#peaceful and hungry instead of violent

[nor-4]

Soooo Anxious

Oscar Diaz x Reader

It's been a really hot day the degree keeps increasing definitely because of climate change, those damn uncaring did this if only they cared more about the earth.

Good thing you are nice enough to make a Popsicles and snacks for everyone outside since they nag oscar to hang out and fix Oscar's car.

"God why is it so hot outside, I think I'm about to evaporate." Jamal squealed as he roughly swing the fan around, "Boy if you don't shut your mouth I wi-" Oscar was cutted off when you slam the door with you foot as you carry a tray of foods with both of your hands.

"Oh cesar you didn't told me you will be having your friends over." You said luckily you have more popsicles inside as you didn't include Jamal and the others on the list, "I didn't even know, they just passed by." Cesar stated receiving a smack from monse.

"Who's that?? She's so hot.." Jamal whispered as he scooted over to cesar as he eye you up and down, "I know right." Ruby popped out out of nowhere they arrived with him here but they just forgot him.

"If I were you I will not even say that." Cesar said as he catch a glimpse of his brother giving a side eye on Jamal and Ruby. He for sure knew what they said.

"Monse, Jasmine, dear I'm so happy you guys are here." you happily squealed as you walk near cesar to do a beso with monse and jasmine. Monse is like a little sister for you, you are the first person she run to everytime she has this girl problems, same goes jasmine. You are just old to be their sister, a sister that will have a girls night with them.

As for jamal and ruby they were quietly waiting for you to approach them and also do a beso on them but instead you just shook their hands, even though they are still grateful.

"Good thing i made more popsicles, wait.." As you started walking again inside as the two horny boys watch you walk with agape mouth, looking at your clothing which really fit your body. It will for sure make every man's hungry eyes full.

"Oy cesar, what this little friends of your staring for." Oscar said standing up from sitting on the small chair he own to use everytime he fix his wheels. "What who's staring, hey monse stop staring it's bad." jamal said nervously slapping over monse's arms earning a slap back from her.

"Been telling them that." cesar just shrugged walking to get a popsicle since heat have been bothering him since this morning, "You little putas better stop eye fucking my girl before i pull them out." oscar threatened as he started washing his hands so he can eat.

"Stop acting like a bitch in heat now oscar." You scolded as you handed out the popsicles on everyone, "Come on ma I'm just saying." oscar sighed in defeat.

Cesar still can't believe on how you can scold over oscar, he knows scolding on him is not a thing he would even tolerate. But look at you, you just make everything so peaceful by shutting oscar up.

"Here baby sit infront of the fan, it's been really smoking hot lately." Oscar offered quickly as he plugged the electric fan that jamal didn't even know it's there until oscar plugged it, "Thank you darling." You thanked as you touch his bicep after sitting on the chair.

"God she sound so hot, i wish she would call me that." ruby murmured as they sat comfortably infront of them watching oscar reach for a chair from God knows where and sat beside you.

"I swear this kids better stop looking at your boobs" oscar murmured as he stared back at jamal and ruby who was to focused on you, to shut oscar up from saying something about violent stuff you started feeding him with fries you made because you were craving.

"You made this? It's really good." jasmine asked as she almost choked from swallowing it all the way without even chewing it, good thing monse has a heavy hands to slap Jasmine's back.

"Yes i did, thank you.." You said it made you a bit shy but you love it when someone praises your cooking skills, "Do you want a drink monse? I heard the temperature will get higher later, you need to be hydrated." Cesar asked as he placed a hand on monse's shoulder.

"Yes please." Monse said as cesar quickly stood up to get a drink on the kitchen, "Get my queen some too" oscar commanded as you smack his face.

"You're being too cringe you know."

"Come on, i cannot care for my girl now?"

"Do you want me to tie your hair up?" Oscar asked again but this time more sincere than his sarcadm earlier, "Yes please baby, thank you." You said as your back faced oscar to tie your hair up.

It took a long time for oscar to learn on how to tie your hair so everytime it's getting hot you wouldn't even need to do an effort to tie your hair, plus oscar always carry two of your hair ties on his wrist just in case you forgot one.

After tying your hair up he kissed you shoulder like a light weight of feather which made both of you giggled like a high school teenagers as you face him, oscar used to be a not so affectionate significant others. But by the time being on a relationship with you he learned that it's very important to do, it's his favorite language of love.

He loves to touch you feel you in his hands, to hug you on a cold night, to hold you when you feel sad, to hold you and make you know that nothing can really change his love for you.

Another thing is he used his confidence to compliment you every second, to assure you, to tell you how much he loves you how much you meant to him.

"God I've never been more jealous in my life.." ruby murmured as he sadly munch on his burger.

#oscar diaz smut #oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz #on my block #on my block x reader #spooky x reader #spooky smut

[faelapis]

alright! we got one whole person interested, so here's my hot take:

the first "how to train your dragon" movie is WAY better than httyd 2.

i know everyone loves like, the cool warrior mom design, the romance and the "epic animation moments" in 2... but can we for a moment be honest and say the whole "hiccup becoming a leader / which dragon is the Good Alpha" plot was dumb as hell? also, the villain sucked?

the original httyd is pretty good about keeping the structural problem grounded in real societal fears. namely, fear of the unknown and of beasts. it makes sense for any ol' village dealing with such a problem. it was intelligently designed around a solid premise.

httyd 2 is like. actually, dragon taming is a big thing, even outside berk. and theres a Scary Foreign Man dragon tamer who is bad and just wants power. it's okay to other him. being a good guy is about being a protector instead of an evil, power-hungry guy... which hiccup never was anyway... so no real growth there. just be good instead of bad. wow. what a theme. very thought-provoking.

people act like httyd 3 being bad came out of nowhere, but httyd 2 was the original sin to me. it totally dropped the societal themes in favor of generic good vs evil fights and "worldbuilding" - despite having no more interesting stories to tell.

it also kind of ruined hiccup for the sake of developing him. like. his whole thing is that he can't fight, so he has to find other ways to contribute to society. he's the anti-macho hero. which ends up being important in convincing the village that dragons can be peaceful. he's empathetic to the other, because he's been othered.

meanwhile in httyd 2, hiccup's like. Cool Warrior Man, who needs to step up and be the hero king when his dad dies. he can fight just fine, because he has a cool dragon to fight with. so he's just like any warrior, but one who fights with weapons instead of brute strength. aka most fictional warriors who arent just "the heavy."

the first movie isn't beyond criticism, obviously. the animation was a little meh compared to httyd 2 - i get why visually its seen as an upgrade. plus, httyd 1 also did the thing of having like a last minute evil dragon to defeat... but that wasn't the point. the POINT was the village and its fears. the POINT was overcoming that.

whenever people list why they love httyd 2 and consider it superior, its like... lists of details. like, look at the upgraded character designs, the cool flying scenes, the affection between hiccup and astrid, or the clever way hiccup's prosthetic leg is designed.

but these are film *details*, not fundamentals.

if you told me the sequel to httyd was going to have a much more generic story, ignore the themes of the original and makes its deliberately lanky and weak protagonist into Handsome Hero Warrior Boy, i'd be like. that sounds kinda bad. but the Animation Details (tm) i guessssss

i know hiccup is still "himself" in 2 to some extent, btw. he's an inventor, he's intelligent, and he initially tries to talk to the villain. but none of that ends up mattering. its arguably looked down on by the movie, which really, really wants him to step up to be the warrior king like his dad. aka a generic Hero Strongman.

i'm not totally against evolving the themes of a work to fit new conflicts, btw. sequels should generally be different from the first movie. that's fine. that's expected.

but while the new conflict in httyd 2 IS born out of the results of the previous movie, that evolution feels very literal, not thematic.

namely, the evolution is "more people have dragons now." it builds the conflict from there. its based on worldbuilding, not on theme.

i don't think a very interesting evolution.

it kinda went from, in httyd 1: "the theme is fear of the unknown. how prejudice/ignorance manifests, educating oneself through compassion, the dangers of worshipping violent masculinity, and the importance of questioning what you're taught by society."

to, in httyd 2: "the theme is dragons. who has them? what they want with them? how can the Good Guy humans protect dragons from the Bad Guys? also, being a Good Leader means being a strong Hero Man who protects his friends," without asking any deeper questions related to the themes of the first movie.

and i'm like. guys. guys.

the theme shouldn't just be "dragons."

the theme of the first movie was NOT just "dragons." the first movie could've been about people being afraid of unicorns. or large birds. or unusually intelligent bears. it was not just about literal dragons, it was about societal fears and trying to overcome our base gut instincts.

i think this is what really plagues httyd 3: it builds on the themes of the second movie, not the first.

httyd 3 asks further questions that only really revolve around the literal relationship between humans and dragons. it does not understand any broader themes of what that relationship represents.

it clearly thinks its very intelligent for asking "what do the dragons themselves want?", but that question is not respected enough to be explored in any thematically coherent way.

the only real weight its given is the argument that there will always be "bad humans" out there, and so, dragons are safer in the wild. which sure is... an argument. but its a very "othering the problem" kind of argument.

it acts like its caring about the agency of dragons, but its not really. dragons were not actually portrayed as "oppressed" in berk society after the first movie, nor lacking agency. they were only at risk of "bad individuals", to which that solution is stupid. the racialized bad guy in httyd 2 didn't steal all his dragons from berk. he caught and subjugated them, mostly from the wild.

all while looking like... this, by the way. i feel like we don't talk about that enough. all the good guys are white nordics, while the only man of color is scary, domineering and cruel. in a series of movies that was once about having empathy for the other.

MAYBE if berk had been really oppressive towards dragons in httyd 2, we could've had a theme. maybe if they treated them like a dangerous commodity that must be tightly controlled despite their nominal acceptance and inclusion, we could've had a thematically tight 3-movie arc about like fear and oppression or whatever.

but that would require, yknow... making the movies be about broad societal problems, instead of just evil individuals. and only the first movie cares about making any real societal critique.

also, the solution in httyd 3 would've still sucked. these movies, in terms of writing, really decrease in maturity from 1, down to 2, to the plummeting depths of 3.

there is no relationship of oppression that is solved by completely segregating society and going our separate ways (httyd 3). just like there is no oppression that is solved just by defeating bad individuals (httyd 2). we have to learn to coexist as equals, to educate ourselves and be compassionate to the other. even if we're afraid.

that's the dream only the first movie kept in its heart.

#httyd #how to train your dragon #httyd 2 #httyd 3 #how to train your dragon 2 #how to train your dragon 3 #long post / #media analysis #media criticism #writing #ask to tag / #racism /

[wreckmetoji]

Stargazing and Cigarettes

A fic in which Nicholas D. Wolfwood is bad at feelings

↳ Nicholas D. Wolfwood/Reader

content.  gender-neutral pronouns, fluff, wolfwood got a little angy, it’s ok give him a smooch anyways

