harvested - and who were they to deny their God.

Those who oppose and those who worked their entire lives towards the ultimate goal of being sacrifice to their God were the first to face death. Blood drained; bodies butchered and displayed on the forest floor like fine feasts. Their God was not pleased with their actions and was repulsed by the smell of human blood; diet consisting purely of what its land birthed and the occasional scraps left behind by the natural hunters of the woods.

The humans would sacrifice those worthy at mass and considered new loses to be god's will. It was seen as sacrilegious to return after a night lost in the woods. The watcher lost favor in their humans through these massacres- and the heart wrenching sobs of a lost hiker it had savecthroughly mislead in their worship and bestowed their false knowledge on new generations - but there was one thing they had gotten correct with their research and discoveries involving their lord.

A shift in behavior - marking the change between seasons summer and fall. The watcher's hardened shell withered and softened into thicker, mossy flesh; antlers curling twice as thick and pained whines the kind to send anguish into the hearts of all beings if not for the pleading moans and scents it gave off. The guardian longed for mate - just like every creature in its forest.

In true alignment with their predecessors, the new age failed to realize the correct way to approach their God in such a sensitive state accordingly. Bathing in the blood of the fallen and wandering naked through the wounds - it repulsed the creature so it fled into premature hibernation to rid itself of the aches and frustration. Doomed for entity - the only of its kind; the watcher suffered countless falls with release. It no longer desired the company of man yet yearned for embrace. Alone, wretched, miserable - the watcher imagined its remaining years trapped in endless parallel and pain... and yet as with the seasons-

All things change.

It happened as the trees were stripped of their bearings and nights grew fringed. A musk within range of the watcher's natural intensity wafted over the forest. The fresh dew of spring and the warmth of summer - two elements that brought the creature comfort in harrowing times. Following the scent, the lewd slick of flesh and muffled moans overlap - flooding the lesser god's loins with familiar ache and need.

The watcher tread out into the clearing to find a human perched beneath one of its trees - fingers at work between their legs and shirt tucked between their teeth. A circle of candles and incense surrounded them; a bed of leaves and spare blankets cushioning their body from the hard floor. The tee helped between their teeth was the same color as the moss encasing the local deity's body and the emblem of its horns. A ranger - one that bares resemblance to a face once riddled with fear; now barring the opposite emotion. Lowering the match the mortal's height, the watcher did as it does best - studying the human's acts of self pleasure with intent. Startled by a pitched whine, it's antlers knock against the trees as it lurches.

"You're finally here, huh? Kept me waiting."

The watcher reals as the ranger spreads their legs, fingers plunged deep as they wiggle their hips at the air.

"Don't be shy... We have a special connection you and I.... I'm talking to you."

With a soft chitter - you exit the trees. Stalking forward on all fours, you sniff at the human's arousal as your snout draws against their skin. Black tongue wagging, it sweeps their tender flesh pleased to find no traces of acidic blood and a hint of ripe fruits instead. Enthralled with their taste and scent, the fright as they bring a hand up to your face is enough to cause second retreat. They coo, swallowing the stimulation of being in their lord's presence, and reach out - free hand carding through their hair.

"Hey - hey, don't panic- You remember me, don't you? I was that hiker you saved a few summers back. I always thought the legends were bullshit, but I was still afraid of the unknown. It turned out to be beautiful - my soul mate. See this? I got it when I fell in the river and hit my head on the rocks."

A dated scar bleeds through their hairline. You snort, breath fanning their neck as you cage them to the trees with your larger body, awaiting their next move. Faith unwavering - their hands skim and carcass your torso, glinding through the mossy fur down to the build up of your tension. Teasing the sheath with their nimble digits, you shutter - legs parting as a tendril the color of the night sky and thick as the ranger's thigh unfurls from the slit. Quick to work, the human slides under you - both hands at the base of your appendage. You whine as their lips haul your girth in a trail of kisses - length traveling the side of their face as they reach your thigh.

"You must be in so much pain. So many years with everyone in town going about things the wrong way. It's crazy to think I'm the only one to have figured things out - but it just further proves we're meant to be. Don't worry - I'll take all of your loneliness and pain away."

You don't bother to piece together what their saying. The exhales between each word heightened your sensitive to their mouth riding up to the tip of your growth - lips wrestled slack by the weight pressed to them. You cushion their head and neck with one hand as you thrust, seeking the heat of their mouth. The tendril, slick as it may be - only hits quarter way before the human chokes; the convulsions of their throat drawing a pleased hum from your throat which drones into a concerned murr at the tears lacing their flashes. You pull free - bending down to lap at their face. The ranger's heart swells seeing the light of their god's eyes shine for them solely.

"Don't worry about me - I've prepped for this day since you sent me home. My body is a vessel for your desire - and our future seedlings."

Lost in translation - you get the general picture as they on their back, body displayed for your taking. Devotion engraved into their very being and supple flesh free of damage - this is all you've ever lusted for. The mortal body at your beck and call, captured in its purest beauty. You press forward - crying out in pure frustration and agony as your tendril glossing over its intended target. Rutting and huffing through desperate attempts - your follower guides through your eagerness and their own dire need, and angles themself properly beneath you - wind knocked from their lungs as you sink in at last.

Pushed to edge by every muscle contracting around you, and the sweet relief of finally, finally- obtaining an outlet for your insufferable heats - you howl in frenzied glee. Wasting no time, you start off at a brute pace - jowls snapping in rhythm to each slap of skin. Your follower mewls along with you, hands based on your torso - praying the entirety of the town below can hear your unity. Their stomach bulges with the outline of your tendril and they clench around you conjuring the swell of your young.

"Yes! Ah! My love - breed me! I've waited for this for so long. Take me as you. Give me your love, your young - anything, please!"

Their worship is cut short by the infiltration of your tongue down their throat. Choking as they did on your cock - their eyes dart back as you pin their knees to chest, steady on yours as you plow them into the makeshift bedding. The slick plap of their wetness dragging you back in and the suction of it drives you deeper with every grind. The lack of oxygen from your tongue altering the flood of air makes their muscles tighten further - ripping the first orgasm of the eve out of you as your talons pucker their flesh. Stilling momentarily - thoughts overload with the realization of your true purpose in this realm. Breeding every hole offered to you.

The smell of blood premonating your scents does little to waver the force and intensity of your release - years, decades of build up breaching as you slam against them - pursuing that increasing, staggering high. Your cum floods their hole - leaking around your cock and down their thighs. Rubbing your cheek against their head, you lazily fuck nearly every drop back into them as they twitch and spasm around you. The blessing of being the first real sacrifice to their God was tear inducing.

Your tongue pulls from their mouth, licking salty tears and saliva as apology for nearly asphyxiating them. Your follower gasps and pants, lips formed in conversation but missing the voice to speak. You slip out of them, fluids gushing from their stuffed hole. The sight causes another stir in your nether reigion. Picking them up like an oversized doll, you lean back against the tree as you lower them into your lap - this time being the one to guide your tendril into their greedy hole. Head rolling back, a hand shoots out to grab your horns as you rock upwards into them. Pleasure rocks your very core as they hold onto your sensitive mounts, hands climbing with each bounce. Your cock throbs as they eventually catch on and pour the remainder of their strength into rubbing every curve and bump of your antlers.

Mouth agap - the skin of their shoulder catches in your teeth. Having lost all restraint and repulsion in the stench you bite down, marking as they likely desired. An assumption proven seconds later as a scream tears out of them, body stuttering as they cum around your appendage. Your hand pads their stomach, adding surface for you to better fuck your squirming length into them. You take both of their wrists into your hands - slamming them back on your cock as you finish at the end of their peak - overestimating their shot senses as your length spasms against their fleshy walls. More of your spend leaks from them as you pull out which they shove back as you slump against the ground still cradling them in your arms. The ranger attacks your jaw and chest in kisses, warming your tendril with their thighs and rubbing their own sex against it. Your eyelids fall heavy, twinkling lights dimming. The ranger nestles into your chest - fatigue on the horizon but job far from complete.

"We'll be amazing parents someday. I'm so happy you chose me. Rest now - I'll take care of everything else from here on. Sweet dreams, Dear~"

A new scent - the smell of pine needdles in the winter. Winter - the season when you fell into a deep sleep."

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fruitmins · 1 year

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Victory | Namjoon

➭ summary: Namjoon is a wolf hybrid who has a dark past with humans that ultimately landed him in a boxing ring, so he tries his very hardest to hate every single one of them. Even his mate, who happens to be a human nurse who works for the boxing ring. But everything changes when he finds you bleeding out with marks all around you..

➭genre: hybrid x reader, drabble, angst, mate au

➭warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of killing, he gets protective real quick, hybrid abuse, a couple had words, the ending…

➭note: finals week Tuesday. i hate everything

“You’re winner, by knockout. RM!” Muffled cheers filled his stiff bloody wolf ears as the announcer dramatically swung his arm in the air.

No one cared about the other unconscious hybrid who was in a pool of his own blood on the other side of the cage. RM didn’t either. It wouldn’t be the first time he would have killed someone in the ring. The only thing he cared about was victory. The victory that would land him dinner and a day off.

Despite it being in his stage name, RM wasn’t a monster. He wasn’t always like this. He used to care about other things before he was shoved into the cage. Forced to entertain and damage himself and other for human entertainment.

RM spit out a wad of blood that had gathered in his mouth. He didn’t smile at the cheers, because they weren’t necessarily for him. It was for the people who had won money from bets.

“Alright let’s go.” A nasty shriveled male voice told him over the screams as he was yanked by the air and dragged by two men with vest and face masks to his room.

RM thought they were bold for their harsh movements. He had just beaten a lion hybrid to a plump, surely he could take them out. They should respect him. But the taser had boosted their ego. Tasers did damage, especially after a bloody match. That was the only thing stopping RM from clawing their face off as they shoved him in his small room.

Unlike when he lost, he was put in a room with lights. There was a semi-comfortable bed and old tv. That’s what winners get. A bed, tv and dinner. Losers get a dark black cold space where you sit and are placed on a list till a nurse sees you.

Since this was RM’s fifth win in a row he was placed higher on the list and his nurse came only thirty minutes later.

He could smell you as you came down the hall. Your calm and sweet scent filled his nostrils rather quickly. It always stood out from the other nurses. One of the reasons were that unlike you, other nurses hated treating such a beast like himself. They always smelled nervous and afraid.

Of course another main reason was that your scent was stronger than anyone else’s to him. Simply because you were his mate. There was no other way around it. His wolf had practically screamed it at him the first time you came to treat him. He’d never forget the upset and startled look on your face when he had suddenly jumped away from you with a growl.

You didn’t treat him that day, but he made a promise to never frighten you again. Instead he’d stay still while you treated him, answering your questions about his lungs or feet when you needed him too. It started a habit of you blabbering to him, either about his match or things on your mind. Human Namjoon wouldn’t admit it, but something inside calmed him whenever you spoke. There was a sense of calmness from you that transferred to him whenever you talked for to long.

Which was exactly what you did the minute you entered the room.

“Good evening, Namjoon.” You said with a sweet voice as you peeked your head through the door. Once you saw his familiar muscular build you came in, shutting the door.

He silently bowed to you, something in him telling him to be respectful. Like everyone else you had a taser on you but never used it. For you, it was as if it wasn’t attached to your hip. And unlike everyone else, you didn’t call him RM. You called him his actual name. How you found out he didn’t know.

“Congrats on the win.” You said once your light body hit the edge of the bed. “I heard a bunch of people doubting you. That you could never get up to five wins in a row, especially against a lion hybrid.” Your voice was mocking as you playfully rolled your eyes at whoever you were talking about.

“But I didn’t doubt you..” there was proudness in your tone and your words made him tense. He shouted at his wolf not to dance because of your praise. “You know you could beat the record for most wins in a row. It’s only seven.”

It was always weird how you were so comfortable about the fact that he almost tortured people for a living. So comfortable around him when he had almost killed a man a half hour ago.

He always wondered how you got yourself mixed into the mess. You could have been a doctor with your skills. So why weren’t you?

He tried not to dwell to much on you. Caring for humans almost killed him. He couldn’t make the same mistake, even if you were different.

“I can’t believe they haven’t gotten you your dinner yet.” You stated as you treated his knuckles. He didn’t flinch at the alcohol that poured onto his cuts before your wrapped it.

“Anything hurt? Teeth? Lungs? Feet? Legs? Tail?” You asked him routinely as you held up a water bottle. Without asking, Namjoon opened his mouth as you poured the water into his mouth. He stared at you curiously as you filled some water in his mouth before stopping.

He didn’t swallow it, swishing the water around his sore mouth before spitting it into a plastic cup that you were now holding. Water and a bit of blood came back.

“No pain.” He spoke for the first time, his voice coming back rough and deep as you hummed. “That’s a relief.” You whispered and he looked down, trying to keep his emotions in check. Why did you care so much about his condition? Probably because he was making you money no less.

“I’ll cry the day you break a bone.” You huffed and his ears twitched. You had been saying things that hinted you cared about him lately. He didn’t believe you, not for a second. But it still caught him off guard. And somehow, he did not like the thought of your beautiful doe eyes being red from crying. He’d have to be extra careful.

“Why would you cry?” He couldn’t help but ask. You were a nurse for God’s sake. You even treated the people he beat. Why would him breaking a bone be so horrible?

“I don’t know, I’ve never been good with seeing friends or people I know hurt. My dad came home with a broken leg once and I almost threw up.” You answered unfazed by his sudden interest. But this made him more curious. Friend? Were they friends? Maybe he was overreacting.

