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llolianarchives · 8 months

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The Prefect and The Draconia

A short overview of the Ramshackle prefect and their strange (but kind) horned fellow friend: as seen through the eyes of outsiders.

(A/N: #Malleyuu notes with an OC but feel free to project. We're all delulu here ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭ )

His Henchman is crazy.

Or at least, that's what Grim thinks when he's woken up at sunrise to Yue's bizarre ramblings. Something about the time being 1 AM, then fireflies at night, and a tall, horned figure – is what he takes from their babble amidst his own groans and pleas to return to sleep. He'd think them delirious from slumber, mumbling about another dream, if it weren't for the way Yue's eyes sparkled with genuine interest. Grim yields, in the end, for one of the many things he's learned about his reliable servant is that they can be awfully enthusiastic when it comes to this world's curiosities.

“He told me to call him whatever I want,” Yue continues, ruffling Grim's fur dry with a clean rag. Before he could insert magnificent ideas of his own, they beat him to it with a soft smile on their lips.

“I'm thinking of naming him Nyx: the personification of the night. What do you think?”

“What? Because he only shows up at night?” Like some wacky cryptid.

“Yup.”

He hears his henchman forgo the brush, letting it clatter loudly against the table.

“Hm... Nyx, huh...” Grim falls into thought, testing the name on his tongue like premium quality tuna. He doesn't even notice how Yue ties the striped ribbon around his neck. Triumphant, he turns to them with a grin.

“That's not half-bad, Henchman! It's cool and mysterious. Not as cool and mysterious as me, of course, but I'd say it's a close second!”

“Naturally. I wouldn't dare bestow a name mightier than the Great Grim's.”

Despite the stream of praise his henchman delivers (which he pleasantly basks in), Yue eventually derails, returning to speak of the horned man yet again. What Grim's superior brain gathers is this: One, this Nyx guy is super weird. Two, Yue's interest has been piqued like no other before.

He'll demand some omurice as payment for his counsel later on.

. . .

Malleus has made a friend.

The news was dropped onto Lilia's lap rather unceremoniously when one night, the Young Lord—having just returned from another evening excursion, went to sit with him in the Diasomnia lounge. This time, however, the quaintest of smiles adorned his face... It was an unusual sight but certainly not unwelcome. And much like any doting parent, his curiosity led him to ask.

Malleus had replied with a question of his own.

"Lilia, do you know of the Prefect that resides in Ramshackle Dorm?"

"Yue? Why yes, of course. I've spoken to them once or twice. They made quite a show during the Ceremony."

Yue— Lilia soon comes to learn— is completely unaware of Malleus's identity as a prince and a figure of authority, of power. As such, they bear no fear for him, even going so far as to bestow him a pet name, of all things.

(“Nyx? As in the night spirit? How fitting.")

Thus began the pattern of Lilia covering for Malleus's nighttime absence, not daring to ask nor scold when the prince would return in strange and stranger states.

When he would return to the dormitory partially caked with dirt and mud (a consequence of helping the prefect with their little garden of life.) Or when he would return with a box of homemade cake, a pretty stone from their walks, a drawing of him supposedly made by the prefect's beast, and with inquiries of the complexities of human nature.

Sometimes, Lilia can't help but feel a bit guilty, constantly boring witness to Silver and Sebek's searches into the night.

Yet that sliver of guilt fades, in the end, when Malleus smiles more often than before, when he approaches Lilia in the winter with the request of delivering a Holiday Card.

As he watches the magicless human rush into their abode, card in hand, ghosts and Grim awaiting their entrance...

he has never felt prouder and more grateful for fate.

. . .

From a distance, Vil watches.

He watches as the feared Briar Prince lets a small, feeble human talk his ear off, calm and unresisting, a hand on his chin as he ponders along Yue's barrage of words. He gives the prefect full reign of the conversation. He lets himself be taken away by their stories and details. He lets them speak, which they do.

Just after the horrors, highs, lows, and thrills of the VDC, the two chat as if nothing even happened. The onslaught of it all feels like a fever dream to Vil. First, the mental toll of overblotting, then their loss to RSA's nursery rhyme performance, and now the shocking reveal of Yue (innocent, bold, mundane little Yue) and Malleus Draconia's relationship.

He isn't even sure what to make of it. They're clearly friends, yet Vil can't bring himself to chalk it up to just that. His years and years of showbiz cinema has taught him the ins and outs of body language. He watches. He sees:

There's the smiles on both their faces; cheeks raised taut, dimples carved with genuine laughter. There's that glimmer in Yue's eyes and the odd tenderness of Malleus's own, both gazes locked onto one another with an undisturbed focus. There's the fact that Yue had given him an invitation to the VDC, or that Malleus had fixed the stage partially to show off to the magicless human, or that their hands are currently mere centimeters away from each other.

In the end, Vil averts his gaze, weariness crashing into him all at once and he feels a pair of hands grasp onto his shoulders, keeping him standing. Rook smiles, gentle, knowing, annoying. Vil resigns to his whims and lets his Huntsman guide him back to the Pomefiore Dorm, the chatter of Yue and Malleus and everyone else fading away.

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connorsbonez · 8 months

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Stalkers and Cryptids: Incorrect Quotes #2

Danny, Bernard, and Wes are sitting on a bench

Tim: Why do you guys look so sad?

Danny: Sit down with us so we can tell you.

*Tim sits down*

Bernard: The bench is freshly painted :)

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Dick comes to visit

Danny, setting down a card: Ace of spades

Bernard, pulling out an Uno card: +4

Wes, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you

Dick, trembling: What the fuck are we playing??

Tim, placing down a card: Go fish.

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Danny: *Screams*

Wes: *Screams louder to establish dominance*

Bernard: Should we do something?

Tim: No, I want to see who wins.

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The Monopoly Game

Danny: Tonight, one of you will betray us.

Bernard: Is it me, Danny?

Danny: No, it’s not you.

Wes: Is it me, Danny?

Danny: It’s not you either.

Tim: ...Is it me, Danny?

Danny:

Danny, mockingly: Is IT mE DaNnY?

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Wes: I think we're missing something.

Bernard: Teamwork?

Tim: Cohesion?

Danny: A general sense of what we’re doing?

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Bernard, tilting his head: Why are your tongues purple?

Wes: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Tim: I had a red one.

Bernard: oh

Bernard:

Bernard: OH

Danny:

Danny, the dense king: You drank each other's slushies??

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The Sleep Deprived Slumber Party

Bernard, laying flat on his back: Can I be frank with you guys?

Danny: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.

Tim: Can I still be Tim?

Wes, setting his hand over Tim's mouth: Shh, let Frank speak.

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Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Tim: Shit.

Danny: Wait, three?

Cop: ...Yeah?

Bernard: OH MY GOD WES FELL OFF!!!

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Wes: Dammit, Danny!

Danny: What?! It wasn’t me!

Wes: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Tim!

Tim: Not me either.

Wes: Oh...Then who set the house on fire?

Bernard: *whistles*

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Danny: ARE YOU-

Wes: Fucking.

Danny: KIDDING ME?! YOU-

Wes: Fucking.

Danny: IDIOT!

Bernard: …What was that?

Wes: Danny's mom's swearing senses have been going off, so I’m helping him out.

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Rom-Coms

Bernard, gesturing towards the love interests: They make a cute couple, huh?

Wes: They certainly are standing next to each other.

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Pre-OT4, Beginning Stages of the OT3

Danny: I'm so happy, I could kiss you!

Tim: Um...Neat.

*Later*

Tim, lying face down on his bed: I said "Neat," Wes. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid.

Wes, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Tim. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I told you I did when Danny confessed his love for me?

Tim, slowly lifting his head: ...Didn't you thank him?

Wes: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I fucking thanked him.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #danny phantom #danny fenton #wes weston #timothy drake #tim drake #bernard dowd #stalkers and cryptids

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zadralien · 3 months

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He wanted Dib to beg for his life.

Dib has become his life.

Ficlet under the cut.

“Fuck, Zim!” Dib reaches up to gingerly press his fingers to his nose and feels the thick blood pooling down past his mouth. “I swear to god, you fucking bug, if you’ve gone and broken my nose again I’ll-“

“-Shut up!” Zim shrieks, pak legs unfurling and clanking onto the concrete. He rises above Dib and encroaches slowly, legs clacking with each step. “You.. you worm! Do you have any idea what you could have done?”