3.4k words

Some may say Gunsmoke is the epitome of misfortune. If you're misfortunate enough to be born on this hellscape of a planet, you'll die an untimely death at the hands of someone or something completely out of your control. The violent crime rates were high, and the likelihood of terminal starvation and dehydration were even higher. But, although some may say that, others– not many, however– would disagree. My favorite thing... is when the sun disappears behind the dunes. When everything is cast in pink and orange and everything is so soft and the air is cooling down. It reminds me that, even through the worst of days, things will be okay in the end, as long as I keep pushing forward. It's evenings like that you learned to appreciate the most, only with the help of your blond travelling companion. Vash had put life into a new perspective for you, had an arm around your shoulders when you were sulking about being hungry, or hot, or absolutely exhausted. He was a good person, an even better friend. You came to be quite fond of everyone, really. Vash, Meryl, Roberto, and admittedly an extra soft spot for the newest addition, Wolfwood. He was brash, cocky, and more often than not, he was a grump. He never seemed to direct his ire at you though, you had noted this at some point while the five of you sat in some hole in the wall diner enjoying a very inexpensive meal. You can't even remember what the argument was about, if you were being completely honest. Meryl would have her one-sided bicker with Wolfwood, then Vash would interject and inadvertently make himself the target. At some point you had sighed, the sheer amount of personalities in one group clashing was giving you a migraine, and looked up at Wolfwood with pleading eyes. Really, you hadn't even said anything, the look you gave him seemed to be more than enough for his eyes to widen, then narrow, turning his head to look out the half-boarded up window he was sitting next to. Not so much as a peep came out of his mouth for the remainder of the meal, and you appreciated it despite how out of character it was for Wolfwood to be completely silent. You smiled, eyes watching the stars above as you recollected the memory. The car battery had once again been neglected, decidedly leaving your little group stranded for the night. Vash had assured everyone this was as good a spot as any, since not a lot of bandits OR worms came this way, but the at least I think so tacked onto the end left everyone unsettled and eager to start the trek to the nearest town first thing in the morning. It really is beautiful, you found yourself thinking, watching the pink and orange sky slowly fade darker and darker, making way for the stars and constellations to shine so clearly, so beautifully. You sighed, sitting up in your sleeping bag and looking around the sad little impromptu camp to find everyone asleep, or trying to sleep. You and Meryl had been given the rights to sleeping in the car, however you found yourself politely declining. I stay up late, and I like watching the stars was the excuse you used. So, instead, Meryl and Roberto took the car to sleep in, leaving Vash, Wolfwood, and you under the chilly desert sky. The small fire someone, most likely Vash, had graciously started prior to heading off to bed definitely aided in your evening chills, but you knew deeper into the night would be difficult to sleep through. Letting out a small grunt, you stood from your spot, shuffling out from your little sleeping bag. Vash was a few feet away from you, face peaceful as he ever so quietly snored. A hard exhale from your nose, followed by a quick glance around camp, you noticed a missing member. A part of you would like to say you were surprised, but the other part of you thought it was very typical and on-par that Wolfwood wouldn't display such a vulnerable act of sleeping peacefully around a group of people in the middle of nowhere. He wouldn't be difficult to find, you thought with a slight smile, if the distant smell of cigarette smoke was anything to go off of. And difficult to find he was not, considering you had only taken a few strides to get around the mobile storage container on the back of the vehicle, seeing him sitting with his back against the cold metal. A cigarette hung loosely from his mouth, sunglasses fallen down the slope of his nose. Evidently, he had anticipated you before you had even spotted him, with how his dark eyes were trained on you through the corner of his vision before you even had the chance to look down at him. All you did was wave, rocking back on your heels when he said nothing. "Want some company?" You took the deep exhale from his nose as a sure whatever, sauntering over to stand beside him, pressing your back to the container, and sliding down to mimic his posture. It was quiet, but not uncomfortably so. Copious amounts of prolonged silence wasn't something you got a lot of in your travels, so there seemed to be a mutual understanding to simply enjoy the moment and each others' presence. "What're you still doing up, anyways," Wolfwood finally muttered, breaking the silence. How long had it been? Five, ten, twenty minutes? Long enough for the last reaches of the sun to dip below the horizon, now only leaving you to bask in stars and moonlight. "Dunno," You shrugged, arms wrapping around yourself as you bunched your knees up, "I like watching the sun go down when I can. It reminds me that even on the worst days, everything is just temporary. With every sunset is an ending, and every sunrise is a new beginning." A small smile crept up onto your lips at the scoff he gave you. He didn't have to say it, but you knew what he was thinking. You've been hangin' out with that needle noggin too much. There was another extended period of silence. "What about you?" You returned, head tilting back against the metal behind you as you looked up at him. "No rest for the wicked, as they say," He sighed, taking the cigarette butt from his mouth and flicking it somewhere in the distance. You didn't understand what he meant by that completely, so you decided to glance away and not say anything at all. Something you and Wolfwood seemed to have a mutual understanding of was knowing when to accept you can't know everything and just move on. The quiet crinkle of plastic pulled your attention back to him, his hand fishing another crumpled cigarette from his pocket. This time you were the one to scoff. You opened your mouth to speak, but his elongated groan of disapproval beat you to the punch. "Don't wanna hear it. If I didn't know what these were doing to me I wouldn't be smokin' 'em," His words were muffled by the object between his lips, one hand cupping in front of his face to block the non-existent wind, the other flicking the lighter to life. Fair enough. He took a deep inhale, exhale following quickly suit. The plume of smoke that surrounded him and tapered off into the night sky was hypnotic, the twists and turns performing an intricate dance with a mind of its own that you've learned to describe as simply very Wolfwood. An enigma, a man of little words and a heavy burden. What that burden was, you don't think you would ever learn, but sometimes you liked to imagine the thought of getting close enough to learn. Everyone needs a shoulder to lean on, even wasteland-jaded priests. "So," Your words trailed off, eyes looking up at the stars above for anything, anything to keep you here in his presence, "Do you know anything about constellations?" "Nah, can't say I do. Do you?" "No." You shrugged, earning a teasing, low chuckle from him. It was a marvelous sound, something you could only package up and wrap it with a nice little bow to keep close to your heart. "Why'd you ask if I knew then?" He pushed his glasses further up his nose, lazily tilting his head to the side to look at you. And what a wonderful thing, being seen by Wolfwood when all you've gotten until now are fleeting glances and indirect side-eyes. At one point you started to think maybe it was deliberate, the way whenever your eyes met he would look away soon after, that perhaps you made him uncomfortable. The weight of his gaze made your cheeks heat, even if your body was cold, and hug your legs closer to your body. "I... dunno, I thought maybe you would so you could teach me a little." There was another short stretch of silence, butterflies anxiously fluttering in the pit of your stomach. "Y'know you can leave if you're cold, the fire's probably still going." If it was anyone else, you would take that as an indirect request for you to depart. Perhaps you'd even take the liberty with Wolfwood, but in this moment, you were selfish. He brought some sort of foreign comfort a fire and a moderately warm sleeping bag couldn't provide. "It's okay," You sighed wistfully, "Even with the fire and the sleeping bag, eventually it'll get too cold out. Just trying to acclimate myself sooner than later." You chuckled in good nature, but he didn't seem to find it as funny. "Heard sharing body heat helps." You nearly choked on your spit. Nearly. "'m sure needle noggin wouldn't mind helping you out. You two seem close." Ah, you got ahead of yourself. "He wouldn't mind because that's just the kind of person he is," You stated, matter-of-factly, barely catching the purse of his lips, "But... we aren't close like that. We're both dreamers, and without an anchor we'd just float away." All you got was a hum. "Plus... I think, even if there was some kind of... feeling there, I don't think he'd feel the same way. He's got enough of his own stuff going on, I don't think throwing a person into the mix would be a good idea for either party." Honestly, you hasn't realized how close you and Vash were gave off indication that there might be some kind of relationship potential. You were more than certain Meryl would have said something about it if that were the case, but perhaps you were wrong. "Didn't mean to make an assumption," Wolfwood muttered, hands plucking another cigarette out of his jacket pocket. You sighed, digging your heels into the ground as his lighter sparked up once again. "It's okay," You reassured, in the motion of standing up, "I'm gonna try heading to bed though." He grunted, his eyes sliding shut for just a moment. You used this to your advantage, snatching his cigarette from between his lips with a smirk as you stood. Maybe he didn't want you to say anything about it, but you weren't going to sit and idly watch as he chain-smoked himself into an early grave. This seemed to shock him more than anything, his hand swiping up to catch your wrist as he stood to his feet. You had managed to use some momentum to toss the now thoroughly crumpled cigarette, catching it in your other hand. As if you'd give up to him that easily, who did he take you for? All you heard was a growl, then a hollow metallic thud, and everything had happened so fast you didn't process that the noise was from your back hitting the mobile storage trailer. Your eyes were wide, mind reeling to process the precarious position the two of you were in. His hands each held a wrist, body boxing you in and enclosing you in a space that was just entirely Wolfwood. You were gazing up at him, only to be met with an equally bewildered expression. The both of you fell silent, only hearing the thump of your increasing heart rate pounding in your ears. He was close, too close, close enough that you could smell the smoke on his breath and the earthy scent emanating from his well-worn clothes. What felt like hours was probably more realistically a matter of seconds, but eventually you had gotten your wits about you to open your palm and display his much desired stolen item. Only then did he pull away, hands releasing your wrists to take a couple steps back. He cleared his throat, once again reaching in his pocket as if you hadn't just attempted to give back what started this scuffle in the first place. Swallowing, you took a step towards him, arm outstretched with the now snubbed cigarette in your palm. He said nothing, quickly taking it, placing it between his lips, and lighting it in silence. You were unsure if the moonlight was playing tricks on you, but you thought you could see pink dusting his cheeks and the tips of his ears. "U-Um–" You stuttered, hands coming together to pick at your nail beds nervously, "I'm–" "It's fine," He interrupted, and you couldn't help but admire him even now, even as he avoided tour gaze, even as he clenched his jaw in what you could only assume was annoyance, admire the steady slope of his nose and his sun-kissed skin and growing stubble. And, subsequently, noticing the smear of ash that ran from his jaw to the corner of his lips, most likely a result of you so bravely snatching what was quite literally a burning object from his mouth. If anyone were to ask you what you were doing, you wouldn't be able to tell them. If they asked you what you were thinking, you wouldn't answer, you couldn't answer, it was completely instinctual. Maybe it was because you were still so high off of the headrush he gave you, off of his scent and his gaze and his energy, you were much more bold. Either way, you didn't think, thumb coming up to swipe the expanse of grime tarnishing his otherwise flawlessly rugged appearance. Unlike before, everything moved in slow motion. The way he reached up to once again grab your wrist, the way his other hand snatched the cigarette between his lips and flicked it away, as he had done to the other. The way that same hand came up to cup your neck, his thumb cradling your jaw, all while he was stepping closer and leaning into your personal space. "Wolfw–" "Shut up," He breathed before his lips slotted against yours. There was no malice behind his words, but a surprising inkling of desperation. How soft he was surprised you. His touch, holding your neck in one hand and your waist in the other, how soft his lips were against yours, as if he was scared to press any further into you, scared he would hurt you or scared you would push him away. You didn't, though. You don't think you ever would. By the time you had come to your senses, he was already pulling away, brows furrowed and lips slightly parted, as if he was already looking to conjure up some kind of excuse as to why he had just done what he did. You didn't want an excuse though, you didn't want another reason to pull away, and the way your hands came up to grasp the front of his shirt and your eyes gazed into him must have gotten that point across. He pushed his sunglasses up onto his head and kissed you again, pulling your body closer to his, lips just a little less forgiving. This time you could feel the pent up desperation, the stress, the uncertainty, and then you could feel it all melt away. His rigid and tense muscles relaxed under your touch as your hands slid up his chest, onto his shoulders, eventually cradling both sides of his neck with your hands. Your thumbs stroked his jaw, the scratch of his stubble adding to the symphony of noises you held close to your heart that were just so Wolfwood. By the time you pulled back again, you could feel the heat on your cheeks, feel the droop of your half lidded eyes, feel your heart hammering in your chest as you panted desperately for air. You stood like this for a good while, eyes lazily blinking up at him in complete disbelief, before you chuckled, "It's... really cold out." Wolfwood continued to stare at you, eyes glancing back down at your lips, and even if he began to lean in again, he didn't have the courage to see it through for a third time. "Then let's get you to bed." He lead the way, completely detaching from you with his hands shoved in his pockets. Part of you wondered if this would ever be spoken about again, was it all just a moment of passion and weakness? Did you both just desperately need something, and now you were unable to shoulder the weight of your decisions? Your mind came to a grinding halt the second he stood above your sleeping bag, gesturing to it vaguely. The fire was nothing but weak embers by this point and would do absolutely no good shielding you from the bitter cold that awaited you further into the night. "Is... Earlier, you said–" You began to whisper, pausing when you noticed Vash shift in his own sleeping bag. You swallowed, eyes downcast as you pointed to Wolfwood, then yourself, then the sleeping bag. You glanced up in time to catch him biting the inside of his cheek, before ultimately nodding and following you in and under the covers. There definitely wasn't enough comfortable space to fit two people, and it took a couple minutes of awkward shifting and repositioning to finally settle on laying on your sides, your back to his front. You had to hand it to him, it was warmer than if you were just by yourself. Forcing your eyes closed, you took a deep breath, trying to will yourself to calm down enough to actually get in some shuteye. That all went out the window the second his hand came up to rest on your hip, then slowly slide down so his arm was holding you back against him. "Wolfwood..." You whispered, barely a word at all in fear that you would wake up your nearly sleeping companion. ".... Nicholas." "Wh... what?" "Call me Nicholas." It was as if your heart grew wings and flown up into your throat, and you didn't know why, because this was something as simple as being on a first name basis, but it was the moment of vulnerability that he displayed that pushed you close to tears. Somehow finding the space, you rolled over, now face to face with the man of your affections. He didn't seem fazed in the slightest, but his furrowed brow gave him away, as did the quick flicker of his eyes, bouncing from one feature to the next, before settling on your eyes. "Nick," You couldn't stifle your grin if you tried, not with how the deep crimson crept up his neck and the tips of his ears, "Will you stay with me tonight?" He scoffed, as if it were a ridiculous question in the first place, eyes sliding shut. "Yeah. I'll stay." "Nick?" "Mmh." "Can we maybe talk a bit more about... this tomorrow?" He didn't answer you, not verbally at least, but if the way his arm tightened around your waist spoke for him, you could only assume that was a yeah, sure. You smiled, craning your neck up to place a chaste peck against his lips. You caught the stutter in his breathing, and the shift in his expression, before you closed your own eyes to welcome the warm embrace of sleep. Maybe you wouldn't know what the morning ahead of you would bring, but you knew that being right here, right now, with Wolfwood holding you so close, like he needed you... you could accept whatever challenges came your way.

#nicholas d. wolfwood #nicholas d. wolfwood x reader #nicholas d wolfwood x reader #wolfwood x reader #trigun stampede #trigun x reader #trigun stampede x reader

[itsabouttimex2]

Plot twist: the moment d!reader is set free from both of the circles at the end of the journey, they dissapear into the night, never to be seen again...or not.

I'm sorry i just, as much as i love yanderes, i want to see them suffer. At least a bit.

Ps. You're an amazing writer and i really enjoy your fics. Also, you really helped in getting my friend into yandere, so thank you for that🙂

Taken Aboard:

Running Away

(I’m super glad that you enjoy my fics! And I’m glad your friends enjoys them, too! Yandere is a really fun trope to play with!)

So, in the case that you do pull a runner at the end of this long and arduous journey, Y/N… your biggest enemy is now yourself.

Because, as hard as you might have tried to fight it, you have been civilized. You have grown accustomed to society. You have started to care. This journey has changed and bettered you, as it has all your companions.

You are no longer a mere demon tending to monsters great and mighty, no more a child planting seeds and spreading spores.

You can’t ever go back to being the wild little creature you once were.

If you’ve ever read Gilgamesh, I’d say Enkidu is a good comparison for your development. After he’s been ‘civilized’ by Shamhat, Enkidu can no longer return to the home he knows and loves, the animals who once accepted him now fleeing on sight.

Now, if you leave before the journey’s end…

You run, devastated and distraught that so much of yourself is gone and lost, never to be reclaimed. The forest may not be the home you know, but some part of it is still familiar.

You purge the hunters and loggers who have taken up residence within the Emerald Grove, violently spilling their nourishing blood across the hungry soil, pitch their flesh into the mouths of ravenous beasts.

It doesn’t make you feel better- you know that at least some of these men and women were trying to feed themselves, their children.

But at least the forest is newly quiet, contented by a fresh meal, leaving you in peace to mourn.

As for hoping to ‘never being seen again’…

Sun Wukong’s Golden Vision has a little something to say about that.

Within hours he’s stalking back to the Emerald Grove in a huff, hauling his way up the tallest tree he can find and unhappily making his way over to you.

The Great Sage snatches you off the bark and tosses you over his shoulder, clambering down the tree as you kick and scream. You demand to be released and removed from the group, biting and pounding your fists agains his invulnerable back.

“Being naughty today, bud? Here I was, thinking you had finally gotten past this ‘running back home’ phase.”

“I am not a baby,” you scream, digging your teeth into the base of his spine with all your demonic might. “PUT ME DOWN!”

You manage to draw just a few drops of blood, not that it phases the simian. He doesn’t even seem to notice.

“You’re making things harder for all of us, you know that? And you keep setting us back with all the running away nonsense. But I had Master call a certain someone up to maybe settle this for us all, bud.”

Against your angry protests and endless assault does the Great Sage drag you back to camp, switching to hold you in his arms instead of over his back.

Immediately do your screams of anger turn to pained wails, the sound of a holy sutra hitting your eyes. The blessed bands around your wrists tighten, scraping the skin they compress to rawness.

And before you stands not only the holy monk who tricked you into wearing these golden hoops, but the goddess who gave them to him.

“Sun Wukong, please place the child down,” she lightly instructs, her tone even and polite. “Might I speak to them for a moment?”

The Handsome Monkey King obeys, nudging your towards the goddess after he releases his grip on you.

Guanyin comes to you slowly, kneeling to take your face into her soft and gentle hands.

And you bite her.

“You- you call yourself a goddess,” you scream, fangs wet with her divine ichor. “Of mercy and compassion! But all you do is hand out tools of torture and punishment! I wanted to stay in my forest! I wanted to stay with my friends! A hard shove, nearly knocking her over. “And you helped Sanzang take me away! You gave him these awful bands and he pretended they were gifts to get me to put them on! But they weren’t! And you let him! And now he uses them to hurt me! I hate you! I hate him! I hate all of you!”

Finally you collapse, sobbing openly into your hands.

Tang Sanzang watches in horror as heavenly blood feeds the ground, causing new and gorgeous growth to break from the soil, flowers blooming in massive clusters.

Wukong seethes that you could be so disrespectful to the one and only god he actually cares for, the only one he finds to be tolerable and kind.

Everyone else just recoils in both fear and hurt, your last words ringing painfully in the ears.

But Guanyin approaches once more, kneeling to level herself with you. There is no retribution or anger in her touch, placing a light kiss onto your forehead.

“You’re right, aren’t you? This journey has not been easy, nor has it been kind- and for you especially, perhaps it has been cruel. And I too, have been unkind to dabble in your affairs. Will you allow me to ease the burdens of your travel?”

From a silk pouch does she procure a mirror, pushing it into your shaking hands.

“My child, I give to you this heavenly mirror, which has been forged from blessed steel and holy sand melted to glass by dragonfire. To look upon it will show you your beloved forest, and all those you have left behind.”

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Now, this is super important- Y/N’s involvement in the journey is incredibly unfair. The others come because they seek personal growth or redemption, but Y/N?

They had to come. They were tricked into thinking those golden tightening bands were gifts and eagerly asked Sanzang to help put them on, jumping up and down in excitement at receiving something so pretty. The only reason they agreed to wear these ‘generously’ gifted bands was because they thought it was an honest gift.

So there’s already a sense of betrayal about the whole thing, that their first gift from anyone was actually just a trap to pull them along on a lengthy and dangerous journey.

Then, where the others were either entirely willing (Sanzang) or had to redeem themselves for crimes or mistakes (Wukong), Y/N was forced to come along with their worst crimes being: fighting off invaders and killing poachers. And all for that, they are ripped from home and forced to leave behind everything they’ve ever known and loved.

And Guanyin does three things here:

1. Acknowledges your anger/sorrow.

2. Validates your feelings without hesitation.

3. Actively works to soothe them.

With the mirror in hand, you can look upon the Emerald Grove and see your old animal friends, know that they’re safe even without you, and put your fears to rest.

It’s not perfect.

But it’s a good start to get you to actually care about these pilgrims, given that you don’t spend every night in flurry of nightmares, thinking fitfully of your beloved forest.

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Yandere Tang Sanzang #Yandere Sun Wukong #Guanyin #Taken Aboard #Journeyfam

[princessjojo-x]

Taurus Mars

💝 he takes life slowly & enjoys living in peace. he exhibits a measured & persistent pace instead of hurried & impulsive actions. he adopts the steady, calculative & enduring pace of mother earth. he finds comfort in taking his time but others may perceive him as lethargic for it. it can be hard for him to impose action bc he starts only when he is ready & not when he is told. the plan is in order & the resources are accumulated before hand. he’s selective in his pursuits & he’s willing to wait but once the wheels start turning, he won’t stop until the end. he has the commitment, stamina & consistency needed for success. despite being slow to get started, once he gains power, he will keep this position. interestingly, some very powerful & violent leaders have this placement. hes like like a rock still standing even when a tsunami comes. his nonchalance actually intimidates some people.

💝 he’s the least aggressive & abrasive mars sign since he’s extremely slow to react or get mad. most things don’t faze or bother him. stillness is so engrained in him that any other reaction during distress feels superficial to him. he’s a tranquil individual with a permanent composed demeanour. others perceive him as comforting & reliable due to his natural ability to be patient, quiet & grounded. however, since he camouflages his emotions, others can perceive him as nonchalant, apathetic & even intimidating. he has a good sense of forethought & thinking before action. he has the ability to tune in to not-so-seen aspects in individuals & situations. if anyone annoys him he tends keep it classy & keep a distance. however, this may not align with how he truly wants to respond to unsettling behaviour from others. he resists in indulging in displays of volatilities due to his preference of peace & his difficulty expressing anger. he fights steadily & stubbornly so even though people normally start fights with them but they always finish them.

💝 taurus mars is slow moving but planet mars doesn’t like being slow. mars is the catharsis of all feelings that demand urgency & protection including anger & fear. when taurus is in mars it becomes unmoving & sometimes more unmoving than it needs to be. it holds onto things & won’t let them go bc that would lead to losing control of protecting itself. despite mars being debilitated in taurus, this does not mean that anger is weakened. he suppresses his anger inside the body & allows it to ferment for years upon years. he has a long fuse & is slow to demonstrate anger. but his built-up anger eventually gets released & the expression of rage is in no means controlled or restrained. this fury can rattle everything in proximity & be quiet frightening to others, especially since they’re used to his composes demeanour. it can take a lot to break him down but when his stability is taken from him, this is when he become insecure, heartless & power-hungry. strength is Patience with yourself. You allow yourself to learn and grow from your mistakes. Soon enough, you end up perfecting life.

💝 the best way to piss him off during conflict is to not engage & simply walk away.

💝 he is very stubborn (just like a bull) so he doesn’t forget or forgive a slight. it takes him awhile to move on & get over things.

💝 since taurus is detriment in mars, issues with self-worth & self-destruction may be a side-effect for him. he may take on todays encounters with repressed & recycled memories which are decades old. despite him seeming calm on the outside, his old wounds are freshly bleeding & his invisible scars can inflame at any moment. sometimes his resentment flows with such volatility & unpredictability that you wonder if it will ever stop or where it came from. it may express itself as harbouring self-contempt for his choices, his life, his body, or everything at once. its a poisonous self-hatred, self-punishment, self-denial, self-malignant or a lack of conviction that he deserves anything worthwhile. he may self-destruct by over-consuming pleasure until it becomes poison & giving into the impulsive urges that promise short-term relief at the cost of long term comfort (spending her rent money, drinking until she is physically ill, etc). however, he may self-destruct by the opposite route of being severely self-restricting to change something inside & punishes herself further after failure (compulsive with measuring every dose, forcing herself through harsh lifestyle regimes). but in all this, he has tremendous stoicism & he prefers to keep his worries to himself (the strong & silent type).