You talked about your dad sometimes. Not a bunch but more than you talked about your mother, which surprised him since you were so girlish and respectful. Who taught you that if not a mother?

“This’ll hurt.” You state before putting some alcohol on a cut that was on his forehead. It stung a little, but he didn’t flinch. He just watched your concentrated face as you worked your magic. He could admit that you were pretty, but even pretty humans couldn’t be trusted.

“I don’t know why but, I feel more comfortable around you than the other hybrids. Like, warm and fuzzy.. Is that weird?” You suddenly spoke as you planted a small bandaid on the cut.

Namjoon didn’t answer, instead he just looked away shamefully. No, it wasn’t weird. It was because they were mates. They were bonding. Namjoon had let his guard down and bonded with his human mate.

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Two days later, he got his sixth win.

There were louder cheers when he won this match. He could tell people were getting more hype the more he fought. Your words came back to him. The thought of beating the record on everyone’s minds. The bullied rookie no longer stood. People no longer booed when he won. They screamed and blasted confetti. He didn’t know why, but he had become a fan favorite.

But still, you were his biggest fan of them all. You practically came skipping into the room forty minutes after the win. He could smell your excitement down the hall, but something else he could sense in your smell.

Another hybrid. Male. Lion.

His wolf hated it. He hated it. The smell made his nose burn and the thought of some other hybrid being all over his mate made his jaw clench. Especially a Lion.

“Good evening, superstar.” You greeted him with a smile, despite his nasty expression. “Everyone’s talking about you breaking the record. No pressure but I’d be big if you do. Just one more and you’ll tie and that’s already a huge accomplishment.” You we’re quick to ramble this time as you sat at the edge of the bed.

He hesitated to meet you at the edge like usual. He’d go crazy if he smelt more lion. You noticed and frowned as you looked at him with a confused expression.

“You stink.” He answered your wordless question with in a rough and disgusted tone. He could fight through a lot of things (literally) but not this. It was actually starting to make him ill in the chest.

“I took a shower this morning..” you mumbled to yourself taking your confused eyes away from him to look down at your visible skin.

You wore a tight pink shirt and paired it with a medium length white skirt that somehow wasn’t stained. A skinny black belt held it all together that matched the flats you wore. No wonder a lion had scented you. He bit the inside of his injured cheek in rage. Someone had marked you their territory.

“No. Like lion.” He clarified in a deep voice. He couldn’t let you be walking around here with everyone thinking you belonged to someone you didn’t.

“Oh.” You chirped as if suddenly realizing something. You had forgotten hybrids keen sense of smell. “Jay was extra close today..” you uttered. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Extra close his ass. He seemed to be all over you.

“If it bothers you that much…you have permission to scent me.” You suddenly offer in a low voice as he watched blush creep up to your cheeks. He doesn’t know why you offered, or how you even know that’s what he wanted to do. But he doesn’t take a second to think about it.

He scoots himself so his directly behind you while you’re at the edge of the bed. He wraps his arms around you and settles his interlocks hands on your stomach. He hesitates before taking in the little of your original smell that he can sense before planting his face on your neck.

He sits there for a while. He can obviously feel how nervous you had become so he takes a while to let you cool down. He lets himself get lost in the warm feeling of holding you like a mate should. He gets lost in the fantasy that maybe things can work. And when he notices that you’ve calmed down too, he begins to nuzzle his face into your neck.

He can sense how shy your getting but he moves slow not going lower than your shoulders until he finally forced himself to move away.

What the fuck was he doing? Snuggling up to some human girl he didn’t even know. Human girls like you abused him every chance they got. Did he forget about the taser locked to your side. How could his wolf betray him like this? How could he put himself in danger? You worked for the boxing ring that abused his kind. As sweet and innocent as you seemed, you couldn’t be that innocent.

He sat there in silence for the rest of the check up in silence. For the first time he didn’t listen to you rambling about the match or your childhood stories.

He was trying to fix the damage he had caused.

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Two days later he got his seventh win in a row.

He knew you would be thrilled and despite everything, he was looking forward to your praise. He knew you would be proud of him, even if he didn’t officially past the record yet.

At one point in the match he started fighting for you rather than his survival. His mind was stuck on you the entire match. Once he felt like he was losing, he thought about how disappointed you would be in him. How much you were rooting for him and wanted him to succeed. How much he needed to see you happy again. That was enough to have him win the match.

And when his opponent had the audacity to land a punch on his stomach… He killed him.

And like any other time. He didn’t care. He cared about the victory. And he would do it again if he had to.

He was so wrapped up in his own mind that he hadn’t realized a unfamiliar person had made their way to his room until the person knocked on the door.

His body stiffened.

You never knock on the door. You poked your head through first, but never full on knocked. He always wondered why you don’t. It was almost like you knew that he knew about your presence.

Something snapped in him when he realized your sweet scent was no where to he found. Instead someones terrified scent replaced you and it made him crazy. He knew your schedule. Including you, there were only three nurses. You worked the days he fought, another nurse worked the days he didn’t. And another nurse for the weekends.

You were scheduled today so where were you? He asked himself angrily.

“Where’s Y/N?” He asked in a firm and deep voice. Not giving the person any permission to enter.

“I-I don’t know. She didn’t show up today.” The female voice answers in a shaky tone. This doesn’t make him any less angrier or anxious. “I’m subbing till she shows up.”

You were missing. You had disappeared and instead of looking for you they replaced you with some weak idiot. He quickly got worried and protective. Wherever you were you needed to get found now. And he wasn’t counting on humans to find you. With their horrible sense it would take days to find you and he wasn’t willing to go that long without knowing you were okay. Not after he let his wolf bond with you.

Despite it being forbidden to leave the room, and he would most liking be spotted by the hundreds of cameras he quickly decided he had to find you himself. He didn’t care about the victory anymore. He didn’t care about breaking the record. He cared about you.

He stood up from the bed and it was easy for him to swing open the locked door, not even having to use his claws to tar through the lock. The woman’s eyes widen in shock when his tall huff figure was suddenly in front of her.

“Use that taser and your dead by the time the buzzing stops.” He threatens her with a low and assertive tone. He doesn’t give the poor nurse time to reply. He knew he scared her enough and with how shaky her hands were she would probably miss him anyways.

Now, he just had to find you before they found him.

Despite it being one of the biggest illegal hybrid boxing organizations, the building was small. There were three levels, the main level, the security/employee level and the basement. The basement consisted of the loser rooms and mostly plumbing and electrical wires. The security system and employee work stations were the highest level. The main level consisted of the main area and the winner rooms.

And then there was outside.

Somewhere Namjoon and the other prisoners were forbidden. It was impossible to make it outside anyways. The guards that had guns instead of taser, combined with the electric fence made it clear that anyone who tried to escape would be dealt with.

Namjoon had heard many stories about great fighters who died trying to escape. The place made hybrids insane. But the only thing that seemed to make Namjoon insane was the fact that you were missing. He would step outside if you were there.

Namjoon had just gotten done searching most of the first floor when he smells it. Your scent. It’s faint and sour but it’s you. Something in him tells him to follow it.

Now, it’s a race. A race for Namjoon to find you before they capture him. Because he knows that by now they have noticed him frantically searching everywhere for you on the camera. A huge wolf hybrid roaming around was sure to catch eyes.

He follows the scent, desperate to find out what was wrong and it leads him to the basement. This was his least favorite place to be, but he quickly enters anyways.

There’s an open hallway that leads to the loser cage, and to the right leads him to all the plumbing. Despite how horrible it smelt, your scent got stronger.

His ears perk when he can now smell blood in your scent. Pools of blood. Your scent isn’t just sour anymore, he can smell your fear. It was so strong it felt like your scent was calling out to him.

He quickly changes his pace from speed walking, to fill on sprinting down the hallway and to the right. The plumbing room is more like a corner it’s so small, so he quickly sees your bloody figure laid flat on the floor.

His face turns red as his heart thumps and for the first time in years he’s feels like he might die. He can barely breathe and his body becomes shaky.

He quickly runs to you, plopping down on his knees and taking you in his lap. He can see your face now, which is dangerously pale and filled with scars and bruises.

You can barely lift up your eyes to look at him, but when you do a small painful smile makes it’s way to your face. “Joon…” you manage to say in a shaky voice.

“Who did this? I need a name, a species, a smell for fucks sake.” He growls and he doesn’t realize he is in tears till one falls on your face.

“Please, don’t do anything crazy.” You plead when you see the absolute rage and heartbreak expression on his face, his hands wrapping around you tighter as he holds you close.

“I have already,” he states again to your confused face and he swallows a lump in his throat before answering. “I accepted you as my mate.” He reveals with a shaky voice.

Your eyes widen and you slowly lift up your hand to caress his face and wipe his tears. He grabs your hand, bringing it to his chest. “So tell me, who did this to you so they can hurt as much as they hurt us.” He says again and you open your mouth to reply to him but something behind him quickly steals your attention.

You let out a gasp as your eyes widen and filled with terror. Just as he realizes a bunch of heavy footsteps have made their way into the small space you yell.

“No, wait! Please! He didn’t do it—!“

Before you can explain and anyone can take in your words, three tranquilizer darts are suddenly shot into Namjoon’s back.

His body stills and tenses up before his eyes roll to the back of his head and he collapses into your blood pool.

Your cries are the last thing you both hear before the world turns black and cold.

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smallestapplin · 2 months

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A needy Alpha

Twilight princess Link x omega reader

🔞Cw : omegaverse, slight possessiveness, knotting, fem bodied reader.🔞

MINORS DNI! I check every blog who likes this, cause children liking the smut I write very uncomfortable.

🔞ADULTS ONLY!🔞

Please note my requests are closed, but I'm always happy to chat!

Everyday you miss your alpha, he's always so busy just helping around the village. You knew what you were getting into when you agreed for Link to court you, how could you not?

You remember that day so clearly, how cute he was when his face lit up when you accepted his courting item (which he handmade) and how he grabbed the back of your hand, placing a kiss to it.

What you didn't expect when he started to court you, is how much of a dork he is. Of course you were friends before and knew how hardworking and playful he was, but dating him was a whole other thing.

But him giving you a kiss tax was not something you expected out of him, though you laugh when he first asked if it was okay.

While all he wanted from villagers was rupees or an item, from you he wanted a little smooch. You can't lie, it made you swoon how he's lift crates and bales of hay with pure ease, and throwing them or placing where need be, only to run over to you, his pointed ears twitching asking for his kiss.

Which you always gave him plenty of, always making him weak in the knees and wobbling from smothering his face with kisses before moving to his lips.

But something in him changed when he left for his adventure.

When all was said and done and he came back home to you, he was...different.

Still the same lovable man you adore, but he grew far more protective, anytime you two when to Hyrule square to ship, he was practically snarling at people who's eyes lingered or got to close.

It wasn't like him.

He was always a gentle alpha, sweet to everyone and only stepping in when you asked as he knew you could handle yourself.

Though you can't lie, watching your mate grab a man by the collar and throwing him aside, growling at him and eyes never moving off the stranger until he scrambles to get up and runs off.

In an instant he's back at your side, blonde hair tickling your cheeks and neck as he nuzzles his face against your scent gland. You have to push him away and remind him you're in public.

But that doesn't stop him long.

Once you two make it home it's fair game in his eyes. You barely remember how you got bent over the couch, barely remember how quickly he moved.

Your squeal breaks you from your thoughts, his teeth locked onto your mating mark renewing the bond.

"Mine! Mine! Mine!" He snarls in your ear, his words muffled onto your skin.

His hips snap against yours, his heavy cum filled balls slapping against your abused clit with every harsh thrust. His cock is so deep inside you, his bulbous tip kissing your cervix with every piston of his hips.

"L-Liiink!"

"Fuck. C'mon, keep screaming my name."

You're gonna cum again! He just keeps fucking you like you're a toy for him to use. You're sweet alpha is nothing more than a pussydrunk beast.

"Your pussy was made to take my cock."

Your vision goes white, your mouth hangs open with a silent scream as you cum again, your pussy trying to milk his cock for his spent but he's not finished just yet. He needs you marked, he needs you dripping with his scent so no one else even dares to touch you.

You. Are. His.

"T'much....t'much! I can't cum again-!!"

Your teary eyes go wide as you feel his knot forming and smacking against your pussy lips.

True your mate was never lacking, he was perfect for you, but a twinge of worry flows through you, his knot was bigger than the last time you two fucked.

Could he even fit?

"Link, please!"

He leans over you, his arm locked around your neck keeping you in place yet making it slightly harder to breathe.

"You're gonna take all of it, aren't you, sweetheart."

It wasn't a question, not when he growls, groaning out as he slams his thick knot into your well loved cunt, pumping load after load of cum into you, making sure you take every last drop.

Link pants, happy to finally empty his balls into you. He gently licks at your bond mark, trying to soothe the bite mark he left.

You twitch, your body limp as he's fucked you stupid.

You can't think of anything else but your alpha's cock and thick cum.

Link grinds his hips against your ass, carefully moving his cock inside you making you shudder and mewl pathetically.

"You can handle one more, right? I have to make them know you're my mate."

He's going to be the death of you.

#smut #loz smut #loz link smut #loz x reader smut #loz link x reader smut #mdni #legend of zelda x reader smut #omegaverse #loz omegaverse #omegaverse smut #fem reader #x fem reader #alpha link x omega reader smut #queued

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kayleighjennifer · 1 year

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Celebration (Claudia Piña x reader)

⚠️smut⚠️

You did it. You’ve finally won the champions league again. The crowd is on fire, everyone happy that barcelona got the trophy. Right now you’re just taking everything in, the amazing atmosphere and the proud feeling.