“Dude, it was just some papers. I didn’t even read them for christ’s sake. They’re in Irken, you of all people should know I’m slow at translating that chicken scratch of yours.” Dib looks forlornly at the stack of crumpled papers a few feet away, scattered and likely marked with a spray of Dib’s blood. He turns back to look up at Zim when he snarls, reaching out a gloved claw to shove Dib back hard.

“They’re not for you, they’re Zim’s private papers!” Zim leans further over Dib, tongue curling and spitting flecks of saliva onto Dib’s face. Dib scrubs at his face, remembering how disrespectful spitting is considered in Irken culture. It burns a little.

“I don’t give a shit what they are. I didn’t even mean to touch them! I just wanted to put my crap down.” He meets Zim’s eyes. They’re a deep red and set in a foul expression. “I’m not interested in your secrets. You can keep those. It’s not like I don’t know everything anyway.”

Zim stiffens and Dib’s expression softens despite himself. He runs a tired hand through his hair and steels his gaze.

“You don’t really think I’m that big of an idiot, do you? You’ve just been quietly shoving your fat green head into my life over the last year and suddenly you save my life. I don’t know man, a guy spends his entire life trying to kill you and then just stops you from bleeding out some random Tuesday? That was weird.“ Dib shrugs, looking away briefly.

“That does not mean anything, Dib-worm. You were bleeding all over my base, it was disgusting. Zim had to stop it somehow.”

Dib shakes his head.

“It’s okay, Zim. I know we’re friends. I don’t know why, and I don’t care to know - but I know you’re lost and don’t know where to go. I know, and it’s okay. I’m lost too. We can be lost together. Your leaders, the Tallest -“.

“Don’t.” Zim grits out, quiet in a way Dib has never heard, didn’t know was possible. Physically, he begins trying to reach one hand out to soothe, to touch, to reassure. Mentally, he begs his sister to come collect his corpse once she realises what most likely happened to him. Damn it, he hopes she realises.

He isn’t that surprised when Zim lunges at him, but he wishes he’d had more time to brace before an Irken claw punches into his chest to grab at the material of his shirt. He wheezes a little.

“You do not know what you speak of, you pathetic slime! Do not mistake your loneliness for Zim’s. Zim doesn’t need you, Zim doesn’t need this dust bowl of a planet. One more fucking word and I’ll finish what that disgusting cryptid creature started last year.”

The human swear word sounds weird coming out of the alien’s mouth, but it’s not the first time. He’d only ever heard Zim swear once before - specifically when he got shredded by a cryptid in the woods and, in a blood-loss haze, made his way to Zim’s base to start bleeding out on his frenemies floor. He knows how hard it is to admit how miserable you are on the inside, especially to the people that matter most.

Well, he had made it this far.

“I know you Zim, and it’s okay.”

Zim’s quiet for a moment before he speaks, clenching his jaw.

“Beg.”

“What?”

“Zim told you, one more word. Now you beg for your pathetic life, you insolent worm.”

“I’m not going to - Zim, stop it. You know I’m right. I care about you too! It’s fine!”

Zim snarls, fist clenched, pak legs raising him to his full height. Dib’s heart drops when he sees one leg glint as it lifts itself behind Zim, preparing to strike.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He might actually die today. Shit.

“Beg!”

“No!”

“Beg!”

Shit. The leg is calibrating.

“I’m all you have! Kill me and you’ll have nothing. You know it too!”

Zim stops. The leg pauses. His eyes are wide, frightened, conflicted. He chokes out a pained sound, continuing to clench and unclench his fist. He yanks Dib closer by the shirt still tangled in his fist. Dib breathes heavily.

“Beg Zim not to kill you.” His voice is raw, tired. His eyes roam over Dib’s face, carefully categorising and assessing. The stilted pak leg drops back to the ground.

Dib’s whole body un-tenses despite the proximity. The alien’s face turns slowly into a somewhat unreadable resignation.

Dib swallows the lump.

“Please.” He whispers quietly. Swaying, pressing forward.

“You fool.”

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dr3amofagame · 6 months

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other funny phenomenon include c!dream being characterized later on as a silver-tongued snake who is very good at talking people into believing him while actually having malicious intentions--some people will even ascribe c!dream's position as a relatively respected leader early on in the SMP as having to do with his skill in manipulation to win himself a good reputation (and not to make any comments about projection here buuuuuuuuut...) and then when you actually watch a lot of the stuff from 2020 my guy is. he literally doesn't talk half the time. this is a significant phenomenon. like this was one of c!dream's Things. half the time the way he communicated was with his stupid definitely-not-penis gun or by just. randomly giving you gifts?? also, books and chat messages. and signs.

like it's not that c!dream was NEVER in vc but genuinely so much of his reputation at this point revolves around the guy being kinda weird kinda strange kinda a cryptid. portrayals later on oftentimes focus on his skill in speaking and meanwhile like one of the defining characteristics of c!dream earlier in the server is how he DIDNT SPEAK

#like. my god was he awkward #like significantly more awkward than cc!dream too this is a character choice

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moorishflower · 1 year

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Apropos of the Addams family post from a few weeks back: Hob meeting Gomez and them immediately vibing. Freak4freak friendship. Taking one look at the horrific sublime and wanting to kiss it with tongue

GOD yes like I have trouble imagining writing Hob meeting Gomez Addams actually because the IPs are so different but if he ever did it would be IMMEDIATE recognition. Same hat vibes. Have you beheld my big beautiful spouse? Behold them and despair (the despair is lovely this time of year)

Like can you imagine Hob attending ANY function in the Dreaming, either as the Dreamlord's husband or his consort? Normal McNormalman wandering around amongst gods and fey and nightmares and angels and being so painfully ordinary and HUMAN that he loops back around to being just. The cryptid in the room. Everyone whispering to each other, "Does anyone know that guy? Who is that? Did he sneak in?"

Hob just happily chatting away eating canapes and mingling and discussing footie with satyrs and shit, and finally some asshole god or demigod strolls on up to him and clears their throat, and demands to know "Who are you? Why are you here? You're just some human."

And Hob blinks his big beautiful brown cow eyes and he says "Oh! I'm here with my husband! Here he is now!" And just simp mode activates IMMEDIATELY. Dream standing there in full nightmare regalia glowering daggers at whoever has dared to impugn the honor of HIS husband, visibly bleeding shadows while the unfortunate guest contemplates how swiftly their mortality is about to be ripped from their still-conscious body, and Hob tucks his arm through Dream's, "How's your night been so far, baby? Good party, the brownies seemed very interested in the latest scores for Manchester, think they might be close to setting up a league of their own, dunno who they'd play against though. Christ, you look fantastic tonight. Doesn't he look fantastic? We should definitely dance later, imagine how you'd look on the floor with all these shadows around you. Phwoar. Are you thirsty, darling?"

"Wine will suffice."

"Sure, love, be right back. Nice talking with you, mate!" And off he trots to the refreshments table, and meanwhile Dream has expanded to roughly 1.5 times his normal height and living darkness wreathes him in an aura of cold sweat and midnight shivers, and he has to lean down almost at the waist to address whoever this unfortunate SOB is. Blinking slow and deliberate, like a lizard eyeing a mouse.

"You are lucky. My husband is in a charitable mood. If you ever speak ill of him again. It will not be his mercy you must seek."

And Hob comes back with two glasses of wine right as Dream is straightening up, and the unfortunate god or demigod looks like they're about to simultaneously weep and piss themselves, and he gives Dream his drink and then in a smooth and seamless motion gets his arm around Dream's waist and dips the 8ft tall nightmare man. Logically, and based on their respective heights, it should not be that easy, but Dream is visibly enjoying it.

"My sweet," Hob is murmuring into Dream's clavicle, "my darling, my Dream. Have I told you how beautiful you are tonight?"

"Yes. But tell me again."

And at this point Hob's would-be detractor takes the opportunity to flee, just as Hob is planting a line of smacking kisses up the Dreamlord's neck. "Beautiful," he's saying, "ravishing, stunning, awe-inspiring."

And after that there's a sort of flyer or pamphlet that gets circulated through a bunch of supernatural circles, with Hob Gadling's name and description and picture, THIS IS THE PRINCE-CONSORT OF THE NIGHTMARE KING, HE IS ALLOWED AND ENCOURAGED TO BE HERE.