💝 despite his peaceful nature, he’s very protective of his loved ones, meaning he’s not afraid to stand up for them.

💝 he is the most sensual of all the mars signs but in many cases to finally liberate this side of him, it took many inner battles & heroic victories that became stories she has never spoken about.

💝 security & comfort is most important to him. he needs everything to be under control & he will be soothed by the promise of stability. he will be filled with deep fears, rage & anguish if the future seems uncertain & security is on shaky ground. he has tremendous compulsion to build wealth & establish financial stability.

💝 he’s motivated by money & the finer things in life. maybe he eat too much, spend too much time soaking in bubble baths or acts too reckless with catch all for the sake of pleasure.

💝 when he’s attracted to someone he’ll take his time to get to know them. it may take him awhile to come around but once he does he’s easy & simple to read, meaning you will never be left confused abt whether he likes you or not.

💝 he’s very comfortable around women.

💝 he often enforces rules & repercussions so others tend to label him as controlling. when others get close to him, they think they're immune to these expectations & get comfortable breaking his rules. but it’s shaking up his comfort that makes them his enemy. he doesn’t get enough credit for how patient he is. others don't realise how much leniency he gives before saying anything to anyone.

Turn On’s:

💝 pleasing his senses is very important to him: touch, smell, hearing & taste. you could incorporate blindfolds, candles, feathers, silk sheets & sensual sounds. but most importantly, arrives baring gifts & kind words.

💝 physical touch is especially important to him: massages, foot rubs, tender kisses, cuddles, stroking, caressing, warmth & body worship.

💝 his necks is his erogenous zones - talk into his neck, lavish his neck, give neck kisses/hickeys, choke his neck. you could gift him a chain since that belongs on the neck.

💝 he’s attracted to earthy types who are stable & patient. ensure to match his calm energy & steady pace. if you‘re going to be rough or surprising ensure it’s gradual & prepare him first.

💝 he’s physically attracted to older or dominant women with dark features & curvy bodies.

💝 he enjoys lovemaking on a full stomach or involving food in the bedroom (whipped cream).

💝 he maybe into bum play, gigolo roleplay & mutual oral.

Turn Off’s:

💝 physical touch is like oxygen him, denying him affection or sex for too long will offend him.

💝 he tends to put a lot of importance into aftercare & not receiving it can straight up ruin the experience for him.

💝 he dislikes his lover failing to show appreciation, being incompetent & criticising him.

💝 he’s turned off by dirty bedrooms

Performance:

💝 his rxships are highly based on sexual & intimate compatibility. he is very comfortable with his body & his sexual desires. he has a strong need to pleasure himself even in committed rxships (taurus is all abt self-reliance & self-sustainment).

💝 the sex with him will be slow and/or prolonged. his sexual stamina is long-lasting & steady. sexually he is patient & slow to turn on, like an oven instead of a microwave. he also may take a while to cum.

💝 he maybe lazy in bed & expect his partner to do most of the work.

💝 all earth signs mars have a natural tendency to separate love & sex but taurus mars is most prone to this. he has a ravenous sexual appetite & indulges in intimacy as a comfort measure. to him, sex is like breathing air, he can’t live without it. a positive & ongoing sex life is very important to him; if it isn’t fulfilled his overall mindset will be negative, withdrawn & stubborn. he tends to have difficulty abstaining from sex so if there’s no one in his life who matters to him, he is still going to look for sexual partners. sexual involvement with him does not necessarily mean that a rxship with him is underway. in this sense, more gentle types could find him too careless & direct.

💝 if a man with taurus placements is attracted to you he will find a way to touch you or get close to you somehow, he needs to lean really close to you bc he just can’t hear what you’re saying, he has tripped & now has to steady himself by grabbing your arms or waist, “those stairs look really steep, here grab my arm”.

💝 all earth signs mars want to be comfortable with you before they sleep with you.

💝 he probably had to work harder than most in regards to education bc he’s a slow learner. he may have struggled with grades but when he puts in work he becomes unstoppable.

Compatibility:

💝 aries mars - aries is constantly trying to rile taurus up & taurus is trying their hardest to ignore or avoid aries. taurus is known to blow when pushed too hard & aries is certainly capable of this. both will refuse to admit they’re wrong; aries due to their competitive & argumentative nature, taurus due to their stubbornness & possibly a denial of their passions. taurus can controlling, smothering & possessive, putting chains on aries.

💝 taurus mars - arguments/fights will consist of small, built-up pressures (possibly jealous or territorial feelings). these clashes will usually end in a stalemate (draw) since their default nature is not competitive or heated. an advantage one may use to “win” is their ability to foresight their opponents moves & intentions since they’re deeply predictable. however, feuds between the two are unlikely & it’s probable they’ll join forces instead; there’s a strong reliability factor in their dynamic.

💝 gemini mars - two different energies causing a fight or mess. these two can bring out the ugly in each other. gemini by poking the bear, being impish or antagonistic; taurus by brick walling, stone coldness & being closed off.

💝 cancer mars - they can find a lot in common at best, their dynamic can be protective & caring. trust & reassurance are the two elements that keep these two loving or respecting each other. but there can be a lot of jealousy & possessiveness in this pairing. ‘attachment’ plays a big role in most of their issues. there are pains from unmet expectations or broken promises. when they don’t know each other well, both are closed off & hard to read. neither express their anger well or aren’t very in tune with it meaning their conflicts can be filled with passive aggression. cancer is more manipulative or have very cold waters towards taurus. taurus can be controlling, mean & unmovable. their conflicts can be slow developing & both can be major grudge holders.

💝 leo mars - at best these two make a great team by feeding off the warmth of each other’s generosity & affection. but dramatic fight or rivalry is possible. they can make one another feel small or infuriated. taurus may see leo as bossy & pompous. leo may see taurus as inflexible, dispassionate & overly careful. leo may be able to take down taurus in terms of passion & action. taurus may be able to take down leo do to their unshakable grudge & while taurus’s unshakable will & hunger for revenge.

💝 virgo mars - with virgo’s adaptability & taurus’s reliability, they can make a down-to-earth pairing who tends to solve problems with logic & bluntness; they’ll handle conflict in a mature manner or at least attempt to look like they are. both aren’t very heated or instigating people. but being emotional or vulnerable around each other may be a challenge. the root of many conflicts in this paring can be the refusal to show each other’s softer side. allowing each other to be sensitive, giving more comfort & reassurance will help them keep the peace. virgo can run circles around taurus with witty jeers, criticism, & nervous energy. but taurus can be the wall virgo runs into since they’re steady, determined & careful. as enemies they can be intolerable of each other & may even see each other as a threat that needs to go (suing, going after career or reputation, hurting or stealing belongings). sometimes earth mars signs can play dirty surprisingly.

💝 scorpio mars - are these two going to try out-grudge, ignore or one up each other? however, scorpio has an advantage since they can easily tap into their passion (expressing their desire, force, & wrath). but taurus is still able to deal with scorpio through their endurance & patience. taurus is more hesitant (finding conflict, pressure, or intensity as uncomfortable). taurus prefers conventional & routine but scorpio craves emotional depth & vigor. scorpio appreciates the mysterious, dark, taboo, or extreme but taurus embraces the open, precise, warm & cordial feelings that are met with security, appealing or soothing pleasure. scorpio is hot lava or an icy pool, waiting to swallow something but taurus is an unexpected earthquake or a sleeping volcano, that is dangerous & destructive once it blows. taurus can have passion & intensity that matches to scorpio’s vindictive, venomous, obsessive potency. but taurus’s passion is hidden away. scorpio can be good at hiding their passion too but this is usually intentional whereas taurus is subconscious. scorpio can help taurus undercover their inner drive & fire. taurus can help scorpio to become more patient & realistic.

💝 sagittarius mars - these two can face a lot of frustration & misunderstanding, getting tired of each others bs. sagittarius is blunt & feisty but taurus is down-to-earth. taurus can easily perceive sagittarius as irresponsible, tactless & selfish. sagittarius can easily perceive taurus as sheepish, dull, closed-minded or stubborn. sagittarius needs more spontaneity & an emotional or rush from taurus. taurus needs sagittarius to be more tender, predictable & reassuring. sagittarius tendency to jab, mock, tease, joke, compete or play can bring out the intense side of taurus.

💝 capricorn mars - calculated & cold capricorn with willful & calm taurus equals a long-lasting peace, realistic expectations & bumps in the road rather than full out battles. they have a similar energy with patience, caution & pragmatism. they may be very attentive to each other’s physical needs.if they get on each other’s bad side there can be control issues & harsh judgment; they may use one another or try to have an advantage over the other. capricorn is considered to be at an advantage but if they ever find themselves being a victim of taurus, they’ll likely cut them off completely. capricorn takes action whereas taurus can be too unmovable, scared, or stuck. in order for taurus to “beat” capricorn, taurus needs to tap into their hidden intensity & passion, without losing control. if this is possible, they’ll become just as dangerous as scorpio.

💝 pisces mars - both have the ability to connect harmoniously & deeply together. neither want to fight & can avoid conflict well. pisces has has an upper hand with their manipulation, intuition, perception & flexibility. taurus has an upper hand with their determination, stubbornness & realistic clarity. taurus can easily find pisces too unreliable, vague, confusing & irrational. pisces can easily find taurus too difficult, closed-minded & hard to understand. their conflicts can be filled with unspoken feelings, cold shoulders, the blame game, sadness or disappointment. pisces can get over conflicts easier than taurus but taurus mary be harder to trigger or rattle than pisces. pisces can be sensitive & help taurus connect with their feelings. taurus is stable & helps bring calmness/steadiness.

people with this placement: adulf hitler, osama, ben ladin, michael jackson, kanye west, john kennedy, muhammed ali, issac newton, 50 cent

#astro notes #astrology #mars signs #taurus mars

[watchyourbuck]

Fuck it Friday ✍🏼

Tagged by the lovely @wikiangela <3

More jealous!Eddie. I read your comments & cc and I’ve made some adjustments to the story. This is 20 of the 44 sentences I owe you for the poll game! 🏃🏽‍♀️✨

The threat Eddie’s hands imposed didn’t last long. Buck took them both in his before they reached his neck and rapidly maneuvered them behind the shorter man’s back, pulling him in as a consequence. They were suddenly very, very close.

Eddie would be lying if he said his heart didn’t immediately jump. He could practically feel the heat coming off Buck’s skin from under his own shirt. Still, he wasn’t at peace, so he struggled. Hard. “Let go of me.”

“Tell me what’s going on with you first” urged Buck, his voice soft for the situation. It was maddening, but it was working. No matter how much he moved, he somehow ended up farther into his arms, like quicksand. “You’re acting like a lunatic and I deserve to know why.”

He grunted and scoffed, opening and closing his mouth several times, a bit of a reality check washing over him. “I- uh, I plead the fifth.”

Buck’s grip became tighter, and he was forced to look at him, swallowing. Staring into anyone’s eyes was easy for him, but he wouldn’t win against these.

“For someone who came in here banging on my door and demanding to come inside, you sure seem like you have nothing to say.”

Again, he had no option but to swallow. Truth be told, he wasn’t really thinking. There were few moments in his life where his vision was completely red, and this was one of them. If only he hadn’t listened to her.

His muscles tightened, an uncomfortableness setting in his every fiber. He felt like he was coming down from a very painful high, and he wasn’t ready to face anyone about it, especially not Buck. “Let go of me” he ordered. “Now.”

Instead of stepping back, the blond man moved closer, letting go of Eddie’s arms but cornering him against the kitchen aisle. “Not until you calm down.”

But how was he supposed to? Everything she told him was real, and the proof was right before his eyes. He had marched in here with a purpose, but that purpose was misguided. He was everything she told him he was. “I can’t.”

It could have been the uneasiness in Eddie’s eyes, or maybe the fact he owed him, but before either could do anything about it Buck was leaning down and capturing his lips with his own.

It was one fast kiss, touch and go, just to calm him down, he told himself. It quickly became hungry.

Eddie’s hands pushed on his chest almost desperately, trying to fight him off, but Buck kept him steady by the hips, overpowering him until he relaxed under his touch. No less than three minutes.

“Eddie” he pleaded, his voice breaking as he put some distance between them. “Please tell me what’s going on with you.”

Thing is, Eddie’s brain had stopped working around the same second he felt Buck’s tongue. He had desired this for so long, and now that he had it… he didn’t deserve it. “No” he finally said, pushing Buck away softly. “I’m not gonna let it happen like this.”

“Eddie” insisted Buck. “It’s just you and me.”

A spark of something lit up inside him. So Buck was alone. Simultaneously and unwillingly, the pit in his stomach deepened. “You didn’t- did you- well did she-”

“There was no date, Eddie,” said Buck, stopping his train of thought rather violently. “Did you really think I was gonna go after you kissed me? You kissed me. Have you thought about that? You kissed me.”

“You keep repeating it like it’s the worse thing that’s happened to you” he barked, hitting him on the shoulder. Honest to god, he had no idea how to dig himself out of this situation and he was starting to panic.

Buck took one step closer and Eddie’s breath hitched, his heartbeat raising. He couldn’t stop staring. “No, Eddie, it wasn’t. And if you had asked me to stay, I would have.”

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tags for readers: @mattsire @knightlywonders 💗

#I’m not really sure how this is gonna end #the she im talking about is an asshole tho lmao #evan buckley #buddie #eddie diaz #911 tv show #911 fox #buck x eddie #evan buck buckley #911 #911 abc #buck and eddie #buddie fic #buddie fanfiction #buddie fanfic #911 buddie #buddie drabble

[ruhorih4ra]

╰⁠(⁠ ⁠･⁠ ⁠ᗜ⁠ ⁠･⁠ ⁠)⁠➝ Part. 6

I have a feeling I just reused a scene from another of my ffs, that's because my brain it's lazy af JASJAJ please feign dementia for me ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽

Get out of my way 🌈

“Hmm! You've to try this, it's delicious!” Beelzebub looked at you with an expression you couldn't read. Was it yearn? affection? Love? A mix of all? “Why are you looking at me like that?” You kept eating the giant dessert.

It was an exuberant one, the demon lord’s castle made of different kinds of ice cream, just for the two of you.

“Here.” Beel lifted your chin and wiped some ice cream from the corner of your lips, he licked it happily. “You're right! It's delicious!” You blushed almost instantly, not a cute soft blush but something more violent and clearly noticeable.

“I must look like a tomato.” Beelzebub laughed and closed his eyes for a brief fraction of time, tilting his head as if trying to see the similarities.

You didn't know how or when, but he was already by your side. Next thing you knew, Beel was kissing you. His lips were soft and sweet against yours. It felt so real, the smell of candy mixed with something sweeter that you couldn’t pinpoint “No. I would say you taste like cherry.”

Sometimes memories come back in the form of dreams. This was the case, you knew it was a dream but it had happened. Your heart ached knowing that your little oasis was ending.

“Mc, let's do this again! I love eating with you, I love you!” He smiled and you felt at peace, you had the ridiculous idea that maybe you could trap this moment in a bottle.

“Promise me we will.” As soon as you tried to control it, the dream began to fade. This wasn't part of what had happened, at that moment, you hadn't had the need for a promise.

“Beelzebub, promise!” The urge you felt to hear those words was absurd, even more since you knew it was a dream. But you needed it, desperately, you wanted to live that false reality.

You didn't want to remember how Beel started going to eat with Sc instead of you. How he would bring you food as a consolation prize.

“Promise me, please!!” You felt tears streaming down your face, were they real? Beelzebub’s face started to blur and his voice sounded far away. “Mc, don't cry, I prom-”

You woke up gasping for air, you felt sweaty and restless. There was a prominent and growing feeling of hunger. You hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, the fight with Lucifer had sent you straight to your room.

Even if they had offered you something before, you couldn't have eaten it. Now things were different, you felt so hungry that it was actually painful.

“It's quite late, they must be asleep by now, Right? You! Go and check!!” “Why me?! I just got here!!” You took the Little D. of Wrath from one of his horns. “Do it, NOW!” The mirror cracked and your eyes glowed with a furious neon green. “At your orders, MC!!”

While the Little D. went to check, the other little demons looked at you from some distance, clearly gossiping about your bad attitude and mood swings. “The coast is clear!” You immediately went to the kitchen, your stomach roaring quite similar to Beelzebub's.

You opened the fridge, taking the first edible thing that caught your eye. “Delicious. Finally, some good fucking food.” “That's just a piece of cheese, human.”

You took a neatly prepared plate, it was protected with plastic and a note that said: "To Mc, we are sorry. Please eat something." You fell to your knees, removing the plastic and eating with your hands.

The need to consume grew with each bite you took. The more you thought about the brothers… “Don't be disgusting, use a fork.” “No.” It was delicious, you recognized the flavors of your favorite dish. It brought tears to your eyes, but also an incredible great feeling of sadness.

“They think they can apologize with a simple act of care.” You sobbed, discarding the plate and taking a pie instead. The pie had a note attached “Property of Satan. Beel, don't eat it or else...” “Screw you, Satan.” You saw a single elegantly decorated pink muffin. It tasted wonderful. “Hmm, fumckium Amsmo!”

Comically, a glowing poison apple appeared in front of you, you could have sworn a choir of angels was heard. “Okay, okay, I get it. Divine punishment, but yeah I can't eat this, it would literally kill me.” “I'll take it.” You shrugged, whatever to piss Lucifer off. “Okay.”