Both you and your girlfriend, Claudia scored the winning goals.

“Y/n, we did it! I’m so proud of you” Claudia jumps on your back, clutching onto your jersey. “Yes, you were amazing on the field” You smile up to her and bite your lips while remembering how hot Claudia looked and still looks.

“Oh yeah? When we’re home, I promise that we will celebrate properly” She smirks down at you. Before you can say anything, Jana and Bruna approach you, also congratulating both goals. Claudia, Jana, Bruna and you all grew up together, from the Barcelona academy to the B team and to now.

“Y/n, claudia, Jana, Bruna, are y’all in tonight? We’re going out and celebrate” Mapi asks and Claudia gets off your back, sliding her arm around your waist.

“Y/n and I will stay in, but thanks for the offer” Claudia smiles and you blush, knowing that the other catch on your plan. “Ew, use protection” Bruna groans out and waves goodbye, already going to the changing rooms.

“Alright then, but you know that you can fuck after the club right? Ingrid and me will do it” Mapi winks at you, making you hiding your face into your girlfriends neck. “Mhm, but I’ve been waiting since days, so we’ll pass on”.

Your teammates were shocked at first when they found out that Claudia was the top in your relationship. While Claudia was a real beast on the field, you were more of a jealous and more dominant person outside the bedroom.

Mapi and Claudia talk about something for a bit and you’re zooming out, hugging Claudia and still looking around. Camp Nou was sold out again and everywhere were barca jerseys, flags and merch in general. You already have signed more jerseys with your name on than ever before.

A kiss on your neck disturbs your daydreaming, “Ready to go home?” Claudia asks and pushes you even closer to her. “Yeah, but look around. It’s magical, so so many people are here just to see us”.

Your girlfriend nods but keeps her eyes on you. You’re absolutely glowing and even thought you’ve just played whole 90 minutes, Claudia was sure that you’re looking amazing and she was even more sure to show it when you get home.

You grab Claudia’s hand and lead her inside the changing room. Right now you don’t care that people would spread rumours about you and Claudia or make edits of you. You were just happy and grateful of being able to experience it after last year.

Both of you quickly change and say your goodbyes, being not able to wait any longer. Claudia gets into the drivers seat as always and puts her hand on your tight where she’s tracing forms and making you even more aroused than you’re already are.

After one of the longest 30 minutes you’ve ever experienced you finally arrive home. When you get through the door, Claudia has you directly pinned against the wall, harshly connecting your lips. You moan into the kiss and your hands find Claudia’s waist, guiding her closer to you. “I love you so much amore” You breathe out against your girlfriends lips.

She smiles and looks into your eyes. “I love you too, I want to spend my whole life with you”. You blush and connect your lips again, letting her guide you into your bedroom. There she pushes you on the bed and straddles you waist.

“You’re the prettiest human I’ve ever seen and sometimes I still can’t believe that you’re mine” She smirks at you and removes your shirt. Before you can say anything, her lips find your weak spot and suck a dark hickey on it, making you moan out.

“Look how beautiful you look with my mark. You’re mine and everyone should know it”. Claudia’s beautiful blue eyes are dark by now and full of lust. “Then tell the world that I’m yours and you’re mine, I’m ready” You smirk at her and roam your hands over her hips.

“Oh yeah? But let me first fuck you, so that you can’t walk tomorrow” You nod eagerly. Claudia kisses your whole torso, sometimes deciding that a hickey would look perfect there and sometimes just leaving a wet kiss there. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire and every inch arches to be touched by Claudia.

“Please Claudia, I need you so much cariño” You whine and she smirks, loving the way the can make you feel.

She starts to massage your breast, making you moan again. “You know, when I scored that goal, all I could think about was you. I wanted to kiss you so badly” You blush at your girlfriend’s words and kiss her. “Oh yeah? It looked so hot. I wouldn’t have mind a kiss and you know, I honestly just scored for you”.

“Mhm I know, you’re doing everything for me, but I think we both know that I’m doing everything for you too, so it’s fine right”. Claudia’s lips find your breast and you just let out a shaky breath.

Her cold hands roam over you body, into your pants and underwear. “You’re already so wet and needy, just for me”. You nod quickly and try to grind onto her hand.

“Uh Uh uh, not so fast my dear. I bought a present for you cause I knew you’d score”. Claudia gets up again and walks to the closet.

“Close your eyes baby girl, it’s a surprise”. You do as you’re told and hear how Claudia undress herself and opens the closet. She pulls something out. She sits onto your hips again and you can feel some fabric against your stomach.

“Keep your eyes closed. Just trust me and tell me when it’s too much okay? Can you remember our safe word?” Her hands roam over your tummy and breast, pinching your nipples. “Hmh, it’s chocolate”. You moan out and your back is already arching off the bed.

“Good girl”. Claudia moves off you and inserts a finger into your pussy, making you moan loudly again. “Oh fuck, it feels so good”. Your girlfriend starts fingering you, making you ramble random words.

“Another one please”. You beg, needing more. If you wouldn’t be that turned on, you’d be confused as why Claudia would directly add another finger since she loves to tease you, but right now you’re too desperate to feel anything besides her body.

“Good girl, taking me that well, I’ll add another one, alright?” You nod happily, your body feeling amazing under her touch.

“I’m coming in a bit”. You moan out and arch your back again. Claudia looks at you adoringly. Your moans are music to her eyes, making her pussy drip.

When you’re nearly coming she removes her fingers from you. “What are you- ah fuck” You’re not able to finish your sentence due to Claudia pushing the strab on into your tight pussy.

“Relax cariño, you’re doing so good. Will you be my good girl and take my cock?” Claudia smirks at you and starts to leave kisses all over you again.

“Yes, I will be. I’ll do everything you ask me to”. You connect your lips with hers and she starts to thrust into you, holding your hips in a bruising grip.

“It feels so good Claudia”. By now Claudia is a moaning mess as well, the fabric of the strab on rubbing onto her clit with every thrust.

“Oh yeah? Do I make you feel that good?” You nod and put your legs around her waist, pulling her even deeper into you. “You’re the only one who’s able to make me feel so good”, You praise her.

“Good, I want you to come so hard for me amore, show me how good I make you feel”. She starts to rub your clit when she feels herself getting close.

With one harsh thrust, she pushes you off the cliff, coming shortly after you. “Thank you Claudia, it was so amazing”. She removes the strab on and is softly kissing your hips where she left some bruises from her firm grip.

“No problem amore, I love you so much. Do you still want to make us public?” She asks you and you cuddle into Claudia. “Yes, only if you want to. But I am definitely ready. I mean you were my first kiss, my first time and my first and last love”. She blushes at your words and kisses your lips again. “Alright, then let’s make a post.”

You choose two pics for your post, one when you and claudia were 17, holding a trophy and Claudia kissing your cheek and one from last week. It’s a mirror selfie of you kissing each other. You caption it with “sharing first crush, first kiss, first love, first time and first champion league trophy, love you @claudiapina”.

Claudia decided for a picture of you at the beach, where you’re sitting on her lap and you’re kissing each other again. Her caption is “always my first @y/n��.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso one shot #woso smut #woso fanfics #claudia pina x reader #claudia pina imagine

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4me2knowandyou2wonder · 6 months

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(some implied MCD for Roach is in this. Just skip the paragraph that begins with his name if you like to avoid that! or interpret it in a different way that should work too)

Maybe the purpose of poison ivy is to keep things beautiful.

People underestimate their effect.

Whether it’s the mark of a hot mug on a wooden table or the crumbling ruins of Pompeii, worn away by thousands of well-meaning yet selfish tourists, humans don’t see the damage they contribute until the marks are so deep that a once beautiful thing is permanently changed.

That is what happened to people in the military too, Price mused. Their governments take and take. They take the pretty things gifted to them, and then they girdle each man, before watching the vibrance of each soldier fade and flutter to the ground.

It stands to reason that the prettiest things are those which people cannot touch. The prettiest things are those which are carefully protected so that human hands cannot interfere.

The prettiest things are those which we shy away from.

A stinging caterpillar perched on a leaf, the flickering of flame, a snake curled in the warm sun. These were the pretty things that stayed pretty.

Price worried about his soldiers, each one had so much to give. And somewhere down the line, he’d started seeing them in the delicate things he’d watched fade away.

Farah was that mangled dog. The beast that must’ve been beautiful once, before human hands tore that away. Price wasn’t the one to put her in the ring, but his kind, humans, certainly had.

In the same vein, Alex was like that dog’s teeth. Her weapon, once glittery and clean, now cracked, yellowed, and stained with blood. Humans saw that pretty thing as nothing but a tool, and they pitted one jaw against another until the alabaster beauty was lost. And the human’s ideas became right, and the pretty thing was nothing but a tool. Price hoped the dog could be saved from the fighting, that she and her cracking teeth could be saved from the inevitable damage. Price knew humanity too well to believe in that hope.

Roach was that dandelion, fresh and round with potential. Price has been the one to pluck it out of his yard, his blunt hands tearing it from where it bloomed so pretty, just ruin it - to use his breath to send it out into the street where that potential would never take hold. Price hates that he is human. Price hates that he also destroys pretty things.

Gaz was still pretty. Like the untumbled river stone on Price’s desk. That scared Price. It scared him because, to Gaz, he would be the hands that tore. There would be no denying, that once Gaz’s beauty was stripped away, it would be Price’s fault. The oils of Price’s palms were what will have worn down his edges and stripped away that which made him unique.

Price can see Soap in the old apple tree that grew in that big field near Price’s family home. Tall and strong, until late summer came once more, and its apples bloomed. Then the little kids from Price’s home all clamored, like the damned to sin.

The kids tore at the apples with greed and violence, ripping away the gifts the tree seemed to have in abandon. The tree always gave. It gave and gave until its branches bowed under scrambling feet and snapped at the pull of not-weak-enough arms.

Price had watched the tree’s giving lead to its death.

The branches slowly broke away under human hands, and its gifts were forced to wane. Yet the kids still came, still scaled its trunk to get to the fruit—until their shoes girdled the bark and fingers shredded the leaves. Price had watched the tree give too much and nearly die because of it.

But Price wasn’t worried about Soap. No, Soap, like that great apple tree, would be kept safe. Because after that year, where the apples had grown thin and so boots grew less heavy, a thick harry vine had also decided to take from the tree.

Ghost was poison ivy. He’d been slashed and torn at, the ground that bore him salted and dosed in vinegar, and yet he always grew back. Strong and vengeful, he brought regret to those who touched him.

Price saw Ghost in the vine that wrapped that apple tree.

It scared the children, it made them shy away. The next year, when the apples returned, few returned to climb its branches. The brave ones were left red and damaged. Anyone who dared wade though the three-pronged flourishing underbrush learned what it meant to regret. Humans avoid discomfort, they will not approach something that could harm them.

The apple tree grew back, strong and green. Its gifts became plentiful once more. The vine twisted itself around the tree’s figure and breathed its soft rustling into the apples own. The ivy allowed the tree to keep its gifts all to itself, only having to share with only the few squirrels that learned to navigate the vine’s twistings.

Price has watched poison ivy live through the worst of human destruction. The hands that didn’t want to take—that just wanted to destroy. Price watched the evolution of the plant learn to keep those hands away.

Price trusted that it would keep those hands away from Johnny.

Ghost is poison ivy, and people itch to get away. He keeps at bay those who would take without care. He lets Soap, who has so much to give, be only for those he wants to give to.

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bluetooththereptile · 2 years

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His mother

Yandere Bruce Wayne x Naga reader x Yandere Damian Wayne

(Gif by unknown)

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Tw: yandere themes, abduction, mentions of injury and memory loss

You haven’t had felt such warmth before, the sun you were used to bathe in its sunlight was not compared to the immense warmth of those heaters, you held the baby that had cling to your bare chest tighter and slipped into the water tank, it wasn’t like home, it died to feel the same, the water was polluted with some things that tall human had called “sterilization” or something like that, it made you feel uncomfortable, it didn’t hurt you but it wasn’t like home, that little happy corner of the jungle you had marked as your territory…that was your home until humans came and took you away, to lock you up in a large room that was more like those places you had seen from the jungle’s watcher’s magic box…what was the name? oh right Zoo, it felt like you were one of those animals that were caged in a zoo and the glass walls that gave the humans the ability to watch your every move.

You wanted to go home, but the water made you feel weak like there was something in the air that when you sniffed smelt like salty water, but more intense, you didn’t know that the humans that had captured you were drugging you and your baby to make you both weaker and more vulnerable so they can handle you better. More like turn you into a domesticated beast, you sighed, sinking completely into the water as your nostrils got closed, the baby latched on your nipple as you two cooled down your body temperature. You closed your eyes and gulped down the uncomfortable feeling in your throat, if it wasn’t for your child you wouldn’t even be here! Oh, what mothers do for their little ones.

It all had started six full moons ago, when you were crawling on the forest’s ground, looking for any possible prey that you could find, your digestive system would work faster when you were sad, being alone for life Naga was not a pleasant thing to deal with. Many nagas lived in groups and were sleeping for half of the year but you were cast outside your horde for being too humane and interested in them, they forbade any Naga in the area to mate or even talk with you, completely throwing you away. You would sigh as you dwelled between the trees, maybe a deer would be a good supply for a month or two. You stuck your tongue out to smell the air, only to spot something fresh and rather sweet, blood.

