#Also there's a learning curve on those tentacles

[somegrumpynerd]

Some doodles from the freaky friday idea I had, as it turns out neither of them can do a convincing impression of the other

Also this

[dogtoling]

Biology of Inkfish - Language and Communication

[Some common visual expressions seen in inkfish. Color, pupil size, fin and tentacle placement are commonly used in visual communication.]

Cephalings have dozens of languages between populations, but some of the most spoken ones are octarian and inkling. Verbal speech consists of predetermined words, phrases and abstract concepts, just like human languages, but things like intonation and tone are sometimes indicated through body language. Cephalings also have forms of written language, much like humans and some other sapient species.

Because cephaling body language is so diverse and uses a lot of components unique to cephalopods - color change, tentacle movement and position, rapid pupil dilation and so on - it is often hard to understand by other species, and the lack of mutual body language makes figuring out the tone of conversation quite difficult. In today's cross-species societies, this is something that has been worked on internationally by establishing some inter-species common gestures that are universally understood, such as universal basic expressions, limb gestures and voice intonation*.

(*Unfortunately, even something like this isn't necessarily useful for species that lack some of these functions in their biology as a whole. For example, facial expressions are more or less completely out of the question for crustaceans.)

Even between the cephaling class and smaller classifications within it, communication can take wildly different forms. For example, the facial expression and color change-focused inkfish may struggle to understand the body language of the less expressive, fin and web-position centric cirrates, and even less so the nautili who lack both color change and fins to express with. Differences in visual language vary quite a lot even within different species of squid - from the bioluminescent flashes of Humboldt squid to the intricate, fine-tuned patterns of reef squid. In the modern day, however, a lot of this species-specific visual language has lost relevance and become obsolete in the face of broader, easy to understand commonspeak. The dramatic decrease in the usage and fluency of these languages has been generally considered a tragedy in culture loss.

Verbal

The verbal language of cephalings is thought to have evolved when they became more social animals that hunted and lived in schools. In a combat situation, being able to alert a friend by using voice is much more convenient than trying to transmit a message by changing color or waving. The vocal abilities of cephalings developed to the point that vocal communication became the primary way of communication, as color change became very limited. To a human, cephaling speech sounds garbled and odd due to different vocalization structures within the body.

Cephalings have numerous languages across different major territories across the globe, of which inkling is probably the most widespread. Many common phrases or shouts may overlap or sound similar across different languages, and the vocalizations don’t differ very much, so different languages are typically not a massive learning curve. In the Inkopolis area alone there are several scripts used interchangeably to convey the same languages in different alphabets - these alphabets may be specialized for use in specific context or by species with differing limb coordination and dexterity. 

Color Change

[The title above leads to a big post I did on this topic in the past)

Many cephalings, including all inkfish, are capable of changing their skin color at will. Although color change used to be the primary way of coleoid communication, inkfish display mostly solid colors that match those of their peers. Modern inkfish don’t typically have very refined pattern-detailing abilities when it comes to color change, since their tentacle color evolved to largely be an indication of their affiliation, and rather than camouflaging onto the ground, they began camouflaging into solid-colored ink. Thus, rather than intricate striping or patterning, some of the most complex patterns in modern inkfish tend to be reduced to spotting, wave-like patterns and banding.

When it comes to the color of a inkfish, they have two primary skin colors - the tentacle color, and their resting skin color*. Their resting skin color is present across most of the torso, where chromatophores are sparse, and is determined by genetics. Visual communication utilizes only the tentacle color, which is where they are able to manipulate their color very freely and quickly. While hue typically only marks an inkfish's place in society (their political- or local social association, rank, or other relevant status), the exact shade may change quickly, as the darkness is often used as tone- or mood indicators. Lighter tentacle colors imply more relaxed or submissive tones, while dark tentacle colors signal aggression*.

(*1 - The "human" skin color that cephalings have. This is likely area that doesn't need to be strictly covered by chromatophores, since it's hidden in swim form anyway (and chromatophores are actually quite demanding energy-wise). This is the skin's resting color which shows up when the cephaling's chromatophores are at rest; so if a cephaling's chromatophores were all disabled for some reason, their whole body would be this color.)

(*2 - This is based on real cephalopods, especially octopus, which signal aggression by turning dark.)

The tentacle colors come in two categories: long-term color and short-term color. Long term color is an inkling’s “default” color and is hand-picked by each person. This “resting color” is a major part of most inklings’ identities, signifying something about themselves or their place in the world. Most commonly, long-term color can be the color of one’s family, friend group or “shoal”, or a color otherwise meaningful to the wearer.

[An example of inkfish with different "short-term" colors, signaling different emotions or feelings. The specific colors correlating to different emotions have lots of variety between individuals.]

Short-term colors are used as context for social situations and as a type of visual expression. They are usually rapid and limited to the situation they are displayed in, much like facial expressions. People will typically flash a different color out of reflex when experiencing a strong emotion, fade their color to white to signify extreme distress or submission, or instead fade their color to a deep or black color to signal anger or aggressive intent. Out of all short-term colors, hue connections tend to change per person or at least per social circle, making them much less consistent, while the brightness of a tentacle color is understood across all inkfish.

Body Language

While verbal speech is the most prevalent type of communication supplemented by color change, visual communication and cues in the form of body language are ever present, although often not understood by non-cephalopods. Cephalings will often keep their fins raised up as a greeting, and in squid, the position of the fins and what it means can be very precise. Flapping of the fins and raising of one’s tentacles above the head, especially raising the hunting tentacles, is usually a sign of aggression. A submissive cephaling will instead point their fins down and try to appear smaller. 

Most species of cuttling and octoling have papillae present all over their skin. When a cuttling or octoling is trying to look bigger or more menacing, it will typically spike out its papillae, especially around the face area. Spiking out one’s papillae may appear akin to chills, but typically signals discomfort or being on edge. This can be tricky when some species have much more distinct papillae that may even be kept spiked out casually, while others have none at all.

Facial Expressions

[The title leads to a bigger post on this topic]

Facial expressions are present in all cephalings, although much less pronounced and specific than those of humans, for example. Different shaping of the pupils has different implications in terms of mood - a cephaling will almost always dilate their pupils when aggressive. Minor shifts in the eyebrows and different positions of the eyelids make cephaling eyes surprisingly expressive even aside from their pupils, as their eyes have evolved to have a clearly visible sclera similar to humans, which aids in sight tracking.

Cephalings also understand and use the basic concepts of a “smile” and a “frown”. Showing one’s beak is a friendly gesture when smiling, but in other situations, baring one’s beak at another is almost always a sign of aggression. Many of these facial expressions are shared by other species of the Mollusc Era as an act of inter-species visual communication consistency.

[steve-brules-rules]

I’ve been talking a lot already but I’m just in an HC mood as I sit here painting more pfps tonight hehe :-)

I want there to be a window of time during Lemuria where Dasein tags along with the wizard offworld. He’s just so curious about everything the spiral has to offer and he’s so excited because he’s finally locked in with this whole physical body thing for longer periods of time. Life is way more thrilling than being Nothing, and Dasein wants to experience it all.

So as they travel together, he spends a lot of time learning simple things like “it’s definitely time to stop and eat because my stomach has a weird pain and I can’t concentrate.” And “oh, when I have no energy and I start getting kind of dizzy and my eyelids are heavy, but there’s no stomach feeling, it’s time for this sleep thing again.”

And Dasein is so fascinated by sleep.

It’s not death. The wizard was quick to correct him about that. And it’s obviously not consciousness. It’s sort of like what he was before he extruded himself into reality, because when you’re asleep, you’re not experiencing the world around you. But you haven’t stopped being, either. You might dream, which is this weird thing the wizard talks about where you see things that aren’t actually there, and those things aren’t real, but they’re also shadows of reality. It’s all really confusing.

Sleeping is kind of scary to Dasein at first. He’s napped here and there when the opportunity came along, but he hasn’t experienced real sleep yet. The kind where you lie down with a comfortable blanket and don’t do anything for about eight hours, give or take. And Dasein’s not sure yet if he wants to try it. He has a ton of questions and not many answers. Will he lose his physical form and have to start all over again forcing himself into reality? Will he lose this particular body? What if he loses contact with the wizard? What if he comes back but even the wizard can’t see him? So he fights it as long as he can.

At some point while he’s trying to stay awake, he’s sitting stiffly on a couch in the wizard’s quarters in the arcanum, and he’s focusing on the black hole out there in space, his head swirling with enough thoughts and questions to distract himself from his exhaustion. The wizard is already tired from a full day of kicking koolakamba lemur ass, and they crumple onto the couch beside him to look out at space too.

There’s another conversation about stuff in life that confuses Dasein. Eventually, the wizard’s responses come slower and groggier until they stop alltogether after Dasein asks about the mechanics of blinking, and he gets concerned. He’d been so focused on staying awake and talking, that he hadn’t noticed until now how the wizard is slumped against him, snoring a little. From underneath The Old One’s tentacles, his mouth starts doing that weird thing again where it curves upward. He’s still not sure what to think of it, but the wizard does it all the time when they see their friends or eat their favorite food, so Dasein isn’t too worried about it.

He wonders if the wizard is doing that dreaming thing right now. He wonders what wizards even dream of. The wizard feels warm against his arm. Really warm. He wonders if everyone is like that, or if it’s another symptom of being a creature who’s practically ascended to divinity at this point. He listens alot to the wizard complain about all the little things other beings don’t experience, like their hair not cooperating after casting too many of those spells that soak everything in tidal seawater, or the voice of Grandmother Raven constantly coming to them when they were just a teenager (note to self: ask the wizard more about that whole “getting older” thing).

Dasein carefully frees his arm when it starts to tingle. The wizard is eased against his side now. It looks uncomfortable, but the wizard doesn’t seem to mind. They now have the same upward curve on their own mouth as they sigh into deeper sleep.

He’s in awe of the wizard. Not because they’ve defeated thousands of enemies, freed entire civilizations, redirected the course of history, or earned enough gold to have at least a dozen castles and some pets that are probably illegal to own. No, Dasein is in awe of the wizard for living. Against every odd in the spiral and beyond, the wizard is alive. Life is so confusing and dangerous and unpredictable, but the wizard persists. And now, because of them, so does he.

Slowly and shakily, Dasein raises the hand of his recently liberated arm and lets it rest on the wizard’s shoulder. For a second, it looks like the wizard might wake up. But they don’t. Their mastery of sleep must be unparalleled, Dasein thinks.

The Old One’s hat starts to slide off, and Dasein barely catches it before it has the chance to fall onto the wizard and disturb them. Apparently, his head is now dipping as he loses the fight against sleep. He can’t help letting his mouth curve up again as he thinks how silly it must look for two gods to be heaped on a couch like this. He’s still a bit afraid, but he takes one more look at the wizard and promises himself that he’ll trust them on this one. And with that thought, Dasein’s eyes slide closed, and he finally understands another piece of life.

[catsvrsdogscatswin]

Higurashi Month 2025, Day 12: Placid

Prompt archive: AO3

Rena hummed gently as she sat on the cool metallic bench, sketchpad on her knee and an array of colored pencils set beside her. Above and all around her –barely distorted by the thick plexiglass– swam a plethora of marine life.

She had initially visited the aquarium for a school project, but Rena had become enraptured by all the little fishies –and since she was getting better at her hobby of sketching, and she was used to waking up early in the mornings, well…

It was easy to nip in just as the aquarium opened for the day and spend a relaxing hour or two drawing. She usually had to leave before lunch, whether because of the increasingly busy crowds making the tunnel ring with noise, or because she had university classes later in the afternoon.

But she always made at least a little time for this.

Currently she was sitting in the Amazon section of the aquarium tunnel and busy with the arapaima –huge flattened fish nearly as large as she was. Their bodies weren't difficult to draw –the lack of dorsal fins made them very sleek– but the shading on their scales, particularly towards the back, was wonderfully intricate.

Arapaima were generally a sort of dull, unassuming brownish-grey, but as one got closer to the back, their platelike scales began to develop a reddish outline, deepening in width and intensity until it reached the very back of their flattened vertical tail. This gradient effect was marvelously pleasing; those scales looked like shimmering seams of coals, or a bed of embers. Rena could spend hours drawing it: she had spend hours drawing it.

And once she finished with these fiery superstars, there was the shark section of the tunnel –ah, the shark tunnel! The nurse sharks, bunting along the sandy bottom like oblong loaves of bread; the sand tigers, their snaggle-toothed mouths vacuously agape as they cruised lazily along and over the tunnel walls; the white-tips and black-tips, so elegantly and completely shark as their tails swayed, churning them with speed but no haste through the water.

Rena loved them.

It was even fun to walk through the tunnel just looking at the sides –at the very nooks and crannies where the round curve of the plexiglas met the concrete of the supporting wall. Sharks lost teeth like cat shed hair, and the divers who cleaned the tanks didn't always catch all of them. Sometimes, along with the flecks of pebbled sand, she was also lucky enough to find a lost and forgotten tooth perched atop the small ledge.

It was a guilty pleasure, how much time and focus she spent in that tunnel-tank, sketching out all these lazily-drifting predators and, less often, the schools of fish that spiraled around them. She'd asked about that –about why fish were kept in the same tank as fish-eating predators– and a staff member had explained that because sharks were predators, they were strongly disinclined to take risks: they wouldn't chance another meal if they were already well-fed, which the aquarium biologists naturally made sure of. Likewise, they couldn't exactly chew, and the fish species in the tank were carefully calculated to be too big to fit down the various sharks' gullets.

So they left the fish alone.

She'd plied many of the people working here with various questions, curious about how and why they did things as they did. The touch-tank full of anemones and herring –how could the fish survive, if anemones stung them?

It turned out that the anemones in the tank could only stun or kill fish smaller than her finger –although the fish in the tank avoided their touch anyway. She also learned that an anemone was a glorified tube, with a sucker-pad on the bottom and the fringe of tentacles on the top; and that they were animals, albeit exceedingly simple ones; and that since they absorbed food through the hole in the center of the top and expelled waste the same way, their mouth and their butt was essentially the same orifice.

Less disgustingly, she also learned that the reason the tentacles curled on their own to cling to passing fingers was because the movement signaled that a fish was passing by; that the sticky sensation was the anemone trying and failing to sting through the comparatively-bulletproof thicker human skin. She also learned, much-amused, that the anemones spent so long getting tricked by passing visitors that the aquarists who fed them simply poked the dead minnows into their mouths to give them an easier time of things.

Rena also discovered that the reason the sea turtles often jammed themselves into tight crevices was to give themself a secure place to nap –like a blanket, only more so. Actually, it was probably more like a seatbelt in the wild.

The ray pool was another favorite of hers –seeing the graceful triangular shapes gliding around and around like swirling flocks of birds was very relaxing; almost mesmerizing, in a way. Hours of sketching had taught her how to spot their barbs; it varied for each species, of course, but it was generally easy to spot if she kept her eye fixed on the base of that long whiplike tail and slowly moved along it.

The cownose rays were so sweet. It was something in the dark round eyes set against that pale skin, or the enthusiastic way they flapped against the glass panels when you stood near them, begging for treats of diced shrimp. Rena ached to touch them, but couldn't; not until the end, anyway, after she'd put her sketchpad away and could wash the colored pigments and oil from her skin –and, not incidentally, avoid touching her sketchpad with wet fingers.

That was another interesting fact –the rinsing stations beside the various touch pools lacked soap because their purpose was to wash away any soap, conditioner, perfume, sanitizer, or other hazardous chemical concoction from human skin. Those chemicals built up in the filters, otherwise, and caused damage to the fish.

Some of the rays looked damaged enough during mating season as it was. As with most creatures of the sea, they held on with their teeth while… ahem… you know… and as a result, the wings of the females could become ragged and bloody from persistent nipping. One or two rays also had the misfortune of possessing short stubs instead of the long, whiplike tails they were born with: at one point or another, they'd been bitten clean off.

Still, the rays never seemed to mind this at all, and continued around and around the tank in their constant swirling flights. Even the younger pups –who could become scratched and bruised like a prizefighter just from brushing up against underwater cameras or rocks– flapped along as happily as the rest.

Rena sighed happily, and continued drawing with a smile.