You saw Sc's baked bread, it looked really good but your stomach had already arrived to its limit. “I think I'll pass.” “Give it to me!!” “Finee!” You passed the bread to the Little D. of Gluttony and... wait, what?

You turned to see the Little D. so fast your neck actually ached. The tiny demon was raiding the fridge, whistling happily.

Your jaw was hanging, surprise clearly written on your face. “No, no, no!! The last one arrived just some hours ago! Why are YOU here!?!” “Don't blame us for your sins!!” “No, no, no. This is bad, absolutely bad.”

There were already four of them, the story didn't mention the time but you had a hunch they hadn't shown so soon.

Not even two days had passed since it all started! “Stop!! You're going to empty the fridge!!” “I'm still hungry!!” You bit your lips, panic taking a hold on you. Without much determination and more resignation, you sat on the floor. “What am I going to do now?!?”

A single tear rolled down your face, you were tired, anxious, worried and alone. Your head fell into your hands as you shook it. “God, I took care of your grown up children, please take care of me too!”

“Hahaha, You're so funny, Mc.” Your heart stopped for a moment. That voice, a calming yet alarming voice. Swallowing, very slowly, you lifted your head from your hands. Your eyes following the voice until they landed on a wide smile.

“Hi, a pleasure to finally meet you! Well, we had already met... But now you can actually see me!!” You blinked twice, painfully slow. “Hahaha, oh please forgive me! I'll start again.”

The beautiful lady in front of you smiled and offered you a hand.

“Hello, I'm Lilith!”

Pt. 8! ಠ⁠‿⁠ಠ

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[achaotichuman]

Angsty thought but like imagine Rhysand and Tamlin got into one of their fights during a ballroom, Tamlin storming out with rhysand following him.

Both of them angry and sad because of what happened, Rhysand angry at Tamlin's nonchalance and how "stone-faced" he was about the whole debacle. Tamlin angry at Rhys when he made a comment that maybe Tamlin really was like his father.

So Tamlin pissed off and was so hurt by this male who was his first best friend whirls around Rhysand and instead of Tamlin's face, Rhysand was looking directly at His sisters face and Rhysand's sister (Tam who shapeshifted) sneered and said "Maybe you really are like your father, considering you couldn't even save your own mother and sister"

A bit more angsty and dramatic then my usual asks but I was watching Scandal and I thought of this prompt to my two toxic love-birds :3

My first reaction to this was a violent gasp, because yes, this is very good. Very dramatic, very angsty, all things I love. Here's how I think that scene would go.

It was supposed to be a routine get-together, the Courts of Prythian coming together for one night. The Courts were far to separate and to maintain peace two things would take place every decade on a solstice. One, the High lords would gather for a meeting, it was a rare occasion that didn't end in someone storming out, and something getting thrown. Tamlin had to admit he found them amusing. Second, the people of each Court would gather for a large celebration, one Court was chosen each year, there they would open their borders to all who wished to attend, and a large celebration would be thrown.

No one admitted it, but everyone knew, these celebrations had simply turned into a way for the High lords to one up each other. Who had to most money to spend? Who had the most lavish taste?

It was a dick measuring contest, and Tamlin hated it. But had to go anyway, next decade would be his turn to host. That was going to be a nightmare and a half, Andras and Alis were somehow already excited for it, those two loved a good celebration. They especially loved the drama it would cause.

The meeting had gone as smoothly as one could hope for. Poor Nostrus was the one to host this year, the meeting and the celebration were to take place in Adriata. The office Nostrus had led the High lords too once they arrived was perfectly decorated, but quite empty. Only the table and chairs. the edges of the room were gilded with gems and gold, and a large balcony overlooked the sea. Nothing else though. Nostrus had most likely been thinking off the last meeting, that one Tamlin had attended as Prince. Someone had thrown something made of glass, it had shattered all over the floor, a shard nicking Tamlin in the arm.

Even still, the lack of anything to throw did not stop the arguments from pouring out. Tamlin didn't have enough fingers to count how many times he rolled his eyes, or loosened a sigh.

All entertainment from watching six grown men snapping at each other's throats was drowned the second he walked in.

Rhysand was fashionably late, as he always is. He waltzed in, the doors slamming open to reveal his clouds of darkness. His two Illyrian dogs prowling behind him. Rhysand gave some half-assed excuse as to why he was late that everyone had to suppress the urge to roll their eyes at. Rhysand had only been in power a few years, as had Tamlin. Yet he acted as though he had been ruling for centuries.

When they sat down, Rhysand scanned the room, watching everyone like a predator waiting for the perfect time to bite. Finally, he looked over at Tamlin, and that natural predator's glare turned hungry, like he'd spotted a lone deer in a clearing. Tamlin fought the urge to curl into himself, he held Rhysand's gaze with what he hoped was a similar intensity. Those his eyes could only muster hatred, Rhysand's was filled with loathing and lust. When Cassian and Azriel turned their eyes to lock into Tamlin, the Spring Lord slowly and pointedly looked at the Shadowsinger, then the General and back to Rhysand. Tamlin then huffed a laugh and threw them a smirk before turning away.

Tamlin could feel the seething rage coming off of Rhysand in waves even if he was looking away. Tamlin was his chosen target of the night, and damn him to terrors in Hell, but the part of Tamlin that still belonged to his past couldn't wait to see what the Night Lord had in stall for him.

Soon night fell and the Summer Court was in a buzz. Tamlin was led into a large ballroom. Covered in gold and splendor. The sounds of the ocean crashing outside seemed to blend into the music, creating a symphony of nature and man-made creation. The second the notes hit his ears Tamlin closed his eyes for a moment, almost beginning to sway to it. A pinch from Andras had him snapping back to the present. His sentry shot him a look and Tamlin just raised an eyebrow, discreetly flipping him off before striding away from his friend.

Tamlin found a nice corner, where he was away from everybody, and could simply lean against the wall, close his eyes and tap his fingers in time to the music.

His peace lasted for a total of thirty seconds. Then a cold chill spread across his skin, a chill he wanted to forget but his body remembered. Tamlin didn't have to open his eyes to know Rhysand was standing close to him. Rhysand didn't need to speak to know Tamlin knew he was there. Still, Tamlin refused to be the first to talk.

They stayed standing there for a half hour, some secret challenge between them. Who would break the silence first? Tamlin tried to ignore Rhysand's lingering presence, but he couldn't enjoy the music knowing that darkness was swirling so close to him.

Tamlin had never been made to play these games. Finally, he opened his eyes and turned to face Rhysand, lip pulled back into a snarl, "What do you want?"

Rhysand's face split into a grin. Ecstatic that Tamlin had been the first to break.

"I wanted to know why the High lord of Spring, is not enjoying the festivities with his people, I thought you of all people would not consider yourself above the commoners?" Rhysand emphasized 'High lord' he knew Tamlin did not want this crown. He loved picking at that, making him feel even more unworthy than what he already was, but never letting him forget that he could never be normal like he so desperately wanted to be.

Tamlin didn't entertain his outright ridiculas question. He simply looked back towards the people of Prythian, mingling, dancing and talking to one another.

Rhysand hated when Tamlin could be more carefree and silent than him. It showed when Rhysand stepped closer, invading his space, crowding around him that forced Tamlin to remember how Rhysand, despite only being a few inches taller than Tamlin, could seem like he was twice his size.

"I've heard the little fox has been prancing around your Court, have you found another so quickly my love?" Rhysand snarled in his ear. Tamlin hated those even more than the comment before it. He hated thinking about what they were. What had happened.

"Answer me, darling." Rhysand hissed.

"Lucien is my friend, Rhysand." Tamlin said, his voice calm and level, unlike Rhysand's.

The bat opened and closed his mouth, face confused, then turning to anger. Hatred reeling in his eyes, Rhysand had always hated when Tamlin could be level and cool. Hated when his venomous words didn't drive him up the wall.

"Friend, lover, whore, who draws the lines." Rhysand shrugged, those damning smirk adorning his face.

"I do, and we have no relations beyond friendship." He was friends with Lucien, had been for a long time now. Since taking on the crown, Lucien along with Jesminda had shown up for him more than ever. He was his friend, a better friend than Rhysand had ever been, it had taken Tamlin far too long to realize that.

"The bounds of friendship stretch, Little Lord of Spring, we would know that wouldn't we?" Rhysand trailed a finger down Tamlin's arm. If Tamlin didn't know Rhysand as well as he did, he would've snapped, perhaps hurt the male horribly. But as it were, Tamlin could have laughed, Rhysand was getting desperate for a reaction.

"We wouldn't know that." Tamlin murmured.

Rhysand went predatorially still, a wolf sitting back on its hunches, preparing to strike. Tamlin remembered the power that had filled Rosehall as two High lords came into power. And the way Rhysand had gone so still. Tamlin couldn't help the fear that leapt up into his throat.

"We would, our... friendship, it stretched a quite a bit." Rhysand said, a growl pressing into his voice.

Tamlin couldn't help it, he huffed a laugh. Rhysand took a hold of his arm, "Don't deny it Spring."

"Deny what, bat?" Tamlin quipped.

Rhysand just grinned, instead of answering he asked, "Do you think about me when you fuck him?" Rhysand jutted his head towards where a group of Autumn males were socializing. Tamlin didn't doubt Lucien was among them.

Tamlin finally laughed, a full, genuine laugh. He laughed even harder when Rhysand's face fell from smugness to simmering hatred.

"Lucien is happy in his own relationships." Tamlin said, he would never tell Rhysand about Jesminda, but it made him feel good to know how false Rhysand's little theory was.

Tamlin leaned in close, stepping up onto his tiptoes to be Rhysand's level, like he used to do before he kissed him, "And you and your little wings, are the last things I'm thinking about when I'm fucking somebody."

That 'little wings' comment made Rhysand step forward, pressing his body fully against Tamlin. His eyes full of anger, making the violet a deep purple, "Liar." Rhysand hissed. "You are too much like the dogs to be on a throne such as Spring. You deserve less than a feral animal. We used to call you that, you know, Cassian, Az and I. The feral kid from Spring. You were like a dog when we fucked too. A desperate bitch in heat."

Tamlin had heard enough. Here was the male he had been friends with for decades. Who had taught him to wield daggers and swords. Who had taken him in when his brothers left him bloodied, bruised and broken. Who had brought him up so high when he had felt so low. Who had assured him he wasn't the dog, the beast, everyone accused him of being.

His brothers called him a beast, a dog, a feral animal. Rhysand knew all that, because Tamlin had told him. Rhysand had been the one to tell him he was never that. Had told him he was worthy of being treated like person, had told him that was the bare minimum.

Now, he threw it all back in his face like he never meant it. And it hurt. It hurt so much.

If Tamlin stayed any longer, he was going to lose it. So he turned away from Rhysand headed for the exit, people stared at him. Andras tried to wave him down and even Lucien looked over, but Tamlin passed them all.

He practically ran out the entrance. Down the stairs, going and going until he found an empty esplanade, a road that overlooked the glittering sea. The moon hung in the deep night sky, stars stared down at him as if they were accusing him. Accusing him of the same crime Rhysand was. A crime he didn't fucking commit.

It didn't matter though; Rhysand couldn't be swayed. And oh, how Tamlin had tried to sway him. Had sent him letter after letter after letter. Begging and pleading for Rhysand to listen to him. His brothers had drugged him, he didn't even remember telling them. The whole thing had been a haze, a blur of nothing.

But Rhysand didn't care what he had to say. Just wanted someone to blame.

Rhysand now appeared beside him, had followed him from the party.

The darkness curled around Tamlin's wrists like chains. Would he ever be free of the clutches of Night? Or had becoming friends with Rhysand in the first place trapped him in a cage he could never escape?

"You're a coward," Rhysand hissed, "A good for nothing, waste of space. You're a coward and you're nothing."

"I am worth something-," Tamlin tried to argue.

Rhysand laughed, "Oh you think I was serious when I told you that? I lie Tamlin, and I lied to you. Without me, you aren't worth a drop of anything anyone gives you. Give it time, that fox you love so much will leave. In time everyone will leave you."

Tamlin sucked in a breath, and finally chose to turn away from him. Tears were beginning to form in the Spring Lords eyes, and he wouldn't let Rhysand see them.

As Tamlin turned around, Rhysand delivered the final blow, "Going to run away from this too? Going to pretend none of this affects you at all? Why did I expect anything more? You're just like your father. I hope you never have children, hate for what happened to you to happen to them."

Tamlin's entire world came to crashing halt. He stopped walking as everything he had convinced of himself shattered.

Rhysand's footsteps were the only sound he could hear as the Night Lord came closer.

"Hate that its true Tamlin?"

Tamlin felt his shoulders begin to shake, then his heart racing, and finally his face contorting, his skin changing as anger overrode every rational thought in his mind.

"Come now, little Tamlin, tell me how right I am." Rhysand was right behind him now, so close Tamlin could feel his breath on his neck.

Tamlin then whirled around. He stared right up in Rhysand's eyes and watched as those lustful, selfish eyes turned to horror.

Instead of Tamlin's face, it was Rhysand's sister, Branon, who glowered up at him. And it was in Branon's voice that Tamlin said, "Perhaps you are truly like your father, considering you couldn't even save your own mother and sister's lives."

Rhysand paled, his whole body beginning to shake. Tears formed in his eyes, and he stumbled back. Tamlin, still wearing Branon's face, sneered, "You have become exactly what you swore you would never be. Selfish! Vindictive! and cruel! I have never deserved your hatred! You know what happened that night! I needed saving too! You let us all drown! I may have never been worth anything to you, but you were worth something to me and now," Tamlin let out a cold, humorless laugh, "Now I feel nothing for you. Your face, your eyes, your voice and your words, mean absolutely nothing to me."

Tears spilled down Rhysand's cheeks, and true to his words, Tamlin felt nothing for him. No remorse, no anger, no hatred. Just plain nothing. Everything emptied out from his words, words that were a long time coming.

Rhysand looked down to the floor. Tamlin wondered if he was remembering his dear sister. A woman who had loved with fire and passion. Who had smiled through flames. Who had fought with power like no other.

Tamlin only felt a little guilty for using her face to put Rhysand in his place. But the guilt was only for her, never for Rhysand.

Tamlin refused to ever feel guilty for Rhysand, for what the Night Lord had brought upon himself by refusing to move on, by refusing to listen to the true story. Instead making up his own and flaunting it to everyone.

Tamlin would be free of him. That he swore. He was worth something. The people in his life would not leave him. Rhysand was wrong.

************************************

Rhysand had been right.

Tamlin laid in the ruins of his Court. He looked up at the stars. Tears spilling down his cheeks, his whole-body trembling as he struggled to keep his cries contained.

Everyone had left him, like Rhysand had said they would. He had succumbed to his own rage, like his father, like Rhysand had accused him of being.

Rhysand was right.

He wasn't worth anything.

I loved this prompt so much! Thank you so much for sharing, I hope I did this one justice!

#acotar #pro tamlin #tamlin #tamsand #rhysand #rhyslin #acotar au #acotar fanfiction #acotar headcanons #sorry for the ending #I couldnt help but make it sad #don't twist my words though! rhysand was not right tam! you are worth something! #anti rhysand

[yanban-san]

Took a short break on R0′s discord to write out this lovely piece about Hydreigon Submas. :)

Summary: You were cooking at your campsite in what you had thought to be a peaceful area of hybrid territory; Not realizing the reason it was so peaceful was because two verrrry powerful dragons were taking up residence on the mountain and were killing anything dangerous that tried to take their territory. You just wanted a peaceful camping trip, but the Hydreigons smelled your cooking and decided you were too cute to leave alone.

CW: 🔞 Biting, Blood play, Non-con stuff, Aphrodisiacs, Mind-melding/Brainwashing stuff, Hydreigon Hybrid AU, Breeding Kink, NSFW 🔞

You thrashed uselessly against the strong arms pinning you down- against the thick, powerful tail binding your legs together. Your eyes met the harsh, slitted silver ones that stared down at you as though you were a freshly caught pidove. And what a terribly wide smile was on it’s face, too. You felt something strange- ticklish and wet on your wrists being held by the hand of the hybrid- And before you could acknowledge anything else, the hybrid shoved it’s face into yours, it’s thick tongue wrestling your lips apart as it slid into your mouth. It tasted oddly bitter and sweet- Like soap mixed with honey. And you felt- something pinching at your wrists- like teeth. And a sensation of licking.

A Hydreigon Hybrid, you realized. Violent and aggressive and always very hungry for new prey.

 Maybe your cooking had attracted it, you cursed-

“Emmet, stop-”

And suddenly the hybrid pulled away from you, a high-pitched hiss leaving it’s mouth as another hand reached over and pushed it away- It’s long tongue thrashing against the hand holding it’s face back from yours.

The one who had been kissing you, Evidently Emmet, kept darting his eyes between you and-

The other one.

Who looked exactly like Emmet, except he had a curious black robe on instead of the white one the other wore. A deep frown was on his face, his eyes marked with darker and longer striped markings, accentuating his silver irises. His maned horn-collar flared with deep fuchsia and black as he looked down at you. “You’re pretty.” He remarked, cocking his head at you. His voice was deep and thundering in your ear- his hands biting firmly into your wrists as he studied you like a freshly caught fish, rather than a person- And he just called you pretty? Oh no. Oh no-

“I found her first,” hissed Emmet, sinking claws into your legs, “I found her first Ingo- I want her first. Mine.” Ingo hissed back at his brother. “Nonsense, you’re too rough- You’d hurt her. In fact, you already did.” He pointed out, grabbing your wrists and showing him the now bleeding marks his hand-mouth had left. A gasp and whimper left his throat as took it gingerly in his gloved hand, and his main mouth’s tongue shot out again, licking your wrist rather erotically as he kept glancing at you. A blush spread across your face- The bleeding marks didn’t hurt. Rather, they strangely felt nice. Vaguely, you heard Emmet whimper in between the kisses and licks he was giving your wrists, a muttering of an apology or assuagement- a cooing sound coming from deep in his throat.