You thought it was a dead animal but when you reached the old oak tree, seeing a young human hanging from the branches of the tree, your hunger was long forgotten. Many Nagas would try to kill and eat the humans, but you were not comfortable with hurting any of them, you had found out that the forest you lived in was protected by humans, so actually you owed them, plus the things they owned were fascinating! like that magic box that would show things, you had never seen. So you would crawl up to carefully take the little human off of the branches and put him down.

It was a boy, with short black hair and the second skin he wore was odd, you had never understood why humans had a secondary skin that would change color now and then? later you find out they were clothes, but still, you couldn’t understand their function. The boy was heavily injured, his face was nearly shattered and

arm and legs were broken, he must have had hit one of those big moving trunks, you had seen some deers and other animals get smashed by them as they tried to pass the black way to the other side of the forest, but why he was upon the tree? did the moving trunk hit him that hard that threw him there? hearing a whimper from the boy you snapped out of your thoughts and put your hand on his face to stop the bleeding, you knew bleeding would hurt an injured living being a lot.

You didn’t know how to fix his injuries, you didn’t have any herbs or leaves to use, so you thought of the only way to save him, if other nagas knew you were giving a part of yourself to the human you would be dead, but damn the horde, you were an outsider already. Nagas would share some parts of their bodies to help in speeding the healing. You didn’t know if it could work but the boy needed help and you couldn’t let him die there! So you took one of your eyes out, even if it hurt so much, no put it on the empty eye hole, letting your blood dripping on his face you watched as his the eyes moved to fix itself in its new owner’s place, to your joy the blood seemed to work as well, you needed was time…but the boy was too weak to move him to the other side of your territory, where you would rest in your haven, so you carefully dragged the boy with you on the old oak tree, so you were away from any dangers, you hugged him tightly to your body and fell asleep with hearing to his weak heartbeat.

You didn’t know how many days had passed but when you felt something squirm in your arms you woke up to see the human boy stare at you with wide curious eyes, he seemed that he was not shocked or scared by your snake-like features “M-mother?” your eyes widened as well, the boy’s voice barely reaching you, did he…just call you mother? Why? he just stared at you and you didn’t say anything…he was rather cute, with your snake-like eye in his eye hole, he was fully recovered, you even reached your hand to tug on his cheek, the boy closed his eyes and leaned to your touch to which you couldn’t help but smile.

You carefully wrapped your tail around his body and put him down on the ground and the boy sat there looking around like he was a child at was seeing things for the first time. You crawled down from the tree “See?” you pointed to the sun in the sky as it went toward the mountains, it was the early period of the day, good, he could find his way “Follow the mountains, when the sun is in the middle of the sky you will reach the forest’s guardian’s territory…he can help you!” Your voice was low but it showed how genuine you were in helping him. The boy looked at you like he didn’t understand what you were saying “Go! go and find other humans!” you said and pushed him toward where you had pointed before fixing his secondary skin and crawling away.

Much to your surprise, the boy was there when you crawled out of your cave to find food again. You both stared at each other before he walked toward you and you found him hugging your form without any fear, he trembled as he cried, clearly thinking you were letting him go! you were too confused to understand what was happening, so you thought that keeping him for some days to take him to the guardian’s territory was a good idea.

Days passed, and you found yourself not wanting to let the boy go. He didn’t remember most of the things from his past, only knowing that he had a father out there…who? you couldn’t find out. The boy called your mother, saying that you were the first person he had met and you had helped him, that something in him told him to cling to your side. Your blood was in his veins so you were his mother right?

A full moon had passed when he came back to the cave with an egg in his hands. He said that the cave he had found it in was abounded, you felt sorry at hearing that, the mother of the egg must have died when she was at hunting. you knew a thing or two about keeping eggs so you decided to take the baby in as well, when the boy was gone the baby could be a good companion for you. They would hatch within days, giving birth to the boy’s sibling, Damian…the boy, your son, liked to take the baby in his arms and rock it gently, talking about never letting his mother and siblings go, and you were happy to hear that. Life couldn’t be better, but any happiness would end in one way or another.

Five full moons passed till when you hear one of those giant birds humans used to fly in the sky, you thought it would fly away and ignored it, but in one day three of them flew into the area, more of them showing up as the time passed, Damian felt uneasy and the baby would cling to your breasts like they could feel something strange was coming.

It was not until the night humans set their feet in your cave that you found out it was too late to do something about those giant birds, Damian was manhandled by a human that had black secondary skin, looking more like those bats at the end of the cave. You tried to attack the human but you were knocked out by his Har punch, the last things you could remember were Damian’s groans, the baby’s crying, and the man’s gruff voice calling your son by the name, telling him to calm down.

Since then you had found yourself in this cage, learning that Damian was the son of that bat human, that he had taken you and the baby away from your forest since Damian insisted that you were his mother. You didn’t know how much time had passed, only the baby’s growth and Damian’s random arrivals to the cage kept you busy and reminded you that the time was passing.

But things tended to get more strange, you pleaded Damian to tell his father to let you and the baby go, that you and his sibling didn’t have a place among humans, but the boy only stared at you dead in the eyes “Your place is here mother…with me, with your family!” family? you didn’t understand what he meant only to have the human that seemed to be Damian’s father walk in the cage, the first time nearly killed him by lashing out and biting his neck with your venomous fangs, the man left you and your children alone, but Damian was not happy about it, he even raised his voice at you “He just wanted to meet you! why can’t you act normal?”

Since then the water felt uncomfortable, the air having a stinking aura, and you felt numb. You crawled out of the water again, to see Damian sit next to the pool “Hello mother” he smiled; tiling his to the side cooing at seeing his sibling make a gurgling sound and make grabby hands for him. Damian took the baby from you and you watched as he kissed the baby’s face several times, the baby’s tail curling around his arm. You watched them with a soft smile, only to your peaceful moments to be ruined by feeling the water move and two large arms cling to your body.

It was him, the man…Bruce, as Damian had called him. The man buried his head in the crook of your neck, finally getting the chance to touch you “Good girl” he cooed in your ear, Damian’s smile widen as he saw you two together. You closed your eyes, wishing that you had never left your cave at that fateful night…but it was too late…

#yandere batman #yandere batfamily #yandere damain wayne #yandere bruce wayne #yandere x reader #fem reader #naga reader

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cypriathus · 1 month

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Here is one of my psychopomp OCs!

Verghulona is a taciturn and tender fallen archangel-destroyer hybrid psychopomp of Nifjazroghetus, possessing a heavy focus on logical thinking. She’s always in a mental state that’s free of jesting and concerned with important matters rather than trivialities, while showing thought and good sense. She has never been frivolous as she strongly believes that it’ll only hinder her measured responses and decision-making. She’s able to use her personal experiences and knowledge to make sensible decisions and judgements. She’s admirably purposeful, determined, and unwavering, and protects lost souls and visitors from unnecessary harm. Verghulona has a commanding and respectful presence, great courage, and excellent peacemaking skills.

Her height is approximately 7 ft (213.36 cm) with an oval-shaped ectomorph body that has slim arms, broad shoulders, a slightly rounded belly, and prominent thighs. She has ashen skin that’s abnormally smooth with purplish stretch marks on her belly and upper legs. She has six wings that are a shimmering and untainted gold with a brownish undercoat, and her right eye is green gold. She has knee-length light caramel hair with voluminous waves and two purplish serpentine tongues that are covered in poisonous ooze. The left side of Verghulona’s body is a flayed, maggot-infested corpse with protruding bones and faint golden veins, crimson muscle fibres, and a missing eye. She wears a rose gold laurel crown, a black veil, a knee-length palla of greenish-yellow, a woollen sea-purple stola, and metallic purple neck coils.

Verghulona has lordship over lower-ranking demons, miracle-performing skills, and the ability to use omni-telepathy, meta-teleportation, and psychokinesis. She’s invulnerable to all forms of physical harm and capable of evicting malicious entities from possessed hosts. Despite being one of the few angels who has true omniscience, she’s able to mentally change what she wants to know and what she wants to forget. She can manipulate souls, destruction, judgement, the transition to the underworld, the safe passages of Nifjazroghetus, the Roman virtues, reason, mentorship, and divine will and purpose. She has absolute mastery over wise teaching and offering guidance, is able to stop beasts from attacking people, and can make individuals recognise and reject sin. She’s able to induce fear in every sentient being, turn herself invisible, and make herself physically intangible. Verghulona is simultaneously everywhere near the dead and when death is going to happen, sensing the actual act of dying.

FAMILY:

Belvatrikhus (twin sister)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Angel of Reason

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

As an Æylphitus, her name means “flourishing maiden, wand-bearer or male lily”.

She’s part of the divine council

She finds her job to be monotonous and restricting

She’s secretly a poet of romanticism, often incorporating fantastical imagery and moral lessons into her work.

#writerscorner #writing #creative writing #original character #personality #physical appearance #outfit #abilities #power #i believe that i was subconsciously thinking about hel from norse myth when making her design #fallen angel #archangel #destroyer #destroying angel #psychopomp #virgil #dante's inferno #extra information #fun facts

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tribbetherium · 2 years

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The Middle Temperocene: 150 million years + 1000 years post-establishment

Strange Family: The Pack of Strange-Eyes

"Someday you will have your pack, and you must care for them too."

This was what Strange-Eyes remembered from his father, and he took it to heart.

Long since had he dispersed from his home territory, at the age of twenty-eight seasons. Seven winters he had endured, though never quite as cold as the stories once said. Seven summers he had lived, each ever so slightly warmer than the one that came before.

Seven times had the world revolved, a flicker of a moment to the forces that shaped the planet, yet to the life of one, a lengthly series of seasons, with much time for the world to change. At a much smaller scale than a planet, but great change in the eyes of an individual.

In this span of time, he had met Sharpstripe, her pointed eye markings standing out from the rest. He was drawn by her distinct look, but stayed by her for her hunting prowess. She had mastered the art of the wood-tooth, and the two were a powerful team when it came to bringing down the great grazer-beasts.

At first, they worked together to survive. Life was tough for a newly-dispersed southhound, and their partnership was a matter of circumstance. The beasts would not yield to become their meat, and they had to fight as one.

But over time, as they told stories, explored the world, and taught each other new things, their bond grew ever tighter. She told him stories of the land beyond the mountains, of the creatures of the forests and the legends of the silent people with white eyes to pass the time while they stayed together. He told her stories, about his pack, his family. Of the lessons he'd learned as his father taught him the ways of the world. Of stories about the telling of stories themselves, and how precious and useful they were. Soon they would become partners, bound not just by need, but by feeling, and eventually, they took one another as their mate.

And it wasn't long before they began a pack of their own.

Switch-Eyes was their eldest, born of a litter of two. His eye markings were pointed, though not as much as his mother, but otherwise was much like his father, right down to his eyes--though colored the other way around. He was fourteen seasons old, well about fully grown, yet still shared the home with his parents and helped them with the hunt. The same could not be said with his littermate, Whitestripe, who had found a mate and dispersed two seasons ago.

Had he returned, he would still be welcomed for a while, but he would no longer be allowed to stay, for each home territory could only feed so many new mouths.

Yet he never did return, and none was heard since.

The next litter born of Sharpstripe yielded three pups, now also grown adolescents, at the age of six seasons. There was Sunbeam, plain of looks, named not of her appearance but of her disposition, warm and bright and full of energy. There was Brushtail, quiet one of the bunch, named for his short bushy tail that bent upwards. And last but not least was Shade, with her lovely dark coat, a rare morph of color regarded among the baywulves as a mark of beauty. She was the envy of her siblings.

The three were growing well, as the seasons went by. Their parents and elder brother taught them the ways of the world. What to seek, and what to fear. Where to find food, and what to and not to eat. Soon they would be ready to join them on the hunt.

And now, just a season ago, came another new suprise. Two pups, a male and a female, yet still unnamed. The pack would defend them by all means, and protect them from the dangers of the world.

Yet life could be cruel, and so the baywulves refrained from naming the youngest of pups before they were three seasons old, lest they might not survive. Many were lost in their first season, and thus came the custom to, somewhat, spare the parents grief.

But the pack had found a safe place by the coast, with few enemies and much food to hunt. They were among the more fortunate ones, who found a sanctuary in a world so uncertain, where all their pups, save perhaps one, were ensured to survive.

And so, Strange-Eyes' pack steadily began to grow.

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It was early one afternoon, the two suns in proximity in the sky in midsummer, that Sharpstripe and Switch-Eyes returned from the hunt, hauling the carcass of a small grazer-beast that Sharpstripe had felled with the wood-tooth.

"We bring meat," called Switch-Eyes eagerly. "Eat now."

The three young siblings, roused by the scent of fresh food, hurried to the edge of the small dune where the elder hunters had brought their prize. Clever they were, and persons in mind, they were still wild beasts at heart, and fiercely tore into the gamey flesh, squabbling with each other over the tastiest parts.

There was a yelp as Shade snapped at Sunbeam. "Mine," she snarled at her sister.

Sunbeam backed down meekly. She was the gentlest of the three, and her littermates exploited that.

Sharpstripe, her ears folded back in frustration, grumbled to herself. Pups could be so selfish, she thought. They were still much like other hunt-beasts, greedy and cruel, but could be taught not to be. She paused in mild, imagined horror, at the thought of one never taught the way. What a monster they could become.

She rebuked her dark-furred daughter with a snarl. Favored as she may be in the pack, she was no less exempt from discipline.

"There is much meat for all," she growled. "Not need fight."