(AN: I used to work at the Minnesota SEA LIFE aquarium (nice place, I'd advise visiting if you're in the area), so that's where Rena pulls her knowledge from. Further aquarium-employee-experience freebies include: repeatedly explaining why keeping great white sharks in captivity is bonkers impossible because they're A) huge as hell and need an extravagant amount of space and B) regularly migrate across the ocean and thus need even more space on top of that, watching kids misidentify literally any warm or cold-colored fish as Nemo and Dory respectively, and constantly cleaning finger/handprints off the glass.

Also, aquarium critters are hella gay. Our two (male) nurse sharks were repeatedly seen displaying courting AND mating behavior, our (male) bamboo shark was trying to cozy up to our (male) epaulette shark, which is cross-species as well as fruity, and rather than, I don't know, chilling the fuck out, our rays instead went fully bisexual when we split the males and females into different tanks one time during mating season to avoid the bitey issue (because having animals with visibly bloody wounds/ragged wings is Not A Good Look, even if they're completely fine and used to it).)

[ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa]

[NSFW AU] Forest god Shuichi, bounty hunter Kokichi

Bunny: i didn't think Too deeply on it but basically. roaming bounty hunter kokichi + monster shuuichi kokichi gets in over his head :)c probably vine tentacles involved, because i like those [a little bit later] forest cryptid shuuichi…mmm good stuff the people who hired kokichi to kill him are maybe Not Great they kept fucking with his home it's not his fault he had to dissolve them like a pitcher plant can i add seed ovi

Me: Yes Do it

Bunny: they think kokichi's dead bc he doesn't come out of the woods SNDKHBJJFG

Me: He lives there now Becomes a planter, the way he's full of seedlings

Bunny: he does leave sometimes to take care of business but mostly. happy vine time his feet rarely touch the ground anymore. shuuichi spoils him

Me: Oh? Carries him around or keeps him in bed?

Bunny: i think mostly literally holds him up in his vines shuuichi is the forest, to some extent …does he have a bed, actually?? MAYBE THAT'S WHY KOKICHI HAS TO LEAVE SNDBJFJG u get kidnapped by a hot cryptid and he doesn't even have a house smh

Me: Mossy nest

Bunny: mossy nest could also work!!! comfy little cave

Hina: Is Shuichi a plant?

Bunny: shuuichi is a cryptid/monster that's like. the avatar of a forest? its spirit, but also its guardian

Hina: So do plants grow in him?

Me: I think in this case the seeds have to go Become airborne as seeds do Find some soil to settle into

Bunny: also, airborne??? what do you mean by that bc i can not be seeing the same image you are

Me: I don't have access to translator now but I mean like When the stuff from trees just fly off and people have allergies to that

Bunny: okay yeah i did understand we were having different ideas of the size of these seeds i'm pretty sure

Me: I assumed that they're tiny and in a huge quantity Seeds just suggest that idea

Bunny: they do!! however i usually go for Very Large bc it's fun to me

Me: Like. I thought of tiny orchidea seeds, bc orchideas are cursed with those so I was made to read about that once See, that was fitting in the mer au, but if Shuichi IS the forest then it makes sense he'd have A Lot

Bunny: ooohh that's true but how would that Feel

Me: Grainy cum Not dry tho Just textured Like chia seeds in a drink But more density [everyone disliked that, idk why]

Beez: in my head shuichi just looks like millennial tree

Me: In my he has like a gown with moss covered vines and flowers holding it together Flowers in his hair too, maybe elfish ears, probably lil antlers

Apollo: Okay but if Shuichi is the forest, does he have eyes everywhere? Like he sees everyone coming to destroy his home/him then sees a cute hunter and goes You. You're gonna be mine now.

Bunny: yes, yes he does :) kokichi never stood a chance :) i can't believe this was started over me liking swordkichi a little Too much [design from the official anthology]

Apollo: Imagine just walking into the forest to get rid of a creature but the whole ass FOREST decides you're its pet/partner or whatever now

Bunny: he was gonna melt him into bone soup but he sensed a pure heart and pretty face ok

Apollo: No need to live pay check to pay check when the forest is constantly fucking and breeding you

Dra: Damn does he do that [melt someone] to anyone else when Kokichi can see

Bunny: not when he can see he's very big, he can take care of forest-killers and his favorite pet simultaneously

Me: Feeding his favorite human handpicked berries and honey

Apollo: He's made him a little flower crown that won't die and is making sure he only eats the best things possible

Me: Tries to feed him bugs too, to get him some protein, never again, lesson learned

Apollo: LOOK HE'S USED TO KILLING HUMANS NOT TAKING CARE OF THEM. THERE'S BOUND TO BE A LEARNING CURVE

Bunny: kokichi is half-awake and being lazily fucked so he only realizes when he feels a leg wiggle against his lips IF ONLY THERE WAS BOOKS ON HUMAN CARE he's Struggling i jusg think. kokichi being suspended above the forest floor, strange smooth vines stuffed in every hole large enough, dizzily wondering what theyre pumping into him he's having a very blissed out time kokichi accidentally cuts his hand after gripping onto shuuichi's antlers and shuuichi is HORRIFIED he's pretty sure kokichi is Actually Dying

Apollo: He's never seen blood and Kokichi is currently too blissed out to notice that he's bleeding

Bunny: IN HIS EXPERIENCE HUMANS ARE FUCKEASY TO KILL OK HE JUST DROPS THE GROUND OUT FROM UNDER EM A LITTLE AND THEY EXPLODE he should probably have a much more intimate knowledge of death than this being a forest god but. it's funny

Apollo: Okay but Kokichi accidentally gags when his mouth is being fucked and Shuichi freaks out at that because does that mean he did something bad???? Kokichi seemed to like it though??? He's hopeless at caring for his little human but he's trying his best

Bunny: im imagining their first meeting,, maybe shuuichi's forest is extremely sheltered and humans have only recently started trying to "develop" it.. kokichi shrieking and swinging his sword around while vines hoist him higher and higher they start stripping him and he thinks he's about to die but they just end up poking around curiously wherever they can reach, trying to figure him out

Apollo: Shuichi that's not how you properly get a boyfriend smh

Bunny: he doesn;t know that!! he IS the forest there's nothing for him outside of it

Apollo: Shuichi appears but is absolutely zero help because he also starts poking Kokichi in curiosity

Bunny: he thinks shuuichi is there to help but no, he just wanted to feel kokichi's interesting textures more clearly the human makes cute noises when he pokes him there :D

Beez: would that mean cutting it down hurts him. .. . .

Bunny: yes sometimes death is a natural part of the forest lifecycle but you can't cut him all the way down and expect him to live

Beez: yeah i imagined if it happened naturally he would be fine but if there was smth interfering he would Feel it

Apollo: Kokichi tries to kick him and Shu just pouts because he doesn't know how to respond. He's just interested in this cutie

Bunny: kokichi tries to bite him and gets a vine stuffed in his mouth

Me: This is where verbal communication ought to step in

Bunny: when does verbal communication ever work when kokichi's involved /j

Apollo: This isn't how Kokichi wanted to be seen in front of a hot forest spirit damn it. He couldn't even flirt before getting naked /j

Kai: Human try developing Shuichi's forest and Kokichi is just "AW HELL NAH THAT GUY FUCKED ME TOO GOOD FOR YOU TO UP AND KILL HIM!"

Apollo: "We hired you to kill that guy!" "HE GAVE ME THE BEST FUCKING NIGHT OF MY LIFE! HOW AM I MEANT TO KILL HIM AFTER THAT????"

Bunny: maybe the fantasy seeds he has kokichi incubate are replacements for the killed trees OOO

Dra: I'm sorry but my mind just went to that fucking bird (there is a type of tree that doesn't grow unless the bird eats the seeds first)

Me: Yeah, the forest grown since Kokichi came around

Me: I was thinking something a lil more lovey dovey when you said he stayes in the forest

Bunny: it's lovey-dovey once they get past the Poking phase. shuuichi is very curious and has literally no idea what boundaries are maybe kokichi offers him a deal,,,like 'u can keep touching me wherever as long as you promise to stop eating people'. he does not have his sword and has literally no way to enforce this and is also currently wiggling toward shuuichi's hand but it's fine he's a very serious business man shuuichi is very diligent about aftercare even though he has no idea what that is and tries to feed him a bug he goes "well some of the animals like this" and pulls kokichi into his lap to start petting him humans need protein he's pretty sure he's doing his best

Apollo: Throws touch starved Kokichi into this /j

Bunny: funny you say that :)c the implications of kokichi being a wandering bounty hunter are that he has nowhere to go Home to, yeah? would also explain why he stays in the forest,,,

Apollo: Kokichi really went from being alone and living paycheck to paycheck to being taken care of by the forest itself

Kai: "I got no home but the willow maid fucked me good and hard so i think i like it here"

Bunny: kokichi is like 'stop it i'm not a pet >:(' and shuuichi is like b̶̀̌ȗ̶̏t̷̅̈ ̷̏̚ḯ̷̋ ̵͒̀c̵̃an ̵̓̏s̵͐͠m̷̃͑e̷̎͝l̸̂͗l̸̀ that ̚i̸͗t mak̷̃̎e̶s you ̷̅̚h̵͑̒ä̸͠p̵̎̂p̴̢̆y̵?

Kai: does Kokichi ever repay ;) him

Bunny: yes frequently

Kai: can a forest get off?

Bunny: nnnnot…really? at least in my interpretation he enjoys seeing kokichi happy maybe he finally decides to manifest himself some genitals to see what all this fuss is about NSDJBHSHDGJ

Kai: does he at least smooch Shuichi?

Bunny: YES shuuichi tells him that he is not a baby bird and does not need to be fed. then he tells him to do it again because it felt nice

Apollo: I'm crying because imagine if he made his dick real big because he's not sure what a good size is meant to be

Bunny: kokichi is munching grapes and watching him like no…a little bigger…little smaller…move that a little bit to the left…

Kai: peppers his face in kisses and Shuichi has no clue what he's doing but makes the correct assumption that it's a human sign of affection sorta like wolf licks and accepts it

Bunny: he does it back very clumsily it's too hard and knocks kokichi over (shuuichi vc) ẁ̷͑h̶̎͑a̵͂́ṫ̸͘ ̷̟̈i̶͌͆s̷̉ th̆e̷̽̕ ̵̑̾p̵͑̏o̶͒̕ǐ̷͠nt of t̶͋̚h̸is? ̛i̴̛ have ̓̔ă̵͝l̴̈́̿ṙ̵̐e̸̚̚ạ̸̈dy reprodụ̸͛c̶̛̃ȅ̶̈́d̸̆̕ ̸͐throug̃͠h̸̖̏ ̴you,̿ i do n̸͝͝ò̶̓t̵̂̽ ̴̒́n̴͛̈́e̵͌͊e̴d mammalī̴͘a̴͂̀n̷̾̈́ ̶̔͘feature̷͘͠ṡ̷̆-̴͑

Apollo: Okay but how long would it take for Kokichi to be able to understand him or can he understand him off the bat?

Bunny: he can understand him, he just rarely speaks and his voice is unnerving and layered like all the trees are speaking at once :D and the trees are DOWN TO FUCK- im gonna say there's no elk in his forest. just so kokichi doesn't have to hear his partner make the elk honk

Kai: he's better at birdcalls anyways why can i see him taking Kokichi's clothes off when they meet cause he doesn't understand clothes and thinks the human just got caught in something weird what buisness does a forest spirit have wearing clothes anyways

Apollo: Kokichi trying to explain that he sorta needs clothes and Shuichi does that little head tilt that dogs do because he just doesn't understand

Bunny: i think part of the reason he keeps kokichi is because of how INTERESTING he is. he's making offended noises about shuuichi taking him out of his strange false-skin one second and the next he smells like pleasure because shuuichi touched his chest NOT THE HEAD TILT…. with those antlers bro'd probably knock something over

Apollo: Shu can use magic right? Can he make it that Kokichi is no longer human (at least fully) cause humans don't last forever you know?

Kai: connect him to the forest become one with the moss

Bunny: yes, but it takes kokichi several decades to realize time is Weird okay. he was too busy getting fucked all the time to realize he wasn't aging- he could've ASKED about the mysterious green goo shuuichi was pumping into him it's his own fault really now there's TWO scary forest spirits, good job morons

Kai: what made Kokichi finally realize?

Bunny: would be funny if some humans came through and he realized his clothes were WILDLY out of fashion now bc remember this all started from an outfit

Bunny: hey do you think shuuichi has to be taught what holes are okay like does he go ok mouth makes him happy. ass makes him happy. time to try the urethra- IT WAS AN APPROPRIATELY-SIZED VINE HE DOESN'T KNOW WHY KOKICHI IS SCREAMING!!!!!!

Beez: are u saying he tried to stick it in his ears or smth a NOOOOOO

Bunny: he tries this too but kokichi thinks he's being silly and laughs it off mistake

Kai: god help him

Bunny: god just tried to stick a vine in his dick

Kai: Shuichi finds out it doesn't feel good going in the dick, but the dick going into something sure does

Apollo: Does Shuichi switch between parts or does he just have both at the same time?

Bunny: shuuichi is smooth like a barbie doll

Kai: both is more badass he either has both or none, there is no inbetween

Bunny: he grows whatever kokichi is interested in that day, if they're having face-to-face sex actually both might add to the 'divine' feeling like. he Is life to some extent.. maybe shuuichi eventually lets some people move in,,, just be respectful to the earth and leave offerings of human food with neat textures on the shrine and you'll be alright he's grown strangely fond of humans lately! imagine that

Apollo: Everyone remembers the stories of the forest killing people but nope. Forest dude is calm as long as you're respectful and leave little snacks

Bunny: just…don't seek an audience with him. he'll probably grant you whatever you ask, but is it really worth him having a squirming man in his lap the whole time…?? shuuichi doesn't see the problem

Apollo: Does Kokichi still look 100% human or does he have more fae like features now? (I dunno how to explain it lmao)

Bunny: i think he slowly gains them over the years never as much as shuuichi. but enough to be a little unnerving,, he wanders the villages vaguely unnerving everyone around

Apollo: He would though. He just walks away and everyone rushes into their houses because that's the forest's like boyfriend? Husband? Queen? Theyr'e not sure but they know not to mess with him

Bunny: he brings back lost children

Apollo: He has enough common sense to put on at least a skirt when he leaves the house only Shu gets to see him 100% naked

Bunny: he's wearing the same fucking clothes from several hundred years ago they don't age either, don't question it

Apollo: That would sorta suit the forest spirit vibe though

Bunny: it really does! he's killing it by shoving the offerings into his mouth like a goblin though

Kai: dude dressed in ancient samuri clothes who's rumored to be the spouce of the foreset spirit walks into town-

Apollo: He brings his sword around as well despite not needing it. It's badass okay? It's just annoying trying to return these lost kids to their parents while they're trying to mess with the sword He's sorta missed human food okay

Bunny: they ask him to teach them

Beez: what if he gets a new sword that sorta wraps around his wrist n whenever he wants to bring it out it uncurls

Apollo: He saves the kid of like a rich family and finds a shiny new magic sword among the offerings He sends a bird with a thank you note to their house and the village realizes that they don't just have to offer food. Kokichi also likes shiny stuff People start to think Kokichi is like a crow so whenever he comes to the village, he's wearing new shiny stuff they left for him

Bunny: that cave is about to get So Crowded that's why he walks so weird…he's got bird feets….. definitely……..

Apollo: Kokichi plays along with it and Shu says fuck it and like magics some wings for him because he finds it cute that everyone is calling him a crow

Bunny: (chanting) wing sex, wing sex, wing sex-

[faberown]

"COME ON, DAD! DON'T YOU WANT TO GIVE ME A HUG?"

