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a-twistedheartslonging · 27 days

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Could we please have your headcanons of non-human Ace?? Is he a cuddly fox?? Or a coyote?

I would say a fox would suit him pretty well, cute little troublemaker.

Soft fluffy fur that matches his hair and covers his arms and legs but is black from wrists to hands and ankles to feet. There's fur above where his tail is attached and there's a small patch of white fluff on his chest, and his underarms along with a thin but soft happy trail of white fur starting below his belly button.

His dark claws that are semi-retractable. Sort of human hands, the skin is dark to match the dark fur on top of his hand and the patting on his fingertips along with the pad on his palm also matches the color. The padding is kind of soft. Touches your hands and teases you for them being small and clawless, totally not because he wants to hold them.

Foxes hunt by stalking and pouncing on their prey, regular human Ace already likes startling you, especially with the cute noises you make. It’s gonna be way worse with him being an actual predator made for hunting and sneaking. You will hear nothing before he pounces and man will he laugh once he has you. Said laugh is a bit fox-like but not quite.

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Foxes actually have small spines on their tongues, you discover that when he decides to give your cheek a lick. No, he’s not being affectionate he just knows you humans think that stuff is gross, and he wanted to mess with you…totally the reason.

Even domesticated foxes have a very strong digging instinct, they will absolutely attempt to dig through floors, carpets, and your yard. He mostly grew out of it but you might catch him digging a hole or two in the Heartslabyul garden or even behind Ramshackle. Sometimes for no reason or other times to hide something from Riddle.

He is such a freaking snack thief.

Despite being a canine species, foxes actually resemble cats more than dogs in many ways. Like his animal counterpart, Ace’s pupils are catlike, vertical slits, which gives him excellent night vision. Many foxes are also excellent climbers, routinely scaling trees and roofs to stalk birds and squirrels. So, you might catch him on your roof or hanging out in a tree and he will likely encourage you to join him up there. Oh, the little human has trouble climbing? Well, he…he guesses he could help you if you give him some snacks later- no wait come back! It’s too bad most of the others here are beastmen or else it would be way easier to cheese it after causing trouble.

Foxes are naturally curious animals. As such, they occasionally check out other animals—even the ones that would, in other circumstances, be their bitter enemies—and make friends with them. For instance, dogs (and, to a lesser extent, cats) tend to have an antagonistic relationship with foxes. This does nothing to stop individual foxes from sometimes approaching and playing with both cats, to the point where the fox and the other animal actually befriend each other. Ace is similar in a lot of ways, though unfortunately as we all know, Ace’s version of making friends involves a lot of teasing. He’s lucky humans aren't a bitey bunch and can be easily won over by floof. He knows this is a weakness of yours and uses that to his advantage, acting like he's allowing you to pet him out of the goodness of his heart and not because it feels freaking amazing. Too bad for him Foxes are a vocal bunch, especially when happy and he sucks at hiding the feel-good fox noises when you find a good spot.

Interestingly enough recent research has found that one of the earliest animal species foxes have befriended may actually be . . . us humans. A 16,500-year-old cemetery in northern Jordan was found to contain a grave with the remains of a human male and his companion fox. Seeing as the grave is roughly 4,000 years older than the earliest known human-dog burial, it would appear that foxes were playing around with humans long before we got around to domesticating dogs. So…it was all most meant to be that you guys become friends…and he's obviously your favorite, right?

Be it with family, a friend, or something more foxes can be especially affectionate. Grooming, playing, and cuddling are the big three ways they show it. Though with grooming he often seems to be the one insisting you do it for him, he's pretty proud of his tail and is smug about it with others that you love his so much.

It…nice how you gently hold his hand while filing claws that got a bit too long. He’s ready to fall asleep, half lying on you as you brush out his fur, humming soothingly as you do it. It's in that relaxed half-awake state when he unconsciously tries to groom you back using his tongue. Will deny everything if you bring it up later. However, once you're officially together things change, and you'll end up with a lot more licks and Ace going after your neck and face along with a lot of nibbles.

Oh, the cuddling. Foxes cuddle not only to keep warm but also as a form of security blanket for each other. Their close physical contact provides comfort and reassurance within their social circles. Best believe anytime either of you has some stressful stuff going on a cuddling sesh is going to happen. He doesn’t even need to ask about sharing a bed since it's just normal for you guys now. Will still say he does it for your benefit, but we all know the truth. The nights he spends with you are the ones where he sleeps best, and he’ll get kind of grumpy if you don’t get to do it often. He’s clingy in his sleep and a living heater. Expect to either be used like a personal body pillow or straight up get laid on. Too bad for you if you get too hot or have to pee. The tail always manages to get wrapped around you. A cuddle pile with him, you, and Deuce is not uncommon.

Playing, there are the usual things he does for fun, along with his pranks but…for some reason chasing and catching you seems to be one of his favorites. Will give you a bite once he has you but is surprisingly gentle with it. That fluffy tail will swing around like nuts and the happiest noises make their way out of him as he rolls around on the ground with you in his arms. Tease him about it and he might give you a harder bite.

The others are sure he's making it his life's goal to have you always smell like him. You've lost track of how many times he's tossed a spare shirt or hoodie your way saying something about how a furless weirdo like you needs to stay warm. Arm over your shoulders, head resting on top of yours, if he's not touching you, he's at least sitting close. Gets grumpy if he smells anyone else on you and will straight up say you stink.

As far as courting goes, a lot of the guys assumed he was already doing it with how he already acts with you. Aside from him bringing you more food and getting into more fights it's mostly the same. Male foxes court the vixens and often fight with other males during breeding season. The female chooses which one receives her favors. The males follow the female until she makes her decision. The guys probably thought you were just taking a really long time to make up your mind or felt too guilty to reject him yet.

Fox Breeding and sex are mentioned below. ⬇️

Interestingly enough male foxes only produce sperm during their mating season. With many animals, the male is triggered into season by the female going into heat, but even after researching it for a whole day, I'm not sure if that also applies to foxes since this seems unique to them. What does this mean for Ace? Will he only be in the mood when his season comes around? Will he still be affected by his partner ovulating?

Or is this possibly something that wouldn't necessarily affect his libido but just means he'll be having dry orgasm until he's in season? I mean, the latter means no mess or need for contraceptives so that doesn't sound too bad, especially with giving oral so maybe we will just go with that.

Like a regular fox, he indeed has a knot. For some reason unlike wolves or dogs where it takes around half an hour for them to get unstuck from knotting, foxes stay together longer, typically for an hour but can go for even longer.

Foxes scream when they mate...a lot...and really loud. I'm not saying that he will actually scream but he can get pretty loud with the moans during sex and will make at least some fox noises.

After mating is usually when foxes get to work on their den. Since Ramshackle is away from everyone else he's likely going to consider your room your guy's den. Expect him to leave a lot of his stuff in there and if your bed isn't that big, he is going to make a pillow and blanket nest for you two on the floor, maybe it will even be like a fort. Perfect for cuddling in, mating, and having babies.

Does not actually want kids but that won't keep him from talking about breeding you during the act....now that I think about it, I think a lot of the twst dudes that don't want kids would do the same thing. "No baby, only breed."