#ask response #the sandman #dreamling

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sweatandwoe · 9 months

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I (and I'm sure a lot of us) would go feral if you wrote original monster content. I'm talking climbing the walls, screeching, hissing, bite bite biting feral. I wanna smooch the cryptids. The gonsts. The lil funky guys in the gloom under the moon. Please. One day. I loaf you sweaty for that thot alone

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why not, let's do a little test run

MDNI - Lich x GN!Reader. Reader getting overstimulated, Skull Fucking (not in it's original context), Necrophilia maybe? Idk he's a lich and consenting, Oral Reader receiving, Fingering Reader recieving, Boning (this is linked to the fingering). Dacryphilia mention at the end.

"You can do it, my dear. What's one more little death?"

One more might actually lead to your actual death. But your lover was always so very thorough in his work, and you were never one to complain about helping him research. Well, not usually.

But now there are tears in your eyes, and you're starting to ache. It was bordering on painful now. "I don't know if I can."

The man, if he could still be considered that, peers up at you. Eyes a cold flame, ice blue lights dancing in wide, black sockets. His head is solid bone, a skull staring up at you. Long fingers, notched and thin, pause inside of you.

"Oh?" The skull leans forward, jaw moving. The little muscle left along the bone helped to stretch it out and let a shadowy tendril slip out; the ghost of a tongue. It hovers there, curling and flicking like smoke though it was far weightier than that. You knew from experience, and you can hear a chuckle when your legs tremble. "Would you like to make good on that assessment?"

Fuck. The tendril moves up, flicking along your sex while his fingers continue moving, searching and pressing inside you. He's determined and you can only grasp one hand onto his shoulder, gripping his robe, while the other roams over chilled bone. His true name spills from your lips, forbidden and complex but your tears are starting to slide down, warm and fat along your cheeks.

He doesn't let up. The ghost of the tongue does not mean he can't speak, even if it's busy. The lich's eyes light up with each word and let each of the following sentences hang in the air before sinking into your skin. "Such a good assistant for me. Helping me explore all kinds of death. How many ways we can achieve this one, the little death before it breaks you?" There's a pause, before he crooks his fingers, pressing them against that one spot to make you keen out. He chuckles, warm and full of delight while his gaze rakes over your body. With a single movement, he's pressing forward his skull right against you, letting the cold bone hit your inner thighs. "I think after this one it will be five? Is that correct, dearest one?"

You're panting. Nails dig into bone while your teeth dig into your lower lip. "That's c-correct, Gar-"

"I think that will be enough for today then. Just one more, my dear." He doesn't wait. The tendril is no longer flicking against your sex, but rather engulfing it. Sucking and licking, it feels wet and warm, a wonderful contrast to the coldness of his natural form. His magic was always so warm.

Tears continue to leak, you're so tired, but you can give him one more. One more and you will be done. He will treat you so well if you give him one more. You force yourself to relax, to let his ministrations guide you through, but you're cumming with a sob and grind of your hips against his head.

He's nothing but praise, sliding his fingers out once your orgasm ends. "So wonderful to see. Such a good test subject." The tendrils from his mouth descend back in, but not before letting it roll over your thighs like a final caress or a soft kiss. He stays between your legs, gently rubbing over them with too-thin and rough fingers. Bones pet your flesh, and you don't mind it.

Finally, he lifts himself up, to stand and get you a glass of water that he had kept nearby. He dips the cup himself, and you know there is no option here but to drink. Heavy mouthfuls are quick to come as you realize your thirst. When he pulls away, turning to set it down, your fingers run along his robes. "Thank you."

The lich chuckles, thin arms wrapping around your body, until he can settle behind you. Having you lay over him, the robe helping to smooth out all the hard lines of his body. "I should be thanking you, my dear. I've learned so much." He shifts beneath you slightly. "Was it too much?"

You consider the fact that you just had the equivalent of a talking skeleton eat you out and finger you open until you wept. Surprisingly, no. "It wasn't that bad. Just got too..."

"Overstimulated?" You nod and he hums. "Perhaps next time, we can have some longer breaks in between. That may help with preventing some tears."

You gaze at him, meeting the blue flames of his eyes head-on. "But you like the tears."

His hand dips, feeling along your waist and then your stomach. He can't grin anymore, but you could sense it in the next few words. "Perhaps I should keep going then?" Boney fingers dip lower, following the line of your hip, hovering over your sex once again. "If you have no objections, of course, my dear."

You pause, thinking. "One minute break? And then you can get another one."

His teeth press on the crown of your head, the whisper of a kiss he couldn't give. "Of course, my dear."

You smile, pressing a kiss to the side of his jaw. "Thanks, Garbear."

Gary sighs, no air pressing through the slightly parted teeth. "You're going down to thirty seconds now, brat."

"You shouldn't have let a human pick your casual name."

"Twenty."

You had an odd feeling it would be a long, but enjoyable night.

Thank you to @golden-rats for the name of the Lich

#monster boyfriend #monster x reader #monster romance #I might make this a whole thing #I love Gary the Lich and his human partner #lich #monster lover #mdni

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thestarwarslesbian · 1 year

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Fan Fic recomendations!

Only One of these is mine and the rest belong to the wonderful people who deserve love for these amazing fanfictions!

Top Gun:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41356602/chapters/103704861 no one can find the rewind button - FabuMazX

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41326977/chapters/103624791 We can build a family that will always show you love - MarchForOurGays

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42070563/chapters/105626418 - Daddy Rooster Makes Life Interesting for Gorgeous Sub Hangman By Renai_chan (Link to her tumbler! Go check her out!)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43487037/chapters/109325985 - speak softly, love By The lovley renai-chan

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46015801/chapters/115831405 - lend me your hand and we’ll conquer them all By LetPeteBeMaverick

Star Wars - Prequals:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28338954/chapters/69431268 - alpha vs Alpha - Artemis_Neardos

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46834783/chapters/117970084 - Hide and Seek - Obligatory_Trope_Insert

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28863927/chapters/70805004 - a map towards honour - galateaGalvanized

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23375449/chapters/56009104 - How The Jedi Being Slightly More Chill Saved The Galaxy - rosemarysprigs8

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43904343/chapters/110389539 - tion'ad cuy' Ni meh ner mirshe cuyir nayc or'atu (who am I if my mind is no more)? - foreverchangingfandoms

Anything by the wonderful @yukipri!!

Their art is amazing and so is their fanfiction the Prime Override!!! I really recommend going to their blog and supporting them!! I must have read the Prime Override about 10 times since I found it. It's that good.

Star Wars Original:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44465236/chapters/111841804 - Star Wars: The Age of Rebellion - @buffshipper8490!!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44355001 - purple silks and warrior princesses by whenfireanddarknesscollide

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37906186 - Take You Like A Drug (I Taste You On My Tongue) by @bisexual-cryptid.

I will praise this Fic till the end of time.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46322359/chapters/116625832 - Bonds Beyond Enemy Lines - Secretly_a_Dinosaur

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30916499/chapters/76345193#workskin - Just Business, Nothing Personal - chamomiletea (airandangels) @chamomileteainabuttercup here on tumbler!

If I’m only on chapter 5 and I’m recommending it to you. Then it was truly be amazing!! It’s such a good read and a underrated ship.

Star Wars Sequel:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45161344/chapters/113608708#workskin - A Galaxy of Colour and Darkness - UFOxMulder! (My Fic!)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5698945/chapters/13128244 - The Fallacy of the False Choice - Davechicken + Shadow_Side

PLEASE GO AND GIVE THE LOVE TO THE CREATORS MENTIONED ON HERE!!! THEY ARE ALL TRULEY AMAZING STORY TELLERS AND HAVE COME UP WITH THESE AMAZING STORIES FOR PEOPLE TO ENJOY!!!!

#fic recommendation #codywan #icemav #hangster #darkpilot #thranto #bobacobb #dinboba #dinluke #skysolo #quinlan x fox

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leiascully · 2 months

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@nimlurks gave me the word "cattywampus".

"Where do you want to eat?" Scully asks.

"There's a diner cattywampus from our motel," Mulder says casually. "Or I think I saw an ambiguously Asian restaurant out closer to the highway."

"Cattywampus?"

"Meaning askew from or in disarray," Mulder says. "In this case, I hope it's the former. Otherwise cattycorner or kittycorner, among other synonyms, although those tend more to the diagonal."