"Cain finally came out into the open, out of the black cloud, and Adam could see him. Any sign of his human appearance had completely vanished, leaving only a sort of hideous caricature in its place. He was thin, to a decidedly excessive degree, probably due to the years spent wandering the Earth; his arms and legs were extraordinarily long, and the same could be said of his fingers, which moved as if they were spider legs; from the base of his back there was a long tail ending in a hook, while from his quadriceps emerged six black tentacles that seemed to be made of pure dark matter; slightly to the side of these tentacles there were two deformed wings, similar to those of a bat, but pierced in several places, and that seemed almost burnt. He was wearing some sort of haggard outfit that looked halfway between that of a hunter and that of a farmer. But the most monstrous thing was the face: the skin completely black as coal, almost devoid of any facial features, with fist-sized eyes that glowed with a bloodthirsty yellowish light, and a mouth bristling with teeth as sharp as those of a shark also yellowish; his hair had disappeared and on the contrary an imposing platform of horns curved backwards ending in golden tips encircled his head like a blasphemous crown. In the center of his forehead there was still the mark that he himself had etched on his skin, which now seemed to have become an integral part of it and was surrounded by green and unquenchable flames"

Extract from:

This is a fanart of the way I imagined Cain in my story "If Hell is forever than Heaven must be a lie", which I invite you all to go and read. If you're wondering why he looks so much like Adam, well, that means you haven't read my story yet, so... go to do it. All you need to know is that Adam was highly inspired by Cain to build his character as a general of the angelic army. And I've already given enough spoilers, so go and read if you want to learn more.

[petrapalerno]

LOTKM Chapter One: A Higher Power, Or Whatever

🐚LENA

If I had to choose someplace to die, this would be it.

Maybe I wouldn’t have chosen the journey it took to get here—I’d happily skip the alien abduction and trafficking bit. The rest, all things considered, drifting into a brightly colored unknown ocean is pretty damn peaceful.

I learned long ago that worrying about things out of my control was useless. I could rage, scream, and slam my fist into my plastic security bubble, but it won’t make a difference.

I am going to die, and I’m going to wonder at the beauty of this place before I go. I doubt another human has seen these bright-colored creatures swimming by. They’re fish-like but more torpedo-shaped. A set of googly eyes dangle from long stalks below their bodies. Their scales glint in the sunlight as the schools float around me, almost reminding me of camera flashes back on Earth.

I take a deep breath and try to enjoy their unearthly elegance, leaning my back against the gently curving wall of my security pod.

This plastic bubble I’ve danced in for the past year has become familiar. I know every scratch and ding. Despite how much you claw at its wall, I know it can’t open from the inside.

Whatever space-age plastic the Deenz aliens use is robust. I don’t know how much of the growing pressure it can handle as we descend further into the depths of this seemingly bottomless ocean.

The sunlight from the surface is ever waning, and the waters around me get darker and murkier the further I fall.

Another breath fills my chest as I try to quell the anxiety creeping in from the peripherals of my psyche.

The school of creatures follows me like companions ushering me to the afterlife.

I put a hand against the plastic enclosure to thank them for not leaving me alone. I’ve always loved the ocean. Many of my tattoos are of underwater scenes: the coral reef on my calf, the stingray guarding my bicep, and my favorite tattoo—Aphrodite reclined on the half shell on my shoulder.

My soul has always been called to the water, so I guess this demise is fitting.

Thanks, to the universe or whatever higher power controls this kind of thing, I find myself thinking.

As I try to project my gratitude to these little aquatic creatures and some higher power, I catch a flash of yellow from the corner of my eye.

It moves too fast for me to get a good look at it. Spinning around in my bubble, I search for whatever it was.

As the school of alien fish shift suddenly to the left, I see him.

A muscular canary yellow alien, his head full of pulsating tentacles, gapes at me. The tentacles shift as if moved by the underwater currents. They splay around his head like a lion’s mane. His strong arms and legs pump as he descends with my bubble.

I say “he” because his cock is something you really can’t miss. It isn’t hard, but still floats proudly on display. His dick’s impressive length is nestled in tentacles similar to the ones that surround his head but they’re much shorter. Almost like if you traded out pubes for a sea anemone. I guess that makes sense since his head “hair” is also comprised of tentacles.

I wonder what that would feel like? I think, before quickly scrubbing the thought from my mind.

I’m more than likely going to die, and I don’t want my last thoughts to be about alien dick.

I break my gaze from his crotch, not wanting to be a complete and total pervert. His smooth yellow skin is covered in a pattern of squiggly teal rings. He’s got the physique of an Olympic swimmer, with a broad set of shoulders tapering into powerful legs.

His eyes are blue and bore into me as if questioning my very existence.

“Hi.” I huff, taken back by this strange alien adonis that’s found me.

When I speak, he springs out two of his head tentacles that appear longer than the rest to grip the outside of my bubble. My descent stops so rapidly that I drop to my knees like a stone.

Tentacle Man pulls me closer to him. The strength in those two thick appendages sends a strange thrill through me.

He puts his face up against the plastic and appraises me with his full lips agape.

“What are you?” He cocks his head, his deep voice muffled through the water.

“I’m Lena. I’m human,” I whisper, shocked he can speak.

He screws up his mouth and furrows his brows, “I don’t understand you,” he says, tapping a spot in front of his ear. “I don’t have a translator chip, and I don’t think you speak Andjin. There’s no tech allowed during the great proving—we are only as the Greath Mother created us.”

What in the flying fuck is the great proving?

But even in my confusion, I realize he stopped my bubble from dropping further into the ocean…does this mean I won’t die?

“Are you going to help me?” I say slowly as if that might help him understand me.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know your language. I don’t even know what species you are…but it seems like you’re in danger.” His face softens, and he places his slightly webbed fingers against the plastic.

“Can you understand me? If you can, nod,” He tells me softly.

I nod, and he smiles.

“Well, at least one of us can get our point across….” He trails off as if catching sight of my body for the first time.

I’m wearing the thin, near-pornographic costume that all the trafficked human women wear. Its light blue stretchy material is strapped tightly across my neck, belly button, and nipples. All connected to a vertical strap covering my crotch.

“I like your skin’s patterns,” he says, letting his eyes drag down my body. “But I think there’s something wrong with your camouflage, as beautiful as they might be.”

“Those are tattoos. I don’t have camouflage,” I say practically to myself, knowing he doesn’t understand me.

“Do you need help?” He questions me, his eyes full of sincerity.

I nod aggressively.

I don’t have to die today.

Do I trust the bizarrely handsome alien man in front of me? I’m not sure. He seems kind, but my trust disappeared not long after I was abducted. I don’t know if it’ll ever come back.

I’m not sure how long I’ve been dancing at this point, maybe months? Everything tends to blur together. The Deenz, the hive-minded purple alien fucks who captured me from Earth, give us all kinds of shots.

Downers to sleep, then uppers and aphrodisiacs to “work.”  It doesn’t make it easy to keep track of time, and sometimes it’s better to forget any of the memories you make.

“I’ll try my best to help you…” He pauses, “My name is Kitaico. What’s yours?” He asks, pointing to me.

“Leeenuh,” I tell him slowly.

“Leeenuh,” he repeats. He smiles at me, a grin full of sharp teeth slightly more tapered than mine. I scramble backward, taken off guard by his predatory mouth.

I start to second guess myself–that maybe this wasn’t the best idea, but I’m out of options and apparently willing to gamble on a total stranger for help.

A shadow floats below my bubble as we try to figure each other out. I crane my neck down to see what it is, wondering if they’ll be more beings like Kitaico.

It’s not. An immense creature, about the size of a blue whale, approaches us. But there’s nothing gentle looking about the giant rising quickly in the distance.

While its head is whale shaped, that’s where the similarities end.

The creature’s sides pulse with bioluminescence as it cuts quickly through the water. Its tail is some nightmarish combo of a stingray and a scorpion. A barb at its end flashes with blue light. As it spots us, it lets out a terrifying roar and opens its mouth, filled with jagged rows of fangs.

I gasp, turning back to Kitaico; his skin has changed to the deep blues of the waters surrounding him.  He sets his jaw and turns away from me, and for a moment, I fear he will leave me to be devoured by the creature.

As he swims, I realize his two longest head tentacles are still wrapped around my bubble, and he’s dragging me towards the surface.

His powerful legs kick wildly as we climb. I can tell he’s struggling to keep up his pace. Looking down, I see the monster gaining on us. It snaps its mouth, gnashing its fangs.

“Hurry, Kitaico!” I yell in vain, hoping he’ll understand me. He doesn’t respond, but I can see his camouflage shifting wildly between colors. I wonder if the effort of our escape is pushing his body to its limits.

I push myself against the bubble’s far side as the monster’s mouth closes around the bottom. With a violent crunch, it rips away a chunk of my former prison. It thrashes it’s head like a shark attempting to subdue its prey but putting some distance between us once more.

I barely have time to hold my breath before I’m sucked out of the bottom. The water crashing in makes the air rush out like a vacuum. My muscles clench painfully from the blast of water as I tumble into the warm ocean spinning head over foot. I snap my eyes shut. Soon enough, I’ll be nothing but fish food.

Something snakes around my ankle, tugging the skin so hard I can nearly feel my skin rip. Then there’s something around my waist, drawing me up again.

“Leeenuh, hold on!” Kitaico yells as he hoists me into his arms, “We only need to get a bit higher, the scripiat won’t be able to follow much longer. He can’t survive in the shallows!”

He strokes one hand behind my head and tucks my body into his chest.

I don’t have enough air. My lungs burn as I involuntarily cough, and what little breath I have left escapes bubbling upward.

Kitaico slows and his heart is still pounding against my ear.

“The scripiat returns to the depths. We are safe,” he whispers.

I kick my legs weakly, pointing my finger to the surface. I can’t stop myself from gulping in a deep breath of salt water, choking on its mineral taste.

“Leeenuh, we are safe now. Stay calm.”

My vision blurs and I lose control of my head as it slumps into my alien hero—it’s not his fault he doesn’t know I breathe oxygen.

Darkness creeps into the edges of my vision.

I point up one more time before I lose consciousness.

We were so close.

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[tidesfate]

Do watchlings have to grow through infancy or juvenile stages or are they born / created exactly as they are? Do they need to be cared for in those early stages of emergence or are they already self aware and capable of independence?

❛[ UNPROMPTED ASKS ≻ always accepting !

Am I going to use this question as an excuse to talk about the "life cycle" of Watchlings (and Watchers?) Yes.

Watchlings and Watchers start as eyes within Moras mass, no different then other ones. They can scry, see, do all the things its eyes need to do. Much like these eyes can become containers for memories removed from its whole, they can become what will eventually be Watchlings/ers. These eyes that shall become them are slowly filtered memories and knowledge, basically nourished until they begin to glaze over. When ready, they will fall out of the lids, and the lid will either seal up, grow a new eye, or become something else.

These shed eyes sit within pools of Apocrypha brine, often attended by either tendrils or an actual manifestation of Mora itself. It does take time, an indeterminate and not set amount, for these eyes to 'form'. Their matter slowly congeals around them from the inky fluid they rest in, also in part supplied and aided by Mora itself. It forms into flesh, tentacles, and more eyes until eventually they gain consciousness and awaken.

Visually at first Watchlings and Watchers do not display any difference from one another. While Watchlings will not get much bigger then they are when they are "born" (I do like to think they have slight size differences amongst each other, but not vastly so), Watchers will continue to grow as they consume knowledge and information. And their size can get massive, as some have been seen floating above buildings in Apocrypha easily the size of one of a small house.

The infancy / juvenile stage of these beings are not the same as mortal creatures. There is a learning curve where they are generally weak and must figure out how to use their limbs and powers, but for many this passes quickly. Some this may take longer then others, but if Apocrypha had any true time to it I'd compare it to a day, a week at max. During this time Mora will provide some manner of care for them just by its presence being around, though these pools are not anywhere where anything besides itself and it's most trusted creatures can enter.

Their more true juvenile stage is one of curiosity- exploring their world, asking questions, touching and examining things, just in general learning. These creatures come from Mora, and Moras truest nature is curiosity. In turn, this is their most immediate nature as well. By learning they grow, quite literally sustaining their selves on such. How long this stage takes depends on the individual, and only truly ends when one finds what shall be their purpose or is given it. Though this curiosity will never truly disappear, much like it never does for Mora.

Given that they are also born from eyes filtered with knowledge and memories, they do innately have awareness and intelligence even in earliest stages. Not all will have the same, but they all have some manner of knowledge to them immediately. Also much like Moras eyes may exhibit different personalities, the Watchlings/ers exhibit this trait too. All are born with some facet of Moras own personality to them. The more common personality traits of Mora you will see more Watchlings/ers have, but you will find those that also have parts of the rarer aspects of Mora too.

[waifuoftomonori]

Aki After Tentacles: Chapter 3 - Vulture (Part 1)

Story Summary: After defending the Princess from a tentacled Void-like monster, Akifusa wakes up biologically female. The only way for him to regain his former body (and hopefully get over his newfound attraction to his male best friend, who also happens to be Shiki’s husband) is to become pregnant. Or: I don’t know how to properly classify what I’ve written but I had (and am having) fun writing it. *** “I know what the problem is. You need to seduce him.” Furutsugu flashed a jovial wink as they left the temple together. “Use your womanly charms to your advantage.”

Akifusa scowled, keeping a safe distance between himself and the diviner. How much did Furutsugu know about what had happened a few nights ago? How had he even learned? “None of your business,” he muttered, glancing to either side to make sure no one had overheard.

“Oh? With all due respect, Aki-chan, I think it’s very much my business. If things don’t work out with Tomonori, I’m your next best option, after all.” Akifusa hastily stepped back, provoking a melodious laugh. “Relax, I’m joking. It’s just a friendly piece of advice, given in good faith. There’s no need to read too much into it… unless you want to. My offer still stands.”

“I’m good, thanks!”

“I just thought I would ask.” Furutsugu shrugged fluidly and started to saunter off.

“Wait,” Akifusa heard himself blurt out. His face flamed scarlet as Furutsugu turned around; his hands curled into fists at his sides. He didn’t really want to rely on Furutsugu of all people, but… well, out of everyone in Kifu, the scumbag sorcerer was probably the most experienced when it came to this kind of thing. “What do you mean, my ‘womanly charms’?”

Furutsugu blinked, and then a slow, devious smile unfolded across his features. “Let’s take a little stroll around the pond, shall we? I’ll tell you everything I think could be valuable.”

Akifusa’s first lesson was focused entirely on walking like a woman. “With every step, sway your hips from side to side— you have such soft, voluptuous hips, Aki-chan; it would be a crime not to show them off to the world.” Furutsugu was walking a few paces behind him, insisting he could give better advice if he had a clear view.

Akifusa gritted his teeth but did his best to follow instructions, swinging his newly feminine hips one way and then the other, trying not to think about how much his butt was wiggling and how much his perverted one-man audience was probably loving it. If this worked, all of the humiliation would be worth it. 

“Slow down a little, Aki-chan. Give Tomonori a chance to admire those gorgeous curves in motion. …Lovely, just like that. You’re very fetching as a woman, Aki-chan; there’s not a man alive who could look at you without picturing you naked.”

His head whipped around. “What—”

“Haven’t you noticed all the stares as we’ve been walking? I guarantee every one of those men was imagining you moaning his name and writhing in ecstasy beneath him, your sumptuous curves on full display. Perhaps a few of them were picturing you with their wives as well. I’m so lucky that such a beautiful woman is honoring me with a private show!” Furutsugu laughed at his expression. “Why is that such a surprise? Your new body is irresistible to men, and you asked me to instruct you in the art of seduction.”

“Only for Tomonori—”

“I have good news for you, Aki-chan. Tomonori is a man.” The diviner dropped him a wink while Akifusa was still spluttering. “Once you shake that shapely backside in his face a few times, he won’t be able to resist your charms.”

Akifusa tried not to shiver at this sentence, tried not to imagine Tomonori’s lips parting while his crimson eyes darkened with desire, tried not to imagine Tomonori seizing his waist in a fit of passion, shoving him up against the wall, and smacking his bum around while murmuring in his ear, telling Akifusa how big a fool he was, and failed miserably.

Furutsugu, who’d been closely watching his expression, licked his lips. “I don’t mean to be crass by bringing up the matter of payment, but—”

“Then shut up!” Snapping back to his senses, Akifusa defended his honor with a well-aimed knee (a practical move the Princess had taught him specifically for this purpose) and sprinted off.

That afternoon, though, when he found Tomonori seated alone in the main hall, writing something on a scroll, he figured he might as well try it. What more was there to lose? His dignity? He’d never had much of that in Tomonori’s eyes, and he had even less now, trapped in this stupid body he’d never asked for.