Begrudgingly, the siblings resumed their meal, under mother's stern eye. If they did wrong, she would bite. Not to harm, but to hurt, to teach wrong-- and learn that wrong meant pain.

Better from her now, than from the world later.

"This meat...hard to eat?" grumbled Brushtail, as he gnawed determinedly on a leathery piece of rib.

Switch-Eyes chittered in a low raspy tone, the southhounds' expression of amusement.

"Old grazer-beast," he mused to his younger brother. "Slow, weak. Easy to catch."

Switch-Eyes pondered the thought, as his little brother flicked his ears in their likeness of a shrug and continued eating. Grazer-beasts cared not for their own. The weak and wounded were cast behind, left to succumb to the world. To predators...like himself. At least they, the story-telling hunt-beasts, the people, were different.

Even as he ripped a hunk of meat from the grazer-beast's rump to sate his hunger, Switch-Eyes felt some pity for the dead creature.

What a wretched life they must live.

"Food already?" called Strange-Eyes as he approached the scene with the two youngest in tow. "You early." Sharpstripe gave him a knowing glance. "Easy hunt," she chirped affectionately. "Come eat now."

Strange-Eyes was the oldest and the strongest in the pack. He was the father, the leader, yet he fed last at each kill. The younger ones needed it more. As he approached the grazer-beast carcass, he took care as to put himself between the three middle pups and the two youngest ones. They were too young to be bullied.

And the older ones were too old to bully.

Carefully choosing and slicing a miniscule piece of soft, fatty meat, he gently dropped it before the two young ones. They had just weaned from their mother's milk, and were only beginning to eat solid food. It was a crucial time in their growth, and now he stayed back to tend the young ones, while his mate and eldest son were left to bring them food.

The two younglings squabbled and squeaked as they tugged at the meat with their newly-grown fangs, which had made nursing painful for Sharpstripe. She, witnessing the spectacle, gave Shade a sharp, scolding nudge.

"They are babypups, they fight. You are not babypup anymore."

The sound of a rustling from outside interrupted the pack's supper, as Switch-Eyes snapped to attention, his ears perking up to listen. He faintly smelled a foreign scent.

"There is someone close," he called. "Stranger."

The rest of the pack stood in alert.

Calmly, but urgently, Sharpstripe grabbed the wood-tooth in her jaws.

Baywulves were rarely aggressive to one another, but they were territorial. Each patch of land belonged to a pack. There were some neutral zones, where different packs could interact without conflict, but this was too close to home. This was trespassing.

"I will go," urged Strange-Eyes. "Stay."

As the leader of the pack, he was the first to go. If there was danger, he was to put himself into harm's way first. If there was trouble, he would call for help, but to face the danger alone...

...That was what a pack leader does.

Yet this time, there was no danger.

The intruder was an elderly baywulf, all alone. His disheveled fur grew scraggly around his withered frame, and his eyes were dull and grey. He was old, and alone.

And as Strange-Eyes came closer, he caught a whiff of a long-forgotten scent.

And a glimpse of a pale white ruff of fur that he knew all too well.

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Pale-Beard was seventy-two seasons old, and he would never hunt again.

He had wandered on his own for countless seasons, living off scraps. He was old, and weak. And alone.

He, in his long, lone wandering, had happened upon a cozy patch of land, close to the ocean, that was rich in small, slow creatures scuttling on the shore he could catch and eat to sustain himself. Long gone were the days when his mighty jaws and deadly wood-tooth could pierce the hides of the greatest of grazer-beasts.

To his dismay, however, he saw in the distance, a pack of baywulves, their ears pricked up and alert, their tails held high and wary. He was trespassing on claimed land, and he knew he was not welcome.

The leader, a great young male bigger than himself, approached in a fast pace, and Pale-Beard prepared to run, as fast as his weathered paws could carry him. He'd had hostile run-ins with other packs, who did not appreciate the presence of an old wanderer. Some were kind enough to politely tell him off. Others responded fiercely, armed with wood-teeth. This seemed at first the latter.

Yet as the lead male came close, tailed from a distance by his mate bearing a wood-tooth, he saw the unmistakable eyes.

One pale blue like the morning sky, one light brown like the clay and soil.

"Strange-Eyes?" he called out, which halted the bigger male's advance.

"Pale-Beard?" came the reply with a quizzical tilt of his head. "Father?"

Sharpstripe rushed forward in defense of her mate, bearing her wood-tooth in the event of a scuffle. Yet to her surprise, it wasn't a conflict at all, but a reunion, as Strange-Eyes, fierce hunter as he was, yelped gleefully like a pup, rubbing his snout against the intruder, or rather, visitor's, head, in a fond display of affection. Sticking her wood-tooth into the ground, she cautiously approached.

"Son. You are big." called the elder. "Bigger even than me."

"You taught me to be strong," he replied. "Now I have my pack."

He led him to the direction of his mate. "Sharpstripe. And more."

Thus was the surprise of Switch-Eyes, standing guard to his younger siblings, when his father and mother returned with another. A grizzled old male, whom they seemed to oddly welcome. He knew to trust them and their intuition, and so he let him close.

"Switch-Eyes. Sunbeam. Brushtail. Shade. And two more," Sharpstripe introduced to the elder, as he sniffed each of them one by one, welcoming, learning their new scent.

"All healthy. All strong," Pale-Beard beamed with pride. "You learned well."

Strange-Eyes wasted no time at hurrying to the grazer-beast carcass and tearing off a rear limb with a forceful twist. He then turned, and offered it, gently, to his father.

"There is food. Eat now."

As Pale-Beard tucked into his first decent meal in days, the others had plenty of questions to ask.

"Why come? Where from? Family?" Strange-Eyes asked.

"Brothers, sisters, all left. Have own packs now," answered Pale-Beard, chewing. "Mother...gone." Strange-Eyes's ears and tail drooped forlornly at the news.

Pale-Beard morosely dropped the cleaned bone.

"I...alone."

The pack fell silent, and looked to Strange-Eyes.

Strange-Eyes approached and laid down by his father's side, offering him a reassuring lick to the snout. "You can stay."

It was uncommon, though not unheard of, for southhound packs to keep their elders around. Most just lived solitary lives once their young had all dispersed and their mate had died, living off carcasses and bugs and whatever scraps they can find, for as long as nature permitted.

Yet Strange-Eyes couldn't find it in himself to send him off again, though Pale-Beard would have obliged.

"Stay?" questioned Pale-Beard. "I am old. I can not hunt. Meat for me...save for young ones." He laid down, solemnly. "I have nothing to give for Strange-Eyes pack. I will leave."

"In wild, you will die," Sharpstripe warned.

"If time, is time." whimpered Pale-Beard in resignation. He rose to his wizened old paws and began to head away.

"Wait," called Strange-Eyes. "Give stories."

"Give stories to young ones, like stories to me. Learn much, from you. They learn too. Learn from you."

Strange-Eyes bounded forward to block his father's path, preventing him from leaving. He leaned against him, silently pleading, and Sharpstripe followed suit, on the opposite side of the elder.

Seeing his parents in utmost ease with the newcomer, Switch-Eyes joined them, leading the two youngest pups closer to the huddle. Sunbeam and Brushtail soon followed, and even Shade, usually fierce and mean, came close to partake of the warm pile.

It had been many, many seasons since Pale-Beard had felt the warmth of a family.

"We are story-telling hunt-beasts, and we tell stories," echoed Strange-Eyes, to the words his father once said.

"We are story-telling hunt-beasts, and we have many stories yet to be told."

In the unforgiving wilds of nature's untamed order, the weak that fell behind were prey. To other beasts, to the elements, to the world itself. This was the way of the savage beasts, where each stood for themselves. Yet they were a beast uncommon in the world. The old, though weak, were cherished for their wisdom. They were cherished for the lessons they can teach, the experiences they had.

And they were cherished, because they were family.

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Dawn broke upon the coast, and Alpha, the great yellow sun, rose from the inland horizon of the continent. Its partner, Beta, was now nowhere in sight, now bringing Beta-twilight to the opposite half of the world, in the middle of midwinter.

In the cold, blustery plains, just slightly offshore and blanketed with windswept grass, six small figures emerged from their warm den to begin their hunt.

First was Strange-Eyes himself, leader of the hunt, and Sharpstripe, bearer of the wood-tooth, followed by Switch-Eyes, eldest and mentor. For now, eight seasons old, Sunbeam, Brushtail and Shade were to take on their first hunt as the great grazer-beasts migrated south. With some experience, the team of six, working as one, could soon bring down bigger prey, and provide a heartier meal to the ones waiting back home.

Two little young ones and an old one.

And as they waited in the den for the return of the rest with spoils of food to be shared, they would pass the time with stories.

Stories to remember the past, stories to wonder at the present, stories to teach about the future.

Stories told as lessons. Stories told for leisure. Stories told to preserve the memory of those before.

For Pale-Beard, at seventy-four seasons old, would never hunt again.

But he was still a story-telling hunt-beast--

And he had many stories yet to be told.

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#speculative evolution #speculative biology #spec evo #speculative zoology #hamster's paradise #the calliducyon saga

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Abra/Kadabra/Alakazam Headcanons

(Gamefreak only provides so much information so I guess I gotta take things into my own hands. These are all based off the games, save for the egg designs because I do what I want.)

Biology

The line’s scientific name is Bestia magica (approx. ”beast that uses magic”). The Bestia genus includes many other bipedal plated “kaiju” Pokemon, such as Rhyhorn and Kangaskhan.

The Abra line is omnivorous/insectivorous.

Out in the wild, they eat fruits, veggies, and some types of fungi. They will also occasionally hunt small and weak bug-types.

In captivity, they can enjoy most of the foods their trainers do. They also enjoy frozen treats like shaved ice and ice cream (though they can only have dairy if it’s lactose free).

Their average lifespan is 65 years out in the wild, due in part to their frail nature. In captivity, they can live up to 110 years, with some individuals living as long as 130 years.

The line’s body texture is similar to armadillos; the brown areas of their bodies are covered in thick, leathery plating. This helps protect their otherwise frail bodies.

The rest of the skin is rough in most places, but the underside of their chins and tails are very soft.

Abra and Kadabra used to be semi-arboreal a long time ago; their tails are prehensile to help with climbing and their three-toed claws are designed to grasp tree branches. They can still sometimes be seen in trees gathering berries.

They’ve evolved to prioritize their psychic abilities. On the plus side, this gives them some of the most powerful psychokinesis of any Pokemon (outside of legendaries), but on the minus side, they’re very frail health-wise, with issues such as:

Joint problems/arthritis, which is especially common in Alakazam

Semi-hollow bones that break easily (though a combo of recover and levitation allows them to heal remarkably fast)

Frequent headaches, especially with Kadabra

Issues with muscle atrophy and strain

Badly-designed legs (the reason they levitate all the time is because walking too much can seriously mess up their knees)

Their long whiskers are highly sensitive and are used to sense changes in psychic energy, which helps them avoid attacks.

Males have evolved longer whiskers to impress females (and other males from time to time). While the female’s whiskers are shorter on average, they’re more sensitive.

Kadabra store energy in their tails in the form of fat, similar to a gecko. This allows a well-fed Kadabra to go as long as long as a month without eating.

While the entire line’s heads never stop growing, Alakazam’s grows the fastest, at an average of ~1 cm (.7 in) per year.

The largest Alakazam skull (relative to size) on record was from a 117 year old individual. It was 3 feet (.9 m) long from the back of the head to the snout at the time of its passing. The skull was donated to and currently resides at the National Museum of Nature in Kanto.

If an Abra doesn’t get enough sleep, they can temporarily lose their psychic abilities until they sleep again. They can permanently lose both their abilities and their psychic typing if they stay awake more than 12 hours.

These normal-type Abra don’t need as much sleep, but they’re also unable to evolve into Alakazam.

While they can evolve into Kadabra, they tend to have more muscle and other adaptations to make them less frail, possibly to compensate for their lack of abilities.

Evolution/Mega Evolution

The line used to be two stages several thousand years ago. Alakazam is a relatively recent evolution and is thought to be caused by the line’s rapidly developing psychic abilities.

The ring on an Abra’s tail will start to glow when they near evolution (likewise, a Kadabra’s markings also glow right before they evolve).

The amount of sleep they need gradually decreases as well, dropping from 18–20 hours a day to about 12 as a result of their strengthening minds.

Like other “trade” evolutions, Kadabra rely on changing social interactions to evolve; specifically, they evolve through learning and training with others.

This can be easily accomplished in captivity via trade, loaning them temporarily to another trainer, or via linking cord (which simulates the energy they receive from the former).

In the wild, evolution is usually achieved by a Kadabra leaving its original home to travel, join another group, or train under a more powerful psychic-type. They’ve also been known to evolve via self-enlightenment, but this is rare.

Kadabra have been known to enter a meditative state before attempting to evolve where they won’t eat for long periods of time, instead relying on the stored nutrients in their tails.

When they evolve, the stored fat in their tails is burned up to fuel the evolution. The subsequent lack of tails make Alakazam much faster and lighter.

Alakazam are considered easy-to-medium level Pokemon to mega evolve, as many individuals strive for the heightened abilities mega evolution brings. They also have few physical or mental problems as a result.

The biggest physical issue is that their muscles completely atrophy in order to better enhance their minds. This does not cause them pain (merely a tingling pins-and-needles sensation), but makes it harder for them to physically move their bodies.

This atrophy makes them even more fragile than normal, so trainers should pay close attention to their Pokemon’s condition and recall them immediately if they’re showing any signs of serious pain.