"I understand the term," Scully tells him. "I question your use of it as a New Englander."

She's always envied this about him, the way he seamlessly slides between subcultures. When he wants to, of course. There are times the arch New Englander comes in handy. But she would sound ridiculous mouthing the word "cattywampus" - it sounds like some local cryptid. She's the one who moved more often as a child, and yet, by whatever twist of fate, she speaks overeducated middle-class Mid-Atlantic and no other dialect with any level of comfort.

He grins at her. "Cattywampus, Scully. Doesn't it roll off the tongue?"

"Not particularly." She tries not to soften in the face of his charms and fails.

"The diner has pie," he tempts.

"The cattywampus diner." She raises an eyebrow at him as he stops at a stop sign.

"That's the one." He's still grinning. The slanting sunlight brings out gold flecks in his bosky eyes. "I told you, it rolls off the tongue."

She rolls her eyes at him. "The pie better be good."

The pie is excellent.

#my fic sort of #thanks for the prompt!

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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Halloween request: A Yandere!Naga seeing and capturing S/O while walking through the forest one Halloween night

Oooo! Naga time ^^ Gender neutral naga for now. New OC just dropped, meet Nilwa. Feel free to tell me if Nilwa seems male or female. I wanted to do more for them but ran out of ideas. I might add on more at a later date.

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Yandere! Naga Short

(Halloween Event - Naga)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Drugging with venom, Manipulation, Obsession, Kidnapping, Licking, Forced relationship, Slight dehumanization

There's always been tales of creatures in the forest. Every town has their version of it. At this point it's become a folklore cliché.

Everyone has their own form of cryptid. For some it's bigfoot. For others maybe the chupacabra. Your town happened to have the tale of a naga.

Naga were half human and half snake. Supposedly around your town, these beasts existed. You treated such rumors with little caution. They were only rumors.

Folktales were like glorified horror stories. Just ghost stories meant to scare people into not going in the forest. You never were one to believe them.

It didn't help on Halloween night you only ever heard these stories. Like gossip, spooky tales were tossed around and spread. You wanted a break from it.

Ironically, tales about not going in the forest drove you into the forest.

You wanted a get away. A nice, calm, relaxing fall walk among the colorful leaves to ease the nerves. Honestly, it felt nice.

A long deserved rest from the rest of your town.

You were blissfully unaware of the brown scaled naga watching from the shadows. Crickets chirped as you crunched through leaves, sounds that hid the slithering naga's presence.

Gold eyes looked at you not as a tasty meal, but rather a treasure. Humans usually were scared of them. You, however, walked through this forest with a peaceful stride.

Did you hear the stories? Are you new? Or... did you just not believe that they existed?

This must be your lucky day...!

Or theirs... they didn't really care if you considered meeting a naga lucky or not.

Like an unaware rabbit, the naga sneaks up on you. By the time you turn around, their fangs are already through your neck. You can barely scream when the venom seeps through you.

"I can tell you didn't expect me here...."

Your body feels numb, causing you to stumble. A real naga... the stories were true. The snake notices you're about to fall and slithers behind you. You're caught against their chest, their long tail wrapping around the two of you.

"Humans never come here! You're as adorable as they say...!"

"Will you... eat me-?"

"Eat you...?"

They frown at your assumption.

"No! I don't want to eat a human who's the first I ever met! I like rabbits...."

They then smile, their fangs still stained in your blood faintly.

"I'm Nilwa! A naga, clearly! What's your name? The venom will only paralyze you for a little while, no worries!"

You see how eager they are. They don't seem dangerous. Not like you could fight anyways-

"(Y/N)..."

"Gah...! My cute human friend has such a cute name~!"

They coo, holding you closer like a teddy bear.

"I caught you myself... oh this is so exciting!"

They refuse to let you go as they hold you bridal style, slithering around with you.

"I heard if I catch a human, I get to keep them! I promise to take good care of you!"

You try to struggle, whimpering.

"No...!"

They pause, looking down at you.

"No? Aw... is my human scared?"

"I'm not yours!"

"Of course you are! I caught you! In the same way you catch a fish and keep it, I keep you!"

"I want to go home...."

"You'll have a home! With me!"

"No... MY home-"

They sigh, shaking their head and holding you closer.

"I refuse to give up a prize as special as you...."

Their tongue flicks across your face, nuzzling into your neck.

"You're warm... you're adorable... you're mine...."

The venom soon fully flows through you, leaving you unable to speak. Nilwa notices and grins, slithering deeper into the forest with you in their arms.

"Great! It's done! Come now, (Y/N)... I have a wonderful cave we can live in!"

They kiss your forehead as they make their journey. Perhaps they liked you like a pet? Maybe it was love at first sight.... They didn't care what it was, all they cared about, was keeping you.

"We'll be happy, I promise!"

You couldn't even cry.

#yandere oc #yandere naga #panther halloween event 2022

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sleepless-in-starbucks · 6 months

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ok y'all. the fnaf movie? was actually pretty fucking sick

#the cryptid speaks #the cryptid speaks in tongues #fnaf #fnaf movie #there be spoilers in these tags so reader beware #anyways. listen i was expecting it to be kinda bad ok. bad in a funny way bad in a way i still love but like. still bad #but it was Good. not high quality movie good but still Good #they didnt keep Only to the games/main lore but they didnt stray from it in any significantly upsetting ways (mostly....)#(i did not care for the vanessa twist) (the entire theater shouting WHAT with me also did not care for it)#which that's another thing this movie is a Must Watch in theaters if only for the group watch experience #it was so much fun going through the same reactions as everyone around me. and this is from someone who Hates lots of people all at once #but nothing will ever be as great as cheering and clapping with the whole theater as “i always come back” dropped #the entire ending scene with afton was sogoodsogood tbr #the surrounding him. the dragging him to a back room. the destruction. the SPRINGLOCKS #y'all'ld've seen me i was pumping my fist like it was a sports game or smth i was PSYCHED i was LIVING #so yeah. fnaf movie 10/10 cant wait for the next two i will be approaching them with jus as much enthusiasm #bonus points i got to talk to another purple guy cosplayer there it was great i had a social interaction

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running-with-kn1ves · 2 years

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Sacrifice Turned Mate

Female Lamia X GN! Reader

A/N: These next two months are going to be focused a lot on monsters/cryptids and some darker yandere ideas due to the wonderful holidays so prepare!

TW: Blood/gore(light), scratches, bruises, kidnapping, injected venom/poison, human sacrifice, snake lady, feelings of suffocation,

Synopsis: Sent as an offering to appease the lamia in the forest, you instead are turned into her unwilling mate. (Borderline smut)

"Look, my prey." She cooed in your ear.

You winced, opening one eye to see the image in front of you. The broken mirror showed your reflection and the lamia behind, a woman with no shame in watching herself poke fun at your expense.

"Delicious..." she mumbled against your shoulder. "I can't get enough of you."

Nyoka’s long, forked tongue came out to give a series of wet licks to your neck, each one slimier than the last. She sucked on the tender flesh of the nape of your neck, hands roaming around to grab what they could. The woman was no more handsier than usual.

"You like what I do to you, don't you.." she chuckled, continuing to defile you with noxious kisses. "Walking in here on your own free will, hardly even struggling..." Her hand moved up your loose, baggy clothes.

Your shirt --already partly transparent-- allowed small areas of skin to show in the mirror, which became even more noticeable once the snake woman lifted the fabric upward. She pressed you hard up against her, hands daring to bruise your flesh as she nipped at you. Her hips were flush with your own as she slowly tiptoed her fingers down your belly.

In the mirror, you could see your pathetic state. Dark circles had formed under your eyes and your legs were bruised with long purple marks, props to Nyoka. The lamia ritual of wrapping one's tail around their mate in a “loving” embrace was not designed with fragile human bodies in mind. The woman had tainted you with her appendage and bite marks, all to prove that you were nothing but hers. You loathed each mark; every time one would disappear, a new one would form out of Nyoka’s obsessive upkeep.

Her nimble fingers reached your crotch, palming it with a soft but firm hand. She felt the warmth from your heat, taking note of how your hips swayed against her hand.

"Already all hot and bothered, are we?"