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #nonhuman au #suggestive #ask #asks #twst ace #ace trappola/reader #twisted wonderland ace #ace trappola

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sunshine-and-moonshine · 10 months

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Insecurities

Requested: No

Warnings: Breasts in Ghost’s part but Reader is kept GN

Ghost - Diseven Breasts

Ghost has noticed it before but he’s never been bothered by it. He’s not a 14 year old with expectations of everything about you being exactly even and picture perfect. And it doesn’t have to be that to be beautiful, he thinks you’re a God just the way you are. But if he sees that you’re insecure about your breasts then he will make an effort to soothe you, focusing on them for hours on end. Groping, biting, sucking. Or on the more non sexual side, nuzzling, softly kissing, and laying his head on them. He’s not the most vocal person, and he struggles with comforting people, so he hopes that his actions will be enough.

Soap - Keratosis Pilaris

Soap is doing connect-the-dots on your skin. Absolutely draws either the cutest or most cursed things you’ve ever seen just by following the dots. He will take pictures to remember them by and he ends up with a whole photo album full of them, which he makes sure to keep out of sight of others so you don’t get embarrassed. Goes out of his way to nuzzle against and sweetly kiss the bumps as he tells you how he loves your skin, and he won’t stop til he’s convinced that you wholeheartedly believe him. Which could take upwards of an hour on most occasions.

Alejandro - Hair

Alejandro’s pretty hairy himself so he doesn’t really understand why you’d get so insecure about it. Whether it be because you have dark facial hair or just lots of body hair, he thinks it looks fine. He even likes the feel of it, especially against his face after he’s shaved. If it’s about hair between your legs then he’s really confused because that shit is so hot to him. Not to mention that he has a bush between his thighs so really, please don’t be insecure about it with him. He promises he loves it. Like, really fucking loves it. Or maybe it’s a blading insecurity! Which he doesn’t mind either, and will vehemently tell you so. He is very likely to slap a sticker onto the back of your head though. But he also gives it lots of kisses as well so please don’t be too angry with him

König - Acne

If anyone understands insecurity about acne, it’s König. It’s not as bad since he started a semi regular face washing routine but it was really bad when he was younger and left quite a few scars behind, especially on his face. If you’d like, he can help you find a routine that works for you. Or, if you’re the type of person that is resistant to just about any and everything type of face wash there is, then he’ll do his best to comfort you with a million and one kisses to the face.

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spectrumgarden · 22 days

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Just a little something I've discovered after talking to a few people irl, some autistic some not. That the whole "I can totally relate to this [quite severe problem/ presentation of autism etc] for [in comparison minor, so non comparable reason]" thing that constantly happens to (us as) MSN & HSN, visibly autistic, semi- & nonverbal, etc ... online is like. Seen as absolute bullshit by everyone ive told about it. Everyone is like "well of Course this isnt the time for them to interrupt / talk over / make it about them / etc. It doesnt make sense to do it, it's not the same thing, etc".

It's hard sometimes when you feel like everyone just wants to erase or (mis- ?) appropriate what you go through and work so hard to share for awareness (etc), but this is just some very vocal people who no one but their own circle agrees with that this is okay behavior

#actually autistic #autistic community #medium support needs #actually disabled #aac user #semiverbal autistic

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spiceofvy · 10 months

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Please note that all my works are headcanons, nsfw and gender neutral unless it's tagged differently!

Hoseok

Stamina concept

Namjoon

Hitting head on headboard concept

Sub!Namjoon x Dom!Hyung Line concept

Rapline

Reader has Nipple Piercings

Reader never had an orgasm

Walking in on the Reader masturbating

What kissing the BTS Rapline is like sfw

Sexting with the BTS Rapline

Telling the BTS Rapline that you fake your orgasms

BTS Rapline with an insomniac reader sfw

BTS Rapline reaction to the reader crying sfw

Reader getting insecure during sex

Reader getting hurt during sex

Reader is taller than them semi-nsfw fem!reader

Maknae Line

Reader is lazy in bed

OT7

Dating a non-celebrity sfw

Having a crush on a friend sfw

Unrequited crush sfw

Reader is stronger than them sfw

Masc!GF and pegging fem!reader

Readers cat doesn't like them sfw

Subtle things they do when they have a crush sfw

Thinking reader betrayed them sfw

Things they do when they are in love with you sfw

Manhandling them

Overstimulation

Chan

Comforting Chan sfw

Minho

Soft Boyfriend Headcanons sfw

Hyunjin

Hyunjin walking in on the reader masturbating afab reader one-shot

Felix

Sub!Felix Brainrot concept

OT8

Reader has Nipple Piercings

Reader never had an Orgasm

Walking in on Reader masturbating

What kissing SKZ is like sfw

Sexting with SKZ

Telling SKZ that you fake your orgasms

SKZ with an insomniac reader sfw

SKZ reacting to the reader crying sfw

Reader getting insecure during sex

Reader is not very vocal in bed

Reader getting hurt during sex

Getting jealous on a show sfw 9th member fem!reader

Reader is taller than them semi-nsfw fem!reader

Their dick doesn't fit

Aftercare with them sfw

Reader is too shy to ask for affection sfw

Sucking you off amab!reader

Secretly dating them sfw

OT5

Finding out about your nipple piercings

Reader is super clingy sfw

Aftercare with them

#masterlist

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minheelovelee · 8 months

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epex masterlist

#epex

- ot8 - making out^ playlists^ college boyfriends^ cuddling ideal types first dates confessing jealousy mtl to date a foreigner nsfw links* how they give head - hyungs* - maknaes* favorite positions - hyungs* - maknaes* as your boyfriend - mu* - amin* nsfw a-z - wish* - keum* - mu* - amin* - baek* - ayden* - yewang* - jeff* - text imagines - telling them you like them - hyungs^ - maknaes - ex-boyfriend!epex^ asking for a selfie - hyungs - top 3 kinks* ass vs. boobs* dom? sub? switch?* losing your virginities - wish* - keum* - mu*

- wish - #kdawit semi-public* thigh riding* shower* nudes ft. amin^ following him around - keum - #keumdong dom!keum* needy!keum* car* bathtub* first time w/birthday boy * his gf on her period 03some ft. mu* - mu - #mew sleepovers getting a pet soft myu thoughts kyungsoon* loves praise* 03some ft. keum* - amin - #minu likes girls in skirts* tutor* double penetration ft. baek* after his live* nudes ft. wish* - baekseung - #baek double penetration ft. amin* - ayden - #den really likes eating pussy* making out^ sharing ft. jeff* - part 2* - yewang - #wang as his non-idol girlfriend* size + breeding kink* late-night drive* dom!yewang + overstimulation* fingers* - jeff - #jho sharing ft. ayden* - part 2* thigh riding* vocal thoughts*

#epex reactions #epex imagines #epex smut

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thicctails · 1 month

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Incomplete Merformers guide, because goddamn it I put too much effort into researching biology for a fake species to let it go to waste

a readmore bc its very long

Earth Mers

Biology

-Eyes have nictitating membrane, aka a second eyelid

-A facultative bipedal, prototherian, catadromous species

-Facultative Bipedal: they usually walk on all fours, but can switch to walking upright.

-Prototherian: egg laying mammals. Both males and females possess mammary glands, but lack nipples.

-Catadromous: lives most of their lives in freshwater, only travelling to saltwater bodies to mate and reproduce.

-Mers possess two sets of gills, one on their neck, and one on their torso. These gills help provide enough oxygen to a Mer’s large, complex body. They are extremely sensitive, and even non-fatal wounds inflicted in areas with gills may leave the Mer unable to move due to pain.

-The loss of one part of a set of gills is a survivable injury, provided that a Mer has a pod that can support them, as strenuous activities like hunting will no longer be possible. However, the loss of a set of gills is fatal, as the Mer will no longer be able to get enough oxygen unless they remain strictly on land, which would cause its own set of problems.