Mentally, they almost always stay lucid due to their high intelligence. However, the shock of their heightened mental state combined with the future events they see can sometimes lead to declines in mental health, so it’s important to offer support if they need it.

Social Behaviors

A group of Abra/Kadabra/Alakazam is known as a hocus.

Kadabra and Alakazam have little respect for non-psychics, especially out in the wild, making battling them before capture extremely important. If properly impressed by a trainer, however, they will be loyal to the end.

They can also be impressed by trainers who capture them with stealth, as this requires precise control over one’s thoughts.

They are intelligent enough to be approached peacefully, but this requires calm and clear thinking.

The line is incredibly curious by nature. On rare occasions, they’ve been known to approach people in the wild to investigate things like Pokedexes or cameras.

The line makes a wide variety of noises, primarily trills and rasps. These sounds are used mostly to communicate with other Pokemon, as they almost exclusively use telepathy to talk to each other.

Their vocal cords are relatively underdeveloped because of this, so what noises they do make tend to be soft.

Due to the line’s incredibly high intelligence, they can learn to communicate fluently with their trainers via telepathy. However, this tends to be incredibly migraine-inducing for non-psychics, so they tend not to do this to avoid accidentally hurting anyone.

With that said, many trainers will learn sign language alongside their Pokemon instead, which allows for equally fluent communication without the migraines.

Some also prefer to just grin and bear it, as the human mind will eventually gain immunity to the waves that cause the migraines through long-term exposure.

Abra/Kadabra/Alakazam either live together in groups of 30–60, known as colonies, or will stake out on their own to look for a trainer.

While historically they’ve been known to create structures to live in, in recent times they tend to just occupy abandoned human buildings instead. Individuals on their own may take shelter in caves.

Colonies are typically lead by an alpha, oftentimes but not always an Alakazam. Unlike many other Pokemon lead by alphas, leaders can be replaced if the rest of the colony is unsatisfied with their performance.

It’s estimated that over 80% of wild Abra will partner with a human at some point in their life, due to a natural desire to learn and improve their abilities.

Like many psychic-types, the line shows affection by pressing their foreheads against the heads of Pokemon and people they like.

Smiling is not part of the species natural body language. However, they tend to pick it up after being around humans.

Abra only teleport if they feel unsafe. With that said, many trainers will attach trackers to them in case they teleport and become lost.

While Alakazam are several times smarter than humans, their average IQ is closer to 400–500 rather than 5,000.

The latter number comes from a discredited study that used computers. It’s believed that the computer glitched out due the Pokemon’s alpha waves, producing a number one digit higher than what it should have been.

Abra need a good deal of enrichment, even when asleep. Spoons make excellent toys as they can practice using their abilities on them, and small puzzles like rubik's cubes give them something to toy with while dozing.

Kadabra are just as intelligent as humans and need just as much daily enrichment. Otherwise, they become frustrated, destructive, and will stop listening to their trainers entirely. Some may even return to the wild.

Many psychic-type shops carry various kinds of puzzles and brain teasers, which do a good job of keeping them entertained. Training is also an excellent way to keep them enriched and to help them learn better control.

Alakazam are much better at keeping themselves enriched via things like meditation and training. They also enjoy reading; many libraries will allow Alakazam to check out books on their own if they have their trainer’s library card.

Many trainers have also found that pairing the line with other intelligent Pokemon, such as Metagross or Oranguru, helps keep them stimulated.

Alakazam are so intelligent that many find themselves unable to find a trainer that can outperform them. Because of this, it’s not unheard of for them to become trainers themselves, oftentimes using hypnosis to disguise themselves as humans.

A particularly famous psychic-type gym leader in Kanto was actually an Alakazam. If impressed by the challenger’s performance, they would reveal their true appearance and act as their own last Pokemon.

While Alakazam are some of the smartest Pokemon out there, Metagross are more intelligent than them. However, Metagross’ brains work more like a computer while Alakazam’s work more like a human’s, so while a Metagross will always beat them at chess, an Alakazam will always beat them at philosophy.

Spoons

The Abra line makes spoons as a way to focus their strong psychic energy. Otherwise, their powers are significantly weakened and they may have strange effects on surrounding objects.

They have been creating spoons for a long time. It’s believed by some that humanity may have learned to make spoons from watching Kadabra.

Spoons are made the most often, as they have a handle for easy holding and a concave surface that aids with focus. However, different individuals have different preferences in tools, and everything from forks and knives to non-utensils like pendants have been observed.

The line creates their spoons with their psychic abilities. This is difficult to do correctly and takes a good deal of concentration.

Alakazam can create spoons frequently without issue, but newly-evolved Kadabra oftentimes can’t. Instead, they’ll usually be given a spoon by an older Kadabra or Alakazam.

In captivity, trainers can buy their Abras spoons either before or after evolving. If they don’t have a spoon already and they evolve during a battle, they may teleport one from wherever’s closest as a temporary solution (more than one person has has their spoon stolen in the middle of eating ice cream).

The spoons they create are 100% pure silver, which channels and amplifies psychic energy. A spoon made of any other kind of metal, even something that's silver in color like stainless steel, won’t work as well.

Each spoon has an intricate pattern on the handle that’s unique to the individual that created it. All individuals have different preferences regarding their spoons, whether making their own or inheriting them from somewhere else.

Spoons wear out over time and get replaced when they become too warped or bent.

While it’s typical for Abra to have no spoons, Kadabra to have one spoon, and Alakazam to have two spoons, the amount they carry depends on how powerful their abilities are. Because of this, it’s possible for an Abra that chooses not to evolve to carry a spoon, an abnormally week Alakazam to only carry one spoon, ect.

The amount of residual psychic energy left in used spoons causes the mind to perceive food as tasting better than usual when eaten with them. For this reason, authentic Kadabra/Alakazam spoons are highly sought after by restaurants; however, they are hard to obtain, as they only give out their spoons to people they trust deeply.

Eggs/Breeding

Kadabra and Alakazam have human-like dating habits. Typically, they will date for a year or two before settling down, but breakups, “divorces”, ect. have all been observed.

They will create special spoons for their loved ones, which have specific designs and patterns relating to their partners. If accepted by their mates they signal the start of a serious relationship, similar to how rings work in human culture.

The line stays with their partners for their entire lives. They are typically monogamous, but polygamous couples aren’t unheard of.

They’ve been known to accept partners of all species in their egg group. Outside of their species, pairings with the Meditite, Ralts (mostly in Galar), and Machop lines are the most common. Pairings with the Gothita line are frequent in captivity as well.

Due to their fragile nature, Kadabra and Alakazam only ever create one egg at a time, and will typically only reproduce once or twice in their lifetime.

Abra eggs are yellow with a single brownish-purple ring around the middle.

Wild Kadabra and Alakazam that are traveling on their own tend to place their eggs in very obscure areas that are hard to reach without teleportation; high levels of abandoned skyscrapers are a favorite of theirs, though they also will use cliffs or deep caves. Otherwise, they raise their eggs in their colonies.

Somewhat unusually, the line does not incubate their eggs with their body heat (though Kadabra will sometimes wrap their tails around them when it’s extra cold out). Instead, they use old scavenged blankets, beds, and other soft materials to insulate the egg.

The parents will sometimes leave the egg alone to go get food or supplies. However, they carefully monitor it with their psychic abilities. More than one trainer has gotten attacked for trying to take an egg they thought was abandoned, only to have the parent teleport behind them.

Abra learn to teleport at a very young age. So young, in fact, that some researchers have observed eggs teleporting short distances when bothered.

Eggs hatch after about a week, which is considered a medium incubation period by Pokemon standards. However, breeders frequently have problems with baby Abra “sleeping in” and hatching weeks after they’re supposed to.

Similar to cats, Abra are effectively born blind. They will become strong enough to open their eyes after about three days.

To keep pace with their parents, immature Abra cling to their backs (or tails, if they’re still a Kadabra) until they learn how to levitate.

Mature Abra will sometimes cling to the backs of trainers they’ve bonded with. While very cute, this can also be painful due to their hind claws being quite sharp.

Abra are taken care of by one or both of their parents until they reach maturity after about 5 years. After that point, they may stay in their colony, or they may choose to wander and find a trainer.

Pop Culture/Mythology

The line is oftentimes used in magic shows and other stage performances, as they understand human speech and have a flair for the dramatic. Their kinesis can also be used for many different types of special effects.

Marketing:

A cleaning product company had a successfully television campaign featuring an Alakazam choosing their products over the competitor’s, to illustrate that they were the “smart choice”.

At least one major book publisher uses a silhouette of an Alakazam’s head as their logo.

A mattress company has sported an Abra in their logo for over 100 years, modeled after the owner’s own Abra.

There are cards used to help detect psychic abilities in young children that were modeled after Kadabra’s markings.

For a long time, the strange effects Kadabra had on their environment caused people to believe they brought bad luck, or even that they were outright demonic in nature.

Thankfully, further scientific studies have confirmed the strange happenings are merely a side effect of the alpha waves they produce, and this myth has mostly died out in all but the most superstitious circles.

While less commonly believed now than it used to be, a common old wives’ tale claims that children that can’t control their psychic abilities will transform into a Kadabra in their sleep.

These rumors originate from a few first-hand reports around the 1500s, which detailed how a powerful psychic child supposedly woke up as a Kadabra.

While there is evidence to support that a Kadabra was living with the boy’s family (which was very usual at the time) and that their child did disappear, there is no way to verify whether or not said Kadabra was ever human.

It also doesn’t help that many of the reports conflict with each other. Some say the child was killed by the town, some say they left to live in the wild with the other Abra, some say they evolved, ect ect.

In addition, many of the lines’ old oral histories state that the first Kadabra were humans that changed to become more powerful once humanity’s psychic powers started waning.

These rumors were the inspiration behind a short story called The Transformation (sort of like the Pokemon version of Kafka), which has won several awards and is considered a piece of classic literature.

The basic plot is that a boy with uncontrollable psychic abilities wakes up as a Kadabra. His parents give him an everstone and send him to a psychic research lab. Their tests inflict a serious back injury, which causes him to accidentally destroy the lab with his powers. His parents eventually end up trading him as he decides he wants to remain a Kadabra, and the story ends with him discarding the everstone he was given.

Because of this book, many classic lit fans have a Kadabra as their companion.

#pokemon #pkmn #pokemon worldbuilding #pokemon headcanons #abra #kadabra #alakazam #outdesign posts things #outdesign has headcanons #long post #THIS IS. SO LONG SORRY #someone's gotta write 170 paragraphs of abra lore and it sure isn't gonna be gamefreak #might end up doing these for a few more of my favs some of them have like two whole sentences of info about them

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sxugaryx · 7 months

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Mud is thicker than water (Fanfic)

A new chapter of my Lies of p Fanfic series (´ ω `♡)

The Cathedral was still being rebuilt, most parts of it were completely destroyed after all, construction had been going well, until recently. Sightings of a monster had been reported at the Path of Pilgrim, tales of a beast attacking the people of the slums, There were no major injuries so far thankfully, but the people who had encountered the creature had left with markings and scratches.

The reports mentioned that the creature looked like a bear, but bigger and more dangerous, with green ooze dripping on its sides.

Most likely a petrification monster that went unnoticed until now, at least with the new cure, the people attacked were not in danger of being infected, yet that still didn’t change the fact that a dangerous creature was lurking and lives were in danger.

Pinocchio read about this in the newspaper, a reward of a reasonable amount of money was being offered as a reward to whoever took the life of the beast, not a life-changing amount but a good sum of money. Pinocchio didn’t care about the money, he wanted to go to protect others, with his skills, it would be easy for him to deal with the creature, as he had done it before. After getting himself ready with one of his weapons, supplies, and a few “Pretty please can I go?” to Geppetto, his father relented and let him go.

“I trust you’ll come back safe, but please, be careful”

Pinocchio nodded and alongside Gemini rushed out the door.

“And don’t get too dirty and ruin those clothes!” For some reason, Pinocchio had chosen to wear one of the more, expensive outfits he had bought him recently, perhaps he needs to teach him the value of knowing what to wear and what not to wear in each situation.

——-

Once they arrived at the Path of Pilgrim, he wasted no time looking everywhere he could for the monster, Pinocchio would just wander around in each direction, Gemini constantly scolding him to keep track of where he was so he wouldn’t get lost. “Should I make bear noises to make it come out?” Pinocchio thought to himself, but he would probably look pretty stupid doing that, and he wasn’t sure it would work.

For three hours they wandered around, nothing to be found. They were at the top of a hill, now, maybe with high ground, Pinocchio could have a better view.

“Ugh! Where is that stupid bear?!” Pinocchio shouted in the air.

“So much for the many sightings” Gemini chirped, he was frustrated as well.

Suddenly Pinocchio heard movement on the ground behind him, he quickly drew his weapon and turned around to face the danger.

“Woah, woah, calm down puppet boy, it’s us!”

The Black cat said, his sister was next to him, Pinocchio gave a sigh of relief and lowered his guard, although he kept his weapon drawn, not that he would attack them, but in case real danger came, it was better to keep it by his hand. “I’m sorry, you scared me,” Pinocchio said.

“What are the two of you doing here?” Gemini’s tone was hostile, not expecting them to be there just to have a nice stroll.

“We are here as probably the same reason you are here, looking for the monster that lays here” The Red Fox spoke up.

“Yeah we are here for the money” The Black Cat followed up, his sister punched him on the side with small force, her idiot brother always being too blunt.

“Money isn’t everything in life… but money does let you live a good life, surely you understand why we are after this bounty” The Red Fox had finesse in her words.