“Uh. Hey, Tomonori,” he mumbled, and Tomonori lifted his head. Under his sudden attention, Akifusa froze, thighs spasming— but swallowed his shame and approached anyway. Every slow, swinging step required tremendous willpower, especially as Tomonori’s russet gaze fell to his rolling hips and a wrinkle appeared in his forehead.

“Why are you walking so strangely? Did you injure yourself again?”

“Huh?” Akifusa halted halfway across the hall, a tsunami of heat crashing over his skin. “No, that’s not…” He gulped, averting his gaze before the blush could consume him entirely.

After a brief pause, Tomonori heaved a sigh and stashed his brush away. “So you went to Furutsugu for advice?”

“What?! How did you—”

“I thought as much. Look at me, Akifusa.” Biting his tongue, Akifusa obeyed to find his friend studying him with weary exasperation, not even bothering to stand. “You would agree with me,” Tomonori said quietly, “that Shiki is beautiful. Wouldn’t you?”

Akifusa shifted his weight, growing uncomfortable. “Y-yeah. Is this a test, or…”

“Desirable?”

Hearing Tomonori pronounce that word, staring him directly in the eyes, only fed the flames lapping over his soul, but Akifusa managed to nod.

“Why?”

It took him a moment to understand the question. “Well, she’s…” He shut his eyes so he didn’t have Tomonori’s equally attractive features to distract him, mentally conjuring the Princess’s oft-recalled figure. “She’s so tiny, and she looks so soft and delicate, almost like she’d break if you squeezed her too hard— but then once you see her in battle, you realize how strong she really is, so fast but at the same time so graceful, she’s so powerful, and that just makes her even more beautiful—”

“Your tastes are even simpler than I thought,” Tomonori cut in, a frosty edge creeping into his voice. “I was expecting a less physical explanation.”

His eyes flashed open in a surge of wounded betrayal. Obviously Akifusa admired her as a person, but hadn’t the question been about physical desire? “But you asked—”

“I was trying to prove a point. Let’s just say my preferences are… more complex than yours.” Tomonori paused, fixing on him an expectant look; stung and baffled, Akifusa could only stare back. “I’m telling you this for future reference, before you wind up humiliating yourself in front of everyone: you’re not going to ‘seduce’ me via physical stratagems alone. And the next time Furutsugu offers you advice, try to remember that he always has his own best interests at heart.” He smiled ruefully before his gaze fell once more to the scroll before him.

Stupefied, Akifusa just stood there and stared, hating how aroused he felt in that moment. There was something about being dismissed by Tomonori, brushed aside so casually in favor of paperwork, that made his nipples stiffen.

“That being said,” Tomonori said quietly, glancing up, “I appreciate the effort. You can have another kiss, if you’d like.”

Akifusa’s jaw fell open. Lips quirking, Tomonori beckoned him closer with a finger, and he all but stumbled across the tatami in his eagerness, eyes closing even before he fell to his knees. When Tomonori’s lightly callused hands wrapped around his cheekbones and guided him firmly into the promised kiss, mouths sliding together as smooth as ink flowing over parchment, it was enough to erase all the embarrassment Akifusa had endured and envelop him in a haze of mindless, quivering want. 

Tugging away, Tomonori patted his cheek, looking as unperturbed as ever. “Keep trying, Aki-kun.” With another quick, damnably calm smile, he returned to his work, and Akifusa’s desire settled back down to a slow, excruciating simmer.

He didn’t really want to go back to Furutsugu for advice, especially after the reminder that he was a selfish, sleazy bastard. But several days crept by with no progress and no more kisses, and Akifusa was forced to admit that he didn’t have the slightest idea what Tomonori considered attractive, other than the obvious answer of “the Princess”— and he apparently liked her for different reasons than Akifusa did, so that wasn’t much help either.

He had considered asking her, actually, but decided against it. True, she had offered to answer any questions he had, but he quailed at the thought of conversing with her as one woman to another, of cementing that impression in her mind any further. Out of everyone, she was probably the person whose perception of him as male mattered the most. It wasn’t even a question of appealing to her romantically anymore; it was just a matter of pride.

Thus, shortly after breakfast a few days later, Akifusa grudgingly pulled Furutsugu aside to a private corner of the shrine. “The thing you told me to do last time didn’t work.”

“No?” Furutsugu raised his eyebrows. “Are you certain you did it correctly?”

Akifusa shifted his weight uncomfortably, crossing his arms— and then dropping them when that only drew the diviner’s amused gaze to his chest. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “but… well, I guess it sort of worked.”

“And what does that mean, Aki-chan?” Furutsugu’s mouth curled, eyes glittering in private mirth; Akifus struggled not to reveal anything, to keep his expression as inscrutable as Tomonori’s, but his thoughts flickered back to Tomonori’s soft sandalwood scent and long, capable fingers, and he felt the blood swiftly pooling in his cheeks. “Did he at least kiss you?”

Dammit. “That’s not the point!”

“Really? I thought that was precisely the point. Is Tomo-kun a good kisser?” Furutsugu leaned in close, lowering his voice to a sly purr. “Does thinking about him get you wet?”

“You—!” Akifusa’s hands balled into fists. Forget all the other changes— in that instant, he would have given anything to regain his old height so he could punch that stupid smirk off Furutsugu’s face. At least the move the Princess had taught him worked effectively on a taller opponent—

“I don’t think so.” Furutsugu’s hands darted forward and held his knees in place. “I have no desire to repeat that experience.”

“Get your hands off me, you… you fiend!” Akifusa pried them off, glowering; the diviner took a quick step back.

“Let’s start over, shall we? I was under the impression you wanted my help.”

“Not if you’re going to make me do anything weird or— or talk about my friends like that!”

“It was just a bit of friendly teasing. I didn’t mean any harm. And I would never force a lady to do anything against—”

“I’m not a lady!” Dammit, did his voice have to sound so shrill?

Furutsugu smiled, apparently unfazed. “Of course not. My apologies. You’re a man who’s developed an erotic fixation with his childhood friend, and you‘re desperate to learn how to stoke his libido for a chance to act out your long-forbidden fantasies.”

Akifusa sucked in a sharp breath. “It’s not like that,” he mumbled, dropping his gaze. Why did the bastard have to make everything sound filthy?

“There’s no need to be embarrassed. It’s not unheard of in the capital for men to enter… intimate liaisons with one another—”

“I don’t need to hear about this!”

“I thought it might be reassuring. Of course there are plenty of people who disapprove— everyone acts so judgmental about these things in public; it’s ridiculous— but I don’t see the harm in it. And if I were in your position, I would most likely use my assets to my advantage as well. You even have permission from his wife. All that remains is to whet his appetite.”

Blood climbed up to his ears, scorching them mercilessly. “I-I’m not trying to manipulate him or anything like that.”

“No?” Furutsugu chuckled. “Then why ask for my advice? Seduction is the finest form of manipulation, Akifusa— I’m surprised you haven’t figured that out by now. It sounds like Tomonori has you wrapped around his little finger, perhaps even more tightly than our lovely Princess.”

“That’s not true!” he snapped. “They’re my friends. They would never use me or… or do that kind of thing.” But as soon as the words left his mouth, Akifusa remembered the Princess laying a hand on his arm and telling him bashfully that she’d feel much safer if he’d accompany her back to her room, despite being one of the bravest people Akifusa knew, just to ask him about what had happened with Tomonori. And although Tomonori had seemed pretty sincere that night, it was only last winter that he’d masterminded a plan to free the Princess from the Sword’s curse without telling anyone beforehand, not even his two closest friends, because he’d known they would stop him.

But that was different from manipulation. Wasn’t it?

Furutsugu had an annoying gleam in his eye, like he knew exactly what was running through Akifusa’s mind, but he smiled and said, “Of course they wouldn’t. Tomonori only kissed you because he was unable to resist your feminine appeal, and he only stopped out of courtesy, because he wasn’t entirely convinced you were ready.”

“That’s not—”

“Or perhaps he kissed you out of genuine pity for your plight, even though he didn’t especially want to do so?” Akifusa shut his mouth and nodded warily, causing the diviner’s smile to broaden. “How selfless of him. I must admit, kissing beautiful women is my favorite charity act as well. So you’d like my help wooing him in hopes of earning more than just a kiss?”

“Well, it depends. Are you going to make it creepy again? Last time you said you wanted me to pay you, even though we said nothing about that at first, and…” He struggled to put it in words. “It was gross, and if you do it again, I won’t hold back! I’ll use both my knees if I have to!”

“You really need to stop taking my little jokes so seriously, Aki-chan.”

“It sure didn’t seem like a joke at the time!”

Furutsugu waved the matter airily aside. “If I had designs on you, why would I bother helping you seduce Tomonori? You admitted my advice was at least partially successful. We simply need to take it further.”

Akifusa scowled. Something about this still smelled fishy. “Fine. But if you touch me or make that stupid ‘joke’ again—”

“I promise I’ll behave. As I mentioned, I wouldn’t dream of forcing a woman— or any of my friends— into a situation against their will. And we are friends, aren’t we, Aki-chan?”

“No,” he said immediately, drawing a pout to Furutsugu’s face.

“Well, I consider you a friend, at least. I wouldn’t offer you my assistance without asking anything in return if I felt otherwise.” Furutsugu shrugged amiably. “But if you’d rather try figuring it out on your own—”

“No, please!” The words came out louder than he’d meant them, his eyes growing wide; he hastily forced his voice back down. “Please, I don’t know anything about this seduction stuff. I’ll take any advice you can give me. Just don’t make it weird.”

Furutsugu’s eyes crinkled with his smile. “Oh, I won’t. You’re in good hands, Aki-chan.” He pulled away from the wall with exaggerated nonchalance. “Let’s figure out how to catch Tomo’s attention, shall we?” When he started striding toward the pond, morning mist swiftly swallowing his steps, Akifusa was left with little choice but to follow.

His second lesson centered around physical appearance. “Perhaps we should have started here before moving on to more advanced topics,” Furutsugu said. “Let’s start with clothing. You have the body of a woman now, Aki-chan, but you’re still dressing like a man.” Ignoring Akifusa’s protests that he was a man and all of Kifu’s soldiers wore the same standard military uniform regardless of gender (though it was true that Kifu wasn’t a large village, and the male soldiers outnumbered the females), the diviner insisted that Akifusa don a form-fitting kimono in the same red hue with a plunging neckline even when it was firmly sashed. Of course, he “just happened” to have one on him. “Naturally, you’ll have to forgo the layers underneath for maximum effect— and you can stop binding those lovely breasts as well. The poor things seem like they’re suffocating.”

Akifusa’s first reaction was to go for the balls again, but Furutsugu stopped him by saying, “Tomonori will love it.”

“He loves the Princess,” he replied uncertainly, “and she doesn’t dress like this.” But he lowered his knee, considering. If the Princess did wear this kind of thing, she’d probably have even more admirers, perverted as they might be.

“She doesn’t need to,” Furutsugu said with an elegant shrug. “She’s not trying to impress anyone; her husband is enamored with her as she is, and you’ve seen the way she looks at him. The rest of us never even stood a chance. But Tomonori’s oblivious to your charms at present, so we’ll need to ramp up our efforts.”

They moved on to makeup. Akifusa’s discomfort skyrocketed the second Furutsugu started talking about face powders and lip rouge. “I have a shade that will match that kimono perfectly,” he said, cheerfully producing a small clay pot and a long, delicate brush. “You can apply a bit to your cheeks as well— though you have such a charming natural blush whenever your thoughts travel to Tomonori that you may not even need it for that purpose.”

Akifusa stared doubtfully into the green-painted interior of the pot. “Why do you have so much of this stuff, anyway?”

“It makes a lovely gift whenever I need to flatter a woman in my diplomatic duties— or for more personal reasons.” Furutsugu flashed him a wink. “Also, I use a bit myself. You don’t think I look this good naturally, do you? Again, it’s common practice in the capital.”

“But we’re not in the capital,” he said, but Furutsugu just laughed.

“All the more reason to use it here. You’ll stand out beautifully with your red lips in your matching kimono— Tomonori won’t be able to resist stealing glances, even in public. And once he gets you alone, well…” Akifusa’s face prickled with heat as Furutsugu trailed off, mouth curling into an insufferable smirk.

In the end, he agreed to take the safflower rouge, but he refused to put anything else on his face. Maybe nobles in the capital rubbed all sorts of weird pigments on their skin, but he’d also heard how women there shaved their eyebrows only to draw them higher on their foreheads, which made even less sense in his opinion. He wanted Tomonori’s attention, but there had to be some limits, and the kimono was already pushing them.

There was also the matter of choosing a personal fragrance, Furutsugu told him, but that was complicated enough to be its own lesson; they could delve into it tomorrow. “For now, I think the addition to your wardrobe and the new cosmetics will work wonders. Let me know how it goes.” *** [For those uncomfortable with the recent development, rest assured that Part 2 of this chapter contains 0% Furutsugu; I don’t think I can say more than that without giving away any involuntary spoilers. Sorry for the delay in posting. It was caused in part by anxiety and in part by holiday travel plans. Happy belated Thanksgiving to those who also celebrate. Also, formatting these posts is swiftly becoming a thorn in my side; if anyone knows how to navigate the errors of disappearing post titles and sporadically enlarged asterisks after copy-and-pasting, please contact me at your earliest convenience.]

[asamuraishonor-a]

He watched her, gaze almost lazy as he allowed it to travel over her body once more. This time taking in her curves and allowing his mind to wander on how those tentacles of hers could be used. He'd taken lovers from both sexes. Found pleasure with men and woman, though he'd never been with one of her kind. Not that he was opposed to it, he'd just never been tempted until now.

Her reminder that he knew he was hot had his lips curling as his dark gaze returned to her, one elegant brow arching. "The way you say that implies that you don't believe that you are also breathtaking, Rose."

He used her name intentionally before moving forward. Leaning over the table to catch her elbow when she pushed herself up too fast. Recognizing the slight sway her body gave as he added. "Careful, Sake has a way of sneaking up on you. It will hit the more you move around." He'd learned that the hard way one to many times. Thinking he was ok only to find out he was anything but and having to be half-carried to his bed.

Rose groaned as he questioned her, hiding her face more in her hands. “I apparently can’t hold my liquor.” And that was a damned lie, Rose had been drinking for years, she could hold her liquor better than most she met. But she apparently was letting her mouth wander away from her as she relaxed. Before her life fell apart she was a known blabbermouth and it seemed that Izou was able to get her to relax enough to return to that.

Looking up at him she sighed softly, taking the cup up and sipping at it again. “Once again, you are hot and you know it.”  Reaching up she played with the ends of her hair, tugging on the still drying locks. “But I also realize it’s kind weird for someone like me to say that.” She had tentacles and typically was a loner traveling the oceans, some people thought she was weird.

“If you wanna pose for me that’s nice but I won’t hold you to it.” Rose offered, shrugging slightly. Setting the cup down again she sighed softly, pushing herself back up again so she was sitting up now, it caused a slight head rush but she shook it off quickly. “I won’t lie and say I’m not interested, but I know I’m not everyone’s cup of tea with these things.”

[angryschnauzer]

Always Watching

Summary; As a Watcher, you’re part of the town council that helps the Vampires and the humans live together peacefully. However when you fall for one of the most charismatic vampires in town, Sherlock Holmes, life becomes complicated. Add in an unorthodox addition of Werewolf/Vampire Town Elder Geralt to your new relationship, they help you deal with the realisation that you are also not human, learning to accept your true nature as a succubus.  All this on top of a growing threat of a monster that is snatching people in the night and plaguing your dreams.

sequel to The Watcher and The Watched. 

Fandom: Henry Cavill, Enola Holmes, The Witcher

Wordcount: 2433

Relationship: Vampire!Sherlock x Succubus Reader x Vampire/Werewolf!Geralt (No body type or race is described for the reader)

Warnings:  NSFW, 18+, Oral Sex (Female Recieving), Unprotected Sex, Rough/Primal Sex, Doggy Style, talk of restraints, restraining reader during sex, spanking, neck biting, losing consciousness, lucid dreams, tentacles, kidnap by monster.

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Always Watching

Clutching the stack of books you hugged them to your chest as you made your way back to your apartment, there was research to do and it was going to be a late night. In the last few weeks things in town had changed, though not to the general population, but the town council had made drastic changes since Sherlock and Geralt had reported back as to what was causing the unrest. People were also starting to go missing, your father included, and after initial futile searches, a crew had been dispatched to the labyrinth of caverns beneath the town. You and Sherlock had led a team, only briefly seeing a glimpse of the beast that lurked, a long purple tentacle the size of your thigh slithering away into the darkness.