-Mers are covered in small, thin, semi-reflective scales. They become paler and softer on certain parts of the body, such as the face, the front of the neck, the chest, the belly, and the underside of limbs. Mer scales come in every colour and pattern, and are a good indicator of health and age.

-Pups will have darker, less reflective scales, which helps them hide from any potential predators.

-Juveniles have more colourful scales, and any patterns or markings they have will begin to appear.

-Adults’ scales have reached peak vibrance and reflectiveness, and any patterns or markings will have fully appeared by this point.

-Elder Mer scales begin to lose their brightness, and may begin to flake off.

-Signs of illness in Mers can manifest in random scale discolouration or rapid/over scale shedding.

-Mers possess long, curved canines. Their unique shape helps Mers to hold onto their prey, as it is harder for the prey animal to pull themselves free without causing more damage to themselves.

-Their wide mouths allow them to take bigger bites of larger prey, or swallow smaller prey whole.

-A Mer’s facial structure, while human in appearance from a distance or in situations with low visibility, is actually quite different. They have snouts that can range in length, and almost feline-like noses. This allows them to peek above the surface of water without revealing themselves fully.

-Mers have diamond-shaped pupils. These pupils constrict into almost non-visible lines when they bask, which allows them to keep their eyes open to look for potential danger without causing any damage to their sight.

-Mers have unique vocal cords, utilising a syrinx and vestibular folds to produce sounds. They communicate verbally through chirps, hoots, croons, trills, calls, songs, growls and roars, although much of Mer communication is through body language, tail and fin movement, and facial expressions.

-They cannot produce sounds like humans do, but Mers can learn to mimic human speech like certain species of birds. The noise will sound noticeably off without years of proper vocal training, and unless a Mer spends time observing human conversation, they will often not understand the meaning of the sound they are copying.

-Mers communicate using certain frequencies. If a Mer is born with any abnormalities in their vocal cords, they may be unable to vocally communicate with others.

Eggs and Pups

-Both male and female Mers can feed pups, but only females can produce and carry eggs. Mer gestation is typically 16 months long, and often only produces 1-2 viable eggs.

-Mer eggs resemble shark eggs, being pouch-like in shape. The foetus and yolk is visible until the very end of the development phase, when the egg’s shell becomes brittle and opaque, allowing the pup to break free much easier.

-Pups are born with limited sight and hearing. They rely fully on their parents or caretakers for the first two years of life before they develop fine motor skills and have acquired basic swimming skills.

-Mers return to their pools to lay their eggs, as pups need to be able to easily access oxygen while their gills finish developing, and this can be difficult given the rough and unpredictable nature of the ocean.

-Eggs can only be out of water if they are kept moist, and Mers will do everything possible to not remove their eggs from the water, as they are delicate and sensitive to their environment.

Pods and Pools

-Mers live in pods. Pods can have anywhere between 2 to 100+ members, and are an essential part of Mer life and culture.

-Pods can be made of blood relatives, mates, inlaws, friends, ect. Mers that do not know each other but that have been separated from their pods for any reason may form temporary pods for the sake of survival.

-Pods have their own pools that they return to to rear their young. Multi-generational, family controlled pod pools are called Ancestral Pools, while pools controlled by multiple, unrelated pods are called Communal Pools.

-These pools are typically shallow, and are often near waterfalls or streams to insure that the water does not become stagnant. Mers will usually live around these pools for most of their lives, and being forced to relocate can be an extremely traumatic experience.

-Human influence on the environment has driven Mers closer towards extinction, as these pools are essential for raising pups. Adult mers can survive in rivers or oceans, but pups lack the skills and strength to adapt and survive in these environments.

-Some mers adapted to this rising problem in interesting ways. Mers that moved into darker, underwater caves or bayous developed larger eyes, long whiskers, and bigger, more sensitive head fins to help them navigate in dark spaces with more obstacles. Others developed stronger magic, and used it to disguise themselves as humans.

-Human disguised mers spend years observing human populations and learning how to act and speak like humans, as Mers do not communicate in the same ways. This is a high risk - high reward decision, as these mers can own property and create their own secure pools, but they also run the risk of being discovered, either through a slip up from themselves, or from a human somehow stumbling upon an undisguised pup. Pups have high sensitivity to magic, and cannot control their own, which means that they cannot be disguised or disguise themselves.

-Most, however, simply try to find suitable pockets of deep forests or secluded beaches, tucking themselves away from humanity.

-Raising a pup or pups alone is highly risky, because this means that the parent will need to leave their vulnerable young alone to go hunt. Unfortunately, human activity has made returning to either Ancestral or Communal pools difficult or impossible, and expectant Mers may be forced to search for any water body to lay their eggs. If the water is stagnant or polluted, the pup inside the egg will die, as Mer eggs are extremely sensitive, and absorb oxygen through the soft exterior.

Sexual Dimorphism

- Mers have very little in the way of sexual dimorphism. The main visible difference between female and male mers is their chest fins. Females have larger, more rigid chest fins. Pods usually have a matriarchal system of leadership, and the most dominant female will have the largest, stiffest, and most vibrant chest fin. Males have smaller, softer, multi-layer chest fins, usually used for courtship. A male’s chest fin can rapidly change colour, usually going from a dull colour to a vivid colour, and they can be ruffled, not unlike the feathers of a bird.

Culture

-Mers are highly intelligent, and although their civilizations are not as advanced as humans (mostly because of humans) they have still developed multiple different cultures based on geographical location and adaptations.

#merformers #mermaids #mermaid biology #transformers

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justadeadreaper · 2 months

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Questions!! How often does he pray? Would he prefer a religious partner? How does he feel about non-believers?👀

Jack-Pot prays seven times a day (at least) at the given times. This is due to there being semi-specific times Catholics need to pray, which are at 3AM, 6AM, 9AM, 12PM, 6PM (as that is what he defines as evening), 9PM (this is normally done at bedtime but as his schedule is fucked up he tends to do it at 9PM and an extra when he actually goes to bed), and 12AM. He does have alarms which wake him up at the times to pray as he is very strict about it. But, he does do extra prayers, which are to say thanks before eating any meal, or he will pray when he has sinned that day to ask for forgiveness, which tends to be quite often due to working with Makarov. But, he also will pray his rosary when he is too stressed as it helps him relax as he needs to be in a calm state to remember each prayer that consists of the rosary

He would prefer a religious partner, particularly a Roman Catholic like him, but he does not mind too much; for example, in the Rewrite, his "crush" is not particularly religious. As long as you celebrate the different holidays and feast days with him and at least partake in a few things with him, like going to mass every so often, then he is perfectly fine and happy. If you are of a different religion, especially not a Christian one, he will be enthusiastic to learn about it and the different things about the religion as it is interesting to him to learn about the similarities and differences. If you asked him too he would participate in any religious activity you ask him to, but he expects the same in return

The only issue would come when you have children. He would want the children to be Roman Catholic like him, and it will be a bit of an uphill battle to get him to consider otherwise; the best compromise you could get is that the children would be raised in both religions

In all honesty, Jack-Pot could give less of a shit about non-believers. Atheists or if you are another religion. He could not care less anymore since he was taught to respect others, and it is their own choice, not his, to make. He will worship his God, and you can do whatever you want to do as you are an adult. When he was younger, it was different as he thought people were idiots for not believing and was more vocal about it. But that soon changed after he had an argument with his older brother. His older brother is a Satanist and Demon worshipper, which caused a massive fight between the two as Jack-Pot saw his brother as an idiot, but his opinion and attitude soon changed after his brother handed his ass back to him and gave Jack-Pot a very long lecture. Ever since then he has been respectful

#cod original character #call of duty original character #cod oc #call of duty oc #jack-pot call of duty #jack-pot cod

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minecraft-cake · 2 months

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When We Get Home: Main Navigation

A skulk-based minecraft apocalypse au, following the Outlaws Scar and Grian along with various members of the Hermitcraft and Life series servers!