“Isn’t this why you are here as well puppet boy?” The Black Cat asked.

“Well, yes but I’m not here for the money”

“Hey, he has a name you know?” Gemini spoke up from his cage. “And Pinocchio is a good boy, he isn’t selfish like the two of you”

“That’s right, Pinocchio is your name, how rude of us not to call you by your name” They had met plenty of times, so there was no need to keep up with the pet names for him. Although there was no need for him to know their names, they were stalkers, they had given up their names long ago, The Red Fox had explained this to Pinocchio before, and the boy didn’t mind, he was too understanding, or maybe he didn’t care how names worked in general.

“Pinocchio is a stupid name…” her brother whispered. She shushed him and gave him a look, finally taking the hint to behave himself.

“Well we are all here together again, didn’t I tell you our paths might cross again? Fate must be on our side” The Red Fox paused and continued, “What have you been up to Pinnochio?”

Pinocchio smiled, eager to talk, he had been so bored until now. “Last week it was my birthday!” Pinocchio was excited, looking forward to telling them all about it.

“Really? Good for you” The Black Cat replied, “wait, how old are you?” He was curious, he actually had no idea about the full situation Pinocchio found himself in, for all he knew, Geppetto could have built him before the crisis started.

“It was the anniversary of when I awoke, so um” He paused “I guess I’m one year old, I had a lot of fun at my party! It was at the hotel and-“

The Black Cat had started to tune out Pinocchio, he talked and talked about his birthday party, his sister was the one who made the small talk, he was never good at small talk; he had been pretty rude until that point, and it’s not as if he didn’t like Pinocchio, he owned him his life, he restored his sight, and even after kidnapping his father, he held no ill will against them, he was truly a kind soul, they gave him a small gift but that was nothing, how could he and his sister ever repay all he had done for them?

It’s just that he is so… annoying, ugh, now that he heard he is only one year old it all made sense to him, every time he talked with Pinocchio it was like talking to a little kid, and he wasn’t fond of kids, he didn’t hate them or anything but he just doesn’t know how to deal with them, and they are annoying, like Pinocchio. But in a way, he envied his innocence, despite everything the world had thrown his way, despite how cruel the world can be, Pinocchio always stayed kind, he never let the cruelty of the world affect how he treated others, and unfortunately the same couldn’t be said for him, a part of him wished that the situation between him and his sister was different, he felt he was always dragging her down, when he almost became blind, he told her to just leave him to die, he would only hold her down.

She slapped him when he told her that, not the playful hits she would give him from time to time, “What the hell are you saying?! Never say that again! Never!”. She cared for him, she loved him too much, they were siblings after all, and he there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her, his feelings of inadequacy never died down, at least he knew, that their bond was inseparable.

His thoughts were interrupted, and the conversation was interrupted as well, by a loud piercing roar, loud enough that the earth shook around them. The monster had heard them and approached to attack. The siblings drew their weapons as well, it had been a long time since they all fought together, their attacks were coordinated, and few words had to be exchanged, the three of them were skilled fighters, and with their combined strength, the beast wouldn’t stand a chance, yet it still was no easy task, it took plenty of blows from both sides for the beast to finally fall down, it gave a fierce cry and it’s massive body feel into the floor, shaking the ground one last time.

“Great! We did it!” Pinocchio celebrated, but the celebration was cut short. As the ground didn’t stop shaking. They looked up to see huge boulders falling, directly towards them.

“RUN!” The Red Fox shouted at them. They all began to run down the hill, the giant rocks close by, Pinocchio was at the front, his stamina was almost endless with his mechanical body, behind him was The Red Fox, and behind her was The Black Cat.

“Brother quick, turn up the pace!”

“I know! I know!”

The Black Cat tried to run faster, but it was hard, the terrain was filled with gravel and dirty, with stones here and there, not ideal for running.

“Quick, to the left!” Gemini saw up ahead, the road down divided in two, going right down would mean getting crushed, a dead-end lead there, the left lead to a small body of water, and the true path to safety. They turned around swiftly, avoiding the boulder, Pinocchio and The Red Fox turned around fine, but when he turned, The Black Cat tripped and fell, falling down and going down the hill, taking Pinocchio down with him, both rolling down the hill, until they landed on the small body of water up head, face planting in the mud-filled water.

“Pinocchio are you alright?!” Gemini asked.

“I’m fine!” It’s okay everything was fine.

“MMmmMm” The Black Cat tried to speak but Pinocchio was on top of him, as soon as he realized, Pinocchio stood up from the ground, apologizing profusely. The Black Cat stood up, “well I have no one to blame by myself” he thought. “Aren’t you going to ask if I’m fine?” He asked his sister.

“Oh you are fine and you know it, we’ve been through worse”. She teased him, he was pouting under that mask, and she loved teasing him like that. She helped his brother get back.

“At least the people are going to be safe now” Pinocchio was happy about it.

“Yes, the day has been saved, it’s nice fighting alongside you Pinocchio” The Red Fox had many thoughts in her mind, how many times now had he come to their aid? She felt lucky to have Pinocchio by her side today, she then realized, that she trusted him, for the longest time, she couldn’t trust anyone, anyone but her brother, and it wasn’t just trust she felt; she felt safe around him, she felt like she could count on him, and he could count on her no matter the situation.

“Pinocchio, do you have any siblings?”

“Huh?” Pinocchio was caught off guard by the question. Carlo was his brother, even if he never met him, he saw him as his brother, but should he say that? Carlo was gone, he didn’t want to make the mood uncomfortable.

“Well, I don’t know if you do, but how would you feel if we became your siblings?”

“For real?” The Black Cat said, not that he was opposed to the idea.

“We could be like your unofficial big sister and brother, what do you think about that?”

There were sparkles in Pinnochio’s eyes. “Really?! Really?!” He was excited, he gasped for air. “Of course! I’d love to!” Pinocchio almost pulled both into a hug, but The Black Cat raised his arm against it, putting his palm to stop him.

“Not now… my back still hurts” The Black Cat put his hands on his back and applied force, a cracking sound was heard, and he rubbed his back as well, maybe it was nothing to Pinocchio but the same couldn’t be said for him.

Gemini didn’t say anything, he still didn’t like them, but he could see now that Pinocchio was important to them, important enough to see him as family, so he stayed silent, if it made Pinocchio happy, then it made him happy.

The Black Cat got closer to Pinocchio and gently touched his face “By the way brother… you don’t mind if we cash the bounty ourselves right?”

Gemini groaned inside his mind.

“Not at all! I just wanted to help!”

The stalkers nodded at him and began to ascend back up, to claim the reward, they needed the body as proof, as they went up and out of Pinocchio’s sight, he could faintly hear them complain about how much of a pain it was going to be to bring it back down, a part of him wanted to offer help to his newfound siblings, but it was getting late, and he didn’t want to worry his father any longer.

———-

“Father I’m home”

Geppetto turned to look at the door, seeing his son.

“Pinocchio what happened to you?! Look at you, you are completely filthy”

Pinocchio had now realized how dirty he was, not only his clothes but his entire body was covered in mud, his hair was tangled, with small tree branches stuck on it as well, and his shirt was torn in some parts.

“Ah well… I sort of fell, but I got the monster!” He didn’t mention anything about his new siblings he didn’t want to make him even more mad, his father would jump to conclusions and make assumptions.

“You are taking a bath right now” Pinocchio took one step into the house, “and be careful where you step, don’t let the house get dirty as well”

Geppetto dragged him into the shower.

“Father I can bathe by myself!” He pouted.

He did shower by himself, but unfortunately, he couldn’t untangle the hair by himself, it took an hour with the help of his father to completely untangle it, an hour of his father scolding him.

“Do you know how expensive those clothes were? You’re grounded, you aren’t allowed to go out this weekend” He sighed, and started to lecture him about what to wear and what not to wear, specially when fighting or doing hard work. “Seriously son? I thought you would have learned by now not to get all dirty like that” Back when Pinocchio was saving Krat, he would show up at the hotel much like he did today, Geppetto would scold him and make him shower, it always made Gemini laugh, Gemini could also tell the others found it quite amusing when Pinocchio had to be dragged to be cleaned, Sophia particularly always had a wide grin on her face, trying not to laugh.

That night, Pinocchio was in his room, he looked at the stand where he kept his toys, Pinocchio took the keychain that was given to him a while back, and he looked at the eyes of the felted cat and fox.

“Be careful out there” he said to the two of them.

#lies of p #lop #liesofp #lies of p game #lies of p pinocchio #lies of p fanfic #lies of p geppetto #lies of p gemini #lies of p black cat #lies of p red fox #this is in ao3 too #ao3 link

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Name: Simon Noble

Race: Human/Deathclaw

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Physical Information

Height: 6'1

Weight: 150lbs

Build: Slender

Hair Color: Redwood

Unusual Markings/Defining Features: Slited eyes and forked tongue

Eye Color: Yellow

Skin Color: White

Psychological Information

Personality: Simon is a bit of a pacifist , he is a bit paranoid and distrustful of other humans. He worries if he gets close to someone he will hurt them

Background

Place of Origin: Enclave control station

Date of Birth: Verse Dependent :

Backstory: Siimon Noble was a bit of a mad scientist and the enclave knew this. Known for his work in genetics, He was tasked with the hybridization of humans and wasteland creatures. However, Nothing seemed to be working. So like any mad scientist Simon chose to do the experiments on himself by splicing his own dna with that of a death claw as well exposing himself to the fev. As a result, the scientist soon found that when angered or provoked, his body and brain would transform into a huge, rage-fueled, primitive-minded creature known which he named the beast. So now having a change of heart he wanders the wastes not trying to provoke the monster within hoping to live as normal of a life as possible.

Name: Fjord the Barbarian

Race: Human

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Physical Information

Height: 6'2

Weight: 250 lbs

Build: Viking/Barbarian, Huge with defined muscles

Hair Color: golden blonde

Unusual Markings/Defining Features: Three scars that run from his left shoulder to his left pectoral muscle; he got it fighting a deathclaw. Runes tattoos running down the his left side (courage, luck, strength, protection, agility, good health, and safe travels)

Eye Color: Blue

Skin Color: Tanned

Psychological Information

Personality: Fjord is a kind man at heart. But life has been hard and the wastes have made him a bit of a brute, he believes it is his duty to protect the wastes and it's inhabitants. He is also a bit chivalrous when it comes to women.

Likes: Liquor especially Ale, Nuka cola (all forms), Deathclaw meat, roughing it out in the wastes, the thrill of battle, and animalistic sex with his partner

Dislikes: The Legion, Deathclaws, Raiders, Slavers, People who use there power over others.

Background

Place of Origin: Ancient Lands (Unknown)

Date of Birth: Verse Dependent

Backstory

Fjord truly believes he is a descendant of Grognak the barbarian (a fictional character created by Hubris Comics) and is able to recite all of Grognak's tales. He does not know much about his past but he tells people he was born on a battlefield and was the son of a blacksmith. He is honorable and has a sense of enduring loyalty. In contrast to his brooding ancestor, Grognak, he has a sense of humour. He possesses great strength, combativeness, intelligence, agility, and endurance.

Fjord was a strong man of very little needs who enjoyed reading his Grognak comics he has collected during his travels in the wastes but one fateful day his life changed and he was almost killed by Caesar's legion. When he woke up he was in a doctor's care in a small town, unsure of who he is or what happened to him his brain did its best to make a new personality for him. He left the town and is now just wandering around the wasteland, pursuing any quest as he is characterized as chivalric due to his penchant to save damsels in distress, He prefers to use blades and fight hand to hand to defend himself from the dangers of the wastelands.

#fallout 1 rp #fallout 2 rp #fallout 3 rp #fallout 4 rp #fallout oc #fallout nv rp

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bitterkarmaa · 1 year

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“How are you here?” Eclipse’s voice is tense, but still diluted by drowsiness, as he had, of course, just woken up. Red eyes peer over exposed metal paneling, the clothing that would normally adorn the much larger animatronic having become tattered by time and wear. Eclipse doesn’t receive an answer at first, watching the other figure carefully as it makes it’s way across the room, one unsteady step at a time.

If he said he didn’t sympathize, he’d be lying. But having yet another thing in common with the beast before him makes him sick, so he buries that realization beneath another layer of denial.

“Could…ask you the same…” It’s words are sluggish, raspy, tone having lost it’s demonic edge over the years, in it’s place a vivid memory engraved so deeply in Eclipse that he can’t help but flinch. It spares him little more than a glance as he does.

“You could’ve left me there. They would’ve found me eventually.” Eclipse mutters, dusting off one of his sleeves as his eye darts around the room cautiously. Cement, an old computer, a moldy mattress and sheets laid up against a rusty bed frame…it resembles a prison rather than a living space. Is this where it’s been all this time?

“And you know how I’m here. You…you brought me here.” He adds, earning a ragged chuckle. It plays absentmindedly with some sort of cable or wire that was laying on the desk beside the computer, staring blankly at the wall, vacant eyes lost in the cracks and water damage.

“Changed. You’ve…changed…”

Eclipse stiffens, one of his hands balling into a fist at his side. He may not be standing, or even the least bit intimidating to this thing, but he sure as hell won’t be trapped here without any complaints.

“And why would you care? You haven’t. That’s why I want nothing to do with you.” He snaps, but it only seems amused, throwing it’s head back in a dramatic show of laughter as it cackles like a madman.

“Eclipse, Eclipse, Eclipse….” It repeats, voice hitching as if, instead of outright speaking the name each time, it simply plays the same voice line again, and again, and again. Like a broken record.