You bit your tongue as she rubbed circles on your clothed groin, her tail pressing even further down onto your legs. She was wrapped around you intricately, her long and girthy tail spreading your legs apart. The tail’s scales shined a dark red, its warmth making you unconsciously lean into her touch. The den Nyoka had kept you held up in was unbearably cold, purposely done for she knew you wouldn’t be able to resist her warm touch; especially after an evening of sunbathing. The creature was willing to do whatever necessary to get you to come crawling.

The mirror you faced was cracked and falling apart, the golden lining around it showing rust and decay. Though you could still see your reflection perfectly, your weak hands barely fighting off the snake woman as she fondled you.

Her plush breasts pushed into your back as her hair tickled your shoulders.

"Gonna be good for me, right? We can't have any incidents like last time..." Her voice lowers as she speaks when you look away; grabbing the brunt of your ass she stares at you in the mirror. "You know it's no fun when you struggle. So be a good little mouse and do as you're told."

She laughs in your ear, her sharp teeth ghosting over your skin. Nyoka massaged the flesh of your bottom-- gripping palms full. Spreading your legs a bit more with her tail, she left your crotch visible in the mirror. Lifting up your shirt, your exposed stomach appeared like a delicious treat to her in the reflective glass. Licking her lips and pointing her nail, the lamia raked your tender flesh. Small beads of blood quickly filled the newfound gap, making your eyes go wide.

"No!" You cried out.

The searing pain occurred promptly as her hand pulled back. The venom in her nails had tainted your skin, blood turning a faint black as it oozed out of you. Sweat slicked your brow as you desperately tried to cover your stomach in pain. The woman caught your hands, pulling them back and up to leave you exposed. Your soft stomach was painted with the long gash slowly leaking a dark red. The skin was irritated and pulsing. You swallowed the pained cries bubbling in your throat, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes as you felt the sting of her hand press against your abdomen.

If you could just have the upper hand this once, you prayed! The pain fueled your anger.

You could see the cut in the mirror, maroon staining the snake woman's hand as she brought it up to her mouth, her tongue slithering out and feverishly sucking on the blood coating her fingers. Nyoka’s other hand gripped your chest, fingers grabbing the bare flesh as her nails flexed into your skin. Hearing your small hiccups of pain turn louder she massaged your chest, finger tips circling your nipple as she tried to soothe you.

"Now now," She hushed. With her hand back down to your abdomen, you worried she'd strike you again. "Don't cry too much my prey; you've endured worse haven't you?"

It was true; you had endured worse by her hand. You thought back to the hours she'd spent curling you up in her tail, covering you in bruises and bite marks to make sure no other lamia or creature in existence would dare to try and court you-- better yet even touch you. For hours you laid there, listening to her sweet hums and feeling the hot agony of small drops of venom entering your system. It was the woman’s way of both protecting you, and rendering you helpless.

You panicked at seeing her claws grow nearer to your stomach. Trying to pry yourself out of her tail, your bitten and broken nails scratched at her layers of scales. Nyoka grunted, trying to squeeze you harder. But you persisted, wailing and twisting to escape. After the hours upon hours you had spent with her, you’d think you knew better than to try and run away. But the adrenaline pumping in your veins along with the poison was clouding your better judgment.

The lamia resorted to what she knew best; a move that you knew she’d use eventually, but one you hoped you’d be able to overcome. Shoving her hand past your flailing arms she pressed her palm against the heat in between your legs. Your loose tunic had fallen and was scrunched in between as she pressed hard circles to your sensitive core. The gash on your stomach was tainting the off-white fabric, dark blood garishly shining through. Your offering clothes were ripped and sullied now that you had been staying with the lamia. Her den was warm and mostly clean, but your multiple escape attempts had left you a torn, dirty mess.

Nyoka felt you twitch against her, stubbornly trying to ignore the feeling of arousal that she was stirring. The lamia disliked having to resort to such shameless methods to get you to still, but she knew you'd be trained soon enough. With the amount of venom she implemented in your system over these past several weeks, you’d soon fall to her every touch.

You looked away shamefully from the mirror as your body reacted to her touch, groans of refusal were slowly turning to whines. You were holding out longer than either of you expected, but you could feel each nerve growing more and more sensitive. pleasure was building up as you struggled, her hand pushing deeper, harder.

Trying to bite her arm, you found your head seized by her other hand. She removed it from teasing your clothed nipple, grabbing your face from her arm.

"You're naughty," she strained to say, watching you bare your teeth at her. "You're lucky I don’t pull out those pretty teeth of yours as punishment, or rip out that disobedient tongue."

You pulled against the lamia as your hips bucked up into her hand. Snatching up your tunic she shoved her hand down into your crotch, fondling anything she could get her hands on.

“My little prey, you're causing more trouble than you’re worth. It truly sounds like you want to be punished…” You shook your head violently, trying to suppress the moan that desired to escape. You could tell the lamia was growing frustrated with your stubbornness. “Look at yourself, look at what you’ve become.”

She forced your smushed face to stare at yourself in the mirror, watching as she rubbed her hand in between your legs. You were spread for her, an image she would enjoy if it weren’t for your defiance. Your face was squished in between her fingers, thoughts fading in and out between enjoying the ecstasy and trying to pry yourself away from her.

Your body was several different levels of twisted as Nyoka wrapped herself around you, tightening her coil around you to keep you down. You watched as your hips came to meet her hand, only to try and move as far away as possible. Your body was conflicted.

Eyes turning a bloodshot red, face damp with tears and spit, you looked down and away from the mess you had become; but your shame wouldn’t stop you quite yet. You would have bitten her fingers, if it wasn’t for the wave of nausea that hit you.

“So troublesome...” Nyoka whispered, grinning at the newfound expression on your face. Her venomous work was beginning to take effect.

You pinched your lips shut, feeling as if you were about to vomit. The room looked like it was spinning, Nyoka’s tail feeling ten times tighter and her teasing hands far more noticeable.

“What…” You were going to yell, growl at her, but the only thing that could come out of your mouth was a slew of unconnected words. Your head pounded as you leaned back onto her shoulder for support, unable to hold your body up alone.

“There there… You know there are consequences for defying your mate.” She said softly. Nyoka’s fight against you also seemed to die down as her tail loosened, hand rubbing softer circles against your clothed sex. You could feel it far more easier than before, the pleasure and pain crowding your mind as you felt yourself grow hazy. Your breathing became irregular, sweat dripping from your chest as the venom entered your system. You had felt this sensation so many times before, and yet it never got easier.

You wondered if Nyoka only chose to poison you when you were defiant to make it easier, or if it just so happened to be a coincidence.

“Don’t feel good…I’m gonna, m’gonna…” You babbled, hiccupping as the pain from the gash on your stomach increased.

“I know my prey. But you know what happens to naughty mates who don’t listen.”

Nyoka licked the sweat from your neck, flicking her tongue over the bruise that was beginning to form. You let out a small noise, trying to turn away but failing. The poison had rendered your body heavy, invisible bricks holding down your weight as Nyoka ate up every bit.

Her scarlet tail had wrapped around you lovingly, spreading your thighs as she lifted your soiled tunic again. You didn’t fight this time, too overcome with nausea and disorientation to stop her.

“You’re so lucky I’m so good to you. Touching you even though you’ve been such a rebellious little mouse…” You watched as she dug under your undergarments to reach between your thighs, lust in her delighted eyes as she searched for your hardening nipples once more.

“No--!” You whined loudly, chest heaving as the sensation of her fondling overcoming you.

“Yes,” She whispered, giggling at how your eyebrows furrowed in frustration and hopelessness.

You wished at every moment with her that you hadn’t been the one to be sacrificed in your village, that the creatures known as Lamias were just a bedtime story your elders made up, that you were still at home in the warmth of your bed. You wished that even if you had to endure this fate, you could have at least gotten a creature who did what it was supposed to. You weren’t supposed to be a “mate,” you were supposed to be an unfortunate meal for an insatiable beast.

Well, to be fair, that's still exactly what you were.

You were only able to sit there, to watch as Nyoka planted love bites to your neck, relishing every time your hip flexed from her fingers. You were grateful that at least she was mindful of her claws, gently touching you to avoid drawing blood. But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t tease you, softly raking her nails against your flesh to make you shiver. Trying to toss and turn away didn’t seem to help, you found. It only caused her to want to toy with you more, make you surrender to her. Your struggle motivated her.