Hello and welcome to my minecraft apocalypse concept! This has been in the works for well over a month or two so far in my personal documents, and I'm happy to finally introduce the first few details. Our first one is a spreadsheet revealing quite a few of the major characters, their infection status, and more! Underneath I'll be explaining the setting and how I've changed up the mechanics of the zombie apocalypse trope just a bit to fit it to minecraft mechanics and my personal taste :].

Status Board:

If there are many changes to this board, it will be updated here! This image may change over time as information is revealed and new chapters come out. For now,

What is the setting?

This is a modern setting, with a minecraft twist! Think of all our modern tech and cities, but with the edition of minecraft mobs and mechanics. Things like government sanctioned hostile mob grinders for citizens to safely gain exp, fully lighted road systems and cities to create safe zones for non pvp oriented citizens, etc. Pretty much everyday normal life but I still want minecraft mobs and items to exist.

What is the "Skulk Virus"?

After the entrance to an ancient ruin was discovered in the outskirts of the capital, a research team was launched to investigate what historians and archaeologists were simply nicknaming “The Deep Dark.” Not long after the team's investigation and boarding off of the location, outbreaks of a deadly virus began to surface in less fortunate areas of the city, soon spreading terribly from hospitals, slaughterhouses, government sanctioned hostile mob farms, and more. The cause of the outbreak was presumed to be the hostile mob exposure that occurred overnight in the research area due to limited lighting budgets, as the black lichen seems to latch onto life force (mobs, nonhostile or otheriwse) to power a possible hivemind. Despite vaccination and quarantine efforts– the original discovery team going as far as to encase “ground zero”’s entrance in concrete –the spread of death did not cease. Once infected, the “skulk” pathogen quickly overwhelms the brain, using the remaining energy to roam and infect living hosts to spread itself. The symptoms of contracting the skulk virus itself are most commonly visibly characterized by large, black abrasions and loss of vocal control, along with active decay of the body. It’s theorized that the skulk may distort and/or reconfigure humanoid vocal chords, which is what causes the chittering and racket-y calls usually produced by infected. The virus can also cause minor bioluminescence and hypermobility. The infected are considered kill-on-sight. The virus controls the body wholly, and any person still conscious will be very unlikely to be autonomous despite vocal claims. It reacts with disturbingly quick instinct, and will rush toward any distinctive indicator of human life. An infected is most dangerous at its earliest stages, as their sense of sight, smell, and taste have not yet deteriorated and the virus has more ways to approximate the location of future host bodies.

Are there surviving settlements?

There were two main shifts at the start of the end of the world: the prolificacy of death, and the human sense of organization.

With the outbreak overwhelming major cities and spreading over oceans, Sanctuaries were made out of minor settlements to create safe areas. Usually dictated by some sort of warden, Sanctuaries are walled off communities that vow to be virus-free, safe places to harbor a semi-normal life. They have strict rules, even minor theft or endangerment is not tolerated, and all communities usually fight in groups of four or more. By law, anyone who endangers a Sanctuary is considered Outlawed. They are banned from all Sanctuaries, and their Outlawed status is documented on public forums on a digital record, along with their bounty. While death is not normally encouraged, Outlawed citizens are the exception. Most consider their removal a comfort, whether for revenge, or to deter others from defecting from the Sanctuary, but Outlaws are never kill-on-sight. For anyone hunting an Outlaw, the capture must be returned alive to the Sanctuary they were originally expelled from to face execution. This is to avoid fraud, as payment is usually given in a dedicated flow of supplies and armor to the hunter from any affiliated Sanctuary.

Outlaw hunters are incredibly rare, and incredibly dangerous to encounter. Many have vowed strongly to protect Sanctuaries, and view anyone outside them as a threat regardless of their legal status. If you are not Outlawed, you are likely to be killed by a hunter to prevent the future endangerment of a Sanctuary.

Fun Fact: Most of our main characters are Outlawed!

Like I said, this story will heavily follow the adventures of our two main Outlaws, Scar and Grian! It's going to deal with some pretty complicated relationships as well. I'll be taking my time to write these chapters thoughtfully and thoroughly.

We will have long term plotlines with a few of the characters on the board (and some that have been blocked out to avoid major spoilers), so stay tuned! I'd love to answer questions about the au if you guys have any :]. Feel free to check out Scar's Cassette Playlist up on my pinned! It's the music that was left downloaded on his phone when the apocalypse hit and most proper internet connections were severed.

#wwgh au #grian #gtwscar #desert duo #hermitcraft au #life series au #hermitcraft #3lsmp #dlsmp #llsmp #llsmp2 #i wont be maintagging the fandom much after this post. just getting it out there for the main introduction!#cake.crafts

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inhibited-irregularity · 1 year

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Since the voting was truly abysmal and the real winner was robbed by the corrupt juries, might as well make a "they deserved better" list including both semis and the grand finale and considering both juries and the general public. So, in an attempt to be as objective as I can, here's my

☆♥︎THEY DESERVED BETTER♥︎☆

In no particular order:

🇩🇪 Germany, Lord of the lost - Blood and glitter: I admit that I wasn't a fan in the beginning, and even made a post about how I wish that the rock entries went harder and that LOTL should either commit to hardcore or be more silly with the song. I found the cheesy lyrics delivered in such a serious and dramatic manner cringey, BUT, after their performance last night, changed my mind completely. First of all, I ADORE the lead singer's vocals (and he seems like a cool guy), and the song itself has some seriously good moments, not to mention how freakin catchy it is. Their energy was through the roof, the performance was flawless, and in spite of my initial reaction to the song, I bought it and genuinely loved it. It felt like watching a concert by one of my favorite bands. Not my winner, but I was really disappointed with how low they scored.

🇪🇸 Spain, Blanca Paloma - Eaea: ROBBED. Over the years, the juries projected an image of people that look for all things *artistic* in a song (even though it usually translates as a pretentious kid in art college with no real taste picking the thing they think their 50yo profesor would approve of). Well, they be blind, since Blanca Paloma brought IT, and they failed to recognize. Outstanding vocals, stunning visuals, the power of the entire performance, and all the emotion and significance packed into a seemingly simple concept. It was more like a movie scene than a musical competition entry, she transported me into another dimension and unlocked something ancient and wonderful. All the people I've talked to had different favorites, but they all had strong, immensely positive reactions to Spain. I literally teared up and had a spiritual experience with Blanca Paloma's performance, and the energy she exuded was undeniably healing, freeing and over-all cathartic. While I knew that her chances of winning were slim and I didn't count on the public vote, she deserved SO MUCH MORE from both general public and the juries.

🇦🇹 Austria, Teya and Salena - Who the hell is Edgar: One of my favorites from the very beginning. A quality pop song with a bop-y rhythm and ingenious lyrics. Under the guise of random and silly, there's quite a few things implied - the obvious criticism of the music industry and the more subtle "people are readier to believe that a ghost of a famous writer possessed me than that a woman can write quality lyrics and have a sense of humor" (shout-out to generations of men claiming Kurt Cobain wrote Courtney Love's songs and lyrics, work on your reading comprehension) While that might be a personal observation, here's what absolutely stands. They're adorable, funny, had a fun choreography, a catchy song, the lyrics that are fun even if you don't analyze them, great personalities, solid performance, perfect delivery and the right amount of quality with a dash of random that matches Iceland's Dađy Freyr and that y'all claim to respect. Shame on the audience; the jury can't recognize talent anyway.