Eclipse narrows his eyes as it sets the cable back onto the desk, turning to face him with a half-smile that doesn’t reach its eyes. Half of its faceplate is torn off, jagged edges of the remaining side adorned with scratch marks that sharpen the pieces into dangerously sharp points, as if it planned to rip it’s remaining face off and use it as a sawblade if needed. Despite only having half a face, it’s red eyes still seem to follow Eclipse, equally responsive. For a moment, he feels wronged, as if this thing having sight in both of its eyes is taking away his right to have the same.

Suddenly, it is standing before him, long, sharp claws clinking against each other as they twitch threateningly at its sides. Eclipse stares up at it with wide eyes, moving back as much as he can, cursing the ache in his joints and the spinning sensation throwing his balance off every time he tries to move.

His hand slips. He falls back. He hits the floor, hard, unable to move or vent as he stares, dazed and afraid, up at the monster parents warn their children about at night.

It reaches out to him, and he barely manages to bring his arms up to shield his face, shutting his eyes tightly in preparation for the wave of pain he will surely feel soon enough.

But it doesn’t come. Instead, gentle claws rest on his arms, guiding them away from their protective positions, which makes him want to scream and cry and swat it away like a toddler.

To his surprise, it makes no move to take advantage of his vulnerability. Instead, it slips a claw under his head and lifts his face up, examining the claw marks that adorn it.

“What did this…?” It asks lowly, small black dots appearing in it’s normally plain, empty red eyes. It is looking right at him.

Eclipse swallows back his fear and shoves it’s hand off of him. It makes no move to approach again, instead staring expectantly at him.

“An old project. Failed project, obviously.” Eclipse snaps defensively, bringing his hand up feel his neck and check for anything it could’ve left there. A tracker, some other device meant for a torment that Eclipse won’t tolerate right now. It doesn’t matter. Just something.

It simply hums.

“Old project…back-up, I presume?” It asks, making Eclipse uneasy.

“Yeah…a back-up…” He mutters in response, and it takes more self-control than he thought he had to hold back his rage when it barks out another laugh.

“Yes, well…that wasn’t the only back-up…yes?”

Eclipse narrows his eyes again. “What are you playing at?”

It’s half-mouth turns up into another half-smile, this time sharper, more crazed.

“Amusing. Copies, endless copies. Endless copies without a single controller.”

“What do you MEAN?!” Eclipse raises his voice, claws scraping against the concrete floor beneath him.

Before he can think, it is leaning over him again, grasping at his face with different intent this time around. It forces him to meet its intense gaze, grip tightening whenever he tries to squirm.

“You…have made a big mistake…”

It’s toothy grin gives nothing away. But it’s tone…it’s tone does.

#karmas bitter but so am i #karma’s bitter #sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #fnaf sun and moon #fnaf sun and moon au #tsams #sun and moon fnaf #sams eclipse #kb eclipse #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #sams #sams killcode #kb killcode

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catsandmagics · 9 months

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Masks of Grief

A deeper look into the silly masks I mentioned in general lore. These masks are a key point to the story, so I suppose it's only right for me to talk about them some more! (This is going to be a longer one, so brace yourself!)

The masks were created in the very first years of humanity's existence. Before, the world was only vast jungles with wildlife, and the human race was just beginning to flourish. People lived freely with animals, with flora, and basked in the sun of ALL. However, END, the lord of the dark, deemed the world unbalanced. It decided to introduce temptation and greed into the human race, which bloomed much faster than the goddess could manage. The sudden rise in negative emotions sparked the creation of something ELSE: the demonic creatures that now roam the surface of the planet.

Soon the demon beasts became too much, destroying forests and chasing all life to the central island now known as astral islet. END was corrupted by it's own presence, and ALL felt her power diminishing with the lack of light. She knew she could not face this alone, and thus, created the masks. She divided up her powers into five, and gave the powers to worthy champions.

In exchange for the power, the champions lost themselves. They surrendered their mind, body and souls, and even gave up their original names. The more a person gave up, the stronger connection they'd form with the mask.

The Original Champions:

Each of them was the perfect choice. To wear a mask, one has to fit all the necessary criteria or else their being will be corrupted and the vessel will die. The five were close allies - despite many of them unable to feel genuine camaraderie due to the deal.

After ALL gave the gift of her magic to the humans and fell into an eternal slumber, the war against the demon beasts was won. Humanity, however, was changed forever. They started to grow distant with nature, building civilizations out of steel and stone, and industrializing the magic they were given. Demons continued to spawn from negative emotions, but there were humans who used their magic for good. And while humanity evolved to fend for themselves over time, the masks began to fall apart. The guardians were no longer needed, and this fact sparked the downfall of these five guardians.

The first to lose his mind was Bones. His distortion powers and tendency to rage made him turn into a blood thirsty beast, threatening the world once again. The masks had difficulty taking him down - even losing Mason during the struggle. Ultimately, the user of bargain opened a rift, and locked Bones away into the void for eternity. Or... what they THOUGHT was eternity. He ends up coming back MUCH later, looking like this:

The loss of Mason and banishment of Bones caused Shaman to start feeling ill will towards bargain. They blamed him for everything, and figured he had become corrupted. Quietly, they planned to overtake him - but as he was the strongest of the lot, it would be difficult.

The mask of Bargain spent a lot of time alone. He liked to watch humanity grow, and was interested in all they came up with. His job was to remain neutral: the balance between good and evil. So sometimes the things he had to do to keep this balance made people despise him. Not like he cared - the man felt nothing.

(I'll make a separate blog about him, his story is also important)

In the end, Light also lost her life in an incident that marked the end to the masks in the eyes of the people. Shaman and Bargain were involved, too. People speculated after the incident that Bargain had also crawled away to die somewhere after being so injured. Meanwhile, Shaman decided the masks were a taboo, and went through extreme means to keep it safe.

Currently, the masks are in this state: Denial and Acceptance are lost without wearers. Anger is sealed away in the void, attached to the original wearer. Bargain is said to have a NEW wearer... and depression is passed along a blood line, protected from any outsiders.

This. is the fate of the masks. Unfortunately... even thousands of years later... beings still seek out the powerful things. Even a certain demon which happens to be the first main antagonist of the story ;]

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anonymousfoz · 7 months

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I found old writing

This was June when I was writing some practice and wrote a himbo with @vite-poh named Herbert.

He's a demon boy who loves his hellhounds and family but hated his cult.

Why is this important? He might appear as a character and he's fun to write. He's comfort character. He may appear in a main wip possibly.

Here is some old writing:

You wake up in a dark place, lit up with only candle light. You could feel blood oozing as it was all around you in the form of some weird pentagram. Rusty chains around your arms, legs, and neck, holding you in place for the cult.

It would be some time until you heard chanting and were surrounded with cloaked figures.

"We bring you this sheep as our sacrifice. RISE AND TAKE YOUR MEAL FROM US." The room began glowing as the cult started repeating the words "Kill the sheep." The candles went out and you could see your blood begin to glow, as it slowly changed into chalk. They had summoned something. You struggled, attempting to break out. Anything to avoid such a horrible fate. But it was too late. They summoned their demon.

You could see them smiling as they looked over you. You had tired yourself out, your vison quickly becoming blurry as the demon got up into your face. The demon stopped for a minute before looking at the cult.

"How dare thee try and sacrifice thy friend!" The demon shouted, the cult and become quiet. "If thee had attempted to check their tattoos, thee would had seen they had the mark!" The voice was familiar but you couldn't fully remember who. The cult had gone quiet and wasn't long before the demon summoned beasts to scare or kill the cult. The demon had freed you of your shackles but by the time that had happened, you had fallen unconscious due to the blood loss.

You awoken in a room made for royals. You were bandaged up and couldn't fully remember what had happened.

"Hey bestie." You turn to see your friend in the doorway, but he wasn't your friend but a demon. "I'm so sorry my cult went after you."

"Herbert?"

"Yes?"

"What was the tattoo you made me get?" Herbert went quiet before he spoke.

"It is my demon mark. it was meant as a way to protect you, but it clearly didn't work." Herbert came and sat down beside you on the bed. He was constantly meddling with his hair, his typical stress habit. He ran his hand through his hair before responding. "I cannot do anything with that damn cult ruining things."

"Of course you have a cult" You let out a small chuckle as he turns to look at you. He had a soft smile before going back to being so serious. "Besides, I don't care. I already figured you weren't human when you took down a wolf with your bare hands, because it looked at me funny. I could just stay here, work for you if that makes you happy."

"You could be made a horsemen."

"Horseman of slay?"

"If by murder, yes. That can work" You slightly punch his arm before he smiles again. He punches you back before the two of you laugh it out.

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You wake up in a dark, cold room. You could hear sounds of gunfire and screaming. Your hands restricted by chains and your normal attire now torn.

"DEMON HEADING TOWARDS THE CELLS" A loud buzzer went off then the cell door had opened. You look and give off a soft smile.

"Hey sweetheart." Your demon boyfriend had come to save you once more. He melted the chains connecting you to the wall and had scooped you up. He seemed more goofy than usual, making fun at the guards failed attempts. His tan skin covered in their blood and his red eyes filled with bloodlust. You could hear his hellhounds tearing guards apart while he walked around with you, freeing others. It wasn't ideal but you were in his arms and that was all that mattered. His warmth made you feel safe. "CARLOS! MAIRA!" You could hear the dynamic duo of hell hounds rushing in, Herbert put you down for a minute to hug his babies. He was truly a softie for animals. Eventually after the blood shed of the evildoers. He took you back to hell. He made sure you were okay and bandaged up your wounds.

"You are in a good mood Herbie."

"Of course, any day to kill is a great day. Plus, those guards will never take you away again." You had gotten used to his violent nature. You found it attractive how much he murdered for you. In some way, it was cute. And his body count proved it. You got up and hugged him closely. Not letting go, until you fell asleep.

#Herbert #my writing #writeblr #writing

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talesofsonicasura · 1 year

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I figure why not expand more on Of Bug Cults and Living Stone and Operation: Magnify from this post here. (The X Readers involving RE Leon Scott Kennedy.) Want I put down is what I plan to write. These can be read platonic or romantic as I keep strictly romantic stuff as side stories.

Of Bug Cults and Living Stone

Reader is a beast like humanoid troll in appearance. Think of the kind from Guillermo Del Toro's Trollhunters specifically the cartoon. Reader is half El Gigante's size and bears carving like marks that glow if emotional or by will. Reader is OLD, specifically someone in their mid 20s when compared to human age standards. (Best depiction in appearance is this post here, not my art hence the link.)

Leon comes across their den just after beating Del Iago. Reader is quite hospitable and friendly around wanderers if not in a foul mood. They only attack when provoked or threatened. Reader uses a taxidermy bear puppet to scare off normal trespassers. Braver ones are given a warning not to cause trouble or else.

Their familiar pact with Leon is bound by two steps: binding name and blood sigil. A contractor grants their familiar a title to summon them by. Next step is offering a bit of each other's essence such as blood/bone/magic. Sigil placement differs between species but a Troll's sigil manifest on the summoner's back.

Reader gives the agent a temporary seal(incomplete) as they don't fully trust Leon enough to grant their full power. Thus the agent only gave his blood and familiar title 'Hunter' to the troll. He can summon Reader from anywhere but it's best not to summon them in cramp places.

A full contract grants some of their magic to Leon such as healing. What else follows stem from the item Reader offers to solidify the pact: a fragment of their Heartstone (their life force/soul in a sense.) Physical changes to the contractor might happen as the bond between summoner and familiar grows.

Their magic is what suppresses the Plagas growth inside Leon. Los Illuminados wants Reader dead as they are immune to the parasite and can potentially negate its power if the Queen Plagas falls into their possession. This had led to attacks, raids, attempts at starvation tactics alongside the final straw by stealing the Troll's precious treasure.

Shadow of death isn't looming on Luis but someone else in the group. Reader absolutely despises Ada as they hate people who play mind games. Constantly swears in Trollish when something goes wrong.

Operation: Magnify

Reader already knew about Leon's existence by eavesdropping on Chief Irons. This Umbrella project was kept hidden from other sections and only Irons had knowledge about it. Reader is the latest unwilling experiment to Operation Magnify because of the corrupt cop's obsession with them.

MAGS are programmed to follow a 'loyalty' protocol and given handlers to manage that. Who they serve, protect, or die for. No one has successfully gotten Reader under Umbrella's control as they kill every handler sent to leash them.

Raccoon City outbreak led to Operation Magnify section of NEST becoming compromised as well. A chaos Reader used to escape and seek out Leon from every detail they could overhear from the obsessive officer. Their salvation as the loyalty protocol only allows a handler to have full sway of their MAG ward, no one else unless given permission.

Reader is twice Leon's size, grew spiky spines, horns and a tail thanks to their Magnification. Experiment 112 or Destination: Diablo is their tag name, it stems from the demonic visage. Reader's speech is broken thanks to constant abuse and lack of proper social communication. They can talk barely enough to convince Leon about being a friendly.

Reader walks on all fours out of habit as their previous living arrangements was a tiny cramp cell. It takes time to walk on two legs and break the unhealthy nature when not in battle. Leon reassures Reader even before learning about the horrors they had to endure.

The rookie cop protects the MAG with all his might like he does for Sherry. Leon does his best to help Reader while survive whether in or outside the ruins of Raccoon City. Their government designation is 'Beauty and the Beast'.

And that's all I have for now! Until next time folks, continue to thrive in the wake of Raccoon City.

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