Arriving at your place you juggled the books in one arm as you unlocked the door, setting them onto the table before heading back and shutting the door. Settling down to the ancient texts you’d pulled from the vault of the town archives, you started to research a theory that had crept into your mind. As the night went on your fatigue crept in, eventually falling asleep at the small table in your kitchen.

Your dream was vivid; a bright light illuminating crystal blue-green waters, the ebb and flow of water washing over your body. The tip of a tentacle curled across your chest and you realised you were barely dressed, just a flimsy chemise covering your body that was all but transparent. More tentacles appeared from the water, softly wrapping around your calves before climbing to your thighs. The water started to bubble and the curved back of the beast appeared, scaled and dark, before finally it reared its head from the water. There was a haze as you tried to focus, mists swirling around the creature yet through the tendrils of vapour you saw it shift and change, its form morphing into that of a man. His clothes hung in shreds from his shoulders, a wide ceremonial chain draped around his shoulders. The mists cleared and he lowered himself to you, his face inches from your own as he took in the sight of your spread form beneath him, the tentacles still gripping you. Just as he went to speak the vision faded, dissipating like steam out of a window.

Strong arms carried you and you realised you were in your apartment, those same strong arms connected to a firm chest, the scent of Rosemary surrounding you;

“What?... Sherlock?”

“Shhh, I came to drop breakfast over and found you slumped at the table. Were you up all night?”

“I dreamed… I had a dream…” you murmured

“Shhh its ok, get some rest, you can tell me later”

He set you down on your bed, pulling the covers over your body as he watched you drift off to a dreamless sleep, trying to chase the vision you’d had earlier but nothing came.

-

A loud knocking at the door pulled you from the depths of your dreamless sleep, and as you were rising to sit on the side of your bed you heard a grunt and a click, and a familiar hulk was soon standing in the doorway;

“Patience is a virtue Geralt”

“And one i don’t have” He stood in the doorway, one leg crossed over the other, a large garment bag hanging from one fingertip; “Sherlock asked me to drop this off”

“What is it?”

You padded on bare feet to where he stood, unzipping the bag with your tired fingers, Geralt watching as you pulled the gorgeous gown from it;

“Sherlock sent it over. It’s from the archives. For the big celebration ball tonight”

“The ball… OH, that ball.”

You had been so busy with your research you had completely forgotten about the annual ball that the town council and elders would attend. This year you had been invited as Sherlock’s plus one.

“Yes, that ball” Geralt said with a hint of sarcasm but a smirk chasing after it, before he hooked his finger beneath your chin and pulled your face up to look at him; “Are you sure you’re ok? When was the last time you fed?”

“I… err… I had dinner last night? I think Sherlock dropped some breakfast off but I went straight back to sleep…”

“No, not ate; fed”

It took a moment to realise what he meant;

“Oh. It’s been over a week. Sherlock’s been busy”

“Hmmn” was the only reply you got, Geralt setting the dress over a chair before pulling his phone out and dialling and waiting for an answer;

“Yeah it’s me. I’m with her now… uh-huh, yes i dropped the dress off… yup… no idea… Listen, Sherlock, she hasn’t fed in over a week” there was a pause where Geralt listened to his friend speak; “Yes you should have… uh-huh… Are you sure? Ok ok, yeah i’ll do it…ok… yes i’ll make sure she’s there on time…ok, bye.”

Geralt hung up and a smile played on his lips;

“Get on the bed, sweetheart”

“What…?”

He took a step forward and was suddenly crowding your personal space. Hooking a finger under your jaw he pulled your chin up so you were looking directly at him. His lips opened but he didn’t say a word, instead that finger trailed down your neck, pausing on the throbbing vein of your jugular before resting at the low neckline of your t-shirt;

“I said… Get. On. The. Bed”

Your legs shook as you took the few steps back until the backs of your knees met the edge of the bed, Geralt still advancing on you as you fell back onto the messy covers. With lightning fast reflexes the vampire-werewolf hybrid was on his knees and pulling your panties down your legs, before hooking his massive arms around your thighs and pulling your ass to the edge of the mattress. His face was inches from your core and you watched as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, letting out a hum of appreciation at your scent, before he pressed his mouth to your centre. 

You squirmed beneath his touch, hands reaching out to push him away;

"Geralt, no… i haven't showered!"

He let out a low growl, glaring at you;

"Woman! Stay still… i can't get enough of your scent…" his eyes glowed gold and you were reminded that he was half werewolf, his instincts even more primal than Sherlock's vampiric nature when added in with being a mix of the both. You couldn't help but to continue your movements and another growl resonated from his throat; "... don't make me fit spreader bars to you"

"You wouldn't…"

A dark smirk played over Geralt's lips;

"Oh, I certainly would… in fact i'll make a note to suggest it to Sherlock, i have a feeling he'd very much enjoy seeing you spread and immobile for us to use as we wish"

With a smirk on his lips he descended back between your thighs, his rough tongue lapping at your core and relishing the way you responded to his ministrations. Soon you were coming on his tongue, a low growl emitting from him between your thighs as he drank down your essence. Your head fell back against the bed as you basked in the glow of energy that surged through you, before you felt Geralt’s hands gripping your hips and suddenly flipping you over;

“You didn’t think we were done yet, did you little succubus?”

“Oh…”

He pulled your hips up until your ass was in the air and that’s when you felt the firm nudge of the thick fleshy tip of his cock push through your folds. Glancing over your shoulder you saw Geralt’s fangs had descended and his lips were curled into a snarl as he thrust forwards and filled your soft cavern completely. 

If it hadn’t been for your previous orgasm you’d probably be screaming the house down, instead the afterglow softened the brutality of his werewolf side taking over, rutting without remorse into you like a wild animal taking its mate. All that was going through your mind was surge after surge of energy that Geralt willingly shared with you, pushing you higher and higher as he reached new depths within your body. Your were blindly reaching back, seeking his touch or to simply feel him, when his large hand caught your wrist and pinned it behind your back. He did the same with the other, holding both your wrists in a tight grip with one hand, before his other hand came down sharply on your ass;

“Woman, i’m gonna keep those hands still until i’m done with you, no squirming with me, i’m not like Sherlock, i’m going to take charge and give you what you need” 

“Yes Geralt… give it to me” you cried out, the pleasure filling your body making tears run down your cheeks. 

Another sharp spank to your behind had you clenching around him, rewarding you with another growl before he only increased his pace again, bringing you to the edge of sanity as you felt yourself starting to go cross eyed from the way he was fucking you so well, a small puddle of drool beneath your mouth on the sheets where you had lost the ability to speak in any form of coherency. 

When you did finally come your eyes rolled back in their sockets, your mouth open in a silent scream as you submitted to the euphoria surging through your soul. Limp and pliable in Geralt’s hands, he pulled you up to kneeling, your back flush with his chest, and as he sank his cock so deep into you for one final time, coating your cervix with his seed, he sank his teeth into your neck and drank from you. But none of this you were aware of, you’d already blacked out.

-

Many hours later you were fed, washed, and dressed in the gown Geralt had dropped off, your body aching in ways you didn’t know were possible. And yet dressed in the blood red gown whilst you ran behind Geralt through the narrow streets of the city, you felt more alive than you ever had before. 

“Come on, move those fancy toes” Geralt growled to you as you struggled to keep up with his long strides

“Hey, you're not the one wearing heels whilst trying to walk on cobblestones… or who’s insides were rearranged repeatedly just a few hours ago”

He stopped and turned, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth;

“Hmmmn” his eyes glinted gold in the evening light as he watched you catch up, before turning and continuing onto the grand hall at the centre of the old walled city.

As the grand hall came into sight you could see Sherlock pacing at the top of the steps, looking suave in a full tuxedo, a stark contrast to Geralt’s all black ensemble of leather jacket, silk shirt, and jeans that clung to his thighs almost illegally. Upon seeing you trotting along still behind Geralt, Sherlock descended the steps and pulled you into his arms;

“You look stunning. I trust Geralt took good care of you?”

“Look at her, she’s fucking glowing” Geralt interrupted; “Of course i took good care of her, might not be satisfied with just you anymore”

Sherlock laughed before pressing a kiss to your cheek, his lips brushing against your ear;

“You look stunning, and i apologise for neglecting you this week my darling, i’ll make it up to you…”

Resting your hand on his firm chest you smiled at him;

“I look forward to it”

His long fingers wrapped around yours and he gently lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, only for Geralt to pointedly clear his throat;

“When you two are done… it’s time to go in”

-

The gala was stunning, held in the sunken catacombs of the old grand hall, it would seem the elders were going to stick to tradition no matter what threat loomed over them, seeking a sense of normalcy just for the night. There were many faces you recognised and even more you didn’t, and after tiring of dancing - taking turns for both Geralt and Sherlock to be your partner - you stood at the edge of the room against the ancient carved stone balustrade of the steps that led down into the waters, sipping on your drink as you watched the crystal clear waters slowly ripple. The music faded out and the mayor stood started to make a speech, and you looked around to find Sherlock or Geralt, finding them both in deep discussion with gruff Constable Marshall. As the major droned on, forced laughter rippling around the cavern it hid the sound of the water rippling behind you, of a dark shadow moving up the steps. The room was cold and a shiver ran over your exposed skin. Your attention moved back to Sherlock who caught your gaze, smiling and nodding before stepping through the crowd, and that was when you felt it.

Looking down your eyes went wide and you dropped your glass, a scream bubbling up from your diaphragm as the long purple tentacle curled around your ankle. The people at the top of the staircase turned just in time to see other tentacles curl around your wrists and neck, before it lifted you and you were dragged into the water.

-

The world came back into view, your vision hazy, and you suddenly realised you needed to expel whatever vile taste was in your mouth, rolling on sandy stone and coughing out the catacomb water. As you shivered on your hands and knees, your soaked dress in tatters, a thick tentacle slithered past and it suddenly shocked you fully awake. With a gasp you turned, trembling as the waters bubbled and a mass of swirling tentacles unfurled. It was then that you realised your dream hadn’t been a dream, it was a premonition;

“No…” you quietly spoke, trying hard to focus on the centre of the mass, the body of the creature forming. When it finally spoke it was if it was speaking through charred remains;

“Still… stay still…”

You shook your head, scrambling backwards until tentacles curled around your ankles and gripped your calves; “STILL!” it commanded, pushing closer to you and that’s when you saw it; the ceremonial chain.

You’d found it in your research, you knew what - or who - this was, you just weren’t sure how he’d gotten that way;

“Please… wait. I can help you… Charles…”

[thatmultifandomhoe]

Otherworldly Lovin’

Pairing: Alien Taehyung and Human Reader

Word Count: 6,319

Genre/Rating: NSFW - Alien AU - Friends to Lovers AU - Smut - PWP - Fluff - Rated R

Overview: Not only did he crash land into your yard, but he also crashed right into your heart...among other places.

Warning: oh boy. Alien sex - masturbation - tentacles - light bondage(?) - throat fucking - breast and nipple play - oral sex (fem and tentacle receiving) - Taehyung has the ability to extend his tongue - size kink - Taehyung can change his dick to any size - there’s slime from said tentacles - multiple orgasms - multiple penetration - breeding kink - cream pie - tiddie fucking(it’s a tentacle mushed between boobs having the time of its life if that counts?) - unrealistic sex - hentai, it’s basically hentai - swearing - dirty talk - maybe some sub (fem) and dom (Tae) undertones if you squint - cum play - talk of pregnancy.

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The breeze felt like chilly kisses along your skin during the late-night walk home. It had been fun to see your friends, but as the house party grew in numbers and space became limited, that was your cue to head out before there had been a visit from the men in blue to break it up.  It wasn’t Cara’s first time throwing a party that climbed into the triple digits, and despite being on a first name basis with law enforcement in regards to her wild parties, it wouldn’t be her last party.

Kicking at the gravel, you gathered up the hair off the back of your neck with both hands, leaning back your head to look up at the night sky while still walking. The stars were bright, brighter than diamonds, and not for the first time you found yourself grateful that you had made the decision to move to the outskirts of Arizona. Was it hot? Of course. Were people behind the wheel absolutely insane? Fuck yes. Was it risky living on your own, in the desert, in an area where crime was going up again? Extremely. Maybe it was childish and stupid, but between the sunsets and mother nature’s natural landscape, it was all worth it in your eyes.

By the time you reached the front door, you barely glanced at the ten-foot ditch that was only a few feet from the side of your house as you went inside. The ditch hadn’t always been there, and as you turned the three set of locks behind you, a cooling sensation wrapped around your calf to begin its ascent up your bare leg.

“How was the party?” it asked.

You raised an eyebrow, unphased with having a conversation with the green blob.

“Alright,” you said, holding out a hand for it to jump on to like it usually did. This time, it simply shook its little nub of a head. “I mean, it was nice to hang out with her and have a few drinks, but her house filled up fast.”

“And it’s not good for humans to be surrounded by so many people?”

The corner of your mouth lifted as you walked to the kitchen, feeling him climb up to your knee this time. “I mean, it can be dangerous when there are over a hundred people partying in a small house while intoxicated, a lot of people don’t care though.”

“But you care.”

“I do.”

Opening the cabinet, you pulled out a glass and went to the water cooler to fill it up, dropping in a few ice cubes for that extra chill, trying not to think about how cooling and enticing it felt to have the little alien crawling up your bare leg, nearly reaching your thigh. He was a slow mover but he got around.

It was this little green blob, no taller than a hand, who had been the one to create that lovely ditch in your yard, and had succeeded in scaring the absolute shit out of you at four in the morning when it happened. The last thing you ever expected in the world was for aliens to be real – yes, you had been one of the many who was a non-believer – but Taehyung had been the one to convert you quite quickly.

“You don’t look like an alien,” you said, watching as the green, see-through blob slid around on the kitchen table.

“And what does an alien look like?” it asked.

“A crap ton taller,” you immediately answered, rubbing your eyes to try and see just how it was able to talk, let alone have a voice. You could see the wooden chair that was behind it, and there was nothing inside of it. It was just a blob about the size of a softball, from space.

Apparently, that offended the creature, as it suddenly formed two small nubs – what you assumed to be arms, which were promptly placed on its side - and a nub on top for its head. “Excuse me, I don’t know what it’s like here, but where I come from, it’s extremely rude to point out someone’s size. And I’ll have you know; On my home planet I am quite larger than this.”

You blinked.

Maybe it was because you were still wondering if you were insane to be talking to a green blob claiming to be an alien, but a sudden pang went through your chest at having hurt the little guy. Sighing, your footsteps papped against the tile floor as you pulled out one of the chairs at the table to sit down.

“I’m sorry,” you said softly, leaning your cheek in the palm of your left hand to look at it. “You’re right, it was rude of me. Let’s start over. What’s your name?”

It stared up at you. At least, you assumed it was as it turned its body to face you. For a moment, the green blob stood there until finally taking a few steps towards you.

“Taehyung.”

These last few months had been an unforgettable experience, but it would be a lie to say that it hadn’t made life more interesting. The ship he had been flying in was a small metal contraption that could have easily been mistaken as a toy drone. At his request, you had brought it in the house that next morning, and after inspecting it, Taehyung announced it to be completely damaged, but not unfixable. Since then, there had been several times where you stumbled upon him trying to form the arms that he needed to try to patch it up himself, but the crash had forced him into his smaller form for protection, and made it impossible to expand himself the way he needed to.

Only a few days into his stay, you learned that his people – the Flubbers – were similar to that in regards to human height and features. Unlike measly humans, they were able to turn their bodies into this green blob at will, but mostly it was used as a defensive measure to protect themselves or when they were traveling in their small ships. As a result of the crash, Taehyung had trouble returning back to his regular form and with nowhere else to go, he became your new roommate.

But as he began to crawl underneath the fabric of your shorts, the coolness of his body was enticing in more ways than one. Your breath turned shaky as you hurried to reach down and remove him from your thigh.

“How was your night?” You suddenly asked, not wanting him to question why you removed him.

He tilted his body, but settled down in your palms. “I watched more of those shows on your Netflix account.”