The more temperate one, Ingo, seemed to read your mind. “My apologies, little dear. Our saliva is a venom, but in small doses, it does numb pain and can make it… pleasurable. We’ll keep these marks from hurting until you’re healed, dear.”

Heh, The way he phrased it made it sound like they were going to make you stay with them- That was silly, you thought. You giggled. That sounded really silly. There were two of them above you as your vision went bleary- a headache only beginning to form as you desperately tried to keep your head upright. And somewhere, somehow, you were vaguely aware Ingo was telling you something else, his voice fading in and out with your consciousness. “…It’s also… ah, you seem to be light-headed-… Emmet-…. -Venom-” And you passed out, feeling giddy. Light headed was an excellent description- Like you were floating on clouds and dancing in the rain, and you barely noticed anything as the hybrid picked you up and carried you through the clouds to their aerie.

Until the venomous poison settled in your stomach.

An intense heat burned from somewhere in your body- and you felt an uncomfortably sensitive pleasure growing between your legs, up your stomach, around your breasts and even to your legs and arms and neck- And your head felt like it was swimming in soup. You were vaguely aware something-one of the hybrids- was holding you. You were somewhere dark now, and fluffy. Very fluffy- Ingo’s claws felt so nice on your skin… And you grabbed his hand, forcefully rubbing it along your stomach as you whined, unaware of what you were doing.

“Shh, shh- Dear, there will be plenty of time for that later…” And he began massaging your back, sending awful shots of pleasure through your body- His knee was almost between your legs, and you moved one over to straddle him- Anything to relieve that awful pressure- You felt his body rumble from the growl he emitted, as his wings came down around you- But, suddenly, he pushed you away, and you blearily watched him stumble to the entrance of the dark fluffy place- and spit. A lot.

A dark, purple-pink fluid dripped from his mouth, and he grabbed something- a vile of water, it looked like- and rinsed out his mouth again. “She’s good at handling our venom, brother. She’d be fine-” You heard from another corner of the dark, fluffy place- Another set of wings wrapping around you, feeling an electric sensation of something wet and stick rubbing against your neck. The hot breath of the other hybrid on your ear, making you shudder.

Ingo spat out again. “Absolutely not; She can barely see right now, brother- And even I hate having that much venom just dripping-”

“She’ll try to run away once she recovers. I’m just making sure she stays here. She’s verrrry cute. I found her first. Mine.”

“We can convince her not to leave,” Ingo remarked, wiping his hands.

"One way or another."

----

“Should we bring her some food? I want to bring her something.” Emmet said, his tail swishing eagerly. Hunting-! He wanted to hunt for you. Bring you something tasty- And something much more substantial than whatever that pathetic little thing you'd been cooking earlier was.

“Berries and herbs- You know what to look for, right? I have that human book… top shelf-”

You heard clunking and thudding- gentle, soft thudding against the fluffiness of the cave.

Emmet’s wings flexed, and he took off out of the cave with a tattered wild plant field guide in hand.

Ingo sighed as he walked back in, watching you pass out again. Having mates- Or potential mates- made them salivate even more venom than normal. Your blood tasted delicious as he licked your wrists again, soothing the pain with more pleasure. You’d be in and out of consciousness for a while more, and hopefully if Emmet could find the right herbs he could at least make you a balm to help bring you back down to your right mind. He bundled up the wooloo furs, arranging them in a shape like a bed- And laid you on top, curling up beside you. 

You were very cute. Ingo had to agree with his brother- It would be so easy to mate with you like this- the way you kept clinging to him, even when passed out- His feathers and fur flexed strongly, his face and fur blooming with deep, dark fuchsia-colored blush. He gingerly held you against him, taking care not to let his claws dig at you- and he clenched his thumbs against his palms, preventing his mouths from opening up by accident and biting you again.

...Though he was a little more than annoyed that Emmet had gotten to mark you first, with his bites.

He’d take you next. For certain.

Ingo languidly pulled your leg coverings off, your scent hitting him harshly. He licked his lips unconsciously, running his tongue over his fangs eagerly. His slitted pupils widened, a trickle of fuschian drool dripping from his lips. Running his gloved claws over your pussy, sopping wet from venom-induced arousal, slick instantly seeping through the fingers of his glove- Oh dear, he thought, and discarded it- It was also soaking with his venom now.

Ingo pressed his hand against your cunt, stroking lightly with his claws- circling your clit with his thumb. You bucked against him, whining in heat- An involuntary growl left his throat, as he braced his palm against your cunt, and the hand’s tongue trepidly flicked out to lick whatever he was touching-

And oh-

You tasted-

Wonderful.

Ingo couldn’t hold back the strange chirping noises he found himself making as he forced one of his secondary tongues into your pussy- and you whimpered in your drugged out state. He was enraptured, and venom laced drool was leaking from his mouths- All three of them. You tasted wonderful. Wonderful wasn’t enough to describe it-

He needed his mouths on you. All of them. He wanted to bite and mark you so badly. Claim you all for himself-

And why couldn't he, he realized?

Ingo needed no further urging, growls growing more and more aggressive in his throat as he pressed his claws into your soft, plush thighs, folding you over in your stupor to press his mouth against your cunt- Licking and lapping and forcing the full length of his venom laced bite into your pretty little hole, dripping with that delicious, delicious slick- It wasn’t enough to bury his face as forcefully as he could, pushing your thighs against his head before spreading you as wide as he could as he trailed his tongue over your clit, sucking forcefully. Hearing your whimpers and moans-

More. He wanted more.

You cried out, whining harshly at the lightning jolt of pleasure shooting through your body- Whining and half sobbing at the intensity of the sensation. His hands sunk their own fangs into your thighs, injecting more of his venom into you- Pretty, pretty little mate, pulling on his hair so forcefully! He growled, hissing- biting into your thigh for a second, before returning to the task at hand. Your dripping cunt, so wet, so warm- Perfect for him. The hydreigon hybrid bucked his hips uselessly against the bedding he’d prepared for you- Nowhere near firm enough, the lack of friction against his hard cock useless as he forced one of your legs down, trying to rut against it- Utterly useless. The barking growl growing more aggressive in his throat as he grew more frustrated.

Somehow, you became aware- But only just- that something was happening to you. You tried to push the hybrid away from you, desperately- Your vision had returned, although terribly blurry- and somehow- You knew you needed to get away from whatever lovely, lovely thing was between your legs.

Ingo looked shocked, his tongue reaching for your cunt again as you tried to force his head back- rolling off the bed of furs and fluff and onto the cave floor- You needed to get to the light, right-? That would be the exit- 

And you were slammed roughly into the ground, the clawed hand of the hydreigon pulling on your hair roughly as it pinned you down with it’s entire body. Ingo snarled at you, forcing you back up- And the worst part was it didn’t even hurt. The Hydreigon was none too happy, throwing you back onto the little bed he’d prepared for you. Drool dripped onto your face as you tried to focus on it’s features- Sharp silver eyes against the horned cowl decorating it’s head, fangs dripping with- blood? Pink. Pink blood.

“Little mate,” He hissed, “You’re going to be my little mate, and you’re going to like it, understood?” Ingo was furious you’d tried to reject him- But no matter. Like Emmet said, you’d come around. One way or another.

Or maybe you'd just gotten delirious from how much venom was coursing through your veins- Yes, that was a much nicer alternative to thinking you were trying to reject him. But still- It made him angry. You would need a permanent reminder that you were now his mate.

----

You craned your neck, trying to see where the exit- the light, had gone- Or something, you weren’t sure what- In your near upside down vision, there were about seven or eight spots of light. Ingo looked down at your delicate throat, salivating. Offering him your collarbone- You really did want to be his mate!

He sunk his fangs deeply into your neck, groaning happily as you let out a cute little yelp of surprise. The venomous drool leaking from his mouth into the cuts as he milked blood and salty sweat from your flesh- growling harshly as his wings folded around you. His eyes went bleary as he basked in the pleasure of the sensation, a growl welling in his throat and getting caught as he kept sinking his fangs into your shoulder- His other hand-mouth biting your shoulder under your shirt, licking attentively-

Your shirt was getting in his way- And with a harsh ripping sound, you were left completely exposed under him. Soft and pretty- Your skin felt so nice against his scales, feeling your heart against his own made his fur bristle warmly. Pretty little mate. All his. All his.

All his. His mate. His cute little mate, who'd look so cute with his pups- Yes, that would keep you there.

That would make you theirs! Stuffing you full of his pups- Yes, that sounded wonderful.

His gaze fell down to your breasts as he stretched himself back up, reaching down to touch you curiously, though not gently- your breathing hitched strangely when he brushed over your nipple, and you whined so cutely for him when he pinched it harder, rubbing it between his fingers. He grabbed it fully, his hand’s mouth coming over and sucking aggressively as you whined again, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. Ingo brought himself down to you, kissing you- His tongue invading your mouth and choking back your whines as you pressed your tongue against his, the strange salty-soapy-sweet taste returning in full. Your mouth tasted good too-! He moaned, grinding against your cunt desperately- his voice straining as he forced his tongue into the back of your throat, coiling around your own tongue- So small compared to his own, he noted.

His cock seemed far too big for a mere human to take it-

But you were going to be his cute little mate, of course you could take it. He’d make you take it. “Little mate,” He breathed harshly, forcing his length between your legs, trying to push it in- “Be a good little fuck toy for me- Mine. My little mate- My cute little mate- Mine, mine- Mine-My little fucking doll- Mate, Fuck-” He growled aggressively, forcing himself inside your slick cunt with a harsh thrust- Each rutting movement punctuated harshly with a declaration of his ownership of you. Ingo moved his mouth from yours down to your collarbone, sinking his fangs back in, whining and growling as he rutted as deeply as he could inside of you, sucking on your collarbone, nipping at your breast, his other hand biting along your arm, moving to gently squeeze your other breast as he braced himself with his wings. “Mine, Mine, mine- My pretty little mate, so good for me-! You just need- to be fucked properly, damnit-”

He let up for a second, gasping for air- “Full of- my cum, full of pups- My good little mate, my good little fucking mate-! Good-!” He growled, returning his mouth to your shoulder again as he came, filling you with his cum- The way your cunt clenched around his cock, refusing to let him go- What a perfect little mate you were for him! So good, and all his, all his-! He released his grip-

Staring down at you as a trickle of his venom and your blood trailed down his face- And he noticed your shoulder was a horribly bloody mess as well. Oh well. He licked it up, nuzzling into your neck to inhale your scent as you whimpered- Still, the pain was blurred into pleasure. For now. They’d have to keep you like this for a while… Another bite mark that would need to heal, he knew. “Shh, shh- Lovely little mate.” He cooed back into your ear. His wings wrapping around you.

You were such a lovely little mate; Perfect, perfect, perfect for them.

#Hydreigon Hybrids #Pokehybrid AU #Sethosover18 #Submas X Reader #Ingo X reader #Emmet X reader technically #Emmet will show up in Part Two! #Ingo/Reader #Emmet/Reader

[soullessjack]

sorry for the winchesters posting so late in the game but im finally seeing it with my good ol buddies and oh my god there are so many jack parallels it almost has to be on purpose. and like yeah Tony the half-Djinn who tries to be a good monster is the most obvious parallel but holy shit. MAC from episode 6 is soo.

like. you have a quaint little hunting circle, and there’s a guy with a bad background and a “dark soul” that you allowed into your circle fully knowing that he had a “dark soul,” and posed a risk because of it. but when you saw how that darkness and violence could be useful to you, you just let it go unchecked and worsen over time and you let his need for power become extreme enough that he turns to **dark magic for it and only when he became a threat to you, did you decide he just had to die because in the exclusively hypothetical scenario where he finally turned on you, you knew he’d win.

and the thing is, you already knew he was a threat from the get go. you knew about his darkness and why he did what he did. you knew he needed help, but you didn’t know how to help him, and frankly you didn’t even try to help him because he was more useful to you as a weapon, and only when you were at the same mercy you inflicted on others with him did you finally act. and you didn’t know how to help him and frankly you didn’t even try to. you had a friend stuck in a cycle of violence, and instead of helping him, you wielded him like some kind of weapon.

**and like, I know Jack didn’t turn to dark magic for the exact same reason Mac did—Mac was an abuse survivor who wanted to stop feeling powerless and became excessively power-hungry in the process, while Jack is an all-powerful being who hates feeling powerless and also explicitly feels that not using his power for others is selfish and wrong, which in turn drives him to become power-hungry specifically for the sake of others and doing things for them: resorting to potent and unstable necromancy just to bring Mary back for Sam and Dean; drawing on + destroying his soul just to kill Michael for everyone he’s ever cared about and because he personally hates Michael, using the fullest extent of his power to excruciatingly kill Nick and Duma’s targets for Sam and Dean, becoming a living God-destroying bomb just so he can make amends for his actions, etc.

and that’s his personal cycle of violence. that’s the cycle both he and his family explicitly weaponize for their benefit.

Mac’s cycle was seeking more and more power, becoming more and more violent as a result of his past abuse and helplessness, and instead of helping him with that initial trauma like TFW sort of did, Mary’s aunt (?) and her circle of hunters fully enabled him to seek out more power and be useful to them, and when he became what they let him become, they blew up a cave with him inside. buried him, similarly to how Jack was “buried” in the Ma’lak box after the state of soullessness and Michael-blinker that Sam and Dean were both responsible for and complicit in, made him an unstoppable threat. (although to their credit, TFW does make some effort to break it by repeatedly telling Jack that he doesn’t need to be strong or helpful to be valued/loved by them, and they do make efforts to help him, but they also don’t exactly stop him from seeking/gaining power depending on the long term goal and they really only help him after he’s already suffered the ‘inevitable fate’ of the monster they created in him).

ultimately the episode ends with Lata convincing Mac to destroy his cycle, to choose peace and move on from the past instead of dwelling on resentment and becoming as angry and violent as his abusers, and Mary’s relative (i rlly don’t remember her name I’m sorry) says that she has a lot of work to do if she’s going to make it right, even if she can’t undo what she did, which i feel is a very solid parallel to Dean [and Sam] working to make amends with Jack.

I know that Dean didn’t create this alternate universe and isn’t a controlling force like Chuck, but given that he’s the narrator and blatantly speaks from his experiences as The Monster Club goes through them, I can’t help but think that all of these parallels to Jack (between Tony and Mac and even a few things with John that I’ll post about later), are on purpose. …

#spn #spn prequel #the winchesters #the winchesters 1x06 #dean winchester #jack kline #spn parallels #spn meta #chuck won theory #<- sort of but not quite #spn season 16 #sam winchester #spn 14x20 #spn 14x19 #dean & jack #sam and jack #liek ………. … am i alone on this #is the hype lost on the winchesters do we even care anymore #mary winchester #john winchester #john and mary #the monster club

[bloobluebloo]

Okay and and!! Here's the thing!! Deserts are extremely powerful natural barriers and a tactical nightmare if you're not used to navigating them! Between the fact that there was an outpost in the desert and the tactical disadvantage to just Being There, it feels to me like there was very deliberate and unsubtle pressure at every point in the process. Maybe I'm just repeating what others have said already, but even beyond the diplomatic pressure that Rauru seems to be very good at, I wonder just how violent things were getting before it escalated into all out war. Either way I am going to kick Rauru's ass

Yeah exactly this. The fact that Hyrule’s outpost was close enough to the desert for Ganondorf to be capable of deploying Moldugas (given that they need to swim through sand) tells me that there was a lot more pressure coming from Rauru and the Kingdom of Hyrule apart from “incessant invitations”. It’s like the outpost was placed there either in anticipation of the Gerudo attacking due to political pressure or Rauru anticipating that the Gerudo would eventually capitulate and thus going ahead and building outposts in advance. Building a military outpost nearly encroaching land that does not belong to you doesn’t sound very peaceful if you ask me.

Sometimes I wonder, if people were not already aware that Ganondorf was the antagonist (I discussed in another post how I feel like TotK relies heavily on players already knowing Ganondorf is a villain so that the narrative itself doesn’t have to do much work to prove him as such) if people would be able to see just how much the advantage was tilted in Rauru’s favor, and how Ganondorf’s hand was forced whether he wanted to join the kingdom or not. It was not like Rauru left him much of a choice. I mean, let’s say Ganondorf was not framed as a power hungry warlord and instead wanted to maintain the independence of his territories. He probably would have had to do exactly what he did that led up to him becoming the demon king aka find a way to eliminate this king and his kingdom because this king was certainly not going to leave him alone otherwise.

To be honest with all that power it was pretty pathetic that Rauru lost his grip on Ganondorf. It just further proves to me how much hubris he had, how insignificant he found Ganondorf to the point that he didn’t even keep a proper watch on him.