🇸🇮 Slovenia, Joker out - Carpe Diem: Not much left to say. Good song, good vibes, all the charisma in the world. They had Måneskin's synergy, they had a good time, the audience had a good time with them, and they were confident in a non-pretentious manner. Special mention for Bojan, the lead singer, who's shown such sportsmanship, was truly an example of a perfect esc. representative. The entire band seems very fun to hang out with, and while they're goofy, they seem very smart with how they manage to balance witty and respectful in interviews. Members aside, their music is refreshing and perfect for people that find mainstream pop repetitive but aren't into anything too heavy. Perfect for a summer music festival or a feel-good playlist.

🇵🇹 Portugal, Mimicat - Ai, coração: you know she's something special when her entire home country shows such support and excitement. I wasn't a fan at first when I saw the national performance, it seemed a bit out-dated and frankly a bit too weird for my taste, but she changed my mind as soon as she took the stage in the first semi. In my opinion, a Broadway-worthy performance, and such personality! Fun aunt vibes, and one of the coolest people this year. When I grow up, I wanna be her.

🇭🇷 Croatia, Let 3 - Mama, ŠČ: The juries are such cowards, honestly. I was familiar with some of the band's history and not everything they did was exactly my taste, but what else to expect from a band so unhinged. I had some misgivings, but they won me over quickly. The punkest thing Eurovison has seen in recent years. That's how you do anti-war, Switzerland. Satire on point. Weird, meaningful, fun, grotesque. How something like that didn't do better in Eurovision is beyond me. But leave it to the cowardly juries that left Italy's Ermal Meta and Fabrizio Moro with almost no points to do just that. I'm still butthurt.

🇷🇸 Serbia, Luke Black - Samo mi se spava: Listen, I was NOT a fan. All the homophobes aside, everyone in the country and their mom was gushing about how original and unique the song is, which can be annoying to someone who's as exposed to various aspects of pop culture as I am (humble,I know), and I still think his singing could be better. At first, he was a bit awkward and seemed pretentious during the national selection. However, the performance did stand out, he amped his energy and put such effort, and there's no denying the flawless staging and production and how well it suits him, and over time, he's proved to be a funny, likeable and down to earth guy (with flawless fashion sense). I'm proud of him and how he represented the country, and he definitely didn't deserve to be at the bottom of the list.

🇮🇸 Iceland, Diljá - Power: I'm OUTRAGED that it didn't qualify and can only call lesbophobia idk. I mean, Im not familiar with her sexuality, but if I've ever seen something that doesn't give a damn about the male gaze, this would be it. Still, it's beyond me how she didn't qualify. One of the best vocals this year, not to mention she sung FLAWLESSLY while running and jumping all over the stage with zero breaks. The track itself is meh to me, but should be something that Eurovision fans enjoy; that being said, the vocal and performance can make or break a song with such a track, and she ATE. Power indeed, I was blown away. Her being super-cute is just a bonus. She has my heart and my votes ♡ Too bad people didn't agree.

🇷🇴 Romania, Theodor Andrei - D.G.T: Ok, I can't shout that he deserved to qualify, I knew the chances were slim and the song had some ways to go, not to mention the hot mess of a national performance. However, he doesn't deserve ANY hate that he's getting, and in my opinion, he was the best male vocal this year. I'm in love with his voice and he doesn't lack charisma either. I loved the re-vamp with the acoustic guitar, but at the end of the day, the stage was a bit empty. I will add D. G. T. to my playlist though, and I wish him a wonderful career and a powerful return.

🇱🇻 Latvia, Sudden Lights - Aijā; Well, this one hurts. I know it wasn't a fan favorite, but I was rooting for it so much and still think it deserved to qualify over some *questionable* entries. While it was something straight out of my high-school playlist, I didn't find it derivative and it was warm, touching and comforting. And beautiful, goddammit. I get how it's not everyone's cup of tea, but come on.

🇵🇱 Poland, Jann - Gladiator: Was this a jumpscare? Lol. No need to write a huge paragraph, the entire world knows that he was robbed. I've never seen someone so charismatic and meant to be a performer, and I enjoyed both the song, the lyrics and the delivery, even though I immediately noticed a similarity with Judas by Lady Gaga. However, I feel obliged to say that he should work on his vocals and that y'all wouldn't be so mad if he didn't look the way he looks. Still, the true choice of Poland, and I have no doubt he would've done great in the final.

AND FINALLY .....

THE ONE TRUE WINNER

💚💚💚💚🇫🇮🇫🇮🇫🇮💚💚💚

Käärija (my beloved) - Cha Cha Cha:

Ok, he didn't lack the love or the appreciation. But the RIGGERY. The ROBBERY. THE AUDACITY.

First of all, the song is a banger. It mixes industrial rock, techno and eurodance perfectly, with flawless transitions, while managing to catch the ears of people that aren't into any of those genres. Great intro that pulls you in immediately, and the pacing done just right. Now onto Käärijä himself. He's a fucking star. A legend. It's impossible not to like him. Every video of him I've seen was so much fun. Performance wise, great energy, great delivery. The song manages to appeal so many people with staying unique and checking all the boxes. Want something for the angst? He got you. Want something upbeat? Cha cha cha motherfuckers. Want weird? "My name is Kääärijää", there's our green man. Want quality production? Boy from Vantaa's got it.

The only possible criticism I can see him receiving is something along the lines of "it's gimmicky", which is frankly a ridiculous thing to say about a Eurovision entry (insert the Maryl Streep from Devil Wears Prada meme) and if it were gimmicky, he wouldn't have become the only artist to ever have his name chanted by the entire audience while Sweden gets points, and I wouldn't have replayed it so many times since it came out without getting bored. Honestly, one of the rare songs that puts me in a good mood, cos it has that "starting from anger and angst and acknowledging bad feelings and THEN bringing you to upbeat and happy" thing going on. Eh. Fuck the jury.

This concludes my list. Special mentions.

Not my cup of tea, but deserved the praise - Norway, Italy, Australia, Armenia

Deserved more public votes, undeniable quality, but faded into the background compared to my other favs - France, Czechia

Not for me but I get it- Moldova, Estonia, Georgia

+ Acknowledging Malta for pulling that performance and getting everything possible out of a song that relies entirely on one catchy hook. Most improved entry since the nationals, good show, likeable group, fun staging.

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From These Lungs, You I Crave

Gif credit: @itsdoneitswashed

This is what happens when you let a plot bunny take the wheel. I’m not sure that there should be warnings in this - other than supernatural creatures, the use of foul language, Finn is a shit, Damian is not prepared to be an adult, and OC? Soulmate ficlet.

Everyone in the WWE is something non-human. Like super humans, supernatural creatures, Demi-gods, deity’s of all forms, demons, angels, ect. Werewolves aren’t often allowed on the roster because even though they are pack animals they have a lot of behavioral rumors that keep humans and creatures alike from wanting to work with them. Damian Priest is a hybrid - he didn’t choose it for himself, his father was a vampire and his mother had been born in a werewolf family but had been human. No one expected him to have any werewolf genes at all - and yet he’s a VaelWolf. A rare perfect marriage between the vampire and werewolf DNA.