But she was ready to push you to your limits. Pinching your oh so sensitive chest, Nyoka’s pace sped up, biting your earlobe as she watched you twitch and squirm at the newfound pleasure. Sobs began to leave your chapped lips, mixed with angry sounds of bliss. You were upset, irate, and so very worked up. Nyoka laughed at your sweet, conflicted expression.

“Mine… my adorable little prey.”

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aftgficrec · 9 months

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Bonus: fics with background twinyards bonding for those who just want more

Here are some fics where the twins’ relationship is not the main focus, but it still stood out to us. This is a follow up to this ask. -A

if you're hungry for more twinyards, please enjoy:

‘Longing Distance', ‘If Only I Were Enough’ (complete),‘Unlucky Lies’ and ‘If You Knew What I Know’ here

‘Perennial’ and ‘If Neil, Then Fox’ here

‘To Love and Be Loved’, 'Trying My Best' and ‘Same old fresh air’ here

‘a heart that's full up like landfill’ (updated) here

‘if you really love nothing’, ‘over/under’ and ‘Bittersweet’ here

‘Travelers’ series here (updated)

‘it's always been you.’ here

‘Scribbles and Sticky Notes’ and ‘Inked Petals’ (completed) here

‘Flavors of Fall,’ ‘Where The Wild Things Are,’ ‘quicksand,’ ‘just a footnote,’ and ‘The Shore We'd Come To Find’ here

‘Paint me a picture of you’ and ‘I Never Said I Loved You’ here

‘The Suit Universe’ part 8 here

‘The Game is True Columbia’ and ‘In Reel and Rout’ here

‘You Know I Never Forgot’ here

‘Twilight and Daytime,’ ‘More Than Words,’ ‘the kevaaron high school au…,’ and ‘the second time around’ here

‘Maybe It Was The Zombies’ series here

‘In Your Hands (you hold my life and my heart)’ here (completed)

‘Picture Perfect’ and ‘The one with Kevaaron’ here

‘in a manner of speaking’ here

‘North Star’ and ‘I See The Way You Look At Him’ here

‘Married to the Game’ here

‘Cabin Fever’ here

‘Life's a Beach’ here

‘The Morning AUs...Chapter 13: A Flashflood of Colour’ here, 'Chapter 24: Bloom and Wither' here

‘the optimal condition (for birds to take flight)’ here

‘Such Stuff as Dreams are Made’ here

‘Shark Bait’ here

and more

‘climb a mountain (hold his hand)’ here

‘No straighter path than to struggle’ here

‘Ten Percent’ here

‘in over my head’ here

‘stifle my choice and the air in my lungs’ here

‘heaven and hell (were words to me)’ here

‘N for nebulous’ here (completed)

‘Tart’ and ‘00:00 (Zero o'Clock)’ here

‘Forever Isn't Long Enough’ and ‘When It All Feels So Big’ here

‘Cryptid Serial Killer Witch Man’ here

‘I wish I would've laid my hands on you’ here

‘Andrew and The Phantoms’ here

‘Something Domestic; Ember, Moon, Love’ series: ‘Ember’ here, ‘Moon’ here

‘Sunflower, Vol. 6’ here

‘Behind the Pod’ series ‘Chapter 8: Chicago’ here

‘on the tip of my tongue (say something)’ series here

‘We Grow Apart, Up, Together and Again’ here

‘Heaven Can't Help Me Now’ and ‘The Risk of Failure Tastes Bitter’ (both completed), ‘coming loose,’ ‘The Reason,’ and ‘5 months, 9 hours, 42 seconds’ here

‘His Crew’ and ‘A Dad By Any Other Name’ here

‘What We Deserve,’ ‘It's going tibia okay,’ and ‘What the fuck happened to you?’ here

‘names’ here

‘Promises’ here

‘Neil Josten’s Vendetta’ here

‘"The thing about being protective”’ and ‘... the Andrew Minyard Defense Squad’ here

‘Stay’ here

‘Make This Leap (Geronimo)’ here

‘I'll be a Brand New Day’ (hostile twinyards) here

Art

POV it's 2006 and this is what The Foxes would wear art by @rainbowd00dles

the monsters shopping cart race art by @rainynovaside

the monsters art by @crypticfayble

Neil's plan B if therapy didn't work art by @verdiris

foxes team pic art by @markassus on instagram

baby monsters… art by @02511213942

Aaron and Andreil art by @/lis__photoart on instagram

#fic #aaron minyard & andrew minyard #theme: twinyards bonding

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fairy-writes · 11 months

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Merfolk!Viktor x Reader 04

part one of merman!viktor HERE

part two of merman!viktor HERE

part three of merman!viktor HERE

all parts of this series are tagged under cryptid!viktor

cryptid!viktor also includes my pieces with vampire!viktor

POSTING THIS ON THE LAST DAY OF MERMAY LETS GOOO

“what is he doing here?!” you demand and hear a voice behind you.

“it’s here because you found it.” comes a smooth baritone, and you spin around to see silco leroy.

he’s dressed immaculately in a black three-piece suit with a red button-down and white tie. his shiny black dress shoes splashed through the water that was being flung up by viktor’s constant attempts to make it over the wall. which weren’t going well, mind you. his shoulders kept slamming against the concrete barriers, and his long nails scraped and clawed so much you were worried they’d snap.

what parts of the cage weren’t surrounded by concrete were surrounded by laminated glass meant for viewing the animal in the habitat. it looked thick, way too thick for anything to break through.

just how long had this enclosure been in progress? when was it built, and why didn’t you know about it?

“what do you mean he’s here because i found him?” you ask incredulously, and sevika steps out from behind silco when you start to get angry. she’s decked out in her full security guard garb with her pistol on her belt and her hand on her baton. she looks more like a police officer than a security guard.

but she gets the job done and absolutely terrifies you.

not as much as silco… but no one scares you as much as silco does.

“because you found this creature. do you have any idea how valuable it is?” he inquires, and you shrug,

“about as much as the next person, i suppose.” and get the immediate feeling that your answer was the incorrect one. he shakes his head, clicking his tongue disappointedly as he crosses his arms. he looks like a dissatisfied father scolding a child.

and you had the feeling you were the child in question.

“we both know that is a lie. you know exactly how valuable this thing is and the strides we could make in the scientific community with it.” you have the notion that he’s calling viktor an “it” just to irk you.

it’s working.

you cross your arms and lean on one foot, scuffing the other against the concrete. you flinch when water splashes against your back over the top of the angled glass where viktor is still trying to escape and duck your head as if something had been thrown at you when he starts screeching.

it’s a heart-wrenching sound that pulls at your soul. it simultaneously scares and hurts you.

it’s the sound of a man who is angry and lost. a man who longs to return to his home and is oh so scared of what is going to happen to him.

you only hope they don’t kill him.

“fine, yes, i know how valuable he is.” you say and stress the “he” in your sentence.

silco quirks an eyebrow, but you keep talking,

“and what do you want me to do with that information?” you finally ask, and he gestures to where viktor has finally stopped throwing himself from the water and is resting on the small sandy shore, shoulders heaving and head down as he tries to catch his breath.

so merfolk do breathe air.

how did they function underwater?

you could’ve sworn you saw gills on him yesterday.

do they have both lungs and gills?

you realize abruptly that silco is talking.

“—to study the creature. take samples. learn the behavior. possibly even teach it how to communicate. and no telling anyone. after all, you did sign the NDA, did you not?” he talks in that silky smooth and very unnerving voice of his. you involuntarily shudder, and he notices. his smile turns triumphant as you duck your head and mumble in agreement.

it seemed you had no choice.

but…

teach viktor how to communicate?

did he even have the physical capabilities to speak a human language? much less english? all you had heard from him yet was hisses and screeches. noises unable to be made by human vocal cords. they sounded more animalistic, almost whale-like. it was a noise made deep in his chest that resonated throughout the air.

it would have been beautiful if it weren’t such a heartbreaking sound.

it made you wonder just how human merfolk actually were.

you were snapped from your musings by silco leaving with sevika on his tail. he turned at the door and offered a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“you start immediately. marcus will explain the rest. best of luck.” he said and shut the door without another word.

marcus does not, in fact, explain anything. he just reiterates what silco said and leaves you and viktor alone.

speaking of viktor…

he’s gone.

he wasn’t on the beach.

where was he?

you ignore the flash of panic that goes through you and rushes to the glass that stands between you and the water. you search frantically through the clear blue water for any signs of the merman.

only to fall on your rear when he erupts from the water like a man possessed and slams into the laminated glass with an enraged screech, his talons scraping and leaving gouges in the transparent material before splashing back into the enclosure.

one thing is clear as you look into the water and see him circling the perimeter, his angry golden eyes watching you with clear scorning.

he blames you entirely.