#ganonthots #bloothots

[muzzleroars]

Wanna share my take on the lore that was revealed in the Ultrakill ARG

Like,, at first, when I saw that Hell is A Living, Thinking Thing Actually, I was like "aaah scary evil mastermind, noo"

But then, after thinking some more (though some media that I've consumed recently might have influenced me) I came to a different conclusion: hell is baby. evil but baby

I mean, just think about it

God creates Hell

Hell gains sentience

And then what it sees? Eternal torment

And the human expeditions probably aren't better, cause humans probably only thought about what use Hell is for them; and also probably violence was more common after humans and machines came to Hell cause demons and husks attack them on sight in most cases and then they had to protect themselves and stuff

And children generally can be cruel unless they're taught what is wrong, bored children especially so, and in hell's case it's even worse

And all Hell has ever saw and could learn from was violence and other amoral stuff

So in the end we have Hell, a bored, cruel, likely powerfull toddler, basically

Machines at least had their programming (for better or for worse), which might have limited their violence to some extent (or in some hcs still does), and yet they still had a hand in killing off humanity. Hell either doesn't have any "programming", or if it does, it's probably smth among the lines of "torment sinners", as that's the purpose with which God created it. And obviously this doesn't make Hell any less likely to be violent and amoral

Anyway, I'm not good with words and this sounded better in my head, but that's it

YEA let's talk about hell theories!!! (i get pretty speculative, BUT this is such an interesting topic!!!)

your idea is a really interesting take on what might be going on with hell, and in a similar vein i very much enjoy that while hell may be orchestrating a lot of what's happening, it's quite difficult to say if it's truly at fault in this scenario. because like you said, hell is made for one purpose and hell knows nothing else beyond that purpose. it was made as a place of eternal torment and i'm kind of half wondering if hell is like. lucifer prime, should that exist for angels. that he was killed in his fall and transformed into hell upon his death, spawning into being hateful of what had been done to him but still under god's directive to be the source of eternal damnation. WHICH IS PROBABLY WRONG BUT i think no matter what, hell was conceived to carry out damnation and that was an entirely new concept upon its creation, nothing had ever been made before to be strictly evil and cruel. and it was left to fester, denied god's light and left on its own but still with a job to carry out. and not to relate EVERYTHING to inhnmaims, but it's very reminiscent of am in this regard - relegated underground, trained only on violence and torture, and then left to rot on its own with no other input. what else would it become but something that wants to devour all, that needs more and more grotesque entertainment in its wretched existence?

to me, the machines made by humans and the hell made by god parallel each other a lot - they are created in hubris, in a sense of complete control on the part of their makers, and yet look at what they are. the machines are powered by blood, possibly made so due to wartime needs; hell is a place filled by design with unfathomable horrors. and i think both of these decisions were far from rational choices, but instead the creators acting in fear and anger, on pure emotion. and they both created something they could not undo. the machines are blood hungry, they don't care about the new peace; hell exists only to satisfy a need for punishment, for revenge, for torture. and the terminals get bored. and hell gets bored. and now both creators have a massive, sentient network on their hands that is no longer taking their orders because they've been too far away from it for too long. i am REALLY starting to think the terminals absolutely had something to do with humanity's fall, locked up in hell and forgotten just as hell itself is. they are abandoned and uncared for, but still they think, still they live, still they want to do what they are designed to do. perhaps they were twisted by hell, perhaps they weren't at all, but these two beings are operating in sync at this point imo and no one is left at the wheel. no humans. no god. no creators, only beings like machines, angels, and hell itself that can only run on their programming and protocols. in that sense, ultrakill is a bleakly empty and directionless world, everything that's left something that was only ever meant to be...automated. the mechanisms run forever on, into destruction, into extremes, with what they were designed for disappearing in the rearview mirror. the prime souls are kind of the only thing left that has a true sense of autonomy, and they're being slaughtered by v1's directives as well.

GOT A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY...but i totally agree that hell isn't necessarily a mastermind, just another being that is, in a way, doing the only thing it knows to do. i do wonder if there's really any goal to it, or if it just wants the show to last as long as possible. does it know its resources are finite, does it want to survive or is it finding something to kill it when god couldn't? does none of that factor into it and hell truly is just bored, it doesn't care about the outcome nor does it care to speculate about it or even consider it. whatever the case i'm interested to see how it turns out, especially because this lore is answering literally all of the mechanics on how the game works in a satisfying way...which is just such neat worldbuilding!!

#genuinely i LOVE when mechanics are incorporated into the canon of a piece of media #and it seems like this game is interested in giving reasons for all of it which is just. so cool imo #esp since it's being handled well and nothing has been clumsy about the explanations #they all work with the universe and are organic to it #they add to it and flesh it out so like!!! it's very good to me aha #cake answers

[cutie4560]

Tale of Shail

Ch 1: Will You Join Us?

Thorin Oakensheild and his twelve dwarves traveled to the Shire to recruit their fourteenth member, Master Baggins. An alleged burglar, spoken so highly of by Gandalf the Gray. The simple hobbit was plucked from his comfy and safe dwelling to embark on a journey and reclaim a lost kingdom. Traveling on horseback, the company took the eastern road. The wind blew across the treetops making the leaves dance. Gandalf rode enjoying the peaceful pace. "Ah good old Toby, care for some my dear Bilbo?" offering his pipe to the hobbit. Bilbo graciously declined the offer as the group came to a sudden halt. Gandalf pulled on his reins calling up to Thorin, "Why are we stopping now?"

Ignoring the wizard's question, Thorin commanded "Dwalin, Fili, follow me. The rest of you stay here until we return!" Thorin turned back to the path ahead, eyeing a distant sign of trouble. The remaining company, although confused, obeyed their king's order. Kili was not as easily swayed. While the others kept to themselves, Kili instead began to gallop towards the three.

"Thorin, what's this all about then? Our travel has already been delayed by that buttoned up halfing. Now we're wasting time; chasing squirrels and striking every brushing bush." Dwalin grumbled.

Thorin answered while pointing to the sky "Best our travel be delayed than ambushed. Look." His finger followed the trail down showing its origin. "Be on guard, nothing is safe out here." Thorin warned. Dismounting their ponies, the three walked the grounds seeing an open fire with a hen roasting on a spit. Kili secured his pony next to Fili's. He hid behind shrubs. Fili heard the rustling, turning back all he saw were four horses, nothing unusual. Wait, four? Fili rubbed his eyes then held his growling stomach. He was starting to get hungry and the delicious smell of something roasting wasn't helping. Concluding that he must be seeing things, Fili returned to his uncle.

Thorin found a full pack amongst the campground. Going through it, he pulled out a pouch with a boar symbol embroidered into the leather "This is from the Iron Hill…" He observed the surroundings. A single tent was pitched. Hanging from a line was a couple of wet tunics. Handing the pouch over to Dwalin, Thorin went to inspect the shelter. The tent's cloth consisted mostly of flimsy patchwork. Pulling back the flap, Thorin peeked in. Inside laid out a tattered sleeping bag, a pile of dirty dented tin dishes, and a pair of black disheveled boots flopped over in the corner.

Dwalin carefully searched through the sack. Flipping it upside down he violently shook out its contents. A sharpening kit, steel pegs, wooden hammer, glass bottles, and small miscellaneous items. Finding nothing of interest Dwalin dropped the sack. He went on exploring the campground.

Over the campfire was a small chicken roasting on a spit. Fili, smacking his lips, followed the scent of cooking meat. The juices dripped, sizzling on the flames. Fili went to pull off a drumstick when he noticed a large weapon leaning against the tree. He squinted to identify an emblem, a boar? Just then A hand grabbed his shoulder. "AHH!" The prince screamed in shock. Turning around Fili saw his younger brother.

Pieces of foliage were in Kili's hair and clothes. Whipping them off his face dropped from a grin to flushed embarrassment and guilt. He shushed Fili, afraid of being reprimanded by Thorin. "Me shush? You shush!" Fili lowered his tone. Although he was irritated, he didn't want to attract his uncle's attention or the unknown camper. "By Durin, I could have carved you up, sneaking up on me like that. I-...what are you doing here? Uncle told you to stay back." He angrily whispered, even fearing Thorin's wrath for Kili's sake.

"My skills were no use back there; just tinkers and miners prepping for a snack. I would have cut the bread wrong. Besides, if the three of you found yourselves in trouble I would be here to save you." Kili argued his case.

"Ha! YOU save ME? Tell me, who helped you up onto your pony this morning?" Fili laughed, tussling his brother's hair. The two exchanged a few brotherly arm smacks and shoves. Fili wrestled Kili onto the ground. Too focused on the tussle, the brothers neglected their volume. Pinned to the ground Kili laughed, he then soon squealed as Fili snorted and hung a line of drool above his face. Kili closed his eyes and squirmed trying to break loose. When he opened his eyes, Kili saw a figure behind his brother darkened by the morning sun.

Grabbing the back of Fili's coat collar Dwalin yanked him off Kili. "What are you two idiots doing?!" Dwalin impatiently scolded the boys. "This is no place to be playing around."

"It was only a bit of fun mister Dwalin." Kili said, getting up.

Throin rejoins the now three dwarves."Kili! You were to stay back with the others." He scolded his nephew. Hearing a noise the hair on Thorin's neck stood up, "Let's get back, something isn't right."

"Let's go." Dwalin said as the three walked back to the horses.

Fili took the opportunity to nab up a new weapon. His boot stepped on a pile of leaves triggering a hidden net trap. Fili was swept up hanging in a tree. "Fili! Quick cut him down!" Thorin yelled running over, Kili and Dwalin each pulled out a knife sawing at the ropes.

Demounting from their steads, the company took a moment to stretch. Their limbs hurt from riding so many hours straight. Bombur took the opportunity to prepare a small snack; nobody opposed and even helped. Bofur hopped off his pony, heading to the bushes. Bilbo panicked as Bofur trailed off from the group "Where are you going? Thorin said to stay here." The hobbit interrogated.

"Don't worry, just gonna release a stream before I burst. Been holding it in since that last hill peak." he said, pushing through the low branches of a bush. Bilbo, appalled by the lack of manners, walked away with a scowl.

"Curse these dwarves. Contracted to embark on an allegedly dangerous and honorable journey, and what does it entail? Stopping for luncheon, naps under shady oak trees, chirp listening and cloud watching! To think, I turned my anxieties into courage only to be faced with pleasures of Shire in unknown woods. Ha! Perhaps this burgling business won't be so difficult after all. I should hope any forest creatures are politely mindful about sharing their berries and seeds. O-or bandits and rouges would be well versed in folklore to discuss great novels. And the great mountain dragon will be the gracious host of afternoon tea!" Bilbo's worry was making him delirious. The Gray Wizard noticed the hobbit's distressed spiraling. He chuckled to himself then approached the halfling to provide much needed comfort.

"Bilbo, my lad. You seem stressed by factors of your own conjuring. Why not stop and breathe? Look around and intake your new surroundings. I'm certain you've never witnessed russulas like these in the Shire before, have you?" Gandalf encouraged.

"Incredible. Any hobbit would be so ecstatic to come across such a fungi. They'd throw themselves down hills to snag a cap." Bilbo answered sarcastically. The wizard laughed at his friend's attitude, allowing Bilbo to lighten up and share a chuckle as well. "Joking aside, Gandalf, this is not what I expected of this quest. I'm not opposed to postponing sudden death at any turn. However, the prolonging of any unforeseen dangers is growing my paranoia. We are undoubtedly overdue for a mishap."

"Indeed we are." Gandalf agreed under his breath, looking out to the dark of the trees. He looked back to the uneasy hobbit "..And this isn't your first journey? Hahaha." The two shared a laugh again. "Come, Bilbo. Let us roam these grounds and clear our minds. We'll need them to be sharp for the well-read bandits you plan on running into." They wandered off, sparking some Old Tobey.

"Oh yeah…" Bofur sighed after relieving himself. Fixing himself, Bofur was ready to join the others when something caught his attention. Walking deeper into the woods, he found a stump housing a pile of fresh picked berries placed on a leaf. "Well, well look at this. Someone left Bofur a lil treat." The hungry dwarf popped one in his mouth. "Delicious! Odd it being here, but who am I to argue on an empty stomach." Picking up the leaf, Bofur took the snack to go. So enamored by the berries' juices, Bofur was too engaged in licking his fingers to notice a lurking presence. When Bofur turned to head back, the berries flew out of his hand from being startled. A hooded figure stood in front of him. "Where'd you come from? Sorry, were these yours?" He asked. Backing away slowly, Bofur bumped into the stump. He continued to walk backwards around the obstacle, still receiving no reply from the stranger. "Listen, just an honest mistake. I can go pick you some more!" He offered with a worrisome smile. A subtle sound below him drew his attention. Bofur looked down to see his foot in a hidden rope loop. "Uh oh." He said before being snagged by a snare trap. Bofur yelled as he was dragged across the ground up into a tree. His hat fell to the ground and Bofur hung upside down. "Y-you made this trap? Mighty talented! Hehe. H-hard to catch dwarves, being that we are sooooo hefty!" He awkwardly chuckled. His nervous smile shifted into a frown as the stranger approached. They drew out a dwarven dagger from behind their lower back. "Coming to cut me some slack, yeah? HehehehaaAAAHHH! BOMBUR! BIFUR! ANYBODY, HELP!"

With ears of a fox, Gloin heard Bofur's distant cries. He shushed his brother's ramblings to listen harder. The deaf dwarf didn't notice and continued to go on about directions. "So I believe we need to go to the end of this treeline until we hit these sharp looking pointy bits. Once we climb those ridges we'll be to the riverbend. Sure it looks wee bit spooky but it'll cut our commute in half. Right Gl-...Gloin?" The redhead had walked away.

Gloin gathered Nori, Bifur, Balin, and Dori to check out the commotion. "Probably got his member snagged to a thornbush" Gloin joked. The five, thinking nothing of the scenario, headed into the dense woods. Gloin, although, carried his ax.

"You plan on ending his misery by cutting it off?" Nori laughed as he gestured to the ax.

"Gotta be prepared. Always." Gloin explained. Ori agreed and with a heavy stick, joined behind his brothers. The two turned around and commanded him to stay. "I can help!" Ori pleaded

"Whatcha gonna do? Poke em?" Nori snickered. Dori smacked his arm and gently turned Ori around and guided him to walk back.

"You've got a very important responsibility here to watch over our resources. We'd be nothing without the supplies, and wouldn't last another day." Dori smiled then returned to the fleeting group.

"Watch over my 'tatoes. I like em warm, not burnt. Haha-OW!" Dori smacked Nori upside the head for teasing. The young dwarf huffed and threw the stick to the ground. He was too upset to pay attention where it landed and almost tripped. Ori sat in the company of the remaining two dwarves, Bombur sat silently cooking and eating while Oin was holding an entire conversation by himself. Ori sighed, he knew he was more skilled than this. Bombur offered him a biscuit, Ori took and ate it.

The group of five dwarves urgently followed the sounds of Bofur's yells as they became louder. Out from the bushes, Nori and Gloin charged with battle cries. Both halted when they came across the scene. Seeing Bofur hung while a stranger stood underneath, Nori ran over to attack. The sound of metal clanked as the two daggers met. The two struggled, using their body weights to shove the daggers closer. Breaking off, the stranger dodged Nori's attack. The mystery opponent tripped on their cloak, falling to the ground. Gloin grunted as he swung his ax, aiming for their face. The stranger rolled out of the way in time to avoid it. They sprung up to punch Nori and pivoted to sidekick Gloin's gut. Thrown off, both men dropped their weapons. As the others joined in, the stranger nabbed Gloin's ax. The dangerous tool was swung around frantically with skillful care. The company kept an open perimeter. "CUT ME LOOSE, FOR DURIN'S SAKE!" Bofur yelled. Balin evaded combat to get Bofur down. The stranger saw Balin's effort and chucked the ax at him. The throw just missed, the blade landing right behind the back of Balin's heel. Bofur yelped as his hat dropped down. It fell on Balin's head. The oldest dwarf grunted and threw it off to focus on the task at hand. The hat landed on the stranger's face, obscuring their vision. Bifur and Dori took the opportunity to restrain the assailant while they were blinded, each dwarf grabbing an arm. Bofur kicked and spun around trying to help Balin with his escape "I'm gonna be sick. I'm gonna be sick. I'm gonna be sick."

"Stay still laddie." Balin fussed with the mechanism's knot. It was anchored to a tree with rough bark, the friction helped to hold the contraption together. The stranger threw themselves backwards onto the ground, Dori and Bifur collided heads and released their holds. The stranger tossed Bofur's hat aside and charged at the oldest dwarf. However, the second their palms made light contact with Balin's shoulders, an unexpected force tackled them to the ground. They landed with a painful grunt as the wind was knocked out of them.

"No one attacks my brother!" Dwalin yelled, pinning down the culprit's wrists up to their ears. Their legs flailed less and less under Dwalin as they coughed. Yanking off the hood, Dwalin revealed a female dwarf. "Durin's name…what's this?" Instinctively, he yielded his strength and blushed. The giant brute was embarrassed for her, having to be on top of this poor lass.

"That dwarf there scared mah kill away!" She snarled, regaining a steady breath. The stranger had the same growly dialect as Dwalin and Gloin.

"What is going on here?" Thorin demanded to know as he approached, his nephews following right behind.

"She was going to stab Bofur." Gloin answered, rubbing his hurt stomach.

Thorin with a furrowed brow cut Bofur free. He dropped to the ground and let out a groan of pain. Bofur caught his breath, giving Thorin a thumbs up. Through gritted teeth, Thorin barked an order at Fili and Kili "Get him up." The two pulled Bofur to his feet and Kili handed his hat back. Thorin kneeled beside Dwalin to inspect the attacker and took out a dagger. He pressed the blade against her neck as he questioned her. "Is this true? You tried killing one of my dwarves?"