“Which ones?”

“Black Butler.”

You gasped, narrowing your eyes at him as you carried him back to your room. “Come on, we were supposed to finish that together.”

“But you were gone, and I wanted to watch it,” Taehyung only remained still for a few more seconds before stretching out himself to begin crawling up your arm.

It was perhaps the weirdest sensation in the world, but it reminded you of the end result of making slime when you were back in college and your roommates dragged you out to the craft events put on by campus. Taehyung was sturdier, more solid, and less gooey. Okay, he wasn’t gooey at all. But as he crawled his way around your arm and shoulder, you were suddenly awfully aware of the fact that you were only wearing a skimpy black tank top with spaghetti straps, allowing him to feel every inch and curve of your body and soak in your body heat. He was naturally cool but he usually warmed up after crawling on your arm for a while.

The fact that he was crawling up to you wasn’t unusual. Tonight however, it was like he was attached to your body and trying to feel every single part of you.

“That’s not nice,” you murmured, shakily inhaling as he slid a tendril-like arm across your neck, his body slinking across your chest. You kicked off your shoes and glanced at your reflection in the full-length mirror. Cheeks flushed, throat bobbing as you swallowed, and you could see that he was forming another limb, stretching it out to wrap around your bicep.

“You said I could watch whatever I wanted. And I wanted to watch Black Butler.” Taehyung said.

In the mirror, you could see his small head glance down, his body suddenly pausing at the discovery that there was something underneath your shirt. He was an alien. Since his arrival, you made sure to get dressed in the bathroom so that he didn’t see certain things.

In addition to that, you hadn’t been entirely sure if he slept or not, so you had created a small bed for him on the floor of your bedroom out of a box you had and thrown in a bunch of soft towels to make it comfortable for him. He seemed to enjoy it since he slid to his bed every night, even tucking himself underneath some of the towels. So not only had you been sharing a room with an alien, but these last few months had been incredibly, touch starving, especially since you were single. It wasn’t like you could suddenly make yourself feel good when Taehyung was right there and would probably ask what you were doing and why.

And now…now you were feeling incredibly horny.

You watched him create another limb, only to close your eyes to feel it softly slide down your sternum, heart racing as it followed the curve of your breast, your pussy clenching around nothing. A second – or was it a third? Maybe a fourth? - limb slipped underneath the shirt to encircle your other breast, but this one was more curious, feeling the size and tightening around the boob when it suddenly ran over your nipple. You stumbled back against the foot-board of the bed until you sat on it, accidentally pressing yourself against the frame and hitting your clit, resulting in an audible gasp.

His limbs suddenly retracted at the sound and before you could stop yourself, you whined at the loss of them only to realize what you had done. He was an alien. You were a human.

“Did I hurt you?” Taehyung asked.

You shook your head, opening your eyes to remove him from where he had wrapped himself around your neck and set him on the bed. Not once did you glance at the mirror, already knowing how flustered you looked. “No, I’m fine.”

“Then what was that sound?”

Damn him for being so curious. “Don’t worry about it. Why don’t you go to bed? I’m going to get dressed.”

Before he could ask another question, you grabbed the spare bed and hurried to the bathroom, taking several deep breaths when certain that you were, in-fact, alone. Not once during these last few months had he touched you like that, and now that he had, you found yourself craving more. It reminded you too much of those hentai videos you occasional stumbled upon while on the hub, and as you hurriedly kicked off your shorts to slip your own hand underneath your panties, you softly moaned when you felt how wet your panties were.

He had created those limbs like it was nothing. Easily curling and wrapping himself around you like second nature, and as you ran your own finger over your clit to take care of yourself, you couldn’t help but imagine what he would have done had you let him crawl up your shorts like he had started to do. Taehyung typically kept himself in the shape of a blob, but you were certain that he would have no issue in filling you up completely.

You pressed yourself further against the wall, another soft moan escaping you. Eyes closed, you were so focused on getting off, that you missed how underneath the doorway, a flat green blob slid its way underneath the door. A limb shaped itself, watching your general direction like it was absorbing your reactions, only to disappear the same way it came when you were satisfied.

A few nights later, you sighed as you shifted under the blankets once again. The fan had done its job and made the bedroom chilly, but you still couldn’t fall asleep. You tried warm milk, listening to instrumental music, counting sheep. Nothing seemed to work.

“You’re not sleeping?” Taehyung asked.

You glanced at the box on the floor, seeing his towels shift as he moved around. He hadn’t spoken about what happened the other night and neither had you, and for that, you were grateful. He was a friend. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin the only friendship he had while he stayed until his ship was fixed.

“Just having a hard time,” you softly answered.

He was quiet for a moment. “Would you like to talk about it?”

A soft chuckle slipped out of your lips and you rolled over, holding a hand out over the edge. In seconds he was wrapping himself around the limb and crawling on to the empty space next to you.

“Do you miss it?” You asked, slipping an arm underneath your head. “Your home? Your friends and family must miss you a lot.”

“Parts of it,” Taehyung admitted. For being a small green blob – or a small green Flubber – he had a deep baritone voice, and when he spoke softly, there was a calming effect that washed over you. It was the type of voice that not only promised protection, but had the power to be absolutely sinful. “There’s my family and friends that I do miss, but it was a strict place. We’re not a species that was intended to survive you see. A long time ago, the very first of my kind had been created here on your planet by someone…a doctor Jacob, Philip, or Robin, someone at least made a mistake, and from that the first Flubber was born. Over the decades we’ve evolved and managed to repopulate ourselves, but even I can’t remember how we managed to leave this planet and end up on our own. Some poor Flubber had probably been somewhere he shouldn’t have been.”

He shifted and for some reason, if he had facial features right at that moment, you could imagine him lifting an eyebrow with the smallest of smirks. “That’s why our society is strict. We were a mistake yes, but we quite like being alive and would rather keep it that way Flubbers are expected to do as they’re told and I wanted to explore. To see other worlds and galaxies. Granted, crash landing in your back yard was not at all part of the plan, or ruining my ship, but things have had an unexpected way of working out. After all, I did go off in search of the unexpected.”

Gently smiling at him, you nodded in agreement, wetting your lips. “Do you think you’ll go back? Once you fix your ship and explore for a while?”

“Good question. Maybe. I’m not entirely sure. The human race is, well…you people are certainly the most complex creatures I have ever met. I could spend a century here and still be trying to understand everything.”

You rolled on to your back with a laugh, feeling him slide his way up onto your stomach, the sensation sending shivers running through your body since the night shirt rose up at some point. Glancing down, Taehyung stretched a limb out, running it along your waist.

“Humans are very complex,” Taehyung repeated, his voice turning husky as if this was affecting him as well. “Complex, but perhaps, the most fascinating of all creatures to exist.”

No words came from you. Once again, your breath was stuck as he extended his other limb and you watched it crawl its way underneath the shirt, this time rubbing itself right over the nipple. Like he had memorized your reaction to it last time. You shakily gasped again, but you didn’t stop him. You could barely think, unable to look away as his body shifted, expanding itself to a larger version of himself.

“I’ve been practicing to regain my normal form,” he said. “It’s been hard, but I believe I can finally go back and stay in it permanently again.”

The two short nubs he had for legs elongated and thickened with his body. No longer was he a small blob, but he was taking on a new shape. One that was leaner, taller than you, and for the first time, he was gaining features that individualized him. The more he changed, the less green and see through he was. Instead, it turned into a very dark green tint on sun kissed skin, with dark brown eyes delicately painted with streaks of green. Looking down at you - like you imagined - a smirk had found its way home on his face while at the same time, a thumb harshly squeezed and rubbed against your nipple again. You moaned and leaned back into the pillow, wanting him, wanting more.

“Like I said before, us Flubbers are very similar to you humans, only we have…something extra.”

“And what’s that?” You forced out; eyes closed as another moan slipped out when his hands grabbed both breasts. He didn’t need to answer though, because as he played with your chest, something wrapped around your leg. It was similar to his limbs that he normally curled along your body, just as cool and thick to the touch. The thing making its way up your thigh was nearly forgotten about when Taehyung suddenly yanked off the shirt you were wearing, not wasting a second to kiss and suck at your breasts.

Chest heaving, it was impossible to think straight. Parts of your body had chills running across them while others felt hotter than the desert. He wasn’t letting up. Once satisfied, Taehyung gave his complete attention to the other, determined to leave behind a purple and wet path of where he had been. Every now and then there was sharp pain, but he was quick to quiet your whimpers by running his tongue over the marks and leaving a sweet kiss. The thing that had been crawling along your leg was at mid-thigh when it tightened, drawing your attention to its existence when suddenly, something else was sliding inside of your shorts.

Your eyes immediately opened and when you looked down, common sense went out the window as you swallowed the saliva building up in your mouth, pussy clenching. The limbs that you were used to seeing were back. One was coming out of the middle of Taehyung’s back, another appeared to be coming from his side, and as you watched, two more were forming and extending themselves. Unlike the rest of his form, they were completely green, nearly see through.

“We call them Extenders,” Taehyung murmured as he left thick kisses on your skin. “Extra limbs to help carry items and with everyday tasks.”

He lifted his head, eyes searching yours as his eyebrow quirked at you. “But I believe the term that you’re more with, is, tentacles.”

Oh. Oh, you were absolutely fucked.

A soft whimper slipped out when the tentacle that had been sneaking its way underneath your shorts purposely rubbed hard over your underwear. Taehyung must have heard it because his grin widened, and his Extenders were moving your legs to cage him against you.

“Usually I’m not like this,” he continued. “I think my body is still adjusting to this planet but thinks I’m back home. During this time of year, this is normally our season when we mate. That’s something you humans don’t have here, do you?”

Despite how much you wanted the tentacle to slip underneath the underwear, it stayed right where it was, content with teasing you. “We do that whenever we want,” you finally answered. Your gaze met Taehyung’s just in time to see his eyes light up in curiosity.

“Really?”

An ache was growing the longer you remained empty, and if the Extender underneath your shorts continued rubbing the way it was, you weren’t going to be lasting much longer. So, without caring about the consequences, you cupped Taehyung’s face and kissed him deeply. The sudden action allowed the tentacles around your legs to loosen just enough for you to wrap them around his hips, pulling him closer to you. Something thick pressed against your pussy, much larger than the other Extenders growing out of him, made both of you groan at the sudden pressure.

“Mate me,” you breathed out in-between kisses. His form was solid like a human, and his hair was soft when you ran your fingers through the locks. “Please Taehyung, please mate with me. I’m begging you.”

For a moment, Taehyung just stared down at you. Even the tentacles that had been sliding along your body paused at your words. It only lasted for that one moment. The corner of his lips curled upwards and the green streaks in his eyes darkened before he kissed you again, pressing himself completely against you.

Taehyung’s normal form may have appeared human, and besides the tentacles that moved on their own and were currently crawling their way up your sides and arms, it seemed that he was able to extend not just them, but every part of his body. The kiss was a frenzy from the start, and when the tentacle finally slipped underneath the underwear like you wanted and began to rub your clit earnestly, butterflies swarmed as your lower belly tightened, the orgasm that had been building was now forced from you.

He abruptly broke the kiss and pushed himself up, his hungry gaze running down the length of your body as you gasped in the fresh air. There was no break for you because he ripped away the remaining clothing and threw your legs over his shoulder to lick at your pussy. You lost track of how many tentacles were wrapping along your body, barely noticing that it wasn’t Taehyung holding you open as he ate like a starved man. Tears pooled at the corner of your eyes from over-stimulation, but when he suckled at your clit and something long entered your pussy, you cried out in pleasure at finally being filled. It was different from the tentacles caressing your body, more tapered and thinner, and when your walls squeezed around it, Taehyung groaned and every vibration sent your nerves into overdrive.

Glancing down at him, you realized that what was inside you was not another tentacle. There were two green Extenders holding your legs in place, and one currently held your wrists together bound above your head as numbers four and five slid along your body. One of them curled around your chest, leaving behind a slippery green slime in its path that felt cool to the touch as the other made its way closer to your face. You dropped your head back down on the pillow and tried to lift your hips to grind against Taehyung’s face, but a harsh suck made you gasp and stop all movement.

The tentacle reached your face, lazily poking your cheek until you rewarded it with undivided attention. Its movements were gentle as it traced the shape of your lips, the slime it left behind smearing across your face elicited a moan from the alien that was on the receiving end of you being turned on. This was one wet dream that you had never thought would become a reality, and now that it was happening, you didn’t want it to stop. Relaxing against the bed, you wet your lips out of habit before opening your mouth. Like you hoped, the tentacle went in to inspect this new place.

It was slippery as you ran your tongue against the tentacle, discovering it had some weight to it, and the slime that it oozed was sweet like the honey you used in teas. Out of curiosity you swallowed around the limb. A strangled groan came from Taehyung, and it twitched within its confines but didn’t try to remove itself. The more you sucked, the more it appeared to lubricate itself, forcing you to alternate every so often.

“Fucking hell,” Taehyung moaned. Sitting on his knees, he gazed down at you with eyes dark enough to appear black, those green streaks bright enough to glow in the dark. He was finally able to see what his tentacles had gotten themselves up to while he had been busy having his own meal, his chin wet as his tongue shrunk back to normal size.

Taehyung stared at you as the tentacle went further in your mouth, his chest heaving when you relaxed yourself to take it even further. All of the tentacles tightened at your actions, but his gaze went to your chest where one Extender had succeeded in wrapping itself around your breasts to squeeze them together and was currently rubbing itself between the small space, creating a slippery mess that made your skin tingle until it was numb.

“Look at you,” Tae murmured, lowering himself back down to your lower half. “You’re a mess darling.” He kissed your hip sweetly, quite the contradiction to everything else as one of his tentacles was in the midst of thrusting itself down your throat. Butterflies fluttered when he kissed his way across your belly, following the path of slime that had been left behind until his lower half was firmly pressed against yours, his hips grinding against yours so his cock rubbed along your lips.

“An absolute, fucking mess.”

You were so used to the jokes and pleasantries from Taehyung that to hear him swear, to call you darling as he rubbed himself against you, to have him use you as he wanted, it made your head spin until there was nothing but pure desire and need on your mind. He had already gotten you to orgasm twice without cumming himself and you still felt empty. He had yet to give you what you really wanted.

He went higher, not stopping until he was leaving wet kisses on your throat. “Such a beautiful, fucking, mess, and we’re not even done. Think you can keep up with me and my friend’s darling?”

The tentacle pulled out of your mouth then, allowing you to sharply inhale as Taehyung wiped away the string of saliva connecting you to it. He was patient as you caught your breath, amusing himself by continuing his kisses up to the back of your ear. Strands of hair were plastered to your forehead and despite everything, you felt more alive than you ever had.

 “More,” you softly whispered, throat a bit sore.

Taehyung softly hummed. Palms trailed up your sides, smearing the slime all over and up on your breasts, not caring that there was a tentacle obsessed with loving them.

“I don’t think you know what you’re asking for,” Taehyung taunted. There was a shift in his hips and this time, the head of his cock was now pressing against your pussy.

You tilted your head, capturing his lips in an open mouth kiss. Out of habit you tried to wrap your arms around his shoulders, but the Extenders tightened around your wrists. He didn’t even try to coax his tongue in your mouth. He slipped in with ease and you groaned when you realized that you tasted yourself on him. His hands settled on your hips and this time, to your pleasure, he pushed his cock in. The stretch stung but after finally having him in like you wanted all along, it satisfied the ache of being empty that had been growing since this all started a few nights ago.

“Fuck,” Taehyung groaned, knuckles turning white from his grip on your hips. “So different. You’re so warm.”

His cock moved but his hips remained pressed and still against yours, drawing your curiosity to look down. Taehyung had pushed himself balls deep, but you felt his dick changing within you. It was growing thicker, longer, and when he pulled back to thrust back in, you gasped as the new ridges that were along his shaft. He was accommodating himself to fit you perfectly. A one true fit that was made just for you.