#arcane viktor x reader #arcane viktor x you #arcane viktor x y/n #viktor arcane x reader #viktor arcane x you #viktor arcane x y/n #arcane viktor #viktor arcane #viktor x reader #viktor x you #viktor x y/n #arcane x reader #arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane: league of legends #arcane fanfic #cryptid!viktor #fairy writes

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nrdmssgs · 4 months

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💕do you do aus for zhar and nik? ever since i learned, what her callsign stands for, i want a supernatural au with them, please! they are cryptids and you cant tell me otherwise! 💕

Lovie, the short answer is: I have not a single idea, how to make a decent AU. I don't understand, how this whole thing works.

However, a few days ago my friends reminded me of this idea, I had a while ago. Consider this one time promotion, but I present you with a shifters!NikxZhar

Summary: they show each other their inhuman forms. This is somewhere between the first and second chapters of Matters, if you need a timeline, so Zhar already has her call sign, works in Chimera and has burn marks. TW: swearing

Masterlist

Shifting is a very intimate moment. It should be kept to the shifter themselves and maybe their closest family. This is the well respected principle among all the shifters, so even in the Task Force they just wrote, what their 'second faces' were on pieces of paper and left those pieces on the desk, so that each of them could read and remember in silence.

Though, of course, Soap couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"Wait, lammer-what? I need to google that thing."

Ghost hissed, gripping Johnny's collar and shaking him vigorously: it was considered inappropriate to comment on others 'second face' - something so personal.

Olga didn't pay any attention - she was happy as long as Nikolai wasn't around, when she had to confess, what exactly she shifts into. Back in that days she didn't trust him even her address. And she couldn't care less for what's his 'second face' was.

That's why now, many years after, she has to guess.

As they walk into the deep forest, both dressed too light for the current weather, as their blood starts running hot in anticipation, she takes a peek at him secretly.

What could this man be?

There are a few factors, that might help to guess shifters 'second face'. First of all - 'second face' would never be a form, originating too far from the place, where the shifter was born. So it is almost impossible to be born for example somewhere around Finland and be shifted into a kangaroo. The next important thing, is that what shifters call 'a second face' is in reality more a second nature - it will affect their preferences in work or their personal traits.

"Any ideas, darling? Wild guesses? If you guess right - I'm the first to show, remember?" Nikolais grin shines in the last rays of dusk and Zhar understands, that her guesses are most likely to be wrong. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so arrogant.

"I need three attempts."

"Take as many as you want, but I'm not that big of a riddle." He stops on the edge of the clearing in the woods and leans against a tall dark pine.

Olga looks around, assessing the place, and turns back to Nikolai. "Ok, my best shot is a magpie or a crow. Someone of the corvidae."

"Because I'm the best pilot, you've ever seen, sokrovishe*?"

"Because you're the smart sneaky scoundrel, willing to steal anything, that is not nailed to the floor... And maybe because of all the flying."

Nik chuckles and shakes his head. "I'm afraid, the sky is my dream in every my form, but never my element. So think bigger."

Zhar tilts her head to the side. "Bigger? A wolf maybe? Statistically speaking, there must be at least one wolf in Prices Task Force and we had none, while I was serving there..."

"O-o-o-oh-h-h-h-h, I adore wolf-shifters. Something in them just makes my heart melt, little lovely puppies... " Nikolai clicks his tongue and leans closer Olga, freezing right above her ear. "But you, little thing, got yourself somebody more... massive, I should say."

"Nik, for fucks sake, I beg you: not a bear," pleads Zhar.

Nikolai looks at her and starts unbuttoning his shirt. Olga opens her mouth, but says nothing and watches him. The moment, that should have become their true bonding, grows so terribly cheesy, that she regrets even agreeing to this all. Not only she has fallen for a Russian guy - she somehow found her self the Russian bear shifter, as if she was aiming for the most cliché man on Earth. Nik breaks the silence with a loud laughter.

"Well, of course, every shifter born in Russia, must be a bear! As if you yourself are the one as well." He tosses his shirt on the bag, they brought with them, cups Zhars face and peppers it with kisses, still laughing. She doesn't react, still looking at him in shock, and he add 'just fucking with you, Nebo, don't you worry'.

"So, I was wrong? Not a bear?"

"No." Nikolai grins and places another kiss, a much longer one on her lips. "Not a bear. But that means, somebody lost and will have to shift first."

His fingers trail down her neck and tug under her sweater. "This will have to go, I guess. Unless I found myself a little mouse-girl..."

Zhar catches his lips: hard to resist him, when her body is boiling with both sides of her nature. Their kiss is full of thirst for each other, hands clutching on clothes, caressing and claiming, their heartbeats grow faster and synchronize. It is much more than a make out session - they open each other up, sharing inhuman warmth, loosing breath in each other. Everything feels much brighter in their state, every touch wakes so much more sensations right now. It feels so good, that Nikolai groans irritated, when Olga break their kiss and whispers 'not here, Nik'.

"Nobody will see you, Nebo. Not a single soul, but me." He tries to bargain for more of her proximity, but Zhar shakes her head.

"You didnt get me. Not here. I need a cliff."

Nikolai freezes. A shadow of concern crosses his gaze. Not every shifter has an equally simple way to change their form. If your 'second face' is a mammal - consider yourself lucky, because you practically can decide, when you shift, because the difference between your two forms is not that big. But in other it takes a great deal of 'motivation' for the shift to happen.

Such shifters often use adrenalin injections to trigger the process, but there are other, more 'traditional' ways.

"You're getting a shot." Nikolai doesn't even ask her - he states a fact. His voice resembles a deep, guttural roar. "This is your first shifting after the injury, I am not letting you do anything careless."

"I've never done this with a shot. Not for a single time! And i'm not starting today." Olga takes off her sweater and unbuckles her belt. They fly to the ground behind Nik. Her usual insecurities and desire to hide her scars are instantly forgotten.

"You are going to get yourself killed!" Nik grabs her arm.

He realizes his mistake too late: shifters get incredibly strong and easily irritated before the change. Zhar yanks her arm out of his grip with such force that she risks dislocating her shoulder joint. He lets her go in fear and she finally turns back.

"You dare to question my 'face'?" Something changes in her voice: it grows raucous, high and strong.

Nikolai takes a step back.

They walk to the cliff in a dead silence. No one breaks it, even when Olga takes off her last bits of clothes.

They stop on a large empty plateau, hanging above the darkening void full of rocks and trees. Zhar stretches her arms and shoulders, when she feels Nikolais hot breath on her back.

"What?" She looks back and meets his gaze: not an angry or menacing, but instead full of care and tenderness.

He walks around her, touches her cheek and kisses her forehead.

"That's all I wanted to let you know, moye Nebo*. I will be right here. Waiting." Niks voice is muffled, if there was any rage in him - he dragged it deep enough to not be shown in any way.

She presses her whole body against his for a moment and sighs. Olga knows, how hard it is for him to let her do, what she is about to do. And yet he strangles his own doubts for her.

Nikolai takes a few steps back, watching her undoing her usual bun. Waves of trembling run down her body, but he knows, that it is not from cold. It is the anticipation.

Zhar closes her eyes, takes a deep breath in and pushes herself ahead from the edge. Her motions are so calm and casual that for a few seconds Nikolai believes that she did not do anything unusual, and throwing herself into a deadly void is not a big deal. And then the chilling realization of what is happening creeps into his soul. His heaven, his beloved girl just jumped off the cliff on his very eyes. He waits for what feels like an eternity, but not a single sound appears in the black seas of tree tops waving on the wind under him. His hands run cold, throat feels dry and soar, heart runs wild. Shifting never takes so much time. Nik stands on the very edge of the plateau and whispers 'come on, come back to me, love, I beg you'.