"No, I was gonna cut 'em loose, and have a friendly talk." She answered him with a sarcastic tone. Thorin put some pressure, not enough to draw blood but his patience was wearing thin. Sensing now is not the time for games, she composed herself. "I just need me rope back, I have no interest in you townies. Now can you let me up?" She asked, looking up at Dwalin. He turned to his king for an answer. The two exchanged no words, but with a single small nod Thorin gave Dwalin the okay to release her. Climbing off, Dwalin offered her a hand up. She took it resentfully and was pulled back onto her feet. She looked over the tarnished rope in frustration "Took me hours ta set that trap; I was gonna catch a stag this time 'round." She spoke out loud.

"You set all these traps yourself? What of the one back at the campsite?" Thorin interrogated. He began to piece together this stranger. She's alone and has been for quiet some time since her skills were immaculate yet scrappy.

"You set those off too?! Gilthok meIf! Haven't wasted enough of me supplies already!" She yelled out in aggravation. Salvaging what she could, the lass stormed off back towards her campsite. The dwarves, making sure she wasn't up to anything malicious, followed behind on the way back to their site.

Balin walked alongside Thorin to discuss more about the she-dwarf. Thorin huffed at his proposed notion. "Balin, you're considering asking that… wild lander to join my company?" Thorin asked defensively. "She started trouble with my company and had no qualms with killing one, under no threat too. We know nothing of her intentions being out here."

"All I am saying is the lass has a valuable set of skills, Thorin. Obviously she knows how to survive in the wild. And what do we have? Gloin, the fire maker?" He asked, both looking over at the disheveled Gloin still groaning in pain. "You know, as do I. We need all the help we can find" Balin reasoned. Thorin crossed his arms, snubbing the idea. Balin chuckled, giving Thorin's shoulder a pat."You leave it to me." He assured the king. As they approached the company's site, the dwarves tensed up. They were ready to brawl again if the newcomer were to do anything unpredictable to their supplies or other members. However, the stranger continued to walk ahead at full speed with no intention of stopping.

Ori used the big stick he tripped over to now draw in the dirt. He was just finishing the details of a lovely liatris sketch when suddenly a stomping foot ruined his work. "Hey!" He looked up to scowl at Nori, but it wasn't his brother. In fact, it was a dwarf he did not recognize. The figure was not engaged in his whine and marched forward. She was walking so intently to her campsite that she didn't notice, nor cared, that she stepped on Bombur's cooked sausages.

Balin, trying to save face, called out and tried to catch up as she walked away. "Tell me lass, what can I call you?"

Looking back at the white haired dwarf, she turned away and answered."I'm called Shail."

"Lovely name. Means "radiant" n' "warrior", very fitting. A lass like yourself in these lands must be off on a journey. Any thought of where you are going? Maybe to the Blue Mountains, or the Iron Hills in the north?" Balin questioned, trying to receive any information. Shail turned around impatiently and finally spoke to the dwarf.

"Nowhere specific. The better question is where are you all off to? The Blue Mountains are back thada way. And none of ya seem like Iron Hill natives. So if all thirteen of ya are traveling there, it must be for business. And ya won't get much business there without no merchandise to haggle. Wouldn't ya agree?" She mouthed off.

"Yes, I'd suppose" He answered taken aback by her abrasiveness. When she turned to walk away again, he knew he had to cut to the chase. The lass' attention was short. "Though that is not were we are heading. No, you see we are off to the Lonely Mountain." Balin informed.

Stopping in her tracks, Shail turned back for the last time and looked in disbelief at him. "I know of only one dwarf who'd think of traveling back to that mountain..." Looking at the stoic black haired dwarf, "Thorin Oakensheild son of Thrain?...So the stories are true." She whispered under her breath.

"Yes, they are." Thorin confirmed walking up to her. He wore a stern look, towering over her. "Most of these dwarves aren't as advanced in survival as you seem to be."

She looked over Thorin's right shoulder to see what characters were in her presence. Shail watched as Bilbo flinched at a horse fly. The strange soft creature blew air and waved the bug away "No shite. I'd say before nightfall you lose half of them. Sorry, I don't travel with townies anyway." She disclaimed with sass.

"Townies?" Kili asked from the back. Thorin looked to the nosey prince, giving his nephew a glare.

"Townies; the folks who live in large packs. All soft and fragile, afraid of messing up your locks." She degraded. "The lot of ya just don't fit in with the wild. At least it don't look that way…" She went to inspect the members one by one. "Here let's take a look at ya. Come here!" She said tugging at a few of them. The lot became a bit defensive, unsure what she was up to. Shail chuckled at their fear. "How well can ya see in the dark?" She asked, looking into Fili's eyes. Shail then used one hand to pry his eye open wider. The prince stepped back and rubbed the irritated area. Turning briskly, she yelled into Oin's trumpet,"What about yer HEARING!?" The old dwarf flinched and groaned at the verbal assault. "Know how ta handle a weapon? Do ya even have one?" She asked Ori. She rummaged through his bag and pulled out his slingshot. "Well this doesn't seem too handy." Tossing it back to him without care, she went on. Ori fumbled the item when caught then held it dearly. "What about hiding your musk? Let's have a smell." grabbing Dori, she took a whiff of his forearm. "Ugh, you smell just like a townie! You need a good mud bath." She said before being shooed away. "I don't come for free either. So what can the great Thorin Oak-en-sheild offer me?" She asked in a mocking tone.

"A portion of Erebor's riches shall be yours!" Balin promised. He went to retrieve a contract from his satchel.

Grabbing the paper, Shail skimmed over it. "So I'd get a bunch of shiny bits?" She asked. Giving a nod, Balin was halted by the abrupt laughter. "I don't need that useless stuff. So I guess you can't offer me anything." Shail went, shoving the parchment onto Balin's chest. "Have fun getting eaten up by that dragon." Parting through the company, a scent caught her attention. She turned to the very large ginger dwarf and asked "Is that a tasty smell?" Bombur held an iced pastry in one hand while nibbling on another. "Well you can give it here." She went to snatch it, but Fili got to the sweet first. He tossed it over to his uncle.

Catching it, Thorin changed the offer on the spot. "I can offer you three meals a day and these so-called 'tasties' whenever accessible." Walking up to her, Thorin waved the dessert cake in Shail's face. "Better to have a meal offered than to chase one down. So , do you say? Will you join us?" He asked.

Shail's eyes followed the treat. "Double my servings on the meals and tasties. I also get first pick on a sleeping area. And get me as close to the Iron Hills as ye can. There, we can part ways..." She counter offered, holding out a hand. The two shook on it. She was officially a part of the company. Snatching her sweet, Shail gave the king a coy grin and took a bite.

"There, Bilbo. You are in a much better state than before." Gandalf assured, cleaning out the burnt Old Tobey from his pipe. The hobbit nodded with a cheery grin.

"Yes. I think I just need to take a little walk and get away from all of that commotion. Now, I am relaxed, rejuvenated, and ready to contribute to this quest" He agreed. The content mood slowly dissolved as he approached the campsite. The dwarves were all packed up and began to move again. He wondered, would they have continued without the hobbit and wizard? Leaving them to fend for themselves stranded in the woods? Did they even notice the two were gone? The members rode past the hobbit, the only one to greet him back was Bofur.

"You all seem to be in such a rush just to be going the wrong way." Gandalf inquired as he looked to the direction he thought the map called for. He stood still while the company went by below him

"We have an unforeseen detour to take first." Thorin gruffed as he rode past the wizard.

"'Unforeseen?'" Bilbo asked, but the king did not answer.

"We have to stop by Shail's campsite to gather supplies." Balin explained riding away from the halfling. Bilbo stammered and was left in his tracks with no answers. The hobbit turned around in confusion and called out to anyone listening ahead of him.

"Whose Shail?" He yelled out.

"Keep yer voice down, you'll get us killed! Ya tryna let the wolves know that suppers' soon?" Shail warned as she rode past. The hobbit was damned. A lady dwarf. He was shocked by the vision in front of him. She did look the part as he had imagined but never thought he would ever witness one in his life. Shail cracked a knot on each side of her neck then spit on the ground. She was a dwarf alright.

"...Is she riding Mrytle?"

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[horizon-verizon]

Where does this popular bullshit idea come from that Daemon would do anything to put Aegon III or Viserys II in power in the future instead of the Velaryon children if the dance hadn't happened? It's literally based on nothing except "We know Daemon - Daemon is Daemon" which literally means nothing? Daemon never showed any signs against their rights to inherit, quite the contrary. And be careful, this is an idea that resonates even among real fans of Daemyra and the respective characters of Rhaenyra and Daemon. There is also this idea that Aegon III and Viserys II if the dance had not taken place would have waged war against their brothers for power upon discovering that they were "bastards"... we think about everything That ?

People's arguments for Daemon trying to kill the V boys or else trying to genuinely get them passed over for his own sons stems from:

people seeing him as power hungry at the cost of those he considers family, which is exacerbated by the fear of his irreverent violence at times people think violence is not "honorable", further exacerbated by us not having PoV chapters that explicitly tell us what's up

some people seem to think that because we have an unreliable tertiary/secondary source telling these epeople's lives history book instead of a PoV novel no one can pick up on things and how they are told. The writing of Fire and Blood, especially regarding the Dance, tends to take Daemon's disobedient, violent, and lusty person and run with it, so people assume that he was always and primarily trying to steal or consolidate power for his own sake

the fact that he is a man, some people use his gender+ the Westerosi/patriarchal desire for a man to be more physically competent and thereby the idea of him potentially being more violent to say that Daemon is simpler than he is.

from the third part: how the show itself is making its story on the terfness of the argument that women are "naturally" peacemakers and less violent and men are "naturally" violent [rhaenyragendereuphoria], lacking-in-self control monsters--basically that women are meant/should be the ones to temper male aggression bc they are "naturally" disposed towards peace. Hence Rhaenyra's reluctance to flame the greens not bc of any strategic sort of thing for her own ambitions but bc her daddy would disapprove, they're supposed to be the "good guys". (Despite Rhaenyra, in the show, knowing that Viserys couldn't have told her brother about the prophecy and given him that responsibility when he barely could pick himself up to defend her in episode 8 and for years he refused to replace her.) How Daemon was rewritten to physically abuse her and undermine her authority in the black council and demand that she just attack KL, when in the book he actually said they should wait and send ravens to various lords (partially to keep his stepsons out of danger). Just as how Alicent lost her ambition and willingness for Rhaenyra to die in childbirth, her pressing the council to crown Aegon knowing full well that this would lead to war, and her victimization at the hands of her father when there was little indication of that in the book. Rather, Alicent was the driver & leader of the green faction even when Otto came back after Viserys dismissed him until she called the council to crown Aegon.

Another person some severely misunderstand bc the maesters and eyewitnesses they record already have preconceived notions about how one should act and display themselves is Visenya, the Queen who rode Vhagar. Because of how Andal lords and some masters portray Visenya (beginning with how they write Aegon loved Rhaenys more, thus Visenya seems to look like she's trying to compensate for a lack of power granted to her from Aegon's favor), her enabling her son to usurp Aenys is taken as her just trying to jolt her relatives for power...ironically this is exactly what Alicent herself canonically does when she is usurping Rhaenyra. Unlike Visenya, Alicent had no regard at all for Rhaenyra bc they were not related and her main motivation has always been to uphold patriarchal Andal-Faith power and then she could use her son's position to become the most powerful and highest ranked women in Westeros. Yes Alicent loved her kids, but her mission was not to elevate-maintain Targs in power but to elevate the Hightowers/herself. Visenya hated the Faith (and not a little because if they had it her way, no Targs would be rulers AND she would not have as a chance to be a leader or autonomy as she does bc of her gender).

The difference bt Visenya and Daemon are their genders, the sociological disadvantages and privileges that ensue for Daemon bc of gender...but neither is doing things either unreasonably or unprovoked nor incapable of using nonviolent means and they both have some trait or behavior whose main criticisms come from a lack or a willingness to understand how they think bc they deviate in some way from normative or expected behaviors starkly.

This is who Daemon is, in my conclusions.

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[liminalpebble]

Eddie's Education: Chapter 26

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Chapter 26

Leia's eyes flicked open to the familiar sight of Eddie's lamp-lit bedroom. She rose up gently, rustling the sheets. The whisper of sound caught Eddie's attention. In no time he was setting his instrument down and rushing into her outstretched arms.

He whispered, as if afraid to break the aura of fragile quiet peace surrounding them. “Hey Princess, there you are,” he said holding her face and meeting her dark eyes with his own. She smiled gently. “Here I am...I think.” She paused biting her lip, and taking a deep grounding breath. “You were playing Joy Division?”

Eddie was caught off guard by her line of questioning and chuckled as he said, “Yeah, Love Will Tear Us Apart. It sure as shit seems appropriate today, doesn't it?”

She gave a little shrug of agreement, then said, “But you don't even like Joy Division.”

“Not particularly,” he said scooting closer to lay his head in the cradle of her crossed legs, looking up at her, “but you do.”

“Yeah,” she said absently stroking her hand idly through his curls and around the angle of his jaw, enjoying a peace so deep she could pretend it wasn't surrounded on all sides by damnation and death. “You're so beautiful, Eddie Munson, do you know that? A beautiful man so sweet he learned to play songs he doesn't even like for me.”

His dark eyes sparkled with pride and his lips parted irresistibly into a smile. He sat up moving closer to her, whispering between kisses from his soft lips, “anything for you, Princess, always.”

Her heart ached like a bruise, hearing that, and her throat tightened with shame. She said in a brittle, broken voice, “I'm no princess. I'm...I'm a monster now. You deserve so much better than me.”

“Hey..no...no...no. Leia. You're the best...my incredible girl. That wasn't your fault. Look at me. It was him, okay. He's playing mind games. Using you. You're not a killer. I think I was a lot more willing to kill Sam than you ever were and no one would blame you for wanting to. But you're so good...”

She whimpered. “I'm not, Eddie. I'm not good, but I wanted to be. There's just been so much pain...in my life...in your life...in the world. I just can't stand the idea of causing any more of it, not when I could be kind instead. It's not my place to be anyone's judge or jury...or...or executioner. But I was. I don't know who I am anymore.”

Eddie held her face and looked deeply into her eyes. “That's still who you are...kind and good and smart and brave and tenacious. He didn't take that from you. You were given a horrible, impossible, choice and you chose to save me. You're my hero, Princess. You're my hero,” he said in a tone of awe and he clung to her for dear life.

They were both out of words, so their bodies' found each other in touch and smell and taste, throwing themselves into it like a lifeboat. Neither of them said anything to initiate it. They didn't need to ask if they needed each other. They didn't need to mention that it might be the last time they could have each other like this. Each of them knew the stakes and that this was the calm before the most violent of storms. They left the obvious dread in a snowdrift of the unspoken as they reached for each other.

Finally finding words again, Eddie begged, “Please please stay with me,” between hungry desperate kisses to her hot cheeks, to the salty skin where their tears had combined. “For now...forever...just be here. Don't let me go. Don't let go” he muttered as he sat up against the headboard and pulled her into his lap to straddle him. Her legs were bare under her dress and cold to the touch, so he did his best to warm them with his hands, stroking up and down the curve of her thighs, the flowing line of her calf, memorizing the landscape of her body. He kissed along her shoulders as she slid her dress down. He ran his lips and teeth along the ridges of her clavicle. He pulled her closer still by her waist, resting his head against her naked breasts, seeking her heartbeat as he kissed. Eddie heard it, felt it, felt her, warm and strong and alive and all for him. The pulse quickened and so did her breath, as his exploring hands gathered heat further and further up her legs until his touch warmed her core.

Leia felt herself turn molten under Eddie's sure hands and care; thawed out from her fear. As he found his way inside her, she arched into where his hands rested firmly against the curve of her spine, supporting her. Leia gasped at the fullness of him within her; the radiant warmth.

“Does it hurt?” Eddie asked, easing back slightly.

She held his face, met his eyes. Using his own words, she answered, “Sometimes...but not now. For now...nothing..hurts.”

-----

When they joined the others at the fire pit, both in Eddie's clothes and recently showered, the others tactfully pretended not to notice. That was why they had left them alone, after all. It was surreal; seeing all of them preparing piles of weapons while the rest of the world still sat with family in their living rooms, dozing from turkey dinners. Eddie spotted headlights as Robin, Nancy and Steve pulled up. Leia ran up to hug Robin, saying “Thank you so much. I'm glad you knew what to do.”

Robin winked and said, “I have pretty good intuition.” She handed Leia a bag of several daggers, swords and scimitars, and two small antique-looking books.

Eddie frowned in confusion. “What the hell? Did you run into a few knights along the way, Jesus Christ.”

Leia blushed and hurried to explain, “Uh...well. In the vaudeville shows in Chicago. I had this specialty...tricks with swords and knives and stuff. It's kind of silly but...”

Eddie put his finger to her mouth and said, “Silly!? Baby, are you kidding? That's so fucking hot. I've never been so turned on in my life! Shit!”

Nancy squinted and grimaced in distaste. “Eddie! Gross!” she scolded, but Steve just chuckled.

Leia reached for the two books Robin handed her reverently and nodded, saying a quiet, “Thank you.”

“And what's this?” Eddie asked as Leia held them out to him.

“They're my favorite books...old editions of The Haunting of Hill House and The Silmarillion. I want...” Her voice hitched slightly, “I want you to have them in case I...”

Eddie swallowed hard, blinking away the mist gathering at his tear ducts. “Don't....don't say it,” he pleaded as he gathered her in for a hug.