While a normal werewolf needs a pack, usually twenty or more strong, Damian is good with less than five bonds. It’s why the WWE is a struggle for him - that and the fact that he’s been honest about his heritage from the start. Rhea Ripley, the Nightmare as others call her, is a hybrid too. A rare pairing of werewolf and succubus, with her werewolf side more hidden than his. Finn Balor is a demon, like a higher level with an old world hatred for the fallen angels of old who became Vampires. Dominik Mysterio is a Demi-god, his father Rey a legitimate Aztec god from pre-modern history. Those three (and begrudgingly Rey) are his pack mates for the most part. He accepts the Mysterio extended family as semi-pack, and loves the support. But Damian Priest has no one who is completely his. He is fine with it, honestly. As far as he’s concerned one night stands and quickies in the bathroom are all he needs.

Of course then - then fate has to throw him a literal bone in the scent of home at a live event.

-/- RAW, Monday, May 8, 2023, Jacksonville, Florida -\-

The Monday Night RAWs after his full moon are always the worst, he’s never one hundred percent, and his body feels like it’s on fire. Couple that with the fact that they just got back from Puerto Rico, and he’s somewhere between miserable and homesick for the island. He’d barely made it through Backlash without his wolf snapping to the surface, and honestly his vampiric needs were humming under his skin ready for something. Realistically, he wanted to do absolutely nothing until RAW on Monday, between the jet lag and feeling like he was on the verge of clawing his way out of his skin - really, he was miserable. Of course, he barely had time to get to Jacksonville on Monday morning, so his mood was beyond dismal. By the time he got to have a match, hours later he was irritated, and nothing Rhea, Dominik or Finn tried was helping - in fact the trio were only irritating him more, to he point he’d snapped at them violently, letting his fangs drop, and a sub-vocal growl climb up his chest, and echo out his mouth. Rey had shot him a disapproving look, and encouraged him to take out his negative energies on whatever opponent he was facing. Damian growled as he made his entrance, until about halfway down the ramp - when something caught him off guard.

A scent he’d never encountered seemed to wrap around him, lighting up his muscles and tendons, dancing up his ribs, and spreading into his lungs, before expanding outward, consoling him. He almost forgot what he was doing in favor or chasing the scent, but refused to be a stereotypical werewolf who always had its nose to the ground and metaphorical tail wagging for a new scent. Instead he focused on the task at hand, shaking his head hard enough his braids hit his face, as Finn nearly leapt on him from behind with a loud exclamation of, “You’ve got this Damo.” Damian growled at him again, century old demon or not the Irish sounding monster could get wrecked as far as he was concerned tonight. Standing in the ring was one of LWO’s goonies, he hadn’t bothered to learn their name, because he’d been sure they weren’t going to last - hell, he hadn’t even figured out their species and as far as he knew Finn hadn’t bothered to tell him, so. The match was quick, at least as far as matches for them tend to go - less than fifteen minutes but over five, a nice little bout of time that he’d lost to the repetitive nature of in-ring moves. His victory was a foregone conclusion before he even stepped foot out of gorilla. Walking back up the ramp the scent caught again, this time stronger.

Finn was tugging on his arm, willing him to move - and really Finn was the stronger one of the pair of them, but the demon was known to feign weakness. Damian had stopped halfway up the ramp, his nostrils flaring as he tried and failed in the sea of people to catch the scent. It seemed to be both everywhere and nowhere, alluring and damning it made his fangs itch and his skin crawl. The scent was going to be the death of him. Finn tugged harder, this time using some of his demonic strength to actually move Damian, the larger of the two stumbled slightly over his feet, but got a move on. “I know you're half-dog after the moon, but what got the wolfy-brain so scrambled we had to stand on the ramp for almost a minute for you to sniff.” Finn, unapologetically, was an asshole. It was part of why Damian liked him most days, tonight his tone and rhetoric only made Damian gnash his teeth at him, before shoving around him. It took him until he was in the shower, under the splay of the cold water to realize the scent was home. His Abuela was somewhere laughing no doubt, the human or creature his wolf thought was it’s mate had been in the arena tonight god knows where and he’d be damned if he ever found them again. Growling deep in his chest he contemplated trying to drown himself. It wouldn’t work, he’d tried enough jackass-level stunts as a youth to know both sides of his creature DNA pool healed him at superhuman rates.

The SUV ride back to Tampa, although long, was worth sleeping in his own bed. He didn’t even mind a hyped up Dominik who had way too many energy drinks too close to midnight for the Demi-God to function like a normal fucking human, or the moody Rhea that had demanded passenger seat so she could navigate and had promptly passed out to drool against the window, or the irritable Finn whose horns and tail he’d pointedly stopped glamoring out of existance the moment they were relatively alone. “So, Finnnnnnn said you were weird on the ramp.” And, there is Dominik, over eager and impossibly young for someone who is going to live a next-to immortal life thanks to his immortal God of a father. Damian and Rhea are going to live extremely long lives (centuries) but they aren’t on par with Demons, Angels, and Gods. Dominik has never met a question he hasn’t immediately asked at the worst moments in time, “Was it like a wolf thing, a vampire thing, or are you just still all jumbled from the moon?” Bless the annoyance, he was trying.

“I don’t know what it was.” Damian bit out, through clenched teeth, “I’ve never smelt it before.” Both Finn and Dominik made chittering noises of some sort. Finn because his fangs scraped against each other as his jaw clenched, Dom because he liked to copy Finn when he could.

“So you sniffed your soulmate and just didn’t care?” Finn asked, incredulous as usual. “Isn’t it in the wolfy Bible that once you’ve caught the scent you chase the scent, tackle the scent, fuck the scent full of you're pups, and maybe marry it?”

“What!?” Dominik yelped. “There is a werewolf Bible?”

“If there is Damo hasn’t read it.” Rhea grumbled as she stretched her arms above her head. “If it was your moon made destiny-“ Rhea yawned, Damian contemplated running the SUV into oncoming traffic but that would only hurt the humans involved, “Shouldn’t the wolf be going stir crazy to find it? The scent I mean, who cares about species and gender.”

“So is there or is there not a Bible?” Dominik asked a little more eagerly.

“Hate. That’s what I feel for you all.” Damian growled.

“So that’s a no to the Bible?” Dom muttered under his breath.

Rhea chose that moment to take pity on him, “Not in the Christian sense or even like the legends told about your dad. Werewolves are super secretive about that sort of stuff, it’s all word of mouth and family culture, I guess pack culture. But Damian thought he was immune because he’s part vampire. Guess that answered the question we both had.”

“What question?” Dominik asked.

“If the vampire genetics were dominant or not.” Finn offered, bored. “Throughout my time on Earth there have been hybrids but never ones that managed to survive as long as hybrids do these days. Us higher creatures have always asked if the vampire genetics were more or less recessive since they don’t seem to outweigh other DNA.”

“Oh.” Dominik hummed, “So you're more succubus than vamp and Damian is more wolfy than vamp.”

“Stop calling me wolfy.”

The interstate was too long, he decided. He should have just stayed in Jacksonville. Since Rhea had mentioned it he was feeling a little more off than normal. Grumbling under his breath he wiggled in his seat trying to get more comfortable. He just wanted to get home, strip down and shift into his legitimate wolf form, he’d run around the house a bit maybe get Dominik to play fetch with him (they definitely don’t talk about that, ever) then he’d go sleep on his bat shaped Batman couch and wake up hopefully alone.