All of a sudden, a huge black shadow, flies up right before his face so swiftly, that he instinctively covers his face. A magnificent beast of a bird straightenes her wings and lays down on the invisible streams of wind just a few dozens meters above the ground, casting a formidable shadow upon Nik. Cloaked in a tapestry of dusk and dawn, its plumage boasts a palette woven from the shades of twilight - a fusion of russet and amber intermingling with the deep hues of earth and blood.

Nikolai pulls his arm to the side, and calls her to sit on it and give her wings some rest. But she shrieks at him, rising scarlet feathers on her head. Her voice isn't anywhere near soothing bird songs - it is a war cry, a command, that only a fool would dare to disobey. So Nik lowers his hand and nods meekly. In the first minutes after the change, a shifter usually doesn't recognize anyone around. Younger ones need up to a few hours to fully understand, who are they, and what is happening to them.

Nikolai doesn't pressure her into interaction - he just descends to the ground and sits there, letting her circle above him. When she finally lands near him - Nik finally get a chance to see every smallest detail.

It's her eyes, that hypnotize him. They glint like precious gemstones amid the wild expanse, hold a glimmer of some secret knowledge, a silent witness to the untamed symphony of life and death that echo high in the sky.

She leans to the ground, curls up in an unnatural for a bird pose, and Nikolai understands, that she is tired.

"Come here, I'll hold you, my treasure." The bird looks at him attentively for a few long moments and leans her head on his lap.

Shifting back is painful: shivers run through her entire body for a long time after she loses her heathers and bones grow back to a human form. Nik caresses her shoulders and slowly rocks her back and forth to sooth her senses.

When her skin stops running so hot, he wraps her in a blanket they took from home.

"I know, I know: a girl must shift into something sophisticated and pretty. Like a hawk, falcon, or a dove... Not in-"

"You are a work of art. I've never seen anything so majestic. And I've spent quite some time in the skies." Nikolai smiles, looking her in the eyes.

"More majestic than your hellicopter?"

"Just don't tell her." Nikolai winks. "So... a vulture? A magnificent creature. And a fearful one. Dread from the skies."

"Bearded vulture. We look more menacing, than we really are, so don't worry."

"Oh love, you could leave my 'second face' eyeless in a few seconds, if you wanted." At these words of Zhar raises a confused gaze upon him. She wouldn't risk flying low enough to let something 'more massive than a wolf' to catch her.

Nik helps her back into her clothes and carefully kisses her hands, taking in a brief moment of her absolute vulnerability. When she is ready, Nikolai helps her stand and leads her to the nearest tree to lean against.

"You sure, you want to see it today? I can wait as long as you want." He whispers lowly.

"Nikolai, please! I showed you everything, it is only fair-"

"Ok-ok," he chuckles. "Just promise me to be a brave little thing and don't run away. I will be at your feet in any of my forms."

Following him with her gaze, Zhar waits until he disappears far behind the trees and sinks to the ground: the shifting was really hard for her, but she tried to hide it from Nik. Her eyes slowly get used to the dark ambience of the forest, but she notices no movement.

It is only when a few little birds quickly flutter out of the bushes and rush away, Olga finally understands, she is not alone anymore.

The first thing she notices are two eyes, mirroring moonlight. And the height at which these eyes are moving does not bode well for her. He is enormous. His colossal frame emerges from the verdant shadows. A creature of regal splendor, its tawny coat adorned with striking stripes that echoed the forest's secrets.

"Bloody hell..." Her heart skips a beat, and fear courses through her veins. Instinctively, she springs to her feet, pressing her back against the reassuring solidity of the tree. Her pulse quickens, her hand darts to the place, where her holster usually is: a primal response to the raw power embodied in the approaching feline.

The tiger freezes, his giant paw is raised for the next silent step, but remains in the air. He sees, where her hand moved, he undesrtands, what is it, shes seeking. Olga desperately tries to remember, how long ago Nik went away to shift. "10 minutes top. But he's a bloody cat - they need more time to adapt, they are much more wild than us," screams a frightened voice in her head. Before her stands a beast, approximately two hundred kilos of muscles and hunger for blood, and Zhar has nothing to help her escape. She won't even be able to shift once again - she barely stands.

However, to her astonishment, the tiger doesn't bear his teeth or growl menacingly. Instead, he approaches her after the initial pause.

Drawing closer, the tiger halts just a breath away, his golden eyes fixated upon her. But rather than aggression, the tiger displays an unexpected gesture—a subtle tilt of its head, an invitation.

Trepidation mingle with curiosity, and against all instincts, Olga tentatively extends her hand toward the majestic beast, fingers trembling in uncertainty. With tender grace, the tiger nudges his head closer, inviting her touch.

As her fingers brush against the tiger's velvety fur, a thought, not her own, but rather a dictated or a transmitted one, appears somewhere deep in her mind.

"At your feet, love. In any form. Always."

She looks deep into the ferocious predator's eyes and sees the same warmth, she often finds in Nikolais eyes.

Zhar finally gives in to her weariness and sits down, the beast pulls his head closer to her face and sniffs her hair. As gentle as she can, Olga embraces his head and scratches behind his ears. With a rumbling purr akin to a distant thunderstorm, the tiger leans into her touch, seeking more of her attention. Just as Nikolai always does.

sokrovishe - a treasure

nebo - sky/heaven

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Soooo like headcanons on a scenario of where there's a teen fem who's at a local school party and slenderman is stalking the party from the woods, imagine there's like some terrible bullied picking on the teen and it gets super bad. Could you write how like the heartless version of slenderman is? Like where he doesn't care about his proxies, like how would he react to this? (I'm so sorry it's so long feel free to ignore)

tw: gorey eating, Slender is only sentient enough to control his proxies, cryptid vibes, death

Cruel!Slender

Slender, in this type of scenario, would not care if this little teen is being bullied or not.

He simply stalks from afar, only piecing together how he will take all of them out at once, or if he'll need his proxies to track down any stragglers.

He has not found a good meal such as this in weeks, and he can only imagine the squelch of muscle and fresh blood as he tears through their flesh with rows upon rows of teeth.

His jaw seemly moved without his knowledge, and his skin ripped painfully to expose the sharp machine of his sinful pleasure.

This teen, this creature with eyes that twinkled in the firelight. He watched them weep as they were kicked, spit on, and continued to watch as someone else dragged them around by their hair.

Meat is often better when tenderized, anyway.

Slender cannot speak, he lacked that ability, but instead, his proxies knew what to do from the echoing command in the back of their minds, directly from the almost sentient creature looming above them.

If they did not follow orders, they knew they would be his next meal. They have no choice. Kill or be killed.

Slender would attack in a spider-like rush, inducing a quick burst of Slender sickness in a radius over the campsite, his primal instinct taking over to ensure all of these pitiful humans are taken down at once.

But, of course, humans are stubborn creatures.

This teen, unknowingly immune, could only watch in horror as this huge, lanky creature walked over them with various sized branches sprouting from its back, spearing humans as it crossed the campsite.

The screams eventually died down into quiet sobs, and then silence. The proxies have chased the pitiful survivors down toward the outskirts, waiting for the signal to drag the bodies back.

The horrified teen didn't breathe, they kept their hand over their mouth, trying to block out the sounds of bones cracking and skulls popping with brain-meat spewing along the tents.

The six stilts pushed his long body upward, towering over the barren campsite for any remains. Blood, meat, splintered bone, and a lone eyeball clung to what looked to be a suit, but it was too hard to tell in the dark.

But what's this?

His head cocked, staring down at that poor victim from earlier.

They didn't have time to scream or move as it scampered toward them, lowering it's body to gather a closer look.

And for a moment, Slender seemed curious, how it was not cowering from the sickness.

And to the foolish human, the kind of being that always seeks hope in the darkest of situations, they thought he saved them.

But no, dear human, you were one of the final meals of the night.

So lovely and tender, Slender would be sure to pick out victims much more after this event. A forked tongue slithered from between his teeth, careful not to cut himself, and dipped behind their precious little eyeball, popping it out with a clean drag of the muscley appendage.

It’s tongue wrapped around the tendon, ignoring the non-coherent begs of the creature. The tendon fought against the tension, until it had no choice but to split apart, but the eye itself had exploded into a slop of goo, unable to handle the grasp of its tongue.

They screamed in such a horror, void of whatever hope was remained from false empathy.

#slender #slender x reader #also reminder that x reader never has to be romantic #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta blog #creepypasta x reader #tw death #tw body horror #gore

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