“I was going to give them to you anyway, if that makes you feel better. I wrote notes in the front of each one, right after we started dating. I had so much to say, but it's never easy for me to say it. I was just waiting for the right place and moment.” She looked around at the barren earth and the piles of weapons, and smiled wryly. “I guess this is neither, really, but when is it ever perfect?”

Eddie gave a cocksure crooked grin, and stroked her cheek. “Anytime you're here, Princess.”

----

Less then half an hour later Eddie's trailer was dark and quiet as the grave. Inside El floated in the makeshift sensory deprivation tank to access the psychic realm and sink deeper and deeper into it, searching for Vecna. Mike knelt beside her in the pitch black silence, holding her hand.

Dustin had taken the lead with everyone else, addressing the group as the heavy blanket of night settled over them and the bonfire still blazed at the center. Knights of the Round Table, Dustin thought.

“So...the plan...we all wait at Steve's parents' house. When Vecna opens that gate, you wait until he's vulnerable and deep into the psychic realm, then you go in guns a-blazing and drag that fucker's body out. We kill him once and for all out here so he can't use the power of the upside-down to come back.”

“What about us?” Eddie asked as he held Leia's hand, though he already knew and dreaded the answer. He needed to hear it spoken aloud to make it real for him. Being a dungeon master meant he was smart about strategy. He knew where this had to go.

Dustin sighed. “You're not gonna like this Eddie.”

He smiled weakly. “Just spit it out, shrimp.”

“He wants Leia. Right after he opens that rift he's going to try to latch onto her mind, and compel her body to walk through it while he's in her head. We have to let her go to him.”

Eddie wiggled his head vehemently. “NO...no...fucking...way.”

“Eddie,” Leia said quietly. “It's my decision and I've already made it. This is our only shot at him. I can't begin to understand why this monster is fixated on me, but we need to use it. I'm ready.”

Eddie's eyes scanned her up and down. She had changed into a pair of his jeans and his sturdiest leather jacket as armor. A sword hung from her waist in its scabbard and she carried several throwing knives in a bandoleer across her chest. He smiled. She looked like Eowyn the sword-maiden, she looked like a knight, a heroine, a valkyrie. He was so proud of her, and realized suddenly and completely that he couldn't protect her any better than she could protect herself.

“If it's your choice, sweetheart. I'll be with the cavalry when the time comes,” he said, lifting the sword he'd chosen.

“We all will,” Robin said, and the others nodded.

“Thank you,” Leia said quietly, meeting each of their eyes in turn. “Thank you for taking me in like this...for accepting me. It means so much.”

She took a deep breath and said, “Let's go.”

-----

Vecna dug his enormous clawed hand one last time into the strange ruddy material of the upside-down. The narrow crevice to their world which he had deliberately labored over, rend by rend, for so long was finally completely open. He gave a hideous smile, imagining his reward for his hard work; the girl.

Now...she is fascinating, he thought. He had been bored for so long and she would be such a great diversion from this tedium. He thought of Leia and himself as opposite sides of the same evolutionary coin, both off the bell curve in their respective directions. When she saw an injured creature her first impulse was to save it, no matter how ugly, broken, evil or dangerous; his was to crush it. They were equally natural impulses taken to rare extremes; a perfectly merciless predator and a perfectly compassionate prey. The symmetry of it pleased him, and the challenge of breaking her would be so gratifying...difficult but gratifying

I'm simply fulfilling my nature. My purpose. And the humans...I am liberating them from their arbitrary lives and the rules that cage them. She will be free from their rules and oppression. What a gift I offer her!

Also, the monster was incredibly lonely after all these decades (though he would never admit it to himself). He believed (when he was alive, when he was just Henry) that killing, freeing humans from their pitiful lives and collecting them within his mind for all time, would solve that ache. He reasoned that he would never feel alone again. Yet, all that remained was the howling din of those souls ricocheting around his mind; no real companionship.

However, this girl had an impressive capacity for pain, and for a quiet empathy reaching so deeply that she allowed it to tear her apart from the inside. Leia had been the companion of a hungry monster before and, he decided, she would be again and she would be delicious. Vecna looked forward to the many many years he would feed off of her, corrupt her, slowly, intimately.

His mutilated muscles ached and burned, even more than usual, even in the restorative bath of energetic liquid, but the thought of his plan and its bounty gave him motivation to see it through. Henry let out a sigh of relief as he settled into his throne weaving himself into the shadowy roots and branches of the upside-down. He sank...down, down, down in his mind, past the screaming wordless chorus of his victims, and found her easily; alive among ghosts. Her consciousness hovered like smoldering incense in the ether, sweet, complex, and pulsing with warm vitality.

He saw her. This time she was waiting for him, standing patiently before him in his mind's palace of swirling debris, rot, and preternatural red illumination.

“Hello, Henry,” Leia said, nervousness hidden, but hovering over the corners of her voice.

“Hello, pet,” he said morphing into his human appearance, tall and fair like a fallen angel, but his eyes were as cold as steel.

“My name is Leia, Henry. If you're going to trap me forever, I would at least appreciate you using my name to show me some respect.”

“My apologies,” he said smoothly, with a polite little nod. “I didn't mean it as an insult. Just a term of...affection.”

He walked closer and held her face in his cold hand, examining her like a specimen. “But you don't really expect me to believe that you're just offering yourself to me on a silver platter. I know what your little army is planning. As we speak, I'm pulling your physical body to me. Once it's here, they'll come charging.”

He grazed his long fingers over the bandoleer of knives, then the edge of the blade hanging at her waist. She didn't flinch; didn't avert her eyes as he stared and took a step closer. “And what is all this? Are you the general? Leading the charge? Joan of Arc?”. He chuckled in a dark mocking tone.

“No,” she said coolly, “Just a humble scout.”

“More like bait,” he said and snapped his prefect white teeth mere centimeters from her face. He smiled, satisfied that he had finally made her flinch.

Once she recovered, she shrugged. “Possibly. I'm ready to give myself up if it comes to that. Of course, I'm hoping it won't, but if it means even a little more safety for them in the long run, I'll accept it.

“Oh, there it is,” he said raising a finger in a eureka! Gesture.

“What?”

“That self-immolating compassion. See, generally I despise seeing it in most humans. Usually its ultimately selfish...a martyrdom complex...a need to be loved for their suffering. But you...your different. You really mean it. No...strings...attached.”

“Is that so unusual?”

“It is.”

She sighed, “Okay Henry. You wanted me here and here I am. So what now?”

“Have a seat,” he said gesturing a hand, as vines sprung up from the earth wrapping around her arms and legs, forcing her into a seat next to him; a horrible thorny throne for a captive queen.

He chuckled as she yelped. “You're so cute when you're surprised. Let's watch what your friends are up to, shall we? This will be such fun.”

“I thought you said, no strings attached,” she huffed out, wiggling against the vines.

“Oh not for me, darling, and not for anyone else benefiting from your kindness. All the strings, all that tangled mess, will always lead only to you,” he explained as he stroked one long gnarled finger against her immobilized arm. “You're all wound up.”

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[thotfulsuccubus]

A Filling Meal

NSFW 18+ Readers only! The Fox x Ratau (COTL)

CW// Cum Inflation, Belly Bulging, No Aftercare, Size Difference, Bloodplay/Biting

"Thank you for swinging by today, Flinky. It's always a pleasure having you over for a game." Ratau had opened the front door to his home, leading his friend out. They had a great time drinking and talking over a game of Knucklebones, after weeks of not seeing each other.

"Absssolutely. Next time, I'll bring the otherss along."

"That sounds great! I will definitely be looking forward to that." He looked past the lush canopy above, eyeing the sky. "It's getting dark out here. Travel safe, my friend."

Flinty nodded and started to slither off back through woods on the path he taken to get there. Ratau watched as he disappeared among the brush, and sighed to himself.

"Damned snake. Won all the money I have." He stepped inside locking the door behind him. Now he had his house all to himself again. Peace.

He sat back at his Knucklebones' table, fiddling with the dice and reminiscing about how his visit had gone.

A few silent minutes gone by before a deep rumble was felt through out the room. The hanging lanterns flickered violently, swaying from their post. There, on the floor, a black portal formed. Emerging from the abyss was a very large, hooded, red fox dressed in a dark cloak. The tips of the fox's ears almost touching the ceiling of the house.

"Ratau… It's been a while~"

The fox had a nasty grin on his face, clearly he was up to no good. Ratau felt nothing but fear as he knew what kind of business he handles. Ratau tries to take a step back, but he finds that he is pinned between the giant fox and his own Knucklebone table.

"W-what are you doing here?" He felt his own heart beating out of his chest, And the fox could feel it too.

"Ah. Just paying you a visit as well." The portal beneath him closed, as he stepped forward towards Ratau.

"I hope you enjoyed your last round of Knucklebones with your friend."

"H-how did you-"

"I'm always watching, Ratau…" The foxes grin grew even wider, all of his sharp teeth now showing.

"Why are you paying me a visit?" Ratau attempts to straighten his stance.

"I am no longer doing business with you, Fox. You screwed me over the last damn deal we had."

"But I'm not here to make another deal with you. I'm only here to claim my reward." He licked his lips.

"I don't know what you speak of! There is no reward here!"

"Of course there is. It's standing right in front of me. And I'm starving~"

Without a moments hesitation, the fox lunged at Ratau, with his teeth bared. Ratau dodged to the side, almost caught within the jaws of the hungry predator. His teeth, instead sunk into the edge of his Knucklebone table, tearing away a chunk of the wood. "HUH? W-WHAT-"

Ratau had nowhere to run. No where to hide. This is where he might finally die. He backed up onto his bed which sat in the furthest corner of the room, fear running through his body. "I'm afraid your time has come to its end…" The fox slowly made his way to Ratau, picking out the splinters of wood from between his teeth. "But don't worry, I'll make your last moments quick and painless."

Ratau sunk further into the corner as the hungry fox hovered above him, his large body and arms blocking any escape routes. "STOP! PLEASE!" He cried. "Tsk, Ratau. You know how much I hate waiting to eat. You pleading will only make me more hungry." The fox's muzzle grew near Ratau's face, a thick, slimy tongue gliding across his cheek in hopes of a small taste. "PLEASE, I'll do anything! ANYTHING! You can't do this to me! Not now! PLEASE, I BEG OF YOU!"

Tears started to form in the wells of his eyes, hoping his pleas were enough to change the fox's mind. The fox observed Ratau. Oh, how he loved it when they begged for their life, only another opportunity for him in the works. "Anything, you say?" The fox cocked his head, giving Ratau a wicked smile. "I am afraid I am still rather hungry, but you can fill me in another way, I suppose…" The fox, stood up straight and looked below at the frightened Ratau. "Please… just don't hurt me… I'll accept any deal you have."

The predator chuckled darkly. "Anytime, anywhere." He begun to untie the tassels of his robe, sliding his clothing off his body, and tossing it off to side of Ratau's bed. "You will be of any service to me. You are mine, until the end of your life."

He once again leaned back onto the bed, sliding Ratau down and pinning his arms to the mattress.

"This will be your first of the MANY favors for me."

Ratau squirmed from the uncomfortable weight placed on his arms. He was confused on where the fox was going with this.

"W-What do you think you're doing!?"

The fox dropped to his knees, still holding Ratau in place on his bed. He leaned in, his snout now placed between Ratau's legs.

"I said I was here for a meal. I'm going to eat what I can while I am here."

The fox pushed his chest in, causing Ratau's lower half to be lifted up further towards the fox's snout. Ratau's own clothing fell down towards his chin, revealing his partly bare body. His face turned a deep red as he begun to realize what exactly the fox planned of him. The same giant, wet tongue soon licked again, but on his ass. Ratau

"T-this… this was not what I was expecting our deal to be…" He shivered at the new attention his lower region was receiving.

"Of any service." The fox's tongue licked over him again, this time reaching over Ratau's sensitive member. Out of surprise, Ratau quickly closed his legs around the fox. The fox removed his claws from the rat's arms to spread his legs back open, regaining his access . His tongue pressed into his hole, going as deep as he could. Ratau gasped at the penetration, arching his back- He's never experienced anything this invasive. Ratau tried to scoot back, away from his tongue, only to be slid back into the same position he was before. "I- It, y-your tongue! It's too big!"

The fox started to slowly thrust his tongue into Ratau, earning numerous gasps and curses from the rat. A few more tongue thrusts, before the fox retracted his tongue back from his hole. He wanted to take a look at the quivering mess.

"Oh, Ratau… You're already shaking. I'm afraid We're just getting started~"

His tall body slid up against Ratau's small frame just enough to where his lips brushed against the crook of his neck. Without warning, he harshly bit into his skin, creating a new painful mark oozing with fresh blood. Ratau quickly pushed the predators head away from him. "THE HELL! Are you trying to kill me?!" He held his hand up to the fresh wound, alarmed by the sudden act of harm.

The fox licked the bit of blood that stained around his mouth. "Take it as my own personal branding… Everyone will know you belong to me~"

He removed Ratau's hand from his bleeding neck, and started to kick round his palm and between his fingers, making sure no tasty blood would to waste. "Y-You didn't have to bite so hard! That hurts." The rat hissed.

The fox moved his lips back over his neck, now lapping at the bite mark, placing small kisses in between every few licks.

"Keep complaining, and I'll be sure to bite harder~"

He glided one claw under Ratau's chin, guiding their eyes to meet his. He presses their lips together, forcing his long tongue down the smaller one's throat. Ratau once again tried to push the fox away, but this time he was far too weak. With every swirl of the fox's tongue, he gagged and gasped for air. Just when he thought he'd surely suffocate, the tongue slithered out, leaving a thick rope of saliva between their mouths. Ratau coughed, at the sudden removal of his tongue. "You belong to me… my little toy. My slut." He squeezed Ratau's face. "Do you understand? The rat nodded shamefully.

"…yes."

He motioned for Ratau to turn over, in which he obeyed. He grabbed onto both of his legs and slid him closer to the edge if the bed to where he was partially dangling off.

"I wish you could see yourself, looking so powerless underneath me." The fox reveals his already stiff cock and places it at Ratau's slick entrance, gently prodding.

"Tell me, Ratau… Did you see yourself having to fuck for your life? Once a strong vessel for a God, only to be reduced to a toy" "I never chose to be his vessel…" He responded, clearly sounding irritated. "For someone who's life was saved by a god… you are ungrateful." The fox started to ease his tip into Ratau. The rat grunted, burying his face into the sheets as this was far larger than his tongue from earlier. "But don't worry. I'll give you a lesson you won't forget. Then will you learn to be grateful for your life being spared once again." And with a pop, the whole tip of his cock was inside.

Ratau squirmed uncomfortably, trying to grow used to the stretch. Ratau "Damned fox, you're too big! The rest is not going to fit!"

"Oh, we'll make it fit…" He slowly begun to thrust in and out, slowly letting his cock sink deeper. "YOU'RE INSANE!" he cried.

"Remember, we've made a deal~"

The fox continued to slowly sink into Ratau, smirking at the cute noises being made. Within no time, all of the fox was squeezed inside his tiny frame- a buldge forming in his belly.

"Ah, look at you~ Your greedy hole took all of me." he praised. "S-so much- You're so big-"

Ratau's body shook with both the pain and pleasure of being filled his enormous member. The fox gave a few deep thrusts, pulling out his whole cock just to stretch him again in re-entry, allowing for the old rat to get used to the sensation.

"You're doing so well, Ratau~" His pace quickens, causing the bed to creak and quake with every thrust.

"P-please… I- slow down" he panted. "I'll slow down when I feel like it." He nibbled one of his ears. Ratau moaned in response. He quickly bit his lip, to prevent anymore moans from escaping.

"Haha. It seems like you're starting to enjoy it yourself~"

One of his large arms wrapped around the front of Ratau's neck, hooking him in closer to his face. He pressed their lips together again, purrs and whimpers being shared between the both of them. "I want to hear you, Ratau…" He grinds his hips against his ass. "I want to you hear you beg. Beg me to pound you harder, Ratau." he panted.

He hesitated. He didn't want to admit he's enjoying his fucking, but he's already too far in. Felt too… good. As the fox grinded into him more, he grew more sensitive to the sensation. His legs starting to feel weak. "P-please- FUCK! Please fuck me, right there! Right there, oh god." He sobbed. He was desperate for the new found pleasure. He pressed his ass back into the fox's hips.

"Fuck me, fuck me harder, please!"

"Good boy~"

The fox started to thrust back into him, going deeper and faster- pounding into his sweet spot. A warmth pooled in their stomachs, both near orgasm, Pre-cum leaking from both Ratau's cock and his abused hole. "I'm… I'm g-going to cum!" he cried.

The fox grunted, releasing his cum into his ass. He continued to thrust into him as the excess cum pumped from his cock spilled from his hole. Ratau's belly begun to swell, so full of the fox's load. "F-Fuck!" He grunted as he came inside of him. Eyes watering from the stretch. "You look so good like this, Ratau. So full of my seed~"

He slowly slid his now soft member from Ratau, allowing his load to drip down to the wooden floor beneath them. He wiped himself clean with the blanket on the bed and begun to dress back into his robe. "Hopefully, this was enough for you, Ratau. To learn your new place under me. You have been spared for another day."

Ratau slid off the bed to his knees into the spillage they created, body too weak to move. Not a word could be formed at the moment, as he was still trying to regain himself from the experience. The same black portal formed once again next to the fox. He turned to leave. "Rest now, as I will have another favor of you tomorrow night." He laughed as he stepped back into his portal, leaving the poor rat a quivering mess on the floor.

#Enjoy as this is my very first written fanfiction