The green in his eyes flashed, the tentacles still wrapped around your body tightened to hold you in place as Taehyung’s pace picked up, the ridges rubbing against your inner walls with each stroke became more prominent. You closed your eyes as you pressed back against the pillow, and when there was an eager poke at your lips, your mouth simply opened for the tentacle to slip inside. You were just as eager; the honey flavored slime was addicting to the taste. It was only when there was new wiggling pressure on your clit that you looked down, past the tentacle that was fucking your tits with a newfound passion as it tightened around them to make the space smaller, to see that there was a new Extender rubbing itself on your clit. The pressure was enough to make you moan, legs shaking even in Tae’s grip, but as you watched, it appeared that it didn’t plan to stay there very long. With every thrust from Taehyung, your pussy grew slicker, allowing this appendage to nudge its way into your pussy alongside his dick, all while still rubbing against your clit with each thrust.

Your cry was muffled, the stretch almost becoming overwhelming when more tentacles appeared to cover your body in an attempt to soothe and draw your focus away from the pain. Two more latched themselves on your nipples and by some magic he was able to shape them into mouths that pinched and sucked the same way Taehyung had done earlier. Another two appeared in the palms of your hands with similar ridges to his cock, and not wanting you to be too empty, a thinner tentacle slipped inside your mouth as well. You were completely and utterly stuffed, and had lost count of how many of them there were now with all senses on haywire as your nerves felt like lava with his every touch and yet, somehow, something was still missing.

The headboard thumped against the wall as Taehyung went faster, almost erratic as he chased his own high that he had been holding back from. In the darkness of the bedroom, a green light radiated from Taehyung and the Extenders that were wrapped around you, and when his gaze locked on yours, even his eyes took on the faintest glow. It was otherworldly. For a brief moment, everything slowed around the two of you as the tentacles in your mouth suddenly removed themselves. He swooped down to replace his lips where they had been, his kiss sweet and gentle as he cupped the back of your neck.

A chill racked through your body as the tentacles hugged your body, but your mind was focused on the softness of Taehyung’s lips, and how they made your heart flutter. For a split second, he pulled back to press his forehead against yours while murmuring a foreign word. Despite not knowing what he said, you softly hummed and brushed your nose against his, making him smile. He tried to kiss you again but kept breaking out into a smile that you found yourself unable to resist.

It was when he recaptured your lips in a kiss that the glowing grew brighter, lighting up the room completely. A tingling sensation ran through your body, the temperature skyrocketing as beads of sweat dotted along your skin. Taehyung thrusted one last time, his hips hilting against yours as he reached his release filling you with a green tinted substance that also spurted out of the tentacles, coating your body in goo. You would have been grossed out, but the cum that oozed out of his tentacles along with the slime from earlier was cooling to your feverish skin.

You moaned into the kiss, the Extenders that had curled and twisted around your arms suddenly dropped down to the pillows spent and exhausted. Now free, you were able to tangle your fingers through his hair. Neither of you cared how the goo dripped down your wrists or matted itself in his locks when he leaned down to leave several kisses on your cheek among the sweet words of endearment that he whispered along your skin. This gentle and tenderness was reminiscent of the Taehyung you had known while he was still in his blob form.

All of his Extenders had released you from their grip, simply resting themselves on your bodies before Taehyung called them back. You had gone to kiss him once more when his hips pressed further against yours, his dick still inside you as some of his cum spilled out from around him and down your thigh.

“Shit,” Taehyung murmured, glancing down at where the two of you were still connected.

You softly chuckled. “Is mating season usually this messy?”

He looked back up at you, a boxy smile appearing. “Sorry about that. It’s meant to ensure a successful mating, which entails with the female being pregnant by the end of the season. But it’s never been this pleasurable before.”

Even though you had never met a female Flubber in your life, a sense of pride flashed through you. You weren’t his first apparently, but you were the first to make it feel good at least. “Does that mean you have kids back home?”

“No,” he shifted his weight, lifting an arm to shove his fingers through his hair and off his forehead. “I had only come of age five winters ago, and it’s expected that Flubbers who participate for the first time are not likely to have a successful mating. This would have been my sixth attempt.”

“Sixth attempt?” You asked, leaning your head back against the pillow.

Taehyung carefully sat up. He was mindful this time of his dick keeping his cum inside you, the last thing he wanted to do was risk losing another drop. “When there is a successful mating, the two Flubbers then join in unity until their deaths. If they can produce children the first time, then they’ll be able to have another successful pregnancy next season.”

“So, if I get pregnant, you’ll stay?”

The room fell silent. The glow that had been emanating from Taehyung dimmed now that he was no longer caught up in the moment of his orgasm, but you could still see the way he pressed his lips together. One of the tentacles curled around your arm once more, slightly squeezing you in a gentle manner that reminded you of a hug.

You didn’t want Taehyung to go. Even before tonight, you had enjoyed his company greatly, and if he were to leave, who were you going to finish watching Black Butler with? There wouldn’t be anyone who would spend hours asking about what it was like to be human, who offered help around the house, or would tell you stories about what it was like where he was from. Even going to bed wouldn’t be the same without his check ins, wondering if you had enough blankets, a glass of water on the nightstand, and not so casually reminding you that if you scrolled through your phone until three in the morning again, you’d be cranky when having to go to work the next day.

It wouldn’t be home without Taehyung.

“Actually…” his fingers dug into the fleshy bits of your thighs, his thumb moving in circles as it rubbed some of his cum into the skin. “I was hoping that I could stay. Even if you never got pregnant. If…if that’s okay with you of course.”

Not able to really move, you stroked the length of one of the tentacles still on you, watching Taehyung’s body shiver at the touch. “Nothing would make me happier than that Tae.”

His thumb stopped moving, the green streaks in his eyes once again brightening as he leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss. The Extenders came back to life then, each one slipping underneath your body in a tight hug as Taehyung lifted you off the bed when he stood. Your legs squeezed his waist but he merely laughed.

“What are you doing?” You asked when he carried you to the bathroom. With the help of one of his tentacles, the light flickered on.

He lightly nipped at your collarbone. “If you hadn’t noticed yet darling, I am still lodged inside you, and we are covered in various liquids. We are in desperate need of cleaning ourselves.”

Glancing in the mirror behind Taehyung, you were finally able to see the result of tonight’s love fest. The slime had left a clear green tint that had dried down to your skin, and the release of his cum had even gotten in your hair. Tae had not been lucky either and was fairly covered in the goo himself.

“Besides,” he murmured, recapturing your attention as the water from the shower head suddenly turned on. You however, were focused on the way his eyes darkened and his smile curled into a sneaky grin that sent your heart racing. “Like I said earlier, my body is still adjusting and thinks that it’s mating season here. This is not a one-night occurrence my darling.”

One of his tentacles roamed over your chest, paying particular attention to your breasts as Taehyung stepped into the shower, the hot water only seeming to help his Extenders in their movements. At least with a shower, the result of this round of love making would be easier to clean than your stained and ruined bed sheets.

[alexmercer2424]

Can you do some nsfw of the entity?

I’ll try my best! But idk if I can! Also ⚠️WARNING as in DUB-CON⚠️

DBD NSFW Entity HCs

The Enitity is the twisted god of this realm so it will do as it pleases

You are it’s pawn just like everyone else, but if it’s a good thing you’ve caught it’s attention is up to you

The killings are done easier for you, they don’t hurt as much anymore, but that comes at a price

Once you’ve been sacrificed, if you are, you’re not running for escape in a loop

Instead your taken to a dark place only it can sense the surroundings of

And if those surroundings are real who knows, only it does

At first it was more than terrifying, you thought this was your final end

But now you’ve learned your place

Instead of it tearing at your clothes you now undress willingly for it’s amusement

Depending on the creatures mood, depends on what will happen next

You’ll either find yourself penetrated immediately by one of its dull claws, just to be fucked until it sees fit

You’ll be overstimulated and there will be more break as it continues to fuck you

And by the time it’s done you’re left as a wet mess from both sweat and other bodily fluids

None of which are its own as its goal is not to reproduce

But sometimes it wants to take its time with you

Sometimes those weird spider leg things will caress and examine you

It’s not out of affection but rather curiosity

And tho you know this, that doesn’t make it not feel good

It’s much better than the times it’s rushing

It’ll feel every curve of your body

Poke at your muscles, after all he picked you for a reason

And this exploration continues once the penetration happens

It’s tentacle thing will gently feel around inside to see just what humans are made of

And your reactions only make it curiosity grow

How you shiver and gasp under its touch

It’s intoxicating, it’s wonderous

It only makes the Entity crave more

And so, be prepared for the game to change…

[softness-and-shattering-art]

Ok process!

(And btw I may have fucked up a new pen by deciding to re-draw the lines over the pastel, after experimenting and seeing that that didnt work well, bc I got lost in the moment. The ink is exactly flowing nicely now. If you have any tips to save the pen please say!)

I bought some new materials the other day (a3 art diary, brown a4 diary, white pencils, black marker pen for outlining), and Ive never actually had any of those materials before except the pen, so I wanted to start messing around with it. And Im hoping Big Paper will help my brain in deciding thats worth getting the (acrylic, mostly) paints out. (I have about 0.1 watercolour skills so thats a whole project to learn).

So first I just fucked around with the above and pencil and and oil pastels to just see how it looks together and on brown paper. (Midtone paper?)(the adhd brackets are strong today).

To be perfectly honest my first days attempt at Harrow looks like this:

[Image description: a Harrow face in pencil on brown paper. Her nose line and bottom lip have been coloured in white pencil. Her top lip and around her eyes are done in black pastel, which are comically large compared to the face size. It looks like someone with a big black mustache in a superhero eye mask. Little bits of pastel have escaped the eye outline and lodged themselves in the details of the eyes themselves. Its pretty silly.]

I remind myself that I do in fact have the entire page to work on, and I end up with attempt 2:

[Image description: A pencil sketch of Harrow's face and neck. Its got the hair, the anger, the bone earrings; but none of the face paint or blood. Also the ears are relatively detailed which Im also proud of. The ears are quite prominent, for some reason this is important to me. Her ears are expressive.]

Next up, linework in my new pen (?RIP? HELP!).

[Image description: Same as above, now outlined in pen. The eyes now have an obvious reflection circle on the pupil. Her head hair, eyebrows and curly sideburns have been done in the outline pen.]

Some lines are a little wobblier than ideal, but Im really learning to let go of "perfection" in my art. So what some lines are a little wobbly, the art is still doing all the things Im trying to get it to do. My hand will strengthen and make swoopier lines, or it won't. Doesnt make this bad art. Just a little wobbly art, and thats fine. (Maybe a slightly thicker pen would look more like in my minds eye?)

I considered giving her a tiny bit of upper lip hair, but I decided that 1. It wouldnt work well visually with the face paint lines and 2. I dont think she got far enough into puberty. Tbh Id be kinda surprised if she menstruates with any kind of regularity.

Next picture I took because I knew it would look cool and yay new materials.

[Image description: same as above; Harrows eyes, teeth, and bone earrings have been coloured in white pencil, which looks both bright and comfortable against the brown paper. Its kind of like highlights? Its gently pretty. Also her pupil is coloured in black pen and the...iris? The coloured bit? Has been filled in grey pencil.]

Not much else to say, the white looks super cool.

I dont remember exactly which is next, I hope this is a fantabulous introduction for it anyway.

Almost there!

[Image description: Same as above, now with Harrows black face paint done in oil pastel. The design is symmetrical side to side. Big circle-diamond shapes around the eyes, lines coming down both sides of her forehead. The sides of her nose are also covered, sort of swirly T-shapes on either cheek, a line under the curve of her nose, straight vertical lines on her upper lip, two slanty lines on her chin, and these little dots on the diagonal between nose and eye. The top of her neck has sort of swirly tentacle shapes going downward.]

I think in hindsight, doing black pastel over top of white would have been easier than dodging the black to put down the white and also try avoid too much grey smudging. Although given that she's worked up, I think some smudging actually adds to the realism. There, I totally had that planned the entire time because Im super thoughtful and totally didnt mess up my NEW PEN.

I was going to take a picture after the face-paint, but I got distracted thinking about an earlier idea to make her bloody also. Because thats just how Harrow is. I was trying to think what would go nicely on top of pastel, since by now I had realised that Id maybe fucked up my pen, and also I specifically wanted the paint to be pastel, because its described as chalky, so I didnt want to also do the blood in pastel. What about paint? Thats so messy that requires a palette- wait I only need a tiny bit! Huzzah!

So I just. Found a small paintbrush and dipped it directly into the tube. And it worked wonderfully! Could I have been more subtle with the paint, sure, and I did rein myself in from adding more, but I dont think its too much. I think its exactly the right amount for an artwork by me who leans more maximalist than minimalist when it comes to details. I will probably need to restrain myself from the painting the background yet another shade of black.

Oh and I decided that grey didnt look right, so I went over her irises in brown texta (marker) which now look totally black which makes her look creepier! Totally as intended!

Here's the final product again to complete the sequence:

Aand I can't copy paste the image description back down on mobile. Its the same picture though. Im sorry about that.

Have a Harrow!

Im gonna talk about the process under because Im really proud of it. But firstly heres the final version (for now? A background is itching at me but also blank space is allowed and in fact important):

[Image description: A photo of a mixed media artwork of Harrowhark Nonagesimus of The Locked Tomb, just her neck and head. She is pulling an angry face with big diagonal eyebrows, a scrunchy nose and a snarly mouth with teeth. She is wearing face paint to look like a skull, rendered in oil pastel so that it looks chalky. The paint covers her entire face, ears, and top of her neck. The paint is primarily white, with big black shapes around the eyes, most of the nose, and the upper lip. There is also some other black decorative paint in lines and circles. Harrow has short very curly black hair and sideburns, which are drawn in pen. Everything is outlined in black pen. The background is brown paper. Her ears are littered with bone earrings, mostly studs. From her orifices, including sweat glands on her forehead, she is exuding bright red painted blood, which also drips down her face. ]

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Crossing Lines (1/?)

Pairing: mob!Bucky x fbi!mob!Reader

Word Count: 3,322

Series summary: A sudden and unsettling event rocks the underworld, and Y/N is immediately called in to prepare for what’s to come. What she isn’t prepared for is James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, also known as the new head of the Brooklyn mafia clan. When these two get shoved into a world of danger and deceit, will they ever learn to trust each other? Or will they be doomed from the start?

Warnings: Blood, gore, violence, little bit of angst, slight swearing, slow burn (more to be added as the series progresses)

A/N: I’m finally able to post this today! I’ve been counting down until I could get this out😂 This is the first story that I have written and posted on my Tumblr account. I’m a bit nervous but very excited. I have not entirely proofread this story. Though, I would like to thank my beta reader, Lauren, for all the help and motivation she gave me. The GIF is not mine, credit to the original creator! And a big thank you to the @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ for hosting Mob!Bucky Appreciation Day and inspiring me to post this story.

Series Masterlist

The sharp clicking noise of my heels, followed by the dull thud of several boots, echo on the wooden stairs leading to the basement of my childhood home. I follow the along the long stretch of the twisting hallways until we reach a door that's muffling the slaps and punches behind it. 

One of the men that had met me in the foyer, and had followed me down, knocks twice on the door as I tuck my hand into the back pocket of the curve-hugging black jeans I wore for the day. Moments later, the steel door swings open with a low whine from the give of the rusted hinges. The scent of blood and sweat is the first thing I notice followed by the image of the room. 

Five men stand beyond the doorway. The man who opened the door stands near the edge of steel, gun hanging loosely at his side. Two bodyguards stand in adjacent corners of the room, making sure it’s possible to guard the others with in. Two others, the two most trusted of the household, including the right hand to the leader of the Manhattan Mafia Empire, stand imposingly in front of a man bound to a chair in the center. By the amount of fresh blood dripping onto the floor, this wasn't just some petty offense against the leader. Which draws my attention to the final man, leaning carelessly on a table filled with painful weapons. Nicholas J. Fury, the leader of this mafia clan, and my adopted father. 

"You summoned me from my apartment, Boss?" I say with a smirk while jutting out my hip. 

Phil Coulson, father's righthand, gives me a smirk in return while Maria Hill, his enforcer, just sends a half-hearted glare my way. However, father's face remains neutral.

"I did." He spares me a one-eyed glance. "Tell me what you see?"

I hum in thought to myself as I stalk my way around to see the captive's face. The top half of his once light-colored shirt is now hanging open from being cut by a knife or something similarly sharp. But it's cut open enough to view a tattoo resting on his right breast. 

A red skull surrounded by a halo of octopus tentacles. 