None of that is going to happen since everyone is crashing at his place before heading out for a couple days with significant others. Dom has a fiancé in San Diego, Finn is on his eleventh wife in New York (immortality is apparently a bitch), and Rhea is on again with Buddy so after midday tomorrow he’s golden for silence. It’s just getting there.

“So the scent…” Finn trailed off, as both Rhea and Dominik leaned toward the middle console. “Did it smell like a human or creature? Male or female? Can you describe the perfect sniff scent?”

“I wish you were human so I could eat your liver without getting sick.” Damian snarled. “It’s personal.” He added, really he wanted the whole subject dropped - this was something for him to process in private. He needed to first wrap his head around the fact that he had a soulmate, then he could mourn the fact that they had been in a crowd of over 30,000 and he’d never be able to sniff them out again even if he somehow managed to properly explain the scent.

“So like that potion in Harry Potter?” Dominik asked sincerely, “The love potion?” Dominik really was too precious for this world, unfortunately Damian wasn’t in the mood, his sensitive ears be damned, he cranked the old 80s metal on the radio up to the point they all winced, “Fine.” Dominik pouted, weakly.

They don’t talk the next ninety miles, mercifully, nor do they pick up the conversation as Damian let them all into his house, watching them disappear into their ‘bedrooms’, they had once been guest bedrooms but once Damian found his place in the WWE, those three had become his pack mates and it had taken almost two years for management to put them in a legitimate storyline together. There was an additional room for Rey, and his wife Angie, and Damian tended to give up his bedroom when Aalyah stopped in to visit, both Mysterio women pack as far as his lonesome wolf thought. He didn’t bother with his usual goodnights, instead grabbing a bag of O- blood from the fridge that he tossed into the microwave. He watched it spin slowly before the microwaved beeped, then extracted the bag, and headed for his bedroom. Slowly he sipped the blood as silence fell around the house, indicating his packmates had finally dropped off to sleep.

The following morning he would figure his shit out - right now he just wanted the dark to swallow him whole.

-/-

“Why are you still here?” Damian knew it sounded whiny even as he said it, he’d thought they’d left, that had been the plan - they all had lovers and futures to get back to. He had a situation to sort out in his head, and honestly it would be better without a meddling demon, hyperactive demi-god, and emotionally chaotic succubus around to attempt to help him. Hell, at this point he was more apt to call Rey and bemoan his fate. All his tossing and turning the previous night in his betraying bed (he’d swear it used to be heaven, not it was pure hell) had kept him up and his mind running in circles. He should have just given in to the scent, and followed it.

“I’m not going home.” Finn said with a shrug, “I’m going to help you find your smell good.” He sang, happily.

“We all are.” Dominik sounded from the kitchen. Rhea gave him a thumbs up from where she’d been digging in his fridge. “Because that’s what pack does.” It most certainly was not a pack obligation to help one idiot alpha find his soulmate but whatever, he supposed he should have seen this coming from a mile away. And yet they’d managed to surprise him and upstage his plans once again. His wolf had really picked chaos for him.

“I wasn’t going to look for them.” Damian grumbled as he moved around Finn and headed for the kitchen. He wasn’t surprised to find a mess, Dominik was still learning how to cook and Rhea was nothing if not enthusiastic when it came to mixing ingredients. The sheer amount of flour on his counter made his nose wrinkle, and his head swam with near-desperation to clean his den immediately.

“Oh, for the devil's sake!” Finn snapped, “It’ll be fun. We can drive to Jacksonville for a couple days. You can sniff them up in you're wolfy-“

Ruthless aggression, that’s why werewolves didn’t get greenlit to be Superstars often. The humans who designed WWE could say it had to do with pack obligations but that was bulkshit as Damian had demonstrated by yanking a millennial old demon off the kitchen chair he was sitting in by his throat and slammed him into the nearest wall, he forgot about the tail though. Finn’s long barbed tail coiled around Damian’s neck harshly cutting into his air supply. His lungs burned in protest.

“As I was saying.” Finn pried Damian’s hand from his throat, pinpricks of rich orange red blood bubbled to the surface where Damian’s claws had sunk in, “We are taking a field trip and you will use your nose to find them.”

Rhea and Dominik muscled Finn’s tail from around Damian’s neck treating the appendage more like a boa constrictor that might bite than a tail with a mind of its own. Free of the tail, Damian lunged forward again, this time caught by Dominik who used his near-god-level strength to toss him and Finn away from one another. Damian hit the far wall, denting it, while Finn slammed into the kitchen table breaking two chairs and the nicer plates he’d set out for breakfast. There was a reason Dominik and others like him (those with God blood in them) had to tone it down in the ring.

“BOYS!” Rhea snapped, “Kiss and make up before I burn these godforsaken pancakes!”

“I would like you to help me look, I guess.” Damian growled, before shaking his shoulders, he didn’t bother to strip out of his clothes, instead he shifted from human to large wolf and immediately headed out the back of the house - he was done with conversation and with those assholes for the foreseeable future. He opted to swim laps in the large pool he had, although with how dense his wolf form was it wasn’t always the easiest thing - admittedly it was the closest to drowning he was ever going to get.

-/-

Their return trip to Jacksonville is a bit awkward from the start. For one, Dominik demands he and Damian take the sports car, which means Rhea and Finn had to rent something of adequate ‘baller’ status according to Rhea - regardless they somehow make it to Jacksonville. Dominik gave him some sort of musical whiplash changing the song every thirty seconds in, Damian considered tossing the boy's phone out the window at high speeds. They started their search at the arena, which hadn’t been stripped of the scents - Damian picked it up pretty quickly, but the scent tapered off once they were outside. The group stretched out over the city, with Damian, sniffing as he went. The whole process was irritating, with Finn tossing little grumbles, “Aren’t you supposed to be better than a bloodhound? Honestly, werewolf and vampire and you can’t even sniff out a soulmate…” Dominik had snickered hard, but was elbowed hard by Rhea. All in all they spent Tuesday afternoon and all of Wednesday with Damian pretending to be a bloodhound (with Finn tossing dog jokes at him every chance he got), before they relented and let him go home.

-/-

Thursday morning they headed to the airport to fly out to the next Smackdown location. They loaded themselves into first class and no sooner did Damian sat down did the scent hit his nose, “Uh, excuse me?” The female human was attempting to take the window seat by him, he immediately stood and moved out of her way. She slid into her seat, and curled up under a blanket no sooner than she got buckled in and settled, Damian still hadn’t sat down, even though Finn had pushed on his thighs. The girl - woman - put earbuds in and turned her attention back to the window.

Damian settled back down, trying not to inhale too deeply, he turned to look at Finn, “She is the scent.”

Finn peaked around him to peer at the woman, “Hm, tasty.”

“Get fucked, you demented leprechaun.” Damian growled, before he twisted to see Rhea and Dom had already started watching a movie of some sort on Rhea’s laptop, Rey had pushed into the seat next to Finn, with both Liv and Raquel in the seats behind Damian. He peaked across at the woman again, catching her looking at her tablet, editing something in apparent silence. “Fuck.” He breathed, debating his choices, before he immediately turned to look at Finn and Rey, “One of you change seats with me!” He hissed, both of them pretended not to hear them (immortal assholes), he twisted to look at Rhea and Dominik, “Trade with-”

Rhea flashed her fangs, “No.”