I grunt in distaste. "HYDRA scum."

The man lifts up his bloodied and beaten head to snarl at me. He twists his mouth before lobbing a spit ball at my feet. The glob of mixed spit and blood lands inches from my black, closed-toe heels. 

I scoff at the action and brush my hand into the waistline of my jeans. When I feel the slim metal hilt, I maneuver the object into my palm. With the push of a small button the knife of the switchblade extends before I quickly drive it into his thigh. He screams out in pain as I keep the blade firmly in place. When his screams turn into tired wails of agony, I turn towards my father. 

"Who is he?" I ask, motioning my head towards the man.

"We believe he's behind the hit on George Barnes. Or at least, is attempting to put the blame on us." He explains in his no-nonsense tone. 

My eyes widen in shock, my lips parting slightly. 

"George Barnes was shot at? Is this why I've been called in?" The prisoner painfully chuckles, quietly enough for only me to hear him. 

"He's dead, sweet cheeks." He whispers with a smirk of victory.

I growl at him before twisting my knife and yanking it out while I stand.

"So, why am I here? I assume it's not to attend the funeral because you know I can't. It was just a risk just to even come here." My father gives me a pointed look.  

"I need you to go with them to the warehouse with the prisoner while your siblings and I attend the funeral that's being held in a couple of hours. After the funeral, George's son and I will discuss some business about our alliance with the Brooklyn clan. I'll call you with the details." I nod at his instructions. 

"You know the FBI is going to have me all over this case once they receive word of Barnes’ death, right?" He nods. 

"I'm counting on it." 

"I'll be waiting by the van." I tell him before wiping my knife on the man’s already dirty shirt and tucking the now closed switchblade into the band of my jeans.  

I'm escorted back up the stairs towards the side of the house where the cars sit waiting in father's massive garage. Though the reason for the escort is now clear. My safety. My personal bodyguards, some of my father's most trusted men, meet back up with me to continue through the house. The sounds of nearing footsteps draw my attention to another hallway. My siblings, the twins, round the corner with their own group of bodyguards. 

Wanda, the youngest, according to her brother, is dressed in all black. Appropriate for a funeral. Her brown hair is in casual waves while her makeup is mostly minimally visible. Her natural eyeshadow pairs well with the red lip tint she chose. Her normal red leather jacket is replaced by a similar black one that's draped over a black dress which is cinched at the waist. Her normal array of colorful and seemingly mismatched jewelry has been changed into a long silver chain necklace and a simple dark color bracelet. And to top off the outfit, she put on a pair of high heeled ankle boots. A surprised gasp leaves her lips when she spots me and soon, she's running to me as fast as she can in those heels. Her brother, Pietro, follows not too far behind her. 

Pietro is dressed in a similar fashion. His silver dyed hair is brushed into gentle waves. A black leather jackets lays over a black dress shirt while matching pants and shoes. He also wears a small silver chain with a blue pendant on it. A gift from his twin.

Wanda pulls me into a tight hug with an excited squeal and I laugh, returning her hug with equal excitement.

"Y/N/N what are you doing here?!" She giggles as she pulls back. I laugh while Pietro pulls me into a similar hug. 

"What? Can't an older sister stop by and see her two favorite siblings?" I gasp in mock offense once I'm released from the hug.

"We're your only siblings." Pietro reminds with a roll of his eyes. 

"Besides, being undercover doesn't really allow time for social visits." Wanda points out. I only sigh. Sometimes she's too perceptive. 

"It has to do with Brooklyn doesn't it?" Pietro asks while crossing his arms. As the only male heir of our father, Pietro is often included or informed of current affairs. Again, I sigh in defeat, though I shouldn’t be surprised he knows.  

"Yeah, father called me in. This is a real shit show and I have a feeling this is just the beginning of it." I mutter distastefully.

They both nod in understanding, but Wanda looks equal parts sad and disappointed. But this is our life, we're used to it by now. Even though it's not always what we wish to have.

I gently smile before pulling them both into a big hug. 

"Promise me you two will be careful out there?" Wanda tightens her grip on me. 

"It's not us," She begins slowly. "Who you should be worried about." I chuckle dryly, knowing she's right, as I squeeze her back before pulling away from both of them.

"I suppose not. Still, I do. Now, I need to be going soon. I will see you both later." Pietro nods in acceptance, but Wanda let's her head droop slightly. I give her hand a tight squeeze before me and my bodyguards resume our way to where the cars are. 

I climb back into the car that I came here in, and wait patiently for the driver and everyone to clamber in. The car is started but we remain idling sitting. As a way to occupy myself, I reach into the side door and feel for what I hid in there before I went in. When my fingers brush over the leather holster, I grab it and attach it, and the gun it holds, to a pocket on the inside of my leather jacket. When it's secure, I fold the jacket back over my chest, concealing the firearm in the process. 

A muffled struggle echoes through the once silent garage.

"You want me to take care of that?" I ask the men who sit with me in the car, my fingers brushing over the spot in my jacket where my gun rests. 

"Nah, I'll go check it out." One of my bodyguards, Mackenzie, or Mack as he's called, replies from the passenger seat. 

"Of bloody course you'd be the first one of us lot to check it out." The driver, a Brit, by the name of Hunter scoffs.  

Mack just shakes his head before he opens the door and leaves. When there's a few moments of silence after the car door is shut, that’s when Hunter speaks again. 

"What are the odds of him bringing up something about needing that shotgun-axe again once he gets back in here?"

I chuckle and I see the shoulders of the person next to me move slightly. 

"High." May, the bodyguard next to me and the one that I trust with mostly everything, responds with a slight edge of humor in her voice. Then she turns to me. "Boss, I was going to wait until we cleared the property,-"

"A good idea, May. I don't know much as of now, I can tell you that, but I'll tell the rest once we’re on the move."

She nods and the front passenger door opens at the same time. 

"You'd think the men would know how to handle prisoners, like that one, by now." He grumbles as he settles into his seat. "I swear, one look at a shotgun-axe would scare the life out of those boys. Maybe they'd actually listen to simple instructions at that point."

We all the chuckle as the caravan of cars begins its trip out of the garage and to the warehouse. As we pull down the driveway, I reach into the pocket behind the passenger seat and pull out the object I stashed there and clip it inside my jacket, not too far from my gun. The gold of the badge reflects the light onto the side door while I begin to put on the mask that's essential for my survival out there in this scary world. The letters of F, B, and I revolve in my mind as I stare out the window at my former home. My life is a dangerous one and every aspect has a devastating risk with it.

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The warehouse is a dark place. Even if there is daylight present, streaming through the dirty frosted windows, a dark and dangerous feeling surrounds the place. It clings to it like the smell of a cigarette on clothes. For newcomers, like the prisoner that followed us in another van just a few behind our own, it's daunting. It's certain death. To me and my bodyguards, only our hairs stand on end in anticipation of what is to come.

I informed my guards of what I knew about the situation on the way here. A reverent silence filled the air at the mention of the late George Barnes' death. He treated his men well, was honest and loyal to his allies, and was a good man. Brooklyn and all of New York will miss him.

I stand in the empty warehouse floor, several paces in front of the unconscious prisoner, who's slumped against his restraints. Turns out the men are really in an impatient mood today. I cross my arms while I zone out observing him. Why did HYDRA do this? What did they gain? What's the bigger picture that I'm missing?  

The faint sound of gravel crunching under tires drags me from my head and has me turning towards the opened garage-looking doors. Three black vans drive in and come to a stop not too far from the entrance. Father and Coulson are the first to step out from the center van. My siblings then file out from the one on the right. The rest of the men who were in the cars climb out and seem to form a barrier between the front entrance and the four people headed straight for me.

"I thought I would be receiving a phone call first." I give father a weary glance, noticing his seriousness about something.

"Change of plans." He answers swiftly, and rather seriously. I begin to grow uncomfortable.

The sound of more approaching vehicles has my eyes widening as I turn my curious and nervous expression on my father who gives me a reassuring nod. 

"Fury." I hiss under my breath, not liking the idea of going into a situation blindly. He simply ignores me.

My focus is drawn back to the entrance as car doors closing harshly sound in my ears, though my gaze never wavers from my father's profile. A cadence of footsteps march across the unpaved driveway and into the warehouse, only pausing in front of the line of father's men. It's only when the footsteps draw nearer that I finally look at the party joining us.

My eyes widen, ever so slightly, at the sight of three imposing men nearing closer to where I stand. The man on my left is tall and broad-chested. His shiny blond hair reflects the dim light of the warehouse. His jawline is clean and sharp like a knife, adding to the dangerous air around him. The man in the center is just slightly shorter than the one on his left. A few strands of his long brown hair frame his face while, I assume, the rest is pulled back. However, the stubble on his face and those piercing blue eyes that I can see, even in the dim warehouse lighting, gives me an idea of who I’m dealing with. James “Bucky” Barnes. A man whose reputation for being a cold-blooded killer and a ladies’ man is very well known. However, any idea of seriousness is completely forgotten when I notice the man on my right, James’ left, who’s giving me a hard scowl. The familiar sight of the deep chocolate brown skin, hard eyes, and black hair puts me at ease. I could almost laugh at the situation.

“Samuel T. Wilson.” I chuckle when I see his eye twitch at the sound of his full name.

The trio stops not too far away from my father’s group and me. The sight of those two chocolate brown eyes, that look like they want to murder me, have me smirking.

“Special Agent Y/L/N of the FBI.” He growls, and I feel the tension in the room immediately spike. “I thought I saw the last of ya when I was let go.”

“You’re welcome for that, by the way.” Wilson scoffs and folds his arms across his chest. I also notice Barnes shifting in my periphery and sigh to myself as I think of how to reword things. “If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have been let go so easily. There wasn’t any substantial evidence against you, but the other agents were going to keep you locked up to send a message. I let it slip to our boss, and he had a big problem with what they were doing. You were let free not too long after. So quit looking like you want to kill me, and maybe offer a ‘thank you’ instead.”

He goes to speak, but that’s when father decides to step in.

“Gentlemen, we came here to discuss a business transaction, not hash out the past. If you three would, follow me. Agent, you too. Son, keep the rest of our guests some company.” There are a series of soft grumbles and complaints, but ultimately, everyone listens.

When the three Brooklyn boys pass the now awake prisoner, his face turns a scary shade of white. And that’s considering the fact that he was already pale due to blood loss. I feel a shiver begin to creep down my spine, but I suppress it. I tell myself it’s because of the type of fear these men can instill, but deep down, I know that it was a low growl I heard somewhere over my shoulder.

Father takes us to one of the few offices in the warehouse and has me shut the door. Barnes sits in the chair across from Fury with both his men flanking either side of him. The only person at my father’s side is Coulson on the right, until I walk up to the vacant spot on my father’s left.

“I think proper introductions should be made before we begin talks.”

“I agree.” Barnes cuts in. “I didn’t realize this meeting would include a dirty Fed.”

I scoff but am interrupted before I can make any smart remark.

“This, gentlemen, is my eldest child. Y/N was the first I adopted and raised in this life. The only reason she is in the FBI is to help us deal with HYDRA.”

“HYDRA is everywhere.” I start explaining. “Like cockroaches in an old building. The only way to make sure every loose end has been tied up is to have all the information. There’s no better way to do it.”

“Hold up. I thought your last name was ‘Y/L/N’.” This time, Wilson interrupts.

“A cover, obviously. If the FBI learned of my ties to the Underworld or to my father, it would be worse than if they thought I was just corrupt.”

“The point is that Y/N will be passing on any information she learns about HYDRA and their plot.”

“I’ll also be keeping a very close eye on anything that may have to do with what happened to your father.” At the mention of him, I see James’ lips twitch slightly while the furrow of his brow deepens. “I am sorry for what happened to him. Your father was a great and very well-respected man.”

The only sign of acknowledgement I get from the new leader of the Brooklyn clan is a slight nod of his head, and I begin to grow uncomfortable in the silence that follows. Luckily, a phone ringing stops the awkwardness from becoming worse. However, it’s not just any phone. It’s my phone. I quickly snatch it from one of the pockets of my leather jacket and glance at the screen.

“It’s my boss.” I inform before answering. “This is Y/L/N. Yes, sir. I’ll be there as quickly as I can.” He hangs up. “I’m being called in. Send me the rest of the details later.” My father nods as he motions for me to leave. Before I do, I look over the three new faces and say in the most professional tone I can gather, “It was nice to properly meet you, gentlemen. I look forward to working with you.”

Without waiting for a reply from one of my father’s, hopefully, new allies to say anything, I hurry around the desk and out of the office. Once Hunter receives the word to get the car ready, I tuck my phone away again.

As I leave the warehouse, goosebumps prickle my skin. Not because it’s cold, or because I’m scared, but because of the pressure that’s suddenly fallen around my shoulders. This attack, this changes everything. HYDRA has always threatened the clans, carried out small or petty attacks, but they have never directly attacked the families. The death of George Barnes is only the catalyst. 

A war is coming, and blood will be spilled. But how prepared am I for what I expect to come?

Part 2

[pexterambles]

Could you tell us about ur handaconda?

(sorry for the muddy image in advance)

My Handaconda's is called Claw and is Sergio's number one understudy, among other things.

lets see.. what counts as fun facts....

claw and lup (my stapler) are besties.

based off of an eel! can stun people. and grab em.

lives in the shadows. when mario meets claw, claw pulls mario into the shadows and they fight in there. claw can slither out of the shadows if they so wished, but- there is just so much Body which means you have so much mass and that makes slithering is so SLOW. so they prefer travelling via dark.

an extremely distorted shadow of what once was & a very cryptic embodiment of buried memories.

mouth is angular. never curves. so they're always just :< and :> and the like.

very curious about Sergio, especially since they're sort of... melded? connected? something like that. unlike the other soldiers, claw has always been a figment of something in Sergio's mind and just so happens to become reality. their whole world revolves around him as his creation.

body patterns can glow!!

i dont know if you can see it very clearly, but claw has many hands on their body. one pair around the neck, one around the ribs, and one on the hip. those can MOVE. they can extend those ,, i guess imagine doctor octopus but less robotic and very much connected in the body. so all in all they have eight arms!

their main two arms are very floppy. like wacky wavy inflatable tube people but they can control it. literal noodle arms on a danger noodle.

uses Blue (the big blue eye at the end of their hair) to look around, cannot see through their face as it was purposefully ripped. not to worry though, Sergio still has that ripped piece somewhere on him. claw also uses Orange (the eyes on the back of their head) to see who's behind him. the other green eyes are optional.

Blue can also move around! it's always in an upward stance like the picture above.

the... what are those things. i guess antennaes? you know those long one piece strands? those are used as sensors for surrounding as well as hearing (as it's their ear. or part of it). think of whiskers, but really long.

has a big ol hand at the end of their huge tail. its huge! and claw often buries themselves in their tail. so. just picture the game handaconda but with the image of claw upside down, don't worry though. they're comfortable.

claw and sergio knew each other for a loong time. sergio just hasn't come to terms with it yet.

speaking of their bond, its very strange! sergio acts like he don't care and looks the part, but nah, he is there for claw. he's intrigued and fearful of claw's spitting image. but he isn't running away from it. he would love to bring claw for the long haul unless claw wants to leave his side. except that might never happen as claw feels so much sympathy for sergio.

did you know? claw is normally looking after tivonne. they push his wheelchair wherever it needs to go despite it having an automatic function for it to move.. and wheels. but sergio insists on having at least someone there that tivonne can trust as backup and protection while tivonne kicks ass.

oh my god lads you have no idea how many times i brainrotted over claw third wheeling tivonne and sergio. its so sad and hilarious but so cute. they are very supportive.

that yellow line on their body can open up!! it normally shows a lot of hands and eyes and tentacles and generally just body horror stuff. the only person who has the same messed up alive insides is Erebus, but with more horrifying implications, who has eyes and mouths n stuff. people ponder over what helps these two stand..

can see the in the dark! obviously.

really really excited to play any sort of hand games!! or physical games! they love talking to others and learning more about the world around them. they want to adventure across the lands and go on journeys.. they have a very optimistic and curious view on the world.

has very broken grammar. they say stuff like "very nice. me like that too" and "you play game with me? want? yes!" ...hm... imagine razor from genshin impact.

huehue

i like claw a lot