“Uh, are you ok?” The scent - no, no, don’t remember her like that - the woman asked him. Damian risked looking at her fully - she had dark hair that had natural waves that tumbled over her shoulders with dirty blonde highlights naturally running through it. Her eyes were dark brown, but fetching with golden and orange flecks in them. Her nose was cute and upturned slightly, her lips were a soft pink, her skin was naturally tanned, she had what amounted to comfortable clothes on and was built slight, possibly athletic. “Are you ok?” She asked again, “I can move seats or-”

“No, nope, it’s fine.” He chanced a glance at the others, to see Finn and Rey both smirking. “Uh-”

“Creature, right?” She offered softly, her lips turning into a smile, “I apparently either have no scent or it’s not attractive.” She shrugged, “So I get it, my step-brother is a Djinn.” She said with a shrug, “So, I can move, I completely understanding…”

“You smell, uh, you smell nice.” Damian offered, awkwardly, “Er…” He exhaled, “I’m hybrid, werewolf and vampire.” She shot him a warm smile, one that was cute with dimples, and sharp canines that were misleading. “So, yeah.” He swallowed, breathing in, and regretting it instantly. “Right, Damian, I’m Damian Priest.” He offered and offered his hand to her.

“Oh, I’m London Beckett.” She slid her palm against his, and shook it. “If it’s ok with you, and my scent isn’t horrible, I’m gonna finish editing this shoot, and maybe nap?” She offered, “Also I think I saw you the other night.” She offered, “At Raw right?” He perked up, “You're one of the SuperStars?”

“I am.” He nodded his head, her scent made more sense if she worked for WWE. “What uh, what were you there for?”

“Oh, I’m writing a piece on Johnny and Candiace, as well as Seth and Becky, how they do parenthood on the road, it’s for the blog I work for.” Of fucking course she wasn’t there to notice him, in fact she was there to notice his literal enemy for life, Johnny Gargano. What even was his life? His free time was spent hanging out with assholes and uncontrollable twenty-years old, his work life was spent being beat up by a similar demographic, and now the one scent in the world he wanted to devour belonged to a woman who was apparently writing a story on two of his sort-of enemies.

“Uh, I’m free.” He realized how dumb it was as he said, “If you need to interview someone?”

“Do you have kids?” She asked, seriously.

Damian bit his bottom lip, “Not in the traditional sense, I am pretty sure I’m the legal and responsible guardian for a demon who is millennia old, a hybrid vampire succubus who needs more protein in her diet, and a demi-god who isn’t even adult by his standards.”

London burst out with laughter, “Fair enough, if I had time I would.” She shrugged, “But I have to finish this piece, and it’s sort of a blog that compares human nuclear families to creature nuclear families.” Now he had a new problem, he liked her laugh, and her scent spiked to something like warm spice. It made his pulse beat up a bit, and heat spread across his chest.

“Hm.” Damian offered, “Uh, if the window gets uncomfortable you can lean against me?” He offered, “I hear I’m pretty comfortable.” He winced internally, how fucking stupid could he sound.

She shot him a odd look, “I thought creatures didn’t like unwanted touch.”

“I offered.” He shrugged, unsure how to proceed.

She snickered, “Ok, then.” She returned to what she was doing, playing with her tablet.

Damian turned to look at Finn who mouthed at him, “If the window gets uncomfortable? WTF.” Damian shot him a rude look, how the hell was he supposed to talk to her.

Somehow fifteen minutes after takeoff he didn’t flinch when she stretched out, and leaned against his side, clearly testing out if she could rest on him without a volatile response from him. She didn’t smell scared, most humans who even got close to them at the arenas wreaked of fear and desperation - when they did photo ops the human scents made his nose itch violently. This girl didn’t smell at all like she was scared of him, she wiggled closer as the flight progressed. Almost an hour and a half in she pulled away, and he whined under his breath, she shot him an odd look, but packed away her work stuff, before moving closer, and waiting for him to nod his head, as soon as she curled into his side, he dropped his arm around her shoulders, and pulled her in close, she nuzzled more into his side.

“Oh, progress.” Finn offered.

“Not progress.” Damian countered, “She passed out, exhausted, she doesn’t realize…”

“Maybe talk to her?” Rey suggested as he looked around Finn’s side, unbothered.

Damian growled, again, London against his side twisted, so her face was pressed into his chest, instead of her back and shoulder. He dropped his arm around her middle, her scent danced up to his nose, and wrapped around him - it was like home, one hundred percent, like the warm ocean sides of his little villa back in Puerto Rico. The scent was too intoxicating, he dropped off to sleep with his other hand tangled in her long hair.

“Damo.” Finn shook his shoulder, hard.

Damian jerked awake, “Wha?”

“Your little pixie is gone.” Rey offered, as he shoved Damian’s carryon toward him.

“Shit.” Damian snapped, irritated. He looked at her empty seat, and found she’d left her scarf, he picked it up and pressed it against his nose. “Hm.” He exhaled, “Probably for the best.” With that he tucked the scarf into his carry on and headed off the plane. The others followed behind him, it wasn’t until they reached the rentals that anyone dared to talk.

“Uh, is there a reason you don’t wanna find her again?” Dominik asked.

Finn snickered, “He’s afraid of outliving his mate.”

Rhea pouted, hard, “But you could just change them, like you did for Finn.”

Dominik raised his eyebrow, “You're the one who changed Vero?”

“Yes, I bit his wife, so he wouldn’t have to outlive another spouse.” Damian grumbled.

Finn cleared his throat, “It’s very hard to keep finding the same soul over and over again.” He caught Damian’s arm, “Think about it, the human seemed to like you.” Damian rolled his eyes, he couldn’t focus on the woman.

-/-

“Hey, Priest, right?” He turned sharply to see London smiling up at him, “My editor approved your family idea.”

Oh boy, he had fucked up. “Uh?”

“Found-family.” She explained, “How creatures who don’t have traditional support meld together.” She added, “I figured you would be the best person to inter-”

“I can’t.” He snapped, “I can’t do this.” He shook his head, “I need…” He caught her upper arms aware his fangs had dropped and his claws had popped, he hauled her into the nearest small doorway and shoved them both in. Again she wasn’t scared of him, if anything she was steady and calmly breathing, looking up at him. “Look, I’m a creature, we talked about that.”

“You smell me, and like my scent.” She cocked her head to the side, “No one else has ever done that. I looked up why you let me lay next to you.” He gazed down at her, with a quirked eyebrow, “You either wanna eat me, Mr. Half-Vampire, or you wanna wife me up, Mr. Half-Werewolf.”

“VaelWolf.” He corrected sharply.

“VaelWolf.” She tried it out on her lips, before looking up at him, he shot her bled-red eyes, his fangs extended as he smiled down at her, his claws had fully extended, and he could feel the tips of his ears pointing. “So, that means what exactly Mr. VaelWolf? Gonna eat me, or did my scarf help your sniffer?”

He snarled, “Can’t it be both?” He cocked his head, waiting patiently for her to make a decision, she rolled her eyes and muttered what sounded a lot like helpless immortals before she turned her chin enough for him to see her delicate neck - she’d never been fed on before, he smiled darkly, his incisors cutting deep into his lips, before he moved forward, carefully, and sunk his fangs into her throat.

“I’m not really here for the interview.” She explained as he took a deep sip - her blood tasted like honey. “I just figured you wanted to see me again, and after I talked to your friend, Finn-” Damian growled, of course Finn meddled, “He helped me convince my editor to let me do the found family thing…”

“Can we stop talking about that useless demon.” Damian growled as he pulled back.

“That depends,” She said with a shrug, “How did the demon put it, oh yes, are you going to chase the scent, catch the scent, breed the scent, and maybe marry the scent?”

Damian really hated the bastard, but Finn apparently had a way with words, “Those could be arranged